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By *eretoexhibither  (M)  over a year ago

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You have not been told what to expect or what is going to happen to you.

You have been given instructions to be bathed, and dressed in a short skirt, one that is not new, but is presentable, one that is also 2" shorter than it was when you were told what to wear, you have had to shorten it, and you wonder why., the blouse you wear is too thin for discretion, the balconette bra is not as warm or providing as much support as you would like, stockings and patent black leather 5" heeled stilettoes finish the ensemble.

The car arrives on time, but it is not a comfortable luxury car, but a 4x4, you walk towards the rear drivers door, but are surprised when you are taken by the arm by the driver and ushered to the rear of the vehicle. you stand bemused as the driver reaches in and withdraws with black nylon straps which are attached to your wrists and ankles, you are then helped up into the boot turned around to face the rear door and the straps attached to 4 anchor points in each corner, your thighs cannot quite close properly, and you worry about the view any driver behind may get or wonder about your purpose there.

The door is closed on you without further explanation, and the car sets off, you soon recognise the area you seem to be driving towards is not on the tourist list; the car stops and the driver opens the rear passenger door and then closes it after taking something out, the rear door opens and he fits and locks into place a 2 piece metal grille with 12" square grid openings, the rear door is closed once again with no explanation again, once again, the car sets off, after 2 more turns into more and more undesirable streets, one final turn takes it into one final turn takes it into an alleyway, the lights from the street recede away as the car drives further and further from its security-then, it stops.

Silence.

Nothing but silence, ...............well almost.

As your eyes adjust to the dinginess, you are aware of shapes moving in the near distance, a hunched over shuffling kind of movement, some of the shapes move closer, then stop, unsure of this new shiny shape in the half-light.

A metallic click and a whoosh and the rear door swings open, the rear compartment light shining straight into your eyes; this is silly, this skirt and blouse and now the damned light has come on, this is just not funny, sexy fetish clothing is one thing, but if anybody is out there........you stutter....if anybody is out there, they will be able to see you......................THEY CAN SEE YOU...Oh Dear God, THIS IS WHAT'S ITS ALL ABOUT...YOU'RE A DAMNED FLOOR SHOW!!!!!

Noises, getting closer, ..............that damned light, its Right in your eyes, you half turn around and tell the driver a jokes a joke, but a momentary whirring and a click and you just see a dark partition sliding up into the roof, cutting off the drivers compartment from the rear, and the boot, where you are.

You turn back, there is SOOOOO someone just out of view, you can hear coughing and coming closer, a daft squeaking noise as well, every second it comes again, -cough-squeak-pause-squeak, it reminds you of something, something silly and daft like the other day, at the supermarket..............the supermarket, yes, the trolley you had, that damned wheel, its a shopping trolley....but what would a supermarket trolley be doing in the middle if a dark, filthy alleyway.............the word catches in your throat as the vision fills your minds eye...........tramps.........TRAMPS!!!........and you start to scream.

You must have momentarily have phased out, when you come round there are four faces at the back door, not sure what this IS, they stand there, dismembered illuminated heads floating in a black sea, then an arm comes forward through the square grill, it touches your ankle and you jerk at the touch, as another one, does it belong to the same head, no, its sleeve is a different colour, it grabs your other ankle and this one isn't letting go, the first one grabs again for the ankle it first tried to get, and latches onto it, both arms begin to draw your legs further apart, the skirt rides up over your thighs.........Oh dear God, you remember the ridiculously silly sexy panties you are (almost) wearing, they seemed such a good idea, bound to excite whoever it was going to be that saw you (almost) inside them, now that decision is back to haunt you "not the intended observer, not the intended observer AT ALL"!!!

Another arm snakes towards you, this one isn't going for either leg, you watch it transfixed as it comes closer and closer; it touches your blouse, and you feel a sting of arousal.........no, that's not right............the hand brushes your half-supported breast........yes, there it is again.........its definitely what it shouldn't be.........its arousal, that strong contraction in the pit of your stomach that radiates out. you find yourself leaning against the hand, wanting its contact, willing it to move, just a little bit to the left, towards your nipple which is beginning to harden...no, that's not right....but there you are, your stomach muscles tensioned to hold you against the hand.

The hand turns and takes a handful of your blouse, and wrenches it apart form the other side, the buttons flying off to who knows where your breasts now on show, more hands and arms come through the bars reaching towards you, stroking, caressing, pulling, grabbing, pulling you closer towards the square bars, turning you round and over, they start to pull at your clothes and underwear, dragging them from your body, fingers exploring and gripping you, rubbing your freshly bathed and perfumed skin, hands that haven't seem soap for who knows how long.

The last of your clothing falls away and you are naked, bend over, your backside pulled tight against the cold, steel bars, you feel hot breath on your pussy, then something rough, touches you, oh god its a beard, an unshaven face, and you know what its going to do next...........and yes, there it is a tongue up and down your slit, pushing itself further into you with every pass. Then a hand pushes your backside down and your legs are pulled through the squares, leaving your backside fully in the middle of the middle square, with a grunt and another shuffle, you really don't believe what you feel next..............but there is nothing that quite feels the same as what you now feel at your entrance.

It takes you and spends itself before you realise it has started, a thick wetness is half in you and half over your left buttock, no doubt you half succeeded to wriggle it out of you as it came half in you, and half out, the thought makes you feel sick and yet you feel something inside you that says the opposite....no, this isn't happening, you Couldn't even Think about liking this...............and yet..........here you now are, backing up against the next unmistakable cock shaped thing at your entrance, and yes, you ARE backing up and making it slide not you, the previous incumbents cum easing its passage into you. Hands too either side of you now, each one reaching for a breast, finding them and going round for the nipples, ............your weak spots.......... you know they are, and so, it seems do the hands, you press yourself flatter against the floor of the boot, not wanting them to get to their destination.

The hand that grabs your hair lifts your whole torso up and lets them find your breasts and their hard peaks, and you melt as the twinges send a signal to you pussy to stop resistance.....you whimper the words "Oh no, oh no" as you drift out of the light in the boot into a hand filled nightmare.

The hand shaking you wont stop, the voice is becoming more and more urgent in its demand for your attention, it wont stop you know you will have to do what it is telling you to do.........and you finally DO, and open your eyes.

The smiling face you cant believe is there in this nightmare wont stop smiling as it tries to unravel you from the white, flat hands that have joined up and now seem to be made of cotton.......the smiling face pulls at them and them/it comes away easily and you see a sheet in his hand, further and further from you, revealing your nudity again, your eyes move to where the smiling face is looking and you see a cup and saucer, .......a WHAT?............then your eyes snap back to the smiling face and your ears start to work properly, its saying something, you strain to listen, you see the mouth opening and closing...........and then it is clear............

"Wake up sleepy head, you were spark out there"...you see the face change and its me, looking between you and the cup and saucer on the bedside table...

"come on, we'll be late" I say,

Confused, you sit up, shake your head, you look down, the familiarity of your bed fills your gaze........it was merely a dream, a nightmare.

My voice from the bathroom again, "are you awake"? you smile and pick up your tea and start to reply "Yes, I'm awa..."

And then my voice again, and it silently screams terror into your ears.................."Hurry up, the 4x4 will be here in less than 5 minutes to pick us up"...................

You open your mouth to scream, but nothing comes out.

Fin.

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By *eretoexhibither  (M)  over a year ago

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enjoy..................and if you leave a compliment, I may put another one up.

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By *eretoexhibither  (M)  over a year ago

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I guess no-one reads these stories-shame

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By *amnaughty2  (M)  over a year ago

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lol i think the heading put the kibosh on it from the start

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By (user no longer on site)  over a year ago

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Maybe that and I think it went on a bit and way to long to read

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By (user no longer on site)  over a year ago

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See like a goldfish is Lashy ...2 second attention span. ..

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By *aura69  (TV/TS/CD)  over a year ago

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Well I read it all and thoroughly enjoyed the story very good indeed

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By (user no longer on site)  over a year ago

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"See like a goldfish is Lashy ...2 second attention span. .. "

Ooh you know me so well velvy

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By *amnaughty2  (M)  over a year ago

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Bloody hell it took more than six months for any response now its virtually frenzied lol

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