0 comments/ 15729 views/ 1 favorites The Red Lights of Amsterdam By: Heidi_A_Jones Chapter I For a moment in time the slow rhythmic drip, drip, drip from the tap is the only sound in the room, it echo's throughout reflecting of the marble surfaces of the wall and floor. The dripping is then joined by a little splashing as she moves in the bath wiggles her toes slightly moving on foot up to catch the drip on the tip of a toe. A sigh of pleasure escapes her lips as the aches and pains of a long day are soaked away, combined with the cold feeling as each drip falls. The slight sound of movement beyond the bathroom shakes her from the reverie her eyes flicker open and head turns to the door. Slowly blinking the steam away from her eyes her piercing green eyes focus on the door as the handle turns. Another splash indicates movement in the bath as she turns to face the door opening. He stands there blocking most of the light seeping in from the bedroom a huge bulk of a man over six feet tall and some say as wide. At the same time as he stands there she notices as always the little things, the voices that where outside have died away and as he stands there she hears the banging of another door, "the main door to the suit?" she thinks quickly as she focus's on him. "Well?" His gruff voice breaks the silence. Fingers drum lightly on the doorframe, "Do you really want to be late a second time today?" The slight tinge to the voice makes her look at him but quickly she nods to him and starts to clean herself. He makes a non-committal sound and then stands to watch her finish her ablutions, a slight flush is seen to enter her cheeks at his staring. After a proper cleaning she opens her eyes and almost jumps out of her skin for as she was about to reach for the towel he is beside her holding it out for her to rise. "I...I.I did not hear you come up ... Th.Thank you" She stutters out her thanks as she rises the water, the droplets running of the now clean milk white skin. Taking the towel she slowly and methodically pats herself dry. "Who was that, earlier?" "A Friend" he takes a chair in the corner of the bathroom and sits down and watches as she dries herself down, "You will meet him later, I have put your outfit on the bed for tonight, think you made a good choice this afternoon" "Thanks" She reaches back arching her back slightly as undoes the bun and let's her hair fall down her back. She looks over her shoulder, "Down or up tonight, what do you think?" "Down, you get dress I have to go and talk to the manager a moment, see what time the club is open to tonight." He rises takes a look at her his eyes going up and down slowly noting the curve of her figure the slow rising and falling of her chest. "Do not forget you need to be ready in thirty minutes. Don't be late". Her cheeks redden and the flush runs down her neck and in between her breasts, "I will be ready" she hesitantly smiles and watches as he turns and leaves the room. As the door shuts she lets out a little breath and turns and looks into the mirror and a big beaming smile is seen, she turns and slowly starts getting ready, her pace deliberate and maybe just a little to slow? The top and skirt are taken into the bathroom along with other items, brush, make-up and other assorted items to copious to mention. Laying these down each movement is calculated to be precise and each item placed in an exact position for use. This alone takes fifteen minutes, and then the slow process of using each item takes place, applying eye liner, lipstick, and final part getting her hair straightened using the tongs. Then each article of clothing, knickers, suspenders, stockings, her new top and finally skirt is put on and checked, even before finished dressing she hears him return into the main room and through the shaded glassed door can see him slowly pacing the room. "I will not be too long" She says in a raised voice, but there is no answer beyond a grunt of acknowledgment outside. Finally ready, checks her watch which I sitting on the side ten minutes late, making a slight grimace turns and taking a deep breath walks out into the room and stops dead in her tracks, there he is pacing but sitting in the corner behind is someone she does not know, before she can check herself her hands move to cover her very revealing top. "Stop covering yourself Girl, this is our Host for the night, he and I are here and been waiting to go for Ten minutes." Each word is said with an almost premeditated slowness but not raised in irritation or anger but said in an even almost menacing tone. "You're late" his arms are folded as he turns to face her, he watches as the effect of his tone and words have the desired effect as she turns pale. Her eyes flick briefly towards the unknown man sitting calmly on the chair in the corner observing the exchange. "Sorry, I did not kno.." her mouth clamps shut half way through the sentence seeing his face. Moving quickly he is by her side and taking her firmly by the arm he pulls her towards the end of the bed where there is a small bench, although he is obviously angered she did not flinch as he moved to her and grabbed her arm. He Whispers in her ear something only audible to them and she bends over putting hands on the bench. Without another word he removes the skirt, then pulls down her knickers. She stays in that position a slight quivering can be see as tries to hold the position perfectly still, her checks have now changed from pale white to a rosy pink, this blush can be clearly seen going all way down her body. The two men are now in a position to look directly at her now exposed bottom. Her head jerks slightly hearing a movement and a scraping like cloth on cloth but dare not look back. "This is the second time today you have been late, this time was eleven minutes and this morning was nine minutes, are you aware of this?" He says his tone still even. After a brief pause "Yes I am aware of the time I am late." "Then you know what my opinion is on tardiness don't....." Even before he finishes the sentence there is the swishing sound as something flies through the air and there is a loud thwack, his leather belt hits accurately straight across her bottom instantly a belt width of red appears across the white skin puckering in Goosebumps all along its line and a small red welt appears at the end where the tip of the belt stops suddenly hitting the skin. Her reaction is more evident, even though she appeared to know what was coming; she still nearly bites her tongue and does nip the inner cheek. She is abruptly aware of a line of pure fire across both her buttocks, involuntary a yelp escapes her lips before it is controlled and a single tear runs down one cheek. Her knees nearly give way as almost they turn to jelly and then she goes onto tip toe briefly as if that would help the sudden pain in her bottom. There is a brief pause as she feels the thin strip of pain slowly start to spread it's heat out from the start. There is a long drawn out silence in the room, both men waiting patiently watching the girl's reaction to the blow. "One" the words come from her not forced but they come slightly strained. He nods briefly at this and the second, third and forth blow follow swiftly each only after she counts them out. By the fifth blow she is almost always standing on tip toe except for as each blow lands she leans forward almost as if to move away from the blow. The fifth blow however is not as accurate as the previous and the belt lands only on one buttock and the tip of the belt flicks and terminates directly on the soft and sensitive skin of the anus, this time she yelps not able to help herself, and the tears run down her cheeks which up until that point had been controlled. Seeing this reaction he says quietly one word "Red?" In a questioning almost tender tone. The girl although in obvious pain from the misplaced blows slowly shakes her head, then after a brief moment is back off tip toe and says "Five". Each blow is measured out and the man seems to know exactly where to hit to get a reaction and also alternates the side from which he strikes. This means the welts from the tip are evenly spaced across here bottom and lower legs. As the punishment goes on the man in the Corner watches in silence but there is a slight hint of a smile in his eyes while he watches. The girl now in obvious discomfort is leaning heavily forward on her arms which are now shaking the tears are running down her cheeks, the quivering is in her legs too. Her bottom feels like it is on fire almost over the whole of it and feels the size of a football. "Nineteen" the words barley audible are said. The final blow lands and with an audible relief she says "Twenty." "We will now make sure we are on time in the future I hope." He says and watches her as she nods, but does not move. "Okay you take up your skirt and go and finish dressing, do not redo your make-up I see you have been careful not to put mascara on which is lucky for you". She nods to him as she quickly takes up her skirt and knickers, nodding briefly to the other man in the corner in an apologetic manner she quickly goes into the bathroom. "You have ten minutes to be ready" he says, but jovially as there is now a smile on his face as he turns to his friend. Within ten minutes, in fact in fact only eight minutes she returns the skirt back in place along with her make-up re-done slightly, only a slight puffiness to her eyes and the manner she walks show that anything happened recently. Taking up her over coat he holds it out for her and as he puts it on her he lightly taps her bottom. The reaction is immediate as she jumps. "There, there I am sure it will be better later". The look she gives him is unreadable, the other man cannot hold it any longer and breaks out into laughter, this breaking the tension causes the other to laugh loudly and the girl smiles her eyes lighting up with of all things possibly passion? "Shall we" he holds out his arm to her "We have a short walk through town now you know you always enjoy that" He Grins down to her "Maybe you do not need the coat?" There is a twinkle in her eye as she looks up at him and an almost mischievous grin appears. "Whatever you want Master" The Grin vanishes and a little giggle escapes her lips, "But it is cold out there and is Drizzling so No." Briefly sternness appears in her eyes but then the humility returns as she lowers them slightly. He looks down at her a moment then just nods as it appears he knows just how far to push something and how not too. Tonight was a party and the evening had not evening started yet his face broke into a huge grin "And we have not even eaten yet". Patting her bottom again, "let's go." With that he opens the door and all three exit. * Chapter II The night air is fresh but damp, there is a light drizzle and within a few steps the coolness and dampness combine to make her skin tingle. The stinging from her bottom is more pronounced with each step as the back of the coat rubs up against her thin skirt beneath. She sighs and looks out into the night blinking slowly at the now bright lights of the signs about. Amsterdam, at the same time a beautiful but also a dangerous city, a city where maybe anything can be had or lost. Looking at the people passing she sees all kinds, from all walks of life but also from all over the world. A small smile is seen upon her face as she notes those passing; her free hand reaches back and rubs a little at her bottom, she notes one or two that pass occasionally that briefly look in her direction. If only they knew, a small sound escapes her lips, an unexpected small laugh which she is quick to hide. John looks down at her a puzzled but quizzical look on his face he looks then towards his friend who walks on the other side of her. His friend is also looking at the girl briefly then looks to John and he slightly shrugs, the look of I do not know on his face. All three walk through the town now filled with people out for the night, the earlier crowd of families slowly being replaced by the night crawlers of the city. The young, the tourists and the locals of dubious character, all are out to see what the city has to offer, and from the streets ahead can be seen the glow of the red lights of the window displays. "We have a little time yet shall we have a look at what is displayed this night?" John turns to his friend; he is clearly ignoring the girl for now. The other nods, not saying a word his eyes briefly flick over the girl who does not see this then looks down the street, he indicates with his hand to take the alley to the left. John nods "Ah yes Warmoes Straat is down this way I remember, I should really come this way more often" A small laugh can be heard as he turns and walks quickly in that direction his friend follows again on the right hand side of the girl who at that moment is trying to not fall down from the sudden turn and walk. The girl had been slightly day dreaming at the moment of their brief stop, and was clearly not really listening to what was happening around her. When john suddenly walked on she was un- prepared and almost got drag from her feet. The sudden jerky movements did not help her currently sensitive self and she almost made a remark almost, gathering herself quickly she managed not to fall down; quickening her pace in line with his she was soon settled enough to notice where they headed. The small alley opened onto the main streets of the district of Amsterdam known as the red light district, with small alleys off to left and right. They walked down the alleys rather than the main street until into an area where almost everywhere you looked was glassed doors with a red light above it. There was many with curtains closed but still many open with girls standing, sitting. Listening to their ipod or even knocking on the glass to attract the attention of passers by. Their full wares almost but not quite on complete display, there was a large variety of scantily clad women of all nationalities, shapes and sizes. After a few minutes of looking around John stops in front of a darkened window with the red light turned off he turns to his friend, "We could always hire this for the night you know" He looks down at the girl briefly a wry smile on his face. Her head suddenly jerks up and her eyes lock with his, she has a searching look in her face as she tries to read if he is serious or not? He holds the look for a moment then his eyes harden, she lowers hers quickly then returns to looking occasionally at the other occupied windows. One of the windowed doors to the right opens and out walks an Asian man with a huge smile on his face, the girl in the room gives a slight wave to him then slips back out of sight. All three of them watch, he catches the eyes of the two men and nods smiling to them both, his eyes slip past the girl not even seeing her. He turns away runs his fingers through the back of his hair as he walks off and is seen to shiver a little bit from the obvious pleasure he just had had. He disappears into the dark streets while they watch on. "There goes a happy man I think, seems she did her job well" John Laughs at saying this and the other joins in with this. "I hear most girls working here work for their boyfriends strange the facts you learn eh?" He looks to his friend who nods in agreement although he is obviously distracted as they walk past looking at a young and short blond woman in one of the windows. "Strange in deed" John mutters as they continue. "Okay enough of this, Wim let's go, we arranged this Party so I think we had better turn up." With that Wim took the lead and they headed off the main track past the main club's and towards a slightly darker area of the town. Emerging into a little square, they see in front of them two small Bar's to the left and the right and in the centre a small Club. One of several smaller club's which are often hired by Private group's for parties this one such night. Several people where cued outside waiting to enter, the bouncers checking the invitation's as shown. The small group of three walked up and Wim nods once to the bouncer and all three are let straight in. Once through the lobby John took the coat from her before she could even react he had taken it off fully revealing below the voluptuous outfit contained beneath. "That is much better." He says smiling. An intake of breath is heard behind from a couple passing and some unintelligible words are said in Dutch. The girl reaches behind her and feels the back of her leg just below her skirt, which she now realises shows clearly in this bright lobby light the signs of her earlier punishment. Her cheeks redden in a flush and John smiles at her as he realises what she is reacting too. "Don't worry, they just enhance your white skin, everyone will think those marks are pretty, I know I do" he tone is serious. At same time as he spoke the Dutch couple open the main doors in front and the small group realises they have paused upon entering the main club rooms. With the opening of the doors the blast of Dance music can be clearly heard and the brief flash of red and blue strobe lighting attracts their eyes. Handing over the coat to the attendant they enter into the club proper and are greeted by several people, all clearly friends of all three of them. They quickly intermingle into the small crowd inside and drinks seem to appear from nowhere. A look across the room shows a great mixture of people and costumes, some wearing rubber, leather or very little at all, all are obviously very fetish orientated outfits. The feeling in the main club room is also one of expectant sexuality, mixed along with an air of general excitement. After a few minutes and some loud introductions and greetings the DJ's voice crackles over the music and with his words the party begins, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY Wim Van De ------", a small cheer erupts in the room and everyone turn's to Wim. With this he raises his glass to the air and his lips curl into a smile of pleasure as he seems to thank all gathered. The music then just stops, and the crowd hush..... John then reaches over to the Girl with him pulling her to his side, "Wim" he says in a now loud voice. "Happy Birthday" With this he pushes the Girl Towards him. "The room's ready upstairs". With this John grins broadly to him and winks "Ever since Berlin you said you wanted to try something".... "For this night she is yours".... Wim let's out a little laugh nods once and taking the girl firmly by one arm he mouth's "Thank you" then turns towards one of the doors that are at the back of the main room. The Girl takes one look from Wim back to John then back to Wim, her eyes widen slightly in fright, he then walks in the direction of the door her walking behind him her arm firmly in his grip. Everyone is turned in their direction and watching as the pair walk by, with each step the girl's face goes redder, she obviously is having strong feelings about all those knowing eye's watching her and Wim. Eye's that seem to bore into her very soul......... The door bangs shut, the eye's are still felt but they are now behind the door, the room is totally black and all that can be heard is the breathing of the two people, suddenly the music opens up outside again with a loud bang, the girl jumps at this... Then....................... * Chapter III The beat of the music reverberated throughout the room; her heart at the same time was beating faster now the door was shut behind her. Although the music beat was loud she could still here the breathing of the man who was in the room with her, he almost immediately in front of her. There was a little click followed by a small explosion of light into the room, blinking rapidly to adjust to the now well lit room she saw it was furnished with a large double bed, which look huge as was pushed up against a huge mirror which covered the whole of one wall. The ceiling was also covered in many mirrors, and with the red décor on the bed and walls it looked very much like a bordello. She shivered at the thought but was probably someone's idea of a joke. The Red Lights of Amsterdam He watched her all this time as she stood there her eyes avoiding his as she looked over the room. He smiled "Undress now" His deep baritone echoed through the room. "Then Stand in front of the mirror facing me". Without even thinking she started to undress, and already had top off even before she noticed what she was doing, her face flushed in embarrassment but continued to take everything off then walked over and stood with her back to the mirror and faced him. "Look at me" he intoned to her. She slowly raised her eyes and looked at him, for the first time making out details she had previously missed like a wicked looking scar beneath the left ear, his hair was almost totally white but he looked to be only in his early forties. A flicker of recognition crossed her face, the accent that was it he had a German accent and the face she knew his face. He watched her all the time slowly looking her up and down judging her, he noted the look of recognition in her eyes and to this he slowly nodded as if knowing now she knew where he had seen her before and her him. "Bend Forward, touch your toes and hold the position until I say otherwise." He commanded. She touched her toes easily and in fact went a little further and rested on her hands, her face was still a little red and she looked back into the mirror and clearly saw him looking into the mirror directly at her privates, which was clearly on display. Closing her eyes she took a deep ragged breath to steady herself. "Move forward slightly you are too close to the mirror I want to have a clear space all around you" she moves "Good no part your legs slightly, Good perfect position" He makes some sounds and there is a clink of metal. He looks down at her and notes that her eyes are closed. "Good Girl, Keep your eyes closed and open them only when I Say do you understand?". She nods "I understand." She appears to almost force her eyes shut. He leans down and encircles her left ankle with a leather shackles, and then he does the same buckling up one on her right ankle. He then proceeds to do the same with each wrist, then between her left ankle and left had he clips in place a tiny chain and does the same with her right side, the inner part of the shackle is soft leather and is designed not to damage her skin. He feels her shiver slightly as the cuffs go round her ankles and wrists, he turns his head and looks in the mirror, looking directly at her pussy he can see a tiny glistening there, his smile is almost evil in its wickedness, he chuckles to himself. "Legs a little further apart" he orders. This time the command is not so easily responded to she has to move her legs arms and bend over precisely at the same time without losing balance. Eventually she manages to be in a position he is satisfied with. "Lean Your Head Up, open your mouth" With this he produces a ball gag and inserts the ball in her mouth, he sees her take a deep breath as he does checking to see she can breath clearly through her nose. He secures the back then he takes out some ear plugs and puts one into each ear. "You can still hear just not well with these in, remember you are not to move from this position unless I tell you too got it?" she nods to him vigorously, with that he puts on a blindfold and then the last item a set of ear muffs that go over her ears. With this the only sensation now left to her is touch. He slowly walks around the girl, until he stands directly behind her he has not touched or approached closely so she had no idea where he was or if he was even still in the room. He picks up from the floor a riding crop which was there for part of the decoration, and then very gently he flicks the tip against on of the small welts that the tip of the belt had left earlier. Her reaction was very satisfying for him; she jumped almost immediately and almost lost her balance, as she shied away from the whip. The tap was slight but the reaction on her skin was amazing. He watched as the area he had tapped flushed red, then the texture of her skin reacted to the touch and a series of Goosebumps appeared and radiated outwards in circles like the waves in a pond. Smiling he ran the tip of the whip directly and very quickly right over her pussy. He could almost hear her make a popping sound as she shivered and her lips gently parted a tiny amount at this barely felt touch. With this final touch he stepped back and just looked at her smiling as if he was taking a picture in his mind of this image. He looked back at the Mirror a moment looking at his reflection then hers, then looking as if into and beyond the mirror he gave a little nod made a drinking gesture and left the room....... Her back was starting to ache slightly but she was used to this position in yoga so would be able to hold it a while but running through her mind was how long and why me. The ear plugs was a new sensation for her, yes blindfolds and restraints had been used before but the loss of hearing and with the plugs and the mufflers the only sounds she could no hear where the now distant thud of the bass of the music. Was this even a heard sound or just felt through her feet on the bare wooden floorboards. The air suddenly change around her and she knew he had left the room, how she knew she was not sure but she did. Thoughts raced through her mind, what is happening, where did he go? Is the door open? Can others see me? Is he coming back? I cannot get out? I cannot Breath? Each thought went in top of the other, cascading one upon the other. Her breathing started to quicken and the tops of her legs started to shake, realising what was happen she started to force herself to take even breaths. There was drool forming around the ball and she had no way to control this is she panicked. "He will come back; he will, no one would leave me alone for long like this" the thought again went through her head. She felt a small breeze in the room; the door had been opened again? He had returned? Was it him? Who was it? She shivered again the not knowing was driving her crazy.... Then Suddenly........................... * Chapter IV The room seemed to change about her, the small hairs over her back rippled and skin Goosebumps everywhere. She then flinches slightly feeling the tips of someone's fingertips run from nap of her neck all the way slowly down her back to the top of her bottom. Her shiver of pleasure follows the fingers slow caress as they start to trace out the lines left by the belt, she can feel herself becoming physically hotter as the fingers now from two hands one on each side of her trace the red marks and the puckered areas where the belt had caused welts to form. Her body starts to rock slightly moving to the stroke of the hands, although infinitesimal the movements show she is pushing herself towards the hands, either making them press into her welts slightly harder, or physically trying to direct the hands towards more sensitive areas. Then a third hand cups one of her breasts in its hand, this has two immediate effects on her, the first being to stop swaying and second to freeze in shock at there being another person in the room. But the hands do not stop slowly caressing her, then from her other side another hand cups her other breast in it then slowly massages it the same but slightly different way from the hand on the other side of her. Another hand then starts to stroke the top of her hair and the nape of her neck. The girls mind is racing who do these hands belong to, even the touch she cannot tell if male or female because of the different caresses happening all at same time it is hard to distinguish one feel from the other as each time it takes her breath away with each gentle caress. She shivers as a new sensation adds to the rest the slight breath of a person near the nape of her neck. Then a soft tender kiss followed by others all on the neck. Her back arcs at this pushing up back at the same time her head almost seems to push in on herself more, thus exposing more of her neck to the persons kissing. The hands on her bottom hesitate then stop and she then feels her breasts and both side gently being caressed on both sides. Her mind races as suddenly works out there is at least three people in the room, then works out there is four, but then the kissing on the back of the neck changes, two hands grab hold of her head and whomever it is bites down fully onto her neck. Her whole body shivers for at same time although clumsily down a man obviously at same time pushes himself against her damp pussy. The pain of the bite and the sudden sensation of someone against her sensitive areas made her jaw clamp down on the gag. Her whole body physically shakes as the ripples of pleasure and pain from the bite run through her body. Inside the mask her eyes almost roll inside her head as they bite harder and harder. At the same time the man behind her tries to push inside of her, although to start with he is not fully erect so he fumbles around. But she is already damp and with the person biting her next she does not seem to have any resistance to his entry her lips part and his head pops the lips apart fully as he slips in. Feeling her warmth inside her pussy obviously has an effect on him and as he pulls back then pushes forward she feels him start to grow hard inside her as he thrusts in full and deep suddenly. With both this feeling inside of her suddenly deep and penetrating and the feelings pulsing from the person biting her she pushes up against the bite and she almost orgasms as suddenly her skin yields to the pressure of the teeth, there is white specs running all over the inner of her eyelids as his bite changes to one of sucking, licking and light biting around the area of the broken skin. As the sensations and feelings change at her neck her mind focus's back on what feelings are being produced by the remainder of her body as the man obviously now very excited thrusts hard into her, to keep her from moving to far forward she feels his hands holding her tightly on both hips. Her mind flips from feeling to feeling the hands, the sucking on her neck then to him inside her, he then speeds up suddenly and stops just as abruptly deep inside, her mind wheels as she feels deep inside her he throbs and then feels as if from a distance the sudden spurting then spread of warmth inside of her as he starts cuming, she shudders immediately on feeling this and as if in reaction to his orgasm her stomach muscles tense and thighs start to shake as the tingle starts to expand almost from the point inside her where he is cuming. It expands into her brain and her body as she shakes and shudders into a deep and penetrating orgasm, without the gag she would have screamed. She is in an obvious state of orgasm to all around her for then the person kissing and sucking at her neck suddenly bites down harder than ever before, on a spot right next to where they where biting before, this causes another immediate reaction in the girl as her orgasm seems to extend and she sees lights blossom behind her eyelids even though she is currently blindfolded. She then almost faints from the pleasure and pain and the hands now instead of caressing her to either side hold her up briefly. The man holds on tightly to her hips as he finishes cuming holding himself rigid feeling the pleasure of being inside and notes how she clamps down on him as she herself orgasms. Slowly he pulls back out of her he notes with a smile how she shudders as he withdraws, there is a slight plopping sound as he fully exits. He looks to the other three in the room nods and smiles in satisfaction. Looking down he notes how there is now a thin sheen to her skin and she is starting to glow from this, he looks to her pussy and sees a small amount of his cum trickle out, wanting to see a little more he inserts his finger in and pulls it out slowly, then he lets the cum dribble down the inside of her legs as she stands there. With this he looks to the mirror briefly then leaves the room briefly slapping the girl on the bottom, nodding to the two caressing her again and smiles at the person who is still sucking at the back of her neck..... The girl feels all this but as if from a distance as her mind is concentrating on the feelings being produced from both her pussy and her neck, she feels the man has gone from behind her, feels the glowing spot from his slap, then the person at her neck withdraws...... the hands from her side withdraw and she is left there again with no idea where anyone is in the room.... The heat from the back of her neck increases with each passing moment and the dampness on her thigh makes her want to rub her legs together, but she can do neither he had told her not to move. * Chapter V Her breathing was heavy although she could not hear herself; she knew she was almost gasping for breath despite the gag, her nostrils flared with each breath. Her mind raced from one thought to the next, her body was tingling from the tips of her toes to top of her head. As she stood there bent over left alone for these last few moment her mind starts to register the little aches and pains. The back and side of her neck is like a concentrated little fire, the dampness of the area from the saliva make the skin pucker around the bites. Her back is starting to send little spasms of pain as it starts to complain at the angle it is bent at over the length of time she has been bent over. But the biggest ache is the ache to again be touched, to again feel the hands on her, feel the caress of them on her body, she shudders at the thought. Her mind surrendering to this thought, no resistance to the thought at all not even to the thought that she does not know even whose hands they are. A light brush again her shoulder brings her from her reverie, the finger runs down her should to her side. Then it traces down the side of her breast tracing a lazy circle around her breast avoiding the sensitive nipple and underside. Tantalising in the touch the finger runs over the girls skin, but avoids sensitive spots enough that she starts to squirm slightly trying to get the finger to aim towards the more sensitive skin beneath her breast or even the now enlarge nipple. The draws away, she makes a sound in her throat one of obvious disappointment her head hangs down once more. But no sooner has she got used to the idea of the touch withdrawn it returns but both sides, both hands tracing lazy circles on her skin, the touch gentle but not to the point of making her ticklish. Again both hands avoid sensitive spots; again she cannot resist moving to try to encourage them to touch certain areas. Again the hands withdraw leaving her bereft of the touch, bereft of the ecstasy of the feeling; she now shivers at the thought of not being touched. The hands again return, again and again the process is repeated each time she starts to move to encourage further touching. Every time she starts to move they withdraw, slowly it dawns on her not to move, but this is even harder than moving. To resist the urge is an even greater torture and she fails time and again to resist, her body moves again and again. Her mind is cornered, the pressure to move or not move, touch not be touch is making her quiver inside. The hands again return and now she notices there is three sets of hands, one to each side and one to her rear. The hands running up and down her legs are callused and rough; this makes the touch even better. Eventually she is almost whimpering not to be touch, to be touch, to move not to move, she cannot contain herself she tries to plead but the gag stops her. What seems like days pass in this way, but was probably less than an hour in reality. After this time it is clear to even herself that her body now is in such a turned on state that a single touch to a more sensitive spot would possibly make her jump so much she could not keep her position. The ear muffs are taken of and she feels someone lean close to her ear and he whispers to her. "You will now be moved do not resist the movement you have permission to be moved to whatever position they want you in". He then replaces the ear muffs and the next thing she feels is the cuffs being unbelted from her wrists. Hands direct her to stand and tears run down her cheeks coming out from beneath the blindfold as she straightens up. Her back complains greatly at the straightening sending waves of pain throughout her body. Her muscles complaining and heating, throbbing up and down her spine, her leg muscles spasm a moment and the hands rather than directing hold her for a moment in support. The gag is loosened a moment for a brief time she is given the ability to speak, she takes the small opportunity however to breath a clean breath of air through her mouth. The gag is quickly returned and there is a sudden smarting hand print on her bottom as someone slaps her extremely hard centred directly on the left buttock. The inrush breath is cut of suddenly by the gag; she almost chokes herself and panics a moment before relaxing herself to breath through her nostrils. She is directed to the bed and layed down on her front, she is pulled up a moment and two pillows positioned at her tummy. This makes her bottom stick in the air, another pillow is placed under her head and her head is layed on it so she is facing left. Then both hands and legs are secured one to each corner of the bed, the pull in all four directions at once make her eyes water. She is then bereft of touch for a long while, again this sets her mind racing as to what is about to happen? Who is in the room? What are they doing? Minutes pass and although not panicking she is starting to worry, being now on the bed she is only dimly aware that music is still playing outside this room. The bass vibration now almost totally muffled by the bed. Then someone takes off the ear muffs then unbuckles the gag, he takes out one of the ear plugs and the sensation of hearing returns for a moment. "Drink" He says in a gruff voice, she sucks at the straw as it is put to her mouth, drinking down as much water as she is allowed. The music she notes is still playing loud in the other room, and then before she can note anything else the plug is returned. But the gag is changed to a ring gag; it forces her jaw much further apart. Beneath the blindfold her eyes widen, she makes a few sounds of protest against this; he obviously does not know she does not like this kind of gag. But a quick slap on the cheek stops any complaint she was trying to make and he quickly fastens the strap to the back of her head she hears his words in the distance just before he places the ear muffs back on her head "Now she is ready for you". Time passes again and her breathing now eased due to the gag change deepens with each passing moment. At last the hands return and she almost sighs in relieve at their touch. The touch is changed however now they touch more sensitive spots, behind her knees, beneath her arms, her nipples, her inner thigh. Each touch, each stroke heightens the feelings inside, each touch makes her more and more sensitive. The bed shifts as another person gets onto it behind her, between her legs. The person there then starts to run their hands, callused hands up and down her legs over her buttocks and lower back. Then down again he lightly touches her anus as he passes back down this makes the girls body shiver. His hands run down and touches very lightly each fold of her pussy, she feels his finger run down each side and she knows she is already wet again. The person then starts to kiss gently her buttocks, legs and thighs, alternating between little kisses, nips sucking and licking. Concentrating on this she fails to notice any other movement on the bed even in front of her. The one moment she is breathing deeply concentrating on the feelings produced by the kissing the next something warm slightly salty tasting is push through gag into her mouth. Her face is hit by the side of someone hand as he masturbates quickly, then it is all she can do not to choke as he stops masturbating and her mouth is filled with his cum, some she swallows the rest due to the gag just dribbles to side of her mouth and eventually out onto the pillow. The Red Lights of Amsterdam The kissing had stopped briefly at this moment but soon it started again, his hands also massaging the flesh of her thighs and buttocks. He lightly brushes against her vagina and each time the waves of pleasure run through her body. Now aware of the beds movements she is this time prepared when another cock is pushed in through the gag. She responds using her tongue however to lick him. However this man is masturbating slowly his hand slowly hits her face. The other man stops kissing her and then sits up and pushes himself up against her, feeling this she lets out a muffled moan. He pushes in very slowly taking what seems like ages to slowly enter her. She quivers feelings him slowly push inside but with the distraction of the one in her mouth and him entering her she is overwhelmed with sensation and does not know which to concentrate on. The man slowly masturbating in her mouth does not change speed the man in her slowly enters pulls back and enters, neither seems in a hurry. Her neck muscles start to spasm a little from the angle her head is held at for the man in her mouth. Just as she starts to worry on this the man in her starts to pump harder and swifter this takes her mind completely away from her neck ache. He does this for a few minutes then suddenly quickly withdraws than just as quickly he comes back down but her eyes almost turn back on themselves suddenly and lights dance across her vision as a sharp and sudden pain erupts from her bum as his cock forces itself straight into her anus. Then sudden intrusion makes her cough and choke and the man withdraws briefly from her mouth. The other man holds his position inside her for a brief moment giving her time to stop the violent shaking that started at his instant of penetration, before she can react further he withdraws almost all the way out again but then plunges back in. He repeats this several times slowly then as she obviously relaxes he starts to push inside her deeply. The man then in her mouth resumes but now he masturbates slightly faster. He does not stay long inside her bum and withdraws after a short while; her breathing is deep and ragged at this stage. He returns a short moment later and slowly eases himself back into her pussy; this seems to open almost eagerly to him as he pushes in going as deep as he can. He then holds back nothing and starts to pump into her as deep and hard as he can, his obvious excitement building as her body reacts to each thrust. Then after a short while he speeds up and pounds away as if he is a hammer beating a nail, then he stops and he throbs once then twice and she suddenly feels one, two spurts inside and she clamps down on him as she orgasms, her body rocks pushing back on him. The man at her mouth then masturbates quickly, his hand hitting her lips, nose and chin. Then he too starts cuming, and at the angle he has forced her head to this shoots directly into the back of her throat, she coughs and splutters at this. A few seconds of panic then she manages to swallow and stop herself choking. Her whole body is quivering with passion and release as both men withdraw, the restraints are left in place but the ear muffs, ear plugs and then the gag are removed. Slowly the blindfold is removed. She blinks at the dim light in the room and as she opens her eyes she looks into her own face in the mirror. Standing behind her fully naked is the man she came into the room with. No one else is within the room, he leans down to her and whispers in her ear "Thank John for me later tonight" he plants a small kiss on her cheek, then leans to start undoing the leather straps restraining her. She looks back to the mirror a moment, and then flushes noticing a little thing she had missed before, the light is dim in this room but she can see lights inside the mirror and movement? The Mirror is one way? Her face goes from the flush to a bright red seeing this, her eyes snap shut... Who had seen her? Who had watched? Who were the others who had been in the Room? She will never know... The End.... Or is It?