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The Walk

By: SelfAware



The car rolled to a halt in the cliff top car park, it's tyres crunching into the gravel. As the engine died the car began to cool immediately sending out a staccato beat of metallic mutterings across the tranquil scene. As the evening sun flashed it's iridescent brilliance across the cliff tops, the drivers door opened, a tall, thick set man climbed out and made his way round to the passenger side, his face turned into the gentle sea breeze, enjoying its cool caresses. Within seconds, his long powerful strides brought him around the car where he pulled the door open and reached down to offer his hand to the gorgeous, petite woman who sat there. She took his proffered hand and stretched her legs out first, their shapely firmness enhanced by the seamed black stockings she wore. He helped her up and out of the car, manoeuvred her to one side and closed the door behind her before activating the central locking to secure the car.

The woman was a lot shorter than the man who had his arm protectively around her, a little over five feet as opposed to his near 6 feet in height. His broad shoulders seemed immense against her lithe and shapely feminine form. Even with the high heels she wore she only came up to his shoulders where her long blonde hair stirred in the breeze, fluttering sexily against the darkness of his leather jacket. Her leather thigh length coat blew open slightly with a sudden gust, revealing her naked thighs above the lacy stocking tops, her white flesh shimmering in the sun in direct contrast to the black leather and lace she was wearing.

Her face turned up to look into the mans and he stooped to kiss her, their lips locking, their lust and love for each other evident in their embrace. She sank into his arms and snuggled her head into his chest, her legs beginning to buckle beneath her as her breathing began to come in gasps. He was murmuring into her ear, his face close to her, buried in her blonde tresses. Whatever he said appeared to focus her mind on something and a determined look stole over her delightful features, her pretty lips curling up with the beginnings of a smile. His hands took hold of her shoulders and turned her away from him to let her gaze rest on the sun kissed sea far below the towering cliff top upon which they stood. A shiver of excitement and fear rippled through her and a smile played about the lips of the man, her Master, as another car rumbled lazily past the entrance to the car park. 

"It's time my love," he said to her, and guided her firmly by the shoulders to the low wooden fence which bordered the car park. Her steps faltered at first, the heels making her path difficult. But as they moved on new strength surged through her, drawn from her Masters strong and sure grip on her. Still holding onto her he guided her over the fence and led her to within a metre of the cliff edge where the world seemed to end, to abruptly spin away and shatter in dizzying hues far far below. Penny gasped at the view, her fear of heights making her shake and want to turn and run. But she would not; she was not Penny this night, she was his, she belonged to him, served him, mind body and soul. Every iota of her being was owned by him and that is what gave her the strength to stand still now while facing her fear.

"Is it not beautiful my darling?" he whispered into her delicate ear, the lobe of which was adorned by a silver and amber ear-ring, a present from Him in recent weeks. She shivered again as his voice invaded her, soothed her, took control of her. She was so scared and yet wanted nothing more than to be here. Where ever he took her she knew she would be safe, that He would be there to look after her and guide her.

"Look at the waves below," he ordered. Up until now she had tried to keep her eyes firmly fixed out at sea, watching the sun drop ever closer to the shimmering swell of ocean below, waiting to meet it with a fiery embrace before dying, only to rise again like the phoenix from the grey ashes of a lonely morning, spreading light and joy with it's coming. Penny grimly accepted his orders and looked down, her head suddenly swimming as she felt herself sinking into the abyss, her legs giving way and the stark terror which accompanied the overwhelming urge to let herself fall manifesting itself in a sharp cry which threatened to simply be the precursor of madness. Then his voice was there again, soothing, commanding, controlling.

"Stand firm my little one, you are safe, I have you in my grip. Nothing can harm you because you are mine." She listened and believed him, oh how deeply she believed him and loved him.

"Look to your right babe," he ordered next and gently guided her shoulders slightly to the right to allow her to see easily the long narrow path which led away from the car park along the cliff top, leading to she knew not what. She could see that the path was all but on the lip of the cliff top. She swallowed hard at the thought of having to walk that path. She tried to speak but he silenced her with a gesture before he continued to talk.

"Tonight my love you will walk that path with me. You will learn to conquer fear and you will learn trust. Do you trust me babe? Do you want me to lead you to the other side of fear?" She nodded quickly, her resolve weakening slightly, but knowing deep down that she needed this, craved this. She adored his Mastery and control over her as much as she loved the man behind the Dominant force.

"Unfasten your coat," he said sharply. 

She obeyed without hesitation, a whispered "Yes Sir" escaping her lips as she felt herself losing any sense of reality she had previously had. Her delicate hands slowly tugged the buttons of her coat open revealing her exquisite form beneath. The big hands on her shoulders took hold of the leather garment and slid it softly from her shoulders leaving her stood on the cliff top clad only in black lace top stockings, high heeled sandals and a black leather collar. Penny felt the last vestiges of her own consciousness slip from her. Her long lashes fluttered as her eyes half closed as the dream like state descended upon her and took her higher than she had ever felt before. She shivered as the cool breeze washed over her nakedness causing her nipples to harden and stand up with the promise of further pleasure flitting around the corners of her mind. 

Tony took her hands and pulled them behind her back where he fastened her wrists together with a pair of metal cuffs. Penny gasped at the metallic click of the cuffs putting her into bondage to Him. She swayed as pleasure and longing took her over, her Master's hands teasing a torturous path along her arms, to her shoulders and down her spine. One hand then stayed on her shoulder to steady her as Tony's other hand dipped into his jacket pocket. 

"Open your mouth little one," he coaxed, as he slipped a medium sized butt plug between her gorgeous lips. Penny ran her tongue over the plug, her mind lost with lust, her need to taste her Master and to please him coming to the fore front of her being. 

"Lubricate it for me babe, so it can slip into your ass easily," he continued with a low growl of passion as his slave sucked and licked on the plug as though it really was His cock in her mouth. 

"Good girl," he said as he took the plug from her and swiftly placed it against her anus, she bending forward slightly to accommodate it's bulk as he slid it inside her and heard her groan out loud. With one swift movement it plunged deep inside her, stretching and tormenting her as he pulled her upright once more. Penny dimly felt herself fall back slightly so she was against Him feeling the roughness of his leather jacket upon her naked back. She groaned and gyrated her hips lewdly, feeling so aroused she thought she would burst with need. Tony allowed her the moment of physical contact and arousal, his arms holding her close, enjoying the sight and feel of his slave against him. 

Dipping a hand into his pocket once more, he brought forth set of chains and flicked them deftly to unravel them properly. There were five lengths of chain all held together by a central ring. Taking the first leg of the chain, Tony snapped the hook into place on her collar, effectively placing her on a leash. The second leg he let dangle down between Penny's legs before opening the clamp and fixing it firmly in place over the hood of her clit. Penny sighed and shivered at the touch of the cold chain on her smooth, naked pussy as much as the relentless grip of the clamp upon her.

Tony then allowed both of his hands to snake around her glorious naked form and fondle her breasts, squeezing gently, kneading and caressing alternately, his fingers eventually taking possession of her swollen nipples, encouraging cries and moans from his woman as he teased her wickedly. As her arousal grew he took two more legs of the chain and fastened the clamps there to her nipples, eliciting a low cry of pain and delight from her, Only one leg of the chain remained and that had a leather strap attached to it. Tony ignored that part for now, his lips kissed and nibbled her bare shoulders and neck, enflaming the gorgeous woman he loved even more. The final item was brought forth from his jacket and he swiftly placed the blindfold over her eyes, cutting of the remaining sunlight from her view.

Turning her to the right, Tony took hold of the leather strap and pulled the chain tight. The four parts attached to Penny had all been cut to length so that each one pulled tight together on her pussy, nipples and collar. 

"Follow me my beautiful slave," ordered Tony as he pulled on the leash, dragging her forward by her most sensitive parts, the hard ground underfoot posed no problem for the high heels Penny wore and so without stumbling she followed obediently along the narrow twisting cliff top path, never less than a metre or two from the precipice. As they walked Tony commanded her to step this way and that, all the time backing his orders up with tugs on the leash, each one of which pushed his slave closer to orgasm, the squeezing of her nipples and clit just sending her further down the road which she loved him to take her. He stopped occasionally to reassure her that she was safe, to cajole her, to tell her how well she was doing and how proud he was of her. Penny was lost in Him, His voice, His touch, His mind. All she felt was the need to be with Him. If he jumped over the cliff she thought she would follow him without hesitation. That thought both scared and excited her at the same time. Heat and passion roared through her already tortured mind and body as He led her on once more.

A few minutes later they arrived at the place Tony had chosen, a platform area on the cliff top, the front edge of which jutted out into space above the sea. The viewing platform afforded a glorious and unrestricted view all along the cliff in both directions, and down to the jagged rocks and small, sandy beach a hundred feet or more below. Expertly the cuffs were removed from her wrists and her hands were drawn in front of her. Penny was totally unaware as to where she was. All she knew was that she had been bent forward and felt her wrists being tied to a wooden pole, possibly a fence. As she tried to make sense of the situation she felt her Masters fingers busy themselves with removing all the clamps. As the blood rushed back into her nipples and pussy she winced with the pain, but she soon forgot that as His fingers once again teased her, bringing such pleasure to her. One hand was tracing a long winding trail over her naked back and buttocks, the other one alternated between touching her nipples and stroking down her belly where it kept threatening to touch her tortured pussy, that part of her that was now so hot and wet, wanting and needing. She squirmed with delight, her cuffed hands supporting her on the fence rail as the pleasure continued to build up.

"Please Master," she whispered. No answer. "Please," she tried again, louder this time, "Please touch your slaves pussy, please?"

"Not yet slave," was the only reply she got as the torture continued. Penny's head swam with the whole situation, the pleasure, the fear, the submission, the sheer excitement of everything that had happened, and which was yet to happen. The anticipation of what was to come made her soar higher again. Then she let out a loud gasp as the plug was taken from inside her. She felt empty and didn't like the feeling. Her pleading began in earnest as she begged Him to put it back in her anus, or to touch her clit, to make her cum, to fuck her ass and pussy, to use her like a dirty little slut. Tony smiled as she went deeper and deeper into submission, her begging proof of the need he had created inside her, her use of the term 'slut' telling him that her mind was free, she was that slut now, His slut, and only His. Without any doubt she was now His, she belonged to Him.

Freeing his hard cock from his trousers he stepped behind her, his hands holding her hips to keep her steady. Penny was wild with excitement and lust. She knew what was coming and wanted it so desperately. The cliff top and it's fear inducing height was now a dim and distant memory to her, all she knew was the desperation she felt to have her Master fuck and use her. Then she felt the head of his cock inside her pussy and she pushed back with all her might to impale herself on him. Her passion was such that she took him completely inside with that one thrust. She cried out in passion as he allowed her to fuck his hard cock, allowed her to vent herself and the frustration and fear she had borne to come to this place. Tony held her hips tightly, guiding her, controlling her. He watched and listened carefully, waiting for the moment of her impending orgasm. Then her breathing went ragged, a flush started on her alabaster skin and consumed her, burning her up as she reached the moment of crisis. Some small part of her fought through and made her beg permission to cum.

Tony smiled broadly now, oh he was so proud of his slave, the training he had instilled in her shining through. As he gave her permission his hand reached forward and removed the blindfold from her. Penny went into orbit, vaguely aware of the rocks and crashing waves below her, seeming as though she was floating in space as her orgasm sent her higher and higher. Her hips slammed back against her Master as she hit the highs of complete sexual bliss, nirvana, heaven. Tony simply held her and let her ride his cock. 

Than as reality began to flood in, Penny saw what lay beneath her and almost screamed with panic, but his voice took her over again, soothing, encouraging her to continue her orgasm, but she couldn't, fear was back inside her fighting her Master for control of her. Tony realised the fight was on for her mind and raised his voice louder, a deep rumbling sound that shook her back into his control, at the same time as pulling his cock from her pussy and ramming it hard into her anus, taking her roughly, using her ass for his pleasure. That was enough for Penny, she loved to have him take her like this, to use her, treat her as a fuck toy, and doubly so when he used this part of her lovely body. 

Her mind spun away on waves of pleasure again, this time still aware of the sea and the drop she floated above. Orgasm after orgasm rippled and roared through her, over and over, never a trough among the peaks of pleasure, simply orgasm after orgasm, each one taking her higher than the last until suddenly his cock was gone from inside her. Penny's legs gave way then, a final cum took her and made her drop to her knees, her hands still fastened tightly to the rail in front of her. Through the haze she felt Tony release her bonds and draw her to him, his cock in front of her ready to appease the desire she felt to please him.

Greedily she took him in her mouth, tasting herself on him, but only slightly. His precum was dripping from him, the taste of it strong in her mouth as she swirled her tongue all over his length, taking him as deep as she could. She heard him groan with delight at her efforts as she used her hands to squeeze his balls gently, just as she knew he liked. His cries brought her back to reality slightly and she knew he was so close to his release. She felt him grow in her mouth, felt the heat from him and then, suddenly, the first blast of his hot, sticky cum squirted down her throat. It was then she realised her fingers were dancing upon her clit and she came with Him, her love of his orgasm triggering her own. Then his cock was gone and she felt him splatter his seed over her face and breasts. It seemed endless, a torrent splashing it's heat upon her naked body. She felt herself rubbing her hands into her wet flesh, scouring her burning body with his essence, loving the feeling of him upon her skin.

She hardly felt him as he knelt by her side and cradled her tenderly as she floated and drifted through space and time, but she was aware of the closeness they had, the togetherness of that moment, and she wept openly and unashamedly as they hugged together on the edge of that precipice.

A short time later Penny became aware that Tony had stood up. Her eyes fluttered open and looked up at him, his hands beckoning her to rise, a smile on his lips, his eyes blazing with pride and love for her. She took his hands and stood, realising that she was still naked. A frown threatened to cross her face but before it could take shape He stopped it by telling her she would walk naked by his side, wearing his cum, all the way back to the car, and that she would ride home like that once safely ensconced in the passenger seat. Penny shivered with renewed delight, a feeling of deep humiliation yet glowing pride in herself and her Master as his arm slipped around her and they set off back, He still totally in control of her and her destiny. She felt the trickles of his semen tickle her as it ran down her naked body, but that only heightened her sense of submission, humiliation and pleasure. As they walked back she hardly even noticed the sheer drop she walked next to.

The Walk



Warning: This is written as a fantasy, not fact. Never have sex with a strange partner without using a condom. More especially never go out on a cold street at night without a hat, gloves, a scarf and warm boots.

*****

By day the road was busy with traffic servicing a group of small boat-building firms which lined the river. At this time of night it was quiet; the businesses all boarded up behind high gates and fences. The workers had gone home to their beds. Only Lily and Conrad were there. Lily had expected a night of passionate lovemaking when she'd agreed to obey his commands for the evening; instead she was here, shivering.

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Lily wasn't the type of girl who would end up in a man's bed on the first date, but when she met Conrad, two weeks ago, it had seemed natural. Dominant men were against all her woman's lib principles but she enjoyed reading tales of dominance and submission on-line. Swarthy good looks and muscles pushing against a tight shirt made her ovaries leap for joy. Blow woman's lib, Lily wanted a real man. Within hours she was in his bedroom allowing him to erotically remove her clothing.

'Aren't you going to use a condom?' she worried as he hovered over her.

'No. I never do.' Lily felt dampness between her legs at his forcefulness and was blown apart by it. Her body erupted as he plunged into her with fierce long strokes. When they lay together afterwards he stroked her hair.

'Fear is quite an aphrodisiac for you, isn't it?'

Lily had never considered it before, but she knew Conrad had brought out the truth of it. His dominant disregard of how she felt had ignited her into the strongest orgasm she had ever felt.

'I guess it is.'

'I can frighten you, if that's what you want.'

He leant over to kiss her, provoking chills of desire through her nipples.

'Please.'

'I want you to be my slave.' Lily pulled back, alarmed. 'Not yet. We'll feel out where your limits are. When you are ready, I want you to beg to be my slave.'

Lily wasn't sure if he was serious or joking. She wasn't sure what she felt about his statement either way.

His already hardening erection rested on her buttocks.

'Get on top, slut.' The order was firm, yet delivered in a jokey voice. Lily obeyed, as much because she wanted it as he did.

**************

A breeze blew between the high walls, lifting her skirt.

'Give me your jacket.' 

Lily was all set to protest, but then remembered her promise. She was his slave, for this trial night. She shrugged out of the jacket and handed it to Conrad. Cold or desire hardened her nipples, she wasn't sure which. Conrad was standing behind her where she couldn't see him, or his sexy body.

'And your blouse.'

'What?'

'Your blouse, Slave!'

Lily undid the buttons. 

'Yes Master.' She joked as she handed held it out behind her for him to take. Her feelings were swinging from an enjoyment of the mastery she had given him and the humiliation of obeying his commands. Her bra was designed for sexiness not warmth and she could feel her rocky nipples peeping out over the top.

'Skirt!'

Lily didn't even protest, she was feeling his power over her. Because of Conrad she was now walking down a city road dressed only in low-heels and a lacy pair of panties. At least in the dark Conrad couldn't see how damp her fear of discovery had made her crotch.

'Pants!' His voice seemed even more dominant. His strict order enforced his power over her and she bent over to remove them, allowing him to catch up.

Conrad grinned as Lily handed them to him, his teeth white in the gloom.

'I see they are deliciously wet for me. Scared?'

'Yes.' Lily stammered.

'Yes what?' Conrad's voice was cold.

'Yes Master.'

'Better.' 

At a gesture from him Lily resumed her walk. Again Conrad was intimidating her by walking where she couldn't see him. She was aware of the steady stream of cars passing the end of the street. If any of them came down here she would be obvious in their headlights. When Conrad demanded her shoes she didn't look at him. She was careful, however, to use 'Master' in her reply.

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Lily had a flashback to the previous week. Conrad had taken her to one of the more expensive restaurants in the city. Lily had been nervous, afraid that her table manners may not live up the expectations of a posh place like that. The meal was delicious. As they waited for coffee Conrad had taken Lily's hand. Mystified she had followed him to the rear of the restaurant. When he started to pull her into the men's room she balked, pulling back. Scared of making a scene and being thrown out of the restaurant she allowed him to pull her into one of the cubicles. He did not even shut the cubicle door, just leant her against the toilet and shagged her. Lily was both terrified and turned on. Her orgasm was earth-shattering but she tried to keep quiet in case anybody had come in. Conrad had left her there to pull down her dress and organise her hair. Hastily Lily closed the door so she wasn't seen and set to renewing her appearance. She heard the door open and footsteps crossed the floor. Lily had stood there for five horrified minutes before she was sure there was nobody in the washroom. 

When she reached the table Conrad grinned at her. He knew how he had made her feel. Lily wanted to rant at him, but Conrad knew that the embarrassment would be too much. She had still been excited when he had bent her over a chair and taken her from behind. That was when he had asked her to be his slave tonight. She smiled fondly. That was quite some orgasm. How could she refuse? 

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The asphalt was rough under her feet but she walked proudly, pleasing her master. Every item of clothing she had shed under his commands had strengthened his command over her. Conrad's slave held her head high.

The feeling of pride ended when she couldn't feel his presence behind her any more. Glancing backwards she saw him casually leaning on a concrete bollard several metres behind her. Conrad caught the movement.

'Carry on. Don't stop now.'

She was moving steadily nearer to the main road; surely Conrad didn't intend to make her walk out there. Last week he had terrified Lily in the restaurant, there were no words for how she felt now, but it was worse. Her limbs were shaking. She was trying to walk with her legs closer together in a vain attempt to stop the overflow from her pussy.

'Turn around and head back here.' There was more levity in Conrad's voice now. Lily knew she had pleased him by obeying all his commands without demurral. It took all her control to walk back at the same pace rather than rush for safety. A few minutes (hours?) later she stood in front of him.

'On your knees, Slave.'

'Yes Master.'

The ground at his feet was dotted with gravel which had escaped from the bollard's base. Lily ignored the painful prickles as she gingerly knelt at his feet. She knew he wanted a blow-job but waited for him to give the order.

'Unzip me!' was followed by 'Blow me!'

Shivering in the cold Lily followed her orders. Absorbed in the task she didn't hear somebody unbolting a gate near them until it slammed back with a crash. She pulled her head away but Conrad forcibly pushed it back.

'You haven't finished yet, my sweet slave.'

Lily wasn't in any position to answer. Thankfully the gate shielded them from view as a van drove out of the gate turning to head away from them. By the time it was out of sight Lily was licking the last drops of cum from Conrad's cock, and he was sighing with content.

'Lovely job, Slave.'

He patted her head as if Lily was a dog. Instead of resenting it she grinned in the happiness of pleasing her temporary owner. Conrad put his hands on her pussy to stroke her clit and Lily stopped thinking about anything as she climaxed.

She forgot to worry about her nakedness as Conrad put his hands round her to lead her back to the car.

'Did you enjoy that, Slave?'

'Yes Master.'

And she had. Lily was not ready to be Conrad's full time slave. The thought of what he might expect was too frightening. Still frightening could be good. Maybe some day ...



The Walk



A beam of sunlight caressed me awake I rolled over expecting roll into his warm embrace. He wasn't there; his office must have called him in while I was dreaming. I lie still for a moment letting myself wake up, slowly I began to remember what I was told to do today. Master told me to go for a walk in the park, alone. "Since it was such a nice summer day." He said. I found it odd because normally I don't go out without him. I didn't give a second thought as I was getting ready in the clothes he had laid out for me. On my dressing table lie the outfit and a note written on his personal stationary I picked it up and began to read.

"Darling Ivy.

I regret having to leave but I had business to attend to in Chicago. Now before you start pouting I'll be back this evening. You are still to go on your walk, please do try to enjoy yourself.

Love.

Master" 

I reread it twice savoring his words the scroll of his hand after reading the closing. I lifted the fine vellum to my face inhaling his dark masculine scent. The scent smelled better on his porcelain skin, either way it made me damp with feminine desire. Deciding not to dwell on my need I tucked his letter away in the drawer of my nightstand.

To wear Master had left a demi-corset made of the finest deerskin that he stitched Himself. He tailored it so that it could be worn under all my dresses. I took great care in lacing the corset pulling it as tight as I could get it by myself, my pussy tingled in excitement as I did so. Next, I moved on to the simple white "Alice in Wonderland" pinafore and apron I smirked as I thought of the joy Master must have had picking my clothes out. The cotton on the pinafore was cool and crisp against my sensitive skin. The apron had pink gingham edging. 

The whiteness of my outfit, that included white thigh high stockings and matching Maryjanes. Looking at myself in the mirror, I must say I was pleased to see how my dress brought out the ruby color of my hair that I left hanging loose around my shoulders. 

I took the bus to Latson Park, on the way there I sat all the way in back. Nobody really looked at me as I sat there idly toying with my apron. Except for this one guy in leather jacket he just kept staring and staring. So right before my stop came up I teasingly lifted my skirt so he could catch a glimpse of my bared hairless pussy. He stood open mouthed as I walked past him; I just grinned as I walked past.

The park was full of activity today, the smell of freshly mowed grass and barbecue invaded the air, and it reminded me of days gone past. For a second I was a small girl in my backyard. I began my walk by watching a blonde girl play with some other darker haired boys. I followed their steps as though I were enchanted. I heard something that caught my attention. Something seemed to whisper "Ivy".

My walk led me to the park's botanical garden, and as I walked I heard steps almost in rhythm with my own. As I knelt along the path of the rose garden looking at the lustrous reds, yellows pinks and whites of the almost perfectly formed roses the light sweet scent hung in the air. As I knelt examining the gorgeous blossoms I felt eyes on me. The eyes seemed to pierce into me. I felt my heart flutter. My mind told me to run. I rose to my feet slowly began just to walk in the opposite direction making sure to try and cover myself in a large group of people. I heard the same steps behind me and my mind began to spin. I couldn't think properly. My animal instinct kicked in and I began sprinting through the park. The air swooshed behind me as I ran I could tell my pursuer was keeping up. I looked behind to see an absolutely breath taking sight. The man behind me wore a large black trench coat it billowed as he ran. I stopped to look at him he wore a large brimmed black hat. He looked strangely familiar. 

He caught me pinning me up against the trunk of an oak tree. My delicate flesh scraped against the rough bark. My mouth opened in a scream that my assailant muffled with a deep probing kiss. I wriggled against him scraping myself farther 

"Owww. Let me go." I protested.

The man pulled me from the tree, the wind stung on my damaged skin; I started to sob hot and heavy tears. They weren't necessarily tears of pain, more so of regret. I kept thinking why did I have to take this walk? I could've lied to Master but than what kind of submissive would that make me?

As I was being drug through the woodsy area on the edge of the park I stumbled and fell to my knees in the cool damp earth I let out a small scream. The man looked down at me I tried to see some facial features. He pulled me to my feet I looked down at my dress it was streaked with dirt, if I got home and Master saw this he would beat my ass red for sure. I wailed mournfully the man leading me just chuckled at it echoed through the woods hit my ears wit such harshness. 

The man and I had reached the darkest part of the woods; he pressed me against a tree. He reached grabbing my hair and slapping my face. It stung enflaming my cheeks.

"Good girl" he whispered in my ear in voice that touched my soul.

"Master You frightened me." I chuckled through the tears my heart still racing.

"Good." He smiled wickedly tilting His hat up so that I could see his face.



The Walk



It's easy, some of it, I welcome it, revel in it, yearn for the feel of your hand on my bare ass, the brush of the crop against my cheeks, the tightening of the cuffs around my wrists or the ball of the gag as you silence my whimpers. Most of all I long for those moments when you take my collar, and place it around my neck, when you buckle it and look at me with the glint of ownership in your gaze, as you kiss me on the head and let me know who I belong to. 

And yet sometimes a part of me rebels, chafes against the submission you demand, the servitude. You know this, I can tell, you see it in those instances when I raise my gaze to meet with your own, my jaw setting slightly, the tension evident in my naked frame. And you are patient, watching me, waiting, the merest quirk of an eyebrow questioning my actions till I comply, knowing that if I don't it might wear on your patience, might see one of those moments when I'm punished for my disobedience. 

It's a difficult life of contrast, finding the balance, seeking the pleasure that accompanies the pain. But it's these moments, like the one right now that stir at my insides, make me long to hide, to sit on my haunches and refuse to move.

You started out slowly, I love you for that, you gave me time to adjust, it wasn't that hard at first, I am used to my collar, used to wearing it out in public. The leash was something new though, at home when you wanted to take me somewhere you usually did that with a fistful of my hair to guide me. I was surprised the first time you clipped it to my collar; you led me around the house, naked, as I always must be at home, and then you took me out to the garden. It was daytime, but the fence blocked out most sight, at least that is what I told myself as you took me around, walked me through there. 

I was more surprised though when you attached the collar when we went out. Not in the malls, or the carparks, but on our walk along the beach, fully clothed, walking beside you, the leash dangling between us. I was tense on that walk, not knowing what to expect, but it wasn't so bad. The next time though... there was a moment where I hesitated, there in the park in the early evening, walking on my hands and knees through the grass as you led me. You slowed your pace so I could keep up, and my clothes remained, though I never thought you'd have me naked in public.

I guess I learn something new about you all the time. 

And so here we are today, pulling up to the beach once more, and you're smiling at me, leaning over, kissing me on the head in that way I love, the way that makes me feel cared for, wanted, adored. And then you pull back, and tell me what you want and my smile leaves my face, my feeling of security fades as I slowly move to comply. Removing each piece of clothing, stripping down to bare skin and then carefully opening the door, stepping out of the car to stand on the asphalt of the carpark. 

It's late in the afternoon, the sun is hovering low on the horizon, about to dip down beneath the ocean and fade from view. I'm thankful for this, and thankful still for this secluded spot you've chosen. Aware that even though you're pushing my limits, you still take notice of my sensitivity, ensuring some notion of safety within me. 

You move around the car, holding my collar in both hands you approach me, waiting for me to lift my chin before fastening it in place. As before you clip on the leash leaving it dangling loose between us and letting me walk upright down to the sand. The sand is still warm, the heat of the sun not yet faded from the grains, though as you lead me further down I feel it cooling, licked by the occasional spray of water from the grey-blue expanse of water before us. You pause at the edge of the shore, turning to face me, your fingers cupping my chin as you place a gentle kiss on my lips. 

In that moment you release my chin and I see the change in your stance, the smile fade from your features and the firm tone of commandment enter your voice. "On your knees, bitch" is all you say, yet it sends me scrambling, falling to the wet sand below, hands automatically taking stance before me. And there I am, for the first time, in this new position you are grooming me for. Leashed, collared, naked on hands and knees, no longer just your pet, love, slave, but your bitch. And right now that is all I am. 

I see you give a nod of satisfaction as I cock my head to one side to look up at you, you turn on your heel, walking down the beach, a leisurely stroll, just a man and his bitch, you pace your movements with mine as I shift awkwardly through the sand, a slight yelp leaving me as a lick of ocean spray rears up and sends its cold chill over my naked form. 

It seems we walk forever, though it's only a few minutes, but my mind is racing, wondering, is this all that you have in store? What else will you subject me to? We keep walking, approaching the corner of the bay, and then I see them, another couple, a man, his bitch. Walking on the beach, coming ever closer.

I'm nervous, skittering towards the water, hoping you'll let me immerse myself in the waves to hide myself, you jerk me back to your side, a harsh command uttered, calling me to heel. I hand my head, whimpering slightly in my throat as I stumble along at your feet, they're close enough now to see us. I see the man lift a hand in greeting to you, and you return one, and I look up to see his pet by his side. It's not the animal I feared, it's something worse. I look up at you, see you glance at me with a knowing smile.

You'd set this up, anticipated it. This man and his bitch, walking down the beach, her naked as I, collar around her neck, leash held in his hand. She lifts her head, and I lift mine, staring at each other, backs arching, and bodies tense. We're sizing each other up, animal instincts to the fore, both of you ignoring us, conversing, what a pleasant evening it is, just right for exercising your bitches. 

We're circling now, leashes in danger of tangling, my body brushing your calf as she circles closer, teeth bared as we compare. Both of us, butts held high in the air, our breasts dangling beneath us, and then I feel you jerk my leash, the collar pulling me back, choking me, and I'm by your side, resting at your feet, my expression sullen, my narrowed gaze on her.

And there you are, crouching down, holding out a hand to her running your fingers through her hair, petting her. I'm standing, butting my head against your arm. look at me... not her, she's not your pet, it is I. And she's preening, her master standing there indulgent as you slide both hands down to her shoulders, rubbing her skin before cupping her breasts in your hands. 

"She's a fine bitch" you tell him, and I bristle, glaring at her. You look at me, catch the expression and your own turns fierce "Sit, bitch" you state, and I comply, watching as your fingers find their way to her nipples, seeing her mouth fall open as she gives a slight pant of pleasure, knowing what your expert touch is doing to her. 

It's too much, first the shock of being this way, only to see you admiring another, and so I lower my head, not wishing to watch. There is silence, I can't tell what is going on but I feel a tug on my leash and resist for a moment, before you tug again, forcibly, choking me, dragging me back closer to you. Your hand brushes my cheek, lifts my chin and you look into my eyes, speaking softly, "See her bitch, see how obedient she is? Sitting there, letting me pet her because her master expects it? That is what you will learn to be" You see it there in my eyes, that stubborn streak that sometimes emerges, that rebellion, and you frown.

Your eyebrows quirk and you meet my gaze staring at me till I shiver and lower my eyes to the sand beneath. "Pet" you whisper "Make me proud, don't disappoint me, you know what happens when you disappoint me" and I do. Punishment, but worse than that, the knowledge. Knowing that I've let you down, that you're unhappy with me, and the fear that follows. Not living up to your expectations, not meeting your needs, becoming worthless to you. I give a low whimper before lifting my gaze, stretching my hands out before me to rest in supplication to you. 

You nod, ruffling my hair and glancing over at her once more "Introduce yourself bitch" you tell me, "Find her scent, her taste, know her" I rise slowly, as she sits there, watching me, crawling close and ducking my head to her in deference. There's a pause before her head touches to mine, before her cheek brushes my own and I feel the brush of her lips on my skin. Acceptance, forgiveness. 

I swallow, knowing now what you expect and so I slowly start to explore her, nose touching to her shoulder, cheek brushing her side as let my body brush against her. As I move I feel a hand on my spine, it's not my masters, it's not you, I can see you standing still before her, watching me. It must be hers, her owner. I ignore it, moving around, nose brushing against the round globe of her buttocks as I look at you over her head. You nod, and I know I must continue, tilting my head, sniffing at her ass, I can feel his hand still on me, smoothing over my butt now, cupping my cheeks. 

You're standing right in front of her now, hands moving over her hair, I see this as I spare a glance up, see your gaze set on me, watching me, observing my actions. I lower my head quickly, tentatively extending my tongue towards her pussy lips. It's a strange angle, and I am forced lower, forced to tilt my head around so that I can once again draw my tongue through her slit. She reacts this time, legs spreading a little wider; I can feel her master move behind me, his hands running down my thighs as he sinks down to kneel in the sand behind me.

I ignore him, drawing my tongue through her pussy lips once more, taking a little more time to flick it, part them, and attempt to taste her. I'm aware of more motions, looking through her legs I see your shorts resting about your ankles, I feel his hands sliding between my legs and the purpose of this lesson is suddenly clear to me.

You are demonstrating my place, as your bitch, your pet. Showing me how my actions are only those to please you, determining that where I belong is wherever you desire, right now it's here, on all fours, kneeling down and licking the cunt of someone else's bitch. Right now it's lying here like this while I feel his fingers probing me, pushing inside my pussy. And right now it's here, hearing the sound of her sucking, and knowing that you've taken out that cock I adore and buried yourself in her mouth. 

I whimper against her pussy, parting my lips to suck on her, aware now of those fingers in my own cunt, pushing slowly in and out, hearing your voice as you murmur words of encouragement - for me? Or for her? I can feel her body swaying slightly her hips grinding down on my face and I can feel his hands moving, steadying on my hips.

And then there it is, his cock, forcing it's way unasked into my pussy, I pull back, about to draw away when I feel the sharp sting of my collar cutting into me, tears springing to my eyes as I look up at you, my leash in your hand, your expression stern. And her face, pressed against your crotch, you smile, not one of pleasure but cold, calculating and you grip her hair with your hands as they hold my leash and slowly pump your hips towards her. "Look at this, bitch" you whisper "See what a good pet she is, taking my cock, prove that you can be as good as her bitch, prove that I don't have to set you free" 

And so there I am, back in position, licking her cunt once more as her master takes hold of my hips, chuckling quietly as he tells you it always takes them a while to adjust and then plunging his shaft inside me. It's difficult at first, this rhythm - me, licking her, you fucking her mouth, him fucking my cunt, but soon we settle into some sort of pattern. There on the beach, two bitches in heat.

I can hear you groan, remarking on the usefulness of her mouth as he answers, commenting on my pussy. She's quaking now, whimpering around your cock as my tongue wiggles deeper inside her, it's all I can smell, her scent and then you're pulling her away from me, leaving me panting, hands in front of me as I steady myself. She's facing me now and I realise why, see the glazed look in her eyes and the moan emanate from her throat as you shove your cock inside her. 

All I can hear now is panting, hers, yours, his... and soon I realise my own, face to face with her, my counterpart as each of us is fucked by the others owner. Face to face, watching as she starts to tense, howl, knowing that she's cumming all over your cock, and unable to help myself as I do the same, thrusting back like an animal as I struggle for fulfilment, impaled by her owners rigid shaft. 

And then it's over, me, hanging my head, not meeting her gaze as I feel her owner move away from me, see you stepping back to the side and feel the jerk on my leash. We continue our walk, me, naked, my pussy dripping as I follow you, not looking back, not pausing before you reach down, unclip the leash and slide a hand into my hair "Into the surf, bitch" you whisper "Clean off", I comply, crawling into the waves, letting them wash over me. 

It isn't long before you're calling me back out, reattaching my leash and walking me back to the car, I follow, not knowing what will come next but it seems that today's lesson is over, you pull me to my feet, unclip my collar and give me a gentle kiss on the lips. "In the car, you can dress, time to go home." 



The Walk



Part 1: The Walk

"Hey Will!"

"Hey Rose."

"Welcome home! I'm so glad you could meet me. Give me a hug and tell me about college. I want to hear everything!"

"Here's your hug," Will said, leaning down to wrap his arms around me, pick me up, twirl, and squeeze.

"Oh my God," I laughed. "Think you cracked a rib. Put me down, you nut!" But I'm smiling and laughing, so happy to see him and his matching grin. He laughs too and kisses the top of my head as we start walking toward the track behind the neighborhood elementary school. 

"So, finals were over last week. I aced them, and here I am, unemployed for the summer, gotta find a job."

"Well, good for you about the grades, not so good about the job. Hey maybe we could both get a job at Sea World. That would be so much fun."

"Not a bad idea, if one of us had a car." 

"True, but you're distracting me."

"How so?"

"I want to hear about the rest of college. The soccer, the parties, the girls, the sex and violence. The good stuff, and no detail is too small."

Will laughs, takes my hand, brings it up to his heart, and declares with a surprisingly straight face, "You know, I am saving myself for you."

That earns him a punch, and he's nearly doubled over laughing.

"Come on, spill the beans, I want details." 

"You have to earn details," he declares grandly.

So, I peer at him closely and give him a saucy smile, "That just means you didn't get any."

"Au contraire," he loftily smiles and raises a brow. "A gentleman doesn't tell."

I'm about to bust him with a "What gentleman is that?" when thunder rumbles and lightning flashes. We're about two-thirds of the way around the track when the sky opens up and the we're hit with a deluge of rain. 

"Run for the back," Will points off to the left and takes off. I'm right behind him, getting soaked and not covering the ground as fast as his long legged stride. You can tell that playing soccer has stood him in good stead. We get to the overhang, and lean against the library door. It's a good place to wait out the storm. 

"Wow! That is some storm! You're soaked."

"So are you!"

"Yes, but you have on a white t-shirt! Lovely view!" 

Wack, I smack him a good one, and toss back, "A gentleman wouldn't mention that!" 

He quips, "What gentleman and pulls my hand to his lips for a gallant kiss.

"Oh my God Will, you crack me up! I've never seen you be anything but a gentleman though. Have you other than making wet t-shirt jokes?"

Will laughs and says, "I've been known to bust a move now and then." And he has the nerve to try to tickle me. I slap his hands, and he evades and renews the attack. Then we're both sitting on the concrete and he pins me, really going for the tickle spots without mercy. 

"Stop, I'm going to pee, if you don't stop. Willlllll! Stop please!"

"What do I get if I stop?" 

"The pleasure of not getting peed on."

Well, then, how can I resist?" and he leans on an elbow and smiles down at me, very pleased with himself. 

I quip back, "How can you resist me?" 

But instead of laughing, he looks at me thoughtfully and holds my gaze captive and whispers back, "I can't" I've never been this close to him or seen such a serious look and my heart beat goes triple time. He leans down and slowly, slowly, lowers his lips towards mine. Do I kiss him? Oh my God, what do I do? And then it's too late, his lips are softly on mine, and it's the best feeling ever. Butterfly kisses on the corner of my mouth. Sipping then retreating. Pressing just the lightest bit. 

I want more and tell him, "Kiss me!" 

"My someone is impatient." And he kisses me softly and longer, til the heat of my body is going up in flames. Then goes back to sips and fleeting kisses all over my face. 

"Will," I whisper, "Kiss me! Really kiss me! Please." And then he's eating at my mouth, going deep, his tongue forays into my mouth playfully rubbing , tangling with mine and retreats before coming back for more. 

"Oh God Rose, you taste so good." 

"You do too," and when I sigh and scoot closer he roles above me and settles his hips between my legs. I can feel the heat of him through his cotton shorts, and he's hard, and hot. The downpour shields us from prying eyes in a pattering cocoon. All I want is to be closer and feel his weight on me. I reach up and cup his cheeks in my hands, pulling him closer still. 

"I want you." 

"Want you more, but Will..." And the thought goes unfinished as he thrusts his cock against my short-clad crotch.

Liquid heat pulls in my private zones. I should stop him now I think, but Will caresses my thigh and pulls my leg up and over his hips. I am a goner. The friction is amazing. Just a minute more... and I can't help it, I have to pull him closer griping his ass cheeks with each hand. Amazing! 

"Rose I want to make love to you." 

"Will, about that, Oh God right there, rub right there. Yes, About that, I haven't ever really done that... but that feels incredible. God, Kiss me, please." 

But he's back to teasing me with light kisses all over my face and then he's biting my neck, and I'm melting into a puddle of need, running my nails over his back. Pulling him tight and hanging on for dear life. He's sneaky though and like an octopus, his hands are wandering. Lifting my wet t-shirt to the white bra beneath. Slipping a finger under the cup to whirl around the nipple. "Will, this probably has gone way too far," I grip his hand to stop him, and his other hand snakes up the leg of my shorts going for the sweet spot, and rubs. "Holy shit Will," and his tongue is in my mouth, mating with my tongue. His finger is rubbing my clit in time with the tongue thrusts. Spontaneous combustion R Us!

"Will, we should s-s-s-stop." But oh my God, it feels good and my hips are flexing. Then it's my hand up his shorts and Wow, I have his hot, hot flesh filling up my hand. And we're both octopus hands and it's amazing. He rubs my clit. I rub the length of his cock from stalk to tip. Feeling his pre-cum on my fingertips. It's exciting, and new ground, and the rain is slowing down, but we are speeding up. The air soughing through our lips like we've run a marathon, and I lick his neck, then nip and gently sink my teeth into his nape. 

"Rose, do that again." So, I do and his hand cups my ass and lifts and he pushes a finger inside me. "Wait, I don't think..." but Will is thrusting his finger in and out of my pussy and the tension is unbearable. 

I tell him so, and he smiles, and says, "ok, let's try this," and thrusts a second finger inside me and starts pumping hard and fast. 

I can't breathe. "You should stop. Don't stop. Oh God! Will," and I'm seeing stars. I sob into his mouth, shuddering and shaking. His cum coating my hand. I can feel convulsions quivering through his dick. I keep stroking til they stop, then pull my hand from his shorts and lick my fingers clean one at a time. Will watches with avid gaze, petting me and licking his fingers clean too. He rolls to his side and spoons me, kissing my forehead as we try to catch our breath. 

"Wow!" I say, "That was amazing." I can't believe we just did that in front of the school."

Will laughs and kisses me gently. "You're fun to go walking with!



The Walk



I have read too many erotic stories, at least I have to think that considering that all the stories I read gave me the ideas that led to this story. My favorite ones were the ones that the girl or young woman would wear really old clothes and go for a walk. While on the walk the young woman would tear the clothes off or have them removed by some interesting coincidence. All the time getting hornier to where she is either running home or finding a secluded area to masturbate.

One night I couldn't get the idea behind the stories out of my head, so I decided to it was time to take my fantasy to the next level. I started thinking about how I could do it. Considering it had been a fantasy practically since I had read my first story of this type, I had some ideas already.

At eleven pm I pulled on my oldest panties (the seams were already fraying and the elastic waistband wasn't the best) in a faded orange color with lacy legs that didn't hold the legs, a broken green bra (missing the underwire - that I really didn't need - from the right cup), an old white t-shirt so thin the bra was very visible, a denim skirt that was so old I couldn't close the fly, and an old pair of tennis shoes (they fit, but the sole was worn thin). After five minutes of marveling at my wardrobe that covered my five foot eight inch, one hundred twenty pound, 30A-26-30 body with light green eyes and strawberry red hair that I wore short and spiky. I was just surprised to see that I had all this, but after a quick shake of my head I realized that I had been keeping a hold of this stuff for this very night.

I pulled an old ball cap on over my head, then had a thought. I grabbed a bag and stuck a thong, lightweight summer dress, and heals in with my wallet. Once I was ready, I threw the bag over my shoulder, grabbed my keys and left the house. I locked the door and tossed the keys in the bag. I knew that I could get back into the house with the hide-a-key, if I didn't grab my bag from where I was going to hide it.

I struck out at random and five minutes later I found a place to hide the bag. Behind a closed store was a garbage compactor enclosure butting up to a park like area with bushes growing against the back wall of the enclosure. I stuck the bag under the bushes and headed out into the park area.

I continued walking for at least a few minutes before I turned a corner around a tree and accidentally on purpose caught my shirt on a branch. The branch snapped quickly, but not before creating a nice sized hole in the right shoulder of my shirt. Now I was excited knowing I was going out to fulfill my fantasy, but when I heard the fabric tear my excitement ratcheted up and so did my fear. I didn't think about the idea of getting caught, but my fear was actually helping build my excitement. Nonetheless I knew I couldn't stop now.

I reached up and toyed with the hole as I continued to walk. I wasn't paying a lot of attention to where I was walking and took a step off a curb that I didn't see. As I took the curb (not really a curb, but a short built wall of stone to mark the side of a hill and path) my fingers were inside the hole, and the jolt of the quick drop pulled my arm down. The hole opened from my shoulder to the top of my right bra cup. I vibrated from excitement hearing and feeling the shirt tear.

To feel that again I turned around and headed back to the tree that started the hole. I didn't get far when I changed my mind again and headed back to the curb. I was holding the sides of the hole lightly with both hand and took the step as much like the first time as I could. It worked because my hands were jolted and the shirt tore almost to the bottom, exposing the right side of my chest and most of my abs.

I huffed like I hadn't wanted the shirt to be torn and glanced around before pulling the ruined article of clothing over my head. After it was off I tore the shirt even more then tossed it into the tree line above me. All my moving had made the underwire of the left cup of my bad bra to be twisted into my chest causing a pinching pain in my armpit.

I tugged the bra to adjust the wire and actually broke the shoulder strap on the left side in front. This hadn't be an accident on purpose, but was a nice coincidence. Then I was surprised when the fabric of the cup just rolled down to hang below my tit, held up mainly by the little bit of fabric holding the underwire. Even though the bra strap came loose, I still couldn't fix the wire. After a couple more tugs, I actually felt the wire shift and move out of my armpit and into my cleavage. I smiled and worked the wire the rest of the way out of the bra, framing my tit for a moment before tossing the metal away in a different direction from the shirt. The whole time I did this my bra didn't breakup any more.

All the walking had caused my skirt to start riding up my legs, but the two falls off the curb had pushed the skirt up to be a belt and my panties were visible. After fixing the bra I pulled the skirt down with a sharp tug. As I tugged I felt a seam pop loose and the denim separate on my right hip. The panties rolled on the right front side also as the skirt went down again.

I stuck my right hand inside the skirt to pull the panties straight with my left hand holding the left side of the fly. As I fixed the panties I felt the seam open more. By the time I felt the panties were going to stay straight again, I knew the seam had fallen to below the side of the panties. The skin on my leg was not visible at the moment.

Once my clothes were set to my liking, I had tossed the shoulder strap over my shoulder, I set off at a jog up the path. I set myself to jogging to see if the bouncing of my tits would do anything to the bra, even though I knew there was nothing to really bounce in the bra being as small as I was.

I knew the skirt was going to move again and was happy it did. After about ten minutes of jogging I stopped to fix the skirt again. This time I pulled really hard. The seam broke all the way down to leave about a quarter inch held together. Of course the split seam meant that my skirt wasn't going to stay on. In fact it fell through my hands and to the ground. I gave a surprised yelp, but was happy with the effect.

As I bent to pick up the ruined item I smiled at the thought that I was standing in the middle of this park like area in just panties and a bra that wasn't covering one tit. I could feel my panties were wet in the crotch. I tore the skirt the rest of the way, it was hard to get through the bottom hem, and tossed the denim into the trees.

I turned back toward the tree line and area that I had started from. I went back to jogging and felt a slight twist on my right foot then I got it stuck in a tree root that I hadn't seen in time. With a slight tug I was able to pull my foot from the shoe with no problem or pain. I continued to jog, a little slower to make sure I didn't hurt my foot. Less than five minutes later I stopped jogging because I was tired and started to feel a little sweaty, also running with only one shoe is kind of awkward. I quickly took my shoe off and tossed it away as hard as I could.

After getting my breath back, I started walking again in the general direction of my starting point. In less than twenty steps I was tripped by another root I didn't see. This time I went down face first. It hurt, but I was grateful for the soft, spongy ground. I didn't eat any dirt, but my chest and panties dug into the ground a little. I felt my bra pull at the seam in my right armpit.

After standing up I wiped my chest and abs off. I felt the seam of the bra to find that it tore about half way up from the bottom. I rolled my panties down to wipe the debris away from my bald pussy and out of the fabric. When I pulled the panties back up, I found that there was a rip in the front middle almost halfway to my pussy. I pulled the panties up as tight as possible knowing that the they weren't going to stay up long. I think the zipper of the skirt had rubbed the top elastic band like a dull saw, so when I fell the weakened point snapped and allowed the fabric to split.

I didn't notice right away, but the thin piece of fabric, where the underwire was, from my left cup had rolled up on my tit. When I felt the tight line across my tit just below my nipple, I knew I needed to adjust it. I started walking slowly as I reached up to pull the line down for my comfort. I took a deep breath as I pulled it down and away from my body a little. I wasn't thinking when I did the pulling, but was very happily surprised when I felt the tension of the bra release as the seam in my armpit fully opened.

There I was standing in the moonlight filtering through the trees, one tit out in the open, green bra being held on mainly by a shoulder strap, orange lacy panties torn in front and barely held on my hips, and nothing else on my body. My pussy was wet, hot and very engorged. I could feel that the crotch of the panties were so wet that the moisture had soaked into the lower butt.

I tugged on my bra again as I continued walking, this time on the right cup to see if the strap would break. The bra didn't break, but my panties did slip. Unintentionally, I did the modest thing and squeezed my thighs together to stop them from falling, and I stopped moving. I laughed a little and tugged the panties back to their regular position. I gave my bra one more tug to see if it would come off, but still nothing.

With a slight grimace of annoyance, I started walking again. In about five to ten steps half my ass was visible and my pussy was almost out. I tugged the panties up tight again, burying the crotch in my pussy, which actually enveloped the crotch of the panties, and I think I opened the tear a little more. Each time, for three more times, I let the underwear drop to about the same place or a little lower then I pulled them back up tight. The fourth time I pulled them up I felt the center seam tear completely apart and the panty "skirt" continued moving up my body as my hands felt no resistance to stop the advancement upward. I realized what happened as I felt the soft breeze tickle my bare, wet, swollen lips. With my realization I stopped my hands from going higher - they were almost to my tits - and let go of the garment. The item that was supposed to sit on my hips and cover my ass and pussy was still doing that, but they were in no way doing as it was originally designed to.

I walked for five steps and felt the panties fall past my ass and to my knees. I almost tripped from the lost mobility of my legs, but was able to catch myself and brought my legs together. With my legs together, the orange lacy thing fell to the wooded ground and I stepped out of the circle of fabric. I left the ruined panties where they fell and continued on my way.

I walked along and my hands went to my chest. They pushed under the loose bra cup on the right side and over the last of the bra on the left. My fingers teased my nipples and after a short moment of teasing and kneading I pulled the bra off and tossed it away. I was finally naked and knew I was really close to cumming by just walking along.

I hustled in the general direction of the enclosure where I had left my bag, feeling that I should at least attempt to get home before masturbating. After a minute or so, all the while building to orgasm, I saw the back wall a hundred feet away. It was so close yet so far, because I knew there was no way I was going to be able to walk there and then to my home. My legs were so weak from my building orgasm that I was leaning against a tree looking at the wall. The rough bark was rubbing my back and ass while my hands were pulling and kneading my tits.

I carefully slid down the tree - I didn't want to scratch myself - and sat myself on the top of my ass and lower back, keeping my pussy off the ground. My legs were bent at the knees with my heels almost against my ass, and my legs were spread almost to where my knees were touching the ground.

Only after I was on the ground did I reach between my legs. The fingers of my right hand lightly touched my body from my right tit over my middle to my mound before sliding over my thigh just off my crotch and to my ass. I wanted to tease myself, partly because I was thinking that if I touched my pussy or even brushed my clit I would explode. After moving my right hand, I repeated the move with my left hand. At the end of that move I was almost double, and my head was near my crotch. I knew that I couldn't lick my own pussy, but I knew how to excite my clit just by blowing on it, and that is what I did as both my index fingers teased my asshole.

With the level of my excitement prior to doing this, I came hard. My body spasmed so hard I actually hit my head on the tree behind me as I straightened out. My legs also shot straight out to where I was as straight as possible while lying against the tree. I know I got a few scratches on my back, but I feel that they were worth it for the most amazing orgasm in my life. It lasted for a good long time, and afterward my legs felt like jelly and had opened up again. I also know that I was quite loud with my moans of pleasure.

As I sat there waiting for my body to come back to working order, I heard a rustle. I looked around knowing I was in potential trouble if it was another person, but knew I couldn't do anything about it. I looked toward the noise and saw a thin, topless, bald, androgynous man slowly walking towards me. Apparently my look of fear scared him too, because he raised his delicate looking hands in an attempt to allay my fears.

I smiled and he came forward more. He stopped about ten feet from me to my left and still able to look at my whole naked body. Having someone looking at me naked was stoking my sexual fire and this guy was very sexy in a soft way. I lifted my hands, my left from the ground to my abs and my right in a soft wave before dropping it with the other, and whispered, "Hi."

He waved and sat down. "Hi."

"I'm Lou," I told him. I shifted to sit up a little more, but didn't close my legs.

"I'm Andi," he said.

"Do you like what you see?" As I asked the question I looked at his shorts, not seeing the tell-tale bulge.

"Yes," he said and shifted his legs to hide his crotch. "You are a very hot, beautiful woman." Andi's voice kept changing. It went high and low, high like a woman's and low like a woman trying to make it low. It seemed that he was either trying to throw me off or this person I was thinking was a man was actually a woman.

"Thank you," I said. "What is Andi short for?" I slid my right hand up to my chest and started caressing my left tit as I asked the question.

He or she dropped their head in resignation and answered in the high voice, "My name is Andrea. I am a woman and am horny as hell." She smiled to end her statement.

"Where's your shirt?" I asked. By this time my left hand was on my chest too.

"As you can see, I don't have tits. Or rather I don't have the regular mammary and fat sacs of any other woman. A few years ago I had my first boyfriend that I had sex with. I had sex prior to him, but I never took my top or bra off. With this guy, he actually talked me out of all my clothes and said he loved my body, flat-chested and all.

"After a few months, we learned about the fetish for 'boy chests'. We had fun in all types of places, then one day he asked me to go to a beach topless. I took a couple weeks of him conjoling me to agree. He wanted me to go dressed like a young guy. He figured that we could hang as guys with just us knowing I was a topless woman on the public beach. It took us some work and about a week or so of me learning how to act like a guy. I also shaved my head, in fact I shaved everything. When people asked why I don't have leg hair I tell them that I was a swimmer and got into shaving my legs.

"He and I broke up after about a year because he was arrested and disappeared for something. I never could find out what he was being charged with, but I kept up the shaving and dressing as a guy for a few things. I do my running at night during the warm season, so I can run like this." She waved at her body with her last few words. She had also moved to sit Indian style, pulling her shorts tight across her front.

"I wish I could do that," I said with a grin. My hands started working my tits harder. "How long have you been watching me?"

"Tonight, I left my house late because of I did overtime at work. I take the same route most of the time and as I was turning onto the street you used to get into the parking lot over there," she pointed toward the enclosure and beyond. "You looked different from the other people I normally see around here and was curious as to what you were up to. I watched you hide your bag then followed you through your stripping. You know you run very fast." She grinned at me.

"I wasn't trying to run fast. Maybe my excitement made me go faster." I was pulling my left nipple and teasing my pussy by running my hand around it, but not touching it.

"That's ok. I can run faster than that. I followed you at your speed and I was inside the tree line by the path you were on. It was a little harder following when you turned back and into the trees." She shifted and bounced for a couple seconds. I could see a war going on in her mind and finally she blurted, "Do you mind if join you in your state of dress?"

Her question stopped me cold for a quick moment, my left hand pulling a nipple and my right hand hovering over my pussy, fingers spread and lightly touching skin on either side of it. I looked at her and realized that even though I had gotten off, she probably hadn't and was probably close to cumming just sitting there. I nodded my head and in a flash she was naked, but for her shoes, too. All she had been wearing was her shorts and she sat on them. She spread her legs for her own easy access to her crotch, but it also gave me a nice view of her very bald, wet pussy with large lips.

I touched my clit as I watched her bury both hands in her crotch. In no time she was bucking on her shorts. I could see she was getting close as she fell back on her back. Her back practically folded in half as she arched in her own orgasm. Watching her made me speed my hands up and as she came down, I exploded again. This one wasn't as mind-blowing as the first one, but it was good.

"That was good," I said. "Would you like to take this inside?"

She smiled at me and said, "Sure. Your place or mine?"

After a quick discussion of which of us lived closer, we decided on my house. We slowly stood up to make sure that our legs would hold us. She picked up her shorts as she stood up. She was about the same height as me and was very striking being as hairless as she was. I figured that if she had breasts she could have become a model. We brushed the leaves and other detritus from each other's backs before moving anywhere.

We walked the short distance to the wall, both naked save her shoes. I grabbed my bag and we headed to the street. Before we reached the street Andi pulled her shorts on and I pulled my dress on.

"It's a shame you have to cover everything up," Andi stated looking at my chest. "By the way what is Lou short for? I figure, fair is fair." She smiled.

"I was born Eloise, and in school I was teased mercilessly. When I became of age I changed it to Lou the nickname my best friend Alison called me after seeing how I reacted to the others teasing me. So to really answer your question, Lou isn't short for anything legally." I shrugged my shoulders and the strap on my left shoulder fell down my arm. The dress fell too, but not enough to expose my nipple. Part of why it didn't expose my nipple was because of how hard it was, that it held the dress up.

We both looked at the hang of the dress and laughed.




The Walk



As we walked I looked around and saw there was no one around, not even headlights within blocks of us. I giggled and shrugged the top of my dress down to my waist, rolling the fabric so it stayed at about the same spot on my thighs. The top of the dress, the part that normally sat on my tits was what actually held the dress up. Andi flashed surprise than gave me a grin.

"I almost wish you still had that bra on to tease more," she said to me. While she was talking she rolled the top of her shorts over twice. This had the effect of exposing her hip bones and almost half an inch of her ass crack.

"It was old," I answered. "I hope some young man finds the bra or panties and uses them to jack off to." Not to be out done, I rolled my dress up to where my pussy was just covered and the bottom of my ass was visible.

"Seeing you snap that strap and have the cup roll down to expose this," she said and touched my tit, lifting slightly, "was hot. I felt my pussy start to gush at that." She rolled her shorts one more time. That exposed half her ass and her entire mound, just hiding her pussy.

"I had been wet from the time I put the clothes on, but it got me hotter as things tore and started exposing my body. As you saw, I think, all it took was me blowing on my clit to get me off." I grinned at her and just pushed my dress off. I held it off the ground and stepped out of it. The dress went into the bag on my shoulder and the bag was pulled down to be held in my hand. I was once again naked, since I hadn't put my shoes on. I still had my hat on through all of this, but at this time I needed to be as naked as possible, so I took it off and put it in the bag.

"Yes, I saw you explode without being touched. It was so hot. It was because of how strong your orgasm was that I approached you. I was worried that you were passed out and could be out for a while." She smiled and pushed her shorts off. We stopped moving and she pushed her shorts and shoes off. I opened the bag and she put her items in. I pulled the key out and continued leading her to my place which wasn't that far from there.

In no time we were there.

She stayed there with me for more than twenty-four hours, but that is a different story and so are my other adventures with and without Andi.



The Walk



Do you remember the night we went for a walk? I realize that is not very specific, but I suspect you know the night I mean. It was a hot night, too hot for the little window unit air conditioner in our living room. We both sat on the couch reading, trying to take our minds off the heat. I glanced up from my book to look at you, your black hair pushed back, sweat glistening on your pale skin. The blue, old-fashioned dress of the type you favored nearly matched your eyes, and clung to your body from the heat so that I could clearly see the outline of your breasts beneath the fabric. Your legs were crossed at the knees so that your dress rode up a bit, and I could see the light freckles that dapple your calves. You held your book in one hand, while lightly stroking your neck with the other. I must have stared longer than I intended, for your suddenly looked up at me.

"Let's go for a walk." you said, "It can't be any hotter outside."

You stood up and took my hand, and I followed you to the door. In fact, there was a slight breeze, and it was a bit cooler in the open air. We walked without speaking, and I let you lead the way as you guided me to the house on the corner, the one being remodeled that neither of us liked, where you finally broke the silence.

"I wonder what the back looks like. There are lights back there." And you led me around the house to the backyard, which was unremarkable save for a small raised porch and two large patio doors. As we moved towards the porch, the light was such that I could see our reflection in the heavy glass.

We walked to the edge of the stairs leading up to the porch, then you turned and pressed against me, your breasts pushing into my chest, then tilted your head up and softly kissed me. Your lips were a mix of your usual sweet taste and the salt from your sweat, and I felt my pulse quicken as you pushed your tongue into my mouth. You still held tightly to my right hand, so I slipped my left up between our bodies, unbuttoning the top of your dress. Your skin was slick and hot to the touch, and your nipple hardened as I stroked it lightly with my fingertips, causing you to let lose a small moan into my mouth.

You took my right hand and slipped up under your dress and between your legs. You weren't wearing panties, and my cock hardened as I felt that you were already wet. You continued to guide my hand, rubbing my fingers between your pussy lips and up to your clit, then down, pushing two fingers inside of you.

You sucked my tongue into your mouth, then suddenly stepped back, and fell to your knees. You looked me in the eye as you unzipped my jeans, pulling them down and freeing my cock. Then, never breaking eye contact, you slowly swirled your tongue around the tip. Grabbing me by the hips, you took the tip of my cock into your mouth, and slowly pulled me forward until your lips were at the base of my shaft, then gently pushed me back, then forward again more quickly, and I gave an involuntary moan as I fucked your mouth. 

I closed my eyes and was lost to the world for a few minutes as you sucked me, but just when I felt I couldn't take much more, I felt your lips leave my cock. I opened my eyes to see you standing up and turning around. You spread your legs a bit, then, looking back at me, you pulled your dress up over your hips, and bent down resting your hands on the stairs. I stepped forward, grabbing you by the hips, and slowly pushed my cock into your pussy until my stomach was flat against your ass. I paused for a moment, overwhelmed by the heat of you, then slowly began to fuck you. You turned away from me then, but I could see your face reflected in the glass. Your eyes were closed and your bottom lip was between your teeth. As I continued to fuck you slowly, you opened your eyes and saw me watching your reflection. Softly, so that I could barely hear, you said, "Harder."

I slipped my hands from your hips, up your back, and grasped your shoulders, then pulled you back as I pushed into you. Your eyes closed again, and this time your mouth opened slightly and you began to make soft noises in the back of your throat. Hearing you only increased my urgency, and I began to thrust into you, my stomach slapping against your ass as I fucked you as hard as I ever had.

Soon, I too closed my eyes, and I knew nothing for a while save the feeling of my cock inside you, the heat of you making all other sensations irrelevant. Then I felt your pussy tighten, and I knew you were about to cum. But you told me anyway, softly, and with a catch in your voice, "I'm cumming", and hearing you say it, I was too, for longer than I thought possible, still pushing into you and cumming inside you as you gave the little whimper you always make when you orgasm.

Then, I don't even remember how, we were on the ground, wrapped around one another in the damp grass, gasping and holding each other, oblivious to the rest of the world. After a time, you pulled me up saying, "We should go home", and you led me back to the house, which somehow seemed less hot that night.



The Walk Back



Amanda walked along the small path, feeling the small rocks crunch under her shoes. Huge dark clouds sprawled lazily across the night sky. The moon was huge - silvery and fat. Brian walked beside her, not close enough for her liking. This was their third date and he still believed he was being a gentleman by keeping his distance. They hadn't even held hands yet.

I swear. If that boy doesn't make a move soon... She told herself. She'd worn a sexy little red dress to show off her respectable cleavage and caught him staring so she knew he was interested but he had odd notions of how a man should act. She would have given up by now but he was such an adorable little geek and genuinely a humorous caring guy. Slightly scrawny for her tastes but she had ideas of how to fatten him up. If only she could get him to come inside when he dropped her off...

She walked ahead of him slightly to give him a good look at her ass as she walked. She cooked her own meals and ate well but also kept in shape; she was particularly proud of her classical curves. She just wished she could've worn her heels instead of just her flats. She loved the way her calf muscles looked in high heels.

"Brian, check this tree out! I think... Brian?" She stopped to look back. Brian was doubled over on his knees, gasping for breath. "Brian! Are you okay?" His whole body was shaking and he had his hands under him, clutching his stomach.

"Brian...?" He looked up at her and she gasped. His eyes were a jade green color now when she knew they were normally dark brown. As she watched, the pupils dilated and then flexed, turning vertically oval. His face was a mask of pain.

"Uhhhh... Uhhhmanduhhhhhhh! Hurts!" He held his hand out to her. His arm twitched while the flesh crawled. One by one his finger nails were pushed off, falling to the ground. His thumb cracked, shortening slightly as his hand grew in size. Something was happening to the palm of his hand but she was distracted by his index finger. As she watched, a small black tip pushed through the fleshy remains of his finger tip. The point grew out several inches until finally stopping. The other fingers followed soon after, sharp deadly talons pushing through the tips of his fingers. Brian watched the growth of these claws in horror.

"Wha... wha... ARRRRGHH!" Suddenly he screamed, sitting back on his knees. His canine teeth lengthened to sharp points and the scream turned into a roar. Small pits dotted his hairless lips but, soon, thick white hairs grew from the small holes. The lips themselves puffed out as his nose flattened. The front of his face pushed out slightly into a short muzzle. His lips blackened while the top lip pulled up slightly.

Brian's hands flew to his chest and he pulled, ripping his polo shirt in half. His pale, skinny body was straining against his skin. His claws made deep gouges in his flesh and the blood trickled down his body from the cuts. Amanda could see a thick growth of hair growing up from Brian's pants. As she watched, a trail of dark brown hair grew up the middle of his stomach until it reached his shoulders. Slowly, the hair fanned out to his sides, cradling his whole body. His stomach spasmed and she heard bones breaking, even from where she stood. Muscles bulged along his stomach and chest. Fine hairs grew from his face, covering him in a light brown fur.

Brian leaned back on his legs with his hands on his head. His ears were growing to points on the side of his head. He leaned forward again, moaning deeply and she watched the bones of his spine disappear beneath a growth of new muscle along his back. 

Amanda had her hands to her mouth, leaning back against the tree, too terrified to talk, scream or yell. She could feel her heart hammering in her chest. Brian leaned back again, his hands on the tops of his pants. His dick was hard and she could clear see the tip, fat and red against the dark brown fur of his belly. The legs of his pants strained as his muscles pushed against the fabric. Brian ripped the pants apart as he pulled them down. The base of his dick was covered in dark fur. He was at least ten inches in length and thicker than anything she'd ever seen.

Brian's legs were thick and corded with muscle beneath the coating of fur. With a loud 'pop!' his left shoe came apart at the seams. A second 'pop!' announced the destruction of his other shoe. His feet were growing the same claws, along longer and larger than his hands. Brian lurched forward when his feet lengthened. He was so much larger now. Even beneath the thick coat of fur she could make out individual muscles. His thighs were huge. Brian looked up at Amanda and she briefly wondered how much of him was left.

Brian tried to talk but words wouldn't come out. A loud 'crack!' sounded and he slammed his head against the ground in pain. Skin grew from the base of his spine, slowly at first and then fast. Naked flesh lashed out in a tail as thick as Amanda's wrist. Fur crept along its length until it was covered from base to tip.

Finally, Brian stood. His tail lashed from side to side, low to the ground. 

"B... Brian...?" Amanda said. Her heart was beating so fast and she was having a hard time catching her breath. He was at least seven feet tall now and pure muscle. His cock bobbed slightly. She couldn't tell how long it was but it was so thick. She had a hard time pulling her eyes away from it. "You're scaring me. Wha..."

Her breath suddenly left her in a rush. She hadn't seen him move but he was suddenly on her. He had her wrists pinned above her against the tree and his muzzle was against her cheek. He was rumbling deep in his throat. Amanda shrieked.

With one hand easily holding both of her wrists against the tree, Brian settled the tip of his index finger against the top of her dress. She thrashed uselessly against him. Slowly, he slid the claw down the front of her dress. The fabric melted away like butter leaving her in her bra and panties.

"NO!" She screamed. "PLEASE STOP!"

Brian rubbed his face against hers, still purring deep in his throat. He pressed his body against hers and he was so warm. The tip of his cock pressed against her stomach, an odd contrast against the thick hair. It felt slick against her skin. Brian's right hand reached around her back. He clawed down and her body shook. Her bra fell pinged apart and he cut the straps almost gently with his claw until he lay on the ground next to her.

Her nipples were hard in the warm night air. She kicked against Brian but it made no difference - he still held her with his left hand. Her back burned badly from the scratches. Brian cupped a breast in his right and licked her nipples. His tongue was incredibly rough and she cried out from the feeling. Shamefully, she felt herself grow wet from his attentions. He brought his muzzle forward to suck at her large, fat nipples, biting and licking with his tongue. 

"S...stop." She moaned. She twisted her legs against the feeling. He brought his right hand down to her waist. The palm of his hand was rough on her skin and the claws dug into the soft flesh of her back. Finally, he let her hands go and he grabbed the other side of her waist with his left hand. She beat at his head but he ignored her. She felt cold wet nose trail down her stomach and against the silky fabric of her panties. There was a pause and then his large rough tongue lapped at her pussy through the panties.

Amanda cried out again, her fingers twisting in the fur of Brian's head. He nipped at her pussy lips and licked against, tasting her juices through the fabric. "Noooooo..." she moaned again. She didn't even feel when he cut away her panties but the feeling of his tongue on her wet pussy lips threw her head back. He rubbed his nose against her slick pussy before digging his thumbs into her wet folds. He pulled her open with his thumbs and his tongue entered her. Amanda jumped, nearly losing control of her legs. He licked her from her ass to her clit, dipping his tongue deep into her as he did.

"P...pleaaaaaaseee... Pleeeeasssse... D... D..." She moaned.

He stood again, pressing against her. His mouth found hers and she tasted herself on him. He tried to kiss her but she refused to open her mouth. He growled louder and pulled back, flipping her around to face the tree. His large tail lashed angrily behind him.

"Brian... Brian... Please..." She whispered, over and over. He raked his claws down her back, drawing blood. She almost collapsed but he caught her and held her up. Hot tears streamed down her face. She couldn't feel her back any more, just pure fire from the scratches.

Amidst everything else, she almost missed it. His dick was probing her ass. She tried to fight him but he grabbed her hair with his left hand and yanked. She held onto the tree and tried to put herself far away. Satisfied with her submission, she felt his claws on her ass, spreading her cheeks. Her juices ran slowly down her legs. The tip of his dick pressed against her pussy and he wasted no time in teasing. He plunged in. Amanda screamed as she was slammed against the tree. She felt him hit her cervix and knew he was not in all the way.

He pulled out and slammed into her again. The feeling was incredible. She'd never had someone as thick as he was. She tried to ignore it but it was impossible. He was just so thick. He pulled out wetly and slammed in again and then again. She bit her lip at the pain of it, not realizing that her own hand was fondling her breast, pinching her own nipple. She felt her pussy open up to this creature - her lips socked against his hard, wet cock and she moaned at the feeling. She twisted and pulled at her nipple, savoring the pain. When he entered her again, she pressed back eagerly. It was hard to think with him thrusting in her. She just... she just wanted... she couldn't...

Amanda moaned against, licking her lips. She brought her hand down from her breast to her clit and began rubbing herself. Brian slammed into her and she yowled when she felt his hips slap against her ass.

"More. More. I want you deep in me, Brian. Oh god, yeeaaaaarrrshhhh..." The fire from her back moved into her face. She felt a sudden crunch and a flare of pain before she see again. Her nose was growing out slightly in front of her. She grabbed the tree again as he body was wracked with pain and pleasure. Brian never stopped fucking her. Her own claws grew out to hold the tree and she cut deep furrows into the bark. She ground her teeth as her gums ached and she almost cut her tongue on her new, longer canine teeth. She slammed herself back into Brian again, crying out in pleasure.

Her breasts grew heavy on her chest and she looked down to watch them get bigger. The nipples grew even more hard and fat but were soon hidden under a thick growth of fur. Muscles twitched and pulsed all over her body as she grew larger. Brian leaned forward to rub on her and she rubbed him back. She turned her head to the side invitingly and purred when he bit hard into her neck. His tongue lapped at the bite as new fur covered her naked body. A hammering at her spine was a counter-point to the hammering Brian was giving her. Her own tail grew out quickly. She felt her body shift as it moved and she was momentarily put off balance until it finished.

When her tail was complete, Brian grabbed her at the base of it and pulled. She'd never experienced anything like it and found herself grow even more wet. Her orgasm was building at the pit of her stomach, threatening to overpower her. She pushed frantically against Brian, urging him on and he responded in kind. He grabbed her hips, sharp claws digging into her furry ass and he pounded fiercely. Soon, he was cumming, deep wads of hot sperm jetting into her. His cock swelled with every pulse and soon she was roaring with her own orgasm. Brian held her steadily when her legs stopped working. Her claws held her against the tree.

Amanda still couldn't think straight. It felt like she'd just woken up from a bad night of drinking and couldn't get her thoughts straight. Her body did most of the work itself and she nearly felt like she was just along for the ride. When Brian nuzzled her neck, she turned to lick his own neck and gently bite him. They lay together on the grass, purring softly.



The Walk Back



Authors Note: This story is intended as an artistic work of fiction, I do not condone forcing yourself sexually on anyone without their consent.



You are on your way to the hotel, walking home from an awesome stones concert, a little drunk so you stagger a bit. Suddenly a hand covers your mouth and forcibly pulls you into a dark recess between buildings.

There's no light, so you cant see your attacker, your purse is slapped away and your hands are pulled roughly up above your head. Before you even know whats happening you feel a pinch and hear the distinctive sound of a heavy duty zip tie fastening your wrists together. before you can scream a leather ball on a strap is forced into your mouth and fastened behind your head. Then the metal between your arms is levered upwards, forcing you to a standing position. Leaving you hanging from the bottom of a fire escape.

If you stretch you can just touch the ground with your toes, you begin to scrabble for purchase but freeze in place when you hear the click of a knife being opened nearby. You begin to shake as the gleam of the blade shines into your eyes, then you feel rough hands pulling your short, sleeveless dress taught. There is a scraping sound as your dress is cut in from hem to collar, then roughly yanked from your protesting body, exposing your lacy bra to the night air. You begin to regret not wearing any panties as goosebumps spring up all over your exposed flesh.

The knife blade is cold against your skin as your attacker deftly slices through the front of your bra, exposing your perky breasts to the cold night air. The chill is replaced with warmth soon, as he lowers his mouth first to your right nipple then to your left, licking, kissing and sucking.

In spite of yourself you are getting turned on and a low moan escapes around the gag as your hips begin to gyrate rhythmically.

Suddenly, your weight is lifted in two powerful arms and you are pulled, hips spread, against your attacker. his muscular chest, obvious through his black t-shirt, feels warm against your naked breasts.

There is a moment of rustling while you try, ineffectually, to struggle before you feel the hot, hard, head of your attacker probing at your moist pussy.

With a grunt he slams his hips forward and you scream through the gag as you are roughly stretched to accept his girth. He holds for a moment, filling you completely and relishing in your writhing and faint protestations before pulling slowly out and slamming into you even harder than before.

He finds a rhythm and begins to pound into you, slamming against your cervix over and over with bruising force, his cock burying itself inside your now soaking pussy again and again tearing ragged screams from behind the gag. After several seconds (or hours you can't tell) of this, just when you are on the verge of passing out from the combination of pleasure and pain, he pulls completely out of your throbbing pussy and takes a step back.

You quiver in the suddenly cold again night air while he chuckles to himself, then SLAP! He smacks your left beast, hard, while grunting at you to turn around. 

Slowly you do so, then you try to scream once more as you are lifted from the ground again and held in position. Your attacker takes time to line his hefty cock up with your tight asshole, using your own juices on his cock head to smear the opening before roughly slamming himself home, deep in your unwilling rectum.

You almost want to pass out, the pain is so intense but he roughly slaps your tits again to keep you awake as he pulls out and pushes back into you ass, more slowly this time.

He soon finds his rhythm again and begins pounding your ass harder than it has ever been spread before, not caring if he hurts you. in fact, he seems to get harder when you scream!

After a bit, his thrusting grows frantic and he forces himself into your ass harder and faster than ever. Finally, with a bellow, he slams into you, his huge balls twitching against your pussy, and holds while his cock fountains wave after wave of hot cum deep into your rectum. The force of his orgasm is enough to send you over the edge, first into an intense orgasm then, finally, into blessed darkness.

When you come to, you are untied, bruised, bloody, naked and laying on the ground under the fire escape, your attacker has thoughtfully covered you in the remains of your dress as a makeshift blanket. As you stagger to your feet and contemplate what happened and the journey home, you begin to sob, not at the attack itself, but at the small, traitorous part of you that wants to come back down this street another night. Who knows, maybe you'll meet him again!