4 comments/ 72625 views/ 3 favorites Nosey Parker Ch. 01 By: hotchkiss Angela spent far too much of her time watching what was going on in the cul-de-sac for her own good, at least that's what her husband Lionel always said. She couldn't help herself though, her own marriage was a sham and her life otherwise had little to interest her so she spent most of the day and a great deal of the night watching her neighbours. It had become an obsession over time without her realising; she even had sets of powerful binoculars strategically placed about her house. It was an expensive area and the large expensive houses were well spaced apart, all apart from hers and two others close to the main road were bungalows. As for her marriage, it was one of convenience it had suited both of them masking their differing sexual tendencies, which could otherwise ruin Lionel's career. They did love each other though, he was kind and thoughtful man and she was never short of funds or wanted for anything, he often treated her to new toys like binoculars or a better telescope. For the next week she would be alone, Lionel was away for a few days again, coincidentally so was her next-door neighbour Laura's husband. The younger gorgeous blonde woman had caught Angela's eye when the couple moved in to the spacious bungalow some time ago. Despite her attraction to Laura Angela would not be foolish enough to envisage playing around on her own doorstep. Besides that she had watched the pair closely, too closely at times as they made love by or in the pool, which she had a good view of. They were clearly in love and didn't mask it or shy away from demonstrating their affection. At least though she could watch the striking blonde knowing her intimately to look at, at least and fantasize about her. Something about Laura had come to her attention though. For the past few months each and every time her husband went away the same stunning young tall red haired lady driving a sleek black sports car visited her. Usually the car didn't move from the drive overnight of on occasion for days at a time. Pursuing her hobby as usual Angela saw Laura's hubby leave this afternoon; intrigued she wondered if the redhead would appear tonight. Normally the woman arrived somewhere around eight and nine, Angela would be at the ready, after a short workout she showered and slipped into her bathrobe, as she towelled her hair dry she checked the clock. It was ten to eight; distractedly she watched the length of the road from her darkened panoramic bedroom window. Sat right at the end of the well-spaced street on the top of the hillock the three-storey house it gave her quite a vantage point to view the activities of her fellow citizens in both her own street and neighbouring streets as well. An extensive arsenal of optical devices helped as well she mused as she dusted the powerful telescope lovingly. Her pulse quickened as a flare of bright light caught her eye as a car turned into the street and slowly crawled up the street towards her. It passed drive after drive as she settled in behind the scope and focused in on it. Smiling to herself Angela chuckled as she recognised both it and the occupant, it was the flash black job belonging to Red as she had christened the woman. A little early tonight, nevertheless just as Angela expected it swung into Laura's drive, this time however the garage door slid open and the car coasted inside. This was something new she thought watching the cars lights go out. Changing magnification she zoomed in on the car door, dressed in a long camelhair coat the redhead slithered from it. Fascinated Angela watched the woman slink around the car to the boot and retrieve two cases from it. One was the small bulky and clearly heavy suitcase that she always brought the other was new to Angela. Over a metre and a half long she watched Red wriggle it out of the confined space, tubular and quite thin, it was one of those plastic tubes for carrying rolled up artworks. She slung it beneath her arm and walked around the car towards the back of the garage where Laura appeared to meet her. Dressed casually in loose fitting jeans and sweatshirt Laura ushered her guest inside smiling warmly to her as with a flick of the remote she closed the garage door behind them. Angela couldn't help but notice the excitement on her neighbour's face at seeing her guest. What did they get up to in there she wondered again just as she did each time she saw the woman arrive. Scanning the house with her binoculars repeatedly her brain whirred as she watched for any sign of them. What seemed like hours later Angela saw what she knew to be Laura's bedroom light come on. From her high vantage point she could see into many of her unsuspecting neighbours bedrooms but not Laura's unfortunately Putting down the binoculars she paced the room, over a short time interest turned to fascination then in turn to intrigue then finally into an obsession. She had to know, had to find out, a plan formed in her mind. She had to know! What could be considered crazy thoughts and ideas flashed into being, it was late, gone nine thirty at least by now and already fairly dark, the chances of a passer by was minimal at best. If she wore black she would be virtually invisible, between their houses she didn't even have to set foot on the pavement. She knew her surroundings well; also she knew the layout of Laura's house and garden very well too. After dressing in a black fleecy jogging suit and trainers she headed down stairs and had two straight whiskies to calm her nerves, even so as she slipped out of the back door a knot of exquisite terror gripped her. Keeping to the shadows she flitted over the distance between the houses in no time at all. Catching her breath she crouched down in the shadow beside the garage wall then crept around the outbuilding till she could make out the illuminated window of Laura's bedroom window. Hunched close to the wall a few feet from the window she leant back against the wall once again she steadied her nerves; she was shaking with euphoric excitement. Already the act of sneaking around spying on her neighbour was giving her such a kick, she listened intently for sounds that would let her know where they were. Wondering what they were up to she listened harder, her heart leapt as she heard the faint slow rhythmic slapping noise and what sounded like a faint mewling cry that followed each well-spaced crack. Intrigued by the sound she desperately needed to see what was happening and edged closer to the window frame. Still with her back to the wall Angela stared across at the lawn and hedge, what she saw made her almost jump for joy. She had to suppress an excited giggle as she saw the faint stripe of gentle light that softly illuminated a thin vertical strip of garden; the curtains were not properly closed. Ducking beneath the windowsill she looked up at the four-inch gap in the curtains, the light that spilt from it was low, if she stayed back from the pane she would probably remain unseen or so she hoped. Taking a moment to bolster her courage and recall the layout of the room she steadied herself before she stretched up to peer in. This was Laura's bedroom; her king sized bed would be side on to the window; if they were on the bed she would have a ringside seat. Staying well back out of sight she cautiously raised her head and peered in, all the time ready to make a bolt for her house. What she saw left her speechless; it took a few moments for her to comprehend the scene that was being acted out before her shocked eyes. Across the room facing the window the redhead arrogantly struck a domineering pose facing her. To Angela's amazement she was dressed in a shiny black skin-tight cat suit that clung to her wondrous pert form perfectly. Her head was hooded; it masked the top half of her face apart from her delicate green eyes. The woman's long red hair swung in a ponytail from an opening at the apex of the hood each time she moved. The pale skin of her face accentuated the fullness of her pert cruelly smiling mouth that twitched occasionally with obvious delight. Totally enthralled by the transformed highly erotic creature Angela watched astounded, the woman's every lithe move captivated her. As the redhead began to raise her PVC clad hand Angela's gaze snapped to it, she stared transfixed at the cat of nine tails that hung there for a brief moment then seemed to swing lazily down in a slow arc. Angela's heart raced as her eyes followed the flogger on its lazy trajectory to its target, Laura' unprotected up thrust red striped bare buttocks. Such was her interest in the latex-clad redhead Angela hadn't even noticed her neighbour until that moment. Her eyes widened in disbelief as she saw the young woman. Crouched face down on the dishevelled bed facing the very window Angela was peering through, her pretty neighbour appeared far too distracted to even notice the dimly lit strip of face peering at her open-mouthed in the gloom outside. The totally naked and excitedly writhing girl's arms were under her probably bound to her ankles Angela surmised by her strange position. Her head was flung up crying out, Laura's pretty face was contorted in an expression of tearful agony for a brief moment as the tails struck home before slowly assuming a state of delirious bliss as it sank back to the bed. Fascinated by what she saw Angela watched avidly as Red methodically whipped an increasingly excited Laura's reddening buttocks for a seemingly long time. In all her voyeuristic capers Angela had never encountered anything like this, she had expected or at least hoped to maybe get a glimpse of some furtive lesbian activities, what she witnessed instead blew her away. The scene being played out before her was incredible and any thoughts of melting away into the darkness were dashed. Watching Laura receiving her strokes she grew increasingly aroused herself, she squirmed uncomfortably as both her mind and body responded disturbingly quickly to the performance she was elatedly witnessing. The redhead's blows began to change direction and shift target, from over arm stroke they subtly changed into an underarm swing and the target was hidden from her sight between Laura's thighs. As the first blow struck Laura threw back her head crying out in anguish, Angela felt her stomach tighten with fevered excitement as she eagerly awaited the next blow. Her eyes flicked impatiently to the latex clad bitch as the woman shifted position to get a better swing of her arm. As she turned to stand side on to her Angela noticed that the woman wore an impressive black strap on phallus over her cat suit. From her vantage point Angela guessed it at a good twelve inches long, it's impressively thick convoluted shaft curved upwards menacingly to its bulbous ridged head. Crouched low close to the window Angela's hands rested high on her thighs, almost subconsciously they rose to brush her overexcited groin. The semi- accidental contact through her clothing felt so good that she pressed a little harder and was soon absentmindedly stroking herself through the thick fabric. Before her eyes Laura had appreciatedly received several blows to the pussy and Red had paused her assault for the moment at least. What happened next made Angela groan with envious excitement, placing the flogger across Laura's back Red fell to her knees and her face disappeared behind the bound girls buttocks. Even though most of her head was hidden behind Laura's glowing derriere it was obvious to Angela that moments later the redhead began to eat the helpless girl out. A mere three feet from her Angela fascinatedly watched the pretty blonde's face contort in rapture as she writhed in ecstatic pleasure while the redhead worked on her. Her cries and groans of intense delight reached Angela through the double-glazing and they tortured her. It was no good she had to do it, besides who was going to see her crouched here in the darkness. Feeling incredibly naughty she slipped her hands into her jogging bottoms and without hesitating plunged her fingers into her heated wetness. Sighing appreciatively she watched the show unfold as she stroked her own hot slippery flesh. After a couple of incredible minutes from behind Laura rose Red, she stood erect slowly, her lower face glistened with her lover's excited secretions and she licked her lips appreciatively. Allowing Laura little respite she gripped the phallus in her hand, bending its rigid length down she forcefully plunged it deep into the vulnerable girl. Laura's head whipped up again and she shrieked wide-eyed staring directly at Angela for a moment. Outside the window Angela's heart lurched and dread filled her, even as distracted as she was the girl must have seen her she thought. Wanting to run she reeled away staggering back a few paces in terror but felt compelled to stay, to see if Laura had actually seen her and if not she didn't want to miss the spectacle. Moments passed slowly, no cry of alarm had been raised; there was no flurry of activity behind the curtained window. Returning nervously to her vantage point she peered through, they were still at it. Red was giving Laura a hell of a pounding and the young blonde was being pulled back and forth like a rag doll. Surely Angela reasoned with herself if they had seen her they would have either given chase, desisted from their debauchery or drawn the curtains at least. Before long the scare was all but erased from her mind and once more her hands were busy inside her joggers pleasuring herself furtively. Unknown to Angela she had been seen by Laura, in fact they had been aware of her for some time as the camera that picked her up sent a signal to the small remote that beeped out of sight of the window. The small monitor on the dressing table had popped into life at the same time to show the performers their quarry had taken the bait. Angela was blissfully unaware they were scheming about how to deal with her even as they fucked. Alicia had been well informed about Laura's voyeuristic pervy neighbour. They had found her quite amusing and knew that one day she wouldn't be able to resist trying to find out what they got up to during Alicia's visits, they had long ago formulated a plan to deal with her. For weeks now concealed night vision cameras even Laura's husband was unaware of had been installed around the garden, the trap had been set knowing the prey would take the bait eventually. Inside the action appeared to be slowing, to Angela they appeared to be tiring somewhat; eventually the redhead withdrew the glistening monstrous phallus from Laura. After caressing the bound girl's mottled buttocks Red untied her lover and graciously allowed Laura to roll over. Totally engrossed Angela watched as Laura immediately sat up and drew her tormenter to her urgently by the hips. Angela stared in astonishment and moaned in envious appreciation at Laura sinking her mouth over the head of the latex monster wantonly sucking her own secretions from its glistening surface. Clearly a dirty little sex kitten Laura was well versed in performing oral sex and gave a good display of her talents until Red pulled her lover's head back and broke away. The woman turned and left the room saying something and laughing as she went to Laura who nodded and giggled. Somewhere in the house music burst forth, it was loud rock with screaming lyrics and thrashing guitars. On the bed before her Laura began to perform instantly grabbing Angela's attention, without looking she had swivelled to sort of face the window in her naked splendour. Angela watched mesmerised as the blonde caressed her own pert breasts intimately, imagination running riot Angela mimicked her actions playing with herself in time with Laura as the younger woman's hands slid lower. Watching the blonde's fingers sink between her thighs and begin stroking herself Angela followed suit assaulting her own exquisitely aching clitty. Before long she was breathless totally absorbed and very close to coming when she noticed Laura was smiling directly and very wickedly at her. For the briefest moment she was confused, it was then she realised the true precariousness of her situation. Blackness suddenly enveloped her as a heavy thick fabric hood was pulled over her head. In abject panic she struggled, a hand clamped the confined airless hood about her mouth as her unseen assailant pushed her roughly to the ground effectively muffled her screams of terror. Disorientated Angela was unable to struggle as her stronger assailant sat squarely upon her back and cuffed her wrists first and then her ankles. Her fear was such that her voice failed her and her terrified shrieks came out as a weak squeal until the hood cord drew tight about her throat almost cutting off her air. Pulled unceremoniously to her feet she was dragged at a speed far in excess of the restricted steps her bonds allowed. She stumbled along pathetically shaking with panic and would have fallen several times had her assailant not held her up. It grew warmer; the music was louder, she was aware they were now inside the house. Her fear stunned mind whirled unable to form rational opinion, her only clear thought was that she had been caught by her own vice she wondered what the hell they intended to do with her. The hood was removed, the room was pitch dark she tried to make things out but couldn't. There was a noise she recognised through the cacophony of rock music, duct tape being peeled then torn off a roll. In moments she found herself gagged with it then blindfolded thankfully not with the duct tape. "Well, well what have we here?" from behind an unknown icy cool menacing voice hissed close to her ear that must belong to Red, "don't move a muscle bitch!" "Looks like we caught us the local peeping Tom here Laura," the voice continued just as menacing, "or is it peeping Thomasina perhaps?" "It's that nosey bitch Angela from the big house next door, I told you she would come poking around one day didn't I?" Laura shouted over the music. Shaking with fear Angela wished she could plead her innocence or beg for forgiveness but she couldn't even make any intelligible sound past the fast stuck tape and just breathing through her nose in the hot room was difficult enough. Dim light crept in around the edges of her blindfold as someone clicked the light on; the music fell to a much softer volume shortly after that too. "Well Angela, you've caused us quite a problem," Came the soft menacing tone of Red, "I really don't know what to do for the best!" "We could call the cops and hand her over, couldn't we Alicia?" chirped Laura helpfully. "Yes but they may take a dim view when she tells them what she was watching you silly girl!" "We can't just let her go though!" "True, very true, Laura," mused Alicia, "what's her name?" "Angela, nosey bloody parker from on the hill!" "What to do, I wonder?" "If we clear everything up and you change, we could tell the cops she was trying to burgle the house, they would never believe her story!" "Yes they would silly," Alicia scolded her lover, "besides I might have a much better idea." "Oh," giggled Laura wickedly alarming Angela, "tell me then!" "I need to talk to our guest first to educate her to a few home truths." Dread filled her as she sensed the closeness of the woman, the heat of her breath on her face and the pressure of the strap on dildo thrust menacingly against her hip, which oddly excited her despite her fear. "Well Angela, naughty Angela" came the woman's matter of fact tone as she began to explain, so close Angela felt the phallus thrusting against her belly, "how do you think this will look in the papers once it leaks out, it could wreck your social standing somewhat!" "I don't think you want that do you?" Angela nodded vigorously in agreement with her. "Good," she felt the presence of the dildo disappear as Red continued, "the thing is Angela, we cannot afford to let you off scot-free after your transgression, so I'm going to give you two choices, understand?" Nosey Parker Ch. 01 Once again Angela was only too happy to nod her acceptance feeling a slight relief at being given a possible reprieve. Whether the police would accept her story she would still face the humiliation of exposure as a peeping tom and all the damage that would do. Already she knew she had little choice but accept whatever punishment sexy Alicia chose for her, the thrill that coursed through her at the thought of submitting to the dildo wearing redhead was quite delicious. Holding still she made no attempt to resist as if to persuade her she felt what could only be the head of the dildo being eased between her legs. A shiver of exquisite anticipation ran up through her as she felt it slide slowly deep between her thighs, its natural curve forcing delicious contact with her traitorous pussy through her joggers. "As I see it and I'm sure Laura would agree I have no choice but to punish you myself unless you wish to visit the police cells, the choice is yours Angela!" With that she pulled the duct tape away from her mouth in one sharp yank making Angela yelp in pain as it was ripped off. "Well, have you decided?" "I don't have a choice do I?" whimpered Angela forlornly as Alicia rode the dildo back and forth slowly against her, "I suppose a generous offer to ransom myself would be rejected?" "It's not about money you silly cow, will you accept the punishment or is it the cops I call?" "Why would they believe you?" she gasped breathlessly as despite her predicament she relished the thick insistent intruder thrusting back and forth between her thighs. "Didn't I tell you about our new security cameras Angela?" giggled Laura mocking her clearly relishing the look of horror on her face, "wanna see the latest footage?" "Well!" sighed Alicia close behind thrusting the phallus against her tender flesh so hard Angela gasped, "what do you say, you never know you may like it, bitch!" "What do you mean by punished?" "Why should I tell you and spoil the surprise," Red laughed, "by the time I finish with you Angela I'll have two clients on your street!" "Clients?" gasped Angela shocked, "you mean Laura is your...?" "She is my customer, yes," chuckled the woman interrupting her and seemingly highly amused by Angela's astonishment, "why, you thought we were lovers did you?" "Yes, yes I did, I never imagined anything like this," Angela spurted in amazement, "if what you say is true and I see no reason to doubt it, you give me no choice but to agree to your demands!" "Excellent, prepare her Laura." Trembling uncontrollably with dreadful anticipation of what she had just agreed to Angela's heart lurched, she sensed Alicia move away taking the tantalizing phallus with her to Angela's surprising dismay. Soon enough though she was distracted from her thoughts, Laura had drifted up to her, she recognised her neighbour's distinct citrus perfume. Angela jumped as soft fingers lightly touched her lips sensually drawing the bottom one down making her shiver with delight. "Open up Angela," giggled Laura softly as she obeyed her demand without thought, "nice and wide, there's a good girl Angela!" The plastic ball felt cold and resiliently hard as Laura pushed it deep between her open jaws in one sharp movement. Her tongue was forced back causing her to gag, Angela's heart fluttered excitedly, she was close to panic as the straps were secured tightly about the base of her skull. Before she could adjust to the intrusive gag she felt the hood being slipped over her head once again. To her relief though this time it was not fastened anywhere near as tight as it had been earlier. In another moment she felt the zip of her sweat top being undone, she began to shake uncontrollably in fear, which oddly excited her. The heat built up under the confined hood as she felt herself redden with embarrassment; beneath her top she was naked. The garment was pulled down her arms as far as the handcuffs would allow forcing the cuffs down over her hands somewhat painfully. Her complaints were unintelligible and totally ignored as her wrists were bound tightly together behind her quite skilfully then her arms were bound again at the elbows equally tightly. Rummaging through the crumpled sweatshirt Laura undid the handcuffs and discarded both them and the garment. Inevitably she knew what was coming next, as she expected her bottoms and panties were pulled unceremoniously past her knees shame embarrassment and fear overwhelmed her and she began to cry, great sobs wracked her but it did no good and she felt Laura's hands pushing her down by the shoulders forcing her to her knees. Wasting no time at all Laura had her trainers and socks off in a flash, the cuffs around her ankles followed soon they were joined by Angela's joggers and panties. "Don't fucking move," giggled Laura excitedly from behind her, "or you'll wish you hadn't been such a nosey fucker!" She had no intention of risking making things worse, how could she. With her arms bound and unsighted she probably wouldn't even be able to stand up with out falling over never mind attempt to escape and so knelt obediently as Laura returned to bind her ankles then knees tightly together. Once Laura was happy with that she bound Angela's wrists and ankles together then Angela heard her move away leaving her kneeling helpless in the middle of the room. Without warning Angela felt a blow land as a foot pushed hard against her shoulder. Screaming more from shock than pain she toppled onto her side and lay trussed up and helpless. "Bitch is ready Mistress," she heard Laura call out above her. "I'm almost finished here," came Alicia's distant reply that drew closer as she returned, "ohh Laura that's a pretty good job there, she's trussed nice and tight." "Come help me lift her," laughed Alicia evilly, "the cars ready, there's a nice warm blanket in the boot. We'll get her nice and snug then we can go whenever we're ready!" Futilely she tried to struggle as they lifted her; she was wracked by terror at the thought of what they had said. Foolishly she had believed she would have been punished there in Laura's house and never imagined anything other than a good flogging and a bit of debasement were coming her way. Helpless she was carried through the house and into the garage where she was lifted into the boot of the car where she was doubly secured to the cargo rings in the floor of the boot after which what she presumed was a blanket was thrown over her. She lay in silence; her heart thumping restlessly in her breast was all she could hear for a moment. "Mistress?" she heard Laura's plea and realised they were still there, "this is very exhilarating, isn't it?" "Does the thought of what we're gonna do to her turn you on?" "Oh yes Mistress," she heard Laura coo pleadingly, "please Mistress, please fuck me before we leave?" "I'd love to you little slut but do we have time?" "All the time in the world Mistress!" "Come here then," Alicia oozed, "bend over the car." "Oooh! Aurgh! Mmm!" Angela felt the car begin to rock rhythmically around her with increasing movement. "Tell me Laura," Alicia enquired with out losing momentum, "How do you know we have so much time?" "I oooh, met her husband the other ugh, day Mistress," Laura gasped between thrusts, "told me he's out of town all week, won't be back till Sunday!" "All week, oh my! The glee in Alicia's voice terrified Angela, she was out of options and lay there stifled by the hood crying pathetically as Laura was brought to orgasm so close above her which should have excited her so. Eventually the car stopped moving, the boot lid slammed shut startling her. Her heart sank as she heard them walk away then silence fell as the garage door clumped shut and she lay in silence her mind a flurry of activity. She convinced herself gradually that everything would be okay, they were just trying to scare her, and they had done a damn good job so far. Despite the painful restriction of her bonds her thoughts turned to what they might do to her, watching Laura receive her strokes had really aroused her perhaps she was going to get the same and hopefully a good fucking to boot. Her imagination ran riot making her more and more randy, she was aching for release and actually anticipating the coming hours as she dozed off to dream of Alicia and her foot long friend. Part 2 Driven to the edge to follow! Nosey Parker Ch. 02 PART 2: DRIVEN TO THE EDGE The car jiggled slightly as two thumps resounded through the vehicle waking her groggily from a restive slumber. How long she had dozed Angela had no idea, shortly after though she heard the engine start, surely they were still winding her up, tormenting her for her indiscretions. Angela found it hard to believe they would dare take to the streets with a trussed up naked woman in the boot of their car. It was incredibly hot and stuffy in here; she had been stripped, gagged, blindfolded, hooded for good measure, and then bound tight enough to prevent her escaping. Then she had been carried to the garage and secured to the luggage mounts on the boot floor of the sports car, they had covered her with a thick blanket, which made it even hotter in such a confined space. The hood and ball gag on top of all this made breathing quite difficult though not dangerously so she was glad of that at least! The engine burst into life vibrating the floor beneath her, Angela cried out hopelessly muffled by her gag, hood and the car itself as her panic returned. Then even more terrifying for her she felt the car lurch around her as it pulled away. Even now she truly believed they were winding her up, they would drive to the end of the road and return wouldn't they? She moved to the left against her bonds as the car swung right out of the drive, soon she would by pushed right as the car turned to return up the street wouldn't she? Moments later she cried in shocked dismay as she felt the car turn left and accelerate up the main road. She screamed in disbelief, how could they be so foolhardy, if they got stopped or had an accident how could they explain this. Within a few minutes she was very glad of the blanket they had thrown over her as the air around her began to cool rapidly. Her mind was in turmoil, fear and terror washed back and forth in a battling tide with excitement and arousal as her bonds bit into her with each bump or turn in the road. Despite the blanket she shivered and for a moment wondered where the draught was coming from, soon though her mind returned to more pressing matters. Everything was her fault she found herself considering, if she had resisted temptation to pry and left them alone all this would never have happened. Of course Angela realised it had been a trap, she had been lured into it quite skilfully, if she hadn't been so nosey though she wouldn't be here now so it was her fault. She wondered how many times they had baited the trap, how many times they had hoped to catch her, how patient had they been? With that her thoughts went back to what she had been witness to a short while ago as she had peeked through Laura's bedroom window. She saw it all so vividly and felt that delightful ache between her tightly trussed thighs, despite or because of her lack of control and fear about what was going to happen Angela found this all very exhilarating. Time passed, a lot of it or at least it seemed a lot before the car finally stopped and the engine died. She lay shivering with cold beneath her blanket as she heard heavy doors slamming shut, some time later the boot was opened and her blanket removed. Overly warm air rushed in to waft over her as someone undid the ropes that bound her to the boot floor. Angela felt herself being lifted from the car and bodily carried for some distance by the pair to be laid on what felt like a concrete floor. Wondering where the hell they had taken her Angela sniffed the air that seeped into her hood, it smelt thick, oily or greasy definitely somewhere industrial. The rope securing her wrists to her ankles was undone and she was lifted and manoeuvred into a chair. "Don't move Bitch," came Alicia's cold emotionless voice, "please don't make things any worse for yourself." Surrounded by the inky blackness she nodded her hooded head to show she agreed, it would be pointless to try and make her voice understood around the ball gag. Trembling she sat perfectly still as her legs and arms were undone quite quickly, they both worked in unison and had her free in moments. The hood however stayed in place unfortunately and she couldn't stifle the moan that escaped her as her joints moved for the first time in what seemed ages, she wailed pitifully as pins and needles wracked her arms and legs as both circulation and warmth returned to them. Her arms were cuffed behind the chair back before they retreated. Sitting in silence she could hear them talking and laughing close by too quietly though for her to make out anything useful as they busied themselves doing god knows what. A good five minutes passed before they seemed to pay her any attention at all, three minutes for her to imagine what was about to happen. "Stand!" barked Alicia authoratively, nervously Angela obeyed rising slowly to her feet. A hand gripped her none too gently by the back of the neck forcing her to move, she stumbled blindly in the direction she was forced. The intensity of the dread that overwhelmed her was exquisite, Angela felt her pulse racing excitedly and her gagged mouth was incredibly dry as she was forcibly manoeuvred to stand exactly where they wanted her and her cuffs were removed. "Right bitch, hold out your arms, don't try and do anything stupid!" came a barked order; compliantly she held her arms out before her. "To the sides you stupid bitch!" it was Alicia who did all the talking. Almost instantly Angela felt them wrapping heavy thick what felt like leather bands around her wrists and securing them tightly, she could hear the jingle of loose buckles as her wrists were bound. Angela was amazed how well they worked together, chains rattled over concrete and metal alarming her and she felt the heavy weight pull downwards upon her outspread arms as they fastened them to the wrist cuffs. She really hoped she did not have to stand like this for too long for the weight seemed to grow heavier with each passing moment. The heavy sensation did not last long at all however for with rattling clinks from both sides the chains were drawn tauter, utilising ratchets they were drawing Angela's arms out directly to each side of her. If she had wanted to flee at all, the thought of which had never entered her head as a viable option until now, it dawned on Angela that she was unable to. Her mind span in turmoil, as Angela realised there was no escaping the inevitable, she must endure whatever they had planned for her. Confused by her emotions part of her wanted to scream, to flee in panic or withdraw in fearful denial but another darker side hungered expectantly for the unknown, it grew restlessly excited imagining sensations and emotions she had not yet savoured or endured. This side of her psyche grew stronger with each passing moment and ruled her misgivings at the moment without contest. To her sides more chains rattled, Angela felt the chill of cold steel against her skin this time about her ankles as the chilly links of steel were wrapped around them twice about and secured. Shortly after as ratchets clanked and the chains pulled at her ankles forcing her feet relentlessly apart she began to tremble once more. Angela wobbled unsteadily as they forced her to adopt the position they wanted her in. Totally helpless stretched spread-eagled, gagged and hooded, enveloped in total blackness Angela realised her punishment was probably about to be delivered. Real fear gripped her, fear of what they were going to do, fear of the pain she was to endure and mostly fear of why it was stimulating her so much! "Ohh Angela," laughed Alicia menacingly causing a ripple of wonderful fear to add to her tense state, "you look so vulnerable like that." "God, you don't know how much I'm going to enjoy this you bitch!" she hissed, terrifyingly enthusiasm sparkled in Alicia's voice. Unexpectedly the hood was popped off Angela's head, free from the stuffy confines of the hood she relished the cooler on her face. She drew in several deep lungs full of the oily scented cool air before her blindfold was removed too. The light was quite subdued; the main overhead fluorescent lights were out. What illumination there was came from small lamps set here and there upon some of the high workbenches but to her newly exposed retinas even those seemed really bright. No one was in sight both her abductors were behind her somewhere out of her field of vision, instinct told her it would be more smart to keep her head forwards and not turn to look around too much. Squinting around her without moving her head too much her captors allowed her a moment or two to take in her surroundings. To Angela it was quite obviously a car workshop, she had been secured stark naked between two of the upright posts of a four-post hydraulic car lift by heavy link chains. From both sides at once they moved to stand directly before her, Angela stared wide eyed in shock, if she had been able her jaw would have dropped in astonishment. Before Angela her tormentors stood, both were naked apart from tight scarlet latex hoods that covered the top halves of their faces to just under their noses and spike-heeled boots. With heels of six inches or more both the women towered over her. Alicia's boots are exotic thigh length and match her mask perfectly in colour while Laura's boots are simpler, black and only calf high. As she had witnessed earlier Alicia wore her auburn hair hanging loose through a hole at the apex of her hood but Laura's blonde shorter tresses were crushed beneath her hood. They made a very erotic vision stood side-by-side together holding each other loosely in a very sensuous manner, the sight of which thrilled Angela. Still quaking uncontrollably Angela's heart lurched as they began to move, the women parted to move to each side close to the car lifts posts and begin to adjust the ratchets on the chain drawing her arms quite some more tauter until she was stretched just enough to prevent her moving without hurting herself. Her stomach knotted in gloriously tense apprehension as Angela waited with bated breath, her current predicament is one of the most highly exciting experiences she has known. Angela's already fraught nerves go into overdrive as Alicia drew very very close to look deep into her eyes, something her tormentor saw there made her smile smugly, her green icy eyes mere inches from Angela's. "Dirty bitch," whispers Alicia quietly so that only she hears, then louder and more aggressively "you dirty filthy bitch, I know you want this, you may think not but I see it in those filthy whore slut eyes!" Shaking with absolute terror and extreme excitement Angela shook her head in an attempt to deny it. Stepping back Alicia laughed and nodded, she knew, she could see it so easily. Helpless to resist Angela had decided to enjoy what she could and endure what she had to in order to get this over with, at least that's what she had tried to convince herself and Alicia had seen straight through her. Laura meanwhile had wandered away behind Angela somewhere, though Angela paid the woman little attention as her eyes were drawn to her delectable red headed, green eyed tyrant and her verbal abuse as she drew closer again. "You appreciate why you are to be disciplined don't you Angela?" she nodded once to show she understood, her throat constricted and she fought to hold back tears. "I must ask you to be truthful now," Alicia's eyes sparked with malice, "do you deserve disciplining?" Once again she nodded after a brief hesitation, so close to her Angela could have licked her face if she had not been so securely gagged. Alicia smiled pleased with her response. To Angela's surprise the woman cupped her breast making her shudder involuntarily as the fingers drew together to tease her already distended teat. She wanted to cry out, to ask the woman not to stop but could only garble unintelligibly past the gag. As if she knew Alicia took her other hand and slid it between Angela's legs to cup her aching pussy lightly. Throwing back her head she wailed incomprehensibly around her gag as Alicia's middle finger speared her oozing flesh very precisely. The delightful intruder sank as deep as possible into her sucking wetness and gyrated several times. Such was her excitement that within moments she was close to climaxing and shook uncontrollably this time solely through pleasure. "Feels good, ehh," purred Alicia sexily as she fingered her to the brink. Focusing on the woman's highly amused eyes Angela stared pleadingly at her, visually begging her to allow her to come. Of course disappointment was to be her reward as Alicia withdrew both hands at the critical moment, she held up the fingers that had been in Angela's sex close between them and sniffed the absolutely dripping middle finger. "Dreamy," she purred holding it below Angela's nose; her own musky scent pervaded her nostrils, "here try it". The woman smeared the thick copious secretions around her nose, every breath she now took would reek of her own pungent aroused pussy juices. Angela watched the woman lick her fingers clean with her long pointed tongue and moaned in frustration. All this time Laura had been busy behind her and Alicia slid away laughing to join the other woman out of Angela's sight. Taking deep breaths as best she could through only her nose Angela steadied herself only too aware of the whispering and laughing behind her. Closing her eyes she calmed herself down as best she could, her pulse slowed considerably as she took full advantage of their apparent distraction. Something soft gently landed across her upper arm and shoulder startling her from her composure settling exercise. Looking down she squealed behind the gag for fanned out across her pale flesh was the soft scarlet leather tails of a flogger. In a wicked way Alicia played the flogger lightly over her as she ducked beneath Angela's arm and stood before her. Almost tenderly she flicked the flogger against Angela's belly, flinching each time Angela shrieked unnecessarily in fear expecting worse than Alicia gave her. Confusion reigned within, her eyes widened in horror but her body literally ripples with anticipatory excitement of the unknown that was to come as she watched the scarlet tails slap lightly against her. The sensations she felt were incredibly perverse she knew she was about to be hurt but in a sick way she longed eagerly for the torture Alicia had selected for her. "You ready Angela?" To her own amazement Angela felt a hint of defiance surface, she just stared back at her tormentor her face a mask of expressionless calm. Alicia refused to be phased by her pitiful show; almost an anti-climax Angela had expected to be struck but Alicia made no move immediately instead she winked goading her prey. With a flourish of the wrist she set the floggers fronds whirling in a circular motion and smiled nastily at Angela. Confidence evaporated, the shakes had returned she could not control them whether through excitement or terror Angela could not tell she was so confused. Time marched on and she was kept in suspended anticipation for so long she cared not what happened as long as something did. "Show me you want it Bitch!" hissed Alicia coldly, "show me or by my word you'll be so sorry!" Her brief defiance confidence dissolved before the threat, and nervously Angela nodded to show she accepted. "Excellent we got that on camera!" smiled Alicia pointing behind her with her free hand, the flogger still span lazily in her other. In disbelief at first Angela stared where Alicia is indicating and true enough there is a security camera with a blinking red light pointed straight at her from a top corner of the workshop. How could she be so stupid she cursed to herself, the bitches were filming this, fuck they'll probably blackmail her. Visions of her oh so comfortable world evaporating clouded her mind but only for a moment. Before her Alicia stood beyond striking range, she was smiling evilly flourishing the flogger in a lazy figure of eight captivating Angela's focus. Almost day dreaming Angela was caught unaware watching Alicia playing with the flogger, behind her Laura made the first move swinging her flogger in a gentle arc to strike Angela across the buttocks. Alicia laughs wickedly at her as the unexpected blow landed, the blow was fairly light but it still hurt her unsuspecting flesh like hell. In shock Angela reacted instinctively attempting throwing herself forwards away from the attack. As she lurches forwards in the chains crying out in pain and shock to no avail Alicia strikes her across her belly, she lurches back only to be struck again from behind. To her the level of pain is intense she bursts into tears wailing ineffectively around the ball gag as they abuse her. All this time both the evil bitches laugh as they flog her thankfully not too hard for ten strokes each then stop. As the pain faded to a bearable ache she realised how good it felt perversely and how exhilarated she felt as her buttocks and belly burn in afterglow. Before her Alicia stood hands on hips breathing heavily from her exertions, a light sheen of perspiration on her top lip. Foolishly Angela believed it was over up to the point when she was suddenly plunged into darkness again. The fear she feels as her sight is taken from her is extremely arousing her wait to find out what comes next was very short this time. A flogger blow struck her hip from the front it is copied straight away by a blow around her other hip from behind. She can sense this by the way the tassels strike home. The next blow came from the front, it hit across her lower leg to be similarly copied from behind. Blows then struck her upper arm, lower arm and so on. Blow after blow were landed all up her sides and on both top and bottom of her arms, her nerve endings cry out, her body feels on fire as her senses were battered for what seemed an age. "Halt, change over you lead now," Alicia called out, she sounded almost breathless. If they were tiring though they did not show it from behind Laura struck her inner thigh above the knee, Alicia did likewise from the front. To Angela's dismay the next blow was a double sideswipe and return across her waist, Alicia copied across her the tender taut exposed expanse of her belly. The agony was incredible but more was to come. The next was harder back and forth across her upper back, Angela steeled herself, understanding the pattern she knew instinctively where the next double blow would land. Even though she was gagged she screamed anticipating the pain long before it occurred. Of course Alicia followed suit whipping the flogger quite hard across her jiggling tits as she writhed in her bonds futilely attempting to avoid the blows. The pain was intense but she was given no respite she screamed on almost panicking, choking on her own spittle as from behind the flogger hit upwards between her thighs its ends lashing her exposed pussy agonisingly. Alicia followed suit with a similar blow from the front Angela wailed in anguish at the lashing only to be rewarded evilly. On both strokes several tassels hit her tenderest flesh causing searing flashes of pain to burst through her. The ache left behind was exquisitely unbearable. Blows began to rain upon her at random she lurched pathetically as she was struck with varying force from any angle on any part of her body or limbs. Such was her inability to control her body that she pissed herself; the urine stung the many weals on her legs as it gushed from her in an unmanaged spurt. Her torturers laughed but showed mercy or no sign of halting at her distress. To further her discomfort her feet slipped in her own mess as she lurched about under the beating causing her to swing helplessly in her chains until she regained her footing. Truth be known that last assault only lasted less than a minute but she was close to collapse when they finished with her. Sweat poured from her, her body burnt in exquisite agony as sweat and piss soaked into her whipped skin. Quite exhausted she hung limply in her chains as the hood was removed and Alicia stood before her smiling victoriously at her. Once more she could breathe a little freer and after several painful breaths with her eyes closed and head hung low a little energy returned. Looking herself over as best she could Angela saw there was no part of her body or limbs left unmarked by the floggers. Nosey Parker Ch. 02 "Learnt your lesson nosey parker?" came Laura's giggly voice behind her; all she could do was nod weakly. Her head was incredibly heavy, she stared down at Alicia's red boots and the piss flooded floor they stood on. Behind her she could hear Laura scraping and banging about and tried to turn her head to see what the bitch was up to. "Oh no, keep those pretty eyes on me!" purred Alicia menacingly enough to make Angela raise her aching neck to stare woefully at her tormentor. She dare not look away for a second; something in Alicia's gaze warned her to look away was extremely ill advised. The chains holding her left arm slackened allowing it to fall halfway to her side. She heard Laura walk across to her right and her right chain was similarly loosened. Her legs were left secure wide apart as they had been as one at a time her arms were undone. Working swiftly behind her Laura left the cuffs left on and secured together behind Angela's back. To her ears came the familiar sound of a ratchet working and she became aware that her arms were being drawn upward behind her forcing her to bend forwards a little more with each turn of the ratchet just to keep her balance. What the fuck had they planned for her now, the still aching pain and discomfort they had inflicted upon her already had left her very aroused, she quite fancied the prospect that Alicia had brought that brute of a dildo and was going to finish her torture with that. Her heart raced hopefully as if reading her thoughts Alicia disappeared for a moment and returned sure enough with the big black strap on in her hands. Enthralled Angela stared excitedly as Alicia slipped the device on and adjusted it to give a comfortable fit right in front of her highly excitable trembling victim. Angela watched the bobbing bulbous head of the dildo as Alicia crossed to one of the workbenches to pick up something lying there. Returning she opened her hand to show Angela two small screw cramps laid there, Angela was puzzled for a moment but not for long. Holding one in her mouth she began to tease Angela's already erect right nipple to further distension, Angela moaned with pleasure as her tortured teat was expertly plucked. Once Alicia was happy the nipple was at full erection she screwed the clamp down on Angela's tender flesh. The pain was not as bad as Angela expected but she winced none the less, the action was repeated on her left nipple moments later. What hurt her more than the clamps was the stiffness in her back at being held so awkwardly. Totally unexpected she felt Laura undo the gag and remove it, as she moved her mouth she wailed, the ache in her muscles was incredible, that gag must have been in place for hours. "Is that better, bitch?" purred Alicia quietly. "Yes, yes thank you," moaned Angela hoping despite her intense arousal that the pain was over. "Ready for more?" "Please no! I thought that," she pleaded pointlessly, "please let me free, I've learnt my lesson, I'll do anything you ask of me Alicia!" "I know you will you whore!" Alicia smiled confidently, "and the answer to your plea for clemency is no." "Please, please let me go!" "Fuck you!" It was all too much for Angela and once again she burst into tears, showing no pity Alicia slackened the clamps momentarily allowing the blood to return to her starved nerve endings. Angelica whimpered as the pain flared in her breast then squealed as the clamp was then secured even tighter. She raised her head once more to implore Alicia for mercy in time to see the redhead nod to Laura behind her. Her heart fell like a stone; she expected an imminent assault with the flogger. Instead the ratchet clinked into life and her arms were drawn up much higher above her back forcing her head down and her unprotected rear out further and further. Her shoulder sockets screamed out in protest as she was hoisted into such an unnatural position. Clamping her lips tightly together she managed to absorb her distress without crying out, Alicia's hateful comment sparked something inside. Foolishly perhaps Angela decided not to let them get the better of her, well to try at least. Fighting back tears she hung her head so that Alicia would not see the hurt in her eyes she hoped. Pain and humiliation may have fuelled her anger but the was sensible enough to hold it under control; she wished she could say the same thing about her wayward libido. In all her experiences through the years she had never been so sexually energized or felt so free, which was so ironic seeing the situation she had got herself into. For years she had thought secretly spying on her neighbours and fantasising about lesbian trysts with them had been thrilling but her obsessions had pushed the boundaries far beyond what she could have ever imagined herself ever experiencing. Her obsessions had nearly got her into trouble on a few occasions but her husband had sorted things out, usually financially. This however was a far different affair; she had stepped beyond his help, she was on her own here. What horrified her most was that in spite of the abuse, fear and pain or even because of them she found herself revelling in her plight, had she lost her mind? Raising her head a little she saw Alicia's scarlet booted feet before her, about fifteen inches apart. Looking up a little further she admired the woman's toned thighs above the boots; Alicia's stance was one of extreme confidence, the upwardly curving immensity of black latex phallus was there right before Angela's eyes, she stared at it mesmerised by its menacing bulk. She shuddered at the thought of it penetrating her, bit her lip in anticipation of it stretching the walls of her pussy as Alicia fucked her and let out a faint sigh of longing. Above her Alicia chuckled, reaching down she stroked Angela's cheek, it felt so good that Angela looked up and smiled encouragingly at her gorgeous oppressor. "You want it don't you?" purred Alicia, how could someone sound so menacing and erotic at the same time thought Angela as the woman continued, "you want me to fuck you like I fucked Laura when we caught you, don't you?" "Yes," her voice trembling and tiny fluttering from her like a tiny bird, "ohh yes!" "You've been incredibly brave so far Angela," soothed Alicia crouching to look her in the eye, taking a firm grip on Angela's chin in the palm of her hand the timbre of her voice hardened, she demanded Angela's attention, "you can scream if you want to!" "Why!" was all that Angela managed, she was puzzled, the pain had not that bad after all. For a split second only she vaguely became aware of a high zipping noise, sharp pain erupted across her buttocks, the shock almost made her scream as her backside felt like it had exploded. Her eyes widened and she watched Alicia smile down at her smugly, the bitch had distracted her just enough by offering her a good fucking to allow Laura to attack unnoticed. The next time she heard the crop slice through the air, knew what it was but she did not have time to brace herself. Another resounding crack flared agony through her vulnerable rear and despite her resolve nearly gave in and almost cried out. Her breath was ragged as she gulped in air petrified she waiting for the next stroke. With both hands Alicia grasped her hair tightly at either side of her head, she held her securely and moved closer. The immense phallus rested against her face, she could smell its faint plastic odour along with another muskier earthy odour that excited her. This was the dildo that Alicia had fucked Laura with; it was soiled with the woman's dried on secretions. "Lick it you slut!" hissed Alicia, her voice shaking with excitement. "Yes," whimpered Angela wincing as another blow striped her enflamed rear, it suddenly seemed right to add, "yes Mistress!" "At last, you show some respect slave!" Alicia laughed condescendingly, "now lick it!" Tentatively at first she proceeded to obey Alicia staring up at the redhead who watched her intently while guiding her head up and down the bittersweet bulky shaft. Soon she was enjoying the humiliating task her mistress had given her but such was the agony she felt with each stroke of the crop across her already well beaten buttocks that she could not stop herself crying out even before the stroke landed. Her head was gripped even tighter as she began to shudder, the pain and anguish was almost too much mixed with her excitement she was drowning in a total disarray of mixed emotions. Alicia held her mouth close to the head of the phallus and Angela snaked her tongue over it, looking up she stared at Alicia, Angela was shaking with excitement at the aloof coolness the woman emitted as she fellated the dildo. Fingers snaked through her hair to grip the top of her head firmly, she knew what Alicia intended her to do and whimpered excitedly as her mouth was forced to hover directly over the glistening crown of the phallus. As the next blow landed harder than before Alicia pushed her head down firmly. With no choice in the matter her scream of pain was snuffed out as her eager mouth is forced to consume inches of fat black latex. This is so humiliating but so fucking exciting that Angela is on the verge of orgasm. Furiously Alicia forced her to accommodate more and more in her mouth as Laura whipped her into a frenzy. As if taken over by a demon Angela starts to bob her head of her own accord and was unaware that Alicia had even released her grip on her head. With each stroke of the crop she is spurred on obscenely by her own desires to make a complete slut of herself. Forcing her head down until she gagged she moaned and gasped for air whenever she could, she was a dirty bitch, a dirty fucking slut she kept telling herself excitedly as she sank deeper into depravity. Such was her state that she never noticed the beating had stopped and was only partially aware of the long nailed fingers scratching across her battered ass cheeks. In oblivion she fellated the latex cock like a thing possessed. Behind her Laura spread her cheeks and with a well-greased hand lubricated her puckered ring carefully. That was something new she thought unalarmed as Laura's finger entered her arse, in fact it felt very nice, she was unsure what the woman was doing but it felt oh so good and she was more than distracted wantonly feasting on Alicia's pseudo cock. I'm a slut, a dirty slut, I want it, I deserve it, she repeated to herself as she endured the latest defilement they inflicted upon her eager body. Interfering fingers vanished but she cared not as hands gripped her weal crossed hips and something big pressed against her anus, she moaned in surprise as whatever it was pressed on relentlessly, she tensed and a new achingly perverse pain flared through her, she wailed and gripped the phallus in her mouth with her teeth, more pain as what ever it was that was being poked into her bum hole was forced deeper. It took only moments though for the pain to fade as her body accommodated the intruder, Laura began to fuck her arse, slowly sliding the strap on deeper and deeper into her with successive strokes. It was disgusting, she never imagined submitting to anything so sickeningly perverse but it felt good, it felt so good, so unnatural, so sick, so perverse but so very, very good. Alicia pulled away and allowed Laura to get on with abusing Angela. Such was Angela's excitement she gasped and swore obscenities rained from her and alternatively mewling like a cat as she was defiled so deliciously. The pain caused by her bonds was forgotten as Laura screwed her until at last she came. Screaming their names she was wracked with delightful spasms of pleasure as Laura wrung every drop of pleasure from her. Almost delirious she tottered on unsteady feet as Laura withdrew with a loud plop, sweat ran freely over her as she struggled to compose herself and recover. "So good," she mumbled incoherently, "so good Mistress Alicia, thank you, thank you Mistress Laura!" "Shut the fuck up Angela," Laura laughed in disbelief. Such was her state that the pain of returning circulation when her clamps were removed failed to register. Wasting no time the two women began to free her, she cried out as her arms were lowered and unable to stand she slumped to the floor as she was let down. They worked quickly unchaining her legs and arms before lifting her between them and dragging her limp form away. The women dragged her to an empty workbench, like a limp rag doll she fell where they placed her face down with her legs hanging limply over the edge. She lay inert as they secured her to the bench with cords; her legs were pulled around the sides and secured to hooks to fully expose her rear again. In a wonderful dreamy reverie she drifted only half aware of what was going on. She was soon wrenched back into awareness. Something was eased into her pussy, something big, she moaned as she was stretched deliciously to the max. Lolling her head around she saw Alicia up close behind her; she was going to get her fucking after all. Thrusting deeper Alicia built up speed forcing inch after inch of delightful fat latex cock into her molten pussy. Pulling almost completely out then thrusting downward with every fast paced stroke the head and rippled shaft stretched her cunt and ground against her G-spot relentlessly as it tore into her again and again. Unsurprisingly she came in minutes very intensely and very reactively. Even as she came though Alicia gave her no respite fucking her writhing shuddering body more violently still. Thrashing against her bonds she convulsed wildly until she calmed somewhat and enjoyed the relentless pounding the redhead was giving her. It took not much longer for Alicia to have her helpless victim climax again just as intensely if not more so than the last time. This time Angela's head felt like it would explode as she came, lights swam around and she wailed pathetically as she strained against her bindings. weak as she was she thought she would pass out before Alicia finally stopped, she did sort of. When she came around she was sitting on a chair dressed in her joggers and sweatshirt, she was very aware of the smarting ache in her buttocks. Alicia and Laura now dressed in jeans and sweatshirts stood over her smiling. Alicia offered her a ready opened bottle of water, which she accepted drinking it eagerly. She felt battered, weak and tired beyond belief. At the same time she felt so fulfilled and sated, so peaceful and happy in the quiet after the storm. Laura handed her a Mars bar, until then she was not aware how hungry she actually was. "Come on lets go," Alicia said softly, "its almost morning!" "Are you taking me home now Mistress?" Angela enquired feeling mixed emotions not wanting to be alone. "To your home no," The redhead laughed "no my little slave, you are coming home with me!" "Ohh, I thought," she began only to be silenced. "You don't think now," scolded Alicia softly, "I think, not you!" "Ohh, I see Mistress!" "I have six more days to enjoy you before I have to return you to your husband, but for now we must all rest!" Standing unsteadily she stretched her aching back, looking around there was no evidence at all of last nights shenanigans at all, how long had she been out she wondered as Laura gripped her arm and drew her along. Six days! Six days before Alicia would allow her to return home, what had the redhead planned to do with her for six days she couldn't imagine? Her pulse raced wildly as she followed Alicia to the car, Laura climbed into the excuse for a rear seat and she was allowed the honour of sitting in the front. As she sat outside the workshop waiting for Alicia to secure the building she tried to imagine what the next six days would hold for her. "What you smiling for?" Hissed Laura from the back seat. "Ohh nothing." Sighed Angela settling down in the seat purposefully crushing her bruised cheeks against the seat to enjoy the ache. To be continued....