ELEVEN PM THAT NIGHT
The gentle whirring of Mia’s toys
was interrupted by the chiming of clocks marking eleven. Mia quickly drew
herself to yet another climax before packing up – she had work to do. She
packed a bag with some binoculars, a flashlight, stakeout snacks, remote
control vibrating panties in case she got bored, and a plethora of other
tools-of-the-trade. Mia was ready for action. Tonight was another full moon,
and the vicious beast behind the slayings would, without a doubt, be out in
search of the blood of virgins. Surely the beast would be somewhere in the
forest, like it had been the other night. Mia knew the perfect place to catch a
glimpse of the monster, on her way into the village she had seen a secluded
barn on the outskirts of town, and she was headed there now. From there she
should be able to watch the beast while remaining hidden and safe.
Although Mia’s tightfitting
leather pants and even tighter fitting leather top kept her concealed in the
darkness, they did little to keep the cold out. Mia held herself tight,
shivering as she felt her nipples grow hard from the cold. Two tell tale bumps
emerged from beneath her shirt, like the noses of two mole rats poking out from
the dirt towards the sun. It would almost have been embarrassing, but Mia was
not worried, it was unlikely that she would be seen in her secluded barn by
anyone – it was not as if she would find herself in the company of mysterious
midnight visitor. At the thought, Mia felt a twinge betwixt her undergarments.[1]
Inside the barn, Mia climbed to
the hayloft – here she would have a perfect view of the forest’s edge and the
bordering town. Withdrawing a periscope from her sack, Mia began to scan the
forest expectantly. What she soon saw, however, was very unexpected indeed.
Raphael was strolling through the forest, and was heading straight to the barn!
Mia quickly switched off her flashlight, held her breath and looked down at the
barn below.
Raphael entered, carrying with
him a large bail of hay. He effortlessly threw it atop a stack, his muscles
rippling. Straightening up, Raphael began to unbutton his white shirt, which
was near transparent from perspiration. Before she could stop herself, Mia let
out an excited squeak. Looking up immediately, Raphael caught sight of her in
the hayloft.
“Well, well, well. Back for more
are we?” asked Raphael, one eyebrow raised.
Red with embarrassment, Mia
climbed down from the loft sheepishly.
“You know this is private
property right?” said Raphael, “You’re trespassing here.”
“Oh!” blushed Mia, “I’m so sorry.
I was… um… bird watching.”
“I could call the police you
know, or” he hesitated for a moment, “we could come up with a more personal punishment” Raphael pushed Mia
roughly to her knees. Mia let out an excited ‘oh’.
This is what Mia wanted, what she
needed – an erotically sensual
experience to wipe out all her stress and worry. Raphael seemed like just the
man for the job, but perhaps even more than just that. There was something
between them; Mia could sense it, a spark of sorts. Perhaps she had finally
found someone to fill the hole Sophie had left in her heart all those days ago.
“What are you going to do with
me?” asked Mia, trying to sound scared, but her gyrating hips indicated
otherwise. She looked up at him coquettishly, putting on her best “fuck me”
eyes and subtly pushing her breasts together.[2]
“Well,” said Raphael sexily, “I
think I’d better lock you up with these chains I have in my back pocket here,
wouldn’t want you trying to escape your punishment now would I.”
Within moments Mia was chained
up, spreadeagled across the barn wall, cuffed at her wrists and ankles. Raphael
took a step back to admire his work, and Mia gave him her most devilishly
seductive smile. ‘Now things were really heating up’ she thought.
“Hmm,” Raphael pondered, looking
intently at Mia’s face, “It seems I forgot my gag.”
Mia motioned with her nose down
to her pocket, “That’s alright” she laughed, “I always come prepared for any
circumstances”
From her pocket, Raphael withdrew
a chocolate flavoured ball gag and strapped it into position. “Now you’ve been
a very naughty girl, haven’t you Mia,”
chided Raphael, “What ever I shall I do with, to, you?”
Mia wanted desperately to speak
against the ball gag, to beg for Raphael, to beg for his cock. She needed him
to enter her, and quickly.[3]
The seductive highlander stepped close to Mia, so close Mia could feel his
breath against her skin, close enough that she could reach out with her tongue
and taste him. She licked his face – it was delicious, like sex on a chocolate
bed. Raphael let out a little chuckle as Mia struggled against her bonds to get
closer, and began to unbutton her tight, frilly, leather shirt.[4]
Withdrawing an Irish-Army Knife[5],
Raphael cut through her studded, leather bra. Mia’s breasts sprung forth like
matching jack-in-the-boxes – an astounding effort, considering that they were
as hard as marble, and as perfectly sculpted.
“Ooh,” breathed Raphael at the
wondrous sight, the bulge in his pants becoming noticeably larger. “Looks like
I’m in danger, because you’ve got a pair of bazookas pointed right at me!”
Raphael’s witty comment made Mia feel the beginning of an
orgasm sweep through her.
“Looks like my nipple clamps are only just going to be big
enough” he said, fastening the metal prongs onto Mia’s prominent nipples.
Mia whimpered with delight, the
pain mixing perfectly with the pleasure and excitement she was feeling elsewhere[6]
in a near orgasmic sensation. Raphael leaned forward, leaving Mia breathless
with the anticipation of what was to come. His soft hands worked their way
across Mia’s body, brushing and massaging their way around her lower belly and
down into her soaking panties. Her back arched in delight as she felt Raphael’s
fingers slide up and down her slick channel.[7]
A mischievous smile spread across Raphael’s face, and as he continued to work
his left hand on Mia’s most delicate flower[8]
in an almost magical fashion, he took out an old iron key from his pocket with
his right. Mia’s eyes widened with confusion, and than widened even further,
this time with shock, as the key quickly disappeared down her panties and she
felt something cold and metallic enter her.[9]
The jagged edges of the key massaged her most private opening[10]
in the loveliest of fashions. Suddenly, and without warning, Raphael
straightened up, took a step back and strode from the barn.
“I’ll be back at sunrise to
unlock you,” he called as he exited the barn, waving back and laughing to
himself.
‘Oh dear,’ Mia laughed to
herself, ‘He really is a naughty boy,
isn’t he.’ It was only seven short hours until night gave way to morning, and Mia
knew she would be waiting every second in transfixed anticipation.
‘Or, on the other hand’ Mia
speculated, ‘I could do something spontaneous, something naughty.’ Mia knew she had the magical means to escape these mere
metal bonds; she could release herself and then sneak into Raphael’s bed to
give him a ‘special morning surprise’.[11]
Mia searched deep inside of
herself to find the power to shift the key from deep inside herself. She felt
the power bubble in her lower pancreas and begin to burst forth, like pus from
a squeezed pimple, like urine from a full bladder, or sperm from a stroked penis.
Connected to this ancient and mystical source of witchiness, Mia was able to
pull the metal key from her lower parts,[12]
the rust grating against her sensitive insides almost bringing her to climax. Mia
frowned; she had a better way to do this, a much
better way. She pushed the key back inside and refocused her powers, this
time not on the key but to the remote control to her vibrating panties. With a
quick flick of a switch, Mia let the gentle vibrations flow through her body as
she fell into the most blissful of dazes.
[1] In her vagina.
[2]
Helpful Hint #1: This is done to better emphasise one’s cleavage, making one
more appealing to the opposite sex. This does not work if you are male, unless
they’re into that (which they aren’t).
[3] In
her vagina.
[4]
You might think this must be the ugliest piece of clothing in the world, but we
assure you it is sex manifest.
[5]
Like a Swiss Army Knife, but Irish. Includes necessary tools like corkscrew, an
assortment of knives and potato peeler.
[6] In
her vagina.
[7]
Her vagina.
[8]
Her vagina.
[9] In
her vagina.
[10]
Her vagina.
[11]
Sex. In her vagina.
[12]
Her vagina.
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