SOME GAS STATION BATHROOMS

ARE SAFER THAN OTHERS.

She wasn't sure how long she'd been standing there..

and for that matter,

she wasn't REAL sure

how she got here

or why.

Before someone had tied the satin across her eyes,

she had been led into a large white room..

one entire wall was a picture window,

looking out on a stormy sea,

with a purple shattered sun

sinking into the horizon...

she had walked towards the window..

strangely at ease

even given that she didn't really know who was in the room with her..

she remembered stopping

on the drive up the coast...

all the wine she drank at dinner just had to come out,

and after she topped up the gas tank,

she had gone to the bathroom...

It all got fuzzy from there...

she had vague memories of being driven,

in her own car...

and then helped out of it,

by a faceless man...

hidden in shadows,

he had led her to this room.

As the fine webs in her mind began to clear,

she saw a large, old fashioned dressing mirror, to her left,

and a roaring fire to her right...

and then the silk slipped over her eyes,

and she saw only darkness...

At least she was still fully dressed,

her tidy green business suit,

with the daring mini skirt

still framed her body stylishly...

she still felt her lace support cradling her breasts,

and the tender garter straps pressing against her thighs

as they held her sheer white hose in place.

She stood,

motionless,

as hands slipped more satin onto her wrists,

and pulled each of them up and out,

higher and higher,

until they were stretched and spread to the heavens...

When left helpless this way,

it took all responsibility from her,

removed any guilt or shame

and left room,

lots of room,

for just the lust...

and the passion..

Her nipples were hard already,

and her fires were coming alive inside...

There were hands upon her now...

more than two...

and they opened her suit jacket...

normally she wore a blouse beneath it,

but her work was done when she went driving

and she wanted to feel the coastal breeze

against her lace...

inside her lace...

and on her breasts...

for a while she had driven that way..

jacket spread,

and even...

for a little way..

with the lace unclasped..

with her tits free and clear

and open and available..

but for once the highway was deserted..

damn that world series...

and so,

before she pulled in for the pit stop

she fastened herself back up...

and now she was being exposed again..

fingers were moving across her lace

like tiny motors,

stirring her

mixing her

moving her

in circles the fingers traced the fullness of each breast,

and her hips began to move in the same circles..

the flames inside were high now,

reaching all the way from her dampness

to the inside of her masked eyes.

Smoothly,

the bra was undone,

slowly it was peeled back

and suddenly a mouth clamped onto each nipple..

washing it tenderly and then sucking it..

stretching it away from her...

and letting it snap roughly back..

her nipples were like diamonds by now...

hardened carbon life forms

at the ends of her breasts,

and they fought their own game

one inside each strange mouth...

for some absolutely insane reason,

she tried to move away from the mouths,

and the fingers scratching lightly over her breasts and belly...

but they followed,

and she could pull no further back..

and dear sweet jesus,

why the hell did she want to..

how long had it been

since someone had loved her this way,

how many slow and long nights

of listening to another sleep,

while her own fingers tried to help her...

she pushed herself forward,

into the mouths and onto the fingers...

A third set of hands,

from behind her began raising her skirt..

it didn't have far to go..

she knew that her garters and hose tops would be visible almost instantly,

and then that creamy sensitive skin,

between the silk hose and the lace panties...

she knew that the stranger behind her

could see the swell of her panty clad ass cheeks by now,

and yet the skirt continued to rise..

she felt the breeze between her thighs,

but it didn't cool her at all,

merely fed the flames..

she could hear the crackle of the burning logs,

snapping and steaming

as the flames bit into their damp insides,

and she knew just how the logs felt..

she knew that she was leaking by now,

as the skirt was unzipped

and removed...

she knew that there was at least six strange eyes,

watching her..

looking at her body,

in it's white lace undone bra,

and it's white silk leg coverings,

and the matching lace highcut briefs...

she knew that the eyes in front of her,

could see her breasts

straining to get deeper into the mouths which held them..

and that they had but to glance down,

and see her thrusting herself back and forth..

quickly forming a large wet spot

on the crotch of the lace

between her thighs.

She knew that the eyes behind her could see the arch of her back,

and the insistent curve of her shoulder blades,

could see her ass pushed back,

searching for his hands,

or his cock,

or both...

she knew that she was helpless to resist,

that even without the soft tight sashes at her wrists,

that she would still just stand there...

Someone undid her hands

briefly,

just long enough to slip off her jacket

and the bra,

and then to slip something back on...

something that felt like satin net...

it was tailored off shoulder,

and hung down behind her

like a formal tux with tails..

it hung to just below

the crease where her ass joined her thighs...

in front it seemed cut away,

after it dipped below the underside of her full tits,

it just seemed to sweep off to each side,

leaving her belly uncovered,

and her wet panties fully visible...

The sashes went back on her wrists

and she realised that she had made no attempt

to either escape,

or to help satisfy herself..

had done nothing to quench the flames..

or stir them hotter...

after all,

why would she..

this game was someone else's,

she was merely the recipient..

the one who got the prize....

hands moved across her now,

freely.. without pause for permission,

or even manners.

they moved down her thighs,

down her calves

and onto her feet..

she was gone now..

gone for sure..

her feet were always her downfall..

soft fingerpads stroked along her arches...

massaged her heels and toes..

pressed in all the right places..

moved them further apart..

wide wide wide apart...

more silk was fastened around each ankle,

and stretched tight to either side..

she could smell her own scent now,

clearly,

even mixed in with the smoke from the fireplace,

(at least she hoped it was from the fireplace...)

the aroma of her wetness filled her nostrils,

and must surely be doing the same

for the nostrils of others...

maybe even for miles around..

She knew how wet she was by now..

knew how much the idea of helplessness excited her,

and being exposed to strangers,

and being taken, and tied,

and put on display

while blinded and open..

she knew that she was beginning to gush,

floating close to her own flames..

someone opened the big window,

and the damp wind blew into her face,

and across her open tits,

and under and between her lower lips..

she could hear the crashing of angry boiling surf,

way below..

and the sounds of the fireplace...

suddenly something rasped across her nipples..

something long and curly..

it must be a telephone cord..

the handset cord,

each spiral made new contact with her nipples,

each space let them snap back..

each twist sent a spasm into her belly

and fanned the flames higher..

she felt another cord,

moving up the inside of her thighs,

all the way up,

until it rested, front to back

against her lace covered lips...

slowly, agonizingly,

it began to saw back and forth,

to and fro,

picking up speed as it became lubricated

by her floods..

faster it moved,

digging inside her with each twist in the cord,

flicking inside of her,

and tripping against her clit,

over and over again...

then suddenly it was gone..

the other cord,

hard against her tits

and rustling her diamond nipples

seemed much more insistent now...

and she wondered what happened to the other cord..

she heard a whistling noise behind her..

heard it swishing faster and faster

someone was twirling it,

around and around...

winding it up,

in a long circle arc..

she heard the coils cut through the air

picking up more speed, faster and faster...

she moved her back into full arc,

thrusting and straining her tits

against the spirals that ruffled hard against her nipples...

she jammed her ass backwards

and upwards...

waiting for the swishing to end,

waiting to feel those fast coils against her cheeks

she had never liked pain..

but she had found that she did like the pleasure

that pain can bring..

liked the rush of the sting..

liked the heat of the slap..

liked the sounds and the sights...

she wished she could see

the cord whirling through the air

gaining power

creating energy...

energy to transfer to her ass,

and between her legs..

she wondered how much it would hurt,

how long the sting would last..

when it would find her..

she didn't wonder long.

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