Fallen Angel

by Darkscribe

  She had been waiting 10 minutes, and was getting more than a little impatient, when the familiar large dark car purred into the space next to hers. Her heart gave a jolt and her breathing quickened when he stepped from his car and walked around to hers.

  She got out of her car to meet him.

  “Hello my little Angel,” he smiled. “Thank you for being here.”

  “It is my pleasure my Lord,” she mumbled, “what can I do for you?”

  He looked at her closely:

  “Am I keeping you from something?” he asked, his voice taking on that edge that made her legs tremble.

  “Not at all my Lord,” she added hurriedly, “but I have a lot of preparation for tomorrow, and I want it to be perfect for you!”

  He looked at her and shook his head.

  “My lovely Angel, you seem not to learn the most basic of rules. Turn around.”

  His voice had become quieter, and she knew she had done something wrong. She turned her back to him slowly and waited. She heard his boot unlock, then close, and his footsteps return to her side. He stooped next to her, and placed a folded blanket on the floor, then straightened and gently took each wrist and secured them with cuffs behind her in the small of her back.

  “Kneel!”

  He held her shoulders as she lowered herself to her knees on the blanket, and she looked up at him questioningly. He gave a flicker of a smile, then produced a blindfold and she could see nothing at all. DL looked around him. He noted that the area was quite well screened, and that the security cameras were facing away into the car park. Coupled with the fact they were at the front of the cars meant they should not been seen by anyone passing, and the day was drawing in and would be dark soon. He crouched so that his mouth was near Nicole’s ear.

  “You were doing so well my pretty little slut, then spoilt it by going off on a tangent. You exist for my pleasure and my pleasure only. All else is immaterial and of no interest to me. I had been thinking about you most of the day, and wished to simply see you, but I think I shall take some pleasure while I am here now.”

  He pressed her shoulders down so that she sat on her ankles, and then quickly secured her wrists to them with another double cuff. Nicole turned her head towards him.

  “I’m sorry My Lord; I didn’t wish to offend but tomorrow is a big da…”

  The slap to her cheek nearly knocked her over, and shocked her into silence.

  “I shall be back later, don’t go away!”

  With that, she heard him walk away, the engine of his car start, and the unmistakable sound of it pulling out of the bay and disappearing into the distance. She knelt there stunned.

  “He’s left me here!!” she said to herself in panic. “The bastard left me here!!!”

  She tried to move, but became scared she would fall on her side; if she did no-one would see her and be able to help her out of this situation.

  This situation! She could imagine the look on a passer-bye’s face when they saw her; manacled women are not the usual thing to see on a weekday in a supermarket car park!

  “Please DL,” she whispered, “please come back soon… don’t leave me here like this…”

  *

  Nicole had been lost in thought when she became aware of the sound of a car approaching. It became louder and she could tell it was pulling into the space next to her own. She heard the doors open and close, so lifted her head.

  “Hello?” she called. “Could someone help me please, I seem to be in a predicament!”

  Footsteps approached her, and she thought she could make out the sound of high heels.

  “Thank god!” she thought, “women…”

  The footsteps stopped directly in front of her, and she tilted her head to see if she could make them out under the bottom of the blindfold. No luck. She laughed, embarrassed:

  “Eeeeerrrm… I would be really grateful if you would help me get my wrists free, I’m kinda stuck…” she gave a sheepish smile. “It’s my boyfriend, he did this to wind me up and I feel a little foolish stuck here…” she shrugged, and waited for a reply.

  And waited.

  She could hear breathing, quite shallow fast breathing, as though the person had been running… or was it something else?

  “Look, if you just undo my wrists I can be on my way…”

  She waited again for an answer.

  Nothing.

  She knew someone was there because she could just make out the shape of them silhouetted against the light, but they did not talk. Footsteps clicked closer.

  “My… you really ARE in a predicament!” said a soft voice, and a hand stroked across her hair. The voice was filled with… what was it… tension… she couldn’t be sure. Another set of footsteps clicked forward. There was a brief period of whispering, and soft fingers brushed across her cheek.

  “Its not very often you see something like this!” said another woman’s voice, this one sounding quite young, “What do you think we should do?”

  “Lets see what happens…” said the first voice, and a small hand slid inside Nicole’s’ top and cupped her breast through her bra.

  “Hey!!!” she squealed, “Stop that! Please just undo my wrists I’ve been here for ages!!”

  She was enveloped in the smell of perfume, and soft lips tickled her right ear

  “Shhhhhhh… keep still…”

  The voice was almost cracking, and Nicole realised that the owner of the voice was VERY excited.

  “Please just let me go!!” she tried to sound authoritarian, but failed when she was kissed suddenly full on the lips, and she could feel the lipstick on the other mouth, as a tongue was slid between her lips. At the same time a hand moved up under her skirt and pressed directly over her clit, rubbing her through her panties. She jumped and turned her head to the side, breaking the kiss…

  “No… just let me go… please… I won’t say anything… I just want to go home…”

  She could hear that her own voice sounded very scared and small. Another hand joined the first under her skirt, this one using deft fingers to push her panties aside and slip a finger into her; she could feel long manicured nails holding her pussy lips apart. She moaned involuntarily, which brought two soft chuckles from the women touching her.

  “She likes that!” said the second voice, “Let’s see what else she’s got?”

  Her top, then bra, were lifted around her neck. Fingers squeezed and pulled at her nipples, which were hard and swollen, and then another lipstick covered mouth took first the right, then the left nipple between slippery lips, and sucked on them. She moaned again, the sensation of being expertly fingered, and having her ultra-sensitive nipples played with was making her squirm.

  “Keep fingering her, but not too much, I don’t want her to come just yet,” the first voice croaked, “I want her to do something for ME first!”

  Nicole heard the rustling of clothing, and hands tilted her chin back and up. Something soft… and damp… was pressed against her mouth. She knew from the smell exactly what was going on, the first woman was astride her face, rubbing her pussy on her lips! She turned her face sharply away.

  “No… Please… don’t do this… please just let me go…”

  The fingers between her legs had found her clit, and were doing terrible but gorgeous things to it, and her hips moved with a twitch. She groaned, and hands turned her face back, held her a little more firmly, and the pussy lips of the woman slid over her face again, damper now… positively dripping.

  “Ooohhh… Christ… that feels fucking wonderful…” said the first woman.

  “You be a good girl, lick me…”

  Those words were Nicole’s undoing. “Good girl” was what HE called her when he was pleased with her because she had responded the right way for him, and they had become a trigger for her. Those two words reacted on her clit like nothing else ever would, and she rocked her pelvis against the hand rubbing her, and slipped her tongue into the woman over her face. The woman above her shud
dered, and pressed herself harder onto her mouth. The woman started to grunt, and her legs buckled a little as she gave a stifled wail, and came over Nicole’s face below her who was lapping at her hard. The woman tottered back, panting hard.

  “Jesus fucking Christ, I have so wanted to do that!” she breathed “You have a go…”

  Nicole moaned when the fingers were withdrawn from her, wanting them to continue their work. She was very close herself, her juices were dripping down her inner thighs. Her head was held again, and a different, somewhat smaller pussy was gently lowered onto her mouth. She heard a sharp intake of breath when her tongue easily found the hard bud of the woman’s clit, and started to lash it from side to side.

  The second woman started to moan softly, her hips rocking on her face, and after only a few seconds the woman came, her trembling thighs dropping her onto Nicole’s face.

  “Oh my god I’ve never felt anything like that before!” said the second woman, “That was SO naughty!!” she giggled nervously.

  Nicole licked her lips, her pussy on fire.

  “For god’s sake finish me off… please make me come… please…”

  There was a brief laugh from the first woman, and fingers found her clit and ground it against her pubic bone. Nicole came immediately, her head thrown back as she rocked against the fingers.

  She fell to one side and lay half on the blanket, half on the grass as she shuddered in the aftermath. She listened as the women whispered to each other, and there was more rustling of clothing. One of them, the second she thought, came close to her cheek.

  “Thank you” she said, and kissed her gently.

  Heels clicked, doors closed, and the car reversed away and moved off.

  She had lain there for some time when the unmistakable big engine stopped nearby. She heard him approach.

  “My poor little Angel, what HAVE they done to you?” He picked her up easily, and carried her to his car.

  “This is getting to be a habit!” she thought… the man settled into his seat and the car moved off. “Why did you leave me like that My Lord, anything could have happened!”

  He chuckled.

  “No it couldn’t my love, that site belongs to a friend of mine so I was nearby all the time, and security was keeping an eye on you…”

  Her mind raced.

  “Security? You mean with the cameras?”

  He laughed again….

  “Yes little Angel… and I have just collected the film, so when we get back to your home we can sit and watch a VERY interesting movie…”

  The playground can be a painful place to learn…

  To earn a little extra pocket-money Nicole cut hair. As a fully qualified stylist, she had soon built up quite a healthy client bank, those clients enjoying the informality of her style and the fact that she often traded a cut for something she needed. Today she looked at her calendar and sighed inwardly to herself, when she saw the name pencilled in for a cut and colour. Her babysitter was only young, and had caused her concern with her puppy-like adoration and copy-cat way of dressing, and today she was going to have her hair styled just like hers! She checked the time, saw she had ten minutes to spare and started to make a coffee. The doorbell sounded, and heading down the hallway, she could make out the unmistakable figure of the babysitter through the glass.

  “Bloody typical,” she muttered under her breath “she would have to be early!”

  Michelle bounced in through the open doorway, and the woman groaned inwardly when she saw the girl was wearing a skirt and top she had mistakenly given her after much wheedling and begging.

  “Hiya Nics,” she said breathlessly, “I’m all ready for my new look!”

  Nicole forced a smile.

  “Head up to the bedroom, you know the way, and get yourself set in front of the dressing table. I’ll be up in a minute once I’ve fetched my coffee.”

  Michelle bounded up the stairs with that heavy step typical of teenagers, and Nicole returned to the kitchen to fetch her cup. Taking a deep breath she followed upstairs and began the process of creating a clone of herself.

  She was about an hour into the work, the colours had gone on, the style had been set, and all that remained was a short wait before the final rinse and finish. Michelle had kept her entertained with the gossip on who was going out with who, tales of drunken nights out (Nicole had at first been shocked by some of the stories, then her memory had reminded her that she had pulled quite a few stunts at the same age, so she kept quiet) and the usual tittle-tattle that made up the girls life.

  “Right,” she said, “while we have a bit of time I’m going to make another coffee. You sit here and I’ll be back in about five minutes, ok?”

  “No problem,” said Michelle, “don’t forget I take two sugars!”

  With a pretend swat at Michelle’s head, Nicole headed downstairs. She had decided to sneak a cigarette in while she made the coffee, so stepped out through the back door for a well-earned smoke.

  Michelle’s voice broke through her drifting thoughts, and she poked her head through the door to hear her better.

  “This is new!” the girl shouted.

  “What’s new?”

  Puzzled, Nicole extinguished the cigarette and stepped back into the kitchen.

  “This old chest!” Michelle explained, “I haven’t seen this before!”

  Nicole’s heart missed a beat.

  “Oh… it’s nothing” she said, but was already heading for the stairs.

  “What’s in it?” the girl called, “it’s a strange thing to have in the bedroom!”

  “Nothing!!” Nicole shouted, taking the stairs two at a time. She was praying the lock was on the chest as she made the landing and strode into the bedroom. Her heart sank when the girl, wide-eyed, straightened up and turned to her, two wrist restraints in her hand.

  “Bloody hell Nics, what are THESE?”

  She had stood looking at the girl for about three seconds, then stepped across and took the cuffs from her.

  “Oh…” she said quickly, “just souvenirs from my past.”

  Michelle smiled, and bent back down to the chest. She lifted out a leather collar.

  “And who is Angel?” she asked, reading the nameplate, “is that you?”

  Nicole laughed nervously

  “Don’t you worry your head about it ’Chelle, it’s not important”

  The girl giggled, bent again, and started to rummage through the contents of the chest, some of the items making her gasp as she waved them in Nicole’s face. First the flogger, then the paddle with the embossed “SLUT” on its face, then various cuffs, restraints and gags formed a pile on the floor, finally topped off with a heavy chain lead. Michelle looked up at her with shining eyes. “You have GOT to tell me all about these!!”

  *

  While finishing Michelle’s hair Nicole tried her best to explain away the contents of the chest. The girl did not make it easy, asking awkward questions while prodding various objects with her foot to indicate which thing she wanted to know about.

  “So these are all yours, and you used to use them as part of a game?” the girl looked at her in the mirror with a smile.

  “You could say that.” Nicole avoided her gaze. “There, finished! What do you think?”

  Michelle moved her head, watching the effect the new style and colour had when her hair swished over her shoulders.

  “It’s lovely Nics, thank you so much!”

  She stood, gave her a hug, then stooped and picked up two ankle cuffs and crossed to the bed where she sat on the edge.

  “Show me what you do with these!” she said with a mischievous grin.

  “Let’s just put them back and I’ll tell you more downstairs.” Nicole moved forward with her hand outstretched.

  “Awwww” the girl pouted, “come on Nicsy please show me, you know I’ll keep pestering you till you do!”

  She held tightly onto the cuffs and gave her best simpering face. With a loud sigh Nicole knelt in
front of her.

  “These go on your ankles like… this,” she clicked them into place.

  “And what are those other bits on the side for?” the girl asked rattling them in her face.

  “Other cuffs can be attached to the…”

  She knew she had said the wrong thing when the girl jumped up, crossed to the pile and pulled out two more cuffs. She looked closely at the fixings then returned to the bed.

  “So these bits go in here?” she said, as she clicked one onto first her right, then the left ankle. “So what goes into the other bit?”

  Nicole hesitated.

  “Your wrists.”

  “Oh my God!!” the girl laughed, and proceeded to attach her right wrist to her right ankle.

  “Do the other one for me; I want to feel what it’s like!” The girl placed her left wrist down by her left ankle, and looked at her expectantly. With another big sigh Nicole fastened the cuff.

  The sound of the bedroom door closing made her whip her head round quickly.

  “And just WHAT is going on here?” said DL, his eyes flashing anger.

  Before she could rise from her knees DL moved across the room and slapped her right cheek hard, knocking her sideways and onto the floor. He looked down at the startled face of the girl, and placing his hand on her forehead he pushed her backwards onto the bed where she rolled onto her side, knees drawn up to her chest. Nicole sat up with her hand pressed against her face, tears filling her eyes and her lower lip trembling.

  “I’m sorry my Lord, I was just showing Michelle how the cuffs worked because she…”