by Powerone
He untied her wrists from the cuffs, but he left immediately. It would take a while for her to get her legs loose. He’d grabbed her shorts but only to put the paper in her pocket when she wasn’t looking.
He was gone, and she was left naked and partially bound in the building. It took a while to get out of the straps on her ankles, and she was thankful to put her legs together once again. She dressed quickly, and she couldn’t help but feel the wetness between her legs. Her panties would be soaked by the time she got home.
By the time she got home, she’d thought about what she should do. She was bound and sexually attacked, yet there was something more to it than that. He never fucked her although he had had the opportunity and the desire to do it. One man had captured her, but he never touched her. It was as though this was preplanned. What was its purpose? If I called the police, I’d have to either lie to them about what happened or admit that he made me cum. Once I start lying, I’d be afraid that I’d never be able to keep the lies and truth separate. If I told the truth, how could I say that I was forced if I came by him?
Chapter 4
Hidden Passage
She took a shower and that was her decision. The shower destroyed any evidence of what had happened. She didn’t know what the deciding factor was, but there were too many unanswered questions and mysteries in this strange new town and her mother’s past.
She felt good after the shower. There were some marks on her wrists and ankles, but nothing that wouldn’t disappear in a day or so. She put on a skirt and pullover. She wanted to look respectable when she went to buy some clothes. The hamper in the bathroom was empty, so she could use it for her dirty clothes. She checked the pockets of her shorts before she threw them in the hamper. That is when she found the piece of paper. It was printed with a few simple words. Check for the book, Justine, in the study. It was strange. How did it get there? She was positive it wasn’t there when she put them on, so it had to be one of the two strangers that bound her. Obviously, they knew more about her than she suspected.
She hadn’t looked carefully at any of the books, but this got her interest. She went downstairs to Sabrina’s office. It took only a few minutes to find the book. It was old, the binding torn from age, but when she tried to pull it out carefully, something happened. It was as if it was glued to the bookshelf. She struggled to pull on it, and finally, the top of it began to pull out, but the bottom stayed put.
“CCREEAKKK!”
The sudden movement and noise made her jump, especially after the surprises she had heaped upon her so far that day. The paneled wall to the right of the bookcase began to open. It creaked in fits and starts, but finally, it was at a right angle to the wall. Inside it was dark. She didn’t know if she should go in or not after what happened so far. Is someone waiting for me inside? Sabrina had a secret, and someone wanted her to know what it was. Justine wanted to know, also. She reached inside the doorway and found it. She flicked the light switch, and the room lit up, but it wasn’t what she expected. The lights were strange, shaped like torches that lined the walls, but the flames that flickered were electric. That should’ve given her a hint on the rest of the room, but Justine was naïve. It was nothing she expected. It looked just like a dungeon, down to the stone floor and the devices that littered the floor. She didn’t have to know much about dungeons to know what a pillory looked like. Two of them in the room, one stood upright and the other forced a body to almost lie on it. All had holes for the limbs and leather straps waited to bind them tight.
Chains hung down from the ceiling, just like the ones in the building outside. All had leather or steel manacles dangling from the ends. One wall was organized with pegs, and each peg held a whip, paddle or some other instrument that had only one purpose—to cause pain. There was what looked like a large sawhorse, but it was bolted to the floor. The sides of it rose up and met in the center where a board loomed high, but it wasn’t flat. It was sharpened to a point. The sides and front of the horse had leather cuffs. It took her a minute to understand its purpose. A body, preferably female would ride the horse, split up the middle by the pointed plank. Bound, the slightest movement would be excruciating.
There was a large cross, shaped in an X that was parallel to the ground. It was bolted to the floor and there were straps in the front and back to secure a body to it. Face up or down, the body would be spread wide and left defenseless.
There were other steel or wood frames that Justine couldn’t fathom. All were littered with leather straps. On a table were other instruments, a combination of pain and pleasure devices. She easily recognized vibrators and dildos, but these were exotic in shape and texture. Some were thin with bulbous heads at the end, others were thick and had ridges or nodules, not sure if they were soft or harsh. She’d seen nipple clamps before but never felt them. There were many different types, and they all looked painful. There were leather gloves, but many of them were strange, the inside palms littered with tacks or studs that pushed out to sharp points. There was an electrical machine with gauges, buttons and rods that were connected by wires. Justine knew that those would be painful if administered on the delicate parts of the body.
Justine couldn’t fathom what Sabrina was in to or that her mother might have had the same inclinations. She found a fascination in being bound by a stranger and forced to cum under his hand. Could what my mother and Sabrina had been hereditary? Did I have dark, deep-seated desires that I know nothing about? Could it be the same thing that drew them together that shoved them apart?
Justine knew that she hadn’t heard from the stranger for the last time. It was only the beginning, but she wasn’t sure what it was the beginning of. But, this was a good place to start. Everything she saw scared her but also intrigued her. She’d read the history books about the past where these types of things went on, but the people were unwilling participants. Could there be people that willingly subjected themselves to such things? Was it possible to find pleasure in the pain of submission?
Justine began to investigate what was in the room. Her eyes were drawn immediately to the sawhorse. She was afraid of the pillories and getting stuck in them, and some of the others required that she be bound to them. The sawhorse had straps to bind someone to it, but she knew the difficult part was getting on it and staying still. She ran her fingers along the edge. It was sharp, not sharp enough to cut flesh, but would be extremely uncomfortable if not excruciatingly painful. She took her skirt off. Her thong hugged her mound and left her ass naked. She ran her hand over the edge one last time before she straddled it.
On her toes, her crotch was poised over it, but she knew that her toes would cramp soon enough. The sides of the horse didn’t bow out very far, but it still left her legs spread wide enough. She took a deep breath and then slowly lowered her body down. Her toes got relief, but it was short-lived when she felt the hard, imposing wooden peak touch her crotch. As soon as her weight began to settle on the edge, the horse came alive. She hadn’t expected that. Her weight seemed to have triggered something in the horse. The sides of the horse that bowed out began to push out wider. Common sense should’ve told her to get off, but she didn’t. As the sides bowed out wider, it forced her legs to spread, and that drew her weight down on the edge. It was a never-ending cycle that continued. Her legs spread wider to make her crotch ache, but it was nothing compared to the feeling of the wooden ridge that pushed hard into the soft folds of her pussy. It was as if the horse had a mind of its own. The ridge pushed back her pussy lips with such precision so it could find soft, inner flesh. Her thong did little to cushion it. As her legs spread wider, her toes could no longer touch the ground. All of her weight was centered on the ridge that split her pussy up the middle. All of her attention was drawn between her legs.
Then something else happened. The back end of the horse began to rise up. It was as if it anticipated everything she did. Her body began to slide forward, and her ass began to rise up. With her legs spreading wider, her cheeks parted and
her pussy opened up. The ridge pushed harder into her pussy until it felt as though it bruised her when it pushed roughly into her pelvic bone. Her body began to lie forward, and she had no choice but to stretch her arms out in front of her. She reached and she found them. Her hands grabbed the straps and held them tight, as if she were bound in them. It was disconcerting as her body was pulled forward as her ass rose up higher.
It didn’t take long before she felt it, but she should’ve realized it sooner. Her clit was crushed beneath the weight of her body and the angle she was positioned in. It hurt, but it was a strange hurt. The ridge was tight between her lips all the way to her clit. It was wedged in so tight that her lips were pulled back so the ridge could attack all of the soft folds of her inner lips. She had tremors in her anus. It was spread wide, as if it opened up for something to enter her. She pushed her feet back until she could touch the straps that were there. Her thighs tightened and gripped the sides of the horse as if she didn’t want it to let it go.
She knew what she had to do. Her crotch was on fire, and the inanimate horse had her posed lewdly with her anal orifice exposed and open. It was like the stranger that controlled her body. She could’ve got off anytime she wanted, but there would only one way for her now. She’d have to ride the horse and cum, leaving behind her wetness in tribute. She began to hump the ridge. It rubbed up and down her slit, but all Justine could think about was that she should’ve taken her thong off so that her she could feel the ridge on her naked flesh. She struggled to ride the ridge. Her clit was crushed and rubbed harshly, but she felt her thong get soaked. How could I get pleasure in this?
She was sweating as she struggled to ride the horse to her climax. It took all of her strength. She didn’t understand how the pain and the pleasure began to mix until she couldn’t tell the difference. She was sure that her clit was bruised, but somehow, the pleasure began to build in her body. She pushed back with her ass and made her anus open wider. Her hips were frenzied as she rubbed on the hard, demanding ridge. It sliced up her pussy like a knife, but it was pure pleasure that raced through her body as she surrendered. The horse had taken her, and now, she was getting her reward.
She came like nothing before. It hurt all the way deep into her body, but at the same time, she felt the pleasure explode in her body. She could feel the wetness soak her thong as it rubbed on the harsh wood to stain it with her juices. She humped and cried out as the orgasm raced through her body. She rode the ridge until her body was exhausted. Her breathing was ragged as she struggled to fill her lungs.
She could barely climb off the horse. As she did, the sides of it pushed in and the back went back down toward the floor until the front and back was level once again. She saw the stains on the wood of her shameful pleasure. She was sure her pussy would hurt the next day, but for now, she relished the afterglow she felt. How could I cum like this twice in one day?
She put her skirt on and left the room. She pushed the book back in, and the door closed to hide its secrets. Justine knew that she’d be back soon to investigate it more. The horse had taught her a valuable lesson about herself and revealed more of what her aunt was like or maybe her mother, too.
She changed her thong to go out. It was too wet. She put the address for Madam Tourseau in the navigation system. As soon as she passed the guard shack, the woman’s voice rang out in the car. “Take a right in one hundred feet, eighty, sixty, forty, twenty, now.”
There wasn’t a sign or anything to designate the street, although it was a well-paved street. It turned to the right and ended in front of a modern building. There was a small gold plaque with her name on it. Obviously, Madam Tourseau never read anything about advertising or she was just that good that people sought her out. Justine suspected the latter.
The inside of the store was large and well furnished with chairs, an expresso machine and a wine bar.
“Welcome, Ms. Richter. I’ve been expecting you, and from your attire, it’s about time.”
“Madam Tourseau. I’ve heard good things about you.” Justine didn’t think she dressed that bad, but in this neighborhood, maybe she was correct.
“Of course you did, dear. Let’s start with lingerie. Go into the dressing room and take off all your clothes. I’ll bring you some things to try on.”
Justine never bought clothes like this before, but Madam Tourseau came highly recommended and Justine could afford the level of service she provided. She began to enjoy being pampered and have anything and everything she wanted. Justine took off her clothes and waited. The curtain opened, startling her for a second, but Madam Tourseau had her hands filled with lingerie.
“There are five different sets. Put each one on and come out and let me see how they fit.” She walked out without waiting for an answer.
Not even Victoria’s Secret’s lingerie was as nice as these. The material was so soft and fragile. The first set was a French bikini bottom with a matching bra, but it was so thin that her nipples pushed the front out blatantly. It had deep cleavage. She didn’t know how Madam Tourseau did it, but it fit her perfectly. It didn’t feel like material but a second skin. She walked out, and then, she was startled when she saw him next to Madam Tourseau. He sat in an armchair with a glass of wine beside him. He was a distinguished gentleman with graying hair, about fifty or so, fine build and big blue eyes. He had a smile on his face as he saw her, and those big blue eyes stared at her. Then, she realized that she was half naked.
Madam Tourseau caught her as she tried to turn around and go back in, a pink blush on her body. She didn’t expect that from her. With a body like she had, there should be no shyness about openly displaying it to any man. “Don’t leave, Ms. Richter. This is Mr. Hill. He lives near you. His wife is coming in for clothes, and he’s arrived a bit early. He volunteered to give his opinion on your selections. He has very good taste, and he’s discreet.”
She stood there in the lingerie, and she felt so naked.
“That looks lovely on her. Such a magnificent body, but I must say that she shouldn’t have that bra. I suspect that her breasts have no need for support, and it’s a sin to cover them up needlessly.”
Madam Tourseau unhooked the bra with ease and pushed it down Justine’s arms. He expected her to resist, but the bra fell to the ground and her arms stayed at her sides, although her hands were clenched in fists.
His cock rose to the occasion when he saw her firm breasts stand up so majestically. Her areolas were a light brown, but she had big pink nipples which hardened with little stimulus. “Yes, Ms. Richter, no bra for you until gravity begins to work against you. There is nothing more beautiful than the gentle sway of unencumbered breasts beneath your clothing.”
She didn’t know why she couldn’t move as she stood before a strange man in just tight-fitting panties. He admired her as he sat there sipping a glass of wine as if it was the most normal thing to do.
“Turn around and let me see how the panties fit in the back, Ms. Richter.” He wasn’t surprised when she did it. That was a good sign.
At least with her back to him she didn’t have to look at his face, but then, he said it.
“Bend over so I can see how they look when they pull over your buttocks.”
It was obscene and depraved, but she did it. She bent over, and her panties pulled tightly over her ass. She kept her thighs together, but it felt like he could see her pussy from behind. She waited.
“She has a very lovely backside, like her breasts her buttocks are firm and full. A thong would look lovely, but sometimes less revealing is sexier. Would you clench and unclench your buttocks for me, Ms. Richter?” Mr. Hill waited for her response.
She couldn’t believe that she did it, but her buttocks clenched tight, and then, she released them. She felt a wetness in her pussy as her pussy muscles also clenched tightly as if she sought out a lover’s cock inside her. How could I do such a thing? I came twice today, and yet, I’m wet once again. It is as if my sexual appetite is insatiable.
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sp; “Try on each of the others, Ms. Richter.”
Justine raced back to the safety of the dressing room, but she didn’t pause, taking off the French panties and putting on the next pair without the bra. She took a deep breath as she walked out. This time, she felt the shameful way her naked breasts undulated as if she teased Mr. Hill with her half-naked body. This pair of panties was very low cut, and as she bent over once again by Mr. Hill’s request, she was sure the top of her crack was revealed.
The next pair of panties was almost transparent, and as she bent over, she heard a new request.
“Spread your legs apart, Ms. Richter. It bunches the panties when your legs are clenched so tight.”
Everything was on display when she did that, including the fact there was probably a wet spot on the panties that he could see. She couldn’t help it. She posed provocatively for him, and she obeyed his every instruction, no matter how exposed she was. She didn’t know why she did it.
The last pair was cheeky panties that left both of her buttocks exposed, but at least it wasn’t as exposed as a thong. When she bent over for him, she could feel the panties push between her crack and rub on her anus with a strange tremor.
“Spread your legs wider and bend over deeper. Grab your ankles with your hands,” Mr. Hill ordered her.
It felt like the panties pulled from her body when she got into that pose. The blood rushed to her head as her hair hung down. Her legs were spread wider, and she was positive that her pussy peeked out from behind, but she held the pose until he told her otherwise.
“Come over here, Ms. Richter. It looks like that pair of panties bunched up.” Mr. Hill sat forward in the chair as she turned around and walked over to him. She stood before him, half naked. “Spread your legs wider, Ms. Richter.”