Perceptions (14) My saviour released my feet, noting the indented rope marks on my ankles, taking his time. I began to get nervous. My wrists were still tied above my head and the killer was still in the room - and my rescuer didn’t seem to be at all alarmed. What the hell was he doing? ‘You stupid bastard!’ the man growled at Pete. ‘Go and run this girl a bath! Is it clean? The bath?’ Pete nodded. I stared in disbelief. ‘What are you doing? He’s a killer, for God’s sake! Get us out of here!’ Pete darted off. ‘I told you to take it easy. What’s he been telling you?’ A lump stuck in my throat. Didn’t he believe me? ‘He’s The Judge! He’s killed all those girls! He tried to rape me!’ The man frowned with such surprise that I thought I was the crazy one. ‘He lied.’ ‘He told me!’ Leaning across my body he started to unravel the ropes from the headboard. One arm was already free and it felt so numb I was thinking I would never be able to use it again. He set my other arm free and grabbed the wrist to bring it down across my chest. His eyes rested on my breasts for a second. ‘He’s not The Judge. He’s Pete Daly. Ordinary Pete Daly.’ He tugged at my arm to lever me onto my dead feet. ‘Can you walk?’ I didn’t have the strength to resist him. ‘He’s been holding me prisoner. You’ve got to call the Police!’ ‘Let’s get you cleaned up first, then we’ll see.’ ‘Please! Call the Police!’ I was so wobbly on my feet that he resorted to lifting me up. ‘I told, you, Lara. He lied.’ We headed out of the door. I was dumbstruck. ‘How do you know my name?’ ‘Pete told me.’ The bathroom was adjacent to the toilet. Pete stood outside the door. I began to struggle in the man’s arms as he took me within his range. ‘Sit still. I’ll drop you at this rate.’ ‘Keep him away from me!’ ‘It’s okay. He won’t do anything with me around.’ ‘Get me out of here - please! You’ve got to listen.’ ‘Pete, go downstairs before she breaks my arm. Go!’ There was no dissent. Pete departed rapidly. ‘Who are you?’ The man gently put me down inside the bathroom and barred the doorway with his body. Staggering to rest against the nearby basin, with fear gaining momentum, I looked at him, quietly fuming. He wasn’t rescuing me; he was aiding and abetting. ‘How do you know Pete? Who are you to him?’ ‘Get into the bath and I’ll explain it to you.’ ‘No. Tell me now or I’ll scream the house down.’ ‘I’ll let you bathe. I’ll come back when you’re done.’ Abruptly he left me alone in the steam-filled bathroom. A whimper escaped from me and I shook. My God, there were two of them! I knew I could no longer trust this man. I had to get out of here, but I was naked. They had me exactly where they wanted me. What was I going to do? I sat on the lip of the old bathtub and started to rub some life back into my legs. The rope marks were still visible and they hurt. Simultaneously my ears were listening out for intruders. My brain was turbulent with activity. Every inch of me hurt and I was scared on top of that. That bloody top! Jo was right. It was the root cause of all that had happened to me tonight. Tonight? I didn’t even know what day it was with any certainty let alone what the time was. How long had I been here? What did these men really want with me? Was Pete really The Judge, or was it all a giant hoax? After all, if they really meant to kill me would they offer me a bath first? I looked at all that hot water. It would be a shame to let it go to waste. I really needed to wash. It looked inviting. I spotted a sponge and bath gel on the side. Was this an act of a killer? I was torn. Weary, hurt, disoriented, could I just ignore this? The risk was a huge one. I swung one foot round and gingerly tested the water. It was bearable. I brought the other leg round, wincing with the act as I allowed myself to slip carefully into the steamy, wonderfully soothing water. Immersed, my troubles fell away. I almost blacked out in the bath. Coming round with a start, I raised my chin back above the surface, spluttering. Alert suddenly, I gazed about me with apprehension, comforted at once by my solitude. The door was closed and I was safe - but for how long? How was I going to get home unscathed? I needed my clothes; I wouldn’t get very far in the nude, and now I was wet. What the hell was I doing taking a bath with two strange, potentially evil men outside this bathroom, anyway? Unsettled but spurred on by my circumstances and random thoughts, I stood up in the bath and prepared to dry myself quickly, only to realise that there wasn’t a bath towel available. Shit! Shit, shit, shit! Like a fool I was about to cry out for help. My mouth was open, and then it struck me: perhaps the cupboard? I stepped out of the bath and looked towards the door. Lara, you moron! There’s a lock on this door! Turn it for fucks sake! I sprang forward and turned the catch as quietly as I could. Relaxing briefly, I searched the small wooden cupboards, getting lucky. There were towels in there, plenty of them. I snatched some and began to dry myself immediately with one. The biggest one I saved to wrap around my breasts and body. It hung easily below my knees. That accomplished, I turned my attention to the frosted window. Was there a way out? The metal latch turned with a squeal as I tried to open the window, and I turned to look worriedly over my shoulder. I waited a moment and, at the sound of silence, I continued. Darkness still pervaded and I already knew that the drop was into the garden, but was there perhaps a drainpipe or other handy foothold for me to use? The window was certainly big enough to accommodate me, unlike the one in the toilet, but now with this towel my only garb, would it be too dangerous to try it? The thought and the decision were wrenched from me. A timid knock on the door was followed by a question: ‘Are you all right in there, Lara?’ He tried the door and found it locked. ‘Open the door, Lara. Can you hear me?’ The voice was placid, pleading. It made no demand, but I was reluctant to move. ‘I’m drying myself.’ ‘Okay. Then open the door - I have your clothes.’ My eyes lit up. ‘I won’t be a minute.’ Even though I couldn’t trust him to deliver, I had no other choice. I couldn’t very well hold out in here forever. Swiftly, I closed the window. It had never really been an option, anyway. Pulling the bathplug, I went to the door and turned the catch, stepping back immediately for fear that he might ram open the door and smack me in the face with it. That would certainly seal my hopes of ending this misery. ‘It’s open,’ I announced. The door opened slowly. The man seemed almost surprised to see me standing there. ‘Ah. You found a bath towel. Good girl.’ He looked me up and down. ‘I have your clothes. Here - and your handbag. You might want to put on some make-up.’ He shrugged. ‘Then what?’ I took my belongings and hugged them. ‘Can I go home?’ ‘First we need to talk about tonight - then I’ll take you home. Okay with that?’ I wasn’t, but I nodded. ‘I’ll get dressed.’ ‘Right. Oh - Pete accidentally destroyed your underwear. I’m sorry.’ My jaw fell open. ‘How could he -?’ I checked myself. ‘Forget it. I’ll just get dressed.’ ‘Okay.’ He stepped backwards and closed the door. At once I dived into my bag to find my mobile phone. Urgency had a debilitating effect and it took me too long to locate it, but the moment I did, I pressed the tiny power button. Nothing happened. I tried again several times and I was getting angry and frustrated. Shit! Work, you bastard! They’ve done something to it! Mortified, feeling vulnerable, I took no chances and urgently locked the door again before doing anything else; and then I dumped the phone back in my bag. It was useless. Irritated and shaking, I regarded my clothes. At least I had something to wear. Speedily I dropped the towel to my feet before donning my skirt and the dangerous red top. Without a bra my breasts were more alluring than ever and my erect nipples couldn’t hide. Still, it was better than being naked. Only just. After hanging the towel over the edge of the bath, I rummaged through my handbag to find my petite emergency make-up kit. There was no mirror in the bathroom, to my surprise, but my handy vanity case was good enough. It was a patch-up job. I didn’t want to give them a last-minute hard-on, so all I intended to do was smarten up. I was still a woman. My hair was a mess so all I could do was find a hair band and tie it into a ponytail. I glanced down at my glaring cleavage one more time and winced. I even took an angular view through the vanity mirror. It was gaping. Pete’s mocking gesture and words returned to mind, yet there was nothing I could do; all I really wanted was to get home and try to forget any of this ever happened. Hopefully my friends would forgive me for dumping them; and Pete the shit had in no way been worth it. I wished to God they would let me go. If it meant not informing the Police then it was a small price I was willing to pay. What was the alternative? Were they going to keep me? Or kill me? God, they could. I still wasn’t entirely convinced of anything about Pete or his friend. With that in mind I prepared to exit my tiny, temporary sanctuary. The lion’s den awaited me. The man, whose name I didn’t know, was waiting in the hall on the landing, leaning against the wall, looking calm, at ease. ‘Let’s go downstairs. You’ll feel better.’ ‘I think so.’ My throat was tight, nerves at an edge. I followed him into the living room, where Pete was standing by the coffee table. He looked at me with a shamefaced expression. ‘I’ll get you a glass of water,’ the man said, and immediately headed to the kitchen. ‘Don’t bother. Let’s just…say what we have to say…and take me home.’ ‘It’s no bother. Really. Besides, you’re dehydrated. I would recommend you drink some.’ ‘All right. But don’t leave me alone with him.’ Glancing across at Pete, he said: ‘Go get Lara a glass of water.’ Pete nodded and responded like a puppy dog. To think that this two-legged shit could turn me on - what was wrong with me? ‘You look very…fetching in those clothes,’ the man said. ‘My jacket is over there,’ I pointed. ‘I want it, please. And my shoes.’ ‘Sure.’ He walked over with them and then stepped back. ‘I’m really sorry about what happened. Pete is too. He’s been an absolute idiot and he knows that.’ Pete returned with my glass of water as I was putting on my high heels. I motioned him to put it on the coffee table and step back. I drank the water in one swig. My thirst was greater than I’d realised. The man had been right. I was severely dehydrated. ‘Will you have another?’ he asked. ‘No. Thank you. Look, if you’re worried about the Police, don’t be. I’ll keep shut, take it as a horrible joke I would prefer to forget, and leave it at that. I just want to go home.’ The two of them looked at each other. ‘At least tell her you’re sorry, Pete, you arshole.’ Pete grimaced and tried to put on a smile for me. ‘I am really sorry, Lara,’ he said, speaking for the first time in a long while. ‘I didn’t want to hurt you. I got carried away - and please forget those things I said about being The Judge. Okay? I’m sorry.’ I pursed my lips, considering his request for forgiveness. Was it genuine? Did I care? ‘Is there anything else?’ I asked, daring to believe that this nightmare was finally over. Again the two men looked at each other. Who were they? Father and son? Lovers? ‘What’s the matter?’ the man asked me, frowning as I wobbled. ‘Your legs still numb?’ A strange feeling had suddenly come over me. My sight was becoming blurry and the house was moving, or was it me? My hand went to my head and instinctively I backed to the open door, lurching as I dropped my jacket and handbag and grasped the door handle instead. ‘Lara?’ ‘What’s happening?’ ‘Go get the stuff,’ the man said to Pete, ‘and set it in here. We can start right away… I think.’ ‘What? What are you -? The water - something was in the water!’ I turned but my sudden movement only added to my dizziness. Again I clutched the door, and then I felt his hands take my arms and helped guide me to the sofa. Falling into it, I looked up at him. The bastard, he was smiling. ‘Over there,’ he directed Pete, who was bringing in a box. ‘We can use that dinner table chair. Stand it there.’ He looked back at me, his head cocked to one side. ‘You’ll be okay, Lara. You’re going to help us with a shoot.’ My heart was running at breakneck speed. I wasn’t feeling sick, but I could barely hold up my head and my brain was dysfunctional. All I could do was listen to them talking, organising, preparing something. I couldn’t even feel afraid. What had they given me? ‘Okay, that’s it. We’re set,’ I heard the man say from behind the sofa. ‘Do you want her naked or as she is?’ Pete asked. ‘As she is for now. Help her over to me.’ Pete came to get me. His strength forced me onto my feet and as I swayed he guided me towards the back of the sofa. Just to the rear of it, the man sat on the isolated dinner chair, waving Pete to bring me and put me on his lap. ‘Wait,’ he instructed as I stood in front of his knees, and he slapped both his hands around my thighs to slide up my skirt all the way to my waist. ‘Okay, now sit her down on my lap.’ Wearing no knickers I could feel his bulge easily through his jeans and yet I could offer no resistance, not an angry word. In fact a small giggle escaped me. ‘You’re having fun, Lara? Good, I’m glad. Okay, Pete, take her wrists and tie them up. And tie her by the elbows too. It’ll bring the best out of your chest,’ he explained to me, as Pete got to work. In a few minutes he had me trussed up wonderfully. I couldn’t move my arms and the way my elbows were yanked together made me feel as if both my arms were one. ‘We should have taken off that bloody top,’ Pete said. ‘No, it’s okay. I’ll just rip it open. It’ll give it a good effect.’ With that, the man put his hands brazenly to my top and tore it apart with effortless ease. I shook like a rag doll, giggling again as the split was completed and the flaps hooked back over my naked shoulders. ‘That’s it. Perfect. Now, don’t you feel horny, Lara? You’re loving it, aren’t you?’ He flicked both my nipples to gain their erection. I nodded like a marionette in his strong grip, feeling ever so light-headed and joyful. ‘Okay, Lara, when Pete starts recording, arch your back and give me your tits. Moan a little; tease me, you know, like you’re having fun.’ ‘I am having fun,’ I said, unable to prevent myself from saying it. ‘Christ, how much of that stuff did you use, Pete?’ ‘Dunno, maybe a couple of grams.’ ‘Oh well, at least she’s co-operating.’ ‘I’ll start when you’re ready.’ ‘No direct face-shots of me. As normal, concentrate on the girl. Lara - arch your back. Pete - go.’ My head was swimming and tilted back; I paraded my breasts freely, jiggling them happily. The man pushed his face into them and I moaned with delight, catching my breath as he bit into each nipple in turn and played with them using his mouth. One of his hands curled around my back and his other started to mould and squeeze my breasts. In the meanwhile I was getting damp far below. This was an incredible turn-on. ‘Okay - cut. Nice, very nice.’ ‘She’s hot, very hot,’ Pete commented, amid my giggling. ‘She’s wetting my jeans,’ added the man. ‘Let’s move on with the shafting pictures while she’s juicy.’ Pete helped me up from the man’s lap and I laughed. ‘Weee - it’s like riding a horse!’ I cried, drawing my legs from the wide-open position. Both of them laughed with me and piloted me to the sofa. ‘Now, Lara, do you know what we’re going to do?’ ‘Will I like it?’ ‘Oh, yeah, you’re going to love it. I’m going to gag you and give you a seeing to from behind. Okay?’ ‘Okay.’ ‘She’s amazing,’ Pete observed. ‘What a tart!’ ‘I’m not a tart,’ I retorted, indignantly. ‘Okay, don’t start,’ interjected the man and pushed a balled white handkerchief into my mouth and tied it with a piece of cord. With my arms bound behind me in the same way as before, he stationed me over the arm of the sofa and shoved me forward, planting a hand on my naked backside as I keeled invitingly over onto my stomach. ‘Good. Now spread your legs. Wider. Lovely.’ I heard the zip of his jeans being pulled, and then a mighty thrust was exerted from my rear into my burning vagina, and I let out a groan of pure orgasmic joy. To add a measure of conflict to my performance, he gripped my hair and yanked back my head forcefully, almost breaking my neck. ‘Get this while she’s hot! Quick! Lara, pretend to struggle a little bit. Be afraid. Resist me.’ That was almost impossible to do given my position. I squealed as he rammed me several times, but not through pain. It was with honest pleasure. I came instantly and much too quickly. Much to my dismay it was over, and then they shepherded me upstairs to the bedroom while keeping me trussed up. ‘You’re doing very nicely, Lara,’ the man praised me. ‘Now, keep it horny. I’m going to untie you and take off all your clothes. You can keep your heels on. They’re always sexy.’ I moaned at first on hearing that, but the news of being stripped naked made my eyes light up. Pete hauled down my crumpled skirt to my ankles while the man administered to the ropes. I watched as my ruined red top and skirt were discarded onto the floor. For a moment I felt woozy and I nearly collapsed. One of them kept me from going over, and Pete steered me to the bed and told me to lie down on my back, where I was tied to the headboard, with the gag still firmly in place. ‘That’s it. Attach her ankles to the lower post and I’ll get stripped off as well.’ I raised my head to watch the man undress. It had to be him, because Pete would only cum in his pants before he could pull down his jeans. He’d already proved inadequate. It seemed his friend knew it as well. But the man was handsomely well endowed. His throbbing cock was stiff and ready for the deed; and I couldn’t wait. Joining me on the bed, he hung over my torso on all fours. ‘Now let’s have plenty of moans again. Show excitement. Ready? Action.’ His swollen member penetrated my soaked vagina all the way down to its throbbing tip and there was no need to play-act to show contentment. He fucked me for all he was worth, the strains expressed by crazed groans of his own. We climaxed together. His explosion caused mine deep inside me. That had never happened to me before. It was absolutely fantastic. As his friend fell on top of me, Pete enthused. ‘That’s going to look fucking great on the web! You know, even your own father’ll love it, Lara, if he’s man enough to search the Net. He’ll be proud of you!’ Pete’s voice carried in my head, but I was swooning and taking little notice of what he actually said. I was in Wonderland. The man lifted from the bed and I barely gave a care of what they did or spoke about as I gazed blissfully into the ceiling. My fanny was ablaze and particles of light were falling from heaven. Tingles of satisfaction were trapped throughout my body. I hadn’t had this much pleasure in years. Tugging at my bonds yielded yet another orgasm; it was incredible! I didn’t want it to end. The bedroom door closed and their voices ceased. I was alone, bound and obscenely happy.
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