Hide

You're overcome by fear, terrified to grope down the dark hallway trying doors. For a moment you freeze, then quietly shut the door and creep behind a couch to hide. You have no plan, you're terrified and naked in the dark, but at least you are out the hands of Simmons and Richards. A part of your mind says that they weren't so bad, they were going to fuck you but they weren't going to really hurt you, and you'd really like to get fucked good and hard, controlled and taken and used by powerful men, and.....what are you thinking Lisa? Why are you being such a slut? You silently scold yourself, ashamed of your thoughts, and ashamed at the wet warmth you feel growing in your pussy.

You lose track of time as your crouch in the dark, waiting for something to happen, waiting to gather your courage. You don't know whether minutes or hours have passed. Suddenly however, something has changed. You haven't heard or felt anything, but somehow you know that you are no longer alone in the room.

You bite your lips to keep from screaming and crouch lower, your senses straining. You think you hear a soft movement, but that could be your mind playing tricks on you. You're trembling, terrified of being found, of being grabbed, of strong masculine hands holding you helpless in their grasp, of thick hard cocks penetrating you, filling you with hot meat and.....where are these slutty thoughts coming from? Get hold of yourself girl, you scold yourself again, and take your hand away from your wet pussy.

You definitely hear movement this time, you're sure of it, a footstep, a footstep close to you. You're trembling again, fear and an unwelcome arousal sending shivers through your body. Part of you wants to surrender, reveal yourself, take whatever is coming to you, accept the cocks plunging into your holes, thrusting, filling you, pulsing and throbbing and.....get hold of yourself Lisa!

There! That was definitely a footstep. Someone is very near to you. You crouch on all fours, frozen, panic building in you. There is a soft noise as fabric move and adjusts, and the couch you're hiding behind moves slightly. Someone is sitting down in it. Maybe they won't notice you, you think. They surely can't see you in this darkness, maybe they will just sit a while and leave.

Maybe.... You almost shriek when a hand touches your back. Whoever is on the couch has draped their hand over the back and fingers rest against the small of your back just above your ass. They don't move. Maybe whoever is touching you doesn't realize what they're touching. Maybe if you stay very still and don't make a sound nothing will happen.

The fingers start to move. Tracing slowly up your spine, then down. Pausing as they reach the swell of your ass, then slowly sliding down the crack, one finger slipping between your wet folds a thumb pressing against your tight ass. You're frozen in terror, expecting the owner of the fingers to cry out that they've found you. Whoever they are they make no sound, but probe two fingers into your treacherously wet pussy, the thumb slowly pushing your rosebud open, invading you. It feels so wicked and dangerous and sinful and oh so very, very good, and you want nothing more than the fingers to impale you, to rub you to prepare you for thick brutal cocks to fuck you senseless...Oh God Lisa stop thinking like this, you mentally scold yourself. Your body ignores you, your pussy flowering, opening to the strong skilled fingers exploring you, your ass opening to welcome the thumb that impales it.

You're pushing back against the pleasuring hand, wanting it, wanting it to make you come, to make you do anything it wants. You feel like all of your being is centered in your pussy and ass, all that matters is the slutty pleasure you're taking from that wonderful hand. You're biting your lip trying to stifle your little moans of pleasure. The warmth in your pussy grows, turning to heat, turning to a burning flame, turning into blazing supernova of orgasm that has you driving back against the hand and you bite down on your lips to suppress the scream you want to emit. The hand strokes and caresses you through your spasms feeling them finally subside before it withdraws from you. The hand strokes your cheeks gently and pats your ass fondly before the touch leaves you. You feel the person stand up from the couch.