The walk to the meeting place

The countryside was dead silent in the night. Much to Valerie's chagrin, Anya had done an excellent job in securely tying the blindfold. The soft silk was pressed firmly against her eyes, blocking out all light. Her entire world was reduced to darkness and sensation.

Her former mentor also made her take off her boots. "From here on out, you can't wear any of your old clothes or equipment," she stated as a matter of fact. Valerie might have protested a long time ago, but there was nothing to argue in that moment - she didn't own anything anyway. Despite her best attempts, she had become more and more used to the idea of not having control over her own clothing.

With Valerie now naked as the day she was born, Anya began carefully leading Valerie along a grassy path. Valerie followed her mutely, acutely aware of the cool breeze dancing across her exposed body. The deprivation of her sight had the effect of heightening her other senses. Every inch of her skin felt hyper-sensitive. The grass beneath her feet was damp with moisture, squishing between her toes.

From time to time, Anya would stop Valerie to make sure she didn't step on a jagged stone or a twisted root with her bare feet. She would gently guide the blinded Valerie around the danger with a gentle tough. The way she whispered in Valerie's ear felt sensual. One time, her lips brushed against Valerie's ear and she felt goosebumps forming all over her skin.

Valerie wondered if anyone else was watching her walk in this helpless state. She was an erotic spectacle, but without an audience. Well, maybe not entirely without an audience.

Was Anya watching? Valerie knew the way her perky breasts must be swaying with each unsteady step, and she had felt her shapely ass jiggle on uneven ground. If Anya wanted, she could use Valerie for whatever she wanted in her current state. The worst part was, she didn't even know if she could put up a facade of resistance.

Valerie's inner thighs accidentally brushed together in that moment, making her aware of the wetness between her legs. She shuddered, and a wave of arousal shot through her body.

"Are you okay?" asked Anya, noticing that Valerie had stopped.

"I'm...I'm fine," Valerie replied, her breathing suddenly quite heavy. Was it her imagination, or had she detected the faintest bit of amusement in Anya's voice? Had she noticed what had just happened?

The pair of beauties continued walking. After a while, Valerie felt the ground beneath her feet change from soft country grass to cold concrete. The wind subsided, though the chill remained. She realized Anya must have led her inside some kind of building, or structure.

"We're at the rendezvous point," said Anya. "He should be here soon."

Valerie felt a sudden surge of panic in her veins. She had trained for scenarios where she had faced the Masked Man - all of them involved a showdown on more or less equal footing. Even in those simulations, she had lost more often than won. In her current helpless state, she knew she would be completely at his mercy.

Project confidence, she reminded herself. You're here to negotiate. Don't let him know you're nervous.

The next few minutes passed in a tense silence, until Valerie finally heard the sound of a new pair of footsteps. The tapping sound started from afar, then grew louder and louder until it finally stopped a few inches from her face. She braced herself, preparing for what was coming next.

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