They move you.

You almost moaned with a relief when the man finally let go of your tender breasts. Only for a moment later for one of them to grab you under the arm and start dragging you somewhere.

Click, click, click, click, click-

The clicking of your heels resounded through the parking building's room – it seemed extremely loud to your ears. The cold air hitting the tender skin of your bare breasts, that jumped shamelessly with each of your steps, was degrading. The cold of steel of handcuffs on your wrists, made you felt helpless. That sound and that feelings were the only things that you were experiencing... and you loved each second of it.

You hear some kind of moving sound than feel someone forcing you to bend – you don't resist.

“Step.” You hear a voice, so you raise your leg higher, before putting it carefully down. Then the second one. You are pushed a step forward, turned left, two steps forward, turned right, three steps forward, turned... around? And finally **** to sit. You feel something going over your belly and between your breasts – seatbelt?

SMACK!

“Ah!” You groan as you felt a sharp pain on your left breast suddenly. It was sharp, sudden, painful, humiliating – your juices gushed with excitement.

Everything started shaking and – you were in a car? No, some time of truck or van, maybe?

You felt that you started moving. With each passing minute, with each passing kilometre, your stomach sank, as the gravity of the situation settled... Yet, your pussy, couldn't stop shaking from excitement.

* * *

You don't know how much time has passed, nor where you were taken. Your mind occupied itself, by throwing at you, one possible scenario of fucking, sexual **** and degradation after the other. Next more scary than the last.

Finally, you stopped.

You were unstrapped and lead somewhere.

First out of the car, into... fresh air? A breeze on your breasts? Outside?

You walk, about a few hundredth meters and-

CLICK, CLICK, CLICK-

You entered some small space, the floor is raw – the echo of licking of your high-heels dances around the small space.

Suddenly, you are stopped – the man let's go of your arm

“Stairs down.” he says. “Be careful, it's a long way down.”

You stop and hesitate – you don't fancy falling down. After a few seconds, you feel something raising your skirt and a cold metal of- the barrel of the gun pressing against your buttock.

“Should I give you a push?”

You hear a voice of the man, and you can practically hear the joy in his voice – a fucking sadist!

You take a slow step forward and the down-!

You falter but quickly regain your balance. That are some high steps. You take another step, then another. To keep your balance, you have your waist pushed forward – your breasts must look rather exposed.

Finally, the steps end and you can hear the man's snicker.

“Good job.” He grabs you under the arm and leads you few dozens-hundreds? meters forward. You hear another door opening, then closing behind, then you are sitted. Suddenly, your hood is removed.