BabySub
02-24-2005, 01:17 PM
A short fanatasy story of mine, written over the past couple of nights. If this is in the wrong place, or doesn't belong anywhere, please delete. :o
It might continue into something longer, I'm not sure. UN-EDITED. Should I continue..? If I do, then I'll edit this, ask someone else to perhaps edit it, and continue with some guidance. Maybe. lol.
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Rachel’s nightmare..?
Where was she? It was dark, gloomy and damp, and Rachel didn’t like it one bit. She didn’t know how she got there, she didn’t even know what kind of building she was in. Shifting her position slightly, she felt metal, cold metal bars against her back. Shivering, she felt the dampness against her skin, and knew instinctively she was below ground. There was a heaviness in the air, a damp weight bearing down on her.
Her arms were shackled above her by the wrists; heavy iron restraints, attached to the wall behind her, above the steel bars. By the dim light available, she could see the chain leading from them to the ground in front of her, locked to a metal ring in the floor. By feel alone, she knew her ankles were shackled too, but looser, and she had the ability to move them a little more.
A soft breeze fluttered by, chilling her, the hairs on the back of her neck standing to attention. It was then that Rachel realised she was naked, or at least nearly so. Looking downwards, she recognised the scraps of cloth on her body as being the remnants of her nightshirt. Hanging loose, most of her body was revealed, and she moaned softly. Her nipples were hard with fear, and she quivered lightly.
Who’d taken her there? How did they do it without her knowledge? Had she been drugged..? Something moved by her right buttock, and Rachel twisted around, attempting to see, fearful that it was a rat or something similar. She squeaked as she felt something again by her butt, but still couldn’t see a thing. “Damn this light.” She cursed, anger and frustration kicking in.
“What do you want with me..?! Tell me! Who are you?!” Shouting loudly, her voice reverberated around the walls, bouncing back at her. Rachel closed her eyes in frustration, and screamed loudly, her questions remaining unanswered. “Tell me.” She whispered, knowing there’d be no reply. Was there anyone around at all? Had she just been abandoned, left to rot?
“Pl..” Her voice was caught in her throat, as she felt something like a hand caress her thigh. She turned her head slowly, holding her breath, her eyes turning to where it touched. “Oh.. oh my God!” It was, it was a hand, and it was stroking her thigh! “What? It can’t.. no! Get off me!” Shrieking at the top of her lungs, she couldn’t believe what she was seeing.
Her head twisted to the side, and she watched, horrified, as another hand appeared, stroking her arm through the bars behind her. “Get off!!” Screaming for all she was worth, Rachel twisted and turned, but no matter how she moved, the hands seemed to follow. A sob escaped, as she imagined a man, behind the bars, taking great pleasure in touching her, scaring her. A whisper of wind blew past her ear, and she imagined she heard a laugh; a sneaky, dark, lustful laugh. “Who are you? Why do this to me?!”
Rachel jumped and cried out as another hand touched her, this time more intimate, on her breast. “St-stoppp..!” Gasping, she wrestled and tried to tug away, but nothing worked. The hands were stroking, caressing, teasing, and Rachel felt her body start to react. Her stomach was in knots, her breathing heavier, beads of perspiration forming on her smooth skin. The hand on her breast touched her nipple, which was like an electric shock, sending waves of pleasure through Rachel’s entire body. “Mmmmhh..” Mumbled through her half open mouth, her breathing increased as her nipple was pinched and tweaked, pulled and twisted at the fingers of the disembodied hand.
“Ooohh...” Rachel trembled as another hand joined the equation, grabbing and mauling her other breast. “Wh-who are you..? What are you?” her voice a mere squeak. Rachel was excited and terrified at the same time; her mind telling her to scream for help, to holler and shout until someone, anyone heard her. Her body however, was telling her to submit to the sensations and pleasure that the hands were giving her.
More hands appeared from behind her, grabbing her legs, spreading them open. Her eyes wide, Rachel looked down as the hands traced over her inner thighs, edging closer to, but never touching her sex. An almost guttural sound escaped her as she watched them, by then urging them to touch her where she so desperately wanted them to.
Suddenly her head was forced backwards, pressed against a steel bar, held in place by yet another hand. It pressed against her forehead and Rachel felt it was almost burning it’s impression into her skin. “Mmmmh..” She mumbled and groaned, but was soon almost silenced by another hand pressing against her lips, gagging her. Her eyes wide open, she tried to look down, tried to see what was happening to her body, to no avail. She couldn’t see a thing, beyond the stone wall in front of her.
cont...
It might continue into something longer, I'm not sure. UN-EDITED. Should I continue..? If I do, then I'll edit this, ask someone else to perhaps edit it, and continue with some guidance. Maybe. lol.
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Rachel’s nightmare..?
Where was she? It was dark, gloomy and damp, and Rachel didn’t like it one bit. She didn’t know how she got there, she didn’t even know what kind of building she was in. Shifting her position slightly, she felt metal, cold metal bars against her back. Shivering, she felt the dampness against her skin, and knew instinctively she was below ground. There was a heaviness in the air, a damp weight bearing down on her.
Her arms were shackled above her by the wrists; heavy iron restraints, attached to the wall behind her, above the steel bars. By the dim light available, she could see the chain leading from them to the ground in front of her, locked to a metal ring in the floor. By feel alone, she knew her ankles were shackled too, but looser, and she had the ability to move them a little more.
A soft breeze fluttered by, chilling her, the hairs on the back of her neck standing to attention. It was then that Rachel realised she was naked, or at least nearly so. Looking downwards, she recognised the scraps of cloth on her body as being the remnants of her nightshirt. Hanging loose, most of her body was revealed, and she moaned softly. Her nipples were hard with fear, and she quivered lightly.
Who’d taken her there? How did they do it without her knowledge? Had she been drugged..? Something moved by her right buttock, and Rachel twisted around, attempting to see, fearful that it was a rat or something similar. She squeaked as she felt something again by her butt, but still couldn’t see a thing. “Damn this light.” She cursed, anger and frustration kicking in.
“What do you want with me..?! Tell me! Who are you?!” Shouting loudly, her voice reverberated around the walls, bouncing back at her. Rachel closed her eyes in frustration, and screamed loudly, her questions remaining unanswered. “Tell me.” She whispered, knowing there’d be no reply. Was there anyone around at all? Had she just been abandoned, left to rot?
“Pl..” Her voice was caught in her throat, as she felt something like a hand caress her thigh. She turned her head slowly, holding her breath, her eyes turning to where it touched. “Oh.. oh my God!” It was, it was a hand, and it was stroking her thigh! “What? It can’t.. no! Get off me!” Shrieking at the top of her lungs, she couldn’t believe what she was seeing.
Her head twisted to the side, and she watched, horrified, as another hand appeared, stroking her arm through the bars behind her. “Get off!!” Screaming for all she was worth, Rachel twisted and turned, but no matter how she moved, the hands seemed to follow. A sob escaped, as she imagined a man, behind the bars, taking great pleasure in touching her, scaring her. A whisper of wind blew past her ear, and she imagined she heard a laugh; a sneaky, dark, lustful laugh. “Who are you? Why do this to me?!”
Rachel jumped and cried out as another hand touched her, this time more intimate, on her breast. “St-stoppp..!” Gasping, she wrestled and tried to tug away, but nothing worked. The hands were stroking, caressing, teasing, and Rachel felt her body start to react. Her stomach was in knots, her breathing heavier, beads of perspiration forming on her smooth skin. The hand on her breast touched her nipple, which was like an electric shock, sending waves of pleasure through Rachel’s entire body. “Mmmmhh..” Mumbled through her half open mouth, her breathing increased as her nipple was pinched and tweaked, pulled and twisted at the fingers of the disembodied hand.
“Ooohh...” Rachel trembled as another hand joined the equation, grabbing and mauling her other breast. “Wh-who are you..? What are you?” her voice a mere squeak. Rachel was excited and terrified at the same time; her mind telling her to scream for help, to holler and shout until someone, anyone heard her. Her body however, was telling her to submit to the sensations and pleasure that the hands were giving her.
More hands appeared from behind her, grabbing her legs, spreading them open. Her eyes wide, Rachel looked down as the hands traced over her inner thighs, edging closer to, but never touching her sex. An almost guttural sound escaped her as she watched them, by then urging them to touch her where she so desperately wanted them to.
Suddenly her head was forced backwards, pressed against a steel bar, held in place by yet another hand. It pressed against her forehead and Rachel felt it was almost burning it’s impression into her skin. “Mmmmh..” She mumbled and groaned, but was soon almost silenced by another hand pressing against her lips, gagging her. Her eyes wide open, she tried to look down, tried to see what was happening to her body, to no avail. She couldn’t see a thing, beyond the stone wall in front of her.
cont...