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Adventures sometimes come to those who least expect them, sometimes however, we are all searching for the adventure that will unlock our hidden soul, the dark secrets we hide from the world and more times then not from ourselves as we live our ordinary lives. It is one such adventure I am going to tell you about, where an ordinary woman experiences for the first time in her life her very extraordinary self.
In the normal working world, the nine to five rat race of western civilization there lived a perfectly common woman, she went to work, ran her office and provided services for the government agencies she dealt with without any thing unusual about her standing out or making her noteworthy other then her extremely organized state of being. She was of average build, though some might find her heavy set. She stood a comfortable five foot ten inches tall making her an Amazon in many circles. She was molded more in the classical lines of Juno then of some stick figure woman leaning more to the lines of the late Josephine. Her trademark red hair was purely by artifice and had worn it that way, since nature had dealt her the hand of being prematurely gray at the age of sixteen. Her legs were long and more then one man had admired the turn of her calf and the slender line of her ankles, her feet were startling small. It gave her a unique walk and normally found her barefoot or in flat shoes, high heels would have done little to relieve the towering powerful dominate feelings that flowed out of her, part of her nature, she did not attempt to dominate, she just was dominant. Of course, she happily was unaware of her power and preferred instead to be just another worker bee in the great hive we all understand to be government life.
On this particular day, it was a Friday, the end of a week so the office was running on a slower mode then the normal rush of the early portion of the week, she received and interesting email. It was interesting in that normally her lover did not send her emails, it was not that she was hiding her love life; she just preferred not to advertise around work that she had one. Professionalism was her stamp and mold; she never bent from that no matter what crisis boiled around her. She was locked deep under the weight of responsibility. Of course, if you had asked her she would have denied it, she was just doing the right thing, doing her job. The email suggested a dinner after work, and gave a location; it was a new Mexican restaurant she had wanted to try, since she heard the food was out of this world. It was one of her small pleasures, good food, fine wines; she enjoyed them because she herself enjoyed the creative process of cooking. She responded to the email with only a moment’s thought, she would meet him there at 6:30 in the evening right after work. She would be in her pinstriped business suit, she warned, then signed off and continued her work without another thought or any sense that her life was about to change.
When the day ended, and she was closing up her office she stopped long enough in the ladies room to freshen her make-up, which she always wore lightly, and brush her hair. She was professional even in this, a want to be librarian, is what her lover once jokingly told her. She had smiled and said that appearance is everything in the business world. She said good night to the security guards at the front door and walked out to her van. The weather was warm with a hint of rain it, she looked at the sky and confirmed the possibility that before the night was over it would indeed rain.
She unlocked her door, tossed her briefcase across to the passenger side of the van, and slid into the driver’s seat. Traffic in its usual fashion moved slower then she would have liked but she still had time, she would not break her unspoken rule, never to be later for any meeting. She glanced at her watch, even as she turned on the CD player and started listening to Enigma. Something about the music always let her mind wander, it was not soothing so much as altering.
She drove into the parking lot of La Loma’s it was not yet packed, but she assumed that that was because everybody else would still be fighting to get home before going out to dinner. She spotted, her lovers car in the parking lot and noted that it was empty, so she assumed he had to be in the restaurant waiting for her. She looked in the rearview mirror one last time, adjusting her suit and hair and stepped out of the van and locked it.
It was then the world took a turn she had least expected. Even with the training and personal safety course she had taken and had put herself through, she was not ready. Two men came up on either side of her at once, they were big men, broad in chest and shoulder, and they dwarfed her. A mean feat when you remember this woman’s height. Both of them grabbed her arms one of either side and lifted her up off the ground. She started to scream, but one them slapped what felt like tape across her mouth and she could not make any sound but a muffled one. She looked around wildly trying to see if she could attract attention some other way, but saw the parking lot empty, there was no one about, but her and the to men. Her feet off the ground she tried to kick out at one hoping to get him to drop her, but even as her foot swung out, she felt another set of hands grab her ankles and tie them together, there were three of them! She felt her panic surge through her flooding her system, then watched as the world went black around her.
When she came to she was in a car, it was or looked like a limousine, but she really could not say for certain. The men who had abducted her sat on either side of her. She assumed the third was the driver. She did not recognize any of them, and she did remember faces well. She glanced down and noticed that they had not at least ripped her suit or striped her in her unconscious state. She did notice that her purse was on the floor and her keys were nowhere to be seen. She could not see out of the windows because of the position they had her in, but she figured unless she could get to her cell phone in her purse it would not matter anyway.
They had tied her hands behind her back when she had passed out, and the feeling was uncomfortable and mind numbing. She looked at these abductors again they were huge, living monsters, the type one images being brutes. She shuddered. If they knew she was looking at them, they did not seem concerned, nor did they speak to her.
When the car came to a stop, they hauled her out of the back like a sack of grain, over one shoulder, they were somewhere in the mountains, the trees and the lack of light told her that, but where she could not have said. She was just in the Rocky Mountains late at night. The house they carried her into was more of a hunting lodge; it smelled of pine logs and cedar. There was a fire in the fireplace, before which they set her down on the floor.
Then they backed away from her, surrounding her in the same motion, staring down at her. She knew she was crying fear does that to a person, she could not help it. She did not know what they wanted or what they intended to do to her but she knew it would not, could not be good. One of them reached around behind her, and loosened the ropes holding her arms, another reached out, grabbed hold of her suit, and pulled, the fabric gave way, ripping along the seams and leaving her like a cocoon leaves the emerging butterfly. Under the black pin striped suit a gleam of snowy white silk and satin was revealed, the bra was half shelled so that her breasts rested in the silk and lace foam. At her hips a silk half-slip covered her, another violent yank, the slip ripped as well, revealing silk, and lace white panties French cut, over her hips. She was a woman’s woman; her curves were soft yet not so soft as to be leaning into pudgy fat. She tried to reach up to cover herself, but her arms would not move they had been behind her so long they were numb with sleep.
Instead, she whimpered and looked up at her captors. She saw a knife coming out of the corner of her eye, and all she could do was close her eyes, the blade was cold against her skin where it meet her bra, in between he breasts, the next instant she felt her breasts freed from the bra. It was a terrible feeling, but worse was to come as her panties were cut off her body next.
Then the real tortures began, as each of these men, began exploring and stroking her body, they lifted her breasts, squeezed her buttock, pinched and squeezed her thighs, and all the while said nothing, to each other or to her. She closed her eyes, and willed her self to not let this thing happen, but the feeling of their hands all over her body, told her, it was happening, and there was nothing she could do, even as she felt herself lifted from behind and spread against what felt like a wooden cross of some kind.
She opened her eyes, and watched in horror as they put cuffs on her ankles and wrists, and spread her out on the cross. It was amazingly wide, she noted almost immediately that while she was spread out, it did not cover up her body, they could still touch and probe every inch of her. As they chained her to the cross, she watched as first one and then another of her captors striped and removed their clothes.
They were joined by a fourth who came out of the shadows just enough to make his presences felt. She shuddered, she whimpered, she moaned her protest. However, not one of them was listening, instead they continued what they had started, the probing, touching, pinching, squeezing, until she thought she would lose her mind. In some small manner she did, one by one through the minutes that stretched like hours, her barriers broke and fell. One by one, she was stripped of her personal power, the shield of professionalism, the always-in control, always controlled woman, and gave way before the heat that grew inside her.
Her body gave way easiest, it was flesh after all, and sensation, always pleases the body. The hands, the teeth, the fingers, all worked on her to light her physical fires, she felt shame for a moment or two, but as the hands worked, even that faded. She felt fear, but the fires inside her burned that away too.
She burned and needed, and even though some small part of her mind watched in shock, she wanted. She knew she was ready for what she was sure would be their next assault. However, she was wrong. She was blindfolded suddenly, and a gag was slid into her mouth, it felt sort of like the head of a cock, but softer, sponge like. The fullness was terrible. The hands did not stop, at least not at first. Then she felt them all leave. She heard them moving away from her. She felt suddenly very cold and very alone.
Then out of the darkness, the slap of what felt like a hundred stinging bits slapped against her breasts and stomach, it pulled across her, sting and stroke. She moaned, under the straps, in her mind she knew this was a flogger, a many tailed device used to punish. Punish; punish for what her mind screamed, ‘Haven’t I always, done the right thing?” ‘Haven’t I been moral and upright and everything society demanded?’
As the flogger lashed across her body, her mind went over everything she had and had not done. Then the flogger's biting kisses stripped that away from her as well. The flogger’s kisses left her with the awareness that she was powerless to stop the flogger's blows. There was something in their pattern the feel of them that broke another barrier deep within her.
As the barrier broke it shattered like crystal. She realized she had been walking around not feeling, not feeling anything. For all her enjoyment of music and art, she had not felt in years. Moreover, the tears welled up then and ran down from under her mask, washing way the non-feeling even as her body rocked and bucked under the flogger’s strikes. She might have hung in that sate forever, time stilled, as she realized she wanted to feel, needed to feel, that even pain was better then the terrible, terrible darkness that had become her life.
The flogger stopped then and withdrew. Its passage away from her was a gentle caress, like fingers across a lover’s skin. She sighed at its passage, and trembled just a little, because she had been revealed. Her mind no longer wondered whom these men were or what they planned to do. She had found in time, she was alive and that she wanted to be alive and to feel.
The hands returned then, followed by the feel of many cocks, they rubbed against her, pressed against her, and pressed their bodies across hers. She could feel their heartbeats; smell the maleness of their bodies. All these things she sensed in the silence of the room that was broken only by the crackling and popping of the fire in the hearth.
When she felt a head between her legs, she did not fight or pull back, instead she gave into the feeling, of the mouth that sought out her clit and then explored the folds of her womanhood, and she sighed and moaned under the demands of the tongue that thrust in and out of her like a miniature cock. When a finger joined in, she moaned louder, even as the tension in her body built, and the cocks on her rubbed and stroked. Then it stopped, all of it, suddenly she was on the edge of an orgasm and left hanging, unable to reach the end.
She moaned, trembled, and pleaded into the darkness for release for something. It came as hands unhooking her wrists and ankles, and hands lifting her up like a doll. She was carried to a table this one was flat and lines with what felt like fur, but she could not be sure. Again, she was chained up, legs spread, knees raised, arms spread out, it left her open. The hands returned then, as did the teeth and fingers.
One by one, the cocks came back as well, along with the feeling of men nestling between her legs, rubbing their hard cocks against her wetness, but never sliding into her hotness. Instead, the dance was all about the sensation the feeling the pain of wanting and not having. She was brought to the edge repeatedly until she was weak with desire. Then and only then did she hear a voice, soft, warm in her ear ‘Do you hear that?’ was all it whispered. She strained her ears to try to hear what it referred to, all she could hear was her own moans, the fire and her ragged breathing.
She shook her head, because she could not speak due to the gag. ‘Silence’ was the whisper. She stilled as she felt a large male frame slowly begin to cover her body, his form pressing against her, His cock rock hard pressing into her stomach. ‘Silence’ the voice whispered again.
The cock slid down towards her womanhood, and she was hotter still then she had been. She felt its head part her lips, and press inward, her lips continued to part, but it stopped at that instant, even as the other cocks on her body came back. They all began rubbing on her again than one by one they began to come, their hot juices, flowing out and across her, even as the final cock plunged into her, and she came, just from the entry. She rocked against the thrusts. She bucked as orgasm after orgasm took her. She moaned through her gag as she felt herself exploding and felt the hands rubbing the rapidly cooling cum into her body. She felt her self blown apart by the force of her orgasms; until she drifted floating somewhere, she had never been before.
When she came to herself again, she was in a small room, the bed she was in was soft and warm, and she was clean, she had been bathed and washed, and slid between clean linen sheets. Outside the world was silent and still, the trees whispering. She strained to hear….
Silence.
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Breaking Silence Part I - 
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