It 's the gaolbreak we have been waiting for ... one that does not involve us taking any off day at work.

You get done with your shopping stumble and breakfast duty with your folks and finally have some you time. And of path, you have month end work to attend into.

I wait, impatiently maybe ... but I know you would be able to spare some fourth dimension and that 's what matters.

well, since I do not suffer anything else to do, I am free to sleep and possibly ambition of you. I snuggle up in my fluffy blanket ... just the blanket and zippo else.

I wake up on something soft ... backbone ... soft, pristine sand filters through my fingerbreadth. It is weirdly dark, with full point of light up peeking through. I realise that I have a husk hat covering my face. I take the hat off and sit up ... the even sun is softly glowing above the purview ( or is it dawn ? ). I remember sleeping naked, but I am now wearing a summertime attire ... navy ... flowy, sexily silky to the touch. A beach. I am on a beach. Does n't appear like capital of Kuwait ... the sand 's too clear, like champagne coloured sugar.

I stand up and dust myself ... A cool child's play blows, being naughty with the hem of my dress. I look around, it is fall after all.. the sun 's going down. No sign of anyone. No sign of you. If this is a dream which I now honestly think it is, where the Hades are you ? The beach seems isolated, just the mussitation of the sea ... an casual gull squawking. Inland, there seems to be nothing much… no star sign of human being life at least, darkening Tree, not tropical. No tell-tale pin points of light, no music nothing.

It is beautiful, serene and a minuscule scary. I am expectant of my dream to flex the usual route… some monster, some beast to bear witness up… maybe a brute or a grouping of brute men… I look all dressed for a chase !

I walk along the beach, trying to conserve an be space to the shoreline and the treeline. I do not require to remain out in the opened when night falls and I do not need to drift into the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree ( they look menacing ). Maybe I will find out some rocks, a cove, a cave… don't know how that will be any less scary… but maybe I will find one with lights, big fluorescent fixture spark that logical argument the cave walls and lead me to a room with a nice bed and maybe you. Hey, it is a pipe dream, I should be able to wish for it and make it appear. Isn't that how ambition oeuvre ? Apparently not, as I seem to experience been walking quite a spell now with no mark of anything, not even behemoth. I am exhausted now. Maybe it is clock time to wake up, for literal.

I guess that's not an choice here. I am still walking on the beach, it is now dark and the sea is sparkling silver with the moonlight… thank heavens for the lunation. The waving are agitated now. I look back along the way I've walked, the sea is a great deal calmer there. It could be a dream unusual person or I am nearing some rocky part of the beach. I might actually find the cave. The beach also seems to be contract, the treeline steadily gaining on me, the sea pushing me towards the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. Adjusting my heart to only natural light feels strange, I can barely hold out the careen poking through the moxie. The moon is just risen and it throws odd shadows but I am now almost on what seems to be a sway bed, on an side. The treeline is too close for comfort and seems to be rushing towards me as I climb the incline. Suddenly, the trees are replaced by a Rock wall, it seemed to cause just appeared. Exhausted mind playing tricks. I decide to take the air along the wall, something to lean against in my dream that is now turning into a nightmare, almost. I am barely paying aid to anything except the feel of the rock wall and don't even realise when the murmur of the sea recedes and when the darkness gets inky.

My helping hand hits something and it clangs. A metallic clangoring. A manmade sound. I grope around the wall and sense the reference of the noise… a chain. It feels like a mountain chain. Wait… is that a shackle. Finding the manacle of the bond coincides with my actualisation that I am now in some sort of chamber or cave or passage and that what little I can see is by some miracle of the dream. Almost nightmare to wide-cut blown nightmare, I guess. I grope my way around the walls, fingers touching more metal chains ( or shackles ). Something acute pricks my finger, tracing down they feel like a row of spikes, naah… a ground substance of spikes. My mind try to recreate the room in light… and it is not a nice sight… it is forming a nice anguish chamber in my head. I stumble on something wooden, a plank… I try to displace it, but it seems fixed. I have a flavor that the walls are ever so slightly turning my charge of crusade and that I might actually be in a circular sleeping room. The feeling is reinforced when I trip again on a wooden plank after stumbling around a while. It is either a really long torture chamber or a round way ! I gingerly try to place my bum on the wooden plank, hoping it won't see-saw on me. It does not. Phew ! Sitting down on what I want to reimagine as an innocent Bench in the wickedness, releases the pent up enervation in me. I slip into an almost unconscious sleep.

I wake up again, sore, from the walk, from the stern wooden bench…and still in my pipe dream ! It is still non-white. I try to hold up up my hand in front of my facial expression to check the extent of visibility. Metal clangor. Oh good ! I am in shackle. This is not an improvement. Besides, I am feeling cold… and the common cold is creeping into my ‘ hush-hush'places… Jeez ! I am au naturel, spread-eagled and shackled… and as good as blind-folded. What now ?

Strangely, my body is tingling… not surely if it is veneration or expectation. In my head, horrific images of creepy crawlies attacking is interspersed with those of many custody touching, groping, caressing my naked consistence. Something crop my left nipple. I gasp. What feels like many butterfly feet trace down my belly, and back up to my breast. I know my feet are tied apart, but on instinct I try to clench my knee joint and I realise that my knees are tied apart. I am wide opened to whoever ( or whatever ) is in there with me.

I close my oculus ( though it doesn't topic if they are open… it's just too dark ) and I imagine you in there with me. And that pinching of my nipples… I imagine it is you. It hurts… I want to scream… but it is just a whimper that comes out. The ‘ fingers'blockade twisting my teat, the charge of lineage back to them makes me puff and before I can arrange my senses, a battery of bunco game res publica on me down there. I think I just got kitty whipped ! That Robert Burns like hell… and not surprisingly, I am turned on AND in a lot of pain. I can sense a presence… it's just the air that feels so… ‘ you'make no speech sound at all.

The cat-o-nine tails ( it has to be that ) lands on my right chest. And even though I know that I could be whipped anytime, not knowing where and what musical interval is unnerving. As if to ease the distress a bit, a finger or finger's breadth caress my slit lips… parting them, probing the entry softly… causing my intimation to tighten and every early muscularity to loosen. The oftenness of gust and caresses gain, some are coincident that I am no longer sure if there is just one tormenter in there with me.

I can feel my body burn and sting to the stop of apathy. I can picture weal crisscrossing my breast and thighs. My boldness is wet with crying and my pussy is wet and dripping.

Whatever platform I am shackled to is tipped up, vertically… causing my bum to slide small. The impression I would confront with the position I am in… sheesh ! I am happy for the inky black of the room. I feel weapon system under my thighs… thank goodness they feel like arms… I had almost lost hope of the tormenter ( s ) being human, let alone you. I think I know what is coming ... something intemperate, yet soft… parts my pussy brim and it is definitely not a digit. I one-half whisper, half cry asking ‘ you'to be gentle. fingerbreadth wrap around my throat… stopping my pleading immediately… reducing me to gasping for air while ‘ your'prick slams into me. Nothing mollify about that. ‘ You'piston in and out. I am fighting to breathe. I feel like I am being torn apart down under. damn ! I wanted to be fucked… but this is painful… and yet it feels good… feels damn right. A spit theatrical role my lips ... the single on my face… and I taste ‘ you'for the first time. Yes… it is you. No one else ( even with my lack of comparables ) gustatory modality and smells that combination… tobacco and midnight teakwood. Everything about this fucking is fucking aggressive… nothing gentle about the kiss… my lips are bruised, I am aching and hurting all over but with the knowledge that I am safe in your arms I want more.

I feel the muscular tissue inside me tightening… both yours and mine. I squeeze as hard as I can, trying to hold you rigorous inside me… of course of study it is just in my head. organism tied up like that all my squeeze is mental.

I am on the verge of what I know will be a shamefully, shatteringly awful coming when I hear the first words since I woke up… A gruff, throaty whisper… herculean in maliciousness of the low bulk,"You will not make bold cum before I let you."I want to obtain back… I can't. I am worried about the consequences… my arms are aching hung the way I am. Every inch of me is sore… and I want to stand on my feet. Yet… when you flood me with your cum, I can not stop myself… I try to hide my climax in the shudders of your body. But I know that you know. Even as my body Virginia reel from the waves of shock coursing through me, a bolt farming on my rightfield cheek… stunning me but not stopping the waves washing over me. And the solely gentle act, a kiss on the smarting impudence is underlined with an angry"You will pay for that !"

Despite the pain and the awkward hanging posture, I am so tired from being so thoroughly fucked that I can barely keep my eye open. I must consume dozed off, because what wakes me is being doused with icy cold water system. They feel like sliver of ice cutting me. I am instantly awake. And aware that I am no longer tied up, I was lying down on something unvoiced, which has currently pooled up with freezing water. I sit up and now there is the faintest of glows in the room… like the room is lit up by a exclusive firefly.

You push me down on to the bed/bench/whatever… face down, my belly and breasts touching the freezing pee that still stings like crazy. My arms are pulled up behind me and what flavour like a loop of rope elusion on to my wrist. All I can say is"Oh No !, Please no"and all I get back from you is"fourth dimension for your punishment"…

Then the phone rings… I wake up dazed, naked under my blanket… my hand guiltily between my legs."Hello"

"Hello… How are you ?"

"I… I am… I am glowingly delicately, I guess ?"

"Er… why ?"

"I na… I had this dream…"

"There you go !"

"Arre… you want the short version or the farsighted one ?"

"The unawares version"

"Well… huh ok… in that case… I just got thoroughly fucked !"

"Ahemm… Inappropriate !"

"I believe my pussy disagrees"

"Besharam… I think I will pass by, if you are ok with it."

"I'll be waiting… hey… do you by any opportunity have those handcuffs ?"

"Byeeee… see ya soon."

*Besharam is a Hindi give-and-take, it means 'shameless'.