Julia’s head was pounding and could barely remember a thing from the night before. The last thought she had was sitting in the pub with her friends Sara and Krissy… and the bartender. Her mouth was dry, as she tried to move saliva around it she found what appeared to be a large piece of plastic. Attempting to spit it out, she found that she couldn’t, and suddenly she began to panic. She opened her eyes, expecting to have to shield them from the light, but found that it was pitch black. She tried to move her arms, but all she could hear was a clinking sound directly above her. In increasing panic she attempted to move her legs, but she could barely feel the cold floor beneath her with her toes. She couldn’t move her hands, and with every movement she made with her body she could hear the same clinking sound above her head. She felt cold air on her legs and tits and her nipples felt a sharp biting pain. Now Julia was really panicking. She tried to scream, but all that came out was a muffled whine. Again she screamed, again nothing happened other than her muffled sound, and that clinking sound again. Julia stopped to think, her head still pounding from the night before, as she contemplated her situation. She could not remember anything after the bar, anything after that strange man, Rickert they were flirting with.
Another muffled whimper came from across the room. This too was accompanied by that clinking sound. Julia listened intently, and once again she heard the rattle of metal on metal and the sound of a stifled scream. Julia responded in kind, as if hoping to communicate with whoever was making the sound. Then in a moment of silence, as Julia’s mouth and throat began to burn, she heard yet another moan, this time to her left, and suddenly a terrible thought popped into her head. She had heard two distinct sounds, one on either side of her, and given her last memories of the night before, and the people she was with, she had a truly awful feeling in the pit of her stomach.
A sound of a door opening and then lights flashed on and blinded her and the sound of footsteps. Julia’s eyes adjusted to the light although still blurred it allowed her a glimpse of her surroundings, not enough to take anything in at all, but just enough to let her know that this was really happening. The footsteps grew louder and louder, until it became clear there was more than one pair of feet, different types of shoes, until eventually the footsteps grew so loud against the floor that Julia knew that somebody was standing in front of her…….
Inspired by strutter and his many images like this, story based on an erotic story I read recently, I am trying to contact the author to render images to it 😉
I plan to render this story slowly over time, I want your input on the next image, not the story and final result the next image, I plan to use a suggestion from this post/comments as the basis of the next image and have this organically grow over time like 1 image a month type thing between image sets.