Amelie part 9

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Amelie part 9She was one or two minutes early. The door was locked. As she turned to get up on the pavement, an old lady was passing by and mumbled “whore” under her breath and spat that way only old ladies do; more sound than spit. Amelie got back up onto the pavement and almost wished that she was smoking; a cigarette smouldering between her fingers would have made the picture complete. She walked a few meters in one direction, before going back again. Considered waiting there, with on foot resting on the wall, the classical pose for a hooker in older movies, but still too obvious, even for this quiet side-street.Then there was a click, the door opened a bit. She quickly began to unbutton her coat, had it open all the way down, before reaching for the handle, opening the door. Entered the shop as she let the coat slide off her naked shoulders. The room appeared empty, lit only by the chandelier, but she had a strong sense that there was some-one behind the door. There was just the table with the chandelier, no other furniture in the room. The walls painted a dull white, that appeared somewhat gloomy in the flickering light. When the door was closed behind her, some-one took the coat away from her. She didn´t even blink. Stood calmly in the middle of the room, with her hands down her sides, wearing only stockings and black boots. “This time will be a little harder for you, my bitch” the woman from earlier said from behind the black curtain. Amelie lowered her head. She could sense some-one behind her and she moaned softly when she felt something touching her neck. Not a human, not a hand. It took her a few seconds to realize that the person standing behind her, was putting some kind of brace on her. Wide, about 3 centimetres. Made of thick leather, at least in her imagination, because she could not see it. She could, however, felt the buckle being closed. “You might even get lucky this time..maybe some-one will touch you..” the hidden woman said. Now Amelie´s arms were grabbed; the person behind her slowly but meticulously began to tie her hand and underarms together. This was what she had hoped for AND feared, now there would be no easy way out. She could feel the rope on her skin, from her wrists up to her elbows. There would be NO way she could get free alone!There was gaziemir escort a sudden draught of cool air, as if a back door being opened. Did this mean that people were coming or going?Two seemed as enough, since this was her first time in such a place. Then she heard the muffled sound of steps at another end of the shop. The curtain moved slightly. “Come in here, bitch..”At the same time, the person behind Amelie pushed her forwards a little, while holding her arm firmly. Finally!She was going to see what was behind the black curtain. It was a corridor going both left and right. Walls and ceiling were painted a dark red and it was illuminated by sleepy small lamps, mounted in the wall at about hip-height. There was doors, both slightly ajar, at both ends. There also was brass-railing at both sides, just above the small lamps. Even without looking up. Amelie saw a glimpse of a short woman disappearing into one of the rooms. Then she was jerked to a halt in the corridor. She could almost (but not quite) look into the next room. The person behind her, bent down and locked one end of a set of handcuffs to her ankle and the other to an eyelet mounted close to the floor. He then patted her behind as he went part her, after the woman, into the next room. He was naked, but a black mask with sort of metalic-looking decoration covered the top part of his head. If it was some-one she knew, she didn´t recognize him. She heard voices from the room, but to low to pick out any words. Then the sound as of a cane landing on a buttock!Her eyes widened. There was soft moaning, but she could not guess what gender the moaner had. It was a frustrating moment, so closed, yet so far from all the action. Another quick slap, another moan. It was so humiliating, being parked, like that might be needed soon, but not yet. But still, this treatment was making Amelie as horny as she had been all night. It was amazing how quick she had been to fall into this new role. In the next room, the person received about slow, elaborately placed strikes. It was almost certainly a woman. Amelie stood watching the tiny opening between the door and the door-jamb, but could see nothing but a few shadows moving. Then there suddenly was a sound from the other end of the corridor. She froze, didn´t dare to turn gaziemir escort bayan around, to what or who it was. That would not be fitting for this, her new role. She shivered, as she felt a hand on her butt. A foot between hers, insisting that she placed her unchained foot close to the other wall. Then that foot was quickly locked to another eyelet. She now stood with her feet almost touching either side of the corridor, blocking it completely. Then there was an arm around her waist, still from behind, making sure that she would not fall. And now there was 2 hands on her bottom!She had never felt more helpless. Two fingers slip up her pussy, revealing just how wet and horny she was. A woman said something in a Slavic language right behind her. The fingers slid out of her pussy, but were then pressed against her ass. Another woman answered, in the same language. Amelie moaned softly. She now had two fingers in her ass and two other in her treacherously wet cunt. One of them were licking and sucking on her ear-lope. From the next room came the sounds of people having sex. A man was fucking the girl who had just been spanked. “I´ll fuck you, bitch” one of the women said in a deep, low voice, her mouth close to her ear, “ you have not earned a real prick yet, bitch…”A dildo of some sort, was being pressed against her rear now. A hand, holding her long, blonde hair, pulling her head back.“You only fucktoy for girl..” the other girl said, her accent thick as syrup. Amelie nodded, behind closed eyes. This was a very surreal situation. The moaning from the next room grew in intensity. Something larger, more rigid than two fingers penetrated her pussy. Two dildo´s fucking her, testing her ability and her eagerness to please and be of use. So extremely different!Some-one squeezed past them, with no other interaction than a moist hand on one of Amelie´s tits. Just because it was there and was possible. Then she heard a man close, whispering something, presumably to one of the girls. The voice sounded familiar. Could it really be true?Not that she had ever heard her boss, Mr Bergman whisper. Only yell a couple of times and only when there had been a fair cause for it.“We will make one exception, bitch…” the girl that knew most of the language said. One dildo escort gaziemir slipped out of her. There was 2 strong hands on her hips. One of the girls must be guiding his cock as Amelie was penetrated. She could not move; had to just let it happen. She was now sure, it WAS Mr Bergman, she could recognize his moaning as his cock slid up her rear. “You really are trying to be a good bitch….”The dildo was removed from her pussy, just as things were starting to become really good and effective for her. But that was to be expected. In the next room a man came loudly. While her boss was fucking her rear, the two women were nipping and biting her nipples, and also made sure that she would not fall forwards. Amelie opened an eye, testing, just to see if one of the women should be the petite Asian she had met twice when she had visited her boss the other night. None of them looked even remotely Asian. One was a blonde, the other had a very fake-looking red mane. After a few minutes, Mr Bergman withdrew from her ass. The girls then helped her down on her knees. Turned off the light and left her…For a long, long time she just sat there, waiting with growing impatience. Could hear that there was several things going on in the other parts of the former shop. Then, after maybe 15 minutes, the door was opened, and a man entered the corridor.“Suck, bitch…”Amelie was kneeling, her ankles were ch
ained to the walls and her arms were tied behind her back; she was absolutely helpless. She could taste cunt-juice on his cock. He was holding her hair, had a very firm grip. “Yeah, bitch..”He must have been quite close to coming, when he had left the rest of the group. Her moaned softly in the dark corridor, and when he came, he held her nose. She had to swallow..Another looooong intermission. Longer, maybe 20 minutes this time. Her knees were beginning to get numb. Then the door was opened again. There was two this time.One of them her boss. She would never have expected him to be into these kinky group-things with more than a hint of bondage in it.“Suck some more, cunt” he said.“Yeah, make us cum, bitch…”She began. Even with her eyes wide open, she could not see anything, just feel and taste their cocks, fresh from fucking other women. At several times, she had 2 dick-head in her mouth. Her jaw was getting tired a sour. She was not used to this much work. While one came in her mouth, her boss let his sperm spray all over her face….It was not until she was home that Amelie discovered that her spare keys had mysteriously gone missing from her key ring..

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