Β©Shyblueeyes1968 2016 aka blueeyeandy
(Interracial, gangbang, oral, anal, voyeur, reluctant, surprise)
Summary -- it's a warm summers evening, the sun as just dipped below the horizon, and in the twilight, a woman stands at the top of some concrete steps that lead down to a subway. Sara is a woman with dark desires that leads her into dangerous places in search of fulfilment.
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Sara paused at the top of the concrete steps, which led down to the subway. She glanced around and shivered, her skin had goose bumps despite it being a warm summer's night. But then, it wasn't feeling cold that had caused her to shiver, but a little bit of fear, but quite a lot excitement and anticipation. She knew she was about to take a terrible risk, but this flood of conflicting emotion had become highly addictive and she needed a fix.
She glanced the other way, there was nobody in sight in the twilight lit lane, although in the distance she could see a parked car with a shadowy figure sitting in driver's seat. Above the late evening traffic thundered along the M6, still busy even this late on a Friday. She looked down the rubbish strewn steps. The actual entrance to the subway was out of site, and opposite the step, was a smooth ramp. With a final glance back over her shoulder, she began to make her why down the concrete steps. She had to take care in her heels. She was glad she hadn't worn the 6 inch stilettos, because even with wearing four inch heels it was precarious enough. When she'd walked though in daylight with her two dogs, it hadn't looked that bad, but in the semi-dark which grew darker as she descended, because all the lights where broken, it took on a whole new menacing aspect. She thought she heard the distant sound of a car door being closed. Her heart was thumping against her ribcage, the fear and excitement was almost suffocating.
She reached the bottom of the steps and walked a few feet and turned to face the mouth of the tunnel, and paused again. At first, it seemed completely dark and unlit, but after a few minutes, her eyes grew accustomed to dark and she could see dull patches of yellow light. It was cooler down here; she could feel it through the thin material of her summer dress. She took a deep breath; the air was cool and damp, despite the recent dry hot weather, and full of odours. You know, all those you associated subways. All this combined to send a shiver fear tinged excitement through her slim body.
After a few more seconds pause, she stepped forward and entered the tunnel. The sound of her heels sounded shockingly load, echoing off the concrete walls of the tunnel. Her foot brushed something on the floor, paper it felt like, she told herself, perhaps she should have brought a touch. But no, a torch hadn't been allowed. She continued along the dark tunnel, there was dull rumble of the traffic above her and she occasionally passed though dim pools light cast by few working lights.
At first she seemed to be alone in the tunnel, but as she slowly neared the halfway point, there was a bright flare of a match being lit, and for a moment, she could see several dark figures silhouetted in its light, before it went out. She paused, fear and excited sizzling through her body. She could turn back, there was still time, has a bubble of panic built up in her belly. What if they came after her, chased her down...she didn't think she would be able to out run anybody, not in these heals. However, despite her sudden feeling of panic, she was also excited, and she felt her nipples harden painfully. Oh god she thought, without a bra, even in this poor light, they would be clearly visible as she walked by. But then, her darker side told her, "you knew that, that's why dressed this way. It was like this every time...you know you tease them, taunting them; you deserve what you going to get..."
Well she couldn't stand here all night, so she pushed down her panic and she stepped forward and continued to carefully to walk along the tunnel towards the far end. In front of her was an area of dull yellow light, and suddenly, first one, then another dark hooded figure stepped into the light and stood there, and although she couldn't see there faces, she knew they were staring at her. She nearly stopped, but she forced herself to remain calm and continue to walk forward despite the almost overwhelming buzz of fear and excitement boiling up inside her. As she drew closer, she could make out more than two figures, there was at least four, perhaps even more, her dark side, standing in her path at the end of the tunnel. Now she could see that the two standing in the dull light where men, black men, big black men she told herself. She tried too look past them, not to focus on them, because if they meant her harm, it was far too late.
As she approached to within a few feet of the men blocking her path, it was clear they weren't going to stand aside.
"Well, lads, it looks like we've got ourselves a trespasser."
"Yea, bitch, you're trespassing."
She could see their eyes, and there were 4 pairs of them, full of lust and desire, roving over her slim but shapely figure, and she knew, even in the dull light, that her dark hard and very erect nipples would be clearly visible thought the light cream material of her wrap around summer dress. Oh god what have I let myself walk into? She was almost fainting with heady mix of fear and excitement.
"You gonna have to pay a toll to pass, bitch."
Her mouth dry, Sara asked in a whisper "how...how much is the toll?"
"Well, let's see, what do you think lads, this little white bitch comes matching through our territory like she owns it...what do you think this fine piece of arse is worth?"
As they considered the "Toll", they moved around her, blocking off her retreat, and stood close, hemming her in. She could now see all the men were black, and all towered over her petite figure, despite her high heels.
"Fifty quid?"
"Nar, I think this white bitch can afford much more than that, lets call it a round hundred shall we?" said the one who was clearly in charge. There were nods and murmurs of agreements and sniggering laughs.
"I don't have that sort of money on me..."
"What? You came here without the toll...well, that's a real shame, at least for you that is, Bitch." There was more laughing and sniggering, full of wickedness and lust.
"Please, I am sorry..." she tried to step back, but strong hands seized her arms.