Chapter 8: Tied Up and Raped

As Lewis’s hands moved over the front of her panties, she stopped talking to enjoy the lovely feeling. As his hands moved downwards, he could feel her hairs through the flimsy material. She couldn’t stop herself wondering what it would be like if her panties weren’t in the way.

When he moved onto her bare legs, she calmed down a little and continued, ‘When I’d watched it all and finished making my notes, I read through all my lines once more paying particular attention to all the mistakes.’

Lewis reached her feet and stopped. ‘When I go back up,’ he told her, ‘I will stop at your waist and massage across the inch of skin under the waist of your panties. I will keep doing that until you say ‘Up’ or ‘Down.’ If you say up, I’ll just carry on up. If you say down, I will lift them and massage inside just like I did your back. If you feel relaxed enough to lift your hips, I’ll slide them down and off.’

‘Should that happen, I will then massage every inch from your feet to your head. Then when I reach your head, you will be ready to tell me everything about your problem. After that we can deal with it and remove it from your memory.’

As he started massaging up her legs, she ran what he had said through her mind. It seemed too wonderful to be true. ‘Yet look at all that he’s

achieved so far,’ she told herself. It really is looking possible.

As he reached her panties, he massaged all over her hairs and then upwards. Reaching her waist, he slid his fingertips under her waistband and slid them gently from side to side. It took her just ten seconds to say clearly, ‘Down.’

Lewis lifted the waistband with one hand and slid his other hand down inside. He massaged all over the skin of her abdomen before moving into her hairs and down between her legs. Margery automatically drew her knees up allowing him better access between her legs.

Then as he massaged directly over her vagina, she lifted her hips. As he drew his hand out, she moved her knees together enabling him to slide her panties down to her ankles.

As she rested her hips back down, Lewis slid them off over her ankles. Smiling at her he said, ‘Now there is absolutely no doubt that you are totally relaxed with me. When I reach your head, we will start getting rid of your problem.’

As he started massaging up her legs, she remained silent to enjoy the sensations. As he reached her hairs, she drew her feet up and apart again. Lewis massaged all over her hairs, then ran his finger around in circles directly above her vagina without going through her hairs. As she started to show excitement he moved on upwards.

When he massaged her now completely bare breasts, feeling his hands running over her soft skin made her cry out almost continuously. Reaching her shoulders Lewis gave them a massage then taking his hands away, he held them open.

She sat up right away and hugged him. She wondered as she did how lovely it would feel if her bare breasts were pressing on Lewis’s bare chest rather than his clothes. Then thinking how wonderful it felt to be so at ease in his arms, she moved her head and kissed him on his lips.

As he returned her kiss with passion it felt wonderful. She held it as long as she could. As she hugged him even tighter, she said, ‘You’re wonderful, I feel a hundred times better already.’ ‘Good,’ Lewis said, ‘So now let’s get you completely cured.’ He told her to stay sitting up, then moved to the end of the settee.

‘Lie down with your head on my lap.’ he instructed. Once settled, he rested one hand on her head and one on her abdomen over her hairs. Margery made happy noises as she felt so wonderfully at ease.

‘Now start at the beginning,’ Lewis told her. ‘No matter what it is, tell me every little detail. Hold nothing back. Remember this is the last time you’ll have to tell the tale and the last time you’ll need to think about it.’

She gave a great sigh of relief and continued where she had left off. ‘I put the camera back on the shelf and re-set it to record,’ she said. ‘I had decided that I should be playing to the bed as my audience, not to the camera. I put a couple of books each side of it and then one over the top, so it wasn’t so obvious and catching my attention. I was thinking that would help me to look at the bed rather than at the camera.’

‘I had just opened my mouth to start my recital again when there was a knock at the door. I was surprised. I went up to the door and said Hello through it.’ ‘I’ve hurt myself,’ a male voice said, ‘I’m bleeding can you help me.’

‘I opened the door and four men charged in. they were all wearing masks over their faces. I was terrified. They grabbed hold of me and pushed me to stand at the bottom of the bed. I heard the door close then two of them grabbed hold of the top of my nightie, one on each side. They ripped it off me in two pieces. I screamed and someone said, ‘Shut up or you’ll get hurt.’ Two of them kept hold of my arms. One of them tore my nightie into several pieces. They dragged me down onto the double bed and used the bits of my nightie to tie my arms, one to each corner of the bed.’

‘Once I was secured, they stood looking at me for several minutes, then one of them tied a piece of my nightie around my eyes.’ ‘If you start making a noise I’ll put a gag on you too,’ he threatened, ‘Then you might not be able to breathe.’

‘I couldn’t see anything now. They got hold of my legs and tied each one to the foot of the bed. I was now well tied down, naked and with my arms and legs spread apart.

‘I just knew they would all be staring at me, I felt sick, as well as terrified of what might happen next. I heard some movement then one voice said, ‘Ah that’s better I can breathe now.’ I didn’t realise until after when one of them kissed me, that they must have taken their masks off now I couldn’t see their faces.’

‘A hand from each side of the bed felt all over my breasts, I could tell it was a different person each side. Another hand was feeling between my legs and poking a finger up inside me. He was rough and it felt disgusting.’

‘Then there was an argument as to who was going to have me first. I think I’d already guessed what was going to happen, but to hear it stated made it certain and much more terrifying somehow.’

‘One of them said, ‘You wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for what Ronnie overheard in the shop so he should go first.’ Two seemed to accept that but the fourth one argued. Ronnie must have been the strongest because he said, ‘If you don’t do as you’re told I’ll kick you in the balls then you won’t be able to do anything.’

‘Right,’ Ronnie said, ‘I’ll go first, Johnny can go second, then Len, then Jimmy.’ I don’t think it crossed their minds that they had just told me their names. I know I’ll never forget them.’

‘I heard the sound of movement, so I assumed one or all of them were getting undressed. When it went quiet, I realised they must have all got undressed as they were all making comments about the size of their cocks. From what they were saying, Ronnie was the longest and thickest, Johnny was slightly shorter and thinner. Len was quite a bit shorter but quite thick and I got the impression that Jimmy was the youngest. He was very thin but just as long as Len.’

‘I felt someone climbing up on top of me so assumed that was Ronnie. He put his tip to my opening and just pushed himself hard in. It hurt and I cried out. Someone sniggered and said, ‘You’re too big for her.’ He lay all his weight on me and kissed me. His breath was horrible. Then he started thrusting in and out. As he pushed in the third time he seemed to go in even deeper and I felt something tear inside me. I screamed out with the pain. ‘I’ve warned you about that,’ he said.

‘I can’t help it,’ I told him, ‘You’ve just torn something inside and you’re hurting me.’ It didn’t stop him, he started pushing in and out hard and fast. The next push in was painful but not as bad as the previous one. After that it was sore, but it seemed easier. Very soon he was making grunting noises and going even faster. Then he cried out as I felt his cock swell inside me. As it swelled it shot a load of wet inside me which clearly from his sounds gave him a lot of pleasure.’