Chapter 16

User 706.Male. 38.

You'll be walking down the same park backroad as you were when I grabbed you last time. You'll run and I'll chase you, until you can't take any more. I'll bind you up and throw you in the back of my van. You can fight me all you want, it'll only make me more excited.

You won't have a clue where we're headed. You'll be nothing but a kidnapped victim.

Kidnapped. That is the key word here.

I'll dump you in a big, dark shithole of a house, and you'll be given the instruction to count to ten before you set your wrists free.

The doors to the outside will be locked, and so will the windows. You can try them if you like, just to make sure. I'm sure you will do. You can scream and pray someone will be passing to hear your cries, but then you'll hear me. Heading closer through the darkness. Looking for you. Stalking you.

Will you hide when I call your name? Here, kitty kitty.

Will you submit to my will and beg me to play gentle? Or fight and scream until the very end?

The choice is yours.

Either way, once the chase is over, you'll be my victim. I'll be an anonymous monster, who doesn't give a shit about you as I take you like a slut.

When we're done, I'll drop you back where I found you.

Pussy and ass. Tit fucking. Slapping. Choking on cock.Minor injuries from running in the dark – scratches and bruises no doubt.

This will be playacting like before, but it will be intense. CNC. No violence, besides what's mentioned above.

Duration – 6 hours.

Proposal price – ￡9000.

"Intense is the word,"Tiff says when I read it out loud. "He's really upped his game on the hardcore front. You'll be getting me jealous at this rate."

We're sitting together on the sofa – me, her and Josh, talking about this proposal like it's just another day at work. Looking into Tiff's big, bright eyes still gives me a hint of fangirling. I remember scrolling through her comments in the forums before I got to meet her, looking up to her as a hardcorer idol. I'd known she'd been an entertainer for User 706 before I accepted his first proposal, and I was over the moon when I got a five-star review alongside hers. And now, hell, I'm so excited this one's come through on the back of it.

User 706 was my first foray into consensual non consent, and I'd been so caught up in the role that I'd almost believed it. I crawled through cow shit at a farm in the middle of nowhere, trying to get away from him, and he'd pinned me to the floor with his boot, until I'd finally given up the fight and let him use and abuse me.

I get shivers as I think about what he did to me that night… good shivers.

Tiff takes my phone to read my proposal through again. Only a few hours now, and I'll be in a cab, heading over to the starting point, ready for User 706 to grab me in the dark.

"I have no idea where this house is he's talking about," Tiff says. "I've never been there. I get the feeling he's from a family with a big farming portfolio, so maybe it's some rundown place he hasn't done up yet."

"You've only been chased through the farm?"

"Yeah, and it's got rougher and rougher every time, but this kidnap thing, being trapped in a house with him." She fake fans her face. "It's a new one." She hands my phone back. "I'm officially jealous."

I grin. "I'm sure you'll get your turn."

"I hope so, and I hope it's soon. He hasn't seen me in a while. I guess you're his new favourite. You're pissing on my pussy parade, Holly." I love the humour in her voice.

Josh is quiet while we laugh, nothing more than a gentle smirk on his face as he observes us. I wonder what's going on in his mind right now. Is he scared for me? Is he jealous? If he is, he isn't showing it. His hand is on my knee, nice and steady. Composed.

It'll be another late one for me tonight. The proposal ends at 5.30 a.m. tomorrow morning, and fuck knows what kind of bedraggled state I'll be in when I get back. Thoughts of an abandoned house in the darkness feels a scary prospect. I might be as white as a ghost, as though I've been in Poltergeist, not earning ￡9k on a hot ass proposal.

Tiff sighs. "Damn, I love CNC, and this guy is one of the best at it. So many clients are all about grabbing you in the darkness and straight up pussy fucking, which is ok, but he takes it to a whole other level."

Judging from the way my tingles are stirring, I guess I'm going to grow to be quite a CNC lover, too.

"So, what's your proposal tonight?" I ask her, admiring her red latex outfit. She's all made up ready to go. Just a flying visit.

"Just standard DP, two in the ass at the end," she says, as though taking two cocks at once is run of the mill. "And on that note, I'd better get to it. Enjoy," she says and pulls me in for a hug. She reaches for Josh next and kisses him on the cheek, then waggles a finger at him. "And don't worry yourself crazy, Joshua. User 706 is cool as, always a gent at the end, and Ella is going to love it just as much as she did last time, if not more."

"Alright, Miss Know it All," he says, and I adore the way they do the tongue poke at each other. I only hope I get to know him as well as she does one day. They are like two peas in a very close pod.

In the meantime, I have User 706 to get to know a little bit better…

I make sure I look like a slut as I get ready to cab it to the park. Short skirt. Crappy tights. A crop top that's so small it barely covers my bra, straining over my tits to show off my cleavage. High heels, scarlet lipstick, and my hair in a cascade of jet-black curls down my back.

"How do I look?"

I do a spin for Josh, pouting with a hand on my hip.

"Hot enough that I'm tempted to bind you up myself, hurl you into the bedroom and take his slot. How about it? I'll pay you double what he's offering."

I roll my eyes. "I would pay you for that pleasure, numbskull." I sigh and fan my face. "It's so tempting, my love, but my fate has already been sealed."

Josh chuckles. "You really are a good actor, you know? No wonder Daddy loves you so much. And User 007 or whatever his handle is."

"Thanks for the compliment," I tell him, "and it's User 706."

Josh tuts. "You even remember his number. Must be a memorable guy."

"Stop trying to wind me up," I say, "there's only one memorable guy in my life, and he's the sweetest, most gorgeous, incredible, amazing guy you're ever likely to meet."

Josh smirks. "You'll have to introduce me sometime."

I smirk right back. "Did I mention he's got something special down below and boy does he know how to use it? And no one else could ever measure up to such an amazing package."

"He does sound amazing," Josh says, "I've been having some ideas of my own about this CNC malarkey."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

"You gonna tell?" The way he's looking at me, green eyes scorching, is heating up my pussy.

His turn to roll his eyes. "Hardly gonna spill the beans and give you advanced warning, am I? You'll just have to wait until it happens."

His energy is bristling, low and deep, as though he's looking at me through User 706's eyes and not his own. Josh's sexual vibe can change in seconds – that much is already clear – and I love that about him. What an amazing perk of being an experienced entertainer. Being able to change your own sexual energy in a heartbeat.

"You're a bloody tease," I tell him, "getting my panties all wet. Anyway, I'd better go," I say as my pick-up time approaches. "I'll see you in the morning. Don't worry about waiting up for me. Seriously, I'll be fine."

"I know that. The Agency are shit hot on safety checks," he says, stepping up to me. "But that makes no difference. You know full well I'll be waiting up for you. I always will. Just promise me one thing, ok?"

I smile up at my gorgeous boyfriend. "Anything."

"Promise me you'll use your safe word if it comes to it. Don't push yourself past your own limits for the sake of five stars. It'll never be worth it."

"I promise I'll use the safe word if I need it, Josh. I won't ever push it too far. No way."

His eyes don't move from mine. "You say that now like it's nothing, but this is a hardcore game you're walking into. If you freak out for real, scream the safe word, call it off and get the fuck out of there. I'm one text away. I'll be right on over to get you."

His stare is so genuine that it makes my heart pang.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. Send me a done and safe message as soon as it's through, remember. I'll be waiting."

"Sure will. DS. I'll send it right over."

"Have fun, baby."

"I will," I say with a smile.

"Lucky bastard," he says, and gives me a playful slap on the ass as I walk away.

I'm surprisingly steady and confident as I strut across the courtyard to the waiting cab. Yeah, I'm a hardcorer now. I love the bloom of pride I get. I'm a hardcorer. I'm a hardcorer. I'm a hardcorer. The dream of dreams. I'm really making it. My proposals are ramping right up on the scale.

I give the cab driver the address and he double checks with me, as though I'm bat shit crazy, but I reply without a hint of hesitation.

My confidence stays with me until the cab reaches the far depths of the East End. That's when the memories truly start hitting home. I recognise the collections of stores at random locations on the way, and they get more and more cheap looking the further we go.

User 706 has chosen his starting spot deliberately, and it must have taken some scoping out on his part. It's a park track on the edge of a shit estate, dilapidated, rough, and out of view. My skin prickles, remembering the last time he grabbed me. Thank fuck I'm going to be used by a guy who's paying a lot of money for the privilege, not by one out to take it for free.

I arrange for the driver to return at 5.30 in the morning – a triple rate promised. I only hope he'll be there. He definitely doesn't look all that keen when he agrees. I give him a fifty quid tip and that seems to seal the deal.

"No problem. See you at five thirty."

I watch the cab drive away before I click arrived on the app, and then I wait for my instructions. I haven't worn a coat on purpose, to look like even more of a slut. A trembling, cold one – but the adrenaline will warm me up soon enough. My heart is already pounding, remembering the primal fear of the chase.

I've made sure I'll be able to get a decent run in. My heels are high, but not crazy enough to hold me back. I'll be able to use them, and I'll need to. My nerves are on edge, ready to sprint for my life.

Josh was right. It's so easy to brush off a proposal as no big deal when it's just a load of text on an app, but when you're about to be hunted through the night by a filthy brute of a stranger in a ski mask, the reality turns up to maximum volume. But I remember Tiff's words, always a gent at the end. He was a true gent last time. He might be rough, but it's playacting. I'm the one that's really in control.

My phone PINGS and I fucking jump.

Jesus Christ!

The instructions are the same as the last time.

Walk. Don't look behind you.

I take a breath before I set off, hating how loud my heels sound on the path. The council have chucked some token gravel down here since I came last, but if they fixed the streetlights their efforts didn't last long. At least half of the bulbs are smashed again.

Gravel and broken glass on the floor. Nasty combination.

My imagination starts up in earnest…

I just hope he doesn't shove me down in it. I hope my knees aren't shredding and bleeding, with his cock in my throat before he's so much as dragged me along to his van.

I let my mind spin with every step, trying to build up the adrenaline in my veins. I want this to be the best scene User 706 has ever had. I want to be as petrified as I can be when he comes for me.

I'm still walking along when I get a flash of familiarity at the sight of one of the streetlamps up ahead. I know this one, next to an overhanging tree. This is the one he grabbed me under last time. This is where User 706 clamped his gloved hand over my mouth and told me I was a slut who was clearly asking for a fucking.

My pussy betrays me. Wanting it. But the fear defends me, and I pick up my pace, striding faster as I wait for him to strike.

But fuck, how User 706 makes me wait for it.

I hesitate when I reach the lamppost, my heart racing, legs trembling, braced for him to leap out of nowhere. I take my phone from my bag, pretending to check a message,

But no. Nothing. Just the rustle of leaves in the breeze.

I set off walking again, fear spiking, heart going way too fast, expecting him to leap from every bush I pass.

I must have walked at least a quarter of a mile in the darkness, getting colder until my teeth are chattering, even though my heart is still racing. The gravel peters off and turns to mud, and the brambles get rife, spearing me from the sidelines. The grotty buildings of the estate disappear into the distance, and it's like I'm in the middle of nowhere. No more token benches or dog turd bins to be seen. No streetlamps. Nothing… until a tall metal fence appears up ahead. I go to pull my phone out, thinking maybe I've gone the wrong way, but how can I have taken the wrong route? It's been a straight line, with nowhere to turn off. So, no. I leave my phone alone. I ponder as I look at the scene before me, crossing my arms to keep myself warm.

There is something ominous about the glow from beyond the metal fence. I step up to it slowly. Quietly. There's a faded security light on the corner of a building, and it's glowing dim orange.

This isn't a mistake. I can feel it. User 706 wants me here.

I look closer at the metal fence. Sure enough there's a gap. It looks like it's been cut with cutters. I move up close and peek inside, and there's a solitary van in the car park – white and grubby. His van. I remember it on sight, so what the fuck do I do? Walk right on up to it?

The confusion has me heady. I'm teetering, unsure, still to make a decision, when a hand clamps over my mouth from behind and the shock knocks the wind out of me. He slams me right up against the railings, and my bag goes flying to the ground.

His breath is hot, up against my ear.

"Really are a desperate little bitch, aren't you? You were going to walk right on up to the snare, so needy you'd offer your cunt on a fucking platter. I've been following you through the whole fucking park, hoping you'll run into a piece of dick to take you. After all, you wouldn't be dressed like this if you weren't after cock. Not in this shit hole."

He still has his hand clamped over my mouth when he yanks me back from the fence. I try to slap his other hand away from me, but it's pointless, he's way too strong and his fingers are on a mission. They hitch my skirt up and squirm a wormy path across my slit through my thong and tights, and I hate how I moan for him as he does it. He grips and tears, and his fingers are right against me. He forces two inside my pussy without pause, finger-fucking me as he talks.

"See my van over there?" he says, and I nod against his gloved hand, trying my hardest not to grind against his horny fingers. "I'm going to tie you the fuck up, and take you where I want, and you're going to be my fuck doll. A toy to play with whenever I want you. I just hope you're not afraid of ghosts." His laugh is so cold. "And scream all you fucking want but it's pointless out here," he says. "Now, give me your hands so I can get you bound up and ready for the ride. You're such an easy capture, you know? Pathetic, really. I hoped you'd try harder."

He jams his fingers into my pussy one last time, so deep I cry out. Even through my whimpering victim mode, he's underestimated the instinctive fight left in me. The moment he lets me out of his grip and goes for the rope, I swipe up my bag and I'm off like a deer on the run. I crash through brambles, with my breath in my ears, not giving a fuck where I'm sprinting to. Gravel, glass, a shit hole of a housing estate, I don't care. All that matters is racing in the opposite direction. Getting the hell away.

The brambles are lethal around my legs, tearing my tights to shit. They snag and catch, and scratch, and I stumble and almost fall, but it only heightens my adrenaline. I expect him to catch me up in no time, but he doesn't. I don't even hear him. I keep on running until I'm back on gravel, starting in shock as it crunches under my heels. I've run a long way, and the adrenaline has hidden how exhausted I am. My throat is so dry it's parched as I lean against one of the streetlamps.

I spin on the spot, trying to orientate myself. I hitch my bag higher around my neck this time, ready to run, and that's when I see him behind me – running right at me. Shit. I try to start another dash, but I'm too late and he bowls me over, scraping the fuck out of my knees as I land on the gravel. I cry out, arms flailing, trying to get him the fuck off me, but I'm whimpering, too exhausted to fight when I finally flop flat to the ground.

"You really thought I'd let you escape?" he laughs again, and I hear the pride in his voice. So fucking smug.

He's planned this. He's worn me out, dashing this way and that on purpose until I'm exhausted.

"Come on," he says as he gets to his feet. He bends down and takes a fistful of my hair. I feel like such a cheap, broken bitch as I scramble up for him. I have no voice left to scream, so I let him tug me along by my hair on my tired legs, whimpering every step of the way. Please, please, please, I say. But I don't even know what I'm asking for.

I hate walking back through the brambles, getting so many more lashes as we go. The bastard chooses my position deliberately, pushing me to the side where the spikes are at their worst, and they stab, and scratch. Stab, and scratch. Stab, and scratch.

And that's where it truly begins to captivate me.

There is something cathartic about it. Being a broken little bitch, walking along to my fate.

I find I'm crying when the metal fence comes into view, and I attempt to flail again, but he puts his face right up against mine. His breath is hot and fierce through his ski mask.

"Are you going to get in my van without a fight this time, or are we going to have another round of it? Because I'll give you one. I'll give you two or three, if you like. No sweat what so fucking ever."

I cry out as he flings me free, back towards the brambles.

"Go on, run, if you really want to," he says. "I'll chase, and I'll catch you, and I'll drag you back here all over again."

"I can't…" I say, with a whimper.

"Then accept your fate and do what the fuck I say. Give me your hands and let me tie them."

Fuck, this is already intense. I try to ground myself as I hold my hands out to him.

The rope is tight when he binds me, but not cutting. He pushes me forward, staying behind me as I head to the van, and fuck I've never been so on edge. I think it's going to happen any second. We won't even get to the van. He's going to shove me to the ground and fuck me. I'm shaking like crazy as I go, but he doesn't attack, just steps up to the van in front of me and opens the back doors.

I don't even protest when he lifts me up and throws me in the back of the van, just cry like a sad little girl. Because that's what he's paying me to be. I'm here to be used at his mercy.

He doesn't speak as he slams the rear doors and climbs up into the driver's side. There's no attempt at any conversation as he turns the ignition and sets us off on our way.

I bump along, skidding across the floor of the van whenever he takes a sharp corner, but I let it happen. The rumble of the van becomes almost soothing as my mind wanders.

I'm bound. Exhausted. And he's going to take advantage of it…

I clench my thighs, imagining being his fuck doll. I roll onto my back, and let Holly the whore take over me, recalling the nights I've spent fantasising about more sessions with this monster. Since my hands are bound at the front, I manage to rub myself, just a little. Teasing myself on the journey. It's like I'm in a horror movie, as the sexy main star. And this guy is the sick villain, set to destroy me.

Why does it turn me on so fucking much?

Why am I already trying to rub my clit with bound wrists?

It's a long journey, so my pussy is teased beyond measure by the time the van pulls up and the engine goes silent. My fears come back with a vengeance as User 706 arrives at the back of the van and opens the doors.

"Get over here."

He grabs my elbow and manhandles me along, out of the van and along a paved garden path I nearly trip on. Here it is. The house his proposal was talking about. He unlocks the front door and shoves me into a grimy hallway, then he practically pulls me up some stairs. We take a right turn, then another, and it smells like stale damp when he opens another door and shoves me inside. I get carpet burn on top of gravel scratches as I land on my knees.

"Ten seconds," he says. "Then it really is chase time. Count slowly once I close the door."

I nod for him, and he slams the door so hard I feel the tremors.

One… two…

The stink hits me. Damp and musty. Gross.

Three… four…

I start trying the bonds on my wrists, squirming.

Five…

I feel the cord that he's deliberately left loose, but I don't tug on it. Not yet.

Six… seven…

The adrenaline picks back up, knowing what's coming. I feel my blood pumping.

Eight…

Ready.

Nine…

Set.

Ten...

Go.

Go, go, go, fucking go!

It's instinctive flight – such a powerful force in the human body to escape and run free at all costs. I wrestle out of my wrist bindings, fingers quaking, and then I adjust my bag, thankful it's still zipped up. There's barely a hint of light coming through the windows, but at least it's something. The curtains aren't closed, so I haul myself up and dart over there. Under the moonlight outside I can see nothing but fields. I really am in the middle of nowhere.

I try the windows, but of course, they are locked. I try to adjust my eyes to the room around me, blinking frantically, and manage to make out a mattress on the floor, and a wardrobe in the corner. I file it away as a potential hiding spot. Wardrobe.

My heart is in my throat as I slide along the wall to reach the bedroom door. I pass a light switch on the way, but the bulb is out, no shock there. I think about using the torch app on my phone, but no, he'd see me coming a mile off. The door has a round metal handle, and it creaks as I twist it. Shit. I hold my breath, waiting, but nothing comes.

Oh my fucking God. Roleplay or not, this is fucking terrifying. I'm grateful that there's another window on the landing that lights up my route down the hallway. It turns a sharp right at the bottom, and I catch sight of a bathroom. I don't even want to look in there. I can smell it bad enough already.

There is no carpet along this part of the landing, and my heels are loud against the wood. I could do without that, so I kick them off and abandon them. I grip the banister rail and take the stairs down, one slow step at a time. I'm managing to a navigate a bit, or so I think until I look up and realise this place is way more than two floors. This building must house a fuck ton of bedrooms.

And somewhere around here lurks User 706.

I wonder if he's got his eyes on me right now…

I get to the ground floor, and keep on going, grateful for the white light of the moon through the window. The carpet on this section of hallway has a huge floral print, it's threadbare, and looks like something from a psycho horror. I hear something… a rattle… or was it something scuttling? Rats!? Or him, teasing me, making my heart pound all over again? When the front door appears up ahead of me, I run, slamming myself into it as I grapple with the door handle.

There's no point, and I know it. Of course he's locked it. My mind tells my body, but my body doesn't listen, just keeps on trying, putting all of my weight into it. Shouldering the door time and again. I don't realise the screams and yells are mine for the first few seconds, as they sound so detached and distant.

HELP! HELP! I'M TRAPPED! PLEASE, HELP ME! PLEASE! FUCKING HELP ME!

I hear a loud thump on the landing above me, shit, and I bolt back across the hallway and turn into an unknown room. A living room. I see sofas, and a coffee table, and no, NO. There's no place to hide in here. I'm back out through the door, running faster as I hear the thumping of footsteps on the stairs, and I dart through the next doorway. A kitchen. Yes. It looks like a kitchen. I crash into a bin and send it flying with a BOOM, as the metal hits the floor. Damnit. I press my back against a fridge, and try to collect myself, eyes trying to focus. I know he's coming by now, I know he's after me. I know he's coming to get me.

I see a door on the other side of the room, so I dash for it. A dining room. A big table. Yes, it'll do. I throw myself under it, crouching with panting breaths as I pull the chairs in towards me, trying to hide.

Then he calls out. The words from the proposal.

"Here, kitty kitty. Where are you?"

He's in the kitchen. I see a flashlight roving around the room through the open door.

"Where are you, bitch?" he says, and I flinch as I hear him kick the fallen bin.

I repeat my safe word in my head. Flag, flag, flag. I can use it if I want to, and right now, I'm on the edge. Because this doesn't feel like a game anymore. It feels like I'm in a horror movie. He sounds like a sick fuck, laughing as he calls out to me again. Here, kitty kitty.

I hold my breath, knowing he'll come into the dining room, but he doesn't. The flashlight disappears and he's off again. So, I take my chance. I have to.

I crawl out from under the table, and scuff my way back through the kitchen on my sore knees. He's in the living room. I can see the flashlight through the doorway as it darts around.

I know my way around enough by now to haul myself to my feet, and sneak down the hallway right past him. I take hold of the banister rail, and creep upstairs, but when I get to the next floor, I keep on going. Another flight, and I tiptoe down another hallway, with doors on either side. I pick the one at the end, grateful again for the scrap of moonlight through the windows.

Another bedroom, but this one has a high bedframe, and I can just about crawl under it. That's where I stay. Prickling, panting, tingling. Alive.

I don't need to use my safe word. I don't. I hold it in. I won't break. No matter how fucked up it feels.

I roll onto my back and stay as still as I can, listening out for his voice as he plays this sick game to its fullest.

Here, kitty kitty. You know I'm going to find you.

Yes, he is.

I urge my body to calm the fuck down. I deep breathe, letting the air out slowly, and call on my need for submission. The craving that always drives me wild.

Here, kitty kitty.

He's getting closer. His voice is getting louder.

I hear him heading into rooms along the hallway, but he's playing. I know I've left this one open. Did I do that on purpose? Fuck!

Here, kitty kitty.

I remember how fucking big he is, so dangerous looking in his ski mask. I remember the way he manhandled me before, so fucking rough but so fucking hot.

Hot and scary.

Petrifying.

But hell… the feeling begins to take over me. Slut vs scared little girl, running away from him…

I know which one I'd rather be.

It's time to be a slut now. Fuck it. Time to please him. Time to be Holly, the dirtiest little bitch I can be.

I spread my legs as his footfalls get ever louder, circling my clit just a touch. He's checking in every room with his flashlight. I catch glimpses of the beam, and think of his cock, hard in his pants as he hunts me.

Here, kitty kitty.

I'm wet, even though I'm petrified.

But I want to be petrified… this is the game.

I'm still playing with my clit when his boots thump into the room. The flashlight zips around as he walks, and he knows where I am, I can feel it.

"You coming out, like a good bitch?" he asks, and kicks the bottom bedpost, but I don't move. I flinch as he kicks it again. "Come on, slut. Come out and fucking take it."

I'm contemplating moving like he says, but shriek like a banshee as he drops to the floor and reaches out to grab at me. He gets an ankle, but I kick him off, scrabbling to get out and away from him. I'm nearly there, or I think I am. I'm almost out of the other side of the bed when he appears over me, standing tall with the flashlight aimed right down at my face, blinding me.

"Here she is, kitty kitty," he says, and puts his boot on my chest, crushing my tits, before he jiggles them with tips of his toes. It's so fucking degrading. "Show me what you've got for me," he says, and takes his foot away. "Get those big fucking tits out and mash them together like a good slut."

I can't see his masked face, since I'm blinded by the light, but I make sure my teeth are clenched, showing my contempt. I remove my bag from around my neck and then pull my crop top and bra down for him, displaying myself under the spotlight. I hold my tits together like he wants me to, and he laughs as he toes them again.

"Spread your slutty legs now," he tells me. "I'll make you regret it if you don't."

I make sure I waver long enough to show a touch of fight, but then I obey, spreading my legs open wide.

My skirt is so short it rises naturally, and that's where he aims his boot next. He presses his toe right against my pussy and grinds it into me. It shouldn't feel nice, but it does. It feels really fucking good, and I squirm, still holding my tits tight.

"You're a horny bitch, aren't you?" he says. "You've been teasing me. Running away when you wanted it all along."

"I didn't know I wanted it," I say, my voice almost broken, I'm so parched. "Not until now."

"And now you do want it? Is that what you're telling me?"

"I can't run anymore… I can't…"

"That's not what I asked, bitch. I asked if you want it or not."

I pause, staring up at the light, moving my hips to keep his toe grinding.

"I'll take it," I say. "If you'll let me go again after. If you'll let me go free."

"THAT'S NOT WHAT I ASKED!" he barks, and his voice is thunderous in the silence.

"I'm sorry!" I say. "I'll take it, I swear. And yes, I want it. I want whatever you give me. I'll take it all, just please say you'll let me go again. Please!"

"I'll make you a deal," he says, and presses his boot harder on my crotch. "If you're a good slut, and please me enough, I'll let you go."

"I will please you enough, I swear," I say. My character builds. Holly comes to life, springing up in my psyche like a wanton little vixen. "I'm a dirty bitch, and you know that. You saw it, right when you first set eyes on me in the park. I'll show you. I'll show you right now."

I wriggle under his foot, trying to get myself off on his filthy sole, well aware what a cheap little slut I must look like.

"Here," I say, and let go of my tits, daring to snake my hands down my body. "Let me show you how wet I am."

He raises his foot just enough for me to tear my tights off and pull down my thong. I frog leg myself on my back, showing off my wet pussy as he examines me with his flashlight.

"Use your boot on me again," I say. "Please. Use my cunt with your dirty boot."

He laughs. "I work on a farm," he says. "I've been walking in filth all day."

"I don't care," I say, and manage to smile. "Use your filthy boot on me. That's what I want. I'll be as dirty as you can make me."

He uses more pressure this time, rubbing the filthy rubber sole back and forth. It grates, and it's messy, just like he said. I can feel it. But I don't care. I take hold of his ankle and urge him on, telling him how grateful I am and how I'm so fucking horny I can get off on his heel. That's what a dirty bitch I am.

"Have you ever taken a boot in your cunt?" he asks me, and I shake my head.

"No, I'm way too tight for that."

"Maybe one day though, hey?"

"Maybe."

I imagine Tiff here in my place. I wonder if she'd consider it, if she was me. Taking his filthy boot in her pussy. What a fucking stretch… The thought only spurs me on.

"Please, be rough," I say to him. "Grind your heel and make me come. I need it. I've been so scared."

"You're going to come under my shitty boot?" he asks, and I nod.

"Please… I'd love it."

"Go on then, whore. Show me."

I can't believe I'm rubbing myself off on a dirty boot, holding his ankle as I squirm and wriggle. The tread is weird as fuck, so rough that it has me gasping in seconds, and the flashlight is still bright, bearing down on me as he watches.

I never fake orgasms for clients, and I don't fake this one. My clit is sparking wild when I give in to the power and grind to my own sordid beat, my tits jiggling as I gasp and come for a guy in a ski mask with his grimy boot against my clit.

He bears down heavy once I've finished, giving me a taste of his dominance.

"You owe me one now," he says, "up on your knees."

I don't need telling twice. I'm still in the orgasm high when he tosses the flashlight on the bed and unzips his jeans and frees his meaty cock. He's already so hard that the veins in his dick are straining.

I open my mouth and he's throat deep in one thrust, making me gag so hard I retch in one. I'm so parched, I don't think I'll have any spit left to lube him up, but I'm wrong. My mouth fills up as he starts up in a rhythm – his huge, gloved hand in my hair.

I make sure I retch and gulp for him, my eyes fixed on his masked face in the darkness. I suck him like a hungry bitch, lapping and popping my lips, before opening back up wide for him to jam the back of my throat, and it works. His thrusts quicken, and I can feel his crest brewing. I'm grinning around his dick as he uses me, ready for a thick mouthful of cum, but he yanks my head away before he gives it to me.

"Think you're going to get away with it that easily? A quick face fuck and I'll let you free? Not a fucking chance." He gestures to the bed. "Up on there, all fours. NOW."

I do as I'm told, yelping when he grabs my hips and drags me to the edge of the bed.

He takes the flashlight once I'm in position. The mattress is old and squeaky, and the covers feel grimy underneath me, as dusty as the rest of this place – but filthier than that is the way he tells me to spread my ass cheeks and display my dirty pink and brown for him. He shines the flashlight right on my exposed holes, and it's so humiliating when a single finger strokes my asshole.

"I could do so many things to you," he says. "All alone out here, just you and me."

I prickle at the threat in his voice, but Holly the whore sings in my filthy mind. It's just a game. Just a game…

"Do it, then. Give me that thick, dirty cock and show me how fucking rough you can be. I hope you live up to the chase."

"I will, bitch, don't you worry."

I'm bracing myself, wondering which hole he'll go for, then gasp at the thrill as his finger slides into my ass and his cock head shunts into my pussy at the same time.

"Dirty bitch," he says when I clench, squeezing both his dick and his finger.

He pulls back, grips my hips with both hands, and slams back into my pussy so hard I cry out and fall forward onto my stomach. He forces my ass cheeks apart and slams me again, the awkward stretch of my pussy making it burn so bad I cry out at the pain.

"Slut!" he says, fucking me through gritted teeth. "Slut, slut, slut, slut," with every thrust.

The bed frame quakes as he fucks me, and he pins me down by the back of my neck – the musty duvet right in my face.

"Take it, bitch," he says, like I have any choice.

I give myself up to him, a victim to his pleasure.

I'm nothing but a ragdoll slut with three play holes. Mouth, ass, pussy… they all become a blur. Fingers, mouth, dick. Whatever he chooses, wherever he gives it. I'm just a cheap piece of flesh on a rattling old bed as he tosses me around like he owns me. My safe word is the furthest thing from my mind as he pushes me harder, hurting my tits over and over, squeezing them so tight that I curse. Bastard. Then he punishes me for my backchat, spanking my ass so hard and fast I cry out some more.

And I'm there at last, in the heady, slutty headspace of my own.

I love it like this. I fucking love it.

User 706 is one hell of a good player. He knows what he's doing.

His brutal slaps have me squealing, his cock in my throat has me choking, and his thrusts in my pussy have me begging. More, more, more, fucking more! He's good at hitting the spot. Really fucking good. But I'm such an anal loving bitch now that when he switches to my ass, nudging his cock head at my needy hole, I'm panting and desperate. This is where I want his cum, and I'll suck his cock clean for him after, like a good slut. I fucking promise.

That's what I tell him.

Please, please, please. Give it to me. I promise I'll lick you clean!

He actually sighs at my words, and he pauses, just the sound of our panted breaths and my heartbeat pounding in my ears.

"Now I remember why I booked you again," he says, "you really are the best, Holly."

It's as if he's suddenly snapped out of role. I can't have that.

I reach back with two fingers, push them into my asshole and fuck myself, moaning as I do it.

"Please, your cock, take my ass, like you fucking mean it…"

He grabs my wrist and yanks my hand away.

"On your fucking back," he says.

I roll onto my back, lifting my legs high and wide to show him the prize.

He shines the flashlight on my hole. I clench and push. Clench and push.

"Dirty bitch," he says then spits on me.

Yes! Back in the zone!

"You make me dirty," I tell him and he spits again.

I feel it dribbling over my asshole and keep on clenching and pushing.

"Fuck," he says and I catch a glimpse of his hard cock in his other hand.

"I want to see your cum dribbling out of there," I tell him, "Fuck me until you fill me up, and then I'll push it back out again. I'll show you it dripping right out of me."

He pauses, just breathing, and I know he's pleased. Know he's savouring the filthy moment.

"Do it," I say, "fucking do it!" and pull my legs back further.

User 706 drops the flashlight and comes at me like a demon, slamming fast, his breaths raspy through his mask as he lets go. Despite the craziness, I grab up the flashlight, shining it down so I can see the mess he's making, and it's fucking beautiful to see his meaty veined cock sliding in and out of my stretched asshole.

"Harder!" I tell him, "Harder!" and he fucking growls as he clambers over me. The flashlight goes tumbling and I'm pinned, my thighs crushing my tits as he fucks me like a demon, slam after slam and I feel the beautiful swirl of sparks inside.

"Yes… yes… yes… more! Faster!"

No words from him. Just growls and grunts and hisses as he picks up the pace, reaming my ass like a piston, his spit raining like tickles on my face with every slam. The sound of flesh smacking off flesh. Faster and faster and holy fuck I'm coming and my ass is milking him as he keeps on going until…

One fierce slam shunts me up the bed and he roars as he unloads inside me, my own orgasm melting my insides around his spurting cock.

My God I'm in slut heaven.

"Fuck," he says, pulling his cock away and leaving a trail of cum in its wake. He scoops it up with his fingers and presents them to my mouth.

"Thanks," I say, and lap them clean, grinning like the proud little bitch I am right now.

"Good job," he says, "really, Holly. That was just perfect. Another five stars well and truly earned."

It feels weird as hell, hearing his client words in the aftermath, but it's not over yet. I push myself up, grab the flashlight, and tell him to lean back on his elbows. He does and I hand him the flashlight, making sure his filthy limp cock is lit up.

"A promise is a promise," I say.

"Jesus," is all he says as I carefully lick his dirty cock clean, caressing his balls at the same time, licks and flicks in all the right places.

I've soon got him clean but he's also getting hard again and I'm not going to let that go. I remember last time, how much he loved my tits wrapped around his cock.

He moans when I snuggle down, spreading my tits and wrapping his dick with them.

He gives a little thrust, moaning again when I catch his dick in my mouth and suck him in.

He bucks into my tits and fucks my bobbing mouth, my teeth scraping at his growing hardness.

He's soon hard as steel again and I give it my all, squeezing my tits around him, my drool providing lube.

"Fuck!" he says, thrusting now, and I've got him, deep in my throat when the first pulsing spurt comes. I don't let go, sucking and squeezing my tits together as he grunts with every spurt.

"Fuck," he says again as his dick pops from my mouth and I let go of my tits.

The monster actually strokes my hair as I lick his cock clean all over again.

"Just… fuck," he says as he flops back on the bed and I know that I've got one very happy client.

He lies there for a while, coming down, and so do I, revelling in the moment. Proposal completed – and what a success.

I'm sure I'm on the verge of falling into dreamland when he nudges me.

"Thanks, Holly," he says, "much as I'd like to tie you to the bed and keep you here, we best make a move and get you back."

My slutty pussy tingles at the idea of an extended proposal. He could tie me to the bed, then leave. Leave me for hours, wondering, waiting…

"Maybe next time," I tell him.

"Yeah, maybe," he says.

He helps me to stand, makes sure I'm steady, then picks up my panties and ripped tights and my handbag and hands them to me.

He leads the way with the flashlight and we're soon at the front door.

Ah fuck. I realise I don't have my heels.

"Oh bollocks," I say as he unlocks the door.

He looks at me through his ski mask.

"What?"

I point down at my bare feet.

"Shit," he says. "Let's get you in the van then I'll go look for them."

He helps me into the van, turns the ignition on and sets the heater going before he goes back to the house and, as if by magic, all of the lights in the place suddenly switch on. It's a rough old building, which has clearly seen a lot better days, but there is no doubt that it was once a thriving family home.

A home like Josh and I will want one day… maybe with six kids and two dogs running around with us. I'm still imagining my future when the lights go off and the brute in the ski mask comes back out to join me, with my heels in his hand.

"Thanks," I say, and take them from him.

He hands me a bottle of water and I thank him, glugging half of it down in one. A nice touch on his part.

"You really do like this shit, don't you?" he says as we set off.

"I love my job," I tell him, "there's nothing better than a satisfied client."

"Believe me," he says, glancing at me through his ski mask, "I couldn't be more satisfied. You're one incredible girl."

"Thanks. I aim to please."

"I'll be booking you again soon enough," he says, "maybe a three-day proposal, where I leave you tied to that bed, to be taken at my whim."

"Wow," I say, "three whole days…" and my mind trails into the gutter. I nearly tell him that I'd like that until I think of Josh, pacing a hole in the carpet for three days.

"I'll give it some thought," he says and I can feel his mind whirling as he drives.

I drink the rest of my water, thinking of my gorgeous man waiting for me.

We're a few minutes early when we arrive back at the chase park. My cab isn't there when we pull up.

"Don't worry, you don't have to hang around," I tell him, but my abductor takes hold of my arm.

"Wait in here with me until your ride turns up. It's not safe around here." He smirks through the mask. "Wouldn't want you getting grabbed by any sickos or anything."

I laugh at that, and we share a moment, me and him – the fantasy well and truly over, but the memories of it are still thrumming in the air.

I like User 706. I especially liked his filthy farmer boot working my pussy. A new one for me, and a hot one. I'm imagining Josh, naked except for some great big muddy boots, when the cab pulls up.

"Thanks again, Holly," my abductor says, "you really aced it. Give you ten stars if I could."

"You're the star," I tell him, "thanks for a great time."

"See you again, slut," he says.

I giggle. "Sure hope so."

My client waits until I reach the cab before he drives off, and I watch until his van turns the corner. He's definitely a nice guy underneath the roleplay. I wonder if I'll ever see him without a mask on. I wonder if I'll ever know his name.

That's his business though – not mine. A mantra I'm becoming used to.

"Belgravia, please," I tell the cab driver, and he almost does a double take when he sees the sight of me. My crop top is a wreck, I have a handful of tights and panties balled up in my fist, and my legs are scratched to holy hell.

"You're going back to Belgravia?"

"Yep," I say. "Belgravia. The east tower."

He looks at me like I'm as crazy as User 706 did. More fool them.

I relax in the back seat, not ashamed or abashed by the fact I just got abducted for money. I couldn't give a shit if the taxi driver knows about it or not, and if he does, he can get fucked. Just like Richard Jacobs.

Holly, Ella. The separation is growing thinner. I'm both of them, the black and white becoming a very hardcore shade of grey. Ha. Ironic.

I send Josh a DS message as soon as the cab sets off, and he replies with a heart emoji and a can't wait for you to get home xx.

I wonder if he really has been up all night. I expect so.

Just as well I've saved up at least one final orgasm…

I can't wait to share it with him… along with the full gory details. I've got a dirty smeared pussy to show off, after all.