Another time Another Place Finale

“Shut it! And get over there!” “Noo! Please Richard please let me go home!” I started to sob slightly –

“That won’t do you any good – you wanted to find out what it is like to be a girl well now you are really going to find out you little bloody slut!”

His manner was very threatening and scary and I was very frightened.

I tried to struggle but he was very strong and he pushed me up against the low wall and on to a sort of stone ledge about waist height. He had another clip on the handcuffs and this he fastened to the railings.

“Now here’s the deal tart – either do as you are told or I leave you here to fend for yourself and I tell your dad that I caught you dressed as a girl and you went off on your own in to Rome – I don’t think you would like either of those things would you?

“No please, please!” I sobbed. He lifted me on to the ledge and as he did so he slid his hands up my outer thighs bringing my dress up to my waist. The angle that I was lent back at made my feet lift off the pavement and as they did so Richard forced my legs open, knelt down and put his face in between my legs. He started to lick my stockinged legs and the area between the tops and the edge of my knickers. As he did so he grunted, rubbing his hands up and down my legs, slavering and leaving dribbles of spit around the tops of my legs like a man possessed.

After a couple of minutes he stopped and glanced over at the alley entrance. He got up off his knees and walked to the entrance into the alleyway. There was a wrought iron gate which was locked against the wall – He had a Key! He unlocked it and closed it across the opening locking it in place – “Just so we won’t be disturbed!” he leered at me as he made his way back.

I looked out of the alleyway into the street but those people who did pass by, of which there were very few, either did not look into the alley or simply glanced – perhaps they realised that a man was with his girl or tart and proceeded on their way not wishing to get involved.