She didn’t put any at all on today.”She looked around. The road was fairly clear. She had done such things in the early days with Dave but it had been years since she had even thought about doing such a thing again. Pressing her feet to the floor she raised herself and fumbled under her skirt to get them down her thighs. Kicking them off her feet she bent down to retrieve them but he stopped her. “Leave them,” he said. “I’ll send Dave out to get them when I take you back.”Ben’s hand returned to her groin and his fingers began to gently explore her sex. “So what floats your boat then, Helen?”“I... I don’t know.”Ben smiled. “There must be something that you’ve always wanted to try Helen,” he said softly. “Something that you know Dave wouldn’t want to do or something that you would be too embarrassed to either ask him to do or ask anyone else for that matter.”She remained silent as she enjoyed his teasing fingers touching her clitty.“You can tell me, Helen,” he told her. “I would never. She knew she wasn’t asleep but she wasn’t awake. She couldn’t see anything. She didn’t know if her eyes were open or not. At the edges of her consciousness, she had the troubling feeling of danger and fear. Everything was fuzzy.Slowly she felt herself regaining her senses. She felt like she was slowly climbing up from a dark well.When her eyes fluttered open, she tried to make sense of her surroundings. Everywhere she looked there was rock. She realized she was in a cave; there was flickering light coming from a couple of crude torches and a campfire. Her nostrils flared at the smoky smell.Suddenly she realized that she was restrained. Her adrenaline started to flow. She glanced at her wrists and ankles and saw they were secured to a couple of columns (stalagtytes and stalagmytes). Her arms were stretched slightly up at an angle and her legs were spread so that her feet were about shoulder width apart.Panic and fear were racing through her nervous system. She gathered a shaky breath.
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