The Dark Passage

DARK EROTICA | GANGBANG FANTASY | FICTION | EXTENDED PREVIEW

What if submitting to a stranger is all part of your fantasy? Enter Millie, a girl with dark fantasies, an adrenaline junkie in search of the ultimate experience, the ultimate orgasm.

Asked why she does it she replies, “Am I mad? Asking a complete stranger to abduct me, abuse me, no safe word, no get out clause. To my friends and probably the rest of society, yes, I probably am. What if they hurt me or even kill me? But then people climb mountains tied to ropes, sometimes they fall and die or are seriously injured, but others still do it. It’s the thrill, the adrenaline rush. These are my mountains.”

In A Dark Passage, she is barely in the foothills but is already having the ride of her life.

Before you read on, as the teller of her stories I feel I should warn you, Millie steps into the darkness as she explores her fantasies of being kidnapped, used and abused. If you are uncomfortable with these themes do not read.

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Millie tugged at the hem of her short, black skirt for the hundredth time. Any shorter and it would be showing her knickers. Well, she thought, it would if she was wearing any.

She had followed his instructions precisely. There were no stockings on her thin white legs and she wriggled her behind as she felt the butt plug move inside her. The thick, high heels of her black shoes clacked on the pavement as she stopped at the entrance of the alley.

She glanced around, lights from late-night shops reflected from the wet pavements, a taxi splashed past her, she could hear distant, drunken voices from the end of the street but otherwise, the city seemed quiet, holding its breath.

The passage was dark, its opening like a toothless mouth. A dangerous place for dreams to come true, she thought. Would it spit her out alive or simply swallow her forever?

She stepped into the gloom. It seemed to wrap around her, heightening her senses. She felt her nipples swelling, hardening into buds as they rubbed against the thin material of her T-shirt. A tingling sensation seemed to spark between her legs and rise up through her.

The alley was long and narrow, it smelt of decay and stale beer. Discarded food wrappers and cans crunched under her feet. Dark buildings towered above her and only the strip of moonlit sky and the occasional dim light from a window far above lit her way.

“You lost?” A voice said from the shadows of a doorway to her right. “No one comes down here,” he emphasized the word ‘comes’, “It don’t lead nowhere.”

The owner of the voice loomed out of the doorway and blocked her way. He was big, his shadow seemed to tower over Millie, blocking out the faint light.

She turned back in a moment of panic, all her instincts telling her to flee, but there were two more figures behind her.

The big man grabbed her arm and spun her back to face him. She could smell the scent of arousal on him.

Close up her face was level with his chest. Beneath his open shirt his tanned skin, matted with black hairs, glistened in the faint light as it rippled over the taut muscles.

She felt his paw of a hand push her legs apart and cup her sex.

“This one’s got no knickers,” he said over her shoulder. “You looking for a fuck, girl?

Millie opened her mouth but no sound came out.

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