A female voice was calling out for help from the darkness of the alley. The odd thing was… the voice almost sounded like it was coming from deep wit...in a tunnel. Or a hole. It was so distant and echoey. This seems like a trap. Joyce resigned herself with continuing on before she was frightened by a much louder scream of terror.“Hello?” Joyce called into the alley. “Are you okay? Should I call the poli-““HELP! HE’S GOING TO KILL ME!”Joyce dropped her umbrella as the scream startled her. She. I was balancing on the side of the bath, but relief washed over my face when I saw Allison was alone."He didn't know?"She shook her head."So what did he say?" I asked, standing up."Breakfast is in a half-hour" I'd better shower" I grinned. "I smell like your perfume"It was true, and she did her best not to look insulted."Then again" she moved forward, placing my hand on my chest,"There's plenty of room in my shower"This produced an even bigger smile from me."What, already looking for more?" I. She swabbed the outer labia on the left side with alcohol, both inside and outside, and firmly grabbing it at the place she intended to make the hole, Brianna pulled it up and to the side, applied the punch and made the piercing. For all the movement Marcia made, it may have hurt less than the tawse on her clit during our contest, or she may still be under the sway of the endorphins of four quick orgasms. She swabbed again with alcohol and inserted the hoop, about 3/4 inches in diameter. She. Next I felt myself being dragged further back into the alley by a powerful figure. Since I was unused to wearing high heels I lost my footing but the man easily continued to move, half carrying me with him. The alley narrowed and there was another bend after which we reached the dead end.I was pushed against the wall face first but not hard enough to hurt me any after which my hand was wrenched behind me. A piece of thin, hard plastic was wrapped around my wrist and tightened and then my other.