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Otter · Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 7:53 pm Post subject: My First Night Out Part 2

I was lying on the bed in the hotel room, with my ankles and wrists tied behind my back. I even managed to get some sleep. I had plenty of time to think about what had happened and what I planned to do about it. I knew I’d be able to find out who rented the room, I’d find out everything I needed to know, this wasn’t over, not by a long shot.
I heard a knock on the door and a voice announced, “Housekeeping.”
I waited for the door to open, I knew if I said anything she’d leave. I heard the lock click and the door opened slightly, "Housekeeping.” I waited for her to come in.
“Untie me, Please.”
“Oh my god! What happened to you?” The maid asked.
“I was attacked last night during the Halloween party. Please untie me.” I pleaded.
“I’m going to call the police!” The Maid said.
“No! I don’t need the police, I need to be untied!”
The maid fumbled with the rope, trying to untie it and not succeeding. “I need to call for help! You just lay still!” She told me. Like I had a choice.
“There’s a knife in my purse, is my purse still on the table?” I asked. I could hear the maid rummaging through my purse. Then I heard the click as she opened the blade of my pocketknife. A moment later she touched the blade to the rope and my legs and arms were released. I hurt. I hurt, bad. My shoulders, hips, knees, ass, back, I’d lost track of time, I must have been tied for eight or ten hours. I had to piss. I lay there thinking, as the feeling slowly came back to my legs and arms and I hurt even more. I rolled off the bed and tried to stand up, and fell because my feet were still numb. I sat on the bed and unbuckled my sandals, or tried to, my fingers were still numb too.
The maid helped me get the sandals off and got me on my feet. I headed for the bathroom, she helped me, and I pulled my pantyhose down and sat on the toilet and pissed about a quart.
“I need to call the police!” The maid said. “You poor thing, how long were you tied up like that?”
“About ten hours, just a little less than eternity.” I told her. “I don’t need the police.” I stood up and straightened my dress. Then I looked at the maid, she was pretty, and I kissed her. “Thank you!” I kissed her again.
“What happened?” She asked.
I gave her the Reader’s Digest version of the events while I washed up and checked for damage. Re-applied my lipstick, and checked my purse. I still had everything, the assholes never went in my purse. I carried a spare pair of pantyhose and changed into them, put on my sandals and checked the mirror. I still looked good, with a baby face, and light hair, I didn’t even appear to need a shave.
“Is there anything I can do?” She asked.
“Give me your name and telephone number, and keep this to yourself.” I told her.
I went home, took a long shower, and started plotting my revenge.
In the next two days I found out everything I needed to know about the four guys who raped me. Their names, where they were from, I got it all. They were mechanical contractors, working on an installation here for a couple of weeks. They were staying at the hotel sharing two rooms.
I went shopping, work allows me some freedom to travel, and I bought what I needed while I was on the road over two hundred miles from home. I visited a hardware store, sporting goods store, gunsmith, wig shop, I bought a nice light blue blouse, dark blue skirt and jacket suit, a pair of black leather pumps with five inch heels and detachable ankle straps. I wanted to look good, like a businesswoman, not slutty.
Friday night I went to the hotel and sat in the bar, I was wearing suntan pantyhose, black pumps, light blue blouse, and dark blue suit with the skirt well above the knee, and a peach scarf. My wig was about eight inches below the shoulder in dirty blond, gold anklet, gold watch and gold earrings. I looked good.
They were sitting in the hotel bar, drinking, all four of them. I was sitting at the bar, drinking Pepsi, my skirt was almost up to my crotch and I had my legs crossed. I watched them for awhile and the one who had picked me up on Halloween seemed to be checking me out. He came to the bar and took the stool next to me, moving it closer as he sat. He ordered a drink and asked if I wanted one.
“I’ve had enough.” I told him. “I’m a bit tipsy now.”
He moved closer and we made small talk, I giggled at the things that were supposed to be funny and he had his left hand on my leg. I touched him from time to time and his hand moved up my leg a little at a time. I kissed his check a couple of times and he turned into one of my kisses and our lips met. I kissed him passionately and he didn’t have a clue we’d met a week earlier. He told me his name was Dave, which I knew was a lie.
“Do you have a room here, Dave?” I asked him.
“Yes, I’m staying here for a couple of days.” He told me.
“You want to go back to your room?” I asked.
He signaled his co-workers when he thought I wouldn’t notice, then paid our checks. His friends got up and paid, and headed for the elevator. I stood and leaned on him like I’d had too much to drink. I kissed him again, we went to the elevator and his friends were on their way up. Dave pressed the up button and we stood there kissing until the door opened. When we entered the elevator I kissed him again and he pushed me up against the wall. He ground his hard on against me and I lifted my left leg, wrapping it around him while he pulled my thigh up and ground his dick into my crotch. I gave his ass a squeeze and sucked his tongue into my mouth.
He steered me down the hall to his room and inserted his key card, the lock clicked and we went in. His co-workers were sitting in the living room watching television.
“Can I use the bathroom, please?” I asked.
Dave pointed at the bathroom and I went in, closed and locked the door. I pulled off my press on fingernails and put them in a baggie. I put on my latex gloves, pulled my compact Glock out from the back of my skirt, and screwed on the suppressor. I pulled down my skirt and pantyhose and sat for a quick piss, when I was done I took off my jacket and draped it over my right hand to hide the Glock.
I unlocked the door and opened it an inch to listen. Dave was telling his friends that I was drunk and he didn’t need to put anything in my drink. “What are you doing in there?” He asked.
“I had to pee, and take off my fingernails.” I said as I opened the bathroom door. I walked out with another button on my blouse open showing some of my bra. “You didn’t tell me you were going to share me with your friends. Who wants to be first?” I asked.