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Note gentle reader that what follows is a work of fiction. Its sole purpose 
is for those who like this sort of story to get off on. So get your rocks 
off, but remember, its only a story, and should never be enacted in real 
life. Well, who knows.??


The scrapbook Part 1 finding it.


We were finishing up on stripping the last room of a hotel, which was being 
refurbished, and there was just one fitted cupboard beside the bed position 
to go, Sam had left and I was on my own, with maybe 10 minutes of work to go 
before I, too would be out of here and I was already imagining the drink I 
would treat myself to in the bar round the corner.

Then I saw it, as I  removed the door from the cupboard and the light 
streamed in from the window opposite, there was the corner of some sort of 
book sticking up from behind a panel which occupied the bottom third of the 
rear of the cupboard, against the wall.

I don't remember actually reaching in and teasing it out, but I found myself 
holding what could only be described as a scrapbook, cum photo album, with 
summer 2004 written on the front in Dymo label. There was no other 
identification, so I opened it..

To say I was shocked would be an understatement. Staring out of the page at 
me was a completely naked oriental lady with long black shiny hair. OK, you 
say, what is the big deal? Well, it was the, erm state of her that was 
different. The picture etched itself in my brain. She had her tongue out, 
and through it were two long needles, also needles protruded from around her 
small slightly oval, but prominent breasts, lots of them, and at the bottom 
of the picture, which stopped just above her waist, were her hands, with a 
needle under each finger nail. And although it was hard to tell, there was 
some sense of fun in her eyes.

After recovering from the initial shock of this, I realised I was getting 
hard, which  worried me a little, but I'm a red blooded male and this was a 
naked lady, I thought, justifying my arousal.

I looked at the picture for what seemed like ages, but eventually I came to 
my senses and started looking for a name or something as I thought, someone 
has lost this, surely? Now beside the picture were some photocopied pasted 
in text, apparently describing the feeling of this apparent torment on 
display, signed by the name of Lily. However, she was using words like 
wonderful searing pain, and pride to be able to do this etc, which seemed 
weird to me.

Seeing no sign of a return address, I decided to look at the many other 
pages. To say I became enraptured, would be an understatement, as the book 
was filled with pages of this and one other lady suffering all sorts of pain 
and confinement, and in some cases attempting apparently impossible tasks 
while trussed up.

The second page had another shot of Lilly, this time from her waist down, 
showing more needles in her shaved pussy lips and a vicious bulldog clip 
poking out of her slit apparently attached to her clit. Her only item of 
clothing was a pair of high heels that looked ridiculous under the 
circumstances.

Across the page was another lady, again completely naked except for heels, 
this time full length. She was a blonde, taller than Lily, (They were in the 
same picture later in the book), but with large and pert breasts, with 
slightly upturned nipples. The shocking thing here was just marks.

She stood, feet slightly more apart than you would normally, in front of an 
angled mirror, so the viewer could see all her body. Her hands were clasped 
behind her neck, and her hair was held up in a kind of rough bun. She was 
almost expressionless, but her eyes were bright, and her face slightly 
flushed.  However, as I said, her wonderful body was criss crossed with red 
welts and marks. Yes all of it, even in the mirror you could see obvious 
cane marks across her buttocks, some criss crossing the ones already there, 
and her breasts seemed to have lines and red patches everywhere. There was 
no area not touched by something, it appeared, and I became fascinated by 
the deep red welts which appeared to cross her enlarged pussy lips, and the 
glint of fluid trickling down her thigh.

Again, there was an extremely graphic description of how the marks were 
made, this time told from the person known as D, and comments from Helen, 
who one supposes is the lady in the photo.

There are many many more pictures in this book, and I'll most certainly post 
some of the descriptions of them later on.. Oh, no, I still have this book, 
nobody has come to the hotel to ask about any missing items, and thus its 
still here and I still have no idea who these people really are, save the 
pictures in the book. I'd love to meet them though!


I envisage any further parts containing descriptions of tortures tasks and 
stuff apparently taken from the pictures and words of the book.

The fact that we have no idea who these people are, etc, makes it quite 
frustrating, I hope
Brian!


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