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Authors name: The Watcher (Address withheld by request)
Story title : The Watch
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The Watch (M+/F, nc, rp, intr, voy)
by The Watcher (Address withheld by request)
***
A man buys a cheap watch and discovers it has the power
to make him invisable to others.
***
Episode 1.
I had broken yet another watch, and living on my own, I
found it one of those annoying accessories I could not do
without. This time I decided I was not going to spend a
lot of money on a replacement and remembered seeing the
second hand shop down the road the other day. So I
thought I would pay it a visit to see if he had a cheap
replacement.
15 minutes later found me peering in through the shops
grubby front window. Not a lot was to be seen from here
so I thought I had better enter to see what was
available.
The owner, a dour faced little man in a grubby T-shirt
and trousers informed me that he only had one and it
would cost œ15, did I want it ?. I told him that I
thought it was usual for a potential customer to at least
view the goods before purchase. He rather grudgingly
produced the one watch that he had for sale.
It was nothing special, a round face, white with black
roman numerals, three hands showing hours, minutes and
seconds, no date and no back light, a single knurled
winder and two small buttons, one either side of the
winder, the whole thing was fitted to a plain brown
imitation leather strap. I asked the man what the two
buttons were for.
"No idea," he replied, "I only buy and sell second hand
goods." Did I want it or not, as he had better things
that waste time with me. So I bought the watch, only
because I couldn't be bothered to go into town to find
something else. I immediately placed it on my wrist,
wound it up and checked the time, was the time correct?
I wasn't sure and looking around I couldn't see a clock
with which to check it. I pressed both buttons a couple
of times but they seemed to do nothing and not wanting to
go back into the shop to ask "Mr. happy" I decided to
wait until I got home and could ring up the talking
clock.
In through the front door of my three bedroom detached
house, left to me by my favourite uncle, grab the phone
and dialed the numbers to check the time. Amazingly the
watch was telling the correct time, even down to the
second, maybe it wasn't a bad buy after all. Although I
was still puzzled by the buttons on the side.
It was by this time early evening and I thought I would
have my usual Saturday stroll down to town for a couple
of drinks, eye up the local women, grab a burger or
something, and then return home alone and frustrated.
I didn't think that I was a bad looking bloke, it was
just that I seemed to have a problem talking to women.
Maybe it was because I spent to much time on my own, even
my office colleagues were friendly but not overly so.
Right, I thought, into the shower, clean clothes and then
down the road. So up to the bedroom to dress. Standing in
front of the mirror, I found myself playing with the
watch buttons again and boy did I get the frightener of
my life. As I looked up into the mirror, I found I was
looking at a reflection of the bedroom, nothing strange
about that you would think, but the shock was that I
should be able to see myself, and I couldn't!
For what seemed like an eternity I stood there staring at
the mirror staring at the place where my reflection
should be. Whoa! I thought, what the hell is going on
here? I moved over to my dressing table and picked up a
comb and returned to the mirror where I could plainly see
the comb floating around all on its own. What was
happening to me, had I suddenly contracted some unheard
of foreign disease? Stop, think! Where had I been, aha!
The shop, the watch, what had I been doing? Playing with
the buttons!
Carefully noting what I was doing, I pressed the top
button and looked in the mirror again, no still just the
floating comb. I pressed the bottom button and "presto" I
was back. I pressed the top button again and I vanished.
I looked in the mirror and then I noticed that the comb
had also vanished and when I looked down, which I had not
done before, I realised that I could see myself and the
comb perfectly. This needed some further experimentation.
After about 30 minutes of playing with the buttons and a
waste paper bin I made the following discoveries:
If I was holding the bin and then pressed the top button,
the bin would also vanish along with me. And if I then
put the bin down and walked away as far as the room would
allow, the bin would stay invisible, although I could see
it all the time. If I pressed the "vanish" button and
then picked up the bin it would stay visible and look as
though it were floating around on its own.
This was going to be fun.
A quick shower and change of clothes and 30 minutes later
I was walking into town. No point in taking the car, I
was going to have a few beers and did not want to risk be
stopped. Hey what about going invisible and then driving
the car? No, to risky, the car can be traced to me and
then the secret of the watch might come out and that was
the last thing I wanted.
I arrived at the bar to see the usual faces and after
greeting a few I had come to know I ordered beer. I began
to think what I could do first to try out the power of
the watch, after all I had not tried to vanish in front
of anyone and couldn't be sure that it would really work.
Finally, I decided the best thing to do was to go to the
toilets, press the button, return, do something simple,
gauge the response, and return to the toilets and press
the "appear" button. I would have to be careful of people
bumping into me when they couldn't see me.
I returned to the bar in my invisible state and realised
straight away that people couldn't see. They walked
strait at me and I had to do a bit of diving around to
miss them. I walked over to the pool table were two guys
were playing a game.
I stood beside the player and just as he was about to
strike the white ball with his cue, I knocked the ball
sideways. His face was a picture, he just stared
dumfounded at the cue ball now resting six inches away
against the side cushion behind the black ball.
His friend was laughing and telling him what a useless
shot he had made, and no matter how much he protested
that he didn't do it his friend wouldn't believe him.
Great, the watch worked, what to try next?
Now I guess my darker side started to surface. Standing
at the bar was a couple, side by side. She was wearing a
shortish skirt with knee length boots and a white shirt.
I walked over and stood behind them. He was trying to
persuade the girl to go back to his flat after a couple
more drinks.
Carefully, and without touching her skirt I slid my hand
carefully underneath and ran my forefinger along the
crease of her bum over the top of her panties. She spun
around like she'd been slapped, but seeing no one she
decided it must have been her boyfriend. She obviously
was not amused and threw her drink in his face, calling
him a "sex fiend" and stormed off screaming that she
never wanted to see him again.
I burst out laughing as it was so funny seeing him
standing there wondering what the hell had happened.
Remember, he didn't know what she had just experienced
and he was now standing there looking in my general
direction, as were a couple of other people.
I was obviously invisible but I apparently could still be
heard, time to move on. I retreated to a dark corner and
shifted, as I shall now call it, and upon returning to my
drink noticed that the poor unfortunate dateless feller
had gone, still I didn't care, it was about time someone
else hadn't had their way.
As I sat with my drink listening to the two pool players
arguing about the moving ball, I decided it was time to
have some real fun. Some fun that I would enjoy. The sort
of fun I had in mind I very much doubted would be enjoyed
by the people I was going to aim it at, especially the
female targets. Time to get my own back on some of the
female population that had spurned my clumsy advances.
I was going to have to do some careful experimentation as
there was no way I could risk getting caught as they
would lock me away for a very long time and I would no
doubt loose the watch. So I decided, no more drink, I
would need to make sure I had a clear head.
I left the bar and wandered out into the street to see
who was about, and seeing no one close enough to identify
me I stepped into an alley and shifted.
I left the bar and walked past a few shop fronts to check
for any sign of my reflection in the windows, nothing.
Next I approached a bus stop where a lone woman was
waiting and made careful inspection of her clothing.
Without touching, I walked behind her and carefully took
hold of the bottom of her skirt with both hands and gave
it a quick sharp tug which pulled it down over her hips
and down to her knees exposing her red satin panties and
black lacy suspender belt with stocking tops.
She gave out a frantic scream and quickly bent over to
pull her skirt back up. But at the same time, unknown to
her, she was thrusting her bum out towards me who was
standing behind her. I couldn't resist it and brought the
flat of my hand down with a slap that could be heard
across the street.
Her scream and the slap had caused people to come to her
aid and I could hear her telling them that someone had
tried to pull her skirt off and had slapped her on her
cheeks of her bum, although she couldn't tell them who it
was or where the perpitrater had gone. A few of the
people started to look in shop doorways and I decided it
was time to move on.
Although this was going to be fun I had at once
discovered that because I could not be seen people would
automatically, in most cases, scream or shout, which was
not an ideal situation. I needed to devise a way of
silencing people. I decided to return home now and plan
some "adventures." I refrained from any serious contact
on the way home and restricted myself to pushing a couple
of drunks over a hedge into a garden and grabbing the
tits of a girl waiting to cross the road. Boy did she
freak out!
I stepped in to a shop front and shifted back to normal,
not wanting any snooping neighbours to see my front gate
and door opening without actually see the person involved
in these actions. I got in, put the kettle on for some
coffee and settled down to plan.
I found by experimenting, that if I shifted whilst
holding any object, and then put that object down and
shifted back, that although I was now visible the object
I had handled stayed invisible and not even I could see
it, until I shifted back again.
A devious plan began to form in my mind. I grabbed some
wide carpet tape, some thin rope, cotton wool, scissors,
and a small bottle of chloroform, now I was ready.
*
My first victim was about 5-ft 6-ins tall, long blonde
hair and I would guess around a 38D bust size. I'd
followed her for sometime, and although she kept looking
behind her she couldn't see me, only sense that something
maybe was not quit right.
I waited until she turned down a quite alley and then
made my move. A quick dab of chloroform on some cotton
wool, I walk up behind her and grab her round her slender
waist. 5 seconds of struggling and she was out for the
count.
First of I put some tape across her mouth which of course
remained unseen but stopped her from crying when she
regained consciousness. Then I folded her arms behind her
back and with the rope I secured her left wrist to her
right upper arm and her right wrist to her left upper
arm. This caused her tits to thrust forward, which I
liked.
She was wearing a plain blue button up blouse, a knee
length skirt that also buttoned up the front to the waist
and a pair of high heeled shoes. More investigation also
found a white cotton bra and sensible red panties with
tights over the top. Another quick sniff of the
chloroform to keep her out and then I set to work.
Off with the shoes and tights, shoes back on, tights
thrown away. Then I undid the blouse and cut off her bra
revealing her nice tits with their great big round
nipples. Then I used the scissors and carefully shortened
her skirt to about 3" below her pussy undoing all the
remaining buttons with the exception of the one at the
waistband. I rolled the top of her panties down until you
could just see the top of her pubic hair, which by the
way was something to see!
Then I turned her over and pulled her panties into the
crack of her shaply arse thereby fully exposing the
cheeks of her bum. Then without buttoning it I tucked her
blouse into the top of her skirt and made sure that it
gaped open partially exposing her tits. Perfect! She was
now ready.
She was starting to come round, so I pulled her to her
feet and walked her towards the end of the alley. Her
face was a picture, she couldn't say a word, nor could
she free her arms, but to anyone who could see her she
looked like some tart folding her arms behind her back
and thrusting her tits out.
I didn't have to wait long until three big black chaps
came along and as they drew level with the end of the
alley I pushed her forward causing her to collide with
them.
They started to swear at her and then did a double take
when they saw what it was that had dared invade their
space. "What you doin' white bitch?" One of the mem
asked.
She of course was unable to reply, just making some
muffled noises.
One of the men seeing the way she was dressed slipped his
hand inside her shirt and gave her nipple a hard squeeze.
Getting no complaints, just a pained looked, he pulled
her shirt out of her skirt. These guys knew exactly what
to do next and they bundled her into the alley where they
pulled off her skirt and surveyed their "prize".
They wasted no time and immediately unbuckled their jeans
ready for some curly action. I took this opportunity to
carefully reach round and pull the tape from her mouth
and cut the ropes securing her arms. She of course
started to scream, which earned her a stinging backhander
from one of the semi-dressed studs.
She went flying and ended up in a pile on the ground.
"One more sound bitch and I'll cut you," said one of the
men producing a wicked looking switch blade.
She began to sob but the three men were too aroused to
pay any attention her fear. The one with the knife walked
over to her, dragged her to her feet and slammed her up
against the wall, and with a deft flick of the knife he
had cut through the left and right side of the waistband
of her panties which then fluttered to the ground. He
spun her around a then whipped the blouse up over her
shoulders and down her arms.
She was now standing with her tits against the wall
wearing only her high heals. The man proceeded to kick
the inside of her right and left feet forcing her legs
apart. She begged him to let her go, which earned her
another stinging slap across her buttocks and a warning
that if she didn't shut up they would carve up her pretty
white face afterward.
The first man then pulled her feet away from the wall
forcing her to support herself with her hands lest she
fall over. He then took his big shiny black prick in his
hand and without any warning pulled her arse cheeks apart
and rammed all eight inches strait up her tight hole.
Her screams were almost exquisite to hear but they paid
no attention to them. Instead the man atacking her
clamped his hand over her mouth and began thrusting his
long dark prick into her, grunting with each thrust until
his body tensed and he emitted a long low groan, shooting
his load into her.
It was obvious that he was done when he withdrew from her
and picked up her blouse and wipping his prick with it.
The next black man pulled her away from the wall and
forced her down on her knees. He held the knife at her
throat and told her to suck him off. He yelled at her
that she better swallow it all other wise he would slice
her tits off.
My victim was crying profusely now but the black men paid
no heed to her. Her tormenter grabbed her by her hair and
forced his prick into her mouth and down her throat. Then
he yanked her head back and forwards until he too shot
his load. Finished with her, he pulled his prick out and
his come ran all down her chin and onto her tits but she
just knelt there, totally traumatised.
The last man came up behind her and with his foot in the
small of her back pushed her forward onto all fours. Then
he knelt down behind her and without a seconds thought he
buried his prick deep inside her cunt and began thrusting
in and out of her.
It looked to me that the woman, despite all she had been
through, was finding herself beginning to reach an
almighty climax. I noticed realised then that she was
thrusting herself backward on to his big black shaft each
time he thrust into her. Then he gave a low grunt and he
also deposited his load deep inside her.
When he was done, all three stood there zipping up their
jeans looking at her still on all fours on the ground,
They decided there was one final act to carry out and
searching around they soon found what they needed.
They left her there, as did I, on her stomach with her
legs tied to her arms, causing her legs to arch towards
her head with a beer bottle stuck up her pussy. Her
panties were shoved into her mouth as a gag and the
waistband of her skirt around her eyes as a blindfold.
They did perform one small act of public service as they
left the alley. On the wall our, in spray paint, the left
a large notice. "White chick ready for fucking, walk this
way and help yourself. All holes willing and able."
I wonder how many men had a go at her before the cops
found her? I walked round the corner, shifted, and went
home. I was throughly pleased with my first piece of
work. Now I would have to plan something even better,
something that would enable me to fuck some pretty young
bird rigid without her consent...
Continued?
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form.
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