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...

The End