The Bunker (Queen Be Damned Sheiba & Figgy)
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				Title: <strong>The Bunker (Queen Be Damned Sheiba &amp; Figgy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Figgy</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 00:45:08</strong>
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				"This place is still cosy, despite the weather" He thought. He was getting ready to leave his "bunker" he had dug and built this with his own hands. He had planned this over many years and it was nearly finished not that he ever thought he would get to use it. It was very secure and secluded in the middle of a wood. <br>It was built into the side of a hillock and was very well protected. The only time it could be seen was when the door was open which it was now but nobody would be around with the weather this bad. He was getting ready to leave and return home. Happy that his Bunker was a masterpiece. <br>He was just exiting when he hear and just glimpsed someone coming. Oh no this was the worst possible thing to happen - questions would be asked! What was this doing here who owned it. <br>He just had time to slip out and hid behind a large tree - whoever was coming might not see him. <br>The wind was howling and the rain pounding, just like his heart.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>Queen Be Damned Sheiba</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 01:41:27</strong>
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				"Shit, shit, shit!" She cursed silently to herself as another bolt of lightening split the sky. She'd been stupid, going off hiking by herself even with the signs of a large storm approaching. Now she was stuck in the down pour with little to protect herself but the shade of the trees. As she moved quickly through the forest her eyes fell on an opening, a shelter seemingly dug out of a large hill. Giving little thought she ran, sprinting towards the dry protection offered by the bunker. Once inside she stopped against the back wall, dropping her pack and taking&nbsp; a minute to catch her breath. After recovering she pulled a flash light from her bag and shown it around the room. It was well kept, no old leaves or cobwebs. There were a few sad locked boxes against the walls. "Huh... Must be someones hunting bunker or something." She thought aloud moving back to her bag and rooting around for a towel to dry off with.
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				Post by: <strong>Figgy</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 12:59:17</strong>
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				The girl has run from the rain and had gone straight passed him into the bunker, he didn’t think she had seen him at all, she was distracted by the weather. He kept a very close watch on the path and surrounding woods he wanted to make sure she was totally alone. Was this the end or just the beginning of his dreams –<br>He had spent the last two years building his “bunker” in the middle of the wood. Initially he had spent 2 months choosing the spot setting up a bird watching nest so that he could observe not birds but the activity of passers by – and there almost never any visitors to this place. <br>Then he had started to dig deep into the hill, He had built two back rooms complete with electric light connected to a very small wind turbine and battery hidden high in the trees.<br>The idea was the front room would look like a bird hide if discovered and nobody would every see the back rooms hidden deep in the hillside. <br>&nbsp; <br>(http://)<br>Once he was sure there was nobody else around he turned towards the door. If she had found the back room’s there was going to be trouble of one sort or another if not he would have to get rid of her and lock it up but that in itself was dangerous for him either way this was a very tricky situation, he walked slowly towards the door and peered in – what was she doing?<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Queen Be Damned Sheiba</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 05:48:26</strong>
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				"There we go." She muttered to herself, dropping the towel over her head and rubbing it to remove the access water from her hair. She let it drop to her shoulders, turning to dig around in her bag again. She pulled out a small lantern, turning it on and setting it on the ground. She kept her back to the door though, still wholely unaware of the man standing at the door. She moved quickly, pulling away the damp shirt sshe wore and drapping it over one of the lock boxes.<br><br>She turned then, her eyes sweeping the room, noticing for the first time a male figure standing in the doorway. She gave a small shreik and jumped backwards, her chest heaving as she pressed against the back wall.<br><br>"Oh my god." She said after a moment, laughing nervously and putting her hand over her chest. " you scared the crap out of me." She told him, moving the towel to cover her exposed breast. " I didn't think anyone else was out in this mess."
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				Post by: <strong>Figgy</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 10:47:54</strong>
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				He moved stealthily toward the door he wanted to keep quiet and at the same time keep an eye on surrounding forest to ensure that there was nobody else around. <br>He stood near the door and looked in. She was at the back of the room, searching in her backpack for something. Her slim figure and jet black hair almost took his breath away - she was beautiful - truly spectacular. He could not have wished for more!<br>Then reaching for a towel she started to remove her wet t-shirt. He was surprised at this but excited at the prospect of seeing her body. She was slim and her breasts suited her athletic figure perfectly. She was significantly smaller than he was - he stood at over 6 ft tall and was athletic and strong - actually building the bunker had contributed to his loss of any excess weight he was carrying and had assist him in shaping and defining his strong shoulders. <br><br>She reached for the bag again and her hand came within a whisker of the lever to open the secret door to the anti chamber. <br><br>He was certainly enjoying watching her topless display. <br><br>He inadvertently stepped further into the doorway and obviously had moved in a way that caught her eye and she turned to see him. <br>She covered herself up with the towel and he didn't like that. <br>&nbsp; <br>"I got lost" he said "I saw you and thought you knew the way to the road so I followed"<br><br>"What are you doing here?"<br><br>He had to check her motives and see what she was doing there. <br>Also he moved imperceptibly into the middle of the doorway making sure that there was no way she could get past him even if she wanted to.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Queen Be Damned Sheiba</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 11:45:28</strong>
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				Her eyes did a quick once over of the man in the door way. God, he was enormous compared to her... then again she was small in comparison to most people though. Only 5'3 and thin. She smiled at him, staying behind her lantern.<br><br>"I guess you got caught in the storm too huh?" She kept the towel wrapped tightly around herself and looked down at her bag. He seemed sincere enough, but she wasn't best known for how well she could read people. "I made a stupid mistake and ducked in here for shelter."<br><br>"I don't really know how to get back to the road, but once the storm clears up I should be able to get a signal on my gps phone and call my friends." 
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				Post by: <strong>Figgy</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 12:01:22</strong>
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				She looked demure but still sassy. <br>"Are your friends around?" He knew for a fact there was zero phone signal in these parts. <br>"Look" he said theres a light switch here - he pressed it and a single bulb in the side of the wall illuminated the room - it was as a low voltage light but more than enough. <br>"I think I'll shut the door" he said ensuring that he did it anyway - once the door was closed there was no way she could escape. <br>She had no time to cross the room before he swung the door shut and trying to be unnoticed he turned the key and locked the door - removing the key in a single motion. <br>He then turned towards her to see what she was doing slipping the key into his pocket as he turned. Internally he felt more confident and smiled to himself.
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				Post by: <strong>Queen Be Damned Sheiba</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 12:19:05</strong>
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				"I have no idea where they are." She told him. she leaned down, reaching for a dry shirt from her bag and slipping it over her head. She heard the door close and something more... perhaps a latch of some sort?<br><br>She looked back up at him, seeing him push his hand into his pocket. "I'm Lex by the way. Alexia. My friends call me Lex anyway." She was rambling, she did that when she got nervous. The room seemed smaller with both of them in it and with the door closed.<br><br>"Um What's your name? Where you camping to?"
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				Post by: <strong>Figgy</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 12:36:53</strong>
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				"I'm a birdwatcher" he said as he smiled. A smile that could almost been perceived as handsome in another setting and another place.<br><br>He knew that no line had been crossed yet but the fact that he had locked the door was a barrier crossed for him. Now he was seeking a way to move things on. <br>The initial room was quite small and quite bare. To him it was obvious that there was a room beyond and to the left and another smaller one to the right - he knew what to look for but she hadn't seen them yet. Again when she moved her bag she almost hit the catch to open the door to the "bed" room. <br>"Nice to meet you lex"<br>"This is a tidy little hide" - he said. still looking at her trying to see her breasts through the shirt she had put on and attempting to catch a glimpse of her nipples against the fabric. <br>He took a step away form the door slightly towards her! He just wanted to get closer to her and see her reaction. <br>Outside the wind and the rain was pounding against the door making a noise all of its own. <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Queen Be Damned Sheiba</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 13:07:08</strong>
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				"Oh, okay." Lex smiled again, folding her arms loosely around her chest. She was feeling slightly uncomfortable now that he was actually "in" the room, but she pushed it down. He was being nice so far. Or as nice as one person could be to someone they just met.<br><br>"Nice to meet you to..." He still hadn't told her his name. Told her everything else but that actually. "Yeah... better than being outside in the storm." She noticed he didn't have any of his bird watching gear. Most people wouldn't leave there gear behind, it was too expensive.<br><br>"I'm guessing you left your gear? I don't have much in the way of supplies. Just a canteen of water and a days worth of food. I went through most of it already. I'll share it with you though."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Bunker (Queen Be Damned Sheiba &amp; Figgy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Figgy</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 13:33:28</strong>
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				The bird watching gear question made him smile a little - he certainly was becoming more confident all of the time. <br>The only birds he was interested in were not the feathered variety. But he again didnt answer that question but tried to deflect the conversation.<br>"Some food would be great - while we wait"&nbsp; he said - "usually these type of places would have emergency rations in case we got stuck here" "I bet theres some food in these boxes" he said pointing to the 4 wooden chests dotted around the room. He knew there wasn't any food in the in the boxes there were just some clothing changes and a few tools the main stash of required items were in the storeroom behind where she stood on the right as he looked. <br>He was thinking to himself that maybe if he got her to search the box near her bag she would trip the door clasp and open the door to the bedroom. <br>Inside he was getting flutters of anticipation - maybe at last this was the opportunity when all of his dreams and ambitions would come through. <br>He was quite impressed that she was still so composed he hadn't expected that he was sure she would have tried to get to the door by now but then again it was lashing rain outside and he had done or said nothing so far to indicate the danger she was in. He quite liked the game they were playing - at least the game he was playing. If only he could get her to discover the lever and open the secret door, but no matter in a few minutes he would open it if she didn't.
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				Post by: <strong>Queen Be Damned Sheiba</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 14:23:29</strong>
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				"Well... I'd rather not open them. I mean someone obviously owns this place. I'd rather not go rummaging in theor stuff." She moved to pick up her bag, as it seemed the strap was caught on something. She pulled hard, falling backwards as something gave way and a new door opened on the wall she'd once fallen against.<br><br>"Holy cow..." She peered into the darkness, settling her bag down. "Oh my god, it's a secret room. That's so cool!" She broke out in a grin, picking her lantern up off the floor. She turned to him, smiling, her sense of adventure over shadowing her shiness. "Well... it's open already... maybe we should see what's in there?"
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				Post by: <strong>Figgy</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 15:10:46</strong>
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				She found the lever and had already nearly entered the bedroom. <br><br>The room was nearly 10ft deep and 9 ft wide hollowed out of the side of the hill. It was a reasonable height and allowed plenty of head room for her anyway. <br><br>In the back right not quite against the wall there was a bed - it seemed standard enough but there was a metal head and baseboard. There was what seemed a new mattress which was covered by a clean sheet. <br><br>If she looked at the 4 poster bed closely she would see that there were chains and straps welded into the four corners but these were left lying around the base. <br><br>On the left of the bed was what looked like a large wooden chest / side table but it went down all the way to the floor <br><br>also on the left just inside the door was a wardrobe not that it held any clothing but it was closed. Other than that the room was sparse a single bulb and switch was just inside the door on the right. <br><br>He moved across the first room to get closer to her but to ensure that he could follow her into the room, and make sure that is where she went. <br><br>"Wow" he said thats cool "whats in there"?<br><br>He could see her tight behind as she bent as if to enter the room. 
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				Post by: <strong>Queen Be Damned Sheiba</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 15:40:09</strong>
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				Lex shone her light around the room, walking over to the bed. The sheets were clean. she pushed lightly on the matress. She caught sight of the bindings on the post and reached down, tugging on them.<br><br>"It's a bed... Someone rigged it though. It has bindings on it. She turned back and looked at him. "I think this might be someones playroom. Maybe we shouldn't be in here." She walked back towards the entrance. "It seems... I don't know... private?"<br><br>She looked towards the wardrobe and then to the chested. She almost wanted to look inside them, but a small part of her was afraid of what she'd find inside. Secret rooms and bindings? It seemed menacing in a way.
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				Post by: <strong>Figgy</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 00:34:20</strong>
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				It certainly was someones playroom his actually but the only play that had occurred there was the play in his dreams. <br>"Check that wardrobe out" he said as he entered the room he now filled this door. She had lead herself into this tight corner. He hoped she would open the wardrobe inside were some of his tools - some outfits and leather items as well as a few chains straps and leather handcuffs. <br>He still was waiting for her calmness to evaporate. There was no way she would be feeling secure he thought.<br>He was confident in his own mind that he knew his initial course of action. If he could distract her for a moment he would try and get her over to the bed an use the restraints that were available once he had a hand on each side there was no way she could get out. <br>Then his dreams could become reality.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Queen Be Damned Sheiba</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 02:42:18</strong>
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				She looked over at the wardrobe and back at him. She didn't like this anymore. He was pushing her to explore. He had since he'd gotten there. For the first time the possibility of this being his place entered her mind and she took a few steps back. She cleared her throat and took a step towards the wardrobe, reaching out and and grasping the handle.<br><br>He was block the door, and the look he was giving her made her almost positive that he wouldn't let her leave this room. He had been sure to make it so he was always between her and the exit anyway. He'd wanted her to find this place. His place, his room.&nbsp; But whatever it was he was planning perhaps she'd find something inside of the wardrobe she could use against him.<br><br>She pulled the door open, her eyes widening as more bonds came into view. Chains, leather bindings and outfits. She reached in and grabbed on of the chains, picking it up and turning towards him.<br><br>"Maybe I should just go. I don't feel comfortable here anymore..."
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				Post by: <strong>Figgy</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 16:15:16</strong>
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				"your not going anywhere" he said in as strong a voice as he could. <br>He saw the moment of recognition on her face. <br>He reached forward and attempted to catch her hand. <br>he wanted to catch her and drag her over to the bed - he wanted to tie her hand onto the restraint that was built into the bed. <br>Once he had one hand attached then there was no chance she was going to escape. <br>He knew that if he touched her then the line was crossed and that there was no going back this was it. <br>This was the moment. <br>It was now or never.
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				Post by: <strong>Queen Be Damned Sheiba</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 16:52:52</strong>
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				The sound of his voice made her freeze. This was his place, and he had no intention of letting her leave. When he came towards her, she forgot the chain she held in her hand and screamed, backaway and inadvertantly putting herself closer to the bed.<br><br>He caught her, grabbing her hand and struggled, but he was far to big for her to do much against. She was stuck. There was nothing she could really do against him. Nothing but scream and kick her legs.
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				Post by: <strong>Figgy</strong> on <strong>13-09-2010, 12:20:07</strong>
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				He pushed her back towards the bed. he had both his hands on her right hand and arm and was walking forward. she met the bed and came off the floor. falling backwards onto the bed. She was struggling and fighting clawing and gouging be he didn't care he. was in control and using all of his strength he pulled on her right hand and arm, extending it out straight. He pushed his right shoulder into her upper chest and shoulder. With her left hand she was flailing. He now had all of his weight on her right shoulder and reached around with his left hand to grab the chain binding that was connected to the bed. He felt her struggle behind his back and he was almost there connecting the strap and chain onto her wrist.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Queen Be Damned Sheiba</strong> on <strong>05-10-2010, 07:23:20</strong>
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				She struggled as hard as she could, fighting like mad woman, but it was an impossible battle. He was strong. Before long he had one of her arms chained to the bed. There was no escape at this point. Even if he didn't lock her up the rest of the way, she was trapped. She stopped moving, her body trembling as he moved to lock her other arm.<br><br>"What are you going to do to me?" She whispered, her voice shaking. "Please don't hurt me."
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				Post by: <strong>Figgy</strong> on <strong>05-10-2010, 11:31:56</strong>
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				He moved back slightly once she stopped her frantic struggle. He had her right hand bound to the chain at the side of the bed. Then he moved to the other side of the bed and brought her left hand to that spot also. <br>Now he also chained her wrist there. <br>"I wont hurt you if you do as I say" he said still in a menacing way.<br>He stood back from the bed and looked at her. She was attached by both hands to the bed the chains were quite long and stretched behind her - there was plenty of chain there she could almost reach one hand to the other if she tried but not quite. She could kneel or stand up on the bed if she wanted to but just now she sat there with her hands behind her. <br>She just had the light shirt on and he was looking at her body. <br>His heart was beginning to relax a bit now - he knew he was in total control - as he knew that there was no going back now. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Queen Be Damned Sheiba</strong> on <strong>05-10-2010, 12:53:48</strong>
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				She kept her eyes on him, afraid to do much of anything. Her thoughts flashed to the things head had in the wardrobe. The toys and outfits. Was he going to use them on her? Make her wear those thing. She swallowed hard, unable to stop herself from trembling.<br><br>"What do you want me to do? I'll do it, just please don't hurt me." She begged him. 
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				Post by: <strong>Figgy</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 16:09:49</strong>
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				"I know your type" he said "You do everything I say"<br>he stood back and looked at her it was the first time that he had a chance to look at her. He reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out a small pocket knife. <br>He moved forward slowly allowing her to see that he had the knife in his hand. <br>"I'm going to take off your top so that I can see you"&nbsp; - "Don't move a muscle"<br>He put both hands on the front of her shirt and very quickly and with great strength he pulled open the shirt buttons popping everywhere. <br>Then he took out the blade and cut from the collar to the sleeve on both sides then he pulled the shirt from her back in a single movement. She hadn't moved and he stepped back form her watching her now exposed and topless with no way of covering her modesty. <br>"Now lie down on you back" he said firmly he stood over her with the blade in his hand there was no doubting his actions if she didn't comply - she would be hurt and hurt badly!!!
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				Post by: <strong>Queen Be Damned Sheiba</strong> on <strong>21-10-2010, 12:43:41</strong>
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				Lex whimper when he brought the knife close to her. Even though he said he was just removing her shirt, he was obviously unstable. She could feel the poin of it, lightly grazing her skin as he cut away her shirt. She could even feel it agains her neck. It took everything in her not to jerk away, but one slip.... One slip was all it took. <br><br>She listened to him though, lyin back against the matress, her eyes squeezed shut. It seemed she couldn't stop shaking, couldn't hide her fear. 
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				Post by: <strong>Figgy</strong> on <strong>22-10-2010, 18:52:20</strong>
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				he moved forward again looking at her sleek body lying stretched out on the bed. <br>he reached forward and caressed her right breast with his right hand. <br>Then with his right hand he undid the button of her trousers and with both hand reached for the waist band on her trousers and tugged on the trousers to pull them down and off. <br>he got the over her thighs and stopped momentarily to look at at the body in front of him. <br>He could sense her fear and to be honest this gave him more confidence. He had dreamed this moment for so long and now it was here.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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