[Fiction] The cabin in the woods

[Runesmith]

Warning: This is a fictional story that contains graphic descriptions of humiliation, degradation and non-consensual sex. If these topics offend you, or if you are under the age of 18, hit that back button now.

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It was already 6 pm but Nadine was not even close to being ready. It was her boss's fault - that fat ugly blob of a man called her in to discuss her performance just as she was getting ready to leave. It was a Friday, for crying out loud, and she had even come in early that day so that she could finish up her work and leave early. Now she was late for her date.

She pulled on her black lace panties (she was hoping he would ask to come up for coffee this time) as she texted her date that she is running late. He had already texted her minutes ago that he had reached the restaurant. She put on the matching black lace bra over her 34C's admiring her perfect 45/55 breast profile as she did so. Her breasts were something she was proud of, which is why she had chosen the black silk top with the plunging neckline. Her ample ass was not something she was proud of, and she winced as she stepped in to the tight red pleated skirt.

It took her another 15 minutes to blow dry her hair, carefully adjusting the fringe so that the hair fell across her forehead in that carefree way that Dirk found so adorable. Still, she was worried about his quick temper as she carefully slid on her sheer black nylon stay-up stockings making sure were no runs. As she hurriedly put on her red heels, she received an annoyed text from Dirk asking where she was.

Dirk was a good catch, even if he had a quick temper. They had already quarreled many times during their six month relationship. As a junior partner in a law firm, he was already earning a six figure salary, and therefore, her golden ticket to a better life (and telling that blob of a boss to stuff it one fine day).

Getting a cab on a Friday evening wasn't an easy task either. The first two cab companies she called had no free cabs, and the third promised a cab to her door in 15 minutes. It arrived in 25 minutes. She sent text after text apologizing to Dirk, promising him she is just minutes away. His replies were getting terse, and she could sense that the evening is not going to go very smoothly.

Just as she dreaded, the traffic was horrible. The Vier-Eichenau Tunnel leading to Stuttgart city center was completely blocked, and traffic was backed up for kilometers. It took another 45 minutes to reach the middle of Stuttgart and the cab was practically stationary on Hauptstaetterstrasse. Her texts to Dirk were not even being answered anymore. She paid the cab driver and got off at the corner of Leonhardsplatz, and started walking along the tiny streets towards Rosenstrasse where the fine dining restaurant was located.

She had to pass through the Bohnenviertel, the red light district of Stuttgart. She noted with embarrassment that many of the east European prostitutes walking along the streets were dressed in a similar fashion to her. She saw men eyeing her appreciatively and leering at her, and at one point a large black Mercedes pulled up alongside her and the passenger side window started rolling down before she hurried away.

She was out of breath and her feet were aching from the long walk in those abominable heels when she reached the restaurant, where the waiter informed her that Herr Maier had already left, and handed her a boxed meal that he had paid for. Embarrassed and exhausted, Nadine left the restaurant, and walked aimlessly along the road.

A few minutes later, she realized she had walked right in to the heart of the red light district, and that she was standing in front of the notorious bordellos and night clubs like Maxim, the Tuermle and Nonne bar, with rough looking men leering lecherously at her and the working girls shooting poisoned glances at her.

To be continued...