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 <title>The call - part five</title>
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 <description>She lost track of time as she lost count of the number of times he made her orgasm...fingers at times driving into her, hard and insistent, the collar pulling at her throat denying her breath...then letting her regain some calm, pressing into her, but still. She was aware of the increasing dampness beneath her, but the only meaning that existed was his fingers and her swinging between the urge to breathe and the desire to orgasm.
And then sudden panic as she felt another finger pushing and probing into her...and another...and his thumb. She screamed and strained against her bonds, as she felt the burning tearing sensation of being stretched impossibly wide open. Was it possible to be ripped apart like this? She realised that the collar was getting tighter and tighter and forced herself to relax as much as possible. Then the unmistakable whine of a camera...click, whirr; click, whirr, over and over again as he pushed his hand deeper and deeper into her.</description>
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 <pubDate>Sun, 26 Jul 2009 23:02:15 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>The call - part four</title>
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 <description>Crying softly, she lay spreadeagled in the darkness...a tight hood covered her face, moulded to her cheekbones...she could not move at all, fastened by her wrists, ankles, waist and neck. He had allowed a small slit for breathing, but there was no light. And although she could hear, there was no sound. This is what had finally broken her, the fact that she no longer knew how long she had been lying there...still fully clothed, just her shoes taken off. But there was no noise...where was he? What was he doing? Amusement, then frustration, escalating into anger had now been replaced with absolute fear...</description>
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 <title>The call - part three</title>
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 <description>She groaned when the mobile rang...surely it had only been a couple of hours since she fell, dirty and well-used, into bed? A glance at the clock showed it had actually been 12 hours ago...</description>
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 <title>S&#39;s story</title>
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 <description>Written by S.</description>
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 <title>The call</title>
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 <description>Like probing an aching tooth with her tongue, she couldn’t help prodding at the memory of that afternoon in the Academy. She wasn’t sure what she felt; certainly not shame – he’d been too professional and business like for that, he’d listened to her fantasy quietly and calmly, never mocking, even nodding in agreement occasionally.</description>
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 <title>The Show: Finale</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/240838/</link>
 <description>Voices murmured, but she couldn&apos;t hear what they were saying.  Glasses clinked and she was suddenly desperate for a drink.  She kept her eyes closed and waited.  The first touch of a hand sliding slowly down her back and over her bottom made her shiver.  She forced her body to be still and her mind to float in the blackness of nothing.  The hand slipped between her legs, parting her cunt to allow a finger to work its way inside her.  She realised with a sudden stab of shame that she was wet and the unknown fingers were making her wetter still.  She had time to wonder &apos;What kind of slut have I become?” before another hand, on her left breast, made her shut her mind down.</description>
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 <pubDate>Thu, 25 Jun 2009 19:04:11 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>The Show, part two</title>
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 <description>Written by Mrs Skyhook.</description>
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 <pubDate>Wed, 24 Jun 2009 01:09:03 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>The Show</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/240623/</link>
 <description>“Alright, hold on”. She was rubbing her eyes with a screwed up hand as she stumbled down the hall, partly to clear the sleep but mostly to shield her eyes from the sun&apos;s glare coming through the glass in her front door, blinding even at this early hour.
She fumbled with the lock for a few seconds before opening the door to peer though the gap.  A postman was waiting outside, his hand mid-reach to ring the doorbell a forth time.</description>
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 <pubDate>Sun, 21 Jun 2009 22:07:00 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>LC&#39;s story. Part three</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/240432/</link>
 <description>Written by LC.</description>
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 <pubDate>Fri, 19 Jun 2009 19:17:51 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>LC&#39;s story. Part two</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/240248/</link>
 <description>Part one by LC here. Continued by The Academy.</description>
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 <pubDate>Thu, 18 Jun 2009 23:25:06 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>LC&#39;s story</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/240185/</link>
 <description>Written by LC.</description>
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 <pubDate>Fri, 15 May 2009 01:19:08 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>FK&#39;s story</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/236565/</link>
 <description>She sits in the windowless waiting room.</description>
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 <pubDate>Tue, 28 Apr 2009 23:46:04 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>CE&#39;s story</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/234847/</link>
 <description>From The Academy&apos;s files. Original report here</description>
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 <pubDate>Thu, 23 Apr 2009 23:44:59 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>DE&#39;s story</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/234401/</link>
 <description>Written by DE.</description>
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 <pubDate>Wed, 22 Apr 2009 20:10:23 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>G&#39;s story</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/234276/</link>
 <description>The origin of this story is here.</description>
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