......"Shalamar!", Linda thought. "My favorite perfume!" She had once loved that smell......BUT NOT NOW....NO WAY AT ALL! HOW SHE HATED IT. THE SMELL OF IT WAS EVERYWHERE THAT NIGHT (or was it NIGHT?) and that smell was, today, years later, something that made her blood run cold and her tits and pussy ache all at the same time. The memory of what had happened to her that night while she was coated from head to foot with Shalamar scented oil, the remaining pierced portions of her present day body, and the scars on both her body and her mind made her shudder and shake, leaning back in that chair in the little lounge in a south end shopping center. Linda thrust her hand down under her pale blue bikini dancing pants and started to play with herself and stroke her sex and it's cleft valley between the solid gold rings as she leaned back further in the chair and let her mind drift again. "IT'S GOING TO HAPPEN TO ME AGAIN!!!", she thought. And as she her mind drifted back, her body shuddered and the open bottle of shalamar on the dressing table wafted it's scent up to her sensitive nostrils....."Oh God, it IS happening again!". And as she stroked deeper and more painfully beneath her now stretched pants as her right hand worked on her sex and played incessantly with the four small solid gold rings in her outer sex lips and her left hand darted under the bikini top to pinch and pull her nipple and it's solid gold ring, she rose higher and higher in her sexually tormented state as the memories flowed back into her mind. |