Toni Galt stared down disconsolately on the garden below. It was a dreary day, the raindrops chasing one another down the glass as the old sash window rattled with the force of the wind. She glanced up at the dull, leaden skies, searching in vain for a glimmer of sunlight, but there was none. 
She sighed and rose from the wooden seat that ran round the bay window. There would be no chance of a walk outside today, she decided. She looked about her, taking in the austere white walls of her room and the old, plain wooden furnishings. At that moment, life seemed to stretch out before her like an endless procession of rainy days and sleepless nights.
She walked across to the full-length mirror that stood by the door to her room, pausing in front of it to take in her reflection.
What she saw was a lovely, shapely girl, five foot three inches tall, with long, flowing brown locks. She had a classically beautiful face with high cheekbones and a perfectly sculpted nose, her pretty lips soft and kissable. She gazed into the deep green depths of her eyes, eyes that would have stopped any man short across a room with a hundred other girls in it.
She looked down at her body. She was wrapped in a towel, having stepped from the bath about ten minutes earlier. Glancing about her, as if feeling guilty to be naked even in her own room, she checked that she was alone. Then, dropping the towel to the floor, she examined herself critically. 
Toni was a true beauty. Her breasts were firm, with large brown nipples that pointed outwards and upwards. Her waist was slim, her belly flat. Her mound of Venus was covered in a pelt of dark, short hair that drew the eyes down to the thick lips of her sex. Below were a pair of slender legs, shapely ankles and small, pretty feet.
She wondered what a man would make of her body, and an odd shiver of excitement ran through her as she imagined being seen as she was. She reached up and cupped her breast, stroking the nipple and sighing as she felt the strange sensation of pleasure that always accompanied such a caress. Then she moved her left hand down and ran it between her legs, and a shiver ran through her as she touched herself so intimately.
Toni looked into her own eyes, and saw that her face had gone red. Instinctively her hands left her skin and she snatched up the towel, hugging it to her body. She had been experiencing these odd feelings for some weeks now, and found it hard to understand the responses she had been receiving from her young body. Sensations she had never imagined coursed through her whenever she caressed herself. She wanted desperately to understand what was happening to her body, but there was nobody to confide in. She knew she daren't ask her aunt or uncle about them. Somehow the feelings seemed to make her feel guilty, though she didn't know why. All she knew was that there was something happening to her, and she wanted to share it with her contemporaries.
Toni sighed for a second time. There was no doubt that at nineteen, she was as lovely as any model on the catwalk. Under any other circumstances she should have been out partying every night, surrounded by young men. As it was, her life was drab and boring, with no sign of any relief ahead.
Toni had lived with her Uncle Carl and Aunt Gwendolyn ever since the car crash in which her parents had both died. At the time she had been at boarding school, and the tragedy had not greatly affected her life. Her parents had lived abroad and she had seen little of them anyway. At the end of the term, however, her aunt and uncle had arrived at the school and announced that she was leaving to live with them in their house in the country.
Toni had been sad to leave her friends, but had had no choice, since her parents had named her aunt and uncle as her guardians until she was twenty-one, and her inheritance had been put into trust until then. She had been even less happy when she had seen the grim, grey edifice of the house in which her guardians lived. Set a long way from any town, the building was old and draughty, with few concessions to the comforts of the modern age.
Since then Toni's life had been a miserable one. Her aunt and uncle, themselves childless and clearly unhappy with the unexpected duty their relatives had placed on them, gave her no more than the necessities required to exist. Her clothes were bought for her from jumble sales. She was allowed no money of her own and, since her relatives never went out, was forced to spend her days and nights in her room, or wandering about the gardens.
Down the corridor she heard a door slam, the signal that her aunt and uncle had retired to their respective bedrooms for their regular afternoon nap. She knew now that she had the rest of the house to herself for at least the next two hours. The cook and maid would not be back until the evening and Simmonds, the butler, always went into the village during the afternoon, ostensibly to visit his mother, though Toni knew that he was far more likely to be found in the bar of the Red Lion.
She began to get dressed. Her underwear was drab and functional and the dress she put on was shapeless, buttoned to the neck and making no concession to her figure. Going to the mirror, she reached behind herself and bunched the waistband at her back, pulling it tight and allowing the cheap cotton material to hug her figure. The transformation was instant, the outline of her body suddenly quite clear. She wondered what it must be like to have clothes that fitted her properly. One day she would know, she promised herself. She slipped on a pair of flat shoes, then opened the door and headed downstairs.
This was her favourite time of the day. Time when she could relax with a good book or, on a better day, stroll about the garden without fear of interruption. She let herself into the living room and slumped into an armchair, glad of her solitude.
But today she didn't seem to be able to relax. Try as she might to absorb herself in the novel she was reading, she couldn't. Her concentration was gone, and her eyes wandered down the page, reading the words but failing to take in their meaning. Eventually she threw down her book in frustration and rose to her feet.
The rain was still falling hard, so she wandered out into the corridor and began prowling about the house, feeling more than ever like a caged animal.
As she passed the top of the stairs leading down to the kitchen she paused. Unusually the door stood open. Toni had never been into the kitchen. It was a place her aunt never went, and her uncle only to berate the servants for some misdemeanour or other. Now the place would be deserted, and she felt a sudden desire to see what was down there. She glanced about her. Nobody would know if she went down now, and at least it was a kind of way of passing the time. Walking on tiptoe, she made her way down the stairs.
The kitchen was large and old-fashioned, just like the rest of the house. Toni moved around, fingering the implements and running her hand over the hard, smooth surface of the heavy old kitchen table. A narrow passage ran from the back of the kitchen, its walls lined with wooden panelling, and she wandered down it. On one side was a laundry room, with a linen cupboard opposite. At the end was a door marked 'Private', which she guessed was the entrance to the butler's accommodation. She turned back, then stopped. There, on the floor by the wall, was a piece of paper. Curious, she stooped to pick it up, but when she tried to lift it, it slipped from her fingers as if it was stuck to the carpet. She examined it more closely, and was surprised to discover that half of it was apparently jammed under the wall. She pulled gently at it and it slid out.
Toni examined the sheet, and at once her eyebrows rose. It was a page from a magazine, a photograph of a girl. She was standing with her back to the camera, gazing back at it. But what captivated Toni was not the girl's face, but her body. She was completely naked.
Toni ran her eyes up and down the girl's form. She had a plump, pert behind and a slim waist. Her body was twisted, so that her right breast was visible, the nipple erect. Charlie could scarcely believe the audacity of the girl in allowing herself to be photographed in such a state, and found herself staring in total fascination at the image. There was something strangely exciting about the sight of the brazen girl, happily displaying her body to the cameraman. Something that kindled an odd feeling in Toni's belly.
She began to wonder where the picture had come from. It seemed so out of place in this house. Then there was the mystery of the way she had found it, apparently forced under a crack at the foot of the wall. Overcome by curiosity, Toni crouched down again and, placing the picture flat on the floor, attempted to push it back under. She couldn't.
She began to examine the wall and, in particular, the panel above which she had found the picture. She ran her fingers down the edge. There was a slight, almost imperceptible crack between it and the adjoining panel. It was the same on the other side. She pressed the panel, and it rattled slightly. All at once she realised that it must be a door. She moved her fingers up and down, tracing the smallest of cracks that surrounded it. She tried pushing, then pulling, but it stayed firmly closed. Yet someone had opened it recently. How else could the paper have become stuck where it was? She began to look about for some other means of opening it.

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It took her about ten minutes to find the secret. One of the coat hooks on the wall felt slightly loose, and, after pushing, pulling and twisting, she heard a click and the panel moved slightly.
Her heart thumping, Toni pressed the wood, and it swung silently open. Beyond was darkness. She stepped inside and fumbled up and down the wall. Then she found a switch and snapped it on. At once the room was flooded with light.
Toni looked about her in astonishment. The room was like none she had ever seen before. It had no decoration as such, the floor being bare stone and the walls plain brickwork. It was lit by a series of spotlights, each casting a harsh glare so that there were virtually no shadows or dark corners. 
But it was the furnishings that were really unusual. Bizarre almost. One wall was hung with a variety of silver chains, attached to a series of pulleys and wheels. On the loose end of each chain were what looked like shackles and manacles, as well as other leather devices that meant nothing to the innocent young Toni. Stranger still, in between each set of chains was a mirror that ran from ceiling to floor.
She turned to the wall opposite. This bore plain wooden racks containing all kinds of extraordinary devices. There were whips, canes, tawses and handcuffs, as well as a series of smaller chains and clamps the purpose of which she could only guess at. Once again mirrors were placed at intervals, reflecting the chains on the wall opposite. In the centre of the room was a wooden frame and a long, low bench bearing yet more chains. 
Toni was flabbergasted. The place was more like a mediaeval dungeon than a room in her aunt's and uncle's house. She wondered that they had ever allowed it to stay like this. It seemed so out of character. Then it occurred to her that maybe they didn't even know it was there. After all, the room was carefully concealed. She herself would never have found it if not for the piece of paper. Perhaps her relatives had no idea that the secret room existed.
Remembering the piece of paper brought her up short. In order for it to have got where it was, somebody must have dropped it whilst exiting the room. But who? Once again she realised that her aunt and uncle were the least likely candidates to have had a photograph of a naked girl. Someone else must have been in here, and recently too. After all, the picture could not have lain on the floor for long without somebody seeing it.
All at once she felt anxious. What if someone should come along and find her here? Despite the fact that she had every right to be in the house, there was something about this particular room that was different. Something that made her afraid to be discovered here. It was as if she was trespassing. Better close the door, she decided.
She checked that it had a conventional handle on her side, then clicked the door closed. It was only then that she noticed the rack of books and magazines. They were on the wall to the left of the door, so that she hadn't seen them on entering. There were dozens of them, all with glossy covers depicting young ladies in various states of undress. The titles were unfamiliar to her. She had never seen such magazines in any newsagent's. She pulled one from the rack and began to leaf through it.
At once her jaw dropped in astonishment. It was full of colour photos of women, all of them totally naked. This time there were no backs turned. They stood, facing the camera, their legs wide, staring out at her. Toni flicked through the pages, studying each photo, wondering at the brazen way the women allowed breasts, backside and sex to be photographed so intimately.
She replaced the magazine and picked up another. Once again, the photos were all of girls in lewd poses, displaying themselves. Two others she tried were the same.
She moved further down the rack and picked out another, allowing it to fall open in her hands. Then she gave a gasp, almost dropping the publication in her shock at what she saw.
The picture depicted a beautiful young girl kneeling nude on the floor. Before her stood a naked man. To Toni's astonishment, he had his erect penis pressed into the girl's mouth. Toni couldn't believe what she was seeing. She stared at the man's image. She had never seen a man without clothes before, and the sight was somehow fascinating to her. She examined the thick shaft of his penis and the puckered sac of his balls at the base. Then her eyes went back to the girl. Amazingly, she appeared to be enjoying what she was doing, her eyes closed in rapture as she fellated him. Toni wondered what it could possibly feel like to have such intimate contact with a man, and was surprised to discover how much it excited her.
She flipped over the page, and was presented with the sight of the girl on all fours, her legs spread wide so that her open sex was clearly displayed. The man knelt behind her, holding his penis in his hand , his eyes fixed on the girl. Toni turned over again, her hands trembling, only to be confronted with a picture of the man burying his penis in the girl's vagina whilst she gazed back at him, her face a picture of desire. Almost unconsciously, Toni dropped her right hand to her crotch, running her fingers between her legs, pressing the material of her dress against the gusset of her panties as she studied the picture.
Toni put the magazine down on the bench and continued to turn the pages, whilst still rubbing herself. The couple in the magazine went through a series of positions, the camera catching each clearly so that no part of their coupling was hidden from view. For Toni it was both shocking and astounding that anyone could allow themselves to be photographed whilst performing such an intimate act. At the same time, though, she felt an intense excitement welling up inside her as she studied the images, and there was a warmth in her crotch such as she had never before experienced.
She turned the final page and let out a gasp of surprise. The girl was lying on her back, her face turned up toward the man. His cock was ejecting a spurt of semen, which was directed into her open mouth. There was a white blob of it already on her tongue, and more trickled down her chin, yet the expression on her face was almost eager as she accepted her partner's sperm.
All at once Toni had to touch herself. She didn't understand why, but she knew her love bud was hard as a nut, and the sensation of her fingers against her clothes was no longer enough. She looked across at the door, checking once more that it was securely shut. Then she slowly began to lift her skirt, tucking it up about her waist, raising the hem until her panties were completely exposed. Her hand shaking, she took hold of the waistband and pulled them down her thighs, halfway to her knees.
She felt for her sex, amazed at how wet it had suddenly become. She rubbed her finger over her clitoris and gave a groan as a spasm of pleasure shook her lovely young body. She gazed down at the photo of the girl, her bare breasts thrust up at the camera as she raised her face to her partner's orgasm, and all of a sudden a new urgency overtook her. She pressed a finger into her vagina, feeling the muscles inside contract about it as she slid it deep within her. Then she began working it back and forth whilst her thumb continued to caress her love bud.
Toni glanced across the room, and caught her reflection in the mirror. For a moment she almost stopped. Could that really be her, standing there with her dress tucked up about her waist, her knickers pulled down, her legs spread as she thrust her fingers into her vagina? It seemed incredible to her, yet the sight served only to spur her on, her breathing coming in short gasps as she masturbated herself.
She came suddenly, without warning, a groan escaping her lips as the most exquisite pleasure she had ever known coursed through her. She had to bite her tongue to prevent herself crying aloud, her fingers working back and forth, each movement bringing a new spasm deep inside her. The orgasm was shattering, like nothing she had ever imagined, and she went on caressing herself until she could take no more, then slumped forward across the bench, her chest heaving.
It was fully five minutes before she felt able to raise herself. Once again she stared at her reflection, still not quite able to believe what had just happened. Then she reached down and slowly pulled up her panties before allowing her dress to drop back down.
She pulled a handkerchief from her pocket and wiped her hand, suddenly guilty at her extraordinary behaviour. She had to get out of this strange room and back to the normality of the house. Hurriedly she closed the magazine and flung it back into the rack. Then she made for the door.
She placed her ear flat against it, afraid that someone might have heard the noises she had been making, but all was silent. She opened it a crack and peered out. The kitchen was still empty. She slipped out and closed the door behind her. Then, her heart still thumping, her face red with guilt, she hurried back to the stairs and up to the main house.
Meanwhile, in the secret room, the light continued to burn.

End of Chapter One