"Do you remember the night that you proposed?" Amy whispers.
Ella is laying on top of her. The two women are nestled together on a sofa, covered in an avalanche of blankets and quilts. A few strategically placed cushions have transformed the heap of blankets into a makeshift shelter.
Ella shifts her weight, turning her body to look at her partner. Amy winces as an elbow presses deep into her stomach. The pain subsides when Ella settles, draping herself across her lover's body. They gaze at each other, nearly nose to nose. The television makes faint noises, but neither pays the movie any attention.
"Yes. I remember," Ella replies.
"Tell me how it happened."
Amy examines her partner's warm eyes and messy hair. A soft smile creeps across Ella's face, as if she's lost in a memory.
"That was so long ago... I'm not sure I remember," Ella teases.
"You've already forgotten?" Amy laughs.
"You were there, too. Why don't you tell me what hap--?"
Ella is interrupted by Amy's lips. She returns the passionate kiss. Amy runs a hand across her partner's back, caressing soft skin. Both women are breathing heavily-- a byproduct moreso of their unventilated refuge, than their arousal. The warm air trapped by the blankets is filled with the scent of each woman: a flowery aroma from Ella's perfume and tart green apple from Amy's recently shampooed hair.
Amy pushes her partner back slightly to say something. Ella whines as her lips are forced away.
"I haven't forgotten... That's not why I asked... I want to hear your side of the story. I only know my half."
"Okay, fine."
Ella blushes as she remembers that weekend.
"Where should I start...?"
"At the beginning."
"I had the ring... a plan... it was going to be perfect. A romantic weekend, just the two of us. We were driving to the cabin we rented up in the mountains."
"I was driving. What were you doing, again?"
"Let me think..." Ella replies. "Oh, I remember now."
I struggled against the bindings around my wrists, but the tightly cinched rope refused to budge. More rope was tied around my ankles. Escape was impossible. I grunted in dismay at my predicament. The floor of the trunk vibrated softly as the car accelerated down the road.
Bags and suitcases were piled around me in the dark. Earlier, you had tossed them on top of me before slamming the trunk shut. It was embarrassing how easily I was overpowered, caught by surprise while packing up my clothes. The first thing you did after pinning me to the bed was shove a knotted scarf into my mouth. It was still tightly tied around my head, and the cloth was becoming increasingly damp around my mouth. I moaned into my gag, but no one could hear me in the dark trunk.
I tried to settle in for the long drive. Even if I wriggled free from the ropes, I was still stuck in the cramped trunk. It was getting difficult to ignore my urge to pee. I squirmed instinctively, but it only served to make me acutely aware of the ropes pressed into my wrists and ankles.
My mind slipped into an idle daydream. I imagined the rest of my weekend, captured and used as your plaything. Fucked, teased, whipped... I could only guess what you had planned for me. No one would hear me scream out in the woods...
"You make me sound like such a villain!" Amy laughs.
"You had me in the trunk of your car!" Ella responds.
"You didn't seem to mind. I recall double checking with you multiple times, before stuffing you in the trunk. And you forgot to mention the air horn I left with you in case of emergency. "
"Maybe... just let me tell the story, okay?"
"Fine."
Ella's face flushes just remembering how horny she was, trapped and bound in the trunk. It really was a dream come true. She recalls trying to hump a suitcase at some point during the ordeal. She tries to ignore the embarrassing memory.
"Anyways... I was very annoyed, because I planned to propose to you during the drive out. I wanted to get it done early, and enjoy a nice weekend with my new fiancée."
"Ah... So that's why you told me to make a detour towards the end of the drive... somewhere secluded and scenic, you said..."
"Yes. And you completely misinterpreted what I was saying!"
"Anyways... tell the next part!"
The car slowed to a stop. I assumed we had already arrived at the cabin. I heard the car door open and slam shut, but the engine was still running. I clumsily patted the back pocket of my jeans with my bound hands, ensuring the engagement ring was still safe.
The trunk opened and the light was blinding. I squinted up at your silhouette. You were towering over me, with a wicked smile on your face. You raised an eyebrow at the small suitcase wedged between my legs.
I was excited for the chance to stretch and relieve myself, but your expression was quite unnerving. I glanced down, noticing the strapon buckled around your hips.
Your strong arms lifted me out of the trunk. I was in disbelief that you would consider putting that thing inside me on the side of the road. My gag muffled my complaints. You seemed to understand my concerns, regardless.
"Don't worry, I found somewhere secluded just like you asked," you said confidently. "This is almost a mile down a side-road with a dead end sign. No way we see anyone out here! It's pretty scenic, too."
As my eyes finished adjusting to the light, I examined my surroundings. Tall trees towered over each side of the road, affording a thick blanket of foliage. The paved road was in disrepair, cracked and pitted. Still, any car turning the corner would be in for a shocking view. The fear of being caught had my heart racing.
You grabbed my shoulders, turning me around and shoving me down onto the closed trunk. The painted metal pressed against my chest, and I twisted my hips in a vain struggle. My bound hands found the edge of your shirt and gracelessly pushed you away. Despite my protests, I was desperate for you to fuck me right then and there.
That predicament was not at all what I originally intended. It seems you had a different plan... I would have to improvise.
My cheeks burned as you slid your fingers under my waistband and pulled my jeans down my legs. I thought your hands would brush against the box containing the ring, but thankfully you didn't notice it. My bare skin meeting the cool breeze sent goosebumps across my body. The indecency was making me squirm. I hoped you wouldn't notice how wet you were making me.
"Looks like you're having fun," you taunted.
You teased me with the tip of the toy, rubbing it across my skin. My body reacted impulsively to the sensation, swaying in desperation. I arched my back to give you access to my pussy.
You took the opportunity to spank me hard. As I recuperated from the stinging blow, you slipped the toy into me. I moaned into my gag, burying my face against the cold metal of the car to stifle the noise.
My own gasps and the gentle rumble of the car's engine were all I could hear on the quiet road. Even the forest seems to be listening attentively to our spectacle. You slid the dildo slowly in and out of me.
Normally, I wouldn't climax from penetration alone, but the pleasure welling up was unmistakable. My mind and body were already on edge from my earlier predicament. Every thrust drove me closer and closer. You continued stroking my exposed ass, caressing and groping my body like you owned it.
My legs began to tremble. I couldn't take it anymore--
I tried to stifle my scream as every nerve fired simultaneously. My jaw clenched around the scarf in my mouth. Your hand met my ass, repeatedly striking me in rhythm with your thrusting. The pain electrified me, intensifying the pleasure that rolled over my body. I started to squirm as the bliss faded. You slid out of me, while I struggled to regain my breath.
"I think that crow saw us," you teased. You didn't see me roll my eyes.
You helped me straighten up off the trunk of the car. I was still trying to regain control of my limbs, still trembling from the climax. I tried to reach for my pants, now discarded around my ankles, but you stooped down to pick them up for me.
"Sorry, no pants for you!"
I whined through my gag.
