Rebecca and the Corn Maze

"Hi babe, I'm off to the corn maze with my kids, I'll talk to you later!" It was a text from my girlfriend, Rebecca who is in her 30's.

She's the biggest Halloween nut around. She's into the movies, the horror, the decorations, the music, and yes, even corn mazes. She's also very sexual and kinky. I'd had an idea for her ever since she brought up the corn maze idea. My thoughts were on the fantasy elements of having her in a corn maze in some erotic way.

Obviously, this time was just family time with her kids, but the more I thought about it, the more I developed a real, tangible idea for us to enjoy it on a different occasion. It required a lot of planning, especially since Halloween was only two weeks away. The corn maze had only been open for a week now, and closed after Halloween night. I knew my "plan" had to be done on one of the "off" days. The maze was only open Thursday through Saturday nights, after dark.

I found out more about the maze. It was owned by a farmer, obviously, who also ran a market of fresh produce. I went to junior high and high school with one of his sons (many years ago). It was a local favorite. I was curious about it, I'd never been to the maze part of it. I drove by on a Monday night, just after dark. It was nearly deserted, save a few of the workers who were scuttling about, getting ready to close up shop.

I waited for nearly an hour until everyone left. The farmer's residence was in the front. I saw their lights on. They were about to have dinner. I drove down the dirt road that ran along the property line. I pulled over and got out. There was some moonlight but it was really pretty dark. I had a flashlight but I wanted to use it as little as possible, there was no reason to get arrested for trespassing. I sneaked up to the entrance of the maze and made my way through it. It was basically just rows of corn that he'd not reaped yet, but it was still fairly large. It had some dead ends, made with large bales of hay which blocked some passages. Occasionally things would "pop out" like scarecrows or witches. They were cardboard cutouts, on motion sensors. Rebecca also said when it was open, they also had workers dressed up who would jump out at you as well.

I made it out one end of the maze fairly easily, but only after many twists and turns. Some of the "scares" were quite good, even I got startled by them even though they weren't turned on (the motions sensors were off). It led to another dirt road. On the other side of the road there was another maze, it was still the property of the same farmer, though. It was the other half of the maze.

The way Rebecca explained it was, the first part of the maze was for kids, it was fairly simple. When they'd reach the end, there was a horse drawn cart filled with hay. A worker would drive them back to the house. The farmer, his family, the workers, would dress up in Halloween garb. They'd entertain the customers along the way, from the entrance, into the maze, and on the ride back.

I walked through the second half of the maze. This one was far more complex, there were many more false paths and blockages. This one took longer to navigate. I made notes of it. I knew I'd need it for my plan. Just the thought of what might happen made me start to stiffen with excitement. I knew her, she'd love it too, even if she'd be scared out of her mind during it.

We are into sexual power play. She loves playing the slave. This would be perfect for it. She's really willing to do anything I ask, and this would require that. I wrapped up my recon and drove away with a smile. I still had a lot to arrange if I wanted this to work out for anyone involved.

I made some calls that were embarrassing for me, but necessary. The plan was ready. It was supposed to be on Wednesday night, since it was one of the only days Rebecca didn't have her kids and the corn maze wasn't open. Unfortunately, it poured that Wednesday so I cancelled the plans. That left only one more Wednesday before Halloween. Luckily it was perfect, almost like it was meant to be that day. There was a fuller moon and it was mild, the sky was clear.

I hadn't mentioned a word to Rebecca. She had kept bugging me about doing "something" for Halloween. Me, not usually being a Halloween person, kept putting her off. At the same time I was smiling inside at the surprise I had for her. I had her shower, without mentioning why. I picked out things for her to wear, which was unusual for us. I picked a pair of her tighter jeans. I laid out one of her cute bra and panty sets, and a top which revealed her naturally beautiful cleavage. As she dressed I teased and tickled her, which drives her crazy with lust, she gets wetter than you can imagine from that.

I told her we were going "out," I just didn't tell her where. I drove towards the farm, she kept driving me batty with questions. She does not like to be kept in the dark about ANYTHING. I just smiled and said, "you'll see."

As we got closer the look on her face changed. She'd just been to that farm recently, she wondered what in the heck was going on. I pulled down the same dirt road I'd used previously. I told her she was not allowed to talk or ask any more questions. We got out of the car. The moon illuminated us hypnotically. She was already horny. She knew by my tone that something sexual was coming. I brought her around to the front of the car. I made her put her hands on the hood and told her not to remove them. I went to the trunk and got out some supplies. I texted an interested party who was waiting for my signal. I texted back that it was ok, that the plan was now in effect.

I came back around and caressed her from behind. I felt her heaving breasts and I cupped and kneaded them lovingly. I ground my hips into her ass and she responded by pushing back into me. Yep, she was ready for this. I pulled her top off of her, leaving her only in her lacy bra. I took her hands and I pulled them behind her back. I zip tied her hands behind her. She gasped in surprise. Then, I took the ankle cuffs and the short length of rope I'd cut just for this occasion. I'd tied the rope through the ankle rings which gave her the ability to only take very short, shuffled steps. I Velcroed the ankle cuffs. She was pretty much helpless, like I wanted. She started to protest and question me but I put my finger over my lips and hushed her.

"Baby, since you love corn mazes and Halloween so much.....and, for that matter, kinky sex so much. I came up with a plan..."

I saw her look at me pleadingly. I continued, "...so here it is. You've already been through this maze. You should have an idea how to get through it. Plus, the maze is closed to the public, there won't be any kids or strangers...who we don't want in there," i hinted.

I saw her panicked look. I'm pretty sure there was a large measure of lust in there as well.

I looked at her chest, heaving under the lacy material. I laughed, "I'd have just had you topless but I was kind of outvoted."

Her face blanched at that revelation. I marched her to the entrance of the maze. I watched her struggle walking while her tits bounced beautifully with each unsteady stride. I positioned her facing the entrance.

"Ok, you've got 30 minutes to hide, or, get through BOTH mazes...." I said, as I watched her eyes open fearfully.

"But what if I get lost in there?" she said in a panic.

"That's the point," I smirked. "Get through it in thirty minutes and you are safe. I've provided you some motivation for you to do so efficiently as you can."

"What....what's that?" she said, her lip protruding, she was almost tearful. The fear, mixed with the lust caused her emotions to become ragged. She was concerned by where this was headed.

"I give you thirty minutes to get through the maze, as you are. After thirty minutes if you are caught well...." I hesitated.

"Well what?" she nearly screamed.

I playfully and sheepishly smiled. "Well, you don't really want to get caught."

"Honey!" she begged. She knew I'd tell her.

"Ok, the deal is, I'm going to send you through the maze, dressed as you are. You'll want to get through fast, because there will be people chasing you."

"Oh my god, oh my god," she panted with shock.

I'm giving you the thirty minute head start. Then, they are allowed to go in and try to find you."

"They? Who is they?" She said, completely flustered.

"You won't know who, or how many." I didn't want her to know who it was, it heightened the fear and the mystery.

"Oh my fucking god," Rebecca gasped.

I just smiled and tickled her some more. I could tell she was already wet.

"So that's it. Make it through the maze but if you don't, whoever finds you, gets you."

"Ohhhh," she panted, realizing the stark reality of it.

"That isn't all of it, though. They aren't allowed to use flashlights nor shortcuts around the maze. They have to go through it just like you do. I also made some changes to it. I moved some hay bales around, blocked some passages, both for you and to make it harder for the others, if they've been through it before."

"Oh god, baby, if they find me..." she said, acknowledging her vulnerable state.

"I know, but that's the game, and you love games like this."

She could only hiss lustfully as I played with her body as we talked.

"So if someone finds me they....um, have me, then it's over?" She asked, almost apologetically.

"No," I said firmly. "They get to cum, but then the game continues, until you reach the end. That person has to start the maze over if they want to catch you again."

"Ohhh," she said wide eyed, surprised by the wickedness of it all.

"A couple more things," I added with a mischievous smile. "I also get to run the maze, however I want and if *I* catch you, I am going to tickle you for thirty seconds. You know how you writhe and squeal. I'd suggest you try and keep quiet or else someone might be able to find you easier."

"Oh fuck," she groaned, realizing her predicament.

"Now GO!" I said forcefully as I started the clock and pushed her into the maze. I saw her ass swing as she stumbled along. I wondered how long those jeans would stay on.

Suddenly, the guy I'd texted showed up. To my surprise, he had two other men with him. They were all adults. One was dressed a viking, he had the shield. He had on a thick, fake beard. I didn't recognize him. The third man was wearing a rodeo clown outfit, complete with the white face paint. I didn't know him either.

"What the hell?" I asked. "You told me you'd bring a a friend. You didn't say two."

The man, dressed as a zombie, answered cockily, "hey, when I told him about the woman we'd be chasing, he also wanted in. I couldn't say no, or else we'd have to call the whole thing off."

He was right. He was doing me a favor. It was HIS maze after all. The "zombie" was Jared. I went to high school with him (years ago). His dad owned the farm. I couldn't do it without him without risking trespassing charges. It also added to the sexual tension for me because Jared always had leered at Rebecca when he was around. He freely ogled her tits and made lewd comments about her. That's why I knew he'd be into the plan I'd concocted.

We hadn't done a lot of talking about the "what ifs" but I had made it clear to Jared that we were serious and that the rules were the rules. Whoever caught her first, would get to cum in her. I purposely left that open ended. I figured that was up to the winner. I was just as excited to find out how it would work out. I also made sure they knew not to hurt her, but that she didn't mind a little "rough play." I told them that if she was found, I'd sound a horn, which would give the "winner" fifteen minutes. Everyone had to stop where they were. After 15 minutes, I'd blow the horn again and the game would resume.

Just before I let them go after her I told them that I'd be in there, too, both for her safety and to make sure everyone played, "fair." They all laughed at that. I didn't tell them about how hard it would be for her to maintain silence if I caught her and tickled her, I wanted them to find that out on their own.

"GO!" I yelled as the men tore into the maze. Even for a man of his early sixties, I'd guess, the rodeo clown kept right up with the younger men until they disappeared from sight.

I quickly got in my car and drove down the road at the side of the maze. Even in the daylight, getting through the maze in thirty minutes would be a task, but in her hobbled state it would be impossible. Still, she had the 30 minute head start in her favor and the ability to hide in various places. I drove around to the road which separated the two halves of the maze. I knew she wouldn't have made it through part one so I entered there and worked my way back. Surprisingly, she'd come close. I ran into her after only a minute of looking. She was sweating and panting. She almost shrieked until she saw it was me. I pulled her to the ground and I tickled her ribs and waist as I counted down. She was grunting and growling but managed to hold off screaming, for now.

"Three, two, one...." I chuckled as I lifted her back up. I slapped her on the ass. "You'd better get going, those guys look like they can run pretty fast."

The look in her eyes was priceless, fear, lust, panic, spite, it was all there. I didn't want to tip off the guys how far she'd gone so I moved the car down the road and walked along the edge of the more intricate maze she'd now entered. I knew some of the sticking spots. I texted Jared.

"Wow, you guys are slow, what's taking you so long? You should've seen her, she's all sweaty, the bra is sticking to her big tits, she's a little scratched up from the corn, and I'm guessing she's more than a little wet."

"Fuck you," he texted back. "I'ma get 'er, and just for that I'm going to fuck her raw."

I smiled, my motivation was working. I stood atop a large pile of hay bales, which blocked one of the passages. From that vantage point I could see the movement from the end of the first half of the maze, someone had made it through. They were gaining on Rebecca. It seemed that the men had split up as well, perhaps as part of a team thing. They could try more passages that way and if one of them made it, then.....good for them.

I was about to look for Rebecca again when she stumbled right into my dead end. I again held her down and tickled the fuck out of her, more violently this time, just to make her squeal. She did this time, once, before forcefully stifling it. I wondered if that sound had attracted her nearest pursuer. Just to add to her torment, I lifted her bra and attached some particularly nasty nipple clamps. She moaned as I sent her on her way, after warning her about how close someone was getting.

I knew I had to stick close now, I didn't want to miss anything. Even with scouting the maze and making some changes it still wasn't the easiest thing for me to do, negotiating the maze in the dark. I didn't want to use a flashlight either. I didn't want to aid anyone in finding her. I just stayed back a bit and listened to her fumble along. She was losing ground. I could hear footsteps behind us. She wasn't going to make it. She was either going to have to hide or pay the price. However, even hiding wasn't a good enough plan, the longer she hid, the more time it gave the others to find her.

She kept finding the dead ends. I could hear her sniffling, the raw fear and excitement had her crying. She almost ran into me as she reversed her course. A part of me wanted to give in and show her the right way but upon seeing her, in the moonlight, I changed my mind. Her hair was flowing, her tits were bouncing. I could see her skin glisten. She was a sexy Halloween goddess. I remembered how much she liked this sort of thing. I stepped back into the darkness to avoid her seeing me. She stumbled past me, she was heading directly backwards. I sneaked after her. In an opening I saw it.

She ran directly into the viking. He was a strong, tall Nordic type. I could see his blond hair in the moonlight. I saw his smile flash wide when he saw her.

She gasped and tried to run, which was comical, since her legs were hobbled by the short rope. He caught her by the arm and slung her around.

"I win," he smiled lewdly. He had a strong Norwegian accent. I'd never met him, but because of my agreement, this stranger was about to have my Rebecca, in whatever way suited him.

I blew the horn, which startled both of them. I apologized and walked down the maze a bit. I texted Jared, "you let the viking get her? It's YOUR maze, and I thought you fancied her. Oh well, maybe next time," I goaded.

I was just out of sight as I saw the man pull her top down, revealing the nipple clamps. He was amused by them, he pulled them off of her, which caused her to wince. He played with her ample tits and felt her up, while kissing her deeply. I could see her grind against him. She was hot, for sure. I could see his hand on her crotch, rubbing her through the jeans before he pulled them down around her ankles. He had access to her wetness for a few minutes before he guided her to her knees in front of him. He was going to make my slave slut suck him off. I watched as she took his cock in her mouth. Her hands were helpless behind her, he was guiding it into her mouth rhythmically. It was mesmerizing watching it all, framed by the light of the moon. I couldn't hear what he was saying to her, I was too far back, I was afraid to move closer. I didn't want to disrupt the flow.

I wondered if he would fuck her but then I remembered my watch. It had been 12 minutes already. He managed to finish just in time. I saw him holding her head steady as he blew his load in my slut's mouth. I let him soften before I appeared and blew the horn in front of them, the chase was back on. I put the nipple clamps on her as her eyes reflected a lustful haze. I had to help her stand, her jeans were bunched around the ankle cuffs. I made a quick decision, I cut the rope, which allowed her legs to be free. In return though, I made her step out of her pants. She was now just in her bra and panties, her hands were still cuffed behind her. Reluctantly, the viking had to head back to the beginning of the maze. He wanted another chance at her. I drove him back and dropped him off and raced back down the road to another interception point.

I hoped I wasn't too late to miss anything. I wasn't. I slipped into the maze through a side "door" I'd made. Rebecca had made it a good ways before I caught her. I tickled her again, this time I pinned her down, my weight on top of her. I was merciless this time, she couldn't help but giggle and shriek. I dipped my fingers into her pussy. She was totally soaked.

"Uh huh, I thought so, " I grinned. I sent her on her way. I could hear her pursuers, they were attracted to her sounds. She really wasn't that far from the end. There was a chance she could make it, especially now that she could run. There'd be no more tickling. I doubted I'd be able to catch her, tickle her before someone would be on her. There wasn't that much distance now between them. I rushed down the side of the maze, I wanted to get ahead to watch the proceedings.

She raced around a corner and to my surprise the clown was right behind her. He caught her and tackled her in a pile of hay. I came in right behind them. I blew the horn and I smiled to him and said, "she's all yours, remember, 15 minutes and she's off."

"Eh," he grunted, "it won't take that long." He was rougher, coarser than the viking. He was thick, muscular, but also overweight, though pretty evenly proportioned. He manhandled her to her knees, her butt up, proudly facing the moon, her head buried in the hay. He was on her quick. His hands pulled her hips toward him. I heard her moan. He was inside her. I know how wonderful that feels, that tight wet pussy wrapped around my cock. I know he's probably never felt anything that good before. He yanked on her nipple clamps as he fucked her which caused her to buck even more wildly into him.