"Come on, Ryn. You promised. You know you did," Louise insisted. "The weather's perfect, and I shaved my pussy special this morning. I want just the two of us around for this, and you know that we'll probably be seeing Joe and Harry later today," Louise pleaded.
Ryn looked groggy. She'd been up much of the night, mentally struggling with a tricky work problem. She'd skipped dinner the night before, and breakfast this morning, and her tummy was trying to remind her about that oversight. But Louise was right. She'd promised. "OK, OK," she mumbled unenthusiastically. "Help me get the cart out of the cellar."
The two of them maneuvered the cart up the ramp, and out to rest on the grass. Louise was beside herself with anticipation. Ever since she saw her neighbor, Ryn, naked and bound atop the cart, she knew she just had to experience that for herself.
Ryn checked the charge on the cart's batteries, going through the motions in an almost zombie-like trance. "How long do you want?" she uttered in a subdued voice.
"Five minutes," Louise answered, already stripping off her clothes. "No, wait. Make it ten minutes, please." Naked now, she bent over to watch Ryn put 00:10 on the timer. After the last mishap, both of them knew that this display was hours and minutes, not minutes and seconds, as Ryn had originally assumed.
"You sure you're ready for this?" Ryn said distractedly, shaking her long blonde hair out of her eyes, which had fallen forward as she'd leaned over.
"Oh, yes! Yes!" Louise replied, bouncing up and down in anticipation. The bouncing action made Louise's ebony curls fly up and down, and her generous tits bobbed and swayed in a manner that Ryn would have found highly exciting, if she'd been more alert. "I dreamed about it all night!" Louise gushed. "And my pussy's so wet right now that we don't have to lube its saddle dildo." She was referring to the vertical vibrator affixed to the top of the cart saddle that sprang to life at random intervals during the ride. "Should I climb aboard and slip it inside me?"
"Yes. Go ahead, and I'll adjust the straps." Almost as an afterthought, she added, "Oh. Do you also want to be gagged, as I was?"
Nervous with anticipation, Louise shifted from one foot to the other. Deciding, she answered, "Yes, please, Ryn. I just know I'm going to cum the moment that vibrator kicks in, and I don't want my resulting scream to scare the neighborhood." Having stated her choice, she gingerly scrambled onto the cart, held her labia open, and sank down onto the dildo. As she felt it enter, stretch and fill her, she groaned, "Oh my! I may not even have to wait for the vibrator to activate. Please gag me, quickly!"
Ryn managed to secure the special gag she'd designed on Louise's head. Soft, cloth covered foam shaped like a ball partially filled the dark haired woman's mouth, and attached to it, wide straps went horizontally to Velcro together behind her head. In addition, vertical straps went from her cheeks up, to join above her head, and down, to join under her chin. It wouldn't displace, even if she could shake her head violently. And, as Louise leaned back against the vertical bar behind her spine, Ryn lowered the posture collar enough to work properly with regard to the shorter woman's height, and carefully closed it around her neck - this prevented all but the smallest head movements anyway.
Louise blindly snaked her arms down through the loops that would confine her elbows and wrists, while Ryn threaded the two pairs of straps that would secure Louise just below her knees and just above her ankles. Finally, she secured Louise's torso with a strap across her tummy, and another that on Ryn herself would've been across the tops of her breasts, angling downward. On Louise, this strap had to go under the woman's generous tits, and angled upward, lifting them slightly as if presenting them on an obscene hammock. Louise could barely look down, but she saw how that strap made her tits jut forward lewdly, and blushed. She wasn't sure if she was grateful that Joe and Harry weren't around, or disappointed.
"You're all set, and aimed right," Ryn told her. "Go ahead and press the activation switch."
Louise tried, but it was a little too far to the side for her shorter fingers. She couldn't quite reach the activation switch. She mumbled a complaint into her gag, and the resultant sounds were gibberish.
Seeing her friend straining, Ryn knew she had to assist. But her lowered blood sugar made spots swim before her eyes as she braced herself against the cart to lean over to press the switch. She'd just pressed it when her eyes rolled up as she fainted. Her crumpling body caused two things to happen, only one of which Louise noticed. Ryn's outstretched finger brushed the timer, and before it fell free, the display read 02:10 in glaring digits. Two hours and 10 minutes! Louise couldn't see the timer, so she was unaware of that alteration.
But the weight of Ryn's slumping body shoved against the rear of the cart making the rear wheel swivel, and the now forward motion of the drive wheels skewed its course, before the sensors straightened out the rear wheel. Louise was well aware of the cart's lurch, and her eyes dilated in panic as she saw the cart was now aimed dead center for the driveway leading to the street! She tried to protest loudly into the gag, but her sounds were muffled, and Ryn was currently unconscious, anyway! "Why did Ryn shove the cart that way?" she frantically asked herself.
Inexorably, albeit slowly, the cart trundled past the edge of the house, and down the driveway. Louise was struggling the entire time, and sweating pretty badly by the time the cart reached the edge of the street. Unable to look behind herself, she had no idea why Ryn hadn't leaped to her rescue, but now she was more worried that she'd hear the screech of car brakes. Or worse yet, the sound of a car and no screech of brakes - just the sound of an impact!
Fortunately, it was a quiet street, and there were no cars at all at the moment. And no pedestrians. On the one hand, Louise would've been horrified to be seen by her neighbors like this - naked and bound. On the other hand, the fact that no one saw her meant that no one was around to free her, either.
Being a modern development, the driveways on opposite sides of the street were staggered apart, to lessen the chances of two cars backing out at the same time might collide with each other. But that meant that when the cart reached the curb on the other side of the street, its sensors made it turn, and it ended up moving parallel to the curb. Going down the street. Heading toward the town center! This fact was registering in Louise's mind as the vibrator inside her kicked into life. And it buzzed so long and insistently that her straining body had no choice but to react.
Trying desperately not to do so, she came anyway!
She moaned in the gag as a strong orgasm coursed through her flesh. Her nipples stiffened so hard that it felt to her like she could scratch glass with them. If they were hard as diamonds, they were mounted in gorgeous settings of reddened, pebbled areolae. The crinkles in those sensitive rings of skin were so pronounced that the gentle breezes wafting over them were forced into every nook and cranny, causing maddening sensual caresses!
When the pleasure abated, the terror returned. "This isn't what I signed up for!" Louise shrieked mentally. "Being naked like this in Ryn's back yard is one thing. Being naked and vulnerable out on a public street is definitely another thing entirely!" She shook her body side to side as much as she could, pulling hard on the straps. But they held her firmly. All she succeeded in doing was to make her large tits jiggle back and forth atop their strap cradle. They bobbed and weaved, making her nipples trace strange designs in the open air.
The cart trundled into a patch of sunlight. The warm rays of the sun struck her sweaty skin and made it glow. She felt like she was now on some surreal stage, with a spotlight full on her. If their had been an audience, she could only imagine the jeers and catcalls they'd be articulating. "They'd probably be saying 'look at that slut' and 'her tits look enormous in that bright light' and 'forget the tits - look at the stuff oozing out of her cunt' and 'her cunt lips are so bright red and puffy' and other derisive things," she groaned mentally to herself.
The helpless, restrained woman was propelled through a couple of street intersections without incident. As the vibrator began purring inside her, Louise sucked air through her nostrils, trying to contain her excitement. She would have lost again, except the vibrator stopped before she climaxed. Perversely, she actually got a little angry at that. "Damn it! I was so close to cumming again! Why did it have to stop?!" she complained to herself, conveniently forgetting that she'd fought hard NOT to cum!
Her heart lurched in her chest as Louise spied a guy mowing his lawn up ahead. "Oh lord," she thought, "he's going to see me at any moment! What will he do to me? Molest me? Call the police?" Tears of fright formed on her eyes, and leaked down her cheeks. The moisture was making her sniffle, and her nose started to run, but there wasn't a thing she could do about it. She now had a very good idea how Ryn must've felt when, on her earlier mishap with the cart, she'd seen Harry and Joe walking toward her, eyeing her trussed, nude body.
Miraculously, the guy was so intent on his task, he apparently didn't even notice the slow moving cart. Again, Louise experienced mixed emotions. Of course, she was relieved that he hadn't seen her and done anything bad. But still - she was upset that she'd been ignored! "Oh my god!" she thought. "Here I am... naked and fully on display... and that jerk couldn't even be bothered to look?" Okay. She wasn't making much sense. But admittedly she was having a difficult time coming to grips with her vulnerability in this unforeseen circumstance.
"Hasn't it been ten minutes by now?" she queried herself. "I know that we set the timer for 10 minutes! I saw that on the display myself!" She had no way of knowing that Ryn's collapse had changed the timer settings. Then another thought struck. "What happens when the timer does expire? Oh yes. The straps loosen. I get freed. Oh my god! Then what? So what if I manage to get off this cart? I'll still be naked, with not a scrap of clothing here to cover myself. And I'm blocks and blocks from Ryn's place or my home! Even if I manage to cover my tits and my pussy with my arm and my hand, my ass will still be showing! My face will still be showing! And it'll be obvious that I'm running through the neighborhood - naked! I'll die of shame!"
She was starting to think, "Gosh, now I wish Harry and Joe had been there when all this started - they could've saved me! And whatever happened to Ryn? Why did she let me..." That stream of thought was abruptly cut off as the saddle's vibrator awakened with such intensity that Louise screamed and screamed into her gag as a rolling climax seized her body and attention! She came, and the vibrator didn't stop or even lessen. Air was wheezing in and out of her nose as she desperately tried to oxygenate the blood racing through her blood vessels, pushed by the frenzied pumping of her heart. Her eyes began to lose focus as another, even stronger orgasm burst inside her frame! It was as if this orgasmic wave had climbed atop the previous one, teetered, tipped over the edge, and was now crashing through her! It seemed like every muscle of her body contracted at the same time!
Mercifully, the vibrations ceased again, and the world swam around inside Louise's vision as her eyes rolled, crossed and uncrossed. When it finally settled back to something approaching normalcy, she saw two girls, probably in their late teens, walking on the sidewalk, coming toward her. They were quite close by this time, and were staring at her with shocked, owlish expressions. Then, almost as a unit, their hands flew up to cover their mouths as they giggled shrilly, looking at one another, sharing the ludicrous humor of the situation. They were still giggling loudly as they passed her completely. They didn't offer to help.
