Chapter 1: Bound
She awoke not knowing where she was, it was dark, and bumpy, a spare tire and a jack pressed into her lower back painfully. Her hands, bound behind her back securely, were useless to aid her in seeking freedom. Her wrists had been bound with what felt like zip strips, her ankles had wide banded leather shackles on them, and they were joined close at the ankles. One attempt at stretching also let her know that the anklets and the wrist binding were connected. She was hog tied in the trunk of a car, and she had no idea why.
Her last memory before waking here, was a fight with her husband. The usual arguments, she does too much, he doesn't do enough ... and when are we going to rekindle our sex lives? These questions and more had begun to creep into their relationship. Her mind wandered back to a half recalled conversation. She tried to explain to him in a language that he would understand. He was a caring lover, tender and gentle. She knew he could never force himself on anyone, nor cause what he thought was any pain. He simply didn't understand that there was " good hurt " as well, no matter how many times she tried, or how many ways she found to say it.
She was jarred from her memories as the car ground to a halt on a gravel road. She was debating on playing possum, and heard from outside a muffled male voice, " close your eyes, or the light may blind you. "
With that, the trunk opened and the sun did blind her. He was nothing more than a silhouette against the ball of light that is the midday sun. Warmth struck her skin, it felt nice. Strong arms lifted her from the trunk, easily. She tried to ease open an eye to catch a glimpse of her captive, but her eyes could not adjust quickly enough, before she was carried inside an old building. The wallboards were slats, parted by inches to let in bars of light, yet still leave enough darkness to be foreboding. in the center of the building she was dropped onto a soft surface, a mattress had been placed there.
She began to worry, and yet, somehow this situation caused stirrings deep inside her. She felt a tingle inside her she had not felt before. This was more than a tingle, the tingles grew and spread inside her. The tension, the fear, the not knowing, all these combined to create a mood in her, and she felt herself swell with blood, and the beginnings of arousal drip abundantly from between her thighs.
Her arms were abruptly lifted, and she felt a rope pass between her wrists, a knot securely tied, and she was yarded, hard, off the ground. Lifted sharp and fast, so sharply that she found she needed tip toes to remain standing, instead of hanging. Cold steel touched her hip, she felt it slide around, under the belt of her shirt, as the scissors closed, and her skirt and panties fell freely to the mattress. She tried futilely to hold the rent cloth by clenching her thighs. A sharp hard slap across both her cheeks told her this was not a good idea. sharp hot pain seared across her taut athletic butt.
" Sexy ass you have there, toy, perhaps I'll fuck it today? Perhaps i may even use lube "
