Desert Chronicles · Bound · Part 1 (1/2)
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7: Basement
It was a crazy and dangerous thing he wanted to do. But she had always done that sort of thing.
Tony was military, young, 22, on a base far away from their home where they met and fell in love. Nel was a wild 20, on her own, a woman now, and visiting. They had both waited and they had both picked right back up where they had left off when he had left seven months ago. He wanted her to see where he was and to look at the city and environment where they would be living once they were married. She was more than happy to do this.
The base he was stationed at had been there for a while; most were. There were some old group housing, maybe BOQs, maybe temporary quarters. They would have been called six-family condos if they had them back in the 50s. She wasn’t sure, that was way before her time. What they were was thoroughly abandoned and while not in bad shape they were horribly outdated and no doubt waiting to be torn down and replaced with something useful. The straight line between the barracks and the quick stop took one through the set so it wasn’t entirely unusual to see people walking through the set of them going to the quick stop and back. It was easy to halfway through duck off the path and into them, but why bother?
They were on the way to the little quick-stop that was run by the military for the housing area and only a short walk away from the barracks complex where her boyfriend, who she fully expected to be her fiancée before she left, had a room. The modern military had enough space that the residents did not have to share rooms anymore, so she was safe to rack out with him in his room at night. All the other guys in the building knew she was there and nobody cared. She wasn’t a problem and no doubt they all enjoyed having a beautiful young woman with long jet-black hair and very white skin in their midst.
Likely they had done the same or hoped they would and counted on the same support from their neighbors. As long as she wasn’t caught in the room alone during the week during the duty day, sleeping arrangements were not only no problem, for her they were downright delightful. Tony shared a bathroom and a shower with Harry, the guy in the next room, but he was cool and just said to lock the door to the joint entryway if she was in there so there were no accidents. She was sure grateful that she didn’t have to try to sneak a shower in a community shower area in a barracks full of young men, although there was a part of her that was wild enough to think it might be fun.
All in all the trip was good and gave her a chance to check out the city where she would be living if they got married; no way in hell did she want to live on post.
The old condos, though. Wood construction which was not holding together all that well in the weather. They had basements, but once one got down the wooden stairs it was just small 10 x 20 areas for each of the units above sectioned off by spaced 2 x 4s with chicken wire walls, One time when the two of them were walking to the quick stop Tony had talked her into going in to show her. She had been reluctant; there were no signs forbidding entry but surely the military would not want anyone there, if nothing else because something might collapse in such an old, decrepit place.
He told her he kept thinking about the basement as he showed her, and her in one of the storage spaces, tied spread-eagle and naked, waiting helpless while he went the remaining distance to the quick stop and came back, just lying there naked, and when he got back him fucking her hard and steady. After that he’d let her go and she’d get dressed and they’d go about their day.
It wasn’t the wildest thing she had ever done. It was up there but far from it. She had a VERY wild first boyfriend and Tony knew most of the juicy parts. She had done a lot of kinky things back then and Tony had his own set of interests more or less in the same direction which suited her. She loved Tony and thought he was the one; she wasn’t about to not do something with him she had done with others in her past. Fortunately some of the more outlandish things she had done didn’t interest him.
But this… Being left naked and helpless somewhere for a while was NOT an item on her bucket list. Getting fucked thoroughly by Tony afterward definitely was, so of course she’d do it, but well, ok, she guessed. He was wanting to do it later, Monday, after he got off duty. She said she’d think about it but might say no. She hated to say no, and if they were out in the middle of nowhere or even somewhere in town she probably would not have minded, but in the middle of a military base? She said she’d let him know.
She had flown in on the redeye the previous Thursday, had Friday morning in his room to rest. It was a little risky being in his room during the duty day; the barracks manager could check rooms at any time without warning but Fridays generally were easy days as inspections were completed earlier in the week. As it was, he got her from the airport, got her back to his room, and she barely had a chance to smile at him, much less anything better, before he had to go to work. She sighed discontentedly; after seven months and to have him in her arms and then he flits off, dammit. Well, she had until next Saturday night here, and there would be plenty of time for plenty of the things they both had been missing over that time.
First, just to satisfy her paranoia she snooped. Of course he had plenty of notice to purify things, but she knew from experience he wasn’t perfect at that. Twenty minutes of poking turned up nothing and she felt satisfied he had been doing just as he said and as she had: waited. Happily she turned her sight to his bed, that doubtless would smell like him and where she would be blissfully asleep in a little bit. Tony was going to try to get off duty at lunch time, but it might fall through. She debated, t-shirt or naked?
Of course, she wanted him to come back to find her naked so they could get right to what she had been waiting for, but there was no absolute guarantee that it would be Tony coming through the doorway. It might be one of the dorm managers. They had discussed it; if she was found no doubt he would be called and she should just last through it and they’d get her a hotel room. Her sleeping in his bed wasn’t a court-martial offense, especially if they were engaged or about to be. With a devilish smile she left all her clothes at the side of the bed and climbed in. The bed happily did smell like the man she loved; It was divine and she was out like a light.
She awoke to the sound of a key in the door. Her first thought was “why in the hell am I naked” followed quickly by “and where in the hell am I?” It came back fast and she was aware again. She hoped fervently it was Tony at the door; if not she could wrap herself in the blanket until she could get properly dressed. If it was Tony… Either way her proper move was to pretend to still be asleep and she did so.
It was Tony. Oh goody! She closed her eyes, barely breathing and waited. He was quiet but his first touch was his lips to hers. She opened her eyes, laughed, tossed the blanket off and pulled him on top of her. No more waiting.
Afterward they drove into town for lunch at a high-end restaurant that rotated slowly one circuit an hour. She had worn a somewhat loose top and a ruffled very short miniskirt that showed miles of leg. She only had a week and then they expected it would be another six months; she was going to make as deep an impression as she could. They talked and he described the city to her. She had made it clear she wanted to live in the city; he had some thoughts about two or three different areas where they could find a house. It was the hardest thing to convince Tony that she’d live in a cardboard box as long as Tony was there with her. He should pick a place; If they turned out not to like it they could always move. They drove around and looked at each of the areas and did a general tour of the city before catching dinner and heading back for the barracks a little after dark.
They wound up drinking beer and playing pool in the barracks rec room on the first floor. They had played a lot of pool before he had joined the service. The city they came from was a one-horse town and even that horse was borrowed from the next town over. It did have a pool hall and the two of them had made much use of it. A bunch of people, some who were Tony’s co-workers, some who were just fellow residents, stopped in to say hello and to no doubt check out the cute babe with the long legs in a short skirt.
Nobody really had any illusions about what was happening but it gave her a chance to meet people and to stoke a fire with Tony, and she knew just how to quench that fire when they got back upstairs. She had panties on under the skirt so there was no real risk. A few of the guys hung around and even joined a few games. Jerry was one of Tony’s coworkers, tall, sandy blonde hair, from Oklahoma and sounded like it but seemed to be a good guy. Allen was Tony’s best friend and teammate. He was about the same size and build as Tony, from somewhere on the eastern seaboard, and was very happy to meet the woman he had heard so much about.
And yes, he like everyone else was drinking in her body like water in the desert. Jamie, James, was another co-worker, stayed around for a game which he lost to Tony and beat Nel, and then departed. After about one AM both Tony and Nel were pretty plastered and as was her way, Nel was getting daring and probably stupid. They both were relatively evenly matched at this point, so she upped the ante. Strip pool, the loser loses a piece of clothing of their choice. The first game Nel lost her bra, then when Tony won the second she looked around, The rec room had windows all around but nobody was around. She looked at him, hoping nobody could see them from outside.
She had ducked into the bathroom to take off her bra; she just reached down and stripped out of her panties. She still hadn’t gotten them out of any of his and wanted at least one trophy before they ran upstairs. But she was out of things she could safely remove with open windows on a ground floor.
She was drunk enough to lose the next game. The hell with it; nobody was around and they could not see anyone in the parking lot. She was kind of scared but drunk enough to do it. Besides, she had thought it through when the idea was presented: She’d be gone in a week for another six months, but if she leaned over the pool table and held still; well, he’d be walking by the rec room every time he walked out of the barracks and see the pool table, guess what he’d be thinking? She really, really wanted that. Besides, she had been wanting to do it anyways for the last two hours – she bent over the pool table while Tony plowed her from behind. It was good drunk sex and she loved it; messy, scary, and fast. If anyone saw them they didn’t interfere.
The next day was Saturday. They did a little more touring, went to the city zoo and a few other places. Nel was in a solid white tight blouse, cutoffs, and the flip-flops she still almost always wore. She wore no bra under it and it was tight enough you could almost see an areole outline; nipples were no problem at all. It was a good day; she would have been happy shoveling manure next to her beloved. That afternoon was when Tony had taken her by the condos and pointed out the basement and made his proposal for later.
She had blushed but had been somewhat turned on at the thought, reflecting that she had spent far too much of her life tied up helpless for sex and it appeared the man she really, really wanted to leave a good impression on had spent too much of his recent life thinking about this. She had then backed against one of the chicken wire walls, reached up and out and grabbed the wire wall with both hands. She told him if she moved either of her hands he was welcome to tie them back in place. That had been fun. Later that night found them back in the rec room drinking and playing pool again. The night was going well and they both were once again well on the way to drunk.
Allen showed back up around 11 and with Nel in so little he showed every sign of wanting to stick around so he could get as long an eyeful as he could. Tony seemed to be ok with him staying so Nel didn’t complain. As they got drunk and talked Allen turned out to be somewhat recently deserted, lonely, and not a bad person. In a different world she would have taken a shot with him and it might not have been bad. Then again, maybe it was all the beers she had been drinking.
It was late, around 1:30, and nobody else had been seen for over an hour. Everyone was lit and the guys had long ago abandoned trying to be discreet about how they were gawking at her. She was fine with that from Tony, that was sort of the point. She was ok with that from Allen as long as he kept his manners and Tony didn’t object. Being drooled over by two guys was obviously good for her ego. The conversation was degenerating along with everyone’s sobriety and at times got dangerously risqué.
Tony accidently sank the eight ball early so he was out of the game. Allen looked at Nel and challenged her; said he wanted to raise the stakes. She of course was piqued and Tony was not objecting. Allen was drunk or he would have never even dared say it, but if he won she took off her top. Nel looked over at Tony who looked drunk enough to probably be wanting to see that too, the thought of her out here in public that way was of course a turn-on for him.
No. Not going to do it. Not that drunk. And definitely not for anyone else other than Tony. But the alcohol in her was undermining her too. There was one other option. “No, I won’t do that. But…” She wondered how this would go over with Tony. He was a pretty passive drunk. “I will give you a blow job if you win.” If Tony objected all he had to do was say no.
“Okay.” Allen slurred. But if I win you will do me topless and with your hands tied behind your back.” Nel’s head swam at that; just how much had Tony told Allen about her? Tony said and did nothing; if anything he seemed to be holding his breath. Nel held hers too for a few seconds, expecting Tony to shut that down but to her surprise he did nothing. Well, if he was willing to watch, maybe she would. Shouldn’t a good wife-to-be do what was pleasing to her husband, or husband-to-be? To hell with him. Nel, too drunk, shrugged and agreed.
She did honestly try. If she won and dodged this she was taking Tony and going to bed, Tony still didn’t seem to want to interfere, and Nel had to conclude to her shock he was willing to watch her blow his best friend. But she lost. Allen looked real happy and Tony still hadn’t made a sound. This was wrong; Allen was not her future husband, Tony was. Why didn’t he stop this?
She was really, really too drunk. She walked up to Allen, stopped three feet in front of him in that skin-tight shirt, nipples really standing out now. OK, nobody else cares. Keep your promises. “Take my shirt off me.” She told him. Tony seemed to want to watch, want a show. Oh, she’d deliver one hell of a show.
Allen started out by just grabbing her breasts through the shirt. It actually felt good to have someone grabbing and massaging them and not just the little movement in the shirt as she moved. She knew her most powerful move was to just stand and stare into Allen’s eyes while he did what he wanted. He kept going for over a minute, just squeezing them pleasantly and pinching her nipples which had been hard all night and were not getting any harder but Allan was sure trying. It was getting to her; dammit, right feeling, wrong person. And a little voice from deep inside giggled. Love the one you’re with. Tony is happy to watch. Weren’t you the one who was thinking three hours ago you’d fuck Allen if the cards had been right?
Finally he reached down and grabbed the hem of her shirt and raised it. She lifted her arms and he took it over her head and dropped in on the floor beside her and now she was topless facing the windows and with her now-bare back to Tony. Allen obviously had the best view but all the windows were open and the lights were on so anyone in the parking lot could see her too. She was too drunk to care, although a little part of her was, in fact, screaming in horror. She planned to ignore it. This was getting fun.
Allen spent a minute more caressing breasts now bare to his touch. It was starting to get hard for Nel to stand and he seemed to be nowhere near done. About halfway through Nel lost it. Too much alcohol in her, she no longer cared. She would not take her shorts off herself but if Allen tried she would not stop him; the only person who might was Tony and she no longer expected that or cared. He wanted to watch; let him watch. She’d be happy to lay Allen down on the floor and go cowgirl all over him until they both were satisfied. But she would just stay still and let Allen do whatever he wanted.
He got done with her breasts again and her knees steadied up. He motioned for her to spin around and reached down to remove his belt. She did so, turning to see Tony just sitting in a chair watching. What was wrong with him? She realized the chances were real good he was too drunk to interfere and she was really on her own. He smiled at her; not that far out of it. OK, no changes. She put her wrists behind her and felt Allen start to wrap his belt around them.
Damn, that was it; she was fully in heat now. She laughed inside, yes, she had been tied up for sex so much even as young as she was that getting tied up started her juices flowing. She looked down at the pool table. It was a standard build with two solid legs on either end. Both legs had two little floor runner knobs on the bottom so the whole weight of the bar did not mark the floor. She could see herself, she thought as the belt tightened around her wrists. Tied naked on the floor right there – one wrist and ankle to the nearer little knob, the other arm and ankle to the furniture at the side of the room, gagged and spread-eagle and naked on the floor, helpless, waiting.
Every guy in the barracks was invited by others to fuck her and dump a load in her; she struggled but couldn’t get loose to prevent it. It was Saturday night and nobody in authority would be in the barracks for a day and a half. All the action was taking place down on the ground so nobody outside had a good enough angle to see in and possibly save her. Group sex had never been something she had actually done or wanted to do but it had been a fantasy. She had on a few occasions had sex with her first boyfriend and the guy who turned out to be her second together but no groups, and especially no groups while she was tied up and helpless. But here, tied right there on the floor.
She could feel the first guy leaning over her, feeling his cock fumble around and then find the wet spot (why would it be so wet?) and plunge in. She struggled but could move so little it didn’t matter. And then the first one was in her and pumping and there was nothing she could do about it. The scene changed; this must have been guy 10. The barracks held about a hundred guys, they were all lining up for their turn and there was nothing she could do about it. In and out he went, smiling happily. Then it was guy 30. Her pussy was hurting badly from overuse but the guys misinterpreted her moans of pain for moans of other things and gagged she was unable to communicate any better.
Her pussy was so full of cum it was absolutely sloshing in there. It would be terrifying to stand up; she’d have to hold her pussy lips closed or all that would gush out like a tidal wave. And they weren’t anywhere near halfway through. She struggled some more. It was still useless and there were 70 more guys to come…
Allen brought her out of it by slapping her on her bottom through the shorts. She came back to reality and shivered; damn she was so drunk. She could see Tony in front of them, just watching. OK, fine with her. Allen stood behind her and reached around to grab her breasts again; she just stood there with her eyes locked with Tony while Allen’s hands squeezed and massaged and pinched his fiancée’s breasts. Still no move from Tony. He was way too drunk, almost asleep, but still clearly watching. No, dammit, stop this. I am yours, not his! Don’t you give a damn? She checked; Allen had done an adequate job and her wrists were secure behind her.
She could probably work out of it given long enough, but it would take a while. She just stood there while Allen massaged her breasts and stretched her nipples, wondering how far this was actually going. With her hands tied now she could not stop Allen from stripping her out of her shorts and she had no panties on underneath them. But she was far too gone. If Allen took off her shorts she would let him fuck her any way he wanted to, unless Tony finally got off his ass and exerted a little authority. And at this point maybe even if he did.
Allen didn’t. He dropped his hands and spun her around to find him sitting back down in the chair with his shorts down and her next task waiting for her. She shrugged and knelt to start – she still wanted a hard cock in her pussy and not in her mouth – perhaps part of the way through Allen would get bold enough and decide he wanted her that way. Only one way to find out. She had given plenty of BJs in her life and even this drunk she was still well up to the task. She was going to suck him dry.
Tony woke up in his own bed, Nel there beside him, both of them naked under the covers. His head hurt but he could deal with that. Nel was beside him, and it was quiet, she had been trying not to disturb him, but she was crying.
He turned to her. “Baby, what?”
She abandoned trying to be quiet. Finally she grabbed him, pulled him on top of her so she could hug him. “Oh damn. What have I done? I’ve screwed up so bad, You must hate me after last night. I had everything! You were going to propose, we were going to be married and I was going to live happily ever after with you. And I got drunk and fucked it all up!” She broke into a full cry. “Just hold me for a while. Please, please, please. Don’t go so fast.”
It had all come back to her. She had finished with Allen, swallowed, then having had enough wished him a good morning, put her shirt back on and pulled Tony back up to his room. She was pretty sure they had sex once they got back up here; it sure felt like it. He was currently on top of her. His knees between hers, and she could feel his erection and it killed her, that she’d probably never feel again. She was surprised it hadn’t already shriveled up to a pencil. Last night, or this morning was really a haze, there was something about being tied down and the whole dorm going at her.
She was certain her shorts never came off while she was downstairs, but sick to her stomach as she remembered that it was only because Allen hadn’t tried to remove them. What she was sure about was horrible enough, not only was she stupid enough to cheat on Tony and blow Allen, suck him down and swallow every drop, she did it right in front of Tony, slapping him in the face with it. How could she have been so stupid? She clung tighter to who she still loved, desperately.
And gasped as he drove full into her. She wanted it like water to a dying woman. It was a pity fuck, it had to be. No way he could actually want her after last night. But she’d take it. Oh yes, she’d take it happily.
They both had passed the finish line and she was just holding on to him, keeping him on top of her. Finally he sighed. “Talk to me,” she begged him. “Tell me what you’re feeling.”
He reached down and brushed the hair out of her eyes. “Yeah, we got way too drunk last night, didn’t we? Going to have to avoid that.” He paused and her heart almost stopped. Her breathing definitely did. “Allen really did need that, and he’s a good friend, but not that good a friend. Nobody is or ever will be. You are mine and mine alone. I don’t hate you. I’m not even mad. You gave me all sorts of chances to stop things; I never did. You were drunk, I didn’t stop you and you made it clear to me you would let me stop you and maybe even wanted me to. Yeah, we have a problem but let’s just let it go. Blame for both sides, baby. I’m sure as hell not leaving you over it, or even changing plans. We, we screwed up and need to not do that again, ok?”
All Nel could do was nod happily. “Oh Tony I love you so much.” And after a second “And the basement? I owe you. I want to show you how much I love you. So the basement, just once. Any time you want to, I’m ready.”
The time came on schedule Monday after Tony was off work. She was again in a t-shirt and shorts, not cutoffs because she didn’t want to possibly draw that much attention to the two of them this time, and they walked from the barracks toward the quick stop and made the needed detour into the old condos and the basement there. She was still a little shaken about Saturday night and in some ways doing this was to prove something to herself as well as to Tony.
She did have one caveat, to allay her nightmare scenario. There she would be tied up hand and foot in an abandoned building, and the only person who knew she was there was Tony and the plan was for him to walk away and leave her alone for a while. Nobody really knew she was here, she was a visitor more or less on the down-low. She trusted Tony to be careful but accidents happened. She trusted him; it was the rest of the world she worried about. Some idiot could run him over while he was on his way too or from the quick stop.
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