Desert Chronicles · Bound · Part 2

Desert Chronicles · Bound · Part 2 (2/2)
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That would leave her trapped and unknown in the basement. No way.

They printed a map of that area of the base and circled the building where she’d be. They wrote the word “Basement” beside the building in the picture and left it in plain sight on top of Tony’s desk in his dorm room. If anything did happen to Tony enough people knew about Nel to wonder where she had gone, which would lead them to check his room and see the paper and know where to find her. It would be as embarrassing as hell but enormously better than the alternative.

The basement was still just the way it was three days ago; it would still be lit enough to see for the next few hours because the days were long this time of year where they were. She was nervous but quite determined and dead set to do this no matter how she felt.

They got to the area where they were going to do things and it was time. Nel smiled at him and stripped off her t-shirt and bra. The idea was he would take his time, more to help keep her calm. First she’d take off her top and he’d tie her wrists out, then play with her a while so she could get used to it, then take her shorts off, then tie her ankles, probably play with her a little more but absolutely no taking her until he had left and come back. Then he’d leave and go the rest of the way to the quick stop, get them both a soda which would be still cold to prove he had actually left her, then when he got back he was welcome to do whatever he wanted with her until he was done.

Scary, but do-able. They had walked to the quick stop a few times, Tony’s total time depended on how busy it was. At a minimum twenty minutes, if they were busy it might be as much as 40. Hopefully not. She wasn’t thrilled about this at all but after Saturday night she was going to do it, come hell or high water.

Actually it wasn’t that bad. She only had to keep her flight instinct down until her wrists were secured. Once that happened she could not get away or prevent Tony from doing the other things he was planning. She trusted him, it was just that it was here in the middle of a military base, his military base. She’d have been a lot less nervous about all of this somewhere outside the gate.

It wasn’t like she could say something and Tony would stop. Tony had offered her one, but she hadn’t ever believed in safe words. If she was tied up and helpless, she wanted to be tied up and helpless. She had found herself tied up a lot as part of sex and Tony (and Greg and Don) had known that while they were to stay within any agreed parameters they were free to improvise and surprise her if they so wished. It added spice to the events for her; she had no guarantee she knew in advance everything that was going to happen. It could be scary but once she had done it a few times she had found herself hooked. She wondered if Tony had anything extra planned, and if so what she was in for.

Tony knew her well enough that to go too fast would only lead her toward panic, so he closed with her and they kissed for a while. There was plenty of time, maybe another three hours of sunlight; they’d be long gone from here before dark. He reached for a wrist, slipped the 3/8 inch nylon rope loop around it and cinched It down. He passed the far end of the rope through the wire next to a post above her head. She stretched her other wrist out and the second rope was tightened around it and passed through the wire near the matching post on the other side.

She lay quietly while he walked into the two areas on either side of the one Nel was in and passed the ropes around the 2×4 and then back through the wire on the far side of each post. She felt a little panic as Tony came back into the area where she was but fought it back down. The concrete was cold but she had already adjusted, she was topless, flat on her back, and about to be made helpless here where nobody really knew her and nobody but Tony knew where she was, and things would go on from there. Tony saw it, reached down and gave one of her breasts a reassuring squeeze. It worked and she smiled back at him.

Seeing her smile he bent to his task and in a few seconds he had pulled all the slack out of both ropes and knotted them securely around their posts. Done, he gave her a chance to tug at them – the loops around her wrists were already tight and with her arms stretched out she had no way of loosening them. Actually that was not true; right now she could scoot up and loosen the loops with her teeth, but once her ankles were secure that would not be possible and she would be stuck until Tony let her go.

It wasn’t that bad, she had been tied up and made helpless for sex dozens, maybe hundreds of times between the three boyfriends she had. It was just that every other time had been at home or somewhere safe around the city, or well outside it. here she was, even in the middle of an active military base, alone.

Tony, bless his heart, must have seen it. Instead of continuing with tying her up he took off his own shirt and lay full on top of her, supporting himself with his arms, and just kissed her. Ten minutes later she was completely calm and back to trusting Tony completely.

Off came her flip-flops and they were set beside her by her top. She lifted her hips as Tony slid her shorts and the panties underneath them off and now she was naked. The air was warm enough even if it was dusty. She might be sneezing from the dust but she wouldn’t be cold. She lay still and just looked at the nondescript wood-beam ceiling here that was the supports for the floors above as she felt loops go around and be tightened around her ankles. Tony moved into the other two areas again to loop the ropes around posts; once he tightened them she would be stretched out and there for the duration.

She took a deep breath; as little as she liked the thought of being left alone down here nobody knew they were here and she trusted Tony, He stretched her ankles a little too far apart, it seemed like every boy she let tie her up did. Her ankles were spread really wide, maybe four feet apart when three would have been much more comfortable and as the only requirement was her legs being far enough apart that there was easy access to her pussy, three would have been perfectly adequate. She had tried telling her first boyfriend that a few times, but he still wanted her ankles unreasonably far apart and she had long ago given up and accepted it.

Tony was done with his work and it was now too late. She did the expected and obligatory try to see if any of the knots or loops were loose; no, they were not. She was tied. She wondered what would happen now.

Tony looked over at her and smiled at her, then gave her nearest breast a reassuring shake. He spent a few minutes running his hands all over her naked body, especially drawing little patterns in her pubic hair triangle, enjoying himself and reinforcing that she was helpless to stop him. She had no problem with his touch, but a part of her was anxious for him to head out to the quick stop – the sooner he left the sooner he would be back, fuck her soundly and then let her go. He had promised her a nice dinner out on the town afterward and it was a worthy reward after doing this for him.

Done molesting her, he leaned over her. “Now that we are here, more than anything else I want to take you hard and fast.” He laughed and shrugged. “But I can’t do that, can I? We said none of that until after I had gotten you your soda.” She just smiled back

He reached into his backpack and pulled out the blindfold she expected to be wearing soon… and a roll of duct tape. Oh damn… there was only one reasonable use for the duct tape and she would not be happy about being gagged. Then again, they had not talked about it and ruled it out so it was perfectly in bounds and she was already tied tightly and unable to stop him. That was probably why he had waited until she was securely bound to pull it out of his backpack. She could say nothing about it; complaining about it would only ruin the mood.

The blindfold didn’t go on then but he did as expected tear off a large enough strip of duct tape to gag her. She smiled at him as he leaned over him. “Kiss me for a few more minutes first.” She urged him. He happily oblige before the tape went on.

After that he did plant his lips firmly where he wanted his cock to be and began to work. Nel struggled for about thirty seconds and then stopped because she was enjoying it too much.

He didn’t take her all the way. He got most of the way there to her very disgruntled noises and spent some time sucking and licking on her breasts while her glow down between her legs, damn him, dissipated. Then things took another bad turn. He packed away into his backpack every piece of clothing she had been wearing. They hadn’t discussed it; she had just assumed her clothes would have been left there in case she got loose. Well, guess again, honey. And again she was naked and gagged and could do nothing about it.

Tony again reached into his bag and pulled out a vibrator and a tube of lube. No, dammit, she thought, get your ass to the store and back so you can fuck me and get this over with. With the gag in she couldn’t even say that now. She didn’t understand why he put so much lube on the thing, several times as he worked it slowly all the way into her. After the tongue-licking he had just given her she was plenty wet down there. And, she sighed, now as slick down there as scum on a doorknob.

Then he placed and turned the vibrator on. She jumped as she felt the vibrations hit her, tried to shift away from it but was tied too tight. After a couple seconds of struggling against her ropes for real she stopped and lay still. There was nothing she could do about it; he wanted to and she couldn’t stop him. But after a minute or two she again stopped minding and started enjoying. It would be just like him and it had been done to her many times, but he just damn well better not stop her short again this time.

He didn’t. He ran her straight to her orgasm, working the buzzing tool all over her lower lips and in and out inside of her. It only made her want the real thing.

When he saw her starting to come he pulled the vibrator out and shut it off, brushing her hair gently and talking lovingly to her as she peaked and slowly came back down. He packed the vibrator up and zipped the backpack closed, all her clothes still inside. She would have been unhappy but was at the moment still a little dazed.

He reached over and grabbed the blindfold, slipping it over the top of her head and down around her eyes. She felt him press down the little bit of duct tape he always had at the top of the blindfold to her forehead to make sure it would not slip. She heard him lean over her, give her a quick kiss on her gagged lips, then promised he would be back as fast as he could. That cleared her head like a shot. She listened to his footsteps going up the stairs, the door at the top of the stairs opening and closing, and then a few faint traces as he fully walked away. The quiet settled around her and she was alone, helpless and naked here in the middle of this basement.

When you do not have your sight your other senses enhance to compensate. Nel could taste the plastic and a little of the adhesive of the duct tape holding her mouth closed. The air smelled of dust and old mixed in with the smell of her own arousal and the lube Tony had used on her. She could feel a very faint breeze across her body, on her erect nipples, across her chest and down in her wide-open crotch. She could hear a very occasional creak from the building she was in as it cooled in the evening and very faint noises of traffic on the street a short distance away.

She must be a sight, she thought. Alabaster white skin, jet black hair top and bottom, stretched out wide naked and helpless. Anyone finding her here could do anything they wanted to her. Blindfolded she wouldn’t even know who they were. She flashed back to her fantasy in the dorm over the weekend of so many guys taking her and coming inside her that she could feel herself filling up with cum and was glad she was stuck on her back so she didn’t leak, or in this case gush. Guy after guy, her helpless and spread here in the basement where no one else knew where the party was.

One after another, one clinching up with a groan as she felt him spurt inside her only to be quickly replaced by another anonymous guy fucking her hard until he too came inside her and left, and she’d never know who he was either. It was for damn sure by the looks she had gotten in the dorm and in the rec room there, a lot of the guys there would be willing to form a line for her.

Damn, she thought as she shifted her hips, hoping for a little stimulation but tied as wide as she was finding none. Tony really did need to get back soon.

She heard the upstairs door open. She thought about making a noise, calling out for Tony, but decided against it. It had to be Tony, no one else knew she was down here, did they? But it had only been a few minutes, five at the absolute most, and Tony could hardly be at the quick stop by now, much less through it and back. He had taken so much time playing with her, dammit, that without doubt the place was busy with people stopping to get things on their way home so it would likely be even longer than the twenty minutes or so she had originally estimated the round trip would take. Depending on the lines there, maybe much longer.

As footsteps descended the stairs she wondered who it was and really, really regretted being blindfolded, and even letting herself be put here at all. To her growing horror the steps came quietly down into the basement and stopped when whoever it was was standing between her ankles.

Not good. She was helpless, wrists and ankles tied wide apart, naked, gagged, the smell of her own pussy and lube in the air. She struggled for real this time but was still unable to budge anything and after a few moments while whoever it was enjoyed the show watched, gave up.

There were three possibilities. Clearly this person was not law enforcement. If they were the first thing they would have done would have been to assure her she was safe now and start to untie her. It could be Tony. That option made the most sense; he knew she was down here and it would be just like him to set her up like this, naked and helpless, then come down and make her wonder who it was that was fucking her, and she had no doubt one way or another that was what she was in for.

Which left the worst possibility: It was someone else. The timing certainly made sense, but how? Then again, she thought, they had discussed this for a while Friday night in the rec room when she assumed they were alone but the door to the hallway had been open and it was possible someone had been listening. Or some lonely loser had seen the two of them walk into the building and had only seen Tony walk out and had decided to investigate. Well, if that was the case that loser was a winner this evening. Fifteen minutes was plenty of time to use her helpless body and be gone before Tony could return.

Then, as she lay still and fought back her real panic this time, maybe Tony had set her up. Maybe this was revenge for her blowing Allen, leaving her alone naked and helpless for someone, maybe Allen again, to have his fun and leave his results in her. That would be a major betrayal and she had never seen anything like that in Tony, but she wondered if he was actually pissed about what she had done and had hidden it well. Unlikely but still a possibility.

Whoever it was bent down and she felt his hands at her waist. She freaked out, thrashing desperately and making all the noise she could through her gag. Whoever it was kept his hand right there on her waistline, proving the futility of her efforts. Finally she stopped, defeated.

He stepped to the side and she heard sounds that could only be the guy undressing. There was the gentle sound of a shirt hitting the concrete, then the sound that could only be pants unsnapping and hitting the floor beside them. Then again, it could be a girl; she really had no clue and no way of knowing. Seeing what was inevitable with her like this, she figured she’d be sure soon enough.

She felt his hand at the tape at the side of her mouth, starting to peel it off. What, was he ungagging her? Boy he was confident. It turned cold as his hand moved to place a finger across her mouth in a “shhh” gesture. The hand then moved down to firmly grab her throat for a second, then moved back up to the “shhh” gesture. it was clear enough. He was going to un-gag her but there would be a price to be paid if she misbehaved. She had been choked out until she lost consciousness a few times as part of past sex play and she hadn’t liked any of it at all. She nodded her head to show she understood. If this wasn’t Tony then if she was not gagged she could warn him when he arrived.

Anyway, if he was dumb enough to make it possible for her to scream and call for help she was happy to let him. He peeled the tape almost all the way off her mouth, leaving just a little still stuck to her cheek. The message was clear – it could be easily and quickly re-applied.

It took her a second to moisten her mouth. “Tony? Tony, please tell me it’s you.” The finger again was placed against her now-bare lips and then moved back down to her throat, this time grabbing it and cutting off her airway a bit, just for a second. Nel nodded her understanding.

“I’ll shut up after this, I promise. Just tell me you’re not going to hurt me.” A finger was placed on her sternum, then was tapped twice. “OK, I get it. One tap yes, two taps no. Is that right?” A single tap. “And you’re not going to hurt me?” There was a pause and Nel wondered if she had pushed it too far, Then she felt hands give her breasts a squeeze, rapidly followed by another at her crotch.

“Well, yes, but beyond that you have no plans to hurt me.” A second later there was a reassuring single tap on her sternum. Then again the person could be lying, but if they were, why bother to un-gag her? “Ok then.” She murmured. “Let’s get this over with.”

She expected the next feeling would be him pushing into her, but curiously enough he bent down and began to suck on her breasts. She could feel his erection on her leg. Tony really didn’t spend that much time on her breasts and when he did it was licking and sucking. This person was rougher, sucking and pinching her erect nipples, almost chewing on them for brief moments. That was scary because that indicated it wasn’t Tony.

He finished and she felt him position himself at her entryway. She expected a shove but this time he was playing with her, making it last, drawing it out. He knew she didn’t want to feel him or have him inside her and she could do nothing to stop him. Damn you to hell, you can’t just screw me, you have to fuck with my head too? He took the longest time, just pushing the tip inside of her. She was still fully lubed from what Tony had done to her before he left. With a sickening thought she hoped whoever it was did not mistake this for thinking she was liking this.

Whoever it was apparently got tired of tormenting her and started slowly with each push going a little deeper inside her, millimeter by millimeter each time. She wanted to scream, but that would only get her re-gagged.

He was finally full-stroke in her and going to town. The lube was running out and she heard him pull out, heard the pop of the top of the lube bottle and the sound of it being squeezed. Good, if it wasn’t Tony and it seemed pretty clear it wasn’t, there’d be fingerprints on the bottle to check. Hard to do but possible. You’ve just fucked up big time, asshole. Gotcha.

Whoever he was settled back on top of her and to her dismay re-applied the gag before picking back up where he had left off. Full strokes, he was going for his goal and all she could do was lay there and be the visual and physical aid to what effectively was him masturbating with her body. She let her head fall off to the side. He kept pumping in and out of her. Nothing she could do about it. For what little it meant she closed her eyes.

Where was Tony anyways? How long had he been gone, fifteen, twenty minutes? He could be back any time. There’d be a fight but she had confidence in him. Despite the tape she’d make all the noise she could as soon as she heard him to warn him.

Come to think of it, it was the one thing that didn’t make sense about what was happening. This person was not in a hurry. Take time to chew on her unprotected breasts, take his time getting all the way into her pussy. As if he wasn’t worried about being disturbed or interrupted. That thought scared her. If one other person knew about her being down here, nothing stopped it from being more than one. That group could have intercepted and stopped Tony, and maybe he wasn’t going to be coming back to rescue her any time soon as she expected. And if there was more than one person in on this there was no guarantee that only one person was going to take advantage of her and likely not.

Fantasies notwithstanding she was a one man woman (maybe two at a time on rare occasions) and that man was Tony. She shook in her bonds despite herself and whoever it was broke rhythm for a second but when it wasn’t repeated went back to plowing in and out of her. She was keeping it under control but the panic was starting to ramp up a bit.

Whoever it was tightened up, plunged deep, and she felt him spurting deep inside her. The bastard had the balls to kiss her on the forehead as he left. His footsteps faded away and nothing was heard to replace them, even after several minutes, thankfully the group option did not seem to be the winner. At least the S. O. B. had left his fingerprints on the lube bottle.

It was about ten minutes later when she heard someone walking in, making no attempt at being quiet. “Hi baby! Miss me?” Tony’s voice called as he descended the stairs. She was so glad to hear him.

She tried to talk to him but with the tape gag all she could do was “mmph”. Tony pulled off the blindfold but aggravatingly made no move to pull off the tape closing her mouth. He pulled two liter-sized sodas out of his bag and set them on the ground beside her. She looked and could see the moisture on them, oh yes they were cold, which made her heart sink. She made more noise but Tony seemed to misinterpret it. “Oh yeah, it was horrible at the quick stop. So many people and this one Karen who locked things up for about ten extra minutes.

I spent the entire time thinking of you and thinking of doing this.” He was already out of his clothes and to her horror she watched as he grabbed the lube bottle to pour some on him, ruining any fingerprints on it. Nel almost screamed and then just rolled her head off to the side in defeat. Tony, oblivious and very horny, plowed into her and went to town. Well, dammit, there goes the possibility of finding whoever it was earlier by his semen. She shook her head, defeated for a second time in an hour.

Tony was oblivious and very hungry. She wondered; could it have been him before? It had been about fifteen or twenty minutes – it was not likely but possible if he really wanted to do it or had taken a pill. She wasn’t entirely sure whoever it was before had gone flat after he had come inside her, so she wasn’t entirely sure.

Tony clinched up and pushed in and held for his normal few seconds, then pulled out. He took the time to dress while she lay there still tied and watching, then pulled her clothes out of his backpack and then started removing the ropes on her ankles and wrists. Nel bided her time, laying still until the last rope was off, then ripped the gag off, grabbed her shirt and shorts and covered herself as she shrank against the concrete wall.

She was borderline hysterical. “Tell me it was you, Tony! Tell me it was you and I’ll forgive you but you owe me one hell of a dinner tonight! Because if it wasn’t you I was raped while you were gone!” She was visibly shaking.

Tony got scared himself, spread his arms in a conciliatory gesture. “Oh no, Nel. Dinner’s on me. It was me, baby. The whole time. Part of the fantasy that you helped me do. I figured you’d know. Nobody else knew you were down here. I didn’t think you’d take it this way. I am so sorry, sweetie, I figured you’d know. I can’t believe how sorry I am.” She could see how scared he was now. Good.

“You didn’t think I’d feel that way?”

“No!” he pleaded. “I was dumb as a rock. To be honest, I was so busy on my side of it that I never stopped to think that hard about it. Really, really stupid of me. It will never happen again, I swear. I’m sorry. Really, really sorry. I love you, I want to marry you, you know that. I never meant to scare you or hurt you.”

Her eyes were still flashing fire; he had rarely seen her so mad and it like now had never been good. “Prove it,” she challenged.

Tony reached into his bag and drew out a freezer pack, about half-depleted. “I had the sodas in my bag the whole time.” She still looked unconvinced.

“Look,” he said, leaning toward her. She tensed up as if to hit him, and in her current state he couldn’t be entirely sure she wouldn’t. He stopped. “Permission to touch you?” She nodded, still naked just hidden by her clothes as she held them in front of her to cover her. He reached up to her lips, held his finger across them in a “shhh” gesture, then moved his hand down to barely grasp her throat, then back to her lips.

Nel’s eyes got real wide. Tony saw the slap coming right for his face and figured the best thing he could do was to just let it happen.

Desert Chronicles · Bound · Part 2 (2/2)
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