Desert Chronicles · Bound 5 · Part 1 (1/2)
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4: Scare Me
Nel was an actress as well as Greg's girlfriend. She had a strange request for him: Scare me. She had a role coming up in her current play and as hard as she tried, she could not wrap her head adequately around her character's situation. Part of the play involved her character being betrayed and captured by a former lover who was now with the bad guys and left her tied to a chair in a room with a ticking time bomb. Nel was having trouble wrapping her head around the desperation, the emotions around being left in that sort of situation. Of course, in the play she gets rescued at more or less the traditional last second by the hero.
So Nel asked Greg to find a way to help her, safely of course, to experience that so she could relate to her role. They were wildly kinky in their very active sex life. They had sex constantly it seemed and often she was tied up, usually naked. Which was fine with her. Above and beyond the fun and orgasms there were often acting opportunities. She spent so much time out of her clothes – especially out in the desert hills where no one else could see them – that her full-body no-lines tan was starting to be difficult to explain.
After about a week Greg told her he had figured it out for her. At his request she drove to the small desert town's one mall. It was a very familiar place to her, since she worked in one of the fashion shops there. She climbed into his car; it was just before noon on a Saturday and he assured her they would be back by six so in the busy parking lot her car would be fine. She wore a white blouse and a dress she really didn't like but he had insisted on for today. She wore it occasionally for Greg, a denim tube mini-dress that buttoned top to bottom down the front.
It was one of his favorite outfits, she thought mostly because it could be taken off her and she rendered naked while she was tied hand and foot. Which based upon what she had asked for was a strong possibility. He'd been acting a little weird lately, sort of distant, starting right around the time she had asked him for his help with the character. She figured she must have done something to piss him off, perhaps an afternoon of torrid kinky predations on her willingly offered body would fix it. That had normally worked in the past. It was worth a try.
The desert town where they lived was a railroad town, and had a military base just south of it. The main line railroad tracks ran through the town and the switch-yard therein then down to the coast. A second, much less busy line ran north for when the trains needed to avoid the coastal city. He drove her, talking little, out the highway that went parallel to the northern line. They drove until they were about thirty miles away from town in what looked to her like a really desolate area. There was nothing around as far as the eye could see, just the tracks a little to the west, barely in sight, and the desert hills way in the distance.
It was late winter, almost spring, and a decently warm enough day. She admitted to herself if she had to be naked out here she wouldn't get cold, although if he wanted erect nipples he’d have to rub them himself. He parked to the side of the road, the car would probably look broken down or out of gas, and not truly abandoned. He grabbed his backpack out of the truck bed. He asked her to leave her blouse here which she had expected to be asked to remove long before now. Once she did and joined him, he told her, "Let me show you what I had in mind" and led her off toward the train tracks. She followed clad only in her denim tube dress and her flip-flops.
It wasn't that she didn't look good in a microdress or microskirt, she looked well enough she thought. She knew she cut a figure: very white, nearly alabaster, flawless skin, jet black hair straight and well down her back. There wasn't an ounce of fat on her legs and she thought she looked plenty, plenty hot in something this short and two or three-inch heels but it just wasn't her. She did outfits like this every now and then out on dates with Greg, and once in a very great while at school. As a general rule a miniskirt was the best Greg got at school because that was what every other boy in school got when she was wearing it and while she had no problem at all with such things or a whole lot less in front of Greg she really didn't want to do it in front of every other boy at school.
Besides, if he wanted to see her in skimpy clothing all he had to do was visit her at work. It was a fashion shop and all the girls while working were to wear things available in the store, which meant flirty and baring lots of skin. But walking into work and walking out of work she was normally in a t-shirt and shorts or jeans just like anyone else.
After a short walk they arrived at the tracks. There were three tracks, one for northbound trains, one for southbound, and a siding spur, about a quarter mile long that made no sense way out here to Nel. Railroad cars could be shunted off the northbound tracks onto the spur if it was wished. Looking south, back toward town, the tracks curved east about a half-mile away, removing the tracks in that direction from further view. Greg outlined his plan: He'd tie her to the spur line, damsel-in-distress style. Her neck would be laying across the rail but he'd put some firm foam padding underneath her head and back to support her and keep her level and relatively comfortable.
She could lay there and think about it and experience it for a while. The story would be that she'd been tied to the tracks and left there and when the next freight train came through she'd still be there. The next train was in fact due through here around 3:30, about two hours away. It would give her plenty of time to experience and work through the feelings. She'd be plenty scared when the train came through, it was terrifying to have that much metal in motion that close no matter what. That many tons of weight moving that fast made a hell of noise and made the ground shake. "Even the rails squeak and ping" He added, "but only the rails the train is actually on."
"Naked of course?" She asked rhetorically.
"Of course." He replied. "And freshly fucked, too." He smiled.
She gave a little laugh. "Of course." She agreed.
She looked a little askance as she walked down to the track switcher with him. It was a bit up the grade. Greg wanted her to see the switch so she felt safer being tied to the spur line. The switch could only be moved by hand and it was locked to provide a straight-thru run for the northbound rail. The way the spur joined up a northbound train would have to stop and back up to use the spur anyway.
Greg took both of her hands, looked straight into her eyes. Whatever was coming, Nel knew it was important. "You've asked me to scare you and I think I'm going to. But remember, no matter what I say and no matter what I do that you asked me, wanted me to scare you and that I love you more than anything else in this world. Promise me you won't forget that." She nodded. Of course!
He pulled a pair of handcuffs out of his backpack and motioned for her to put her hands together behind her back. She looked at him, hesitant. "Don't you trust me?" He both asked and challenged her. She thought about it for a second and put her hands together behind her back as requested. She did trust him; they'd been dating and screwing wildly for almost two years. Of course she trusted him. The cuffs ratcheted down on her wrists behind her.
He then produced out of the pack the blindfold they often used in their sex games. He generally, and she saw this would be no exception, had tape on the inside to make sure it could not be slipped off, or even moved, thoroughly effective. She probably would have objected to the handcuffs if she had known the blindfold was coming but that was probably why he didn't pull the blindfold out until her wrists were already helplessly pinned behind her. There was no point in asking him not to. It was an unwritten rule between them that in bondage scenes he pretty well did whatever he wanted. She stood still as the blindfold came down over her eyes and plunged her into the total and complete darkness. She felt a twinge pass as she wondered, did she trust him? Why did Greg want to use the blindfold here and now?
She got a partial answer as he led her back down the grade toward where they started. He stopped at one point, led her off to the side across the tracks to what she understood to be the spur line, then spun her around a few times, then continued leading her back and forth across the rails, spinning her around so much that she was no longer 100 percent sure which way she was facing or which grade she was standing on. The sun, straight overhead, was no help, and the three grades were all level with each other, she could not get a clue from the ground underneath her flip flops.
Finally they stopped. She thought she had been able to follow all the turnarounds and track changes and that she was seated on the spur line but she wasn't entirely sure. She heard him put the pads down, some of those firm sleeping bag foam pads still folded up for height, then he settled her butt down on the padding and pulled off her flip-flops. Blindfolded, she had no idea where they went. He tied a rope around her waist, unlocked one handcuff and quickly secured the open cuff to the rope around her waist while he held her free wrist. He reclined her back until she could feel the warm steel of the rail supporting her neck.
Giving her no chance to work at the blindfold he stretched the free wrist straight out on the inside of the rail. She started to freak out but he, without releasing her wrist again he asked her if she trusted him. After a few seconds she relaxed. A loop of rope went around the wrist and it was stretched tightly out away from her. A moment later her other wrist was uncuffed and stretched similarly tightly in the opposite direction. She felt Greg tie each arm to the inside of the rail in two more places, one just above the elbow and the second just below each shoulder, each tie going around the rail to something on the ground immediately beneath it, maybe a railroad spike.
She realized the effect was to hold her arms fixed against the inside of the rail, which meant that she wouldn't be able to move her neck at all, and her neck was right where the wheels of the train would pass her if a train was to go down that rail. Couldn't move her neck at all. Couldn't get away…
She felt him unbutton the three bottom buttons of her dress which brought it open almost to her waist. He stretched each ankle wide apart, obscenely wide if you asked her since the dress was open and she wore no panties. Wide enough to be painful for a lot of people but she was limber enough to do it. He tied the bottom of each foot to the inside of the opposite rail, to what felt to Nel to put her legs at almost a 120-degree angle, confirming Nel's opinion of "obscenely far apart." She could tell from the sunlight and the wind running gently through her pubes that her crotch was fully displayed to his eyes.
Several times she started to say something, but he always just responded with an impatient "Shhh. Trust me!" She felt him untie the rope around her waist and unbutton the rest of the buttons and the midday sun kissed her now completely exposed chest and stomach. As expected the dress was pulled out from underneath her, leaving her fully naked and spread wide and helpless on the track. He fixed the padding under her back and then there was a delay that sounded like him putting the handcuffs, her dress, and her flip-flops back into his backpack.
He heard a squirting sound, smelled suntan lotion. Good. Greg was going to keep her from getting sunburned and the all-over body massage would be nice. She lay still and enjoyed the feeling as he coated her thoroughly everywhere. She felt comfortable she wouldn't get a sunburn. But why the blindfold still? she was now helplessly tied to the tracks. Surely it didn't matter… or did it?
"Greg…" she began, "Tell me which grade I am tied to." She sucked in a breath, stifling her panic. She asked again, firmly this time. "Tell me you tied me to the spur line and not the northbound tracks."
Greg stopped and there was a long silence that took her breath away so she couldn't scream. "Can't do that. You're tied down now so it doesn't matter if you know. You're right, you're tied to the northbound rails. A train will be by in about an hour and three quarters and…" She felt a fingertip run gently horizontally across the length of her neck. "I'm not going to let you loose. You'll be right where you are when the train gets here. It's too late now, you shouldn't have trusted me."
Her blood ran cold. Could this be true? They had a good relationship, a great relationship, didn't they? They certainly fucked all over the place and seemingly all the time. As she often thought rabbits had nothing on them. He was kinky as hell and she generally obliged him. That'd be real hard to replace. She'd sworn this morning he'd take a bullet for her. Maybe she had been wrong.
Then again, maybe he was lying. Maybe she was on the spur line and he was just telling her this to give her the experience he understood she wanted. If that were so, he was dead wrong. She could muster up all the emotions she needed just fine from the safety of the spur line.
"Take off the blindfold then." She demanded. "Prove it to me."
"No." He responded casually. "I thought about it, and I don't want to do that to the train engineer. He's going to see you as he comes around the bend, it'd be even worse if he could see your eyes. For that matter neither do I. If I saw the look in your eyes when you finally realized that I am not going to let you go that might make me change my mind and I can't allow that. Besides, I don't want to and you can't take them off, now can you?"
Could she indeed? The key ropes keeping her on the rails, whichever rails she was on, was the two stretching out her wrists. If she couldn't get out of them, she wasn't going to get out of any of them. Even if she could get a wrist out he could just re-bind the wrist before she could do anything useful with it. But she had to at least try. She jerked as hard as she could on each wrist, but all she got for her efforts was a minor tightening of the ropes on each and a bit of pain in that hand. She gave up.
Well, she thought darkly, it was a binary situation: Either she was truly on the northbound line and would be dead in a short period of time, or she was on the spur line and she was safe. But this was a pretty sick game for him to be playing. What in the hell was he thinking?
"You love me, don't you?" She asked. "Why are you doing this to me?"
"Why indeed?" He agreed as she heard him sit down beside her. He began gently drawing lines on her breasts and chest and stomach with his finger. Initially she flinched but that only demonstrated how pitifully little she could actually move so she decided to not bother with that any more. "You see, I've got a better offer but one of the conditions of that offer is that I get you completely out of the picture." The finger now also was running through her pussy hair and around the upper half of her legs. She waited with gritted teeth for him to slide the finger inside her. She'd have prevented it any way she could if there were a way.
She couldn't and they both knew it and they both knew he was easily the kind to do it. She was going to thrash as hard as she could when he did anyway and he knew that too. He'd probably punish her for it, damn him, like he normally did. When they did sex scenes like this she played it like she was, a spunky, defiant fighter. He teased her, tortured her really. As he spoke and ran his finger over her he would run it up or down her slit, sometimes even stopping there, and she'd hold her breath waiting for him to push in but he'd just keep going. She could picture the evil smile on his face as he did that.
"You see, I was approached by Wanda Schwartz about two weeks ago with a really interesting proposition. Totally unexpected, really."
Wanda was another senior at school, Nel thought: cheerleader, vivacious, very pretty – well, Nel thought, genetically gifted – and used it to her advantage. Every once in a while Nel had found herself envious. Wanda was about five foot ten to Nel's five foot seven, had long blond hair way down her back and normally wore it feathered beautifully in a golden frame around her pretty much flawless face. Wanda was about a 38D to Nel's own 36Bs and she, as a cheerleader, every Friday wore a tight spandex top and a cheerleader skirt that amounted to damn near nothing below the waist. And she looked good in that.
She did have the legs that went on forever even in the one-inch heeled shoes that went with the cheerleader uniform. She was easily one of the prettiest girls at school. One Friday, for some reason or another, she didn't wear a bra under the top. Nobody else female was happy about that, including Nel, but the males in school were transfixed. Unhappily for Nel that included Greg and Don, and it took her more than a few days to get Greg completely re-focused on her after that. If someone else was going to grab Greg's attention Wanda was definitely a thought. But Wanda was in a whole different social stratum than she and Greg occupied.
Wanda probably knew who they were but Nel couldn't imagine why a girl with that much in her court would proposition Greg. Greg was tall, okay looking, maybe even a bit handsome, had a future, but none of them were anywhere near Wanda's league.
Greg picked that moment to push his finger inside of her. She bucked as hard as she could, which was a little, maybe four or six inches vertically. Greg just rode her out, keeping his finger buried to the hilt in her until she gave up.
"Naughty naughty!" he chided her. Then his finger left her crotch and began running upward and she knew what was coming. Sometimes in the sex games that they played he would pinch her nipples as a punishment and she didn't like it. It hurt, it wasn't sex, it was just pain, but that was why he did it. He seemed to like to do it but that only made sense; it wasn't his nipples getting pinched. He was almost certainly heading there now. He usually pinched harder and longer after she did things like she just did. Like most other times he did it she was tied up hand and foot and had no way of stopping him. His fingers closed around her nipples and squeezed hard. She gave out an "Ow!" and jerked reflexively as the pain hit her like a wave.
Normally the game they played was to see how long she could stand it. Of course, she really didn't like that game. He would pinch one or both nipples until she begged for him to stop. Sometimes he would keep going if he felt he hadn't punished her enough. She generally lasted about forty-five seconds. When it was just a sex game her competitive streak came out and she actually tried to hold out as long as she could before begging for mercy. She had on occasion won by bearing the pain long enough for him to be the one to stop.
She didn't see any point in this one. This was just to punish her. She waited for about ten seconds, nothing really, and gasped out "Please stop. I'll be good." Thankfully, he immediately let go.
"You see," he began, "Wanda broke up with Steve about two weeks before that." Nel did remember hearing that the two of them did in fact break up about that time but she hadn't heard why. "He had started playing a little kinky, she told me, and Wanda found she really, really liked the dominance and submission stuff with her as the submissive. He'd do it a little, when it was his idea, but he really wasn't into the trouble of doing that for her the way she wanted and as fully as she wanted. So she dumped him. She started checking around to find out who was the kinkiest guy in school and concluded it was me. So she came up to me and asked if she could be my sex slave."
Yeah, Nel thought, every male senior's wet dream. Greg continued. "She would do anything I asked, without hesitation. All I had to do was tell her, once I was her master.
"She said she had heard rumors about you and I, and she wanted something just like that with her instead of you. I had to get you completely out of the picture first but once I did she would become my complete and utter sex slave. The first thing she wanted me to do with my new slave is to tie her up naked and take pictures of her, including her face, so she couldn't back out, not that she'd want to anyway. The thought of being under someone kinky's complete sexual control made her wet and she had been getting herself off to fantasies of that ever since she realized what it would be like and now she wanted it for real.
She didn't much like pain but she said that as my sex slave I could do anything to her I wanted, include pinching her nipples as hard as I could for hours and she'd take it like a good slave. It probably would be better if she was tied up but if I wanted to make her just stand there or lay there take it of course the master would do with his property as he wished. She didn't mind being tied up, and sex was absolutely an option. I needed to understand that if I came and she didn't she'd be grumpy but as my slave I could do that for any reason or no reason at all."
Nel recalled the times she and Greg had played with her as a complete sex slave and he as master. She wasn't often in the mood for that and it was always just a scene for a limited time. She'd never been open to her being trapped in that situation for long periods of time much less being trapped there willingly. But she recalled that Greg did ask her to play that game to which she usually said no and any time she wa
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