Stowaway · Part 1

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The night air felt good. There was a warm breeze blowing lazily. As I stood there with my eyes closed, I imagined myself on a remote beach in the Florida Keys. I was watching a beautiful sunset and hoping to catch the elusive green flash. Unfortunately, reality all too quickly intruded when the gas pump nozzle clunked off. I squeezed the handle a few more times to get the dollar amount up to a nice, round number. I pulled the nozzle out, put it back into the pump, and went inside to pay. It was one of those one stop gas, shop, eat, drink, and be merry convenience centers you find at the end of nearly every freeway exit ramp.

I was the only one in the place, probably due to the late hour. I smiled weakly at the cashier. She was a teenager, with hair dyed the color of a Granny Smith apple, and piercings aplenty. She was unimpressed with my smile. I could tell because she never actually saw it. She punched a few buttons on the register, took the cash I offered, and gave me my change. All this was done with one hand, and without her eyes ever leaving the copy of The National Enquirer in her other hand.

I pushed the door open and walked back out to my van. It was time to get back on the road. My weekend in Chicago visiting friends had been great, but I was anxious to get home and sleep in my own bed. I climbed in, buckled up, and started my faithful four-wheeled companion. I headed for the entrance ramp to I-94 eastbound. A few more hours and I would be safely back home in Michigan.

I decided to find a radio station to help pass the time, and help keep me awake. Just as I reached over to turn the radio on, a female voice said from behind me, “I prefer country.”

Needless to say, this scared the living hell out of me!! It’s a good thing it was late at night with not much traffic, because I ended up swerving into another lane! I quickly regained control of my van, and then my composure. A young woman came forward and slid into the passenger seat. In the dim lighting, I could make out a pretty face, auburn hair, and a petite, athletic body.

"So, what's a nice girl like you doing in a van like this?" I made a lame attempt at some humor.

She cracked a smile and said, "I'm looking for an adventure, and you are the best prospect, by far."

"Best prospect?! How do you know I'm not some half crazed sexual deviant that will tie you up, rape and torture you for a few hours, kill you, and then dump your naked body in some swamp?"

"I was hoping to avoid the whole torture and killing part, if you don't mind!"

Not being completely stupid, I immediately steered the conversation down the suggested path.

"Ah! Interested in a little bondage, are we? You chose my van to sneak into because of the handcuffs hanging from the rearview mirror!"

"You got me! Literally! Now, what would you like to do with me," she asked, with a sexy little grin on her face.

I took the handcuff key off my keyring and handed it to her. "Take the handcuffs down from the rearview mirror, hand me back the key, and put them on."

She did as I requested, choosing to put them on behind her back. I asked her to pull her seat belt out as far as she could. She did a pretty good job with her hands cuffed behind her. I was able to reach over while driving and buckle her in. This held her somewhat securely in place in the passenger seat.

"How's that for starters? I'm afraid there isn't much more to be done while I'm driving, and I'd prefer not to stop for awhile. Now, please tell me a little about yourself. It would be nice to at least have a name to address you with! "

She squirmed around in her seat a little, both to test her situation and to get more comfortable. "My name is Cat."

"It's a real pleasure to make your acquaintance, Cat! My name is Ike. Just a couple more questions, if you don't mind," I said.

"OK, shoot!" she replied.

"How old are you, and why take such a huge risk?"

"Don't worry, you aren't breaking any laws! I'm over 18," she said, with a giggle! "Why am I doing this? All my life I've been such a 'good girl'! For once in my safe, ordinary existence I wanted to walk on the wild side! I'm going to be a senior in college, and I don't have any good stories to tell my girlfriends!"

"Last question, at least for now. How did you get interested in bondage? Your boyfriend tie you up a few times?

"No, I've never trusted my boyfriends to tie me up. I've never dated anyone that seriously. I'm not a virgin, but my experience is rather limited."

Cat sat quietly for awhile after bravely making that statement. I decided not to press her any further. After a few minutes, she started talking again.

"I played all the usual childhood games with the neighborhood kids while I was growing up. I always tried to be the one who got tied up, the damsel in distress. Once I grew older and discovered the Internet, I found there was a whole world of bondage out there!"

I could see that Cat was getting excited. She was finally talking to somebody about her big secret.

"Have you tried any self-bondage?" I asked.

"I was too afraid of being caught. One weekend last year at college, when my roommate went home, I finally found the courage. I used some duct tape and a pair of handcuffs. I read on the Internet to freeze the key in an ice cube. That way you have to wait until it melts to get free! I froze my key in a small paper cup half full of water, then I set it on the desk right next to a post of the loft in my dorm room. I gagged myself with quite a few strips of tape, then I wrapped the rest of the roll around me and the post."

Cat was obviously enjoying telling me her story. She was wiggling and tugging the entire time as she was talking! She was quite animated despite the handcuffs and seat belt!

"I almost chickened out! I put the handcuffs on one wrist, but got scared as I was fitting them around the other. I let it slip off and waited for a bit. I was thinking how embarrassing it would be if someone found me! It slowly dawned on me that no one would be looking for me. My roommate was in another state, and I had told my few other college friends that I was going home for the weekend too. There was nothing to be afraid of! So, I went for it! I grabbed the open cuff, put it around my wrist, and squeezed it shut!"

"You were finally bound for real," I commented.

"Yes! I struggled a little at first, just to let the feeling sink in. After a few minutes I panicked, and really gave it all I had to get free! Once I realized that I wasn't going anywhere, I calmed down. I really freaked out twice after that though! Once, the phone rang, and it was my mom! She left a message on the answering machine. If she only knew why I didn't answer the phone!"

Cat giggled some more, then quickly continued. She was on a roll and wasn't going to stop!

"The second time was when somebody knocked on my door! They went away fairly quickly, but I totally panicked! I struggled as hard as I could! I was totally blown away when I had an orgasm! It left me as limp as a cooked noodle. I didn't know that could happen without sex! Anyway, if I hadn't been taped to the post, I wouldn't have been able to stand up! The ice didn't melt for almost two hours! It took forever, but was over way too soon, all at the same time! The tape held me really well, I didn't even come close to escaping!"

"Did you have much trouble getting free?"

"No! Once I had the key, I was out of the cuffs in a jiffy. Peeling off all the tape took me quite a while though! There were a few times I'd wished I hadn't used quite so much!"

While Cat was telling her story, I 'd noticed there was a rest area coming up. I reached the exit just about as she was finishing. I slowed and pulled off into the rest area. I drove almost all the way through, and parked in an inconspicuous space far from the building and the lights.

"I think it's time for your adventure to begin in earnest," I said to Cat. I reached over and unbuckled her safety belt. "Please go sit on the bench seat in the back."

She did as I asked while I dug into the emergency kit I kept in a storage bin under that same seat. I found what I wanted and put the bin back.

"Guess what I always carry in my vehicles, just in case?" I asked Cat.

"Duct tape," she said, as I held up the roll I had just retrieved.

"I'm going to use the facilities, and I would like to insure you are here when I return. Please turn around so I can remove the handcuffs and make you a little more secure!"

Once again, she did as I asked, with no reluctance. I unlocked the cuffs and set them aside. In their place, I wrapped the roll of tape around her wrists a few times, then tore it off. Next, I wrapped the tape around her arms and torso, above and below her breasts. I finished by wrapping around her legs at the ankles, knees, and thighs.

"I think that should hold you for a little while!"

"Probably longer than a little while," she mused, while testing her bondage.

"One last thing…" I said, as I removed her running shoes.

"Why are you doing that?" Cat asked.

"I need these," I explained, holding up the cotton tube socks I had just removed from her feet.

"What do you want those for?"

"You'll see! Well, actually, you won't see!"

I took one of the socks and placed it over her eyes, then put a few strips of tape over it to hold it in place.

"Hey! I've never been blindfolded before! I'm not sure about this! You aren't going to leave me alone like this, are you? What happ… uurrmmpphh!"

I balled the other sock, stuffed it in Cat's mouth, and quickly covered it with numerous strips of tape. She didn't resist at first, but shook her head vigorously once I was done. It was a futile gesture. I grabbed her bound ankles and lifted them onto the seat, revealing her newly bare feet.

"Are you ticklish, Cat?" I asked, then lightly stroked the soles of her feet with my fingers. She squealed into her gag, shook her head wildly, and tried her best to wriggle away from my grasp.

"I'll take that as a yes!" I tickled her feet a few more times, until she was breathing heavily, then let go.

"I'm going now, I'll be back in just a few minutes!" She shook her head no a few times, and mewed in protest.

"You'll be OK, there's no one left in the parking lot but us," I reassured her.

I opened a side door and stepped out of the van. I turned back to finally get a good look at Cat, now that the interior lights of the van were on. She was indeed a beautiful young woman! She was wearing a purple ladies t-shirt that was probably a size or two too small. It revealed a slash of bare midriff, and just the right amount of cleavage for her build. It also fit so tight that it was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her jeans were snug, and of the low rise style that was popular with all the young girls. They too, were revealing, I could see a purple thong peeking out over the waistband. She reminded me of Shania Twain, Cat's face and hair were startlingly similar! She wasn't quite as curvaceous as Shania, though. Not that I was complaining!

I closed the door and walked over to the welcome center. I used the men's room, then bought a bottle of water from a vending machine. I was a little thirsty, and I knew Cat would want something to drink when I eventually removed her gag. I walked back to the van and climbed in through the side door. I hadn't been gone long, but Cat had obviously been struggling because she was now sitting on the floor of the van.

"Get a good workout?" I asked mischievously.

"Mmmhhmmm," accompanied by a nodding of her head.

"Are you OK?"

"Mmmhhmm," with more nodding.

"Let's get you back up on the seat where it's more comfortable!"

I squatted down, scooped Cat up, and set her on the bench seat. I couldn't resist tickling her feet just a little bit more. It was obvious she was enjoying herself, her nipples were protruding prominently. I lightly brushed across one with the backs of my fingers. Cat jerked away in surprise at first, but then leaned back towards me and hummed inquisitively. I brushed my fingers against her other nipple and received more humming. Next, I rubbed her left nipple with my thumb, then her right. She moaned with pleasure. I used both hands and gently massaged her nipples and breasts. Cat continued to make pleasurable noises. I was getting aroused too, but it was too soon for that. I had the feeling there would be plenty of other opportunities soon enough.

"Time to go! If we park here too long, we're liable to attract unwanted attention," I told her.

Cat shook her head vigorously and howled, "Oooohhh!" She wasn't pleased with my decision to stop what I was doing. I sat her up straight in the middle of the seat, and fastened a seat belt around her. Then I climbed into my driver's seat, started the van, and headed back onto the Interstate. I spent more time looking in my rearview mirror than I did looking at the road for the next few miles. I was glad it was late and the traffic was very light. Cat seemed to be doing good. She was still struggling occasionally, but only half-heartedly. She would turn her head towards whatever noises she could make out, but mostly she rode along quietly.

After about an hour, and crossing into Michigan, I saw a sign advertising a 24 hour superstore at an upcoming exit. The wheels began turning, so I decided to get off the highway again. I pulled into the parking lot and stopped immediately, as far from the store and bright lights as I could. Cat noticed that we had stopped moving, and hummed inquisitively into her gag. I unbuckled, moved quickly into the rear of the van, and removed Cat's blindfold and gag.

"Wow! Let's do that some more!" she exclaimed, after I had the gag off.

"Oh, we will! I just want to do a little shopping first. Let me get the rest of the tape off, and we'll go pick up a few things to make your next bondage more enjoyable."

I handed her the water bottle and she took a good long drink. I got the tape off and helped her put her shoes back on, minus the now discarded socks. We went into the store, and I headed straight for the hardware department. Cat headed for the restrooms, and to get a new pair of socks. I picked up a 100' bundle of 1/4" cotton rope, and more duct tape. My next stop was the pet department, where I picked up a couple more things. I grabbed one more thing on impulse as I was headed to the registers.

Cat found me just as I was choosing a cashier. She had a pair of new socks, plus she had been shopping in lingerie! The cashier must have been a bondage fan too, because she gave me a knowing wink and lascivious smile as I paid. I was tempted to ask her to join us, because she was cute, but decided not to get greedy. She bagged our purchases, and Cat and I headed back out to my van.

When we reached the van, Cat asked, "Will you wait out here for a minute? I want to put on what I bought."

I eagerly agreed, and used the time to assemble the red nylon dog collar and red rubber chew toy into an improvised ball-gag. The nubbly rubber ball already had holes in it, but I removed the little jingle bell before threading the collar through it. I also cut the rope into several shorter lengths.

Shortly after I finished, Cat rapped on the window. I opened a side door and climbed in. Cat had chosen simply, but well. She was wearing a matching set of white cotton halter top and boy shorts. She was incredibly sexy! I wanted to ravish her right then and there, but it was still too soon.

"You look fantastic," I exclaimed!

"Thanks," she said somewhat shyly, then perked right up and asked, "What do you have in store for me now?"

"I thought I would give you a way to entertain yourself while I'm driving," I answered.

"How are you going to do that?"

"Are you sure you want to find out? The bondage I have in mind is strict. I'm betting you've never been tied up this tight before."

"Bring it on," Cat said enthusiastically!

I quickly had ropes cinched in place around her ankles, knees, and wrists.

"How flexible are you?" I asked, as I loosely wound another piece of rope around her arms, just above her elbows.

"I don't know," Cat said, "I've never really been tested."

"OK. Just let me know if this hurts too much, and I'll stop."

I fed the ends of the doubled strands through the loop on the other end, and took up all the slack. I wound the long ends around her elbows one more time, then started pulling things tight. Cat never made a sound as I slowly pulled her elbows closer and closer together. When they were almost touching, I cinched and knotted the ropes.

"You're OK? That's not too tight?"

"Maybe a little, but I think it's just because I've never had them tied before. Is this all you're going to do?"

"No! I have a couple more ropes to add. You sure you're game?"

"The best is yet to come, right?" she asked hopefully.

"You're gonna love it, trust me!"

I took a short length of rope and attached it to her already bound knees. I then had Cat lay face down on the bench seat. I pulled the ends of the rope tied to her knees up to her wrists, wrapped it around, pulled it tight and knotted it. This pulled Cat into a tight hogtie. She grunted a little as I was knotting the ropes, but didn't say anything more. It was time for my piece de resistance! I took a long length of rope, doubled it, and wound it around her waist twice. I tied a knot in front, and wrapped the long ends I had left down through her crotch, making sure of the proper placement, and back up to the waist rope in the back. I tucked them under those ropes and continued with them up and over the ropes binding her elbows.

I reached for her feet, and bent her legs until her heels were touching her bound wrists. I tied the ends of the long rope to her ankle ropes, finishing the bondage.

"There," I exalted! "Let's see you get out of that!"

Cat gasped when I first placed the crotch rope. Now she discovered what I meant when I told her she could entertain herself. The instant she started struggling, it pulled the rope deeper inside her and stimulated an already aroused g-spot. She immediately groaned with pleasure!

"We can't have you making too much noise! You might attract unwanted attention! It's time for your gag!"

"What is that?" Cat asked, as I pulled out the improvised ball-gag.

"Surely you've seen ball-gags while surfing the Internet! Well, this is the best I could do on short notice. Open up!"

Cat cooperated, so I pushed the ball into her mouth, then quickly buckled the straps snugly behind her head. She immediately tested the gag by trying to push it out of her mouth. It didn't budge. Then, she chewed it a little to get it as comfortable as possible. As I turned to head for the driver's seat, Cat tried to say something. From her inflection, it sounded like she was asking for something. I turned back to her and she repeated it.

"Llinnoll?"

"You want to be blindfolded again?"

"Uhhuh!" accompanied by a nodding of her head.

I dug into the bag from the store one last time to get the long, black scarf I'd picked up, as I had passed through the ladies' department on my way to checkout. I folded it into a long strip and tied it tightly over Cat's eyes.

"Do you like that?"

"Uhhuh!"

On the road again! This trip home was taking more time than usual, but I definitely didn't mind! After about 45 minutes, one Interstate change, I-94 to I-69, and at least 3 orgasms, it was obvious that Cat had had enough of her tight hogtie. Her moans, groans, growls and howls turned into grunts, whines, and whimpers. I turned off at the next exit, and pulled into the parking lot of a truck stop. I parked as far from the lights and buildings as I dared, without being too conspicuous. I unbuckled, and climbed into the back of the van.

I untied the long hogtie crotch rope from around Cat's ankles and her elbows, but left it tied around her waist. I also untied the rope from her wrists to her knees. She groaned with relief as she straightened out her legs! I untied one last rope, the one around her elbows. I then helped her to sit up, and used the long rope still tied around her waist to make a body harness to keep her arms pinned to her torso. She whined a little in protest, but didn't fight me. I sat on the seat next to Cat, removed her gag, but left her blindfold. Then, I gave her a drink of water. I put my hands on her shoulders, turned her towards me, and kissed her passionately on the lips.

She was briefly surprised, but almost immediately responded just as passionately, and soon we were playing a spirited game of tonsil hockey! Cat leaned into me and rubbed her breasts against me as we continued to kiss. When we came up for air, I once again began kneading and massaging her breasts and rock hard nipples through her sweat soaked, thin cotton bra. Cat started panting heavily and pleading, "So close, so close, please, please, please!!"

She thrust her hips towards me, continuing to plead. I squeezed my hand between her bound legs as best I could, let my fingers do the walking, and brought Cat to a last, long, loud, squirming, shaking, shuddering climax! She collapsed against me, completely exhausted. I took off her blindfold and kissed her gently on the forehead.

"I think you've had enough," I said, as I untied the remaining ropes. "Why don't you change back into your clothes, then come ride up front with me for awhile."

"OK," Cat replied. "Would you mind giving me a minute?"

I climbed out of the side door to give Cat some privacy. We had been almost as intimate as you can get, but she still wasn't quite ready for me to see her completely naked. I walked around to the driver's side, opened the door, and climbed into my seat, once I could see her sitting in the passenger seat.

"I don't want to be completely untied. Would it be OK if I wore the handcuffs again?" Cat said.

"If that's what you want!" I answered.

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