Bound for Trouble 3
by Gromet
< gromet99@hotmail.com >
I had tied myself up as a surprise present for my husband to find on his
return home from his week away, he'd promised me a special weekend
surprise to celebrate our bondage anniversary. I had dressed myself
specially for the occasion with some new lingerie, a silk & lace front
teddy that felt so good against my skin, tying my legs nice and tight,
cinching the rope against my flesh, the blindfold held in place by the
harness straps of the gag that ran over and around my head. A crotch rope
was held tight against my pussy, which then ran around my waist holding
the cuffs against my tummy. To finish off my presentation for my husband I
had tied a large ribbon in a bow around my waist, a special present
waiting to be unwrapped and played with.
As I laid there drifting off into my fantasies, tugging with my wrists at
the crotch rope, sending delightful sensations from the center of my body,
I heard someone enter my bedroom, first one set of footsteps then two, who
were they and what did they want? They quickly went about tying me tighter
than I was before, adding ropes to hold my arms at my side, they stood me
up off the bed and placed my bound body into a sack, enclosing me inside
and tying some rope around the end to prevent my escape. Next I was
carried out to their car and dumped into the boot, they then closed the
lid and drove off with me, kidnapped!
My mind began racing with possibilities as to what they were going to do
with me, they ranged from being used by them both for their own desires,
to being sold as a sex slave in some foreign country, my body was getting
hotter as my mind raced with all the possible scenarios. As they drove
along I could feel every lump and bump in the road, they stopped a couple
of times, the second time for what seemed like hours. As they restarted
their journey they opened the boot and dropped several parcels on top of
me lying in the boot, each one seemed heavier than the last, they laughed
as they closed the boot and I heard them remark that this weekend trip was
going to be great!
They drove on for several hours before the car turned onto a dirt road, I
was bounced about within the boot as they picked up speed the smell of
dust filling the boot, the parcels and me hitting each other as they
seemed to pick every pot hole in the road. Finally the car came to a halt
and they both got out of the car, I heard their footsteps as they walked
away and up what seemed like wooden steps. As I lay their trapped within
the car boot, tightly bound in the sack, my self bondage digging into my
skin my thoughts turned to my husband, what will he do when he finds I'm
gone, will he ever find me again?
The boot was suddenly opened and I was picked up and carried from the car,
they carried me a short distance into a building, the sound of birds
diminishing as they took me inside. They then dumped me onto the floor as
they went back outside to the car they closed and locked the door to the
building. As I lay there I could hear sounds of them talking outside as
they carried items from the car, but other than that I could hear no other
people, I thought that this place must be somewhere isolated, no traffic
sounds just the soft call of the birds outside. I wriggled about in my
sack on the floor; it felt like I was lying on dirt, the gritty feel
rubbing against my skin.
The door opened and the footsteps approached my captive body, picking me
up they released me from the sack, one of them then placed a hood over my
head saying that he didn't want to see my face as they used me. I was then
picked up and carried a short distance and held against a post, one of
them held me whilst the other ran ropes about my body to hold me against
the post. When I was secured against the wooden post they ran their hands
over my body, commenting on how I felt, how I looked, their fingers
probing my sex and squeezing my nipples hard. I was slapped about the face
and body several times as I whimpered into my gag at their touch, they
told me to remain quiet and not to protest at their touch, otherwise it
would be worse for me...!
The next day they both came in and untied my body from the post, I was
picked up bodily by them both and carried a short distance inside the
building, then I was placed on to a board, the ropes were cut from my legs
and then they forced them apart, binding each ankle to ropes attached to
the board. The crotch rope was next to be cut, releasing my cuffed wrists
my arms grabbed roughly and held above my head to be secured there with
more rope fixed to the board. Now they again started to play with my bound
and spread-eagled body, their hands touching me everywhere fingers
entering my hole and probing within its soft folds of flesh. My teddy was
ripped off of my body as one of the men climbed onto the board, I felt the
closeness of his body as he lay down on top of me, then I felt his erect
member touching the outer lips of my pussy and after a couple of thrusts
enter within my sweet delight.
He took his pleasure of me grunting his climax within my moist sex, as I
felt the other one climb onto the board next to him. The first one climbed
off of me to be quickly replaced by the second; pushing himself into my
pussy he took longer than the first and seemed to delight in trying to
make me come. Grinding his pubis against mine, squashing my tiny nub with
his pelvic bone, rubbing against it causing waves of pleasure throughout
my body, which was now beginning to betray me. Used by them both my
pleasure becoming heightened as he continued to push his penis within my
sex, I shouldn't be enjoying this I thought as he continued pumping away,
kidnapped and raped by these men I should be screaming not enjoying being
used like this, but fact and fantasy seemed to have come together at last
and my body was starting to enjoy their actions.
He seemed to sense my approaching orgasm and stopped moving within me,
only starting again when he thought that I had calmed down enough to
continue. He brought me within reach several times before finally allowing
me to reach my climax as he pumped his sperm within me. I lay there
exhausted after being used by him, but the other man was ready to go again
and climbed onto me and began taking his pleasure again. They took it in
turns to continuously use my bound body bringing me to climax several
times, filling me with their fluids as they spent themselves within me.
They then left me bound to the board as I heard them leave and lock the
door behind them; I lay there thinking about what had happened to me so
far, what would they do next? How could I escape?
After a couple of hours they came back to me, untying the ropes that held
me to the board, they removed the hood, gag and blindfold, I looked around
at my surroundings, both men were wearing latex hoods that covered their
faces. I was taken over into a corner of what appeared to me now like a
barn; there I was allowed to relieve myself into a bucket. Given some
water by one of the men I was then taken back to the center of the barn
where the other man had placed a wooden trestle, I was then forced to lay
face down on top of it as they bound my wrists and ankles to the four legs
of the trestle. A leather collar was secured around my neck forcing my
head to look forwards and upwards away from my body, rope was threaded
through a ring attached to the collar and tied to around the trestle, more
rope was used to secure my body to the trestle holding me firmly in place
against the top of the trestle.
One of the men then moved around in front of me and firmly pushed a gag
within my mouth, this gag was different to one's I'd used on myself, it
had a hole that held my mouth open, its plastic coated metal forcing me to
keep my mouth open. I bit down on it trying to close it but was unable to
and resigned myself to my fate.
Both men them positioned themselves around me, their hands again running
over my bound body, probing me, pinching and slapping my flesh, then a
finger moved away from my pussy and approached my anus, it held there just
outside as lubricant was applied before entering my private & virgin hole.
It moved about within me and was soon joined by another finger as he poked
and probed within me, more lube was squirted up into me as he stretched my
flesh, preparing me for what was going to come next.
All the while the other man was moving around in front of me, his erection
standing proudly before my eyes, I swallowed with fear, as my mouth seemed
to dry up at the thought of this entering my mouth. My mind quickly
darting between the actions happening at my rear to the spectacle before
me as his penis edged closer to my open mouth. They must have signaled to
each other as they both pushed themselves within me at the same time,
synchronizing there actions as they push their erect members within me,
their rhythm maintained as they pumped me. I lay there bound to the
trestle unable to move, my head held firmly in place with the collar and
his hand either side of my face as he pushed his penis in my mouth.
The other was pumping away behind me probing the interior of my bottom,
again my body started to betray me as pleasant sensations began to wash
over me and my tongue went into automatic response and started to caress
the intruder in my mouth. I had never had anyone enter me in my private
hole before, believing it to be dirty and painful, my husband had tried a
couple of times but I had tensed up too much to enjoy it, we both ended up
not enjoying it as we might have. Now I had no choice in the matter, bound
and taken against my will all I could do was lay here and let it happen to
me, the sensations building up within me.
They both came close to one another, first the one up my tight arse then
the one in my mouth, tasting his sperm as it dribbled out of my gagged
mouth, unable to swallow if I could due to the gag holding my mouth open
wide. They both got dressed and moved around the barn, I followed the guy
who'd used my mouth, out of the corner of my eye I could see him approach
a video camera, turning it off and saying to the other that they should
have some great shots this time. My mind raced with images of me appearing
on TV's all around the country, then my thoughts turned to what would they
do next?
Then my worst fears came over me as they left the barn, locking the door
behind them, what if this was one of those snuff movies that you hear
about, would my body be found buried in some shallow grave.
To be continued...
