Blind Leading the Blind Ch. 05

"I want to really get into this one, even more than the others. I need to actually be locked outside in the back, naked. I want to be trapped out there for at least half an hour, but I don't want to know how long it's going to be." She shuddered as she finished her request. There was a vulnerability in what she had just asked for that scared her to the core.

"Are you sure, honey? I know no one can see you back there, but won't you be frightened?"

"I think that's the point. In every one of my fantasies but one, I am scared, terrified even. I think the fear is part of what turns me on. I want to be a little frightened. I won't be terrified because I know it will really be you, but I want to make myself scared. If it gets to be too much, I'll come to the door and say 'abortion' like we agreed."

"Okay. I will be watching you the whole time. I won't have this be the day that a real burglar just happened to wander by and rape you for real. Also, I'm not going to gag you at all. You can't tell me something's wrong if you can't talk."

"Okay. That's a good idea."

"Now, you get undressed and I'll get in my burglar outfit."

Charlene took all her clothes off while George put on a dark blue set of sweats. He also got his ski mask out and ready along with a plastic knife that had been used in a church play a couple of years back. His winter driving gloves would complete the you-can't-see-me look. He added a few lengths of rope from their bondage night, and he was all set. Charlene looked as if the fear was already starting and he hugged her once to reassure her that it was all right.

Charlene went out the back door. The sound of the door closing and the lock being thrown was horribly loud in her ears. She checked the door and her heart leapt at finding it locked. "It's going to happen," she thought to herself. The light from the back porch kept her from being able to see inside the house, making it impossible to tell if George was really watching her (though she had no doubt he was). She looked around the yard. Much of it was lit by the light, something she had not visualized in the fantasy itself.

She wandered about the yard, letting the trapped feeling in her grow. She had not known just how easy it was to become frightened when she knew she was safe. It occurred to her that this is what a really good actress should be able to do, create a real emotion inside herself. It helped that there was the real, though highly improbable, chance a stranger could enter their yard right now for some unsavory purpose. Charlene was extremely conscious of her nakedness and exposure. Every sound had her full attention, startling her and adding to the fear she was experiencing.

She lost track of time. She found herself hiding even though there was no one else present. On a certain level, she forgot about George being in the house. She truly felt trapped outside, vulnerable to who ever would happen by. When a light appeared inside the house, she jumped. "Who is that?" she asked herself before she remembered. The light moved back and forth across the back rooms of the house a couple of times before the porch light suddenly went out and the back door opened. Charlene's breath caught in her throat as she took in the masked form she knew was George. When he turned his back to shut the door, she bolted to the picnic table and hid underneath.

George went through the motions of looking through the shed for other items to 'steal.' He was holding a black trash bag with some things in it to give more realism to his role. After five minutes of 'not noticing' Charlene, he set the bag down and swept the light across the yard. He made a show of scanning slowly across the yard, as if looking for something in particular. He let the light pass by the picnic table once, then swung it back, focused on her.

The light hit her, revealing Charlene in all her nakedness. She had allowed the feelings of being trapped to build so well that she felt true fear and tried to back out to get away. George ran up to her and grabbed her by the hair. Charlene gave a startled cry (it wasn't really painful) and started to shed tears. The light dropped and she felt a knife blade against her throat as the hand in her hair shifted to grab her around her chest.

"Don't make another sound, or I'll slit your throat!"

"Please," she whispered. "Don't hurt me."

Amazingly, Charlene could feel moisture running down her legs even as she felt the fear in her chest. As her husband pushed her down against the table, she gasped. The pressure on her breasts, which she had expected to be painful, was instead, sensuous. Her erect nipples rubbed against the polished wood, tingling with sensation as if they had been caressed by rough hands. She felt rope being tied around her hands, trapping them at the small of her back.

"Please, please," she whispered. Charlene wasn't sure if she was pleading for George to stop or to continue. Her cunt ached for touch. Her need for being fucked was on an even par with her feelings of helplessness and fear. Somehow, the two warring feelings came to a truce and added to one another instead of fighting. When she felt the ropes tying her ankles to the legs of the table, pinning her in place, open to whatever her attacker wanted to do, the emptiness in her pussy grew even stronger.

Her legs struggled to get loose, yet she was glad when they didn't. She felt a gloved hand roughly probe her cunt. Moaning at the touch, she thrust her hips back against the hand that was violating her. The hand left her, only to reappear at her face, rubbing her own juices all over her. A finger forced itself into her mouth and she tasted a surprisingly wonderful taste of leather, old sweat and herself. Unable to resist, she sucked on the finger to get maximum flavor. When the hand returned to her cunt, it brushed her clit and she came, violently. Her initial scream of pleasure was cut off when the hand covered her mouth, gagging her temporarily.

George backed off from her to move to the side. He tied the longer (26 feet) length of rope to the bench on one side, draped it across the back of her neck and tied the other end to the opposite bench. Now Charlene could not raise her head more than a foot above the surface of the table. While he had been waiting, he had realized that this fantasy was as much about not knowing exactly what was happening as it was about being taken forcibly. That was why Charlene had not wanted to know exactly how long he was going to wait. His changes with the ropes were a part of his attempt to make the attack even more unpredictable.

With his victim secured, he probed her pussy with his hand again. It was even wetter than it had been a few minutes ago. Charlene was breathing heavily and moaning. She cried out at the contact with her pussy and thrust back against his hand. Her face was anointed with her fluids again. She could feel her juices dripping off of both sets of lips. Her tongue licked what it could reach as she began to feel intoxicated by her scent.

Still she pleaded, "Please, please." She didn't say it, but she wanted to be taken, to be fucked mercilessly. Escape was now the farthest thing from her mind. When his cock plunged into her cunt like a sword into its sheath, she cried out, "Yes! Oh God, Yes!"

The hand returned to cover her mouth, stifling her cries of pleasure. Her cunt was filled and little explosions of pleasure radiated form her pussy. Without conscious thought, she thrust back against him, seeking as much penetration as she could. She had not come down fully from her last orgasm and was now rocketing to a new one. Her nerves soaked up every iota of sensation from the cock that was rubbing her slick pussy lips. Her clit was being forced against the edge of the table. Each hit on it sent a charge through her body and forced a gasp into the hand that held her cries in.

George had never felt like this before. There was a sense of power, of control, that was heady. His cock was harder and felt larger than ever before. HE was in control of what happened and he found he liked the feeling. It frightened him a little, but not enough to stop what he was doing. He knew though, that he loved this fantasy and that he would want to do something like this again. Knowing that Charlene had given this control to him was intoxicating as well. Somehow he felt her love for him more now than almost any time in the past. Later, he would only be able to think of a dozen or so times when her love had felt more real, stronger, than it did now. It was the trust, he would see, the trust she extended to him by letting him have her like this, helpless and with no choice.

It took him very little time to reach his own climax. With a growl that shocked Charlene, George thrust one last time and shot cum into her pussy. He would swear that he could feel his balls clenching to deliver his seed into her again and again. When he had finished, much to her dismay, he pulled out.

"No! Please don't stop. Let me cum, please," she pleaded.

His hand had left her face again and fingers scooped into her cunt. The combination of her fluids and his cum was wiped on her face. He delved into her several more times, each probing rescuing her insipient cum from fading. When those fingers entered her a sixth time, she came again. Her cries were again stifled by fingers being thrust into her mouth, forcing her to take in that mixture of cum and pussy. The taste drew her orgasm out. As she came off of her climax, her head was covered in his sweat shirt, blinding her and trapping the scents that covered her face inside.

She heard him walk away and began to struggle in her bonds. He was leaving her still tied! When she heard the back door open and then close, she began to sob and cry out softly. "No, please don't leave me. Come back, I need you. Don't leave me here. Don't leave me alone." She could not see that George was still outside, watching her struggle, listening for her to say, "abortion," to signal that she needed to be let loose. For half an hour, he watched and listened. She struggled continually, yet never used her stop word. During that time, his cock had revived. When he silently walked back to her, he was erect again.

Charlene's heart was beating fast and her breathing was ragged. She felt fear. She had been left bound, naked, in her back yard, helpless to resist the attention of anyone who happened by. Yet, the fear did not decrease her arousal. She had come down from her orgasm, but was now on the increase again. She couldn't help but struggle against her bonds. The neck rope was insidious. She could move her head, but not enough to accomplish anything. The mass of cum on her face was slowly congealing. After 15 minutes, she realized that she could still rub her clit against the picnic table. Doing that, she was able to cum again, holding herself silent by pressing her mouth against the table. She was just starting to go for a fourth orgasm when she jerked against her ropes hard.

She had heard no one approach, nor had she heard the door opening. So the hand that cupped her cunt was a total shock. This time she wasn't totally sure who it was. She knew George wouldn't let a stranger have her like this, but he was inside, wasn't he? A second assault wasn't part of the fantasy! "What was happening?" she thought.

"No, please don't. Don't hurt me. Please don't hurt me."

He said nothing. Her body was betraying her and responding with gusto. In the back of her mind, she knew this had to be George, but her emotions weren't sure. When she felt his hand, slippery with her juices, probe her ass, she panicked.

"No! Not there. Please don't take me there." She was weeping at the thought of an anal invasion. Her breath was coming short and shallow as her fear was given free reign. She tried to clench her ass shut, but found that something in the way she was bound made it impossible to close herself. She begged, "Who are you. Please, tell me who you are."

Sensing the panic in her voice, George whispered, "Shut up, bitch. Another word and I'll hurt you for real."

The combination of hearing his voice and the brutality of his words threw her into even higher arousal. The combination of helplessness and safety was such a turn on that all she could do was moan. A finger penetrated her ass, coating the inside with her natural lube. Then two fingers reached in and stretched her. She gasped and moaned as they twisted and moved inside her. Charlene found herself trying to let them in, not force them out. Another hand swiped at her pussy several times as George used her own fluids to coat his cock.

A long low, "Ahhhhhh," uttered from her mouth as his cock pressed up against her ass. There was pressure and then some pain as his tip penetrated her ass. The well lubricated organ, slicker tonight than when they had done this the first time, slowly penetrated her ass. With less preparation, Charlene felt more pain, but it was countered by already being extremely aroused. The fact that most of the lubricant was on the cock and the outer ass made the actual entry easier and faster, trading off more pain for less duration.

As he began to thrust in and out, his hands reached around her hips and fondled her pussy and clit. Charlene was moaning constantly as she careened towards yet another orgasm. When it hit her, she buried her face in the table so that he could leave his hands on her cunt. Her spasms against him caused him to start thrusting faster, yet he did not cum right away. His endurance was higher, heading into his second climax in such a short time.

His hands never left her pussy and as she came down, she found herself very sensitive. His fondling was almost painful, yet she merely whimpered, not begging for a stop. She could feel another climax on the horizon and she wanted it. The fullness in her ass had kept her from loosing much in the way of arousal. Her body was beginning to tell her about the little aches and pains from being in one position for so long, but she ignored it, focusing on the pleasure that was building.

George could not believe that he was going to cum again so soon after the last one. That feeling of power was back, if it had left at all. The tightness of her ass didn't hurt either. When Charlene came one more time, her clenching against him sent him over the edge and he emptied into her ass. He collapsed on top of his shuddering wife as he was spent, his cock slowly pulling out as it shrank to normal size.

They remained like that for several minutes before Charlene asked, "Can I be untied now? I'm getting sore."

George took the shirt off her head and undid the ropes holding her legs and neck in place. When he went to untie her hands, she stopped him. "No. Please, I want to leave them on for a while. It feels right, somehow."

Once they were inside, George was able to see Charlene clearly. Her face was covered in drying cum and pussy juice, some of it clumped in sizable globs. There was cum running down her legs from out of both her pussy and ass. Her breasts had indentations from the picnic table on them and were being forced out and up by her hands being behind her back.

"Honey, don't take this wrong, but you look so sexy."

"I feel so used, and that is such a sexy feeling. I can't believe how good I feel right now. George, I had four orgasms! That's never happened before. And you came twice."

"How long do you want to stay tied up?"

"I don't know. This is so weird, but I feel safe with my arms tied behind me. I suppose they'll have to come off so we can shower."

"No, not really. I can always cut them if they jam once they're wet. I don't want to leave them on all night. Come on. I'll give you a shower."

In the shower, George had to do all the cleaning for both of them. Charlene felt wholly loved as her husband washed her entire body with his own hands. The level of pampering he indulged her in was usually done only on special occasions like birthdays and anniversaries. Neither felt up to another round of sex, but they basked in the romantic eroticism of the shared shower. He did have to cut the knots after they dried off. Worn out by the evening's fun and games, they went to bed and slept deeply in each other's arms.

I want to thank D. again for the wonderful editing job. Remember, I value your comments, so feel free to share what you think of my story.