Cabin from the relative-in-law

‘ No. Go, go. I'll be fine.'Rachel said. Her ally Stacy was insisting on walking her home all the way, but she also knew Stacy had to awake up other aurora. And besides, what would be the difference ? Either Rachel walked home alone the three blocks from the subway system place to her flat, or Stacy walked with her to her apartment and then had to take the air back to the subway station alone.

‘ I swear, I'll be fine.'Rachel said again. Her friend squinted for a moment and then they said sayonara. Rachel waved at her as she saw her running down the stairs and she started walking. It had been a fun dark out, she still felt the tingling remnants of alcohol rushing through her cheeks, her mind just a little bit inebriated still. She smiled. It was a fun night. Just what she needed after she had broken up with her boyfriend. She still felt sad, even though she was the one that decided she didn't want to go on. He was just way too vanilla. He had been a good partner, he was a sound person, she loved him deeply, they just weren't compatible sexually and it started to affect the rest of the human relationship. So a fun distracting night out was very receive.

The Night sky stretched out over the city, a cool breeze stroke past her neck. She put her collar up and started walking a bit faster. She turned the box and as she was about to spoil the street, a car stopped in front of her, moving very slowly and coming to a stand still. Rachel first thought individual was lost and wanted to ask for charge, but the windowpane remained end. She wanted to walk around but a guy stepped out. His expression hidden in the shadow of a dark hoody.

‘ You lost ?'Rachel asked. There was no response. The guy walked towards her. Rachel sped up her walking, but he kept on following her, she started to run, and she heard his footsteps right behind her. Just as she was about to yell he caught her. His one arm wrapped around her torso, the other was holding a damp rag in front of her font.

Rachel was grasping for overbold air, the sharp chemical exhaust frazzled her, they were dizzying, or was that the alcoholic drink still ? She pried on his weapons system, she kicked her fundament backwards, she tried to yield him a house headbutt, but none of it made any difference. He was stronger than her, no matter how operose she struggled, he just kept her tight. The smelly rag spreading his fumes into her mouth and anterior naris. She was out of breath. She was panting into the rag, inhaling bombastic measure of the fumes. So dizzy now. Up. Down. Everything was spinning around her. He pulled on her physical structure, he pulled her backwards. She stumbled and tripped. He held her up. A soft vocalism whispering in her ear.

‘ Good little girl. Come with me now. walk with me.'His affectionate breath tickled in her neck. He was dragging her along, she stumbled and found solid flat coat beneath her animal foot taking a few whole tone, then tripping again. He pushed her into the car. For a moment the rag disappeared from her font. Fresh air. Hoorah ! Fresh air. Rachel panted, sucking in as much of the oxygen as she could. She was pushed into the passenger seat of a car. greyness leather subdued and chill against her bare peg. He reached over her and buckled her in.

With the tip of his fingerbreadth he grazed passed her cheek. ‘ That's a good girl.'He said. ‘ Now just a few more than whiffs to terminate the job.'He shook a trivial nursing bottle up and down and sprinkled some crystalize liquidity drop onto the begrime rag, then he continued to bear on it into her face. The smell was way solid now. Chemically and somewhat mellifluous. Her ears wear ringing, her vision was blurring. She tried to push his arm away but her hand just limply fell back into her lap.

‘ A few more breaths, you're almost there, just a few more.'He said.

Her eyes were fluttering now, she was unable to keep them open any longer. In the lightness of the car she thought she recognized his face. Her eyes just fell shut.

For a here and now she tried to fight the substantial sleepy current that was pulling her under, but the exhaust were way to strong.

‘ yielding now, cupcake.'The voice said tenderly. ‘ You know it's what you want.'

darkness filled her thinker and engulfed her.

Rachel had a dire worry. It was pounding on the inside of her head. She wanted to push the decoration of her hand against her frontal bone, but her arm couldn't move. Damn it. She shouldn't have taken that lowest margarita yesterday. She was getting to old, her katzenjammer were getting risky and worse every time. She didn't even drink that often. She tried to drift over, but again she couldn't movement. There was a pressure around her wrist, a pressure around her ankles. She pulled on her hitch, straps were pushing into her tegument. What the hell ? She groggily tried to open her oculus. The light in the room was blinding, she blinked a few times, then closed her eyes again. She tried to call up what had happened. Sometimes alcohol made her slutty, maybe she had picked-up some kinky gallant in the bar that had left her tied up ? She frowned and tried to recall, yet somehow she couldn't. Wait a mo ! Actually she remembered walking home with her friend and saying goodbye at the subway station. What had happened after that ?

She opened her heart again. Blinking against the bright lights, her eyes slowly got used to the way around her. The lightness weren't even on, there was just a beam of sun falling through the window of the cabin. It was a very intimate cabin, she recognized the picture of the otter on the wall, her parents-in-law had the claim same impression, in the exact Saami cabin. fountainhead they weren't her parents-in-law anymore since she had dumped her ex-boyfriend about a calendar week ago, but it was their cabin nonetheless. Even the curtains had the Sami checkered pattern.

‘ Help !'She yelled. Her voice hoarse, her throat hurt a little. ‘ avail ! Anyone there ?'She yelled again.

The threshold swung assailable and Dave walked in. Dull vanilla Dave. His hair had that sunrise muss, his jaw a film of stubble, his eyes Amytal and boyish, just like the first time she met him. Those were the schoolboyish blue eyes she fell in love with, the eyes that promised adventure but delivered only constancy and predictability.

‘ Dave ?'She said somewhat relieved to see a fellow aspect. Confused she pulled on her bounds again. ‘ will you untie me ?'

Dave walked up to the bed. He was looming over her and shaking his head.

‘ No ?'She asked. ‘ Why not ? Untie me right this instance.'

‘ No.'Dave said. His representative strangely monotone and confident.

‘ What's going on ?'She asked. ‘ What happened ?'

‘ You can't remember ?'He asked.

‘ No.'Rachel said. ‘ Dave, your acting Wyrd. Just order me what's going on.'

A smile crept over his face. He sat down on the edge of the bed. His bridge player resting on her belly. He started rubbing. initiatory stroking her perspirer, then pulling up the fabric and caressing her skin underneath, her belly release. Moving up to her breasts. He cupped her large knocker, the thenar of his hand pressing into the flesh, his fingertips teasingly stroking around the nipple.

‘ What are you doing ?'Rachel asked. ‘ We're broken up, recall. I broke up with you.'

‘ I know.'Dave said.

‘ Then what's going on ?'

‘ I thought you owed me another chance.'Dave said. ‘ I know. I know about the porno you like to watch. I saw the messages you posted online, saying you longed to consume approximate sex, you long to act out rough scenario's but that your boyfriend was just too vanilla extract, and when those people told you to let on up with me, you just did, didn't you. Well I'm not so vanilla now am I ?'He pinched her mammilla, pressing his pollex and indicator finger's breadth together until she squirmed. A pulse of electricity started in her sore nipple and traveled all through her soundbox, although it kept lingering in between her pegleg, a lovesome flare-up of arousal.

‘ This is not how that works Dave. Those scenario's are negotiated in advance.'

‘ Shut up.'He ordered.

A nervous quiver in her corporation. This was indeed what she'd longed for. Automatically she pressed her lips together and stopped talking. Deliberating with herself whether she should hold back resisting or if she should just taunt it out, go with the flow and see what Dave had in store for her. They had been together for four years, she trusted him, she knew he wouldn't actually hurt her. Even though her pussy was throbbing she decided she had to put a halt to this hydrophobia. He didn't know what he was doing, he was ill informed. Although he did know how to fondle her pap quite well. She closed her eyes for a moment and scrabbled her willpower together.

‘ Dave.'She said in a calm pure tone of vocalism. ‘ You can't just kidnap me and tie me down.'

‘ Why not ? It's what you wanted, isn't it ?'

‘ Yes, it is.'She begrudgingly said. ‘ But ...'

‘ But what ? You want to have a safeword ? I know how it works. Fine the safeword is ‘ saxophone ’, but I bet you won't need it. I've found all your porn, all the niggling movies you've watched, the report you've read, the comments you've made. I know you. I know exactly what you want.'Dave pulled a scrap of paper out of his air pocket. Therefore letting go of her boob, that was now exposed, the mammilla pointing fiercely upwards to the ceiling. As soon as he let go, she wished his finger were still around her areola.

Dave straightened the piece of composition and started to read. ‘ I care my boyfriend would just abduct me sometimes, overtake me with trichloromethane then put me in the trunk of his car and fetch me to his parents cabin.'He looked up from his paper. ‘ I've skipped the bole, you were knocked-out anyway and it just seemed easier to put you in the passenger seat.'He started reading again. ‘ His parents have the perfect cabin for a weekend-long rough-play scenario, it's totally waste, whenever I'm visiting that cabin I can't stop fantasizing about all the scenario's we could do. I wish he would keep me tied down all weekend, taking me, using me however he wants, subduing me with chloroform whenever I get too feisty.'

Rachel remembered posting that message online. It was a late dark and Dave had gone to bed early.

‘ Dave.'She said. ‘ Dave. Listen to me. That's just a little fantasy. I'm sorry.'

‘ Well today you're fantasies are coming straight, cupcake.'

‘ I'm pretty for certain real rapists don't promise their dupe by their cupcake pet name.'Rachel said.

Dave slapped her, right in the case. ‘ Shut up.'He yelled again. ‘ I decide which pet names I do and don't want to use.'He crumpled up the objet d'art of report and grabbed her boobs again. Squeezing them firmly. Suckling on the nipple, his tongue flicking the picayune nodule up and down, his teeth softly nibbling and pulling.

His hand slid down passed her tummy and into her pants. Fondling her cunt through the satin of her panty. Her pussy was throbbing, pulsating on the inside. She was still flurry. Her body responding involuntarily. Her breathing superficial, she held back a moan, her intellect befuddled with rousing. He knew her so well. He knew exactly how to swirl around her clit, how to steal in between her labia and teasingly toy around at the entrance of her vulva. This was indeed her fancy, she'd imagined a scenario like this over and over again. Tied down and helpless. Still she wasn't sure if she should allow this to continue. She didn't want it to stop, she didn't want to safeword. She wanted to tend into it, she wanted to deliver.

A moan. She pushed her lips together and tried to assure herself. She was getting increasingly horny, she couldn't think straight any more.

Dave was now fiddling with her zip. Pulling her gasp of off her coxa, her panties as well. He slid his finger up and down in between the labia, then he entered her. She felt his finger inside, her pussy clenching together. Her hips rocking. Another groan.

He was undressing himself now. She saw his familiar boxershorts, a bulge hiding behind the elastic fabric and a few moments later his cock appeared. Slightly curved to the leftfield, he didn't have the magnanimous cock she'd ever seen, but he was quite adequate. Adequate indeed. He grabbed his own putz and showed her the tip. He looked at her inquisitively.

‘ Still no safeword ?'He asked teasingly. He crawled on top of her. Pushing her stifle apart, his stopcock resting warm and upright against her kitty-cat, he rubbed it over her labia, procrastinating.

‘ Still no safeword, cupcake ?'He asked.

‘ You're doing it wrong.'She said.

‘ poor niggling Rachel. Am I raping you all awry ? Am I not supposed to call you cupcake now sweety ? Aawh ... inadequate you. If only you had a beau who would just do as he liked and takes what he wants.'He lifted his own hips and slid his cock inside of her. He started pounding her. Rough and rapidly. He knew what she liked. Within moments she was reduced to a helpless puddle of arousal.

Suddenly she smelled the angelical chemical fumes again. Her pussy clenching together, tender and wide-cut. He placed the rag over her expression. Her thought process started swimming, hazed and dazed, pounding pleasure down in her pussy. Overwhelmingly aroused. Barely cognisant. Her climax was building up quickly, shooting up right to the edge, over the border.

His hammer deep inside. Thrusting. She felt his prick moving in and out. His tip bumping into the wall of her pussy. The rag with chloroform disappeared from her face, a few deep breaths of fresh air. She couldn't think straight. It was all too overwhelming. He seemed to intentionally sustain her on the sharpness. The edge of cognisance. The edge of orgasm.

Then his cock started throbbing, squirting his seed deep within her pussy. He moaned. The rag clamping firmly over her typeface. Her arousal exploded. It spread through her body. Her pussy pulsating and clamping onto his cock. Her rearward arching. The rag still covering her olfactory organ and mouth.

‘ Go ahead.'Dave whispered. ‘ Surrender now. There's two more days to total cupcake.'

Her orgasm kept on flowing. One peak after another. Wave after wave after wave. Her mind befuddled, drowsy. Her vision blurring. Her ear ringing. She was about to authorise out, but she didn't guardianship, when she woke up Dave would be there. Ready to use her again and again and again.

‘ Thank you,'she muttered. Her voice slurring. ‘ Thannnn ...'Her principal slumped to the internet site and she sank away into rich blissful oblivion.

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