Flexibility
I try not to plan ahead to much, they only last until someone comes along who isn’t in on it. Being prepared is good, though. I usually carry enough to handle any thing, but it get’s heavy, so I don’t always have it on me.
I don’t carry much around in the summer, so a couple months ago, I didn’t have anything but what I usually have in my pants. Wouldn’t you know, that’s when the perfect chance came up. I was walking around at night, don’t ask me why she was. I do it all the time, but then, I don’t look like her.
She could’ve been a model, probably was for all I know. Her skinny legs looked too weak to support her, and her body looked almost too long for them. Her face was pretty, out in front of long straight blonde hair tied back out of it.
Now, I’ve been called a sociopath by experts. They always say I got "Poor impulse control". At least I had enough to look around before I got to her. There wasn’t a car in sight, no headlights around the corner, or hiss of tires on blacktop.
We where crossing this creak on a hill, so the side of the road just sort of dropped off. There was a big metal guard to keep cars on the road, but the sidewalk was on the other side of it. Down the hill, I saw lots of brambles, but she cleared a bunch of them when she rolled down.
I was right after her, made it in two jumps. She tried to get up, but I pushed her down into the ground, and put my hand to the back of her head to keep her from screaming. She pounded the ground like a little kid, but couldn’t do anything else with my weight on her back.
I heard a car coming, so I held her, and looked up to see it. I couldn’t even see the guard, just lights flashing over the trees. She struggled, and squealed, but the driver didn’t seem to hear it. It kept going, and went around the corner.
I had a bandana in my pocket, so I used that to gag her. A knot tied in the middle worked all right as a ball, and I forced it into her mouth. She had a belt on, one of those braided ones you can stick the buckle in anywhere. When I rolled her to get it, she panted wide eyed up at me. Her cute little tits moved under her tee shirt with her chest.
I pulled out her belt first, tied her hands together with it, then ripped open her shirt. She had this cute tan lacey bra on, but barely filled it out. I could easily slip a hand under the cup, and feel the soft warm skin she had under it. She moaned, and twisted, so I gave the nip a little tweak to show her who the boss was.
She kicked, and swung her hands at me, so I had to roll her back over. This time I reached for my belt, thick broad solid leather with two D rings for the buckle. After stripping off her short little jogger shorts, I caught her ankles, and pulled my belt tight around them.
Then, I grabbed her belt, and pulled her arms back over her head. The two ends went through each other’s buckles, and I slowly pulled them together. She bent like a bow, her thighs, and shoulders coming off the ground until the buckles nearly met behind her back. She was helpless now, unable to even close her legs without pulling her arms out of their sockets.
While I was back there, I undid her bra, and yanked off her matching panties. She was naked now, except for the two belts. I rolled her over one more time, set her up like an arch in front of me.
Tied like that, she looked even better. Her flat tummy was stretched out, and her tits spread out from being bent like that. It also raised her hips, her crotch stood out in the middle ripe for the taking.
I saw she wasn’t really a blonde, but she had her brown hair trimmed to a nice Mohawk. It really made her bare lips look lovely, so I didn’t pay much mind. She moaned weakly when I started stroking her. A couple fingers slipped between her lips, and I could feel her warmth.
I had no doubt that she wasn’t aroused, but her sweat had moistened it a bit. I still had to use a little force to slip into her. She gasped, and I finished undoing my pants as I bent to taste her. Sure enough, I tasted only the salt of her sweaty without a hint of tangy lust.
I never cared for the dry fuck, it tends to chafe. Saliva makes a stand up water based lube though, so I spat into her until I was dry. By then, my erection was safely wrapped, so I rose to get my prize. She still resolutely refused to bloom, but I didn’t care. This was all about my pleasure, not her’s so fuck her.
She looked so beautiful, bent back like that. I savored it as I gently entered her. Besides the major discomforts of her position, and mine inside her, I saw she’d picked up a lot of scratches from the thorns. I had a couple pokes through the clothes, but only my head, and hands where bare enough to get slashed. She, on the other hand was bleeding slowly from several shallow wounds. The blood sickened her like nothing else can, and only made her more attractive to me.
She was still quite tight despite my manipulations, but at least she was moist enough. Even through the bandana, she still made some noise. She just couldn’t enunciate, so all I got from her was muffled squeals, and moans.
I reached up, and grabbed her chest for purchase. They where the perfect handful, so I could really stuff it into her. She slipped around my cock so nicely I knew I couldn’t last very long. I even slowed down to drag it out. That just made me fuck harder until her hip bones jabbed me in the pelvis.
Fuck it, I thought, no pain, no gain. It was worth the minor bruises for the sensation of raping her. She hated it, I knew she just wanted it to be over, but I would’ve loved going all night. All things must end though, so I felt a twinge of sadness as my balls clutched.
I couldn’t resist a final degradation, though. I had plenty of warning before the first shot to withdraw, and yank off the prophylactic. It was so hard just keeping my eyes open, but worth the effort. I had to see the thick white shots arc over her body, and paint it.
The first hit her belly, and ran down toward her ragged crotch. I aimed the next higher, and it went right between her tits. She turned her head, but still got it across the cheek. A slight correction, and I finally hit the target. My aim got better as the pressure lessened until the last of it ran down my knuckles.
That done, I pulled her up to her knees to see my work. I walked around her, studying as I tucked myself back in. It was a lovely sight, a naked, bound woman kneeling, and covered with her blood, and my jism. I ran slowly down her skin, and left tracks across it. From behind, I undid my belt, but left hers on. Strapping it back on, I pulled her up by her hair, and guided her to the creek.
She was silent, probably from the shock of what’d just happened. The pain, and shame, and fear worked together, making her docile, and pliant. I just guided her, unresisting to the water’s edge, and kicked her in.
It was only deep enough to splash in. She had no trouble getting up, or even free, but I was already across the road, and running through the woods before she was able to let out a scream. With any luck, the water washed off my residue, and I’d be long before she managed to flag someone down.
I chuckled to myself as I fled. I know what I’d do if a naked hysterical woman flagged me down on a dark deserted suburban road. I suspect her night had only just started.
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