I made this for another group but I am proud of the way it came out. This is a work of fiction. Please do not use or recreate this work without the author's consent. Any resemblance to persons or places is not intended. On a side note this creates an explicit sense. The language used is moderately clean, but the story is not.... you have been warned.
He can feel it starting to rush now, the slow burn as his blood pressure starts flowing faster through his body. The adrenaline from being on the hunt. The woods around him are thick with undergrowth from the wet spring this year. Now with the heat of summer blanketing the ground, the fresh air passing through the trees, and birds chirping in the distance. He is distracted by the thought the family going to the lake. They could do some swimming, maybe even stay for some camp...
"Snap", The sound of a twig breaking ahead of him pulls his attention back to the moment. He has worked too hard for this, he can't get distracted now. Listening now he slows his pace through the woods. Clearing his mind, he hears the shuffle of leaves off to the left ahead of him. Excitement starts building in him as he
heads towards the noise. He is moving fast now, but making as little sound as possible. Being caught now would ruin all the plans and preparations over the last year.
This morning he was away before the rest of his house and out the door at his normal time for work. He failed to mention that two weeks prior he had put in for vacation time today. So instead of driving the ten or so miles to his job, he headed downtown to find a cafe. After an omelet and a glass of sweet tea he is off to find his target.
Finding her was easy. Not being spotted while tailing her car around town was the difficult part. He stayed back far enough she would not be able to hear his loud exhaust as he let small car pop in and out of his line of sight. After a few stops here and there then an hour and a half at the grocery store, good thing he filled up his tank last night, she heads out of town towards the nature trail that she enjoys walking.
Every detail has worked out the way he planned, and he smiles as he catches the first site of her light brown hair ahead of him. Setting his pace slightly faster than hers he wants to let her get further into the woods before he makes his move. The secluded cave he found is another five minute walk ahead of her and if he does not time this right she could get away.
The tight sports bra and exercise pants she is wearing causes a small hitch in his step and a pressure in his cargo pants as she comes fully into his site. Oh yeah the blood is really rushing now. Giving him an almost animalistic need to have her. She's close enough to where he wants her, so he quickly closes the remaining distance to her. As he reaches out for her he realizes she is aware there is something behind her. She begins to bend forward at the waist and slightly bends her knees trying to make herself self as small of a target as possible, and unknowingly providing him with the a reasonable way to grab her.
Slipping one arm between her elbows and her back, the reaching around and catching her with his fingers around her throat. Then quickly planting his feet to stop the forward momentum of both bodies. While also using the arm around her back to lift her off the ground slightly, and putting enough force on his other hand to let her know she was in danger. Which was a memo she apparently did not get because as he lifted her off the ground she donkey kicked him in the shin.
Lowering her back down to where her feet are back on the ground, he grunts and breathes through the pain. Even though she only has limited mobility from the way hes holding her, both hands and feet are working to make purchase with him. He knows he has to get control over the situation fast. As she lifts her leg to try kicking at him again, he pushes in on the back of her other knee causing her to lose support. Then he lowers her down to the ground. Knowing she now has more room to kick if he is not careful he quickly releases her arms and neck and places his knee between her shoulder blades to hold her down.
"Oh you son of a... " she says as he bounds her hands behind her back with some of the zip-ties he had in his cargo pants. You kiss your mother with that mouth, he thinks, as she continues to sling her verbal defense at him.
Now let's take care of that mouth, he thinks as he pulls two rolled handkerchiefs, with magnets sewn to each end,out of another pocket. Luckily she went for verbal abuse instead of screaming, he thinks as he puts the first handkerchief around her mouth and clicks the magnets together. Then the second one goes over her eyes, hopefully this will subdue her a bit, he thinks as the magnets click together. After double checking the binding and blindfolds, he uses one of her biceps to guide her back on to her feet.
Able to fully see her now, he admires how well her curves hug the exercise clothes. And feeling that familiar pressure against his pants as he pays extra attention to the lack of imagination needed to see the rest of her under the outfit. Time to get her off the trail, while not often used it is still easy for someone to walk up on them.
After a few awkward moments of him leading her through the sticks and undergrowth of the woods, and with her still slightly resistant, they make it to the mouth of the cave. It is not much of a cave mainly just a hole in the ground that has been washed out by rain and time. Then smoothed out by shovel over the last year, but it should serve well for this purpose. Along one wall he has placed a cooler and fixed a few candles around the place. Nothing fancy just basic emergency lighting candles he picked up at the local hardware store. On the side away from the cooler he has placed a spike in the ground that has a metal loop on the surface. Attached to the metal loop are three chains, a short one on either side with leather cuffs at the end. The third chain in the middle is longer than the other two and has a collar fixed at the end.
The only other thing he placed in the cave is the piece he is the most excited about. It has a squared off U-shape with a flat cushion in the belly of the device. Two straps attach the curve of the U to the collar and a strap hangs from each post with a leg cuff that fits just below the knee. He spent days building and adjusting it. And seeing it now, knowing he is about to use device for the first time, nearly pushes his excitement and lust over the edge. Closing his eyes and taking a few deep breaths to regain control, he then turns his attention back to the beautiful woman in front of him. The anger she had only a few minutes ago has faded, and he can see the fear quickly replacing it. She has stopped struggling and her shoulders are down, almost hunched. There is a small sound coming from behind the gag that might be a whimper. She is not crying though, and her legs are tense. No doubt ready to run away at the first opportunity.
With his need for her quickly building to an uncontrollable level, he hooks a finger in both sides of the waist band of her exercise pants. Making sure to catch the band hidden under the pants also. He swiftly lowers both waistlines down to her ankles and leaves her midriff exposed to the warm air. This reignites the anger in his guest and he has to quickly step to the side as she wildly flails and spouts muffled curses. More than one he had to steady her on her bound feet as she realized kicking out wasn't a good idea. Pulling her closer to the ring in the floor of the cavern, as she took her last shuffled step he brought her back down to her knees again making sure she did not topple forward into a face plant.
Sitting on her knees, arms bound behind her, in a common submissive pose. She looks like she is awaiting his command. If he did not notice the anger boiling underneath, that is.
No, there will be no firm command telling her to lean forward. This is a show of force, which is just fine by him. Removing his knife from a belt sheath he slices into zip-tie holding her hands together. As soon as the knife pops through the zip-tie, he tosses the knife a few feet away and prepares for the struggle into the shackles. Surprisingly as he moves her left are forward, and places the leather cuff around her wrist. She does not fight him. He can hear her mumbling "no" over and over around the gag.
Other than that, she is almost lucid. Is she going into shock? Maybe on the verge of a complete breakdown? He wonders as he moves to grab her other arm. She must have been listening for him, her body tenses in the blink of an eye. She snaps her arm to the left side of her body. Then just as fast brings it back with her elbow out. Full force straight to the abdomen. He managed to catch her arm, after the impact knocked the wind out of him. Had he not lost the ability to speak he may have joined in to her verbal onslaught at that moment. But instead he just sat there bear hugging her arm. After a moment, or possibly ten, he gripped her wrist away from his chest. Strapped her into the other cuff, then scooted back to observe the damage.
She no longer looks as if she is going to give up. Her legs are tight underneath her. She is holding her head high, and her back is straight. There is a small smile around the gag. She knows she landed a good blow on him. Her face is almost daring him to try again. As for himself, definitely going to be sure for a while. He is still trying to catch his breath. Luckily the blow did not fall six inches higher, or lower for that matter. Other than that every thing is working out okay, but there is still more that he must do. If he is to have her today.
Moving to the cooler he grabs a bottle of water, and pours some into his mouth. Tilting his head down he let's the water run over his face. As he uses his other hand to spread it around from his forehead to his neck. Still with half a bottle remaining he moves to the woman. Removing the handkerchief from her mouth. He watches as she fills her lungs to scream. Head back mouth opening to force as much sound out as possible, he pours water in.
The water surprises her and with her lungs already being full of air. She sprays water all over his face, she does a much more thorough job than he had done just moments before. He wipes his eyes with his free hand and places the water bottle on her lower lip. Gently pressing her head back so she is able to drink. She does so slowly at first, until the remaining water in the bottle is drained. Once empty he tosses the bottle aside, and gathers the handkerchief and presses it back against her lips. As she opens her mouth to speak, he slides the gag back in place. Not quite fast enough to stop one word from escaping at barely a whisper. "Why?"
Why?Because I have wanted this since the first time I laid eyes on you, he thinks as he moves back behind her. Placing his hand on the back of her neck. He pushes forward until she is off balance, and has to place her hands on the ground to keep from toppling over. Then he quickly clasps the collar around her neck. She realizes, after he removed his hand from her neck. The chain does not have length for her to sit back up. While he prepares to place the cradle on her back, he notices she has stopped pulling on the chains. She has lowered her head to her right hand. Her fingers toy with the clasp on her collar. Smack, his hand lands hard on her rear. Startled she whips her head up as far as the chain will allow. The surprise of getting spanked has her momentarily stunned. He takes advantage of this and places the cushion of the cradle on the middle of her back. After attaching the top two straps to the collar, he slides his down her leg and attempts to place the cuff just below her knee. Thanks to her unwillingness to give up. They are both breathing hard and a little sore, by the time this is accomplished on both legs. She had kicked, lunged, and did everything short of bursting into flames to keep him off of her.
Fully trussed up now on her hands and knees. With the cradle keeping her from straightening her legs out, and the wrists cuffs making her unable to reach backwards. She folds her body down as close to the ground as she is able. Looking for anyway to protect herself. He can see the fear she is feeling as her body is trembling with it. He is struck by a sense of pride for her. She has not begged or shed a single a tear. This woman is truly incredible.
After working the exercise size pants and briefs loose from her ankles. He neatly placed them on top of the cooler. He then moves up her body to do something about her top. Using the straps between the collar and cradle, he forces her to rise from her protective position. Then reaching his other hand under her, he decides sliding the bottom up over the swells is the only option available. Fully exposed now she again tucks her body down as he releases his hold. He can hear the muffled sound of her saying no again. He walks to the far wall from where she is bound in the small space.
As he removes his clothing and places it beside hers on the cooler. He keeps one eye on the beauty he has worked so hard for. Getting to this point has been on of the most difficult times he can remember. He can see the strain of today has took its toll on her as well. She looks as if she may completely break down soon. Surely soon she will see this will all be worth it, he thinks, as he moves towards her again. Lightly running his fingers across the exposed flesh of her back and lower region causes the excitement to flurry inside him.
This simple action causes a reaction from her, even if it's not quite the same. She flinches and pulls away from him. As though the slightest touch burns her skin. Both of them indecently exposed to the warm are inside the the cavern. He moves behind her and lowers his knees to the cool dirt covering the floor. Moving closer to her he allows his alert member to rest along the bend of her hips. The tip resting at the small of her back. He leans forward over her and speaks in a low, husky voice.
"Happy Anniversary" he states to his wife of now eight years. Instantly her body her body relaxes. Her head whips up, nearly catching him off guard. If not for the chain on her collar she would have busted his nose. Feeling her body come alive with recognition and arousal. He leans back allowing her room to lift her body to meet his. Gripping her hips before she has time to fully process this new information. He enters her, gently at first until he at a full thrust. Pulling and pawing her hips with each stroke. Unable to keep his passion in check. Her body rocking forward with each slam of his body into hers. The cradle making her legs nearly useless. She has to use her hands to push the ground away from her face. She has not felt this vitality from her husband since the early stages of their relationship.
Within minutes they are both panting and moaning. Her sounds still muffled by the gag. His on the other hand on the other hand were getting deeper. More animalistic almost a growl. When she feels him starting to swell even harder. It hits her like a need. She forces her body back in to his faster, deeper. When release comes, it triggers her own bliss. Not a normal orgasm, she had a few of them already in the last few minutes. This though is different. A full body convolution as they push towards each other. Trying to bond they bodies, like their hearts, into one. His release was different. One he has felt many times over the years, but only with her. His true mate. His body went rigid pushing his forward as he pulsed and throbbed inside her. Then every muscle going limp. Every muscle except for the ones engorged with blood.
Once the world start spinning on its axis again. He lifted himself from behind her, and removed her blindfold and gag. Watching as she blinked her eyes and working the soreness from her jaws. When she looked at him and smiled. He leaned down and lock lips with her. After pulling away he wispered "I love you, baby". Unclasping the collar first, he releases her from the cradle and other bindings. Then moves to the cool where he had placed their clothing. After handing her clothes to her they both redress. "Would you like a drink?" He asked her while removing a soda from the cooler for him self. Still out of breath she asks him if there is a water in the cooler. After opening a bottle he hands it to her. They make small talk for a while as they sip on their drinks.
When the drinks are finished, she stands tells her husband she has to get home before the school bus runs. " We should take the kids camping this weekend." She tells him as she prepares to leave the cave. He stand and walks to her. Pulling her in to his arms and holding her again. He tells her he is going to get everything cleaned up, then he will be on his way home as well. She leans up and kisses him. Then pushes away and heads towards the entrance. Pausing for a moment she turns back to him. "Make sure that finds its way home." She says pointing to the cradle. "We might be able to use it for what I have planned tonight." Then she turns and heads out to her car.
After she is gone. He takes his time, making sure to remove every chain and candle. With a new energy in his step, he carries everything to his pickup. Having to make another trip for the cradle. Before picking it up once back to cavern. He looks around making sure to lock away every detail of the memory. Once ready to leave, he picks the cradle up. "You are riding in the cab, my friend." He says to it as he carries it up the trail. Once at the parking lot where he parked earlier. He turns and looks back towards the cave. No able to see it, but picturing it well in his mind. He says to himself. "We are kinky devils."
