DESERT BOUND
By Silky Sullivan
It was a sweltering August day with not a cloud in the sky. According to the digital gauge on the dash of Traci's black Mustang convertible, the temperature was at 108 degrees and climbing. Although it was tempting to let the top down and allow her gorgeous shoulder length blonde tresses to be caressed by the gentle breeze, the persistent penetrating rays of the Mojave Desert sun persuaded her otherwise. As Traci's car streaked across the desolate countryside, she daydreamed of her summer adventures while working at a local casino in her hometown of Las Vegas. The summer had been much too short and it was now time to return to UCLA for her senior year. Rather than take the main highway back to Los Angeles, Traci opted for the backroads to take in some new scenery. On this particular afternoon, it seemed at times that her car was virtually the only one on the road. Traci had never been one to be apprehensive about traveling alone and had no reservations about it today either. As she continued to think about her summer vacation and the school year ahead, her foot seemed to get a bit heavy on the accelerator and before she knew it, the speedometer reading had passed 90 miles per hour but Traci seemed unconcerned. She couldn't imagine the police patrolling this deserted stretch of highway.
Completely immersed in her thoughts, it took the hint of a smell of antifreeze to arouse her from her trancelike state. At first she dismissed it as just her imagination but when the smoke began billowing from underneath the hood, her heart sank and she realized that she had no choice but to pull over and call for help. The Mustang limped to the shoulder of the two lane highway and Traci immediately turned off the ignition. She pulled out her map and realized that the next town of any size was at least 45 miles away. She extracted her cell phone from her purse and dialed 911, only to find out that she was in an area where there was no cell signal. A sickening feeling began to creep in as her mind raced to come up with a plan. Well, she guessed that she would just have to wait until a car passed through this area and stopped to help. She would have to be patient. The minutes turned into hours as she waited for assistance. Then she heard the sound of a vehicle approaching from the west. As the car came into view, it appeared to be a late model red sports car of some type. Traci stood beside her car and waved her arms as the car approached but as it neared her, it became painfully obvious that this driver was not going to stop. The car was being driven by an older lady who seemed to be either unconcerned or too scared to stop. Traci began to panic as the sun began to sink in the western sky. The silhouettes of the multitude of cactus plants that dotted the stark landscape gave Staci an eerie feeling .If help didn't arrive soon, these silhouettes would serve as her only companions in the dark desert wilderness. She only had one bottle of water and a candy bar and although she was already hungry and thirsty, she dared not touched either yet as she had no idea when help would arrive. Although Traci had always been fairly brave and not one to worry a lot, the sounds of the desert critters spooked her a bit. She tried to block out the sounds by thinking about pleasurable things and it seemed to work somewhat, as she did drift off briefly into a light sleep.
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t was the headlights of a car approaching from her rear that reflected in her rear view mirror and awoke her. Her heart began to pound with anticipation as the car slowed and pulled in behind her and stopped. Although she was very grateful that a good Samaritan had finally arrived, she was still wary and kept her doors locked. A shadowy figure emerged from the car and slowly ambled up to her driver's window. Traci cracked her window a few inches and peered out at a middle aged man with thinning hair and muscular build. He seemed to be quite nice and politely asked Traci if he could help her. As she looked into his eyes, she felt that this was a person that she could trust. Of course, she really didn't have any choice. “Need a lift somewhere?” he asked. Traci immediately responded in the affirmative , unlocking the door and slowly opening it. As she emerged and got closer to the man, she felt even better about him. He had kind eyes and seemed to be a genuinely caring person. “I'll be glad to drive you to the next town, which is about 40 miles away.” I live about 5 miles past town and can drop you off at the motel where I will call a wrecker for you. There's a small repair shop in town who should be able to get you up and running in no time.” You look like you need some food and a good night's sleep. Traci nodded and thanked the man for stopping to help. “By the way, what's your name?” Traci asked. “The name's Fred but everyone around here calls me Stubby”, the man replied. “Grab your gear and hop in.” Traci gathered up her purse and locked up her car and slowly walked back to the passenger side of Stubby's older model Chevy Caprice.
Just as she started to open the door, she felt an arm grab her around the neck and she screamed. Her shrieks of terror were quickly muffled by a large white cotton handkerchief that was shoved between her sensuous lips and held in place by a gray piece of duct tape that was roughly slapped over her mouth. Stubby pushed her into the back seat and began to tie her arms and hands together with some thin cotton rope that was lying in the floorboard of the car. He then wound numerous strands of rope around her ankles and tied a short length between her ankles and wrists. Although her hands were tied in front of her, she was helpless in this reverse hogtie. As Traci peered into Stubby's eyes, she no longer saw the kind, caring man that had stopped to help. He now had a sneer on his face as he jeered at her with an evil snicker, “Well little lady, I guess you're mine for the night. By the way, you will be much more comfortable in my humble abode than you would have been in the local motel. You may as well relax and enjoy the ride. We'll be there soon. Then the fun can begin.”
Fear enveloped Traci's writhing body as she made a feeble attempt to free herself. What did this man want from her? She knew the answer but didn't want to dwell on it. Only minutes had passed but it seemed like hours when the old Chevy made a right turn off the highway onto a rough dirt road. Soon the car pulled up in front of what appeared to be a dilapidated frame house. She could see a small kerosene lamp flickering inside what appeared to be the living room of the small structure. Stubby pulled up to the front door, shut off the engine, and opened the rear door. He threw Traci's bound and helpless body over his shoulder. She attempted to cry out but the handkerchief and tape reduced her cries to muffled moans as the door was opened and she was tossed onto an old couch in the front room like a bag of dirty laundry. Stubby removed the tape and the handkerchief that had filled her pretty mouth. “Well, I guess I'd better give you something to eat and drink before we get too involved. You're going to be tied up for quite some time. Of course, if you're a good girl, I may untie you later.” Traci gobbled up the crackers that he fed her and gulped down the bottle of water. She had barely swallowed the last drop of water when a large white silk scarf was forced into her mouth until it completely disappeared between her full lips. Before she could spit it out, another scarf parted those gorgeous lips and was wound twice around her head and then tied cruelly tight in a knot at the nape of her neck. Another scarf was tied over her eyes to prevent her from seeing what this evil man had planned for her next. Traci squealed in protest but Stubby ignored her pleas and threw her over his shoulder again, carrying her into his bedroom. He dropped her onto the rickety old four poster bed and rolled her onto her back. He immediately untied the ankle and wrist ropes and began to slide Traci's skin tight jeans down to her ankles and then removed them entirely. Stubby began to feel a stirring in his loins as he gazed at the half dressed lovely young lady that was now his prisoner. He swiftly attached her arms to the bed posts at the head of the bed after removing her pale yellow cotton top, leaving her clad only in a very sexy light peach colored satin bra with matching thong. Stubby moved to her lower extremities next, attaching both ankles to the posts at the foot of the bed. The ropes at all four corners were pulled as tight as a fiddle, leaving the poor girl in a severe spread eagle position. Stubby could contain himself no longer. He noticed that, despite her muffled protests, the crotch of her panties appeared to be getting damp. Could it be that she was enjoying this?
Stubby began to slide his pants down, revealing a massive hunk of meat between his legs. It was certainly obvious that his nickname was not a reference to a lack of size of his manhood. Stubby decided that he wanted Traci to see what was about to happen to her so he removed the silk pad from her eyes. As her eyes adjusted to the flickering light of the kerosene lamp, she focused on the gargantuan love tool that glistened with pre-cum only inches from her mouth. Traci was both horrifed and strangely excited at the sight and felt an intense tingling in her twat. Stubby removed the silken gag and thrust his ten inches of love muscle between her lips. At first, she protested but after tasting the slightly salty pre-cum, she greedily suck the tool further into her throat. Stubby began to get up a rhythm as the one eyed monster pushed deeper and deeper into Traci's accommodating throat. Before exploding, Stubby withdrew his rod and quickly regagged her. He unhooked her satin bra, revealing an ample set of perky white breasts with large pink nipples that were standing erect as a result of the stimulating events that had just occurred. Then Stubby pulled out his pocket knife and sliced the thin bands of silky satin that held the thong in place. He tossed the panties aside and peered at a completely shaven snatch that was wet and waiting for some action. He moved his head between her legs and buried his tongue between her tight pussy lips, running it up to the top where it met an erect clit, standing like a soldier at attention. Traci could contain her excitement no longer. She let out a shriek of delight as Stubby's talented tongue tangled with the ever hardening mound of joy. The voluminous gag could not begin to silence Traci sufficiently as she writhed in ecstasy on the creaky bed. Stubby could contain himself no longer as he positioned his member at the precipice of her love canal. As he slowly pushed his huge swollen purple head past her pussy lips, Traci seemed to be trying to mouth the words “fuck me hard”. Certainly Stubby wanted to oblige his sweet captive(if you could consider her a captive at this point). So he pushed deeper into her tightness until his entire third leg was buried to the hilt. He began to stroke with a tender but vicious pounding. Suddenly his engorged tip hit Traci's G-spot as she exploded into a multiorgasmic frenzy. Almost simultaneously, Stubby erupted with a ferocity that could only be matched by Mt. St. Helens. He withdrew his pistol and collapsed on top of Traci where the two spent the remainder of the night.
As the sun peeked above the desert horizon, Stubby and Traci awoke from their kinky night of passion. Stubby started cooking breakfast for Traci and told her that he would call the wrecker to pick up her car so that she could get it fixed and hit the road again. Traci gave him a wink and replied,” “Who says I'm in a hurry to go? I've got a few days before school starts” After finishing off a hearty breakfast, the two retired once again to the creaky bed where they explored their mutual passion for kink for the next two days.
As Traci sped off toward California in her newly repaired car, she couldn't wipe the grin off her face as she thought about the previous three days that had exposed an unexplored passion for kinky sex. She pushed the pedal to the metal as she daydreamed about the adventures that awaited her down the road. Boy, it was going to be an exciting senior year!
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