The Other Girl Obsession 3

Wordlessly, I grabbed Beth by her duct taped arms, and
pulled her to her feet.  I spanked her bare ass
harshly a few times, as if to reinforce my dominance,
and then dragged her downstairs.  She had remained
silent since I had cut her clothes off with scissors. 
I wasn't sure if she was too embarrassed, too scared,
or too defeated to talk, but it was a welcome change
from her usual chatty self.  I headed for the outside
door, still dragging her voluptuous naked body by its
duct taped arms, and she resisted, her feet sliding
against the kitchen floor linoleum.  But impressively,
she stifled the urge to vocally object, and we went
out into the cool mid morning air.  

I was fully dressed and she was fully nude, and
although at quick glance I didn't see anyone around,
if someone was looking out a nearby window they would
have seen her bouncing boobs and thick bush exposed to
the sunny winter daylight.  A few seconds later we
were in my car and I was driving away, towards my
apartment.  She slinked down into her seat for obvious
reasons, but I made her sit up.  The duct tape on her
arms had loosened up enough to come off, and she
removed the tape and rubbed her wrists like she had
just been freed of handcuffs.  Barely covering her
large breasts with an arm, finally she spoke.

"Where are we going?"  I ignored her.  "Because I have
to call work, I mean they're going to wonder... and I
don't have my cell phone with me."

"Don't worry about it," I said.  "You can call them
when we get to my place."

"Why are we going to your place?  What are we doing
Dave?"  She was starting to get stressed, and
stressing me out as well by trying to put things in
perspective.  I didn't want to think about it, or plan
anything.  I just knew that I wanted to keep this wild
sexual thing we started about forty minutes ago going
for as long as we could.

"And why didn't you let me wear anything?  And why did
you do this to me?" She was starting to ball.  "I
trusted you!"

That stung a little bit.  I slapped her naked thigh
hard for making me feel twinges of guilt and remorse. 
She yelled "Ow!" and her face was contorted to a full
crying expression.  She was losing it for sure, but
she was also starting to come to her senses in a way
by snapping out of the submissive trance she had been
forced into.

But I was starting to snap out of it too.  Maybe what
I was doing was totally crazy, maybe she would try to
call the police the next chance she had.  I couldn't
let that happen.  That was part of the reason I knew I
couldn't turn back.  I had to keep her hostage until I
could trust her.  I had to win her trust.  

"I'm sorry," I said calmly.  And then a little
irritated, "It's not like you didn't enjoy it."

Her crying subsided a little and she slinked back down
into her seat.  "This is not right," she whimpered,
turning her head away from me.  I put my hand on her
thigh where I had slapped her and started rubbing
soothingly.  After a few seconds she violently threw
my hand off, still looking away from me.  I gently
replaced my hand, touching her thigh as I drove.  She
threw it off again, with a little less force this
time.  I persisted, and each time she pushed my arm
away a little more reluctantly, until finally she gave
in and parted her legs slightly.  I slid my hand down
between her womanly thighs and lingered there for a
while before discovering how wet her cunt was.  She
leaned her head back and shut her tear drained eyes as
I stroked her pussy, occasionally taking a break and
playing with her big boobs, using her vaginal moisture
to arouse her nipples.

After bringing her back to a confusing but
irresistible sexual trance, I told her she could put
on a fleece pull over that was on the floor behind her
seat.  She slipped it on and shortly we arrived at my
apartment.  I helped her get the the remaining duct
tape, still clinging to a remnant of her black slacks,
off her ankles.  We got out of the car and walked to
the back door of my apartment.  I watched her sexy
legs in the fleece pullover that barely covered her
ass.  Her bush inadvertently flashed itself everytime
she took a step.  We went inside and straight to the
bedroom.  I took my clothes off to reveal my rock hard
erection and she slipped off the pullover.  We
immediately began to make out, touching eachother
everywhere.  This had always been in the front of my
mind the entire time I knew her.  I was discovering
that her desires for me had always been buried deep in
her subconscious, and she may never fully be honest
with herself about them, but they were just as
powerful as mine.  I also think that something about
being inside and isolated from the logical world made
her feel comfortable about giving in sexually to me.

We had great sex made greater by the fact that we were
both willingly betraying my girlfriend.  I didn't
think it at the time, and I suspect neither did she,
but that must help explain Beth and I fucking like
primal beasts.  It was dark in my apartment and
afterwards we fell asleep in my bed.

I awoke with a start, still feeling sexually
gratified, but overloaded with guilt.  But I couldn't
dwell on that for long because I shortly realized that
I couldn't move.  I moved my head left and right and
saw that somehow Beth had tied my arms to the bed
posts without waking me.  She had used rope that I
kept around on the closet floor for this very purpose.
 To tie someone up with.  But it was supposed to be
some helpless chick, not me.  She was putting the
finishing touches on one of my feet and when she was
done I was naked with all four limbs tied securely to
the bed posts.  She stood up, once again wearing only
the fleece pullover, looked at me, and giggled.  Then
she turned around and walked out of the bedroom.  I
heard the TV go on in the living room.

I tried to weasel out of my captivity and I realized
that the ropes weren't that tight and with a little
effort I could get loose.  But at the moment, my body
was too stretched out and I couldn't do much.  I knew
that I had lost all control of her and trying to
command her to cut me loose would most definitely
invite laughter and ridicule.

A few minutes later she returned and took her fleece
off.  She had a serious expression.  I perceived
revenge flashing in her eyes.  She crawled on to the
bed and my penis started to fill with blood watching
her large round breasts sway over me.  She turned
around and planted her ass squarely on my face.  I
didn't like being tied up, but in spite of that I got
sexually excited by her ass in my face without having
any control over the situation.  I was both annoyed
and aroused.

"So you like sniffing my panties, is that it?" she
taunted, her voice muffled but ledgible.  Now I knew
that she had definitely seen the panties on my face
when she caught me masturbating in her bedroom this
morning.  "You're going to smell my private areas
directly now, and you're going to like it." and she
ground her asshole into my nose.  I couldn't help but
to smell her scent there.  I wanted desperately to
jerk off.  I felt dirty but she smelled so good there.
 I could hardly breath, as my mouth was completely
engulfed by her pussy.  I had to breath through my
nose, and I realized that yet another one of my
fantasies with her was coming true.

"Lick me," she commanded simply, and I plunged my
tongue deep into her pussy.  She straddled my face
with my tongue in her pussy and my nose against her
asshole until she came, moaning loudly, and getting my
lips and chin soaked.  Meanwhile my raging hard on
went unattended.  She got off me and walked out of the
bedroom once more.  She left me there with my face
reeking of her pussy and ass.  She had marked her
territory and it was all I could smell.  I was so
turned on yet so pissed off that I couldn't get off.

Quietly, but forcefully, I started to loosen the ropes
that bound me.