Hell's Highway

[BadForm]

OOC: Open to one female character (I could care less about the gender of the writer), who wants to play a potentially extreme femdom nc srp. No murder of my char allowed (despite the background of the fem outlined below), and no breaking board rules about pedophilia (of course), but anything else goes.

IC:

The sun was shining on that warm August morning. That's what I think I'll always remember. It was so incongruous with what was about to happen. I was hitchhiking across the country from New York to LA and currently thumbing a lift along another stretch of highway in Ohio. It isn't so easy for a guy to catch a ride these days, what with reports of kidnappings and murders, so when I saw a black porsche pull up to offer me a ride I was relieved. When a woman leaned across to open the passenger door I was shocked.

"Jump in," she said. "Where you going?"

I took in how good looking she was as I settled into the seat and fastened the seatbelt. She returned my gaze, hungrily.

"LA," I said. "but if you can get me to the next town over that'd be fine... I'll crash at a hotel for the night."

She gave a throaty chuckle. "Oh, baby, I can take you to places you never dared dream of." She locked the door behind me, allowing her hand to brush against my thigh as she sat back. "Now hold on tight, you're in for the ride of your LIFE."

I blushed furiously, completely inexperienced with a woman in control. She said nothing else as she headed away from the kerb, peeling rubber as she picked up to 60. I tried to keep my raging libido under control as she drove, and turned my attention to the radio news as a distraction.

...lice are still looking for the Ohio Widow, the first female serial killer in this state to have sexually abused, tortured and murdered over 10 men. As yet, police have been unable to provide a reliable description of this woman although some reports suggest she operates by picking up hitchhikers and...

She grabbed the volume control and turned off the radio quickly. I glanced at her in puzzlement, wondering what was wrong. She scowled at the road ahead for a few seconds before flashing me another, albeit less beatific, smile.

"Aint nothin on the radio but bad news nowadays," she said.

 

[Mist S]

I saw him on the side of the highway with his thumb out and almost drove past without stopping. I’d had a few bad experiences with the men I had picked up recently, they hadn’t co-operated at just the wrong time, or had asked for to much and bad things had happened. But the way he filled out his jeans and the semi cocky attitude I could see even from a distance persuaded me and I pulled in. He seemed shocked that I would have done so when he discovered my sex, but he got in anyway.

I looked at him as he settled into the seat, my gaze roaming hungrily over his body, checking it out. I was pleased to note that he returned the interest (as well he should as the jean shorts I wore revealed legs that seemed a mile long, full breasts that pushed out the white halter top I wore and my face was pretty damn cute too-at least in my opinion)

I reached across and locked the door, I guess he thought it was a safety habit, rather than the true purpose it was and after warning him to hang on, put my foot to the floor to get back up to cruising speed. The blush that skimmed across his face was priceless, he seemed rather shy, or nervous. Personally, I thought it was cute.

...lice are still looking for the Ohio Widow, the first female serial killer in this state to have sexually abused, tortured and murdered over 10 men. As yet, police have been unable to provide a reliable description of this woman although some reports suggest she operates by picking up hitchhikers and...

I turned the radio off with a snap, not wanting him to hear the rest of it and get suspicious. I didn’t know how much information they would have released to the press, but it was guaranteed to place me in a bad light. No need to make him nervous…until later that is.

I continued to drive, made casual small talk of the type strangers usually do, finding out that he was on his way to L.A. to ‘see the sights’, nobody was expecting him, he was on his own. He was perfect. As we talked, I casually moved my hand from the steering wheel to his leg, stroking it seemingly absentmindedly. He didn’t flinch away, so as we were coming up to the turn that would take me to the cabin I owned off the beaten path, I made a bit of a bold move.

“It’s getting late, I want to make you an offer. I could drive you down the road to the Super 8, or I could take you to my place for the night, feed you and house you for free and drive you a ways down the road later. How ‘bout it?”

 

[BadForm]

I wasn't stupid. Well, no more so than the average red-blooded male. There I was, sitting in a hot car with an even hotter babe, who seemed to be offering me a chance for a fiery night. I was unengaged. She was wearing no ring. I considered the possibility she might have a disease or something, but only for a second or so before my raging libido seared the thought away. I tried to act like a gentleman.

"It's all right," I said. "I don't want to inconvenience you."

"Inconvenience?" she raised an eyebrow. "If it was an inconvenience I wouldn't have offered."

And that was it. Her hand moved over my thigh as if to stifle the objection I'd only later wish I could have made. I felt myself growing ever more erect at the thought of just where the evening was going. LA could wait, right now there were sights to see here in Ohio. I put my own hand on hers, letting my fingers play across her knuckles, surprised at how strong her hand felt, but not unpleasantly so.

"Well," I said, still unable to believe my luck. "If you're certain... I'd love to spend the night at your place."

She continued to drive for another half hour or so, time in which she continued to explore the muscles of my thigh with her hand. When I felt her fingernails trail along the inside of my thigh, I gave a slight start. That only made her press down with her hand all the more firmly. I admit, it was more than a little exciting to have a woman taking control of a sexual situation like that. It was far from anything I'd ever experienced before, but I was willing to learn.

Eventually she arrived at her place. It was a nicely sized house with good grounds. Not a mansion by any means, but a very private house, comfortable and beautiful. I followed her out of the car and up the stairs to the door, thinking what a delightful night I was about to have.

 

[Mist S]

"It's all right, I don't want to inconvenience you."

I almost laughed, but caught it back in time. I would be more inconvenienced had he said a flat out no, for I could feel the slow burn of arousal heating my loins. It would be a shame to drop off such a cute toy without taking him in any way I felt like first.

I spent the trip teasing him, if the hard on he was sporting was any indication, it was working rather well. He jumped slightly as I raked my nails lightly down his inner thigh, I filed the information away for later, as I was curious to see his reaction when I did it with more force on his bare skin.

We pulled up in front of my house, well off the highway, few people ever came out this way making it secluded for all sorts of fun games. I stepped out of the car, feeling the afternoon heat like a blow after the air conditioning of the car. I stretch, pulling my long blonde hair off my neck and led the way to the house. I stepped inside and held onto the door, waiting until he came in.

Just as he passed in far enough that the door wouldn’t hit him as I closed it, I stepped forward, pressing against him hard, forcing him to back up as I shut the door. When it was fully closed, I had him so his back was up against it tight, my leg thrust between his, pinning him in place. Smiling into his eyes, I reached behind him and locked the deadbolt. This was a particular type of deadbolt though, it was key only and when I had it locked, I pulled the key and put it in my pocket. The backdoor was the same, the windows had anti theft bars on them, making escape impossible. I had him now.

With a smile, drawing any attention he had paid my actions back onto me fully, I said, “I know it isn’t dark out yet, and it isn’t quite supper time. But I am hungry-for you. I want to go downstairs, and fuck. What do you say?” He seemed a little taken aback by my blunt statement, but as any horny man, willing enough to do as I suggested-especially when it involved sex. Directing him, we entered my playroom.

It was designed like a dungeon, complete with racks and chains hanging from the walls. The walls were decorated with medieval style brickwork, adding to the sinister quality of the room. I stopped just inside the door, waiting for the confusion, the panic and the anger I knew would come.

 

[BadForm]

Locks were a big thing for this woman, I should have taken it as a sign. But then, what sensible woman in this day and age wouldn't want to be safe, to protect herself with good security, to ensure nobody broke in and robbed her or worse. Looking back now, I remember my analysis with a sick irony that only makes me feel worse. Her interest in security was totally different to what I assumed.

Her words came suddenly, and had the power and assurance you normally assumed of a guy, not such a feminine woman. But then, her actions were the same, possessive, wanting, demanding. Inescapable.

“I know it isn’t dark out yet, and it isn’t quite supper time. But I am hungry-for you. I want to go downstairs, and fuck. What do you say?”

I gasped, catching my objection to her brute words before I said anything stupid. Who would resist such a beauty? In truth, her almost sluttish words were a turn on. The only thing that confused me was the suggestion we go downstairs, to the basement. Wouldn't it make more sense to go up, to the bedroom? Still, if she had a bit of a kink for where to have sex, that would only add to the spice of the night. I followed her eagerly into...

...hell.

"What the fuck?" I stared at the dungeon in a mixture of alarm and denial. What was going on here? What was all this stuff? Chains, racks, medieval brickwork and implements I couldn't even fathom. What was all this about? I'd heard of some women who got off on pain - I had a friend who happily described herself as a submissive painslut - but that wasn't what I was into.

"Look," I said as I looked at her in alarm. "Er... I'm not judging you or anything, but I'm not into this. I mean, if you like being tied up and stuff that's ok, but I don't play that way. I'm sorry."

The look she gave me in return told me I'd still got it all wrong.

 

[Mist S]

"What the fuck?" Typical reaction, I bit down on my smile to hide it.

"Look, Er... I'm not judging you or anything, but I'm not into this. I mean, if you like being tied up and stuff that's ok, but I don't play that way. I'm sorry."

I almost lost the control that time, he was so far off base it wasn’t even really funny anymore. I kept a straight face with effort and he petered to a halt obviously realizing he was mistaken somehow.

Casually, I corrected him. “Oh, I don’t play that way either. I like to tie guys up like yourself and…stuff.” Deliberately, I mimicked his description of the activities that were possible in this place. I stepped forward, crowding him until he backed up. I could tell he wasn’t keen on sleeping with me anymore; by the way he seemed to be keeping his distance from me.

We moved until he stood exactly where I wanted him and I stopped, not pushing any further. I smiled then, a friendly sort of smile, to see if he would cooperate or if I would have to get nasty with him right off the bat.

I said, “Why don’t you place your hands on the top of your head, and let me show you just what I mean?” Somehow however, I didn’t think he would and my smile dared him to refuse. It would be interesting to see what his psyche would make of that, would he do as I asked to contradict what I thought he would do, or would he stick to his guns and try to escape?

 

[BadForm]

The situation had rapidly gone from the wondrous, to the ridiculous, to the dangerous. This woman was out of her mind. Did she really think I was going to put my hands on my head so she could tie me up? As to the "and stuff" part of her description, my friend had told me what that meant and there was no way I was up for a whipping, or a caning or anything else.

My mind snapped back to the car drive and how she had snapped off the news broadcast. What was the presenter talking about? Some sexual predator and serial killer. A woman. The... what was it... Ohio Widow. I looked at her, shaking my head in denial. This couldn't be her. Not this sweet...

"Oh, hell no!" I yelled. "No fucking way. No way. I'm leaving!"

I pushed past her easily. She didn't even try to stop me, but almost laughed as I went past her at full speed. I took the cellar stairs four at a time and slammed into the wall in the hallways. I headed for the door and grabbed the handle. It was locked. I looked for the catch but there wasn't one. In terror then I began yanking and tugging on it, screaming as loud as I could.

"Open this door, bitch! You're fucking crazy! Open this fucking door!"

 

[Mist S]

"Oh, hell no! No fucking way. No way. I'm leaving!"

Oooh this one had spirit to spare! I watched calmly as he went tearing up the steps and actually did snicker as he bounced off the wall in his haste to get out. I turned and followed him slowly, knowing he would be waiting for me when I got there. I heard him hammering on the door and hollering and slowed down even further.

I stood in the front foyer, what some called the entranceway and leaned a shoulder against the wall, watching him dispassionately. I watched as he ranted and raved for a few minutes, then stepped forward. Snaking a hand into the back of his hair, I yanked his head back until his throat was stretched taut. He had to move with the movement of his head unless he wanted to lose a portion of his scalp.

Dragging his head back even further, so my lips brushed his ears, I said, “We are going back downstairs, right now. You aren’t going anywhere, not until I am ready to let you.” I decided his panicked reaction must mean he had put two and two together and I decided to build on it, “If you come back down, I might actually keep my word…I might not kill you. You see, those others decided they didn’t want to play my games, and I had to get rid of them. You don’t want to end up like that do you?”

I knew that this would seem plausible, after all, he knew nothing about me, knew nothing of the circumstances that had led to the other times. If fear got him to where I wanted him, it was all good. As an afterthought, I added, “Oh, and swearing at me, doesn’t work, though I do find it a grammar exercise, so if you must indulge, do add a bit of variety for my amusement hmm?”

 

[BadForm]

I could attack her. She was only a woman, I mean I had more brute strength than her didn't I? I worked out some. I could overpower her and then. Then I could find a key. Her fingers wrapped more tightly in my hair and pulled back more firmly as though she could read the thoughts that were going through my mind. She was only a woman.

Yes.

Only a woman.

Who had killed several men already. Hadn't some of them tried to fight back? Hadn't all of them? Maybe, maybe, maybe if I did what she wanted I'd come out of this alive. That was what she was saying. Of course, her use of the words 'might not' were hardly reassuring. But what choice did I really have? If she'd already taken out ten men, she knew how to fight well. Even if I got the jump on her, I'd have to take her out to have the time to find a key. If I didn't, then I hardly felt she'd be so ready not to go for the kill next time.

"All right, you win." I didn't resist as you guided me back to the stairs and eased me forward. I concetrated on trying to walk down stairs I couldn't see with my head bent back. "You win." I said again. "Just please, don't hurt me."

 

[Mist S]

"All right, you win…You win…Just please, don't hurt me."

I waited, until I had led him back to where this had started, positioning him carefully on an imaginary x on the floor. I reached up with my free hand and tugged on a fine cord, which loosened a knot holding a heavy set of chains and shackles.

It took a bit of maneuvering to get his wrists into the shackles, but I persevered until it was accomplished. It was only then I let go of his hair, allowing him to straighten up once more. Only then, did I give any response to his plea.

“Actually, I do plan to hurt you. Quite a bit probably, but on the plus side, I think you will enjoy it.”

I thoroughly enjoyed his renewed struggles to free himself at that, especially since they were utterly futile. While he was occupied with that, I went to a semi hidden closet, and came back with a box, setting it on the ground about five feet away from him. Reaching inside it, I rummage around, sorting through things, and then hold up an object.

It is a rather long bladed knife, more for show than anything else, but with a small sound of satisfaction, I stand up and approach you again, watching you with assessing eyes. I stop in front, and suggest softly, “It might be a good idea to hold very, very still, because otherwise, this might really hurt.

With that, I began cutting clothes from your body. I have a few sets that will fit you for later, but for now, you just don’t know that.

 

[BadForm]

I wanted to move, to run, to just twist away from the slicing of the knife even. You'd made sure I couldn't do that though. That left only one option, stand stock still. Do not move. Do not give you any excuse to 'accidentally' slip. I couldn't help trembling though, wishing that if it wasn't going away at least it would be over. That, of course, merely gave you the chance you wanted to prepare me for later.

I cried out as the blade knicked my chest, just above my nipple. You were good. I was sure that you'd done serious harm at first but the blood was a mere spot. You told me that things might get even worse if _I_ wasn't more careful and carried on cutting. I let you take my top, barely able to even consider what might happen if I did get out of this nightmare. I didn't think the cops had much good will to guys running round naked.

And then I felt the knife on my thighs, severing the denim of my jeans. It moved up, across. I didn't even hear your words of warning as I felt where the knife was going, I merely obeyed them. If you slipped right then I was done as a man. I waited, stiffling the cries, quelling the shakes, that threatened to overwhelm my self-control. And then you were done.

Bound, naked, like a fly in spider silk, I waited for what would come next. It would be painful, of that I was sure. You'd said as much yourself. I could only pray that your view of pain was less than mine - somehow I felt that it was the other way around. What the hell had I been thinking? A beautiful woman stopped and picked me up for sex? Nothing that good ever happened... to anyone.

 

[Mist S]

You quiver as I cut the shirt from you, I have had enough practice that the tiny nick on your skin is calculated-I know exactly what I am doing. I do however, appreciate the way you freeze as I cut the pants and underwear from you, the slightest unexpected move would cause us both severe problems and I don’t want to unman you.

As soon as I stepped back and set the knife down, I saw the shivers start again. I know that you are terrified of what might come next, probably expecting me to pull out something nasty and beat the hell out of you for fun. Instead, I have something far more diabolical in mind.

I step in front of you and say in a stern voice to catch your rolling eyes, “Look at me!” I wait, until your eyes focus on me and then I begin to strip. Slowly, with grace, each inch of skin exposed is smooth and tanned. It’s one of the benefits of living so secluded-I don’t have to worry about prying eyes as I sunbathe nude.

Naked, I stretch languidly and turn my full attention to you. “You of course see the form in front of you, with firm uplifted breasts, legs that most women would die for, a cleanly shaven snatch that has been rumored to taste as sweet as honey, in other words, almost perfection. And you…a sniveling worm of a man thought that you would be of interest to me? You with that puny shriveled bit of a dickie! Naked in my presence, and not even a hint of a rise to you. Pathetic!” I didn’t actually mean any of this of course, I knew your cock wasn’t hard because of fear-I had felt it and knew it was of ample size when hard. That and you weren’t short in the looks department either, I just was curious as to how you handled a little humiliation-see how good your self esteem was.

Stepping forward, I come within 6 inches of you and see you flinch. Obviously, you were still scared. I lean forward and casually lick the spot of blood from your chest, rolling it in my mouth to assess the taste, to know if I might just want more of that later. I reach down and palm your cock, gently massaging you to coax a response from you. Almost in your ear, I whisper, “What does it look like hard?”