3 comments/ 19664 views/ 2 favorites Out of the Frying Pan Ch. 01 By: Bethyboo Alone on a dark and moonless night, driving, no destination in mind. Just felt the urge to get out of the house...away from the constant jangling of the telephone, the monotonous drone of artificial life that spews from the television. Be on my own...no one to answer to, no responsibilities, for one night anyway. The feel of the wind as it moves my hair...squirming on my seat...letting my mind wander, seeing the glint on the road but not realizing until its too late....nails and lots of them. Realization dawning at the same moment as I hear the all too familiar thump flap, thump flap of the tire. Sighing, I pull to the side of the road, and turn the engine off...mentally running through how to change a flat...and grimacing slightly as I look at my clothes. I had slipped out of warm jammies to hastily pull on a skirt and tank top....sandals....that's it....oh dear. Deciding that changing the tire myself is probably not an option....turning on the dome light to get my cell from my purse....an image of my purse on the kitchen counter..."Damn it"...muttering a string of curse words to myself.... Sitting in the dark, and noticing just how dark it really is, slight breeze, no stars or moon and as my eyes adjust, I can just barely make out the tree line. Guess it's time to bite the proverbial bullet and change the tire myself. Popping the trunk, turning on my hazards and grabbing the flashlight. Climbing out and noticing the chill in the air...stupid woman...you had flannel jammies on at home and come out dressed like an exotic dancer on her way to work. Nope...dancer would have at least been wearing a thong, someplace to have men stash their $5 bills. Smiling to myself, have to laugh or I'll cry and it is a problem of my own making. I close the door, walk to the rear of the car and lift the trunk open, flip the switch on the flashlight and nothing...give it a few good bangs against the palm of my hand to see a faint glimmer, before it quickly fades to dark. Biting my bottom lip to keep from crying, tossing the flashlight as far into the woods as possible, a childish act, but one that gives me a slight feeling of control. I rummage in the trunk in the dim glow of the recessed light to find the handle and lift it up. Leaning far into the trunk, one foot completely clear of the ground I finally find the tire iron. Brandishing it like a weapon I approach the flat tire....road side of course and remove the hubcap. After half an hour I finally have all the lug nuts freed, leaving two in place I grab the jack and put it under the car...scraping my knees in the process, I can feel the blood trickling down my legs. Standing up, stretching and reaching for the spare...changing the flat for the spare takes less time then removing lug nuts....smiling as the last nut twists on. A slight but steady rain starts to fall just as I lower the car and put everything haphazardly into the trunk. Looking down at myself and laughing out loud. What a sight I am, hair must be a mess, plastered to my head by the rain, both knees bloodied, skirt rumpled, spotted with road dirt and hands...never mind...too much to contemplate. But feeling a sense of accomplishment as well. Wiping a hand across my brow to stop the water falling into my eyes, I walk around to the passenger side of the car...and to my dismay find that the passenger side front tire is also flat. Tears start falling from my eyes, frustration biting inside of me, gnawing and a feeling of utter despair. Leaning on the trunk of my car...I let loose with big wracking sobs, pounding the cold wet metal until my fists are battered and bruised. Sobbing til I can barely catch my breath, weak and worn out, I see lights...saved...car lights...on this road at this time of night, nothing short of miraculous. Quickly running my fingers through my hair...wiping both hands on my tear streaked face...I stand shivering, waiting for the car to arrive. Putting on a smile...probably looking more like a grimace, I wave to the car....they will stop...they have to! I watch in dismay as it drives on past, not even slowing. Feeling the tears welling in my eyes again, I drop my head. Staring incredulously at the quickly disappearing tail lights. What kind of a monster would pass a woman alone on a dark rainy night, obviously in need? Only a monster would pass up such a pitiable sight as me.....images of crazed maniacs fleetingly run through my tired mind...and then oh Yes!.....brake lights....just as the car pulls out of sight, around the curve in the road. My heart hammers, as I wait...not even realizing that I am holding my breath til my chest hurts...letting a lungful of air whoosh out with an audible groan. Filling my lungs with fresh air, I see headlights returning. Leaning wearily on the trunk of the car...I smile...ready to kiss the feet of my rescuer. The car pulls up twenty feet behind mine...and sits there....no movement from within...cant see past the glare of the headlights, icy fingers of fear scrape frosty nails down my back. Giving myself both a mental and physical shake I straighten up and give a tentative wave...knowing that I am highly visible. I look down and realize that my short skirt has ridden higher and is tightly plastered to my upper thighs, held in place by the sweat of my labours and the rain. Tank top is singing tight, and my nipples chilled by the cold rain and tightened by fear are standing erect. Even at this distance, knowing they must be visible, I cross my arms on my breasts, pushing my nipples down with the force of my arms. My skirt....dropping one arm to tug down first the left and then the right side...returning my arm to cover my breast. Shaking sets in...what a sight I must be...probably some old man....scared to death....calling 911. Leaning forward I start to walk towards the car....and at that same instant, the car moves towards me...the sound of tires crunching on gravel so loud....almost deafening in the still night. The patter of rain drowned out by the approaching car. It is a dark coloured sedan....4 door...slung low....an import...and the slow even hum of the engine...means an expensive import. Still 10 feet away the car sits...motor idling lazily...I tilt my head...and try to peer past the lights...as they suddenly turn off..leaving me completely blinded...I am plunged into the darkness of the moonless night. I can hear the car door open but cannot see anything at all...and before I realize it...there is a hand on my arm. A scream pierces the silence of the night...shocked I realize that is coming from me. A voice purrs in my ear, the deep masculine drone of someone who is used to being obeyed, "Stop that incessant howl please, Miss. You will wake the dead and we shall have ghosts and goblins for company." A low chuckle accompanies the order and I quiet, my eyes starting to adjust to the near complete darkness. I look at the man who is still holding tight to my arm as if I may run away if he lets go...and he is probably right! The first thing that I notice is his height, towering at least 10 inches above my 5'4" frame. And the scent that emanates from him...is familiar, yet I can't quite place it. Dark hair crowns what appears to be a handsome face...although even in the dark I can tell that the smile on his lips does not quite reach his eyes. There is a darkness, a hint of danger, this man exudes power...only total control will make him happy...and he is in his element...I am totally at his mercy. Through controlled lips, his voice filled with authority he tells me that he has already called road side assistance and that they have estimated their arrival at just before 6 am. I stare back wide eyed....that is hours away yet, and I feel the tears forming in my eyes, my bottom lip starts its telltale quiver...sobs are imminent, and I just know that weakness is not a good thing to let this man see. Choking back the sob that forms a hard lump in my throat, I square my shoulders, tug my arm from his grip and thank him for stopping and calling for help. Turning on my heel, in preparation to slip into my car and cry until assistance arrives, my foot catches on a loose chunk of gravel knocking me off balance. With one swift step and an arm well placed he catches me before I hit the ground. A smile, but not a smile forms on his lips as he swoops me up and carries me to his car...placing my firmly on the ground, holding tight to my arm. He opens the passenger door and gently but firmly guides me onto the seat. Too weak to resist, I slump into the leather seat...letting the warmth of the interior seep into my chilled flesh. Leaning back I close my eyes...trembling not sure if it's because I am cold....or afraid. I hear him slide into the drivers seat and close his door. He reaches across me to fasten my safety belt...his arm brushing across firm and sensitive nipples....and I hear a sharp intake of breath. Taking a deep breath I thank him for coming to my rescue not once but twice...forcing a faint smile to my lips. Again that low chuckle, as he tells me that I am a little premature in thanking him...the night is but young. The engine roars to life and idles to a purr, as he steps on the accelerator moving us swiftly through the moonless night. ...More to come.. Out of the Frying Pan Ch. 02 The car slices the air, almost silently, the warmed leather seat hugging my body. I glance sideways to get a better view of my rescuer. The dim dash lights do not provide any more detail to his features than did the dark night along the roadside. Trying not to stare but unable to tear my eyes away...his hand reaches out to trace my jawline. It travels downwards to the neckline of my tank top. His finger lazily moving back and forth on my exposed flesh...his eyes never leaving the road ahead. I am shivering, less from the cold now, as the finger dips lower, pulling my tank down in a sharp V, isolating each breast to its own side. His pull is so hard that it starts to hurt the back of my neck...so I pull away... A voice through clenched teeth commands me not to move. My voice shaking, I manage to tell him, "Stop touching me! You rescued me, that does not mean you own me and can do what you want with me!" I hear the screeching of tires on pavement, wet pavement, and the heavy sedan moves sideways briefly before the skillful hands of the driver correct and bring it under control. The force of the braking throws my body forward, the seat belt digging in across my shoulder...I cry out in pain...I reach to brace myself, both hands held straight out in front of me. Once again I hear the crunch of tires on gravel. At the the same time the car comes to stop on the shoulder, a hand reaches forward to seize both of mine in his powerful grip. Tears come to my eyes as he squeezes. As the car comes to a full stop he moves rapidly. Seemingly in one motion my seat is reclined and he is fully on top of me, his one hand pinning both of mine between the crushing closeness of our bodies. His free hand works its way between my legs, to force its way between my delicate nether lips: mauling, damaging, and bruising tender dry flesh. His mouth descends on mine, swallowing the scream. His tongue pushes its way into my mouth, hard and brutal. My lips begin to swell and my heart pounds so hard that it is the only thing I can hear. As his teeth find my bottom lip the pain sears through me. Closing my eyes I drift into unconsciousness, a blissful denial of what is happening drapes over me like a dropped curtain in the final act. Opening my eyes, the first thing I notice is the absence of light; complete darkness envelopes me. All I hear is a perfect silence. As memory returns, I gasp, and try to move.... Panic wells up in my throat; I was in the car with my supposed rescuer and I had angered him. Not able to see, and with no sound other than the sobs which come quickly to my lips, I spill out and into the room, if that is what this place is. Twisting my body, I seem to be standing, my arms hoisted above my head and held in place. I try to move my feet, but they too are held in place. I can feel cold steel on my ankles, my feet spread about shoulder width apart. As I twist and turn my body something hard and cold brushes the parted folds of my pussy lips. I pose a tentative question, barely above a whisper, "Hello?" To which I receive complete and utter silence. Tugging hard at my arms, I rub my hands together and feel how complete the binds are that hold me in place. The hot tears that spill down over my cheeks turn cold as they find their way to my breasts. Cold rivulets of tears on my breast...something cold and hard against my crotch...realization dawns slowly. I am naked and trussed up. A scream erupts from my mouth; it bubbles up from deep in my gut and reverberates off the walls. My throat is hoarse from screaming and my limbs strained and bruised where the cold cruel metal bites in. Finally, I slump my head forward defeated, wracked by sobs. I dream, a nightmare from which I try desperately to awake. I can hear the sound of breathing in my ear, can feel something brushing along my inner thigh. I open my eyes and lift my head, tortured limbs aching. I look straight into the eyes of the man from the car...assuming that it is the same man. I pray that there are not two of them. I open my mouth to beg him to let me go...but nothing comes out. Just a horrified gasp. My eyes wide as I stare directly into the black pools of liquid ink that masquerade as his eyes. My mouth still gapes open but no sound escapes over my dry, cracked, and trembling lips. Hot tears begin once again spilling over my cheeks. A hand brushes lightly, almost gently along my inner thigh. Can this touch be from the cold-eyed brute in front of me? Not able to tear my gaze from the eyes of my torturer, my thigh muscles ripple as the touch continues upwards. His face leans forward 'til it is so close that I lose focus; I can't keep track of the cold eyes. His tongue snakes out to taste my tears. He groans, lapping the salty droplets from my face, following the trail with his tonuge. His breath is hot on my cheek, my neck, and on my breast. His tongue tracks ever closer to my right nipple; I am appalled that it has started to harden. I close my eyes, not able to watch...and feel his lips encase my nipple: suckling, teasing with his tongue, wringing a sob from my wretched lips. My sob seems to make him pause. His mouth stops, his tongue ceases to torment. I draw in a ragged breath and hold it...waiting to see if this is it. Maybe my sob has made it through to some shred of humanity inside this loathsome creature. The only sound in the room is that of my pounding heart. It beats a staccato rhythm, so loud that it drowns out all other sounds. My breath explodes from between clenched teeth, releasing a scream that reverberates of the walls. A scream surely not mine; this is the scream of a wounded animal, all guttural and primal...the scream of a tortured and dying animal. But it is my own. My eyes roll to the back of my head as I pray for unconsciousness; possibly death itself would be preferable. His teeth sink into my nipple, my tender nipple...the nipple that so recently was suckled so gently, now feeling like it is being bitten off. The scream is my own; it still rings around me. As he tears at my nipple, I can feel his hand working against my thighs, close to my quivering mound. The cold metal that just brushed my lips earlier is driven deep into my pussy, my traitorous body well-lubed for the assault. So deep inside does it thrust that it pushes me up to my tiptoes. I strain swaying back and forth with the force of this man's head as his teeth scissor my swollen nipple. I can hear a metal clank and the sound of a ratchet, the teeth moving...my arms pulled up tight... I am now fully impaled, and feel a trickle of blood coursing over my breast, hot and thick. The cold metal rod inserted inside me heats up with the fevered state of my body. I watch horrified as he steps away from me, trailing a set of electrical wires. Casting my eyes downward I see that they are coming from between my legs, and another set from my feet. Oh, my God! What other horrors must I endure?? I am too afraid to move, as my vaginal muscles convulse around the thick metal phallus in my pussy. Swaying slightly as I strain to see my feet, I can feel bands wrapped around the midline of each foot. I look back up; my torturer seems busy at a desk. Soft light spills from the computer screen, his form a dark patch against the monitor. I try to see what is on the screen. I am concentrating so hard that at first I don't realize that he is reaching for something...until he turns to me with his hands full of wires and objects. I can sense a smile on his lips, but not one of compassion. It is more a smile of joy, of deep pleasure. He looks at me and whispers, "It will all be better soon. You will be begging me not to stop." He comes near enough for me to smell him, to feel his breath on my neck as he reaches to place metal circles on my nipples. "This may sting just a little." I see the long needles as he swiftly pierces through each nipple, preventing the rings from slipping off. My head lolls on my shoulder, my breathing laboured. The scream that was intended is a strangled moan, my body bucking and writhing on the phallic warm metal as it works ever deeper. A low chuckle forces me to look up. He is staring at me, his voice low and soft, "Wait until the juice begins to flow." He lets go of the wires and I can feel the tug of my nipples as the rings slip forward to rest on the piercing needles. "Two more, and we will start the show." He kneels down in front of me, my parted thighs and gaping pussy lips exposed before him. He passes a chain just under my twin ass cheeks and clips each end to swollen pussy lips, pulling them cruelly apart, exposing my soft and wet inner treasures. Unexpectedly he lets loose with a deep resonating laugh and it echoes around the room. Instead of easing my mind it brings a renewed sense of horror to my helpless body. He reaches forward and seizes the lone barbell that pierces my clit hood and gives it a tug making me gasp. He stands and brings his lips to mine. "Not quite what I was expecting to find, but such a lovely treat,' he mumbles against my lips. He flicks his tongue, forcing them apart; he seals his lips to mine and sucks the very air from my lungs, my eyes showing fear when I cant breathe. Then he steps back and returns to his desk. I can hear doors opening and closing, drawers sliding, and his deep voice humming as he rummages. Then, a zap at my nipple...it rocks my body with its intensity. My eyes widen as I scream, but it is over as quick as it began, leaving me to wonder if I imagined it. He rises and approaches me. Smiling, he attaches a metal clip to my barbell. He explains, "That was set at two on a scale of 1 to 10. One gives a mild buzz...10 is akin to a cattle prod. We will start low, let you build a tolerance for it. I won't stop zapping you until you cum...until you soak my floor in your juices. And then, I will set it to give random zaps at random locations while I go and prepare your room for you. Are you ready?" Finding my voice at last, I plead one last time for my release. I beg as my eyes fill, tears spilling once more. My torturer just laughs. "I have prepared you for my pleasure, and yours. One last item before we begin." Disappearing from view, I feel his hands on my shoulders: soft caresses, trailing a path to the upper curve of my buttocks. The fingers just recently so gentle, now gripping tight to my ass cheeks...bruising them with cruel fingers as he pushes a cold, metal butt plug deep into my ass. I scream and beg, twisting my body, pushing with my sphincter muscle to expel the foreign object. He attaches it to a pole and angles it to the wall, clipping the other end in place. Trailing the new wires he approaches his desk. Almost completely immobile, I gasp and pant. My throat is raw and dry; my chest heaves as my nipples tingle. It is a light tingle, almost imperceptible...almost pleasant. The bottoms of my feet tickle as I wriggle on my toes. My clit buzzes softly, my ass and vagina quivering. The sensations are surprisingly pleasurable. I lift my head and see him watching me, a remote control in hand. "I see I have your attention. I intend to keep your attention. This is an interactive game: you must answer me each time I ask, and your answers must be truthful. Is that understood?" ...More to come...