16 comments/ 21023 views/ 13 favorites This is Insane By: sawandsword Marilyn sat in the passenger seat of her live in boyfriend's pickup, dressed only in a mid thigh length dress that buttoned up the front, and a pair of cowboy boots. She sat staring out the side window, at the darkness of the night. Her wrists were tied together, and her bound hands were lying in her lap. An extra three feet of hemp hung from the knot in the rope that bound her wrists together. Two more three foot long pieces of rope lay curled up in the seat between the lovers. Andrew sat behind the wheel, dressed in a black cowboy hat, a black long sleeved button up shirt, Levis, and cowboy boots. He had a dark blue bandana tied around his neck. A sheathed hunting knife hung from his belt. He looked like an old west villain from a nineteen forties movie. Marilyn's thoughts were filled with the conversation she'd had with her lover a few hours earlier. "Darling, I know you love role playing, and bondage, but what you're suggesting is dangerous," Marilyn had told Andrew. Andrew had been trying to talk Marilyn into agreeing to the sexual game for nearly an hour. He was beginning to think she'd never agree to the role play. "Baby, it'll be exciting. It'll give our sex life an extra kick." Andrew gave his girlfriend of three years a pleading look. "But why do you need to tie me down in such a dangerous location? I'll be helpless, and something could go wrong. Couldn't you just tie me to the bed?" Andrew reached out and stroked his lover's upper arm. "I've tied you to the bed lots of times. This will give our sex play a little extra thrill. As for the danger, I'll have a knife handy, in case I need to cut you loose quickly. Come on Baby, it'll be exciting." Marilyn sighed deeply. She couldn't believe Andrew wanted to do something this insane. "What if someone sees us?" "That won't be a problem," he quickly replied. "I picked out a spot that is secluded so that no one will see us. Plus we'll wait until after sunset before we leave." The pretty twenty five year old shook her head. "I don't know. Something could still go wrong." Andrew wrapped his powerful arms around Marilyn's waist and pulled her tightly to his chest. He could feel her voluptuous curves pressing against him. "I really want to play this game with you Darling. I've carefully planned it out. I've checked the schedule, and we won't have anything to worry about. There aren't any trains scheduled to run until after midnight. We will have a little fun with bondage, and role playing. Please Baby, let me tie you to the railroad tracks and make love to you." Marilyn gazed into her lover's eyes. She could see the fire that burned in them. It was the same fire she'd seen the first time she agreed to let him tie her up three years earlier. Marilyn hated to admit it, but their role playing games, and bondage sessions had grown a little stale lately. Perhaps a different location would make their love making more exciting. "I guess we can do a Damsel in Distress role play once. Just as long as there aren't any trains scheduled, and as long as you promise to untie me before the first train is scheduled to leave the rail yard." Andrew gave his lover a sinister smile and kissed her hard. He slid his powerful hands down to her sexy, round bottom. Breaking the kiss, he gazed into her sea green eyes. "I promise you will be off the railroad tracks long before the first train leaves the rail yard." "What should I wear?" Marilyn asked. "Wear that flowered dress that buttons up the front. That way you don't have to get dressed, and undressed. Once I've tied you to the tracks, I can unbutton the top, and lift the hem of your dress up. Then I can have my way with you." Marilyn gave her lover a sly smile. "I've always suspected that there really is an evil villain lurking around inside you somewhere." Andrew squeezed his lover's round bottom. "I've know from the moment I first saw you that there is a Damsel hiding inside you, just waiting to be placed in Distress." Marilyn gave her lover a warning look. "Just make sure you bring condoms. This is absolutely the worst time of the month for us to be having unprotected sex, and if you cum in me, I'll be in an entirely different kind of peril. You know; the kind that requires middle of the night feedings?" "Darling in the last three years, you have almost never let me make love to you without condoms. Of course I'll remember to bring some." Marilyn knew that was true. She also knew that Andrew loved to take risks. Getting knocked up was not a risk she was ready for yet. Andrew had tried on numerous occasions to talk her into having unprotected sex. She had refused him every time but once. Afterward, when her time of the month arrived, she didn't have a period as she usually did. A few days later, Marilyn started feeling sick and nauseas. She was terrified that her momentary lapse in judgment had sealed her fate. Marilyn was convinced that she'd stupidly let Andrew knock her up. The last thing she wanted was a child before Marriage. Fortunately her Doctor told Marilyn that she wasn't pregnant. He diagnosed her symptoms as stress caused by her worrying about getting pregnant. Marilyn saw the moonlight shining on the railroad tracks. The tracks had curved and began running along side the lonely highway. Andrew had chosen his spot well indeed. Marilyn knew that this highway was rarely traveled at night. There were no houses along this stretch of road for at least five miles. The tracks curved away from the highway, and disappeared into the trees about two miles ahead. Andrew drove the two miles until the woods came into view, and the railroad tracks could no longer be seen from the highway. There was a long, gravel driveway up ahead that ended at an abandoned house. The house sat several hundred yards from the highway. No one had lived there for years, and it finally became too dilapidated to be livable. The trees were thick behind the house. Marilyn assumed that the house had sat empty for so many years because no one wanted to live that close to the tracks. Andrew pulled into the gravel driveway. He drove down the long driveway, and parked behind the old house. "Did you bring condoms?" Marilyn asked, breaking the silence. Andrew patted his shirt pocket. He then pointed towards the passenger side window. Marilyn turned her head and spotted the tracks that ran one hundred feet behind the old house. The woods were thick but she could see a section of track through a narrow path that ran through the woods. The moonlight shone on the iron rails. She swallowed a lump that appeared in her throat. She had reluctantly agreed to this game because she was sure she'd be safe. Now, she wasn't so sure. Andrew turned off the motor. He grabbed the rope that lay in the seat, and got out of the truck. He grabbed a flashlight from behind the seat, and turned it on. Marilyn watched her lover walk around the front of the pickup as he approached her door. "This is insane," she muttered to herself as he grasped the door handle. Andrew opened the door wide, and shined the light on his lover. Marilyn could hear the crickets and frogs singing in the night. "Get out," he commanded. There was no kindness in his tone. Marilyn instantly realized that the role play was beginning. "Please, Sir, you mustn't molest me," she pleaded, using her best Southern drawl. "I'm just an innocent virgin who wishes to be left alone and unmolested." Andrew grabbed the rope that hung between her legs and jerked the lovely blonde out of the truck. He grabbed a handful of her dress, just above her breasts and jerked her to him. "You won't be a virgin much longer. I intend to have my way with you." Marilyn gasped in pretended fear. "Please, you mustn't. I'm saving myself for Marriage." Andrew sneered at his lover. "I guess your future Husband will have to settle for a soiled Bride." Marilyn was beginning to enjoy the role play. "Sir, if you attempt to molest me, I will scream. What's more, I will report you to the authorities." Andrew tilted the light so it partially shone on his face. Marilyn's heart skipped a beat when she saw the expression on his face. The man she loved suddenly looked very dangerous. "I guess we'll have to take care of that problem, won't we?" Andrew laid the pieces of rope and the flashlight on the hood of the truck. He then tugged on the bandana that was tied around his neck, pulling it free with a single jerk. He quickly spun it several times, before forcing it into Marilyn's mouth. She felt a shiver of fear run up her spine as her villainous lover tied the makeshift gag in place. Even though this was just a game, she was slightly unsettled by the expression on her boyfriend's face. Andrew looked as if he was taking the game far too seriously. "You can scream all you want, my Dear," Andrew gloated. "That gag will keep your cries from carrying too far." He grabbed the rope, and flashlight that lay on the hood with one hand, and the rope that bound her wrists with the other. He turned and started walking towards the tracks, dragging his helpless Damsel behind him. Marilyn began to wonder if perhaps Andrew was taking their role play a little too seriously. Taking a quick pace he dragged her through the woods. The path had become grown over with weeds over the years. Marilyn could feel the weeds scratching against her shins, between the tops of her boots, and the hem of her dress. She whined in protest, but continued to let Andrew pull her towards the tracks. Andrew stepped up onto the gravel track path, and tugged his Damsel beside him. Andrew dragged Marilyn down the tracks a few feet, and then stopped. He looked the tracks over, and found the spot he'd prepared a few days earlier. He'd made sure the spot he chose couldn't be seen from the road or the back of the house. Small holes had been dug in the gravel beneath the steel rails so he could tie her down. Untying Marilyn's left wrist, Andrew forced her to lie down on the track, with her neck resting on the rail. Marilyn shook her head, and pretended to struggle. She could feel the small rocks beneath her back and buttocks. The pretend villain sat across her chest, preventing her from escaping. He forced her right wrist onto the rail and then ran the rope through the hole he'd made beneath the rail. He pulled the rope over her exposed throat, and grabbed her left arm. He held her wrist in place, and began securing her to the rail. Soon her wrists were tied down on either side of her head. The rope across her throat was tight, but not so tight that she couldn't breath. Marilyn felt her heart pounding in her chest. She was quickly becoming terrified, and excited at the same time. She knew her lover would never hurt her, but the fact that he was tying her to an active rail line was causing her to experience new emotions. "Since you intend to tell the authorities about me, I guess I will just have to ravage you, and then leave you here for the train." "No," Marilyn screamed into the gag. Her nether region began to throb with excitement as Andrew secured her to the tracks. Being tied to an active rail line was definitely having an effect on the helpless woman. She began to understand why so many people loved a good Damsel in Distress story. Being helpless and in possible danger was an intoxicating sensation. After making sure she couldn't get her hands free, Andrew got off Marilyn's waist and stood up. He took hold of her left foot, removed the boot, and tossed it a few feet off the tracks. He then stripped her right boot off, and tossed it beside the other boot. Continuing the role play, Marilyn half heartedly kicked at her lover in an attempt to keep him at bay. Each kick caused her dress to ride higher on her legs. Her neatly trimmed mound was almost on display for her lover. Andrew's eyes burned with lust as he took in the sight of his helpless girlfriend's creamy white thighs. His manhood quickly swelled and became rock hard. He reached out and grabbed Marilyn's right foot as she kicked at him. Pulling her leg wide, he slipped a rope around her dainty ankle. Marilyn continued to struggle against her pretend captor. He quickly tied her ankle to the steel rail. Marilyn began to breathe hard as her feelings of helplessness and vulnerability continued to grow. Her arousal began to increase. Andrew grabbed Marilyn's flailing left foot, and held her ankle to the rail. He expertly tied her down; leaving her legs spread wide open. Even though she is a tall woman, the width of the rails forced her legs to extend to their fullest length in order for her ankles to rest on the steel rails. The rope that held her throat to the rail tightened a little more. Marilyn felt even more uncomfortable. She could still breathe, but the rope across her throat caused her discomfort to intensify. Her sexual need became even more intense. She began squirming against her bonds. Her movements caused the hem of her dress to climb higher until her neatly trimmed vaginal lips came into view. Andrew felt his cock throbbing inside his jeans as he stared lustfully at his lover's exposed vagina. "I'm going to have a lot of fun with you sweetheart," he gloated, using his best villainous tone. "First I'm going to take your virginity. Then I'm going to let the next train have what's left." Marilyn whimpered into the gag. Her excitement and fear increased more and more with each passing moment. She was glad that Andrew had talked her into the role play. The helpless beauty knew that this would be their most intense sexual game ever. Andrew then did something unexpected. He knelt over her hips, and then drew the hunting knife from its sheath. Marilyn couldn't understand why he unsheathed the knife. Andrew raised the knife over his head, and brought it down fast and hard. Marilyn's eyes grew wide with terror, and she screamed into the gag as the blade swung downward. To her relief, the weapon wasn't aimed at her. Andrew shoved the blade of the knife into the gravel next to her helpless body. The handle of the weapon was less than an inch from her body. He then unbuttoned her dress down to her navel. Marilyn's ample breasts became exposed as the material fell to the sides. She moaned as her lover caressed her nipples with his fingertips. Andrew stroked his lover's breasts for several minutes, making her squirm with excitement. Leaning over, he flicked her left nipple with his tongue. Marilyn whimpered into the gag. She tried to lift her head, but the rope across her neck prevented her from moving very much. She could lift her head a little, but not very much without being choked by the rope. Andrew then stood up and stepped to the rail next to her bound left ankle. He sat down on the rail next to her left foot, took off his boots, and dropped them next to hers. Watching his lover the entire time, he stood, and unbuckled his belt. Andrew unbuttoned his jeans, and let them drop around his ankles. His throbbing cock waved in the air before him. Marilyn moaned in pretended dread, but her eyes never left her lover's manhood. She lifted her head a little to get a better view, and instantly felt the rope's tension increase across her throat. Her lover had definitely thought this plan out very carefully. He had made sure that her fear, combined with her feelings of helplessness, and sexual excitement would send her emotions into a tailspin. Marilyn however, was unaware that Andrew had not told her the entire plan. She was completely unaware that he had far more perilous ideas for their little role play. Andrew stepped out of his jeans, and laid them on top of his boots. He took off his cowboy hat and dropped it on top of his jeans. Andrew then stepped between his lover's spread legs, and knelt on the ground. He then pressed the light button on his digital watch. A smile of satisfaction crossed his lips. "Not long now," he said. Marilyn stared up at her lover, not understanding the meaning of his statement. Andrew gazed down at his bound and helpless Damsel. Stepping out of character, he said, "Darling, I think there is something you should know. When I said there were no trains scheduled until after midnight, I lied. There is a train leaving the rail yard right about now." Marilyn gazed up at her lover, and saw the truth in his face. She realized that he had indeed lied to her. She was tied to the tracks, and a train would be along soon. She whimpered fearfully into the gag, and began to struggle against her bonds. Tugging at her wrists caused the rope at her throat to tighten even more. She stopped tugging her wrists, and stared up at her lover. Marilyn couldn't understand why Andrew was doing this to her. Marilyn loved role playing, but this was taking their sex play too far. "Sweetheart, you have approximately twenty minutes to please me. After twenty minutes, there is no guarantee what might happen. If you haven't made me cum by then, I might just have to leave you here." Marilyn violently shook her head from side to side, ignoring the rope that rubbed her throat. She couldn't believe that the man she'd been with for three years was doing this to her. Surely he wouldn't leave her in the path of the train. Andrew leaned over his helpless Damsel and took her left nipple in his mouth. He began sucking hard on her nipple. Marilyn moaned in fear as the now true villain nibbled and sucked on her exposed breast. She realized that he was going to use her for his ultimate sexual gratification. He might untie her afterward, but the lovely blonde couldn't be sure of that. She'd never seen this side of her lover before, and it frightened her. Andrew sucked on her nipple hard. Marilyn tried to pull her breast away from him, but she was tied down too well to be able to move much. The villain then bit down hard on her nipple. Marilyn's eyes grew wide as pain shot through her sensitive nipple, and her pelvis thrust involuntarily upward. She felt her clit press against the underside of his rock hard shaft. Andrew continued nibbling on her nipple until it became red and sore. He then moved to the other breast. Marilyn continued to struggle against her bonds. The rope across her throat tightened and loosened as she tugged at her bonds. Part of her desperately hoped that he was just teasing her, and this was just part of the game. Part of her knew in her heart that he was telling the truth when he said the train would be here in twenty minutes. Marilyn hoped he would cut her free before it was too late, but at that moment the only thing she was sure of was the fear that was growing deep inside of her. Truth or lie, Marilyn knew she was in for twenty minutes of stark terror. Ignoring the rope yet again, she turned her head and looked down the tracks. All she saw was the moonlight bouncing off the steel rails. Looking up, she saw the full moon overhead. She began to ask herself if this would be her last full moon. Andrew continued sucking and nibbling on his Damsel's nipple. He loved the way she tasted. He could feel her heart pounding against his closed lips. Her fear drove his hunger to new heights. Marilyn whimpered into the gag as the villain bit into her tender flesh yet again. He suddenly lifted his lips from her swollen and tender nipple. He gazed at her frightened features. "On a clear night like tonight, the train's whistle can be heard from the next crossing. The crossing is a little over five miles away. And Darling, I won't start fucking you until I hear the whistle." Marilyn moaned in fear at the realization that once he began fucking her, she had about five minutes to make Andrew cum before the train arrived. Marilyn knew her lover had great stamina when he used a condom, and could last as long as twenty minutes. Then the thought that he might not hear the whistle sank in. This is Insane Marilyn might still be on the track when the train's light came into view. Even if she heard the train's whistle, she couldn't warn him because of the gag in her mouth. Andrew scooted down her body until his face was directly over her blonde mound. He leaned close and inhaled her fragrance. Marilyn whimpered into the bandana. She knew how good her lover was with his tongue. He had driven her to heights of sexual pleasure in the past that had caused her to lose consciousness. But she had no idea how he could possibly bring her to orgasm when all she could think about was the train that would be here soon. He gently slid the tip of his nose along the edges of her vaginal lips. To Marilyn's amazement her pussy involuntarily tightened as a jolt of sexual electricity shot through her loins. Andrew gazed up at his bound Damsel as he slipped his tongue out of his mouth, and slid it through the folds of her womanhood. He flicked her clit, causing her to jerk against her bonds. Her movement caused the rope across her throat to tighten for a second. Marilyn's confusion grew more intense as her body responded to the torturous tongue. She couldn't understand how she could feel so much fear, and at the same time be sexually excited. Andrew began to slowly, and gently torture his Damsel with his tongue. With each stroke of the Villain's tongue across her clit, the bound beauty violently jerked against her bonds. The rope at her throat tightened and loosened with each jerk, forcing her to time her breaths so she wouldn't choke to death. Marilyn whimpered into the cloth gag as her body responded to Andrew's merciless tongue. She began to grind her hips against the gravel beneath her. Marilyn was grateful that the hem of her dress still covered her buttocks, or the small stones would tear at her flesh. Andrew tortured his Damsel mercilessly, reveling in her fear and sexual excitement. His cock throbbed with an overpowering need to be buried in her helpless body. It took all of his willpower to resist fucking her until he heard the train's whistle. Marilyn felt her orgasm begin to build. She knew it wouldn't be long before she started to cum. Her tied down body throbbed with the need for sexual release. Andrew slid his powerful hands over Marilyn's spread thighs. He squeezed the flesh of her legs, causing the blonde beauty to moan involuntarily. Marilyn felt her need to cum intensify. Another few seconds and she would explode in an earth shattering orgasm. At that moment the bound beauty heard the faint sound of the train's whistle. Her eyes grew wide with terror, and her entire body grew rigid. The train was indeed coming. She lifted her head as best she could, and stared at the villain with pleading eyes. She whimpered into the gag. Andrew lifted his mouth from her throbbing vaginal lips and leered at his helpless Damsel. He slid up between her sexy thighs, and along her lovely body until his face was directly above hers. He forced her legs farther apart, causing her bonds to tighten. Marilyn felt the rope tighten across her throat. She could still breathe, but just barely. Andrew had tied the rope perfectly, giving her room to breathe, while making her feel completely helpless, and uncomfortable. Marilyn's body responded perfectly to the multiple sensations. Her sexual desires as well as the fear she felt were at their peak. The tip of his cock head slipped between the folds of her labia, and pressed against the entrance to her vagina. Marilyn stared fearfully at the man who had placed her in terrible danger for the sake of role playing. She knew he wasn't wearing a condom. He smiled at his lovely prisoner. Andrew then reached into his shirt pocket and produced a condom. Gazing at his beautiful Damsel in Distress, he asked, "Shall I put on the condom? If I fuck you with a condom there is no guarantee that I'll cum before the train gets here. Then again, if I fuck you bareback, and cum in you, there's a good chance that you'll end up with a baby in your belly." Marilyn stared up at the man she has been with for the last three years. She couldn't believe he was giving her the choice of being fucked without protection, and possibly being impregnated, or being run over by an oncoming train. "What'll it be Darling? Shall we go at this without the condom? Remember, the clock is ticking." Marilyn wasn't sure if Andrew was just pretending or if he'd really let her be run over if he didn't cum in time. Surely this was just a part of the game. She knew the chances of her becoming pregnant were good, but the possibility that he might leave her tied to the tracks was just as good. Marilyn saw her boyfriend's true nature for the first time that night. He was indeed a Villain at heart. And Marilyn was his personal little Damsel in Distress. Andrew's smile was sinister. "Do you want me to throw the condom away?" Marilyn reluctantly nodded her head yes, giving Andrew permission to fuck her without the condom. Gloating down at his lovely Damsel, Andrew tossed the condom aside, as he sank his bare cock into her unprotected body. Marilyn whined into the gag as her lover sank his dick deep into her unprotected body. She knew her peril had doubled. She was in danger of being run over by a massive locomotive. She was also in danger of becoming a Mother. Andrew's man meat sank into her body until his balls came to rest against her butt cheeks. He groaned in satisfaction as he settled deep in her loins. Marilyn cursed the fact that other forms of birth control had either made her sick or feel uncomfortable. The only form of birth control she could tolerate was condoms. Now Andrew lay on top of his bound beauty, with his uncovered dick buried deep in her fertile womb. He began to slide out of her body until only the head was still inside. He then thrust back into her, causing the rope around her neck to tighten momentarily. He began to pound into his lovely Damsel again and again. Marilyn's body once again began to respond to the hard fucking she was getting. Her heart was pounding in terror, but her loins were throbbing with a strange new sexual excitement. The tightening and loosening of the rope around her throat made her feel light headed, and very giddy. She'd never been this turned on in the past. Yet for some reason the knowledge that she was in peril, and being fucked with an uncovered cock drove her sexual hormones into overload. She began to raise her hips upward with each thrust of his cock. She didn't give a damn about the rope that kept choking her or the train that was barreling down on her. The only thing she wanted was to cum. Andrew's lust boiled over as he pounded Marilyn mercilessly. He'd been planning this night for several months. He'd spent hours walking up and down the tracks, looking for the perfect spot to tie her up. He checked to see what nights would have a full moon. He wanted to see his lover's terror and excitement as he fucked her. He wanted to feel her heart pounding in her chest as the train moved closer and closer to them. He was not disappointed. Marilyn jerked against the ropes that held her wrists, neck, and ankles to the rails. She cried, moaned, and whimpered into the gag. Her sexual tension grew stronger with each thrust of Andrew's cock. Although she knew that she might become pregnant, or worse, die on this night, the need to be fucked was stronger than ever. Andrew began ramming his hardened rod into his Damsel's sex. He pounded her again and again and again. Over and over he savagely thrust his manhood into her helpless body. Marilyn began to tremble with lust. Her breathing became ragged, and she came close to hyperventilating. She moaned over and over as Andrew continued to pound her mercilessly. As Andrew continued to fuck her helpless body, Marilyn felt a slight vibration along the rails that her neck, wrists, and ankles rested on. Her fear grew stronger as she realized that the vibration meant the train was getting closer. She gazed up at her lover. Her eyes once again filled with a pleading expression. "Make me cum Darling, and I'll cut the ropes," Andrew replied with a sinister leer. Marilyn increased her upward thrusts, and tried hard to tighten her pussy muscles in an effort to make her lover cum in her unprotected womb. Her trembling grew stronger as the vibrations grew more powerful. The train was much closer. The vibration soon turned into a rumbling that Marilyn could feel beneath her neck, back, buttocks, and ankles. Marilyn could hear the train's engine getting closer. Looking to her left, she saw the head light in the distance. Andrew picked up his pace. He began to slam into his Damsel's bound body. His dick was like the piston of a car engine. Marilyn whimpered in fear and lust. She craved sexual release as much as she craved to be cut loose. She wanted her Villain's baby making sperm to explode deep in her fertile womb. She wanted to carry their baby inside her body for the next nine months. Marilyn wanted the two am. Feedings, and diaper changes. Marilyn wanted her lover to knock her up. The crazy part was she also wanted the danger of being in the path of the oncoming train. The feel of the locomotive's vibration coursing through her helpless body, sent the tied up beauty into a sexual frenzy. Marilyn began to growl like a caged animal. She lifted her hips so high; it strained every muscle in her body. The rope across her throat tightened to the point that she could just barely breathe. Andrew felt his own need to cum begin to build from deep within. He knew he wouldn't last much longer. He slammed into his lover with all his might. He pounded her body until he felt like he was going to break her in half. Their orgasms were both violent, and sudden. Marilyn let out a high pitched scream as her nether region shot a wave sexual energy through her. She nearly bit the bandana in half. Her face turned blood red from the lack of oxygen. Andrew roared as his life giving sperm erupted from his balls and filled Marilyn's ovulating womb. The train was less than a half mile away. Marilyn's heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was about to come out of her chest. The lovers writhed and jerked in orgasmic delight as the huge locomotive continued to bear down on them. As Andrew shot the last of his sperm deep in his lover's willing body, he grabbed the knife and cut the ropes holding her wrists. Marilyn audibly gasped as she sucked in the much needed oxygen. He then withdrew his cock from her body, stood up, and quickly knelt next to her still bound ankles. Marilyn watched the train move closer and closer. Her body was still exploding with orgasmic release. Cutting the ropes that held her ankles; Andrew tossed the knife onto his pants, and grabbed his lover up in his powerful arms. He stepped off the tracks mere seconds before the train roared past. Marilyn's orgasm had been so powerful that she had become as weak as a new born baby. All she could do was clutch at her lover, and jerk uncontrollably with each new sexual spasm. Andrew sat down on the rocks beside the tracks, and watched the train pass by. Marilyn's gaze also fell on the passing train. They watched as one hundred six cars passed them. They sat quietly and watched the monster until it finally disappeared around the far bend. Andrew untied the gag and pulled it from her mouth. Marilyn then turned her gaze to her lover. She smiled up at him. A red bruise ran across the width of her throat. He smiled back. "I love you Baby." "You'd better love me. Because I suspect you just made me pregnant." "That was the plan. I want to make you pregnant. I want to make you my wife. That is if you will marry me?" She leaned up and kissed her future Husband on the lips. "Yes, I will marry you. I will marry you, and be the Mother of your children." Looking back at the tracks, she asked, "Are you planning to tie me to the tracks again sometime?" He gave her a sinister smile. "First we will wait to see if you are indeed pregnant. Then we will have a different type of game. I happen to know that an active sawmill is not very far from here. They close the place up at night, but a buddy of mine has a key." Marilyn gave her fiancé a look of fear and excitement. "Please, Sir, tell me you're not planning to saw me in half with a nasty old buzz-saw?" Andrew gripped Marilyn tightly, and gave her a sinister laugh. "Yes my Dear, I'm going to tie you to a very large log and turn on the conveyor. Then I will ravage your helpless body as you move closer and closer to the buzz-saw."