Cabin from the In-Laws
‘No. Go, go. I’ll be fine.’ Rachel said. Her friend Stacy was insisting on walking her home all the way, but she also knew Stacy had to wake up early morning. And besides, what would be the difference? Either Rachel walked home alone the three blocks from the subway station to her apartment, or Stacy walked with her to her apartment and then had to walk back to the subway station alone.
‘I swear, I’ll be fine.’ Rachel said again. Her friend squinted for a moment and then they said goodbye. Rachel waved at her as she saw her running down the stairs and she started walking. It had been a fun night out, she still felt the tingling remnants of alcohol rushing through her cheeks, her mind just a little bit intoxicated still. She smiled. It was a fun night. Just what she needed after she had broken up with her boyfriend. She still felt sad, even though she was the one that decided she didn’t want to go on. He was just way too vanilla. He had been a good partner, he was a good person, she loved him deeply, they just weren’t compatible sexually and it started to affect the rest of the relationship. So a fun distracting night out was very welcome.
The night sky stretched out over the city, a cool breeze stroke past her neck. She put her collar up and started walking a bit faster. She turned the corner and as she was about to cross the street, a car stopped in front of her, moving very slowly and coming to a stand still. Rachel first thought someone was lost and wanted to ask for directions, but the window remained close. She wanted to walk around but a guy stepped out. His face hidden in the shadow of a dark hoody.
‘You lost?’ Rachel asked. There was no response. The guy walked towards her. Rachel sped up her walking, but he kept on following her, she started to run, and she heard his footsteps right behind her. Just as she was about to scream he caught her. His one arm wrapped around her torso, the other was holding a damp rag in front of her face.
Rachel was grasping for fresh air, the sharp chemical fumes frazzled her, they were dizzying, or was that the alcohol still? She pried on his arms, she kicked her feet backwards, she tried to give him a firm headbutt, but none of it made any difference. He was stronger than her, no matter how hard she struggled, he just kept her tight. The smelly rag spreading his fumes into her mouth and nostrils. She was out of breath. She was panting into the rag, inhaling large amounts of the fumes. So dizzy now. Up. Down. Everything was spinning around her. He pulled on her body, he pulled her backwards. She stumbled and tripped. He held her up. A soft voice whispering in her ear.
‘Good girl. Come with me now. Walk with me.’ His warm breath tickled in her neck. He was dragging her along, she stumbled and found solid ground beneath her feet taking a few steps, then tripping again. He pushed her into the car. For a moment the rag disappeared from her face. Fresh air. Hoorah! Fresh air. Rachel panted, sucking in as much of the oxygen as she could. She was pushed into the passenger seat of a car. Gray leather soft and cool against her bare legs. He reached over her and buckled her in.
With the tip of his finger he grazed passed her cheek. ‘That’s a good girl.’ He said. ‘Now just a few more whiffs to finish the job.’ He shook a little bottle up and down and sprinkled some clear liquid drops onto the dirty rag, then he continued to push it into her face. The smell was way stronger now. Chemically and somewhat sweet. Her ears wear ringing, her vision was blurring. She tried to push his arm away but her hand just limply fell back into her lap.
‘A few more breaths, you’re almost there, just a few more.’ He said.
Her eyes were fluttering now, she was unable to keep them open any longer. In the light of the car she thought she recognized his face. Her eyes just fell shut.
For a moment she tried to fight the strong sleepy current that was pulling her under, but the fumes were way to strong.
‘Surrender now, cupcake.’ The voice said tenderly. ‘You know it’s what you want.’
Darkness filled her mind and engulfed her.
Rachel had a terrible headache. It was pounding on the inside of her head. She wanted to push the palm of her hand against her forehead, but her arm couldn’t move. Damn it. She shouldn’t have taken that last margarita yesterday. She was getting to old, her hangovers were getting worse and worse every time. She didn’t even drink that much. She tried to roll over, but again she couldn’t move. There was a pressure around her wrist, a pressure around her ankles. She pulled on her limps, straps were pushing into her skin. What the hell? She groggily tried to open her eyes. The light in the room was blinding, she blinked a few times, then closed her eyes again. She tried to remember what had happened. Sometimes alcohol made her slutty, maybe she had picked-up some kinky dude in the bar that had left her tied up? She frowned and tried to remember, yet somehow she couldn’t. Wait a minute! Actually she remembered walking home with her friend and saying goodbye at the subway station. What had happened after that?
She opened her eyes again. Blinking against the bright lights, her eyes slowly got used to the room around her. The lights weren’t even on, there was just a beam of sunlight falling through the window of the cabin. It was a very familiar cabin, she recognized the picture of the otter on the wall, her parents-in-law had the exact same picture, in the exact same cabin. Well they weren’t her parents-in-law anymore since she had dumped her ex-boyfriend about a week ago, but it was their cabin nonetheless. Even the curtains had the same checkered pattern.
‘Help!’ She yelled. Her voice hoarse, her throat hurt a little. ‘Help! Anyone there?’ She yelled again.
The door swung open and Dave walked in. Dull vanilla Dave. His hair had that morning messiness, his jaw a film of stubble, his eyes blue and boyish, just like the first time she met him. Those were the boyish blue eyes she fell in love with, the eyes that promised adventure but delivered only stability and predictability.
‘Dave?’ She said somewhat relieved to see a familiar face. Confused she pulled on her bounds again. ‘Will you untie me?’
Dave walked up to the bed. He was looming over her and shaking his head.
‘No?’ She asked. ‘Why not? Untie me right this instance.’
‘No.’ Dave said. His voice strangely monotone and confident.
‘What’s going on?’ She asked. ‘What happened?’
‘You can’t remember?’ He asked.
‘No.’ Rachel said. ‘Dave, your acting weird. Just tell me what’s going on.’
A smile crept over his face. He sat down on the edge of the bed. His hand resting on her belly. He started rubbing. First stroking her sweater, then pulling up the fabric and caressing her skin underneath, her belly button. Moving up to her breasts. He cupped her large boob, the palm of his hand pressing into the flesh, his fingertips teasingly stroking around the nipple.
‘What are you doing?’ Rachel asked. ‘We’re broken up, remember. I broke up with you.’
‘I know.’ Dave said.
‘Then what’s going on?’
‘I thought you owed me another chance.’ Dave said. ‘I know. I know about the porn you like to watch. I saw the messages you posted online, saying you longed to have rough sex, you long to act out rough scenario’s but that your boyfriend was just too vanilla, and when those people told you to break up with me, you just did, didn’t you. Well I’m not so vanilla now am I?’ He pinched her nipple, pressing his thumb and index finger together until she squirmed. A pulse of electricity started in her sore nipple and traveled all through her body, although it kept lingering in between her legs, a warm burst of arousal.
‘This is not how that works Dave. Those scenario’s are negotiated in advance.’
‘Shut up.’ He ordered.
A nervous tingle in her tummy. This was indeed what she’d longed for. Automatically she pressed her lips together and stopped talking. Deliberating with herself whether she should keep resisting or if she should just ride it out, go with the flow and see what Dave had in store for her. They had been together for four years, she trusted him, she knew he wouldn’t actually hurt her. Even though her pussy was throbbing she decided she had to put a halt to this madness. He didn’t know what he was doing, he was ill informed. Although he did know how to fondle her nipple quite well. She closed her eyes for a moment and scrabbled her willpower together.
‘Dave.’ She said in a calm tone of voice. ‘You can’t just kidnap me and tie me down.’
‘Why not? It’s what you wanted, isn’t it?’
‘Yes, it is.’ She begrudgingly said. ‘But…’
‘But what? You want to have a safeword? I know how it works. Fine the safeword is ‘saxophone’, but I bet you won’t need it. I’ve found all your porn, all the little movies you’ve watched, the stories you’ve read, the comments you’ve made. I know you. I know exactly what you want.’ Dave pulled a scrap of paper out of his pocket. Therefore letting go of her boob, that was now exposed, the nipple pointing fiercely upwards to the ceiling. As soon as he let go, she wished his fingers were still around her areola.
Dave straightened the piece of paper and started to read. ‘I wish my boyfriend would just kidnap me sometimes, overpower me with chloroform then put me in the trunk of his car and bring me to his parents cabin.’ He looked up from his paper. ‘I’ve skipped the trunk, you were knocked-out anyway and it just seemed easier to put you in the passenger seat.’ He started reading again. ‘His parents have the perfect cabin for a weekend-long rough-play scenario, it’s totally desolate, whenever I’m visiting that cabin I can’t stop fantasizing about all the scenario’s we could do. I wish he would keep me tied down all weekend, taking me, using me however he wants, subduing me with chloroform whenever I get too feisty.’
Rachel remembered posting that message online. It was a late night and Dave had gone to bed early.
‘Dave.’ She said. ‘Dave. Listen to me. That’s just a little fantasy. I’m sorry.’
‘Well today you’re fantasies are coming true, cupcake.’
‘I’m pretty sure real rapists don’t call their victims by their cupcake pet name.’ Rachel said.
Dave slapped her, right in the face. ‘Shut up.’ He yelled again. ‘I decide which pet names I do and don’t want to use.’ He crumpled up the piece of paper and grabbed her boobs again. Squeezing them firmly. Suckling on the nipple, his tongue flicking the little nodule up and down, his teeth softly nibbling and pulling.
His hand slid down passed her tummy and into her pants. Fondling her pussy through the satin of her panties. Her pussy was throbbing, pulsating on the inside. She was still confused. Her body responding involuntarily. Her breathing superficial, she held back a moan, her mind befuddled with arousal. He knew her so well. He knew exactly how to swirl around her clit, how to slip in between her labia and teasingly toy around at the entrance of her vulva. This was indeed her fantasy, she’d imagined a scenario like this over and over again. Tied down and helpless. Still she wasn’t sure if she should allow this to continue. She didn’t want it to stop, she didn’t want to safeword. She wanted to lean into it, she wanted to surrender.
A moan. She pushed her lips together and tried to control herself. She was getting increasingly horny, she couldn’t think straight any more.
Dave was now fiddling with her zipper. Pulling her pants of off her hips, her panties as well. He slid his finger up and down in between the labia, then he entered her. She felt his finger inside, her pussy clenching together. Her hips rocking. Another moan.
He was undressing himself now. She saw his familiar boxershorts, a bulge hiding behind the elastic fabric and a few moments later his cock appeared. Slightly curved to the left, he didn’t have the biggest cock she’d ever seen, but he was quite adequate. Adequate indeed. He grabbed his own dick and showed her the tip. He looked at her inquisitively.
‘Still no safeword?’ He asked teasingly. He crawled on top of her. Pushing her knees apart, his cock resting warm and erect against her pussy, he rubbed it over her labia, procrastinating.
‘Still no safeword, cupcake?’ He asked.
‘You’re doing it wrong.’ She said.
‘Poor little Rachel. Am I raping you all wrong? Am I not supposed to call you cupcake now sweety? Aawh… poor you. If only you had a boyfriend who would just do as he liked and takes what he wants.’ He lifted his own hips and slid his cock inside of her. He started pounding her. Rough and rapidly. He knew what she liked. Within moments she was reduced to a helpless puddle of arousal.
Suddenly she smelled the sweet chemical fumes again. Her pussy clenching together, warm and full. He placed the rag over her face. Her thoughts started swimming, hazed and dazed, pounding pleasure down in her pussy. Overwhelmingly aroused. Barely aware. Her orgasm was building up quickly, shooting up right to the edge, over the edge.
His cock deep inside. Thrusting. She felt his shaft moving in and out. His tip bumping into the walls of her pussy. The rag with chloroform disappeared from her face, a few deep breaths of fresh air. She couldn’t think straight. It was all too overwhelming. He seemed to intentionally keep her on the edge. The edge of consciousness. The edge of orgasm.
Then his cock started throbbing, squirting his seed deep within her pussy. He moaned. The rag clamping firmly over her face. Her arousal exploded. It spread through her body. Her pussy pulsating and clamping onto his cock. Her back arching. The rag still covering her nose and mouth.
‘Go ahead.’ Dave whispered. ‘Surrender now. There’s two more days to come cupcake.’
Her orgasm kept on flowing. One peak after another. Wave after wave after wave. Her mind befuddled, drowsy. Her vision blurring. Her ears ringing. She was about to pass out, but she didn’t care, when she woke up Dave would be there. Ready to use her again and again and again.
‘Thank you,’ she muttered. Her voice slurring. ‘Thannnn…’ Her head slumped to the site and she sank away into deep blissful oblivion.
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