Road Hazard

I've been a GM dealer technician for over fifteen years, so I figured I could help her out. "What seems to be the problem", I asked. She looked at me hesitantly, as if I would bite when she responded. "I don't know, the engine just stopped running." I looked closely at her. She was in her late twenties, with gorgeous blonde hair and a perfect figure in a tailored business suit. If that wasn't enough, when she spoke she had a voice that made me melt, except there was one part of me that was definitely not melting. I knew right then and there that I would help this woman if I had to pick this truck up and carry it on my back off the highway. I told her to pop the hood and I would take a look and see what I could do. I looked under the hood, praying that I could find something, anything, that would make me look good in front of this woman. The main engine control computer on a Jimmy is under the hood, so I looked at that first.

Now this computer has four large electrical connectors going into it, all with locking clips to make sure they don't come loose from vibration. The strangest thing was that all four connectors were loose. No, they weren't just loose, all four were unplugged and laying on the fenderwell. Normally this would really make me wonder what was going on, my cynical mind would know that there was tampering present and something was definitely wrong. I didn't think any of these things. Call me stupid, but you weren't there smelling her perfume that floated around my head like some exotic floral garden, you didn't hear that magical voice speaking to me telling me how grateful she would be if I could fix her truck. I reached in, plugged in the connectors , and told her to try starting it. The engine fired right up, she gave a squeal of delight, jumped out of the truck and hugged me. At that point I didn't care if a semi came along and crushed me on the highway, as long as I could smell that perfume as I died. I was hooked, she knew it, and the dance began.

She tried to give me money, I refused and told her it was my pleasure. She said that her name was Julie, I introduced myself and pleasantries were exchanged. She then insisted that I at least come to her house and let her get me something to drink. She commanded me to follow her home. I was so entranced that I would have followed her to the gates of hell, funny thing is that is exactly what I ended up doing.

We drove for about half an hour, she signalled, exited the freeway, and headed down some dark country road. We got to her property which consisted of a large main house, a barn, and several outbuildings in various states of repair. She told me to park in the barn, which would seem strange under normal circumstances, but friends, this was about as far from normal as you could go.

We entered the house, she bade me to sit in a large overstuffed chair in the living room. She went into the kitchen and returned with two tall glasses of ice tea. Handing me one glass she said she was going to slip into something more comfortable. That line scared me enough to start looking around the room for hidden cameras. Convinced that Allen Funt was not going to surprise me this night, I sat back in the chair and drank all of the ice tea. After a few minutes she had still not returned and had me wondering what had happened. But for some reason I felt unusually relaxed and sat waiting patiently. I heard heels clicking on the wooden floors and looked up as she entered the room. Then I rubbed my eyes and looked again. The businesslike attire was gone, what replaced it scared me. She had let her blonde hair down from the business 'do, it now cascaded off her shoulders like a fiery waterfall. She had on extreme makeup, fingernails painted fire engine red, a black leather corset, black fishnet stockings, and black stiletto pumps. This I could deal with. The large strap on dildo she wore, combined with the restraints that dangled in her hand, I couldn't deal with.

I stammered that it was getting late and I had to go. She didn't make any move to stop me, as I tried to rise I knew why. I couldn't get out of the chair, it felt as if all the strength had been drained from my body. "What did you do to me?" I asked. "Thats just the effects of the drug in your tea." she replied. "Why did you drug me, and what is going to happen" "The drug in your tea was a fast acting short term hypnotic that will make you more agreeable to my suggestions and won't hurt you at all." she responded. "This won't work on me" I insisted. She walked over to the chair, put one hand on each arm of the chair and leaned close into my face. "Shutup and listen to me " she commanded. She told me to look into one of her eyes, not both. As close as she was I had no choice. She then began to speak in gentle soothing tones telling me what to feel. As I looked into that eye the pupil seemed to grow larger and larger, like some intergalactic black hole that sucks in everything, allowing nothing to escape. Soon I stood up , removed all of my clothes, then raised my hands and allowed her to shackle me. In a complete daze I allowed her to lead me down into the basement, realizing that black holes exist on earth and like their galactic counterparts, there would be no escape.

She led me down a flight of steps to a cool basement. The room was dark but there were several medieval looking devices that were illuminated by overhead spotlights. If she was trying to scare me, it was working. She said"Lets get you into position before the drug wears off completely." I was led to the end of what looked like a large table, except that it was taller than a normal table, and it sloped down about a foot from the end where I stood. At the far end of the table was a large mirror, I guess she wanted me to be able to see what was going to happen to me.

My red headed captor walked behind me and pushed me forward so I lay flat on my stomach with my feet on the floor, bent over this table. She then spread my legs about three feet apart, even with the legs on the table. I felt restraints being attached to my ankles. I watched her walk around to the other end of the table till she was facing me. She grabbed my manacled hands and started pulling. This was the strongest woman I've ever met, I thought my arms were going to come loose at the shoulders. I stood up on the tips of my toes to keep from losing my arms from the stretching I was getting.

When she was satisfied that I could stretch no further, she attached the restraints around my hands to a chain at the end of the table. While she was doing this I was very calm from the effects of the drug she had given me. Now the drug had worn off and the realization of my predicament began to sink in. Here I was, helpless, with no one knowing where I was. Newspaper headlines about someone finding an abused body lying dead on the side of the road began to flash through my mind. I began to shake with fear.

"What's the matter baby?"she asked, "is the big strong man afraid?" There was no point in lying, "yes" I admitted, "I'm frightened out of my mind." "Good" she said "That's the effect I was trying for" "Don't worry " she said,"I'm not going to hurt you." "You're not" I asked in amazement. Then she laughed and said"Sorry baby, just a little lie, I am going to hurt you because I know thats what you really want." She then picked up a riding crop, leaned over and kissed my ear,while whispering"lets get started" All of a sudden I felt a burning pain in my ear. She had bit me. As she walked behind me, any hopes that she was leaving were dashed when the crop started raining blows on my exposed ass. The pain was unbeliveable, three, four, five times she cracked that crop on my ass. " Now that I've got your attention" she said" here are the rules: Each time I do anything to you, I expect you to thank me, and not just the words, I want to hear you sound genuinely grateful. Now lets see how well you learn". I heard the crop whistle through the air before it exploded on my ass. I didn't think anything could hurt worse. Thank you I mumbled. BIG mistake, I heard the whistle, then I felt the crop hit me again even harder than before.

"I want you to MEAN it" she screamed. "Thank you" I said with all the emotion I could muster at this point. That wasn't enough, first the whistle then the pain. " You will address me as mistress at all times" she screamed,"is that clear?" Broken and beaten, I spoke contritely "That is clear mistress, thank you for the punishment " Finally she seemed satisfied,"Thats better" she said "now lets see how much you can take." I lost count on the number of times that crop hit me or how many times I thanked her for administering such pain. Finally she stopped, winded, "that looks good and red now, how does it feel?" "It hurts badly mistress" was my reply. "Poor baby " she cooed"let me get some ice for you" She then began to rub ice on my burning ass, soothing the pain, I began to relax. Soon, although I never thought it possible, my ass felt like it was going to freeze and I began to shiver with the cold. "Why are you shivering ?"she asked.

"I'm very cold mistress" was my reply. Would I ever learn? She said"lets find something to warm you up". I watched as she walked over to a rack on the wall and began to go through a selection of whips she had hanging there. She selected not one but two black whips, each about twenty four inches long and each with about ten or twelve strands hanging from the handle. As she walked behind me, I began to steel myself in preparation for the punishment to come. Starting slowly and lightly, she alternated the whips on my ass. Building speed and intensity this woman was making those whips fly in a manner reminiscent of an old Bruce Lee nunchuk scene in a bad karate movie.

With each blow I said"Thank you mistress, thank you mistress." The pain was so great that my mind began to separate from my body in sheer self defense. Sensing this, she stopped, reached over and sunk those bright red fingernails into my nipples so hard that I thought she would tear them off. Needless to say this brought me back to the here and now. She laid across my back and once again whispered in my ear. "Since you're doing so well, I have something else for you."

I felt something hitting my asscheek, and with a hollow feeling in the pit of my stomach, I remembered the strap on dildo she wore. I could hear something being squeezed out of a container of some sort, watched in the mirror as she rubbed lubricant on the dildo. Then I felt this intruder pressing on the entrance to my ass. Like a fool I resisted, which pissed her off. "I'm using a small one with plenty of lube so I don't tear your virgin ass," she hissed "but if you want a dry large one I can oblige you." I knew resistance was futile, so I humbly apologized and told her to continue that I would not resist. Her mood brightened, she smiled and said "good, lets begin." She leaned over my back and, much to my great fear, once again whispered in my ear that she would not hurt me.. Then those clawlike fingernails clamped down on my nipples, I arched my back in pain, then she drove that dildo home in one thrust.

The crops and the whips were but a subtle preamble to the pain from the ass fucking I was receiving. I felt as if a sword was piercing my body each time she thrust in and out. Her hands on my hips, harder, deeper, faster, the intensity was unbearable. Her own passion, built to fever pitch by the cropping and the whipping she had administered, was now fueling this onslaught of my ass. I watched in the mirror as she neared orgasm, head thrown back, her moans filling the air.

All through this ordeal I had run the gamut of emotions and feelings. Pain, rage, fear, anger, nasuea, had all crossed through my mind and body as she had abused me. But now there was a new feeling starting to build, I wasn't quite sure what it was. Suddenly, to my horror, I realized this new emotion was.....pleasure. I had never had any type of homosexual tendencies, no attractions, no fantasies, no embarrassing dreams. But as this woman worked me over for all I was worth, my body and mind began to respond with waves of pleasure each time she drove in and out. She was sharp, she sensed my emotions immediately. "What do you have to say now slave?" "Thank you mistress" was my response. "No, what do you really have to say?" I didn't want to say it, I didn't want to think it, I didn't want to believe it, I didn't have a choice. "Fuck me mistress oh please, please fuck me as hard as you can." Hearing me admit to what she knew all along sent her over the edge. She threw her head back and screamed like some wild animal as she buried that dildo in my ass harder than ever. Finally, her passion spent, she collapsed on top of me on the table. Both of us slept from the total exhaustion from our session.

The whole weekend was spent like this. Whippings, croppings, canings, paddlings, and most of all, fuckings. Each time she used a larger dildo till I felt like i could shit a bowling ball without it touching my ass. Finally on Sunday (i think) night, she put a straw between my lips and instructed me to drink. Then she leaned in close and the black hole sucked me in again.

The car horn woke me. I sat up, realized I was in my car and that I had leaned on the horn pad with my face. It was dark out and my watch said it was indeed Sunday and almost midnight. I then realized that my ass felt like I was sitting on a box of nails. I stepped out of my car to check for nails on the seat, then the memory of the previous days flooded over me. I almost fell down from the intensity of this memory. I felt ashamed, I swore to myself that I would never stray from the beaten path of conventional sex. No bdsm pics on the internet, no perverse avi file, no graphic jpg's. Mr. Boring would be my new name, never again, never again, never again would I do anything out of the ordinary.

I still use the same freeway where I first met her. Drive to work, drive home, same old routine. I would never ever be so foolish as to stop and try to help anyone again. Unless of course she had golden blonde hair, a business suit, and was driving a Jimmy...