Virtually Taken

[The latest story in the saga of one woman's long sexual odyssey]

I'm sitting at the outdoor table on my covered porch, sipping my first cup of coffee of the day. I gaze out at the morning sunlight slanting low across my backyard and watch a gentle breeze shake the leaves in the surrounding trees. It's a perfect morning, and I should be content, but I feel the familiar itch building in my groin. I sigh, my hand wandering down between my bare legs and touching my panties. It's been more than three months since I've been sexually dominated by people I don't know, a need I can't quite seem to shake.

My mind wanders back to that party at the house high up in the hills, and a shudder ripples through my body. I was the "special guest", and my husband had been there and taken care of me afterwards, but the intensity and fear had been overwhelming and we agreed on the ride home to curtail the encounters. Afterwards I had even gone to see someone about this need in me, but all she did was point out the obvious. I was addicted, she said, something I already knew. I've been addicted ever since that morning I was tied in my college bed and fucked and pleasured by a man and woman I never saw. The thrill was like a drug, the therapist said, something that could be given up. Unfortunately she couldn't tell me how to do it.

I get up from the table and go back inside to refill my cup. My laptop is on the kitchen island and I take it back outside along with the coffee. My husband is away on business, and our longstanding agreement is that I won't have sex with others without him being present. I won't break that promise. But I open the laptop anyway and sign in to the website, idly browsing while I sip my coffee. My husband and I have a presence there, as go-to dominants for girls desiring their first experience with bondage. My mind drifts to the young girl we most recently played with, wishing she would reach out and request another session. No one else seems to be seeking our services either, and I smile bemusedly. Oh well.

I'm about to sign out when I notice an icon that's never been there before. I click on the link, and I'm taken to a page espousing the wonders of virtual reality. I poke around for awhile, and an idea begins to form. The site allows you to create a sexual scenario to be experienced virtually, and a longtime fantasy immediately comes to mind. I start to get wet just thinking about it. Here's a way to safely fulfill my need to be dominated and still not betray my husband.

I sip my coffee, working out the details in my head. It takes almost an hour, but I type in everything I can think of. I can feel my clit responding, and it's all I can do not to cum on the spot. I make arrangements for the VR goggles to be delivered to my house. They won't arrive until tomorrow, which gives me all day to savor the anticipation of living out a forbidden fantasy I've never allowed myself to experience in real life.

The day passes quickly, even though I can't stop thinking about what tomorrow will bring. My sleep that night is restless, my dreams filled with erotic thoughts and images. I awake the next morning groggy from the lack of sleep, but eager for the day to begin. I'm not sure when the goggles will arrive, and time slows to a crawl. I try and busy myself with household tasks, but I can't concentrate on anything, and I decide to take a nap. I've no sooner settled myself on the couch and closed my eyes when I hear the delivery truck outside and footsteps on my front porch. I wait a moment, almost holding my breath, until I hear the truck depart. I walk quickly to the front door and open it, and there it is. My fantasy in a box.

I bring the box inside and quickly open it. The goggles are nestled in tissue paper, accompanied by only a single sheet of paper. My name is at the top, followed by simple instructions with a few cautionary notes. I carefully lift the the goggles out of the box and take a deep breath. I make sure all the doors are locked and my phone is turned off, then take them to the same couch where I tried to nap a few minutes ago. I put the goggles over my head, adjusting the fit, making sure the strap is snug around the back of my head. I settle onto the couch, my head on the pillow against the armrest, my legs outstretched. I take another deep breath, then press the button on the side...

... I'm hiking on a trail in bright sunlight. It is a beautiful, sparkling clear day. The air is warm, a breeze caressing my face, and a few white clouds float across the deep blue sky. Birds are singing in the copse of trees stretching up the slope to my left. To the right the landscape flows gently downhill across a meadow filled with wildflowers, with mountains rising in the far distance beyond. A sheen of perspiration covers my bare midriff and legs, and I push my hair out of my face as I hike towards a bend in the trail a ways ahead.

A man emerges from around the bend and walks toward me. He is shirtless, with long pants and shaggy dark hair partially covering his face. He is long and lean and walks with a casual confidence. As we approach each other, I give him a smile, and he returns the gesture. When we are only a few feet apart I notice him glance over my shoulder, and my adrenaline spikes. Before I can turn to look, someone grabs me from behind, pinning my arms to my sides. I struggle and start to scream, but the bare chested man pulls a bandana out of his pocket and stuffs it into my mouth. I struggle and kick, yelling into the bandana, but there is no one to hear me. The man looks into the trees, his eyes bright.

"Bring her into the woods."

I keep struggling, my screams muffled. I kick out with my legs, but the man holding me is very strong. He lifts me easily and carries me into the trees, away from the trail. We don't go very far before we're in a grassy meadow, completely enclosed by the trees. I am still screaming and kicking, but I already know my struggles are futile. The shaggy-haired man produces a rope and throws it over a low-hanging branch, fashioning a loop above my head. The man holding me raises my arms quickly and puts my wrists through the loop, then the other man pulls the rope taut and ties it off at the base of the tree. I'm quickly a prisoner, helpless to resist whatever they are going to do to me, and I start to whimper quietly.

The man who carried me comes around and stands in front of me. He too is shirtless, but he is wearing shorts and his blond hair is closely cropped. He is shorter than the other man, and stockier, the muscles in his arms and legs bulging. He stares hard at me with pale blue eyes, his lust barely disguised, a grin spreading across his face.

"We're going to have some fun with you."

I shake my head back and forth, groaning into the bandana. Tears form in my eyes. The man runs his eyes up and down my body, leering, then walks behind me again. The other man moves in front of me, his eyes boring into mine.

"If you promise not to scream, I'll take the bandana out of your mouth."

I look at him, my eyes pleading silently, and slowly nod. He reaches out and removes the bandana, putting it back in his pocket while keeping his eyes on mine.

"Please," I beg with a whimper, "please don't hurt me."

He doesn't answer, but I can see in his eyes that is not what they want. What they want is to take me and use me here in the middle of the woods. A violent shudder ripples through my stretched body, and I start to cry softly, as I realize there is absolutely nothing I can do.

The blond man begins to grope me from behind. His hands roam all over my body, my legs, across my bare abdomen, down inside my shorts. I feel his bulge against my ass as he cups my breasts and fingers my nipples through the fabric of my halter top. Then he quickly pulls it up, baring my tits and my pointed nipples. He palms my breasts for a moment before roughly pinching and twisting my nubs, and I groan loudly. Then he lifts my hair with one hand and begins to nuzzle my neck, pushing his crotch against my ass, still fingering my nipples with the other hand. I feel his warm breath in my ear as he rocks rhythmically against me.

The man in front of me watches all this for awhile, a look of amusement on his face. When I glance down at the bulge in his pants, he leers at me, his lust on vivid display. His eyes rove up and down my bound body, tied and stretched under the tree, and he briefly strokes his erection through the fabric of his pants. Then he reaches for the waistband of my shorts and yanks them down my bare legs, roughly pulling them over my shoes. When he quickly removes my shoes as well, I feel the grass on my bare feet. I plead again with my eyes, but he is not looking at me. He is staring at the dark spot on my skimpy panties, his eyes wide. Oh fuck, why am I so wet?

"It looks like someone wants this," he says with a smirk.

I close my eyes and groan, shaking my head again. He takes my head between his hands and roughly sticks his tongue in my mouth. I try not to return the kiss, but his tongue is everywhere in my mouth, his breath hot on my face, his lust overtaking him. He keeps kissing me, holding the back of my neck with one hand while reaching down with the other and slipping a finger inside my panties. He strokes my slit, slippery with my juices, then brings the finger back to his mouth and licks it while staring hard into my eyes. A soft moan escapes my lips.

Then he steps back and stares at my panties. He pulls them to the side, exposing my bare pussy. He pushes two fingers into my wet hole, and I groan again as I can't keep from pushing against his hand. He grins at me, then quickly pulls his pants down. His erect cock springs out, long and hard and throbbing with need. He cups my ass and pulls me to him, the tip of his cock poking at my entrance. Our eyes meet and I continue to slowly shake my head, but it's clear that I am about to be fucked in this beautiful sunlit meadow, and I squeeze my eyes shut.

And then his cock is deep inside me, filling my wet cavity. He thrusts a few times, and I try not to respond, but my pussy squeezes around his shaft involuntarily. Then he lifts my feet off the ground, his hands under my ass. I wrap my legs around his waist to take some of the weight off my arms stretched taut above me. His tongue pushes into my mouth again as he pumps in and out of me, and I try and stay still, but my body wants to rock on the hard cock that fills all of me with an unwanted, growing pleasure. Oh god, oh god, I don't want this but why does it feel so good?

Finally his frenzied thrusting pushes him over the edge and he groans and orgasms loudly, long ropes of cum spurting deep into my slippery cunt. He keeps kissing me as his cock plunges in and out of my dark hole, and it takes a long time for his need to abate. When he finally pulls out of me and lets me down, there is still a wild look in his eye. I stare back at him defiantly as his cum leaks out of my sopping pussy and drips down my leg.

There's a low growl in my ear. I had almost forgotten the man behind me. He reaches up and frees my wrists from the rope overhead, then pushes me down on the ground.

"Get on your hands and knees and show me that pretty little ass of yours."

A pang of fear stabs through my body. It's his turn now, and it's clear he wants to take me from behind. My halter top is still pulled up around my neck, and I still have my panties on, but he doesn't bother to take them off. Instead he settles himself behind me and unzips his shorts. I stare into the trees ahead, praying that he won't fuck me in the ass. He makes sure my panties are pulled to the side, then puts his hands on my hips. I hold my breath as I feel his thick cock between my spread legs, my ass in the air. Then he pushes it into my still dripping pussy and moves it in and out of me in slow, steady strokes. He grabs my hair with one hand, pulling my head up, increasing his pace. He puts his other hand around my throat, and my heart starts to pound wildly, but then his hand moves away from my throat and down between my legs, fingering my slippery clit. The fear is replaced with an unexpected bolt of pleasure, his fingers rubbing my sensitive bud faster and faster as he fucks me even harder and deeper. I fight against it, but the orgasm builds unbidden inside me. Oh god, I'm being fucked against my will but my clit is on fire and I'm going to cum, oh fuck, oh fuck, and then my pussy clenches around the man's thick, hard cock and I cry out in pleasure as the man jerks and yells and thrusts frantically into my warm, wet hole, using me roughly for his own pleasure as he rides out his orgasm in the middle of this sunlit grassy meadow.

"GET AWAY FROM HER!"

The woman's shout comes from somewhere in the trees. I can't see her, but the men seem to know who she is. The blond man hastily pulls out of me, and both men pull up their pants and zip them shut. Then I hear them disappear into the woods behind me. I still don't see the woman, but I raise up on my knees, pull my top down over my breasts, and fix my panties. I start to look around for my shorts and shoes when the woman emerges from the trees in front of me. She is a vision, not unlike a forest nymph, her short green dress stopping well above her knee-length boots. Her long black hair frames her face and falls almost to her waist. She peers out at me with wide-set, dark green eyes.

"Thank you," I say, relief flooding my body. Then I start to stand up.

"Lay down," she says quietly.

"What?"

"Lay down. There." She points to a spot in the grass. "On your back. Stretch your arms out above your head toward those trees."

My mouth opens but no words come out. It's quickly apparent this woman wants to have me too. I start to protest, but the woman has a quiet command I can't ignore. I slowly lay down, the grass caressing my bare legs and back. The woman quickly moves to untie the rope from the base of the tree. She pulls the loop down over the branch, then fastens it around my outstretched wrist. She runs the rope back around the base of the tree, moves to another nearby tree and does the same, then efficiently makes another loop at the free end and ties my other wrist. Then she stands and admires her work, looking down at my arms spread wide above my head. Sunlight beats down on me, the heat warming my skin, and I have to squint to see her standing above me.

"Why?" I whisper.

"Because," she responds, a wide smile on her face, "this is what you want."

Our eyes lock. She bends down and pulls my legs apart, then, still gazing at me, kneels between them. She reaches out and hooks her thumbs under my top, her eyes still on mine, then pushes it back up around my neck. My nipples are still erect and very hard. She fondles them gently, rolling them between her thumbs and forefingers, and my lips part as the pleasure in my breasts spills down into my groin. She takes her time, and I squirm, tugging against the ropes tied around my wrists. After awhile, she bends down and licks my pebble-hard nubs, all the while holding my gaze. I arch against her and moan loudly, still pulling uselessly on the ropes.

Finally she sits up and looks down at my panties, still soaked in my juices.

"Let's take these off."

When she pulls them down over my legs and tosses them aside, I moan again and close my eyes. She moves back between my legs and kneels there, hooking her arms under my knees and bending my legs back, spreading me wide. She stares hard at my bare pussy, wet and glistening in the warm sunlight. I can feel my clit poking out of its hood, and my body undulates under her unsparing gaze. She raises her gaze for a moment and looks into my eyes again, then she leans down and puts her mouth on me.

A bolt of pleasure shoots through me, instant and intense. Her tongue explores every part of me, stabbing into my wet hole, licking my pussy lips, touching the tip of my needy clit with the tip of her tongue. My arousal spikes, the orgasm swelling inexorably deep in my groin. I groan and move my hips against her, needing more contact, but she expertly teases my slippery bud, keeping me close to the edge but not letting me cum. I begin to pant, pulling on the ropes, arching into her mouth, my body starting to tremble under her talented and teasing tongue. And then she pulls away.

"No," I moan, "no, oh god, please..."

She stands and smiles down at me.

"I'll be right back."

I turn my head and watch her disappear into the trees for a moment. When she returns she is carrying a small bag. She sets it down on the grass beside me, then kneels again between my outstretched legs.

"Let's see what we have here."

When she reaches into the bag and pulls out the dildo, my eyes go wide. It is bigger than any I have ever seen. The base is smooth glass, thick and slightly curved, maybe ten inches long. The bulb at the tip is also glass, with small raised dimples all over, a little larger than a golf ball. I can't take my eyes away. I tug futilely at the ropes holding my arms and whimper softly.

"Do you think you can take all of it?" she asks with a grin.

I moan and shake my head back and forth. I'm sure it will split me open, and I start to cry. The woman looks at me, then down at my pussy. I struggle again in my restraints, tears pouring down my face into the soft grass of the meadow.

The woman waits patiently until my tears fade. Then she pushes the bulb against my mouth. I keep my lips closed for a moment, but she holds it there until I finally open my mouth and she pushes it inside. She wants me to lick it, and I do, barely able to breathe until she takes it out and smiles down at me.

"Relax. Just breathe." Her voice is calm, soothing. "Now open yourself to me."

I pull my knees up to my chest and spread my legs as wide as I can. I take big gulps of air as she puts the toy against my entrance. She doesn't take her eyes off mine as she begins to push it into me. I am so wet there is no resistance at first, but I hold my breath anyway as I feel the dildo slide slowly inside my slick cavity. She mouths the word breathe, and I try, but I squeeze my eyes shut as the toy keeps pushing deeper, filling me. I whimper when I feel the bulb hit my cervix. Oh god, it is so big, so fucking big. The woman holds it there for a long moment, and I hold my breath.

"Good girl," she coos.

Then she pulls it almost all the way out, stares hard at me, then pushes it back in. She fucks me with slow, steady strokes, and I feel the dimples of the bulb sliding against the walls of my cunt. My arousal grows again, the familiar pleasure building deep down inside me. She increases her pace, fucking me faster, watching my face intently. I push my hips up against the toy, wanting more, keep fucking me, don't stop. My mouth opens, by breath coming in shallow gasps, the toy filling me and bringing me to the ragged edge. I am almost there, just a few more strokes, oh god, oh god, please don't stop. And she doesn't, and I cum hard, my pussy clenching around the toy, waves of pleasure washing through my body as I cry out and buck my hips and savor the feeling of the dildo filling me completely as I stare up at the deep blue sky and feel the warmth of the sun beating down on my naked body.

The woman smiles down at me as the orgasm finally subsides. I think she is finished with me, but she keeps the toy inside me and pushes it all the way up, hard against my cervix, and keeps it there. When she reaches inside the bag again, my breath catches. She pulls out another toy and holds it in front of my face. I stare at the vibrator, its concave rubber tip designed to fit over and send pulses of pleasure deep inside my swollen and throbbing clit. I look at her, my eyes hooded, and moan softly, shaking my head again.

"I told you," she says with a grin, "this is what you want."

Her eyes go to my breasts, and she bends down and softly kisses my nipples. I sigh and moan again. She moves down my body, giving little kisses all over my abdomen, until her head is between my legs and she touches my clit with the tip of her tongue. I jerk and quiver, pulling at the restraints and groaning loudly. Then she raises up and stares at me.

"I think you're ready."

It all happens very fast. She puts the vibrator on my clit and takes it away, and keeps doing it, pure pulses of pleasure surging into my intimate bud and causing me to jerk and tremble uncontrollably. I cry out and start to thrash, another orgasm swelling insistently. Then she keeps the toy on me, and I am quickly over the edge and I scream as more waves of pleasure explode everywhere inside me. Suddenly I am looking down at myself, my naked body tied and spread and thrashing in the grassy meadow, my mouth open in a silent scream as I can't stop cumming and the orgasm goes on and on until the woman touches the side of my head...

... and then I am back on the couch in my house. It takes a moment to realize where I am, then I quickly reach back, unfasten the strap and remove the goggles. I look down at my body, covered in perspiration. My top is pulled up over my bare breasts, and my underwear is down around my ankles. There is a huge wet spot on the couch under my dripping pussy. My clit is red, swollen and pulsing. I start to put my hand between my legs.

"Wow. That looked like a lot of fun."

My head jerks around in surprise. My husband is sitting in the chair watching me with a huge grin on his face.

"Oh my god! Oh my god! What are you doing here!?"

"Our meetings finished up late yesterday. So I thought I'd come home a day early and surprise you. I guess I did." He is leering now.

"Oh my god." I can't think of anything else to say.

I give him an embarrassed smile. For a moment I try and awkwardly cover myself, but then I realize how foolish I'm being. So I kick off my underwear, pull the top up over my head, then give him another small smile. My husband is still grinning and ogling my naked body when I finally stand, walk over to the chair and straddle him. I reach down with one hand and cup the bulge in his pants, then I lean close and whisper into his ear.

"Let's go upstairs and I'll give you a real welcome home."