Fic: The Long Drive (1/1)
Title: The Long Drive
Author: cranberry_pi
Rating: NC-17 for sex of one sort or another
Spoilers: Definitely not.
Summary: It was a much longer drive then they'd planned. Sequel to The Long Walk. You demanded it, I delivered! :D
A/N: Credit to elocineel for the title, and to jacs1010 for the circumstances!
Have you ever been bundled into the passenger seat of a car, handcuffed and gagged, wearing a chastity belt holding a good-sized vibrating plug in your dripping sex and totally unable to see because of the blacked out contact lenses in your eyes? No? Then your wife isn’t as inventive as mine. And I feel sorry for you.
Not that the journey went entirely smoothly. For the first hour or so it was great - I sat there, unable to speak or see, and Quinn didn’t say a word to me, just drove and (I’m guessing) looked over at me from time to time, my eyes looking sightlessly out the window, breathing heavily through my nose. From time to time she turned on the plug inside me, chuckling softly to herself as I moaned and clawed at the belt, trying to help myself to a climax. She never let me get over the edge, though, always turning it off as I neared my peak, leaving me trying to complain through the tape on my mouth, which only made her chuckle more loudly.
At about the hour and a half mark, though - I only know what time it was because Quinn told me - she turned the plug up to its highest setting, and then there was a crack of breaking plastic as she dropped the remote control. I could hear her shuffling in her seat as she reached down to pick it up - and then a muffled “shit.” Through the haze in my head as the plug worked its magic, I tried to ask what was wrong. She seemed to understand my muffled query easily enough, and she cleared her throat nervously.
“Uh,” she said, swallowing loudly, “we might have a bit of a problem.”
“Mmph?” was the best I could do in response.
“The remote’s broken. I can’t turn that off.”
“Mmmm!” I cried, clawing at the belt. I pointed at the lock, hoping she’d get the message. She cleared her throat again, and my heart sank.
“Well, that, uh - I don’t have a key here.”
It’s a fortunate thing I was gagged, or I’d have deafened her. “I didn’t think - I mailed one to the cabin earlier this week, so I left the other one at home! I didn’t want to be tempted to unlock you on the way, oh, shit,” she slammed her hand on the steering wheel. “Fuck, Rach, I’m sorry - fuck, this was supposed to be fun, it wasn’t supposed to go like this. Listen,” it was getting harder to hear her over the rush of blood in my ears as my orgasm approached, but I tried desperately to focus on what she was saying. “We’re halfway there now. I can turn back, but it’s going to take just as long to get home as it would to get to the cabin. I’m going to keep going, and get there as fast as I can, okay? I’m so, so sorry, baby, I don’t know what else I can do - can you make it until then?”
“MMMMMPPHHHHH!” I screamed as a massive orgasm hit me - the plug, combined with the absolute helplessness I felt, had pushed me right over the edge. I bucked and thrashed in the seat, finally falling back against it limply. I knew I didn’t have long, though, as my body was already starting to ramp back up from the plug’s vibrations. I nodded frantically, trying to communicate while I was still capable.
“Do you want the gag off, Rach?” she asked tenderly, and I shook my head no. It was going to be hard enough for her to focus on the road for the next hour and a half without me screaming in her ear the whole way. She reached over and brushed damp hair back from my forehead. “I’ll drive as fast as I can,” she promised, and I could feel the car accelerate under me - the bumps we hit weren’t helping my situation.
The time passed in a haze - I crashed through four, five orgasms, finally losing count and reduced to frantically pulling at the unyielding steel of the belt in an effort to get the vibrating intruder out of me before I physically couldn’t take it any more. I could hear Quinn crying quietly beside me, and I tried to tell her it was okay, but I was so drained in the period between peaks that I couldn’t have been coherent even if I wasn’t silenced. And then there was the sound of sirens, and Quinn screaming frantic curses. From somewhere in what was left of my consciousness I heard her saying something to me.
“I’ll get rid of her as fast as I can, Rach, please just hold on, okay?” The car slowed to a stop and there was the sound of boots on gravel from outside. And then a woman’s authoritative voice spoke.
“License and registration,” it demanded, and I felt Quinn reach past me to open the glove box. She grabbed the documents and handed them over. “Do you have any idea how fast you were going back there?”
“I’m really sorry, Officer,” Quinn apologised. “We were in a hurry, and I wasn’t watching my speed. It won’t happen again, I promise.”
I tried to hold it in - I really did. But I was fast approaching yet another orgasm, and I moaned loudly. There was a moment of silence, and I guessed the police officer was looking over at me. I was still staring blankly out the window, but I was flushed and sweaty, and my skirt had ridden way up my legs.
“Are you okay, ma’am?” she asked with an edge to her voice. I nodded, hoping that would be enough.
“I’m going to need an actual answer, ma’am. Are you okay?”
“She can’t,” Quinn’s embarrassment was evident in her voice, and if I could have seen her I know she’d have been blushing furiously. “She can’t answer you.”
“Why not?” I think she was about ten seconds from reaching for her gun.
“Because there’s tape on her mouth. We, uh, we were playing a game.”
The officer sighed loudly. “And I imagine that’s why you were speeding?”
“Sort of,” Quinn’s voice got even softer. She’s, uhm-“
“Don’t want to know,” the cop cut her off sharply. “I need to talk to her for a second, though. I’m going around to the passenger side, you just stay there.” I could hear her boots, and then I felt the night air on my face as the door opened. She knelt down next to me, and I flushed bright red. There was no way she couldn’t smell me, given that the seat under me was soaked with my juices. She leaned in close and whispered in my ear, and I groaned again as her hot breath combined with the buzzing inside me took me very near the edge. “I need to know you’re here of your own consent, ma’am. If you’re okay, please raise one finger on your right hand. If you’re being coerced, or if you need any help, please raise two.”
I raised one, and she patted my shoulder. And then she trailed a finger over the edge of the tape on my mouth, making me shiver. “That’s very convincing,” she complimented Quinn. She leaned on my leg getting up, and another climax washed over me. I screamed into my gag, my head thrown back and rocking against my seat, and she laughed - laughed! I’d have been offended if I could think straight.
The door closed and she walked back to Quinn’s side of the car, handing her papers back through the window. “Have a good night, ma’am,” she said flirtatiously. “I’d think about turning off whatever you’ve got in her though, she doesn’t look like she can take much more.”
“I will,” Quinn promised. The steps retreated to the car, and it drove away with a loud roar. Quinn pulled out a few seconds afterward, quickly returning to highway speed. My whole body was shaking with exhaustion, and Quinn squeezed my arm sympathetically. “No more than twenty minutes, baby, I promise.” Her full attention returned to the road, and mine returned to my predicament. I begged my traitorous body to just stop responding, to spare me from any more orgasms, but of course it made no difference. I had one, followed shortly by a bigger one that left me screaming as I frantically pulled at the waist of the belt, writhing in my seat.
I didn’t even notice the engine had stopped until Quinn pulled me out of the car, scooping me in her arms and running for the cabin door. She grabbed the envelope she’d sent from the mailbox and tore it open with her teeth as she rushed me inside and threw me down on the bed. Her hands were shaking and it took a few tries, but she finally got the belt unlocked and pulled the plug from my aching sex, shutting it off at its base. I wept with relief, and when she tried to reach between my legs - to check on me, I supposed - I slapped her hand away. I was so overstimulated that her touch might set me off again, and I couldn’t possibly take another. She pulled the tape from my mouth and removed my sopping panties, tossing them aside. She uncuffed my hands as well and laid down behind me, holding my still-shaking body in her arms and sobbing as she talked incoherently into my ear. Finally I had to grab her hands to get her attention.
“Quinn, you’re not making any sense. Slow down, it’s okay, everything’s okay.”
“I’m so sorry,” she repeated over and over. “That was so stupid of me, I’m so sorry, Rach,”
“Shh,” I whispered, turning around in her arms to look at her before I remembered that I couldn’t see her anyway. “It’s okay, Quinn. It was really hot up until that happened, okay? Accidents happen, and if the worst thing to come out of it was that I had a whole lot of orgasms, there’s worse things.”
“But-”
“Shh,” I kissed her chastely on the lips. “We’re okay, Quinn, really. Everything’s fine.”
“Really?” she asked, desperation in her voice.
“Really,” I promised her. “Of course, you do realize that there have to be consequences for this, right?”
“Like what?” she asked me, genuinely curious.
“Well, for starters, you’re wearing that belt for the rest of the weekend...”
Author: cranberry_pi
Rating: NC-17 for sex of one sort or another
Spoilers: Definitely not.
Summary: It was a much longer drive then they'd planned. Sequel to The Long Walk. You demanded it, I delivered! :D
A/N: Credit to elocineel for the title, and to jacs1010 for the circumstances!
Have you ever been bundled into the passenger seat of a car, handcuffed and gagged, wearing a chastity belt holding a good-sized vibrating plug in your dripping sex and totally unable to see because of the blacked out contact lenses in your eyes? No? Then your wife isn’t as inventive as mine. And I feel sorry for you.
Not that the journey went entirely smoothly. For the first hour or so it was great - I sat there, unable to speak or see, and Quinn didn’t say a word to me, just drove and (I’m guessing) looked over at me from time to time, my eyes looking sightlessly out the window, breathing heavily through my nose. From time to time she turned on the plug inside me, chuckling softly to herself as I moaned and clawed at the belt, trying to help myself to a climax. She never let me get over the edge, though, always turning it off as I neared my peak, leaving me trying to complain through the tape on my mouth, which only made her chuckle more loudly.
At about the hour and a half mark, though - I only know what time it was because Quinn told me - she turned the plug up to its highest setting, and then there was a crack of breaking plastic as she dropped the remote control. I could hear her shuffling in her seat as she reached down to pick it up - and then a muffled “shit.” Through the haze in my head as the plug worked its magic, I tried to ask what was wrong. She seemed to understand my muffled query easily enough, and she cleared her throat nervously.
“Uh,” she said, swallowing loudly, “we might have a bit of a problem.”
“Mmph?” was the best I could do in response.
“The remote’s broken. I can’t turn that off.”
“Mmmm!” I cried, clawing at the belt. I pointed at the lock, hoping she’d get the message. She cleared her throat again, and my heart sank.
“Well, that, uh - I don’t have a key here.”
It’s a fortunate thing I was gagged, or I’d have deafened her. “I didn’t think - I mailed one to the cabin earlier this week, so I left the other one at home! I didn’t want to be tempted to unlock you on the way, oh, shit,” she slammed her hand on the steering wheel. “Fuck, Rach, I’m sorry - fuck, this was supposed to be fun, it wasn’t supposed to go like this. Listen,” it was getting harder to hear her over the rush of blood in my ears as my orgasm approached, but I tried desperately to focus on what she was saying. “We’re halfway there now. I can turn back, but it’s going to take just as long to get home as it would to get to the cabin. I’m going to keep going, and get there as fast as I can, okay? I’m so, so sorry, baby, I don’t know what else I can do - can you make it until then?”
“MMMMMPPHHHHH!” I screamed as a massive orgasm hit me - the plug, combined with the absolute helplessness I felt, had pushed me right over the edge. I bucked and thrashed in the seat, finally falling back against it limply. I knew I didn’t have long, though, as my body was already starting to ramp back up from the plug’s vibrations. I nodded frantically, trying to communicate while I was still capable.
“Do you want the gag off, Rach?” she asked tenderly, and I shook my head no. It was going to be hard enough for her to focus on the road for the next hour and a half without me screaming in her ear the whole way. She reached over and brushed damp hair back from my forehead. “I’ll drive as fast as I can,” she promised, and I could feel the car accelerate under me - the bumps we hit weren’t helping my situation.
The time passed in a haze - I crashed through four, five orgasms, finally losing count and reduced to frantically pulling at the unyielding steel of the belt in an effort to get the vibrating intruder out of me before I physically couldn’t take it any more. I could hear Quinn crying quietly beside me, and I tried to tell her it was okay, but I was so drained in the period between peaks that I couldn’t have been coherent even if I wasn’t silenced. And then there was the sound of sirens, and Quinn screaming frantic curses. From somewhere in what was left of my consciousness I heard her saying something to me.
“I’ll get rid of her as fast as I can, Rach, please just hold on, okay?” The car slowed to a stop and there was the sound of boots on gravel from outside. And then a woman’s authoritative voice spoke.
“License and registration,” it demanded, and I felt Quinn reach past me to open the glove box. She grabbed the documents and handed them over. “Do you have any idea how fast you were going back there?”
“I’m really sorry, Officer,” Quinn apologised. “We were in a hurry, and I wasn’t watching my speed. It won’t happen again, I promise.”
I tried to hold it in - I really did. But I was fast approaching yet another orgasm, and I moaned loudly. There was a moment of silence, and I guessed the police officer was looking over at me. I was still staring blankly out the window, but I was flushed and sweaty, and my skirt had ridden way up my legs.
“Are you okay, ma’am?” she asked with an edge to her voice. I nodded, hoping that would be enough.
“I’m going to need an actual answer, ma’am. Are you okay?”
“She can’t,” Quinn’s embarrassment was evident in her voice, and if I could have seen her I know she’d have been blushing furiously. “She can’t answer you.”
“Why not?” I think she was about ten seconds from reaching for her gun.
“Because there’s tape on her mouth. We, uh, we were playing a game.”
The officer sighed loudly. “And I imagine that’s why you were speeding?”
“Sort of,” Quinn’s voice got even softer. She’s, uhm-“
“Don’t want to know,” the cop cut her off sharply. “I need to talk to her for a second, though. I’m going around to the passenger side, you just stay there.” I could hear her boots, and then I felt the night air on my face as the door opened. She knelt down next to me, and I flushed bright red. There was no way she couldn’t smell me, given that the seat under me was soaked with my juices. She leaned in close and whispered in my ear, and I groaned again as her hot breath combined with the buzzing inside me took me very near the edge. “I need to know you’re here of your own consent, ma’am. If you’re okay, please raise one finger on your right hand. If you’re being coerced, or if you need any help, please raise two.”
I raised one, and she patted my shoulder. And then she trailed a finger over the edge of the tape on my mouth, making me shiver. “That’s very convincing,” she complimented Quinn. She leaned on my leg getting up, and another climax washed over me. I screamed into my gag, my head thrown back and rocking against my seat, and she laughed - laughed! I’d have been offended if I could think straight.
The door closed and she walked back to Quinn’s side of the car, handing her papers back through the window. “Have a good night, ma’am,” she said flirtatiously. “I’d think about turning off whatever you’ve got in her though, she doesn’t look like she can take much more.”
“I will,” Quinn promised. The steps retreated to the car, and it drove away with a loud roar. Quinn pulled out a few seconds afterward, quickly returning to highway speed. My whole body was shaking with exhaustion, and Quinn squeezed my arm sympathetically. “No more than twenty minutes, baby, I promise.” Her full attention returned to the road, and mine returned to my predicament. I begged my traitorous body to just stop responding, to spare me from any more orgasms, but of course it made no difference. I had one, followed shortly by a bigger one that left me screaming as I frantically pulled at the waist of the belt, writhing in my seat.
I didn’t even notice the engine had stopped until Quinn pulled me out of the car, scooping me in her arms and running for the cabin door. She grabbed the envelope she’d sent from the mailbox and tore it open with her teeth as she rushed me inside and threw me down on the bed. Her hands were shaking and it took a few tries, but she finally got the belt unlocked and pulled the plug from my aching sex, shutting it off at its base. I wept with relief, and when she tried to reach between my legs - to check on me, I supposed - I slapped her hand away. I was so overstimulated that her touch might set me off again, and I couldn’t possibly take another. She pulled the tape from my mouth and removed my sopping panties, tossing them aside. She uncuffed my hands as well and laid down behind me, holding my still-shaking body in her arms and sobbing as she talked incoherently into my ear. Finally I had to grab her hands to get her attention.
“Quinn, you’re not making any sense. Slow down, it’s okay, everything’s okay.”
“I’m so sorry,” she repeated over and over. “That was so stupid of me, I’m so sorry, Rach,”
“Shh,” I whispered, turning around in her arms to look at her before I remembered that I couldn’t see her anyway. “It’s okay, Quinn. It was really hot up until that happened, okay? Accidents happen, and if the worst thing to come out of it was that I had a whole lot of orgasms, there’s worse things.”
“But-”
“Shh,” I kissed her chastely on the lips. “We’re okay, Quinn, really. Everything’s fine.”
“Really?” she asked, desperation in her voice.
“Really,” I promised her. “Of course, you do realize that there have to be consequences for this, right?”
“Like what?” she asked me, genuinely curious.
“Well, for starters, you’re wearing that belt for the rest of the weekend...”