Too Much Security

by Lobo De La Sombra

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© Copyright 2010 - Lobo De La Sombra - Used by permission

Storycodes: M/f; bond; rope; gag; stuck; sex; hum; cons/reluct; X

“Janet?  It’s Myra.  Hey, I got that security thing up and running.  What with all those rapes recently, I want to be sure I’m protected.  Yes, the sensors are all over the house, so I’m protected in every room.  As long as the system is on, anyone who tries anything will wind up in immediate stasis.  What?  Oh yeah, does it ever work.  I got mad at Bob last night and decided to try it out, so I left the system on when we went to bed.  He just barely got the tip inside me when he froze solid.  Actually, I had a hell of a time getting out from under him so I could turn it off.  He wasn’t too happy about it, but now he knows not to make me mad.  What?  Janet, you are a pervert.  But yes, if I freeze him again, I’ll call so you can come over and see.  It won’t be for a couple days at least.  He left this afternoon, won’t be back till Monday.  Yeah, another one of those weekend things for work.  Well, I think I’m going to take a shower, so I’ll call you later.”

Stepping from the shower, Myra dried herself, then stepped in front of the full length mirror.  She was more than pleased by her reflection.  Long, toned legs, flaring hips, firm ass, trim waist. Her breasts were more than ample without being “too much of a good thing.”.  Her face had been called beautiful many times, just as her body had been called hot.  Smiling, she moved to the door.

It was going to be a long weekend without Bob here, but it did have it’s advantages.  At least, she thought, I won’t have to put up with Friday Night Fights tonight.  Her smile widened, then froze as she thought she heard something behind her.  She began to turn, and then her world exploded into white light that quickly faded to black.

Myra’s first sensation was one of pain.  Not major, massive pain; more the kind that refused to let you forget it was there.  The next sensation was one of awkwardness.  It felt as if her lower half were vertical, while her top lay horizontal.  Puzzled, she forced her eyes open.

She was, she found, bent over a chair in her living room.  Her legs were spread, and she could feel the ropes binding her ankles to the chair’s back legs.  Her arms were stretched out, ropes from each wrist drawn down to the chair’s front legs, holding her body stretched over the chair back.  Something that felt like cloth had been stuffed into her mouth, and her cheeks could feel the stickiness of the tape that held the gag in place.

For long moments, she struggled, then slumped, defeated.  The ropes held her too tightly to allow much movement, and the chair was too heavy for her to move or tip over.  She could move her head, and she could slide her hips side to side perhaps an inch or two.  Otherwise, she was totally immobilized.

Suddenly, she tensed, sensing a presence behind her.  She craned her neck, but was barely able to make out a form standing behind her.  Desperately, she mmmmmphd into her gag, hoping for release, but her hopes were dashed as the figure spoke.

“You’ve got some great stuff here,” said a male voice, as a hand caressed her ass.  “Oh, and the house has some nice stuff too.  I’ve already taken what I wanted from the house.  Now it’s your turn.”

Wildly, Myra shook her head back and forth, screaming muffled pleas into her gag.  She heard the man laugh as his hands continued to stroke her ass.

“No?  Is that what you’re saying?  Well, I’m afraid you’re in no position to argue.  But I will be nice.  I’ll help you get in the mood.”

As he spoke, Myra could feel his hand slip between her helplessly spread thighs, stroking softly.  His other hand began stroking her breast, lightly pinching and twisting the nipple.  Soon, in spite of herself, Myra could feel her arousal growing.  Her nipples became hard points, and she knew his hand was becoming coated with her juices.

Seemingly in no hurry, the man continued to stroke Myra’s body, until low moans of need began to slip from her sealed lips.  When the hands vanished, she was surprised to hear herself moaning in disappointment.  The sound of cloth rustling behind her left no doubt what was about to happen, but she no longer cared.  All she wanted now was release.

Hands gripped her hips, then Myra moaned loudly as she felt something press between her thighs.  Slowly, the intruder slipped inside her, then stopped.  For a moment, Myra struggled to push herself back, desperate to be filled.  Then a thought that had been clamoring for her attention suddenly broke through her veil of arousal.

The security system!  It was still active.  And, as programmed, it had frozen the man in stasis as soon as he achieved penetration.  Without seeing him, she knew that the man now stood frozen in place, the tip of his cock just barely inside her.  Desperately, she struggled, not really sure if that struggle was for release from her bonds, or for deeper penetration and the release of orgasm.  Finally,  defeated, she slumped in her bonds.

Yes, it was going to be a long weekend.  Naked, tied bent over a chair, gagged, with a strange man’s cock barely inside her.  And horny as hell, to boot.  At least when her boyfriend got him, he’d have ample opportunity to get photographic evidence of this attempted rape.  Then he could untie her so she could call the police.

“What do you make of this, Sergeant?”

“I don’t know, Lieutenant.  This is the weirdest thing I’ve ever seen.”

The two police officers stared at the strange scene before them.  They’d come here after a large company in town had alerted the department to a possible missing employee.  But what they found baffled them.

Bent over a chair, a naked woman struggled with the ropes that held her, muffled noises coming from the tape over her mouth.  Behind her stood a naked man, his hands grasping her hips, frozen in place as if turned to stone in the act of thrusting into her.  Behind him stood another naked man, also frozen, his hands outstretched as if he, too, were grasping a woman’s hips.  Shaking their heads, the officers began the task of releasing the woman, hoping she could tell them what was going on.

As she felt the ropes begin to loosen, Myra cursed into her gag.  Instead of freeing her, Bob had simply moved the strange man away, then taken his place, only to be immediately frozen as well.  Silently, Myra vowed to find herself a new boyfriend.

And a new security system.