After a morning of calls, working out, and reports, she decides to unplug for the afternoon. Whatever it is, it can wait until evening. She used to feel guilty about simply being like this. Her guilt has since turned to pleasure in the present. Wearing her favorite ‘tanning’ gear, she heads out the door to the back yard. It’s a quiet day. Although, out here away from civilization, it is always a quiet day. Not many people make their way out to see her. And with that, she’s content. Her suit is turquoise blue, halter top. Tied around her neck. Her large breasts appear even larger in such style. She likes wearing this top, with the plunge in the front and open back, her tan lines are minimal. The bottoms are cheeky boy shorts, with palm trees. Her round ass fills the shorts, so much so that her cheeks peak out the bottom. Perfect for those tan lines. She brings out her usual tanning survival pack: Small towel to put over her face, tanning oil, sunglasses, beats ear buds, and her phone to play audiobooks or meditation music. By now, the dogs are used to her routine and don’t bother her much while she lays out. She makes her way over to her spot. Saturating her bare skin with tanning oil, she shimmers in the sunlight. She lays down, puts in her ear buds and turns on her music. She sets an alarm, history has shown that falling asleep out here for too long  isn’t necessarily a good thing. She drifts into her now, listening to the soothing sounds filling her ears and her mind. She is the only one on the planet right now.

 

She can’t breath. She can’t see. Her world is black. She still hears the sounds of meditation in her ears, but something is covering her head. Something, or someone, is holding her still. The music stops, someone has her phone. She can hear movement around her. She’s still outside, she can feel the warmth of the sun still bearing down on her bare skin. Trying to sit up, she feels a large hand on her chest, keeping her pressed into the hammock. A voice she’d never heard before calmly says,

“Don’t move until I tell you to move.”

Her mind begins to race. What is going on here? Who is that? Why is he here? Taking a deep breath, she accesses the whole situation. She’s practically naked, in her back yard. Alone. Her trusty side arm is in the house along with all the others. She now has a bottle of tanning oil and a Yeti cup of ice water for defense. Well, this isn’t going to work, now is it…she tells herself.

The large hand pressing down on her chest reaches up towards her face. Although she can’t see it, she feels it. He pulls on her ear buds, pulling them from her ears. Then says “Now you can hear me better, can’t you?”

She doesn’t answer. So he asks again, louder this time, with much more force.

“Yes. I can hear you.”

His large hand patted her chest as he said “Good girl. Now, here are the rules. 1. You break any of these rules, you will be punished. 2. You must always listen to me. 3. Only speak when you have been asked a question. 4. Do not, I repeat, do not try to fight me. Do you understand these 4 rules, Scarlett?”

Her breath caught and her heart began to pound out of her chest. As she listened to the rules, two things captivated her: He used the word punishment, and he knows her name. Is this really happening?

“Yes, I understand the 4 rules.”

He cleared his throat as she felt his hand sliding between her tits and he pushed the top away from her left breast. Exposing her entireness and nipple. He pinched it as he growled, “And when you answer me, you will call me Zeus.”

She swallowed hard. He pinched more until she quickly replied “Yes Zeus. I understand the 4 rules.”

He slipped the halter back over her breast and grabbed both her hands, pulling her to a sitting position. Her mind was still in race mode. She wanted to believe this was that dark fantasy she’s always had, that nobody truly knew about. Maybe if she made it that way in her head, this all wouldn’t seem so scary. Although, she felt very little fear in this situation. This “Zeus” character was going to do what he wanted to do, whether she feared him or not. Hell, if she enjoyed his game… it could end up that he becomes the victim.

He tells her to stand up, putting her hands in front of her. She still cannot see anything. It’s pitch black when she opens her eyes. And she has some trouble breathing with this hood covering her head. He ties a rope around her hands, pulling them together. And begins to lead her somewhere. Her feet are bare, he left her flip flops by the hammock. She steps on twigs and grass burrs and acorns. It hurts, but she keeps moving forward as he pulls on her rope. She’s familiar enough with the layout of her yard, he’s taking her to the house. Up the steps, the concrete is cool under her bare feet. He opens the door and a rush of cold air comes out. She doesn’t remember the house being this cold. Had she been outside longer than she thought? He pulled her into the living room, closing the door behind her. He stood in front of her, very close. She could smell him. His scent was unfamiliar to her. This raw, grainy smell. He dropped the rope, telling her to stand still, and reached behind her to untie her halter top. As he did, it fell down to her waist, exposing her from her hips up. He let out a deep breath as he grabbed both her breasts with his hands. She noticed now, how large his hands felt. Even more so than when they were outside. He squeezed them hard, pushing them together and into her. Then said “These will do, Scarlett. Now come with me.” And he grabbed the rope and pulled her into another room.

It was one of the guest rooms, not her bedroom. It was so cold in this room. Her nipples got instantly hard and tiny goosebumps covered her arms. He noticed this and chuckled. He let go of the rope again and put his hands on her hips, turning her into a position that he wanted her to be in. He said, “I am going to untie your wrists, but don’t do anything until I say. Do you understand?”

She replied, beginning to tremble because of the temperature of the room, “Yes, Zeus. I understand.”

Her arms to her side, she stood perfectly still. He stood in front of her again. Very close. If she weren’t wearing this hood, she would feel his breath on her face. His scent was getting stronger. It reminded her of fresh plowed dirt. His large hands moved to her neck, stalling there for just a moment. Then to her shoulders and down her arms. He was very precise in his movements. There was a purpose to how he was touching her. She displayed no fear, as she didn’t have any. Although, she wasn’t to the threshold of enjoyment of this either. She was just… there.

He moved his hands to her hips, and with one swift movement, had her completely naked in front of him. She took a deep breath, and instead of attempting to hide herself.. she stood proud in her nakedness. He couldn’t see her face… which meant he couldn’t see her light… or her dark. He couldn’t see the pain or the pleasure or the nothing or the everything. All he could see was her body. That is what he was after in the end, anyways, she thought.

He instructed her to step out of her bathing suit. She obeyed. As she stood there, she could feel his eyes drinking her in. His breath was becoming heavier. She listened as he took off his clothes. Then he stood in front of her again. He was aroused. Very much so. She felt his hard cock against her bare skin, just below her waist. This indicated that Zeus, was in fact, a large man. Her hands began to tingle. “What the fuck” she thought to herself… Do not reach out and grab it!

He instructed her to sit down. She was on the edge of the bed now. He then told her to scoot back and lay down, with her arms above her head. She did exactly that. The room was still so cold. And all she could see was darkness.

He tied her wrists to either side of the headboard, so that her arms were tight above her head. He then was next to her, standing beside the bed. His fingertips trailed over her naked body. He was inspecting her. Deciding what to do with his new found toy first.

He pushed the hood back, exposing only her throat and her mouth. There was a drawstring on the hood, so he was able to tie it to insure that it wouldn’t slip up her face. She was still hidden… but now, he could play more.

He straddled her chest, with his knees under her armpits. He was heavy on her and it was hard to breathe. She felt his naked thighs surrounding her. His skin was hot, clammy. And that grainy scent… it was still strong.

“Open your mouth, Scarlett.” He demanded. She did as he said, and she suddenly felt his hard cock on her tongue. He began to rock back and forth, fucking her mouth. He held the back of her head in one hand, as he guided his cock into her throat with the other. Tears started to trickle fro her eyes. His cock was huge. She was gagging and gasping for air. This large man was going to do all the things he wanted to do to her, and there was nothing she could do about it.

She tasted his precum oozing with every stroke between her lips. He then scooted down, just enough to fuck her tits. They still had tanning oil on them, and his weight was now heavy on her ribs and stomach. He squeezed her tits together, hard. His massive cock sliding between them, the tip of him banging into her chin. He said “open your mouth so you can suck the tip as I fuck your tits.” She did as she was told. Before she new it, she felt his thick cum spraying her mouth and her chest. He orgasmed all over her.

The darkness in her mind took over, as she thought “Are you kidding me? That can’t be it.” And then she had to refrain from a smirk showing on her face… he’d see that on her mouth. Maybe she will save that smirk for later. Let the darkness in, she told herself.

He shuddered for a moment, his cock still stiff. She felt him get off the bed. The listened as she heard movement around the room. She heard more than one person in the room now. He came back to the bed, a damp towel to clean up his mess. Then said “Not to worry, Scarlett. There is more where that came from.” She shivered. The room was still cold. The shiver wasn’t from the temperature.

He said, “I am going to remove this hood and you will be blindfolded. Do not open your eyes. Do you understand? You will want to breathe.”

“I understand, Zeus.”

He seemed to chuckle as she said it. He removed the hood. She kept her eyes closed tight. As badly as she wanted to see what was happening, she wasn’t sure what he was capable of.

With the blindfold, she could most definitely breathe better. He then wrapped his hand around one of her ankles, pulling it to the side of the bed. She felt the rope, and knew he was tying her down even more. She felt wetness dripping down her pussy lips as he spread her legs. It was pooling underneath her. He reached between her legs and slapped her clit. She could hear him smile as he said, “Well, I guess you are enjoying this too?”

She wasn’t sure if he was actually asking her a question, or was just making an observation. When she felt him quickly move to her face and his hands on her throat, she realized he was asking a question. “Did you not hear me Scarlett?”

“Yes. I heard you. You’re in control. Do what pleases you, Zeus.” She wasn’t about to verbalize to this enormous man that she was in fact very excited and feeling tremendous pleasure in this darkness.

He slapped her tits, then moved to the foot of the bed. She felt him standing there for several minutes. She wondering if he was taking pictures, texting his buddies, deciding what to do next… what was he doing. She heard another set of footsteps on the side of the bed, then felt the weight of another person kneeling beside her. This person began to tease her nipples with one hand, and she felt another hand slide between her legs. This person began to stroke her clit and finger her pussy, in a flawless motion… as if they were in her head and knew exactly how to touch her. Her mind was numb, yet felt every. single. thing happening around her.

She felt Zeus kneel on the bed between her legs. His huge cock, still throbbing hard, pressing against her lips. She heard Zeus say, “Make her cum with my cock.” The person beside her stopped stroking her clit and grabbed Zeus, the tip of his cock sliding up and down between her lips, over her clit. The faster this person stroked Zeus, the more precum oozed from his cock. She was in a puddle of juice now. She felt his large hands grabbing her tits… then one up to her throat as he slowly choked her. The person holding Zeus’s cock didn’t stop stroking her. She came… hard… all over him, the bed, the hand of the person playing this game.

Zeus growled, “Good work. Now, I get to fuck your Queen”.

He pulled the blindfold off her eyes, still kneeling between her open legs, and there was her prince. Her sweet, caged prince. Kneeling beside her. His caged cock leaking over her bare skin, his hand still wrapped around Zeus’s huge cock, covered in Scarlett’s orgasm. Her eyes were wide with indescribable pleasure. This was all him. He did this. For her. Then she looked at Zeus… this large, beautiful black man with a cock bigger than she’d ever seen.

“My Queen, I knew you needed to swim in the dark. It’s been pulling at us both. Tell me, are you surprised?”

 

 

 

 

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