It was very quiet in the cab of the truck. Sugar looked a bit too focused on her driving and
Silk just stared out the window at the blackness. Who knew it would be so awkward meeting like this.
Sugar looked frustrated. Every once in a while she would glance over at Silk searching for some clue
of what might be going through her mind. Silk just kept her eyes fixed. She wanted to say something, but
she felt weird about this now. The evidence that they were total strangers lay thick between them.
"So is this how it's going to be?" Sugar finally cut through the silence.
Silk turned to look at her and gave a shrug, then looked back out at the ghostly shadows of the wilderness
that flew past. This only frustrated Sugar more, and to that Silk had to grin with pleasure.
There it was, the first promising spark. Sick as it was, this is how things went between them.
Sugar sighed and squinted her eyes in displeasure.
She almost wanted to pull over and tell her guest to get the fuck out, then drive off.
Maybe if she left her on the side of the road for half an hour, then came back? That would
get things off to a dandy start! After all, this was a woman who she sometimes wanted to drive a fork through
the eyes of, and other times wanted to fuck her stupid. It was very conflicting, but neither wouldn't have it another way.
"Where are you taking me?" Silk asked, feigning disgust. "You live on dairy or something? It smells like cow shit out here."
Sugar ignored her as she slowed the truck down a bit to take the first right. She quickly
glanced over at Silk as she did this, and Silk was looking back at her, waiting for a reply- her eyebrows slightly arched.
"Well?" She persisted. Sugar just grinned and and fixed her gaze back on the road.
"Cunt." Silk muttered. "What was that?" Sugar asked. Silk just sat there with her arms crossed as though she were going to
pout now. Sugar's grin widened. The road they were now on was all dirt and gravel. It flared up on all side of the vehicle, making
visibility very hard. There was no signs of life anywhere. Silk took note of this finally, and started to feel a bit uneasy.
"Seriously, where are you taking me? There's nothing out here!" She tried soften the panic that was rising in her voice now.
"Relax. Don't you trust me?" Sugar asked, not hiding for a moment that she was beginning to enjoy this. "No! Of course I don't!"
She said with a laugh.
"No matter; you'll have to trust me at this point. You'll never find your way out of here without me."
She was right about that. They had to have been driving for at least 45 minutes since leaving the outskirts of town.
Silk was along for the ride whether she liked it still or not.
5 minutes passed in silence again, and then Sugar took another right, then a sharp left. A tiny light shown out in front of them
at last. "We're almost there now." Sugar reassured. Silk breathed out a sigh of relief, and loosened her grip on the seat belt.
Her hands felt clammy and she wiped them off on the seat. Sugar took notice of this, and felt a sense of being the one holding
all the cards. She also felt a little like she could have maybe been a bit more pleasant during the drive here.
Silk's nerves made her feel kind of bad for her. But that feeling was quickly swept away, once she pulled into the driveway of
the small cottage she had all made up for the two of them, and was replaced by anticipation of Silk's reaction to the little
hide-away.Silk was a little reluctant to get out, but she didn't want Sugar to have all the advantage, so she shrugged it off and got
out as though she were totally fine now.
Sugar was already making her way into the cottage, and just from where Silk stood, she could make out that most of the light coming
form inside, was from a fire going in the hearth. It was a dying fire, but it was enough to keep the main room nicely lit, and warm.
Silk felt a bit disoriented by this cottage hide-away and the lit up fireplace. It almost seemed romantic. Sugar went right to work
chucking wood into the fireplace to get it going stronger again. As she did this, Silk surveyed the rest of the main room.
It was cozy and old fashioned, with antique furnishings. Nothing like what she had pictured Sugar taking her to. Maybe there was a hidden cellar door, and
and tomorrow she would wake up chained to some Chinese torture device.
To the right of the fireplace was a great big easy chair that looked out of place, and next to that, was a small window that peaked out to a dark world, only
half-lit by a pale moon that illuminated weakly through a thin haze of clouds. Silk shivered a little. "Take a seat." Sugar offered.
"Get comfortable and I'll get a couple of beers for us." Silk couldn't help but smile. This was so strange and off from what she
had anticipated. She felt a little bit of warmth creep into the middle of her, but she didn't let it spread. She needed to keep her
guard up just a little while longer. She took her seat by the window. The chair was the most comfortable she had ever sat in!
"Whose place is this?" Silk finally asked, even though usually she liked to keep most things shrouded in mystery- including her
lovers. She couldn't help but wonder, and she felt that there was a lot more to Sugar than she ever dared to know.
"Let's not ask questions tonight." Sugar replied as she walked over to her carrying two frosted mugs with rich, dark liquid in them.
Silk was a little relieved that they weren't champagne glasses with pink bubbly shit in them. The mugs seemed more Sugar to her.
Just then, the wind kicked up outside, and gave the night an even spookier feel to it. Sugar sat on the floor in front of the fireplace, and
pitched another piece of wood in. Now the awkwardness was back and filled the entire room up.
Who would make the first move? The spark that was there earlier- that little ember of sexual frustration that fueled them here, was out.
They sat in silence for a few minutes more, and then Sugar got up and said: "Oh fuck it! Come on..." She urged as she held out her hand for
Silk to take. Silks eyes widened a little, but she welcomed the gesture and stood up. Sugar said nothing more. She just turned and pulled Silk
With her as she walked passed the quaint little kitchen straight out of an old western novel, and into a tiny bedroom.
"Let's just start this already!" Sugar said eagerly, as she swung Silk in the direction of the bed. "Aww, Darling. Is the romance over already?"
Silk said with a cheeky grin. Sugar pulled her close... "Kiss me." She replied. Suddenly things got real. Silk said nothing. Her face became
serious, and she drew close to Suger's lips without hesitation.
Her hands trembled a little as she moved them around her waistline. This was still not at all what she had pictured in her head, but for some reason
it still felt very intense. "What do you want me to do to you?" Sugar asked. "I want you to fuck me." Silk replied. "No, bitch... I want you to tell me
how you want this to go down?" Silk paused and a look of confusion took over. "Never mind." Sugar hissed. "I know what you need."
She walked over to the wardrobe, opened one side, and pulled out some barbed wire. "Woa! what the fuck is that for?" Silk pleaded.
"What? This isn't your kind of romantic?" Sugar didn't wait for an answer. She grabbed Silk's wrists and began quickly binding them- the barbs digging
into her flesh instantly. "Ouch! CUNT!" Silk screamed out in anger. "That's better!" Sugar replied. Silk took her wrists up, and raked the barbs across
Sugar's face, making a nice clean gash across her left cheek. Blood streamed down her face and her neck very fast. it began to soak her shirt.
"You fucking brat!" Sugar screamed back. "You want this to get ugly? Do you?" Sugar hissed. Silk just started laughing, as Sugar shoved a knee hard into
Silk's crotch. Silk gasped before falling onto the bed, and curling up in pain. "Aww... did that hurt you baby?" Sugar taunted.
Silk was starting to think this was all a set up now. Maybe her imagined chinese torture scenario wasn't far from the truth.
Sugar climbed up on the bed, and pulled a fistful of Silk's hair until she was arched way back now. She tried to spit in Sugar's face, but
it missed and got her on the right shoulder. The gesture was enough though. This was on now. Sugar knew this meant she was going to have to push
the envelope as far as she could if she were going to get submission out of Silk. She had no problem with this.
"Spitting is so unladylike, Silk.You need to learn better manners!" Sugar jerked Silk's face closer to her own. "Make nice and kiss me so I can forgive you."
Silk reared back like a wild horse. No way was she going to kiss this crazy bitch now! "Come on baby, don't make this harder than it has to be. Just submit."
"Fuck you!" Silk hissed. "I'll never submit to you!" Sugar paused for a while and just stared at her. She wasn't really sure how to tell if this was going well
or not. With Silk it was never easy to know for sure. She decided the best thing to do was to keep it rolling. If things got
so ugly that it looked like there would be no way to save it, she was prepared to be the one to submit, say her sorrys, and make up.
"I think you will submit. I think you're dying to have me force your will." Sugar said at last.
It was hard for Silk to do this. She felt like Sugar was mocking her and possibly just wanted to toy with her for a good laugh. Paranoia set in, and
she let it get the best of her for a while. "I'd rather drink piss than to submit to you!" She replied. Her face was bright red at this point.
Sugar laughed at the thought, and offered to test that theory. "Let's get a glass and see if you really would drink my piss!"
"I mean, wouldn't that be far more degrading though? Why is the thought of submitting to me, so hard for you?"
Silk's face softened a little, as she seemed to ponder this. Both women were out of breath and sweat glistened on both their faces.
Sugar moved her body closer now, and began to pull at Silk's shirt as a gesture of: Let's take this off. "No." Silk said firmly.
But Sugar did not take head. She reached over her to the nightstand at the head of the bed, opened the drawer, and pulled a pair of scissors out.
"No!" Skilled yelled once she saw the scissors in hand. "I have to do this." Sugar said sweetly. "I won't be able to get your shirt off with your wrists bound."
She stated frankly. "Then unbind my wrists." Silk pleaded. "Not until you submit." Sugar replied. Silk thought about this again.
What if that's all she had to do? What if she just caved in, and all that happened is they had a mind blowing fuck, and nothing more?
It was so hard. Why was it this so hard? Sugar gripped the scissors firmly and began to cut away her shirt before she could protest again.
She then cut the center off her bra, and slid the straps off. Silk closed her eyes like shy girl. She drew her wrists close to her chest to tuck her
breasts behind her arms. "No." Sugar said, and pulled her arms away. Her nipples grew hard, inviting Sugar to touch them.
She gently pushed on Silk's shoulders in an effort to get her to lay back. Her body obeyed. Sugar began to kiss her way up Silk's stomach until she got to her tits, then
paused, looked up at her before proceeding, and asked one last time: "Will you submit?" Suddenly it didn't seem so hard anymore. She knew she was safe.
Sugar didn't want to hurt or trick her- it was all part of the fun. She nodded her head yes, and closed her eyes once again to show that she was caving in. Sugar stared at
her in disbelief for a few seconds. That was it? She submitted already? Sugar unbound Silk's wrists which were bleeding a tiny bit- nothing near what how her face was bleeding.
"We don't need these anymore, do we?" Sugar asked sweetly. "No." Silk replied. Sugar eagerly pulled Silk's leggings down and.....
Oh.. I'm sorry. Did you think I was going to let you watch Sugar and I fuck? hahaha! Maybe next time. :D