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In the Garden

I know what Eve is thinking.

She's thinking, "Just what is he going to do to me? Should I be afraid? Should I scream? Should I run? Should I just give in?"

The truth of the matter was that I didn't give a fuck what she thought. She was mine now, and I was going to do to her whatever the fuck I wanted to. And she was going to enjoy every minute of it.

I wondered if she really thought that she was going to stop me from having her. She should have known better. I can have her any time I want. No matter where she is, who she's with, even if she thinks she's alone, I'm going to be there.

Watching.

Waiting.

Like I was then.

She just made it too easy. Way too easy. The parking lot was dark, it was night. She'd been working late. She didn't think that I would know. That was her mistake. It was too easy to come up from behind her, put the gag over her mouth, and force her to drive us here.

But it would have been easier if she hadn't passed out from fear on the way here. She almost took us off the road. Good thing that I was paying attention. I got us over to the side of the road, got her out of the car, tied her wrists and ankles up, deposited her in the back seat, and drove us the rest of the way here.

Then, all I had to do was get her up here. Fortunately, no one saw me carry her ass up here. Once up here, it was easy to get her naked and tied up the rest of the way. Now, she's tied up against this tree, legs apart, collared, duct tape around her mouth, and blindfolded.

"And don't you look pretty now? All bound and gagged. Now, now, don't be afraid. I'm not going to hurt you. At least, not yet.

"You think that this is what you want? I know what your sick fantasies are. I've read your diary; you think that this is going to be just how you envisioned it.

"Well, I'm here to tell you that it's not going to be like that at all.

"It's going to be worse. Much worse."

I can see the fear in her eyes. But, this is what she wanted. She wanted me to do this to her. She wasn't getting this in the relationship that she was in. So, she found me. She told me what she wanted, and how she wanted it done. I asked her if she was sure, because once it started, there was no turning back.

Instead of a simple, "Yes," she dropped to her knees, took my cock out and sucked it until I came inside of her mouth. When she was done swallowing the last of my cum, she kissed me and said, "Does that answer your question?"

I said that it did, and told her that this would happen in the next week. I spent the week getting all of this ready. The location, the tools, the way I was going to get her in the parking lot, everything. It was all leading up to this.

And now, as I had said before, there was no turning back.

I put my hand around her throat and squeezed it tightly, getting her attention. This made her look me right in the eye. I could feel her pulse get faster and faster.

I kept my hand on her throat while I came right up to her face. She tried to close her eyes, but when she did, I just made my hand tighter, making her open them even wider. She eventually got the idea that I wanted her to keep them open.

I got right up next to her, and with my other hand, I reached down and started to play with her pussy. Roughly, not caring if she was wet or not.

"Bitch," I whispered to her, a look of complete evil in my eyes, "You're wet!" I tightened my grip and said through my teeth, "You're not supposed to be fucking enjoying this!!" and I released her throat and slapped her across the face.

I put my hand back on her throat while my other hand went up deeper into her pussy. I wasn't being gentle, and I could tell in her eyes that she wasn't enjoying how I was fingering her. I slid another finger into her and made sure to do it with as much force as I could. She squirmed as I kept sliding fingers into her.

Eventually, I managed to have four fingers in her. I let go of her throat so that I could concentrate on fingering her hard and fast. Her body was squirming all over the place and I could hear her muffled moans through the duct tape.

I could feel her pussy tighten around my fingers, so I stopped and withdrew my fingers roughly. She let out a small yelp of pain and her body stopped squirming. For now.

I reached into the bag that I had placed behind the tree ahead of time and produced a pair of nipple clamps. I made sure to let her see me open and close them before I put them on her nipples. They pinched them very hard, making her nipples stick out far from the center of her tits. Her muffled scream brought a smile to my face, and I made sure to let her know that it did.

"Yes, that's what I like to hear. That scream of pain and pleasure. It's what you long for isn't it?"

No answer. She just closed her eyes and shook her head vehemently from side to side.

So, I grabbed her throat again, and yelled, "Isn't it Bitch!!" and slapped her again.

There was the small glint of a tear from her eyes as she finally, but reluctantly, shook her head yes.

"I knew it. I've known it all along."

I undid the rope and, while keeping one hand in my grasp, turned her around so that her back was facing me. The clamps were still on her nipples and I "accidentally" brushed them while I was turning her around, sending more pain through them.

When she was finally tied back up, I roughly took the duct tape from her mouth. It left a red mark on her face. She spat at the feeling of having it removed.

I reached down, and took out the whip. It was my favorite one, with the tails having the nicest of knots tied at the end of them. The handle was rounded as well. But, I didn't tell Eve why it was like that. She would find out soon enough.

I went behind her, and wrapped the cords tightly around her neck. "Now the fun part. Are you ready?"

She could only manage a whimpered, "No. . ."

The cords loosened around her neck and soon after, the first stroke came down across her back. Eve let loose a scream that could only be heard as a release. With every stroke, the welts began to show up in all of their crimson glory.

Finally, it was time to let her know why the handle end was rounded.

I walked up to her, and whispered in her ear while I drew the handle end down the middle of her back, making sure to run it over every welt that I put on her back on the way.

"Do you know why the end of this whip is rounded Bitch? Do you??" as I pulled her hair, drawing her head against my shoulder.

She managed to stammer out, breathlessly, "N-n-no. . ."

I made sure to press the head against her tight asshole, circling it and making it seem that I was going to slide it in there. "Are you sure?"

"No. . . no, I'm not sure. . ." she knew what was coming. Or rather, she thought she knew what was coming.

I moved the handle up a little and shoved it deep into her pussy. She let out another scream.

I started to fuck her hard with it, making sure to take the entire length of it out before shoving it back into her pussy. When I was done, her pussy was going to be raw.

She was gasping in pain and pleasure when she felt something else. I had taken my cock out and was pressing it against her ass. I slid it into her as the same time I slid the handle up very deep into her pussy.

Her body tightened and she screamed out again at the feel of both of her holes being violated in such a manner.

Fucking her like this, it didn't take long for her to cum. And when she did, the feel of her ass tightening around my cock made me cum deep inside of her ass. After I pulled the handle out of her, I slid my cock out of her ass and watched as my cum started to drip from her hole, and flowed down her leg.

I untied her and she fell to the ground in a heap. I undid the rest of the ropes, and gave her something to drink. I tended to her welts with a warm cloth, and made sure that any other wounds she might have received were tended to.

Finally, when she was ready, I gave her some clothes to put on, and we walked back to the car. I had to help her a little down the hill that led to where we were, but we made it back to the car.

But, before we got in, Eve put her arms around me and began to weep.

"Thank you. . . for everything. . . I've waited so long for something like this. . .and you gave it to me. . . it's everything that I've dreamed of. . ."

She buried her face in my shoulder and I just held her for a few moments. Finally, she removed herself from me, and got into the car.

As I closed the door and made my way to the driver's side, I knew that this wouldn't be the last time I would lead Eve into her own personal "Garden."

Adam