Slave Ranch: The Ultimate Solution to a Sexless Marriage

Chapter Two-2

“You okay?” a slightly worried Roxanna called up the sweeping staircase.

“Think I’m sick, Roxy, otherwise I’d be screwing your ass right now, either that or giving you the licking of your life.”

That was the last she heard from him that night. If fact, there was nothing said the next day about the boy in the foyer. Tony went along like nothing was wrong, so why should Roxanna care about being faithful? If he’d said something, come on like a jealous husband, maybe things might have changed. Maybe. But she got the distinct impression that Tony wanted his freedom as much as she enjoyed hers. Why bother being the good wife?

Entering Mario’s that night, Roxanna sat at the bar and ordered her usual Margarita, sipping it slowly while seductively eyeing the clientele and squirming on the bar stool. She let her skirt slowly ride up her creamy thighs. She didn’t wear stockings. She didn’t wear panties. Although her feet were neatly tucked into a pair of strappy gold sandals with spike heels.

“Well, honey, ain’t you a sight to behold?” the man’s drawl made her squirm a little against the leather barstool. Oh, and that deep voice, the macho bravado. How quickly her charms had worked that night. But was he worth looking at? she wondered before she saw his face.

She turned slightly as the man moved in on her right side, and stared up at a pair of clear blue soulful eyes under thick dark lashes. “Gabe Kostas, and you?” He raised his glass of Scotch and took a sip.

“Roxanna,” her whole body tittered as she spoke. She was instantly mesmerized. His dark and swarthy good looks frightened her as much as they made her inner body turn excited somersaults. She really hadn’t planned on screwing anyone that night, but for this hunk, she’d make an exception. She certainly liked what she saw: his thick disheveled hair, the firm face, the muscled body, the exotic charm. She figured he must have been Greek, and she was a sucker for Greek men. Yes, she’d really have to change her plans. “So, what are you up for tonight, Mr. Gabe Kostas?” she asked, coyly twisting her straw in her drink.

He smiled back. “Well, that really depends,” he replied as he moved in beside her. The warmth from his body made hers come alive down below.

They spent the next half hour sizing each other up with seductive small talk so pregnant with innuendo they both knew where the night would lead. When he finally leaned in and kissed her lips, it was a soft assumptive kiss that led to more. Although first, she broke away and smiled, her eyes capturing his, while her hand ran along his thigh toward his crotch. Her lips parted slightly and sought his for a long lingering kiss. It might have gone on for hours if Mr. Gabe Kostas hadn’t, suddenly, taken her hand and pulled her off the barstool, leading her toward the bar’s front door. Roxanna followed him close as they thread their way through the crowded bar, until she slowed him down with a gentle tug.

“And just where are you taking me, Gabe Kostas?” she asked.

He turned back and moved in closer, putting an arm around her with his hand dropping to her thigh, then rising under her skirt and squeezing her naked ass cheek. The crowd around them barely noticed the intimate fondling, since scenes like this in Mario’s were just part of the ambience for a pick-up bar.

“Hotel across the street,” he answered. “Isn’t that what you want?”

“But so fast?” She c****d her head looking childishly sweet.

He chuckled underneath his breath. “I think what you really mean is, am I going to f**k and run?”

“I didn’t say that.” She smiled demurely. “But what are your intentions, anyway?”

“Intentions?” he grinned slyly. “If you haven’t figured it out by now, then you’re not as smart as I thought. I was thinking we could take of the s*x first, then talk later.”

Usually Roxanna was the more forward one in a seduction. But Gabe Kostas seemed to have everything under his control, including her. He had a way about him that made this sudden entanglement a little too scary to be comfortable, moving at the speed of light with a dexterity few men in Roxanna’s world exhibited. She could do vile things with this man and would have no means to stop herself, and that was frightening. But she certainly wasn’t putting on the brakes. Her body was raw with lust and her brain on the fritz, totally ignoring any signs of danger as he led her across the street to his hotel room. They kissed at the open doorway of his room, his hands roving her voluptuous breasts and squeezing her plump, round ass until she shrieked a little from the ferocity. He finally backed away, pushed her inside the room and closed the door, taking a good long look at her alluringly disheveled body. What he saw he must have liked because he practically threw her to the bed, then climbed on after her, settling in-between her legs as they opened to receive him.

His body moved against her with his groin sinking into hers, the sudden pairing becoming combustible and savage. She was instantly frantic for him and unable to restrain her s****l impulses, her arms going around his torso, her lips locked in furious battle, her groin rising to meet his and praying she’d be filled with the c**k she felt pulsing hotly against her p***y. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew this man was trouble. She felt her vulnerability keenly on that inner level – Gabe Kostas remained fully clothed, while she was nearly naked with her dress around her waist, her breasts exposed and any sense of control having completely unraveled. But there was no fixing things now. She’d been breaking her own rules right and left since she spotted Gabe Kostas in the bar, and there was no way to back off now. Fact was, she wanted him and she’d take the risk.

The fury of their coupling went on for several minutes, Roxanna becoming more heated the longer they kissed and groped. She desperately wanted to even the playing field: his clothes off and his c**k inside her p***y, pounding her to a passionate climax. But for all the vigorous foreplay the man was slow to take the next step. Then, quite abruptly, he seemed to slow down, saying something really strange, “Too bad I can’t f**k the merchandise.” He went right back to kissing Roxanna’s sexy lips.

The warning bells went off, something told her to back off. But before she could act on her intuition, he made an unexpected move and flipped her over to her belly. His hands ran the length of her body in the strangest foreplay she’d ever experienced, though it did nothing to squelch her flaming desires. She let her mind drift again, losing herself in the pleasing sensations, but when she found her ankles being bound, and then her arms pulled back and her wrists securely fixed with rope, she finally came to enough from the erotic stupor to realize that something was dreadfully wrong.

“What the hell are you doing?” she blurted out. Gabe Kostas moved away, leaving her in an excruciating hogtie with her bound wrists tied to her bound ankles.

“What? You don’t like a little extreme foreplay?” he joked.

No, she didn’t like it one bit. “What the goddam fuuuuuu…” she started to scream but she didn’t finish because the man had just shoved a large ‘O’ ring behind her teeth, effectively gagging any means of speech but unintelligible grunts and groans. The ring had rope tethers attached to each side that pulled back around her head where they were tied off.

Then Mr. Hot Stud was off the bed again, looking down at the sassy redhead’s flashing eyes.

“Ooo, you are mad at me.” A twisted snicker of satisfaction tugged at one corner of his mouth. “I’ll bet you’d kick me in the balls if you could.” Her green eyes smoldered. “Some chicks get really hot when they’re mad. I bet you’re one that f***s like a rabbit when you’re pissed off.” He stared at her and shrugged. He was suddenly calm, cool and collected; any sign of s****l arousal had vanished. “Like I said, too bad I can’t f**k the merchandise. But I’m betting you’re worth the wait.”

Roxanna could barely believe what was happening – this certainly had nothing to do with s****l foreplay. The truth hit her like a ton of bricks, turning her hot body ice cold in seconds. Tears streamed from her heavily made-up eyes, saliva dripped from around the gag and down her chin, and her shoulders were beginning to ache from the strain on her muscles that the awful position produced. Seeing Gabe Kostas move around the room through the filter of her tear-filled eyes she worried if she’d survive this night alive. And nothing that he did in the next few minutes allayed her fears.

From the closet, he pulled out a leather bag about eighteen inches by two feet, then withdrew a much smaller leather case, one he could hold in the palm of his hand. Roxanna’s eyes widened as she watched him withdraw a hypodermic needle from inside the small case and carefully filled it from a medicine bottle. He tapped the needle, making sure that there were no air bubbles in the syringe. Roxanna’s fear deepened with each ominous move, her heart rate increased, more tears streamed down her face. She squirmed, even though she knew that she was totally helpless to improve her situation.

With the hypodermic ready, Gabe Kostas turned her way. By now, the teal dress was scrunched up, and he had only to pull the skirt back a little further to expose the creamy white of her plump ass cheek. He squeezed the flesh, enjoying the feel of her tight and youthful skin, and watched it redden when he let go. A second later he swabbed a spot with disinfectant cloth and he jabbed the needle into her flesh with Roxanna looking back in horror.

When he backed off, he spotted the woeful tears in Roxanna’s eyes.

“Hey, don’t worry, you’ll be okay.” His smile seemed strangely fuzzy. “You’ll wake up in a few hours, everything will be just fine.”

Her heart had been pounding so rapidly that she thought she would explode, but then, almost like magic, everything in the near universe began to slow to a crawl. Her eyelids grew heavy. Her breathing calmed. She saw Gabe Kostas put the case away, then pull a gleaming knife from his leather bag. By then, she was too delirious to cringe in fear, but her mind recorded the fear nonetheless. He moved in close. “No one’s going to hurt you…I promise” she remembered him say as he began to cut away her favorite teal dress…

In Connecticut…

Trevor and Heidi Sands lived in a pretty brick house on a narrow tree-lined street close to the university where Trevor taught 19th and 20th century English literature to graduate students. The semester was out for the summer and Trevor had taken a short sabbatical, going to New York City to teach summer classes at NYU as a visiting lecturer. It was a plum deal for him that looked good on his resume and gave him a little freedom from his wife during the week. She’d be staying at home the majority of the time. Although he planned to go home every weekend, he soon began looking for excuses to stay in the city.

Heidi could have easily traveled to New York, but she too, enjoyed the respite from her marriage, although this was something she admitted to no one. There’d been a strain between them for some time. After three years of marriage, Heidi would have thought that her husband’s amorous intentions would have cooled in that time. But no. He was always trying to shove her into bed for s*x. He wanted it daily, sometimes twice, and could get pretty mean when he didn’t get what he wanted. She’d learned to suffer through his regular nighttime routine, but she hated it in the morning, when he rolled over in bed with a hard-on and pulled her from a sound sleep. More recently, he’d been encouraging her to suck his c**k or take it in the ass. She hated the thought of both with a passion that made her instantly recoil the minute he got that telling gleam in his brown eyes. Just to satisfy his curiosity, she’d tried both, and had not changed her mind about either of those disgusting s****l practices. She put him off as long as she could and only occasionally, but very reluctantly, relented. While she gave tacit consent, her body seized up cold as ice for the duration of the ordeal, until he finally finished and she could crawl away. Certainly, he could feel her growing disdain for his pushy ways, but he really didn’t seem to notice, or if he had noticed, he didn’t care.