Slave Ranch: The Ultimate Solution to a Sexless Marriage

Chapter Two-3

It wasn’t as if Heidi wasn’t s****l.

Physically she was a natural beauty. In fact, Heidi Sands could have been a sexy Playboy cover girl with her knockout figure, her long blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes. But she dressed modestly, in conservative clothes that showed very little of her natural assets. She rarely revealed any cleavage – which didn’t make Trevor happy at all. Propriety – and a heart-to-heart talk with her mother when she first showed signs that she inherited her mother’s generous endowment – had taught her to modestly contain what was so attractive to men.

But in spite of her modest attire and her cool behavior toward her husband, behind closed doors and in the secret place of her own thoughts, Heidi lived in a highly erotic world of her own design. This very precious world in which she played was filled with raw and wicked fantasies that she deemed too evil to dare mention to her husband. Dreams of bondage, capture, rape, s****l slavery and punishment. Pretty intense stuff for a naïve young woman with very little s****l experience. But she’d been dreaming of these things since she was a teenager. In her private moments when Trevor was away from the house – she couldn’t dare get caught – she’d spanked herself after tightly binding her body with rope, finally getting so hot and so horny that with a little rubbing of her c******s, she’d get off. She felt ashamed of her lewd behavior, but it did prove that she was not the uptight woman Trevor claimed she was. Of course, he’d never know that. Never. She saw no way for them to bridge the great s****l divide that turned their marriage into an unreasonable standoff. He’d called her frigid more than once and she wanted to prove to him wrong. But how? Her natural juices just never seemed to engage when he was cuddling up to her. When he was mad he got aggressive, but it was never in the ‘good’ way that the heroes in her fantasies used to turn the bratty Heidi into a good girl. If he’d only take her over his knee and spank her maybe everything would change, but she couldn’t bring herself to even suggest such an idea.

Heidi sometimes mused about having an affair, or advertising for the kinky s*x she needed on one of the Internet personals. She loved browsing the really nasty b**m websites that mimicked her own kinky fantasies, but she was too chicken to take any action that might compromise her character in public. She wasn’t brave enough to initiate an affair, and she didn’t dare post a picture of herself to one of those sites. She had a lot to lose if she compromised herself that way. Heidi came from a big Connecticut family with an impeccable pedigree that needed to be protected at all cost. In exchange for a life with plenty of money in a bottomless trust fund, she was bound by an unwritten family oath to keep her behavior toeing the line of decency. This put her in an impossible predicament considering the verboten fantasies that came to her so naturally. She often thought that she was cursed.

For all these reasons, when Trevor decided to take the summer sabbatical to New York City, Heidi was inwardly overjoyed to have a long stretch of days each week without her husband’s s****l demands to complicate her life. She pleasantly declined Trevor’s offer to follow him there, saying that she had too much to do at home. Which was really true. They had just recently purchased the old house and she was taking on an entire redecoration, which meant that there were designers, installers and workmen coming nearly every day. The couple put up a good front when they were together, pretending that it was going to be hard not seeing each other every day. But inside they craved the time away. Why kid themselves in private? They were both pleased with the arrangement. It was only for the summer. Maybe the weekly separation would work on Heidi’s s****l libido, they hypothesized in secret. Maybe she would open up when he came home in the fall. Maybe.

And yet, after the first six weeks, Heidi’s frigid behavior in bed hadn’t changed. She’d be free as a bird to pursue her naughty exploits in private, and by the time the weekend rolled around, she’d be feeling so sexually satisfied that she couldn’t care less about satisfying Trevor.

Heidi did wonder what Trevor was doing with his powerful libido when he was in New York. Was he being faithful? Or were there whores and one-night stands to take care of his lust? Maybe he jacked off a lot. Whatever he did to quell his own inner beast, something kept him reasonably satisfied away from home because he didn’t ask for much when he arrived late Friday night. There might be a little lackluster s*x on Saturday nights, but not very often. Trevor had even given up his morning hard-ons. Which was just fine with Heidi.

One midsummer afternoon, Heidi had been busy picking out new drapery for the den with the decorator. The woman was just about to leave when the front doorbell rang. She thought it might be the workman who’d come to seal the new slate floor in the entry. No. That wasn’t right either. He wouldn’t be there until the following day.

When Heidi opened the door, she found a man standing on her doorstep that she’d never seen before.

Wanting to be on her way, the decorator rushed by the pair with a smile and a wave, leaving Heidi alone with the strange man. With so many strangers coming to the house in recent weeks, she wouldn’t normally be concerned about another unknown face, but there was something about this man that was immediately alarming. He was maybe five feet ten, with a compact body, dark hair and a firm face that was curiously appealing. Dressed in jeans and a clean t-shirt, he looked just like another workman. However, a surprising shiver of want suddenly passed through her s****l body, which made this workman different from the others that came to her door.

“May I help you?” she asked, politely.

“Craig Smith. I’m with the fireplace company. Your husband contacted me about replacing the old fire box.”

“Oh, but I told him that we weren’t going to do that.”

He shrugged, sort of smiled. “It might be a good idea if I looked at it. Mr. Sands seemed pretty concerned about the safety of your old unit.”

“Well, I guess.” She was a little deflated at the prospect of standing around while the man inspected the fireplace in question. She’d planned to spend the rest of the afternoon pleasuring herself. Kinky bondage thoughts had been rebounding through her body since she browsed one of her favorite websites before the decorator arrived. “It’s this way.” She turned around, and the man moved inside the house and closed the door behind him. As he followed her into the living room, Heidi felt a strange burning in the middle of her back, something creepy and unwholesome, and, if she’d had the time to really examine the bizarre surge of feelings, she would have realized that it was intensely erotic. The guy was damn good-looking in a rough, redneck, blue collar way, that she accepted…but why did this one in particular make her feel so weird?

The creepy feeling did not quit. Even the hair on the back of her neck stood on end! All of a sudden the man was so close behind her that she could feel his touch and smell his breath. She seized up and was about to whip around, but his arm was around her throat and in his free hand was a shiny knife that he held before her face.

“Ohmygod…” she quietly gasped, afraid to move.

“Not going to hurt you, Mrs. Sands,” a deep, gravelly voice came back. “But don’t you dare make a move.” In the next breath, she was shoved over the back of the living room couch. His firm hand was on her ass, massaging one ass cheek and then the other, going and back and forth until she was nearly delirious with fear and arousal.

Oh, dear god! This was really happening. Like her fantasies had come to life! The man was going to rape her!

What had she done? Had her kinky fantasies been psychically brought to life? Had she invited the assault? Was that even possible?

As her panic grew, the rough massage got more intense – so intense that she could feel her body’s wild reaction, and the s****l feelings starting to gain in strength. She tried to push them away, but the rape was happening much too fast for her to take control of her rampant feelings. So out of control that she felt almost drunk. After a time, the hand that worked her into this flustered frenzy of arousal began to inch up her long skirt until he could explore between her trembling thighs. His fingers moved into the heated valley and found her p***y wet and ripe for s*x.

“Now look what I’ve found here,” he exclaimed. “The modest little heiress is a randy little bitch.”

“Oh, please! Please don’t!” she blurted out, now that he’d finally broken the frantic silence.

“Stop? Why? When we’re having so much fun?”

His fingers eased their way into her fired up p***y and she involuntarily clenched her inner muscles around them, damming herself for the slutty reaction. Then he pressed his thumb to her anus and began to push on the delicate membrane.

“No!” Her entire body seized up and she tried to right herself.

He immediately pushed her back down.

The knife had disappeared the moment he flung her over the couch, but it reappeared now before her face in his free hand.

“This could do a lot of damage, Mrs. Sands. That pretty face, I wouldn’t want to ruin such a treasure.”

“No, no! Please don’t hurt me. I’ll do anything…anything you want.” She was breathing too hard and fast to be sane or rational.

“Good. How easy was that now, huh? You just stay calm.” He stroked her bare flesh soothingly and her panic seemed to ease off. “Now look at me.”

She bit her lip as she turned her head and peered into his dark and brooding eyes.

“All you need to do, Mrs. Sands, is let me do what I’m doing now. You relax for me and we’ll get along just fine.”

“But how can I relax?” Tears began to well up in her worried eyes.

“Oh, I think you’ll find a way.” He spoke real sweet and soothingly.

She tucked her head, refusing to look at him again, but now he moved in even closer, so he was breathing down her neck with a masculine energy pouring out of his body, giving rise to sensations as potent as those in her fantasies of dominant men. His hand continued to tease her most private places, his thumb bearing down on the tight opening of her anus. An unwanted feeling rose from that place. She’d always ignored the sensuality there, refusing to allow her body to feel pleasure from such a base part of herself, but there was no way to ignore the incredible feelings that rose there now. They rushed on her so fast and so powerfully that her body unwittingly churned against the man’s probing digits.

“That’s it, Mrs. Sands,” he purred in her ear.

A steady rhythm was building in her body, aided by the pistoning action of the strange man’s probing hand.

“Please don’t do this!” she pleaded with him.

“Shush,” he came right back, while his tongue began to lick her earlobe behind her ear then travel down her neck.

All this was too much for her to take and she lost control as the man’s thumb finally slipped inside her rectum and he began to f**k her hard with his hand ramming her like a c**k. She knew that she couldn’t stop her orgasm from exploding, it was on her so fast that her body spasmed, the pleasure sweeping through her, wild and savage, like nothing she’d ever felt before. Almost as if she passed out, Heidi lost consciousness for several seconds and when she finally came back to life, her attacker was still beside her, though his hand had slipped from between her legs. She looked to the side, seeing the gleaming knife just inches from her face. She cringed in fear again.