The Sound by EASYD It was just after nine that early summer evening when Johnny first heard that interesting, oh so faint, sound. It was almost too vague for him to be sure where it was coming from. There it was again. He tilted his head slightly to follow that faint sound. There was no mistaking the urgent nature of that muffled female cry, faint as it was, followed by a faint desperate woman's voice pleading and crying. Johnny stopped and listened again looking nervously around. He had climbed the Johnson's chain-link fence in the dark twilight as a short-cut to the park and he knew he wasn't supposed to be here. He lived just on the other side of the green expanse. The Johnson's big green house backed up to the park and there was a small break in the tall wall where it was easy to climb, rather than go around to the "official" side entrance. It was a short-cut he took only after dark for it was well known that Mr. Johnson did not like trespassers. Johnny found himself in a meditation garden with paths and bushes winding in dark shadows. Light from a half-moon hinted at the proper route to the back of the property but Johnny stood rooted, frozen by that desperate cry carried like a summer whisper....so faint that he wondered if he had imagined it. Automatically he checked the Hi-8 video camera slung on his belt to make sure it had not gotten lost in the climb over the fence. There it was again, a muffled gasping sound from inside the house...then another scream...very faint from the same location. Then silence. There had been a desperation to that cry. Johnny Madison's eyes widened and he moved closer to the house carefully negotiating the shadows. In all his seventeen years he had never heard such an agonized scream of female pain. He could feel his penis engorge with blood. His pulse raced. He moved closer to the wooden patio deck and stood behind a tall cypress bush, a shadow behind a shadow. He heard Mr. Johnson's hard laugh. Close. Very loud to ears tuned to pick up the slightest sound. "I'm going over to Sam's for a drink, Sarah. You have one hour to think about the rest of your punishment when I get back...and I won't as easy on you as I have been." There was the sound of a male chuckling loudly to himself . It must be Mr. Johnson. He thought. And then he heard the garage-door opening. There was the sound of a car door opening and slamming closed. In seconds the car's engine had started and then it was gone. The garage door closed behind the departing vehicle. One hour. He's gone for one hour. Johnny stood rooted to the spot behind the sentinal cypress for several minutes. Nothing stirred. He heard no sound at all. What the hell was going on? He would never have heard that scream except he had been so close. Far away a siren whooped for ten seconds then the velvet night was quiet once more. He wasn't sure what he was going to do or why. It was as if somebody else controlled his hands as he reached for the latch of the patio door. It was locked, of course. He looked around. The door to side of the attached garage was wide open. Surprised, he approached the dim rectangular opening and slipped inside. The dark garage interior was very dimly illuminated by a street light shining through a side window. The door into the mudroom of the kitchen opened with a loud click. Startled, Johnny froze for several heart-beats. Nothing happened. No lights flashed on. He started breathing again and moved forward. The floor creaked. There was a faint sound, and then silence. It seemed to be coming from below. Johnny walked across the large kitchen. He noticed an open stairwell and started down into the darkness stepping quietly carefully silent. At the bottom he felt for the light switch and decided against turning on a light. He felt in his pocket and pulled out his little pen-light. The dim light of the pen-light showed a typical basement with shelves, boxes, magazines and a very sturdy-looking door with a sturdy wooden cross-bar. Beside the door, a white board was mounted bearing the legend "MONDAY 60 lashes LEVEL 2" written neatly with a red marker. Johnny approached the door, his heart thumping. His foot kicked something small and metallic. It clattered. He heard a faint sound from the other side of the door. Johnny remained silent and clicked the light off. He lifted the cross-bar keeping the door closed by feel...and opened it. The heavy door opened smoothly with no sound. The first thing he noticed was the warm moist air that enveloped him as he opened that sturdy door. There was the musty smell of sweat and ...something else....and a woman's perfume. The darkness was blacker than anything he could remember. He turned on his little light with an audible click. Johnny stared at the naked woman tied spread-eagled before him. Her eyes were taped closed with black tape. She reacted to the feel the cool air coming from the open door on her damp body by gyrating her hips. A ball-gag was strapped tightly into her mouth behind her teeth. Her lips formed over the red rubber ball and a little saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth. "Mmmmpphhhhuuuunhhhhh" She protested. Johnny stared at the woman's naked form revealed in the dim light of his flash-light. He reached back behind his left shoulder and encountered a light switch right where it should be. He flipped the switch up and was rewarded by a flood of light. "Mmmmphhh". She said, again. She knows a stranger is looking at her naked body! The idea of her helpless knowledge excited him. So....what can you do about it, Mrs. Sarah Johnson? This was the beautiful Sarah Johnson... completely naked and tied in a most wonderfully vulnerable position. A young man's sex-dream come true. He took out his camera and inserted a new tape from his pack. I'll never edit this tape. He thought. There were hot pink welts on her breasts, stomach and legs. She had been whipped! Johnny felt another surge in his loins. This was certainly beyond his experience but not beyond his fantasies. Whatever purpose he'd had, any logical thought at all, evaporated in the heat of his lust as he looked at her suspended body. He raised his camera to eye-level and began recording her in magnificent detail on his magnetic tape. He did not make the amateur's mistake of taking too many close-ups although he spent considerable time examining her slender well-separated thighs. Sarah's wrists were firmly held in fur-lined cuffs that kept her arms at a forty-five degree open angle spread and inviting. The cuffs were locked with small laminated padlocks to cables attached to the ceiling joists. In fact she was, for all practical purposes, hanging from those wide-spaced wrist-cuffs because each of her ankles were chained to a two inch square post eight inches high and embedded in the concrete floor five feet from each other! On top of these little posts Sarah Johnson was trying to find some support with her small bare feet. Her toes curled down and she tried to stand with the small square cross section of the post under the ball of her little foot. She found just enough relief to make it worth trying to maintain her balance despite the effort. The play of her thigh muscles high on the inside of her legs pulled the lips of her shaved pussy open slightly providing a tantalizing glimpse of tender pink inner tissue. Johnny documented all of this. Carefully he showed how much pressure she could put on each foot...he recorded the sliding muscles under the soft smooth skin on the inside of her upper thighs as she tried to balance. He focused on the small bead of sweat that formed on her breast just above her nipple and followed it down and down to her flat belly and finally into her navel. After a while he put his camera down. Johnny approached Sarah's bound body almost reverently. He was a kid in a candy store...and the covers were off all the jars... open for him to take whatever he wanted. And he wanted it all. All of her. Why not? Was it not a delicious situation? She could not see him nor could she say anything. She could not say yes or no. She could not protest...at least not much...just enough to be exciting. She was aware of him, he was sure. Yet she was a conscious girl deeply agonizingly aware of her own vulnerability...right here! Open...moist...smooth and soft...and mine for as long as I want! First he wanted the feel that smooth skin. He reached out with both hands and gently cupped her breasts. She shook her head helplessly as he gently rolled the tips of her nipples between thumb and forefinger. He felt the smooth satin skin under her nipples and poked the soft flesh slightly. He pinched her nipples and pulled up on her breasts then let them go to watch them bounce. He did it again as she rotated her head from side to side and then up and down as violently as she could to communicate her objections to his intimate manipulations of he flesh. Well, Sarah. If you want it a little rougher, we can do it that way. He grabbed both breasts brutally kneading her breasts harshly and almost pulling them off her chest with his exuberant play. "Mmmmmppphhhh!" She protested through her gag. Johnny continued his mauling twisting manipulations, happily silent and content when she moaned loudly from his ministrations. He reached down between Sarah's wide open thighs and fingered her slit. She struggled madly. Her efforts were exciting and violent but in vain. She's so wet down there! She's really hot! She rotated her hips away from his questing fingers but her followed her open thighs easily and dipped his fingers deep into her pussy. "EEEMMMPHH!!" She didn't seem to want him doing that...yet she pushed her pussy forward as if wanting more. Johnny unbuckeled his jeans and pulled them off as well as his jockey shorts. He was so ready! His prick stood at rigid attention! He stepped up to Sarah's open body and attempted to stick his rampant prick up her cunt. The spread-eagled woman cambered her hips back and denied him. "Mmmpphhh!" Johnny smiled and reached around her slim waist. Carefully he put his hands on each cheek and pulled her ass-crack open...and then he stuck his middle finger up her tight little ass. She "EEEEKed" through her gag and cambered her hips forward completely involuntarily. His engorged prick slid into her warm tight pussy just like the piston of a hydraulic ram, powerful and smooth. God! She felt so good! He held her there for a long moment, dynamically impaled on his prick from the front with retreat effectively blocked by his strong finger up her ass. Her pussy muscles grabbed his prick in helpless invitation. He was way too far inside her...to stiffly rampant for her to be able to squeeze him out. She just made it better and tighter as he moved slightly inside of her. He slid easily out and then in. This was true male power! My prick is inside this beautiful woman and I slide a little out and then I invade again....and I retreat and then invade. Each time I withdraw I tease her and myself. Can you stop me from coming back? Can you stop me from invading you...can you stop me from implanting my hot sperm in your helplessly receptive womb? Johnny felt his prick enlarge with that final rush before ejaculating...he plunged deep into her open cunt and held her fast as she struggled. She mewed through her gag knowing what that final swelling inside her meant. She would take into her cunt whatever the unknown stranger would inject there. She wailed in dispair but only a high hum made it past her gag. She tried once more to push his invading prick out of her pussy only to have it slide easily into her even more deeply. And then she felt the hot pumping flow deep deep in her belly. She slumped in complete and total defeat knowing his seed was irretrievably inside her. Knowing that she was helplessly and incredible fertile...and that she could do nothing to stop the biological train of events. Perhaps it was meant to be. Afterwards Johnny cleaned Sarah's suspended body very carefully and, having never said a word to the blind-folded woman, he made his way out and continued on his way.