Bar Harbor In Winter - Sex Stories

Bar Harbor In Winter

... Maybe you're right. I thought of something more civilized. And more effective. He motioned to the rope that was ubiquitous anywhere I lived. "Tie her up and get her out to the car." In an instant, it seemed, Tony had tied my wrists behind me. They hustled me down the back stairs, my nightie still pulled down in front, baring my tits, my legs and feet bare, out into the thirteen-degree Fahrenheit cold and snow. There were at least six inches of snow in the parking lot that I was forced to walk through in my bare feet.

"Oh, my God!" I let out as soon as they opened the outside door. It was freezing cold and I felt the wind cut through my almost naked body. "Oh, my God!"

"Keep your mouth shut, Sister, or we'll gag you!" I could have screamed, but I was too afraid of what they'd do to me if I raised an alarm. And Al was right, no one would dare interfere. They pushed me into a grey sedan, in the back seat in between Joe and Tony. The seat was freezing against my bum, clad only in a thong, if you can call that clad. I could feel the ice cold upholstery on my back through my nightie as they pushed me into the middle of the seat. But I couldn't believe I was really being kidnapped. What a trip!

Al got in front in the passenger seat next to a driver. We backed out onto West Street and incredibly headed TOWARD town, down the snow-banked street past the Bar Harbor Club, motels, and stores, then right up Main Street, snow piled high in spots along the gutter, one lane each way ...

... lined with stores on both sides. And there I was in the back middle seat with my bare bosom prominently displayed and my hands tied behind my back. Soon we were up the hill, past Mt. Desert Street, and headed out of town. Now fresh snow was everywhere. I was freezing my ass off even in the car in between two large people. But I was still turned on.

I didn't let myself think about where we were going or what they might do to me when we got there. We bore left onto Schooner Head Road, along past frozen snow-filled fields, out past the crossroad at the overlook and the park entrance, and on into the Schooner Head parking lot above Sand Beach, the lot of course deserted and unplowed in mid-winter. We pulled in and parked smack in the middle of it. There was a single plow width cleared and a foot of snow otherwise. The men all got out and pulled me out with them into the foot of snow and freezing cold and wind off the ocean. For the first time I didn't feel so turned on.

"Bring plenty of rope, Joe." He did. Normally I love being tied up but now I pleaded for mercy. The wind was fierce even though we were surrounded by trees in the parking lot.

"Oh, God, no! Please don't do this to me." I was already almost numb with the cold. My feet did go numb in the snow, halfway up to my knees. The men even struggled in their boots. They dragged me off toward the path to Sand Beach. I screamed for help but of course we were alone. By the time we got to where we could see the beach and ...