The Cuckqueen: The Date
Dan is Korean, well-built, with close-cropped black hair above a broad open face set with piercing brown eyes. He is dressed for a date in a nice black leather jacket, white turtleneck, and dark blue jeans.
He looks at himself in the mirror, adjusting a few stray hairs with a fine comb. Finally satisfied, he gives himself a nod, then turns and walks out.
His fine shoes gleam as he steps into the attached garage and walks around the red convertible charger. He raps his knuckles idly on the trunk, then slides behind the wheel. He puts a bouquet of flowers in the passenger seat, attaches his phone to the dashboard, then glances in the mirror. "Let's have fun!" he says with a grin. The engine roars to life, and he pulls out onto the street, into a darkening city evening.
Dan starts up the GPS guide to check his route, then taps a contact to call. It rings twice, then is answered. "Hello?" a woman's voice responds, clear and full.
"Hi, Kathy, I just wanted to doublecheck that we're still on," Dan calls out cheerfully.
"Yeah, I'm almost ready," Kathy says. "Where are you?"
"I'ma on the road," Dan says. "I'll be there in about five minutes!"
"Great, see you then!"
Dan hangs up the call. "You're going to love this!" he says with a grin, glancing back over his shoulder as he drives.
He soon pulls up before a small apartment building, easing into a reserved parking spot. Turning off the engine, he reaches over to the passenger seat and takes the bouquet of flowers. He puts them to his nose and takes a loud sniff. "Ah! I'm sure she'll love these!" he says out loud. He chuckles, then clambers out of the car. He leans against the hood, holding the flowers before him.
He doesn't have long to wait; after about a minute the door of the building opens and a ravishing blonde steps out - she is about average height, with long curly locks tumbling over her shoulders and down her back; she has a brown jacket open to show a tight red dress that shows off a curvy figure. "Are those for me?" she asks with a chuckle, approaching Dan.
"Yes they are, sexy lady!" he declares loudly, straightening up and holding the flowers out to her.
"She laughs, then accepts. "They're beautiful!" she declares.
Chuckling, Dan walks to the passenger side and opens the door for her.
"Thank you," Kathy says, sliding in.
He eases the door shut, then walks around and gets in himself. A moment later, the engine comes to life once more, and they start away.
"So where are we going?" Kathy asks, leaning back in her seat, luxuriating in the cozy leather seat.
Dan glances at her with a grin. "It's a surprise," he tells her.
She shoots him an arch smile. "A sexy surprise?"
Dan grins back. "For a sexy lady?"
"Ooh," she says with a grin, intrigued. "I can't wait!"
Dan grins, glancing in the rearview mirror.
They drive for a few minutes, exchanging a little witty banter, then Dan sees the sign. "Close your eyes," he says.
"What?" Kathy says.
"Close your eyes," Dan says again. He shoots her a grin. "Trust me."
Obediently, she closes her eyes, leaning back in her seat.
"Are your eyes closed?" Dan asks.
"Oh, they're closed tight!" she declares.
"Good." Dan turns the wheel, driving into a McDonald's drive through. "Yes, sir, can I take your order?" the bored teenager says over the intercom.
Kathy opens one eye, glancing sidelong at Dan and the illuminated menu out his window. She turns to face him, opening her eyes wide. "You're taking your first date to a drive through?" she exclaims.
"Oh, no!" he insists with a guileless look. "But we need some supplies! what do you want?"
Kathy shrugs. ". . .I'll take some chicken tenders and fries."
Having ordered and received some supplies, Dan drives them onto a major roadway that leads further out of town - soon the lights of the city are behind them, and he takes them off the lighted pavement and onto progressively more minor road, until he pulls off the road onto a grassy knoll overlooking an empty field.
"So. . ." Kathy says slowly. "Is this where you take your victims to bury the bodies?"
"Usually, yes," Dan quips back. "But in your case, that would be a terrible waste of beautiful material."
She smiles at the compliment. "Okay, but why are we here?"
Without answering, Dan reaches out to his dashboard and hits a control: with a whine of electric motors, the top folds back, letting the warm summer night air roll over them. He manipulates another control, and his seat leans back. He glances over at Kathy. "Put your seat back," he tells her.
A little doubtfully, she does so.
They sit reclining in their seat, looking up at the darkening skies as stars begin to appear. Reaching over, Dan opens up the bag of food and passes Kathy hers.
"Thanks," she says. "But I don't -wow!" she exclaims, as a shooting star arcs overhead. "Is that-"
"Yeah," Dan says with a smile. "There's a meteor shower tonight - I wanted to share it with you."
Kathy turns her head to look at him with a smile. "That's so sweet!"
Side by side, they watch shooting stars, some big, some small, some flash for an instant, others are across the heavens while they enjoy their food and talk, sharing personal stories, jokes, even a few random trivia. But the night gets colder as time goes by; they both close their jackets against the night as they finish the last of their fries.
Dan looks over at Kathy. "Are you cold?" he asks.
She nods. "A little."
He reaches over and confidently puts his arm over her shoulders - she hesitates for a moment, then lean toward him, letting him pull her close against his firm body. "How's that?" he asks, then glances in the mirror.
"Mhmm. Nice," she murmurs.
The shooting stars come fewer and fewer, and the nights get still colder, until Dan closes the top of the convertible and starts the engine up to take Kathy home.
A little while later, Dan pulls to a stop outside Kathy's apartment building and shut the engine off.
They sit in silence for a moment.
"I had a great time tonight," Dan says.
She looks at him and smiles. "Me too." Kathy hesitates. "You know, I don't usually do this, but- do you want to come in?"
Dan grins, glancing toward the back, then back at Kathy. "I'd love to," he says.
Kathy smiles, then climbs out.
Dan likewise clambers out of the charger. "Wait a minute!" he calls out to Kathy. "I have one final surprise!"
She waits patiently while he goes to the trunk and pops it open.
Inside the trunk, concealed from view, a woman looks up blindly and moans softly: a hot Latina, her juicy body is covered in perspiration so her naked skin shines in the dim light, her dark hair is plastered to her face; the hot steamy air of the trunk rolls out and she shivers as the cold night air rushes into the confined trunk, brushing over her naked skin; her already-hard nipples stab the air.
Her juicy body is contorted by the bonds that hold her: her legs are folded until her ankles press into her tight bottom, her legs each bound with rope binding them in place; a thin rope is tied around her waist and down between her soft thighs; her arms are bound behind her with rope binding her wrists together; still more rope forces her elbows to touch behind her, pulling her soft body into a rigid pose, her full breasts thrust out before her. She lies on her side, so Dan can see the crotch rope is tied to her wrist bonds; she twitches helplessly, and he see the thin rope dig into her soft flesh; her fingers are wrapped with duct tape to ensure she can't get out. The crotchrope rope is soaked with her sweat and the juices that ooze from pussy, bespeckling her thighs and gleaming in her dark pubic patch. Her full breasts are swollen and purple, compressed by multiple rubber bands wrapped around the base of each. She turns her head blindly, her eyes hidden behind a sleep mask; her voice is muffled to a soft moan by the tape that is wrapped over her lips, and the stuffing behind it that makes her cheeks bulge.
She whimpers softly, her voice so muffled that even with the trunk open, Dan can barely hear her. "Hello, dear," he says with a wicked chuckle. "Enjoying yourself?"
She moans softly and squirms weakly, her soft thighs brushing together around the object within that buzzes softly within her soft and helpless body; she lies almost still otherwise, worn out from hours in the trunk, hours of helpless struggles, hours of forced pleasure, hours of shame and humiliation of hearing her man romancing another woman.
"I'll take that as a yes," Dan chuckles, reaching down past her to grab a wine bottle and life it away. He gives her a caress on her naked flank which she raises her head at, whimpering pleadingly. "No, you little slut," he laughs softly. "You lie here and imagine what she'll be doing to me while you lie here abandoned and alone!"
She moans, her helpless body quivering, her thighs grinding together; he chuckles and grabs one rock-hard nipples to give it a pinch, getting another moan as he straightens up, slamming the trunk shut, locking her away back alone in darkness.
Kathy grins as Dan walks back around the car, the wine held out for her. They link arms, and as she leads him away he spares one final thought for the sexy dame he leaves behind: he doesn't understand what his woman gets out of being a cuckqueen, but from his point of view it's one hell of a kink!
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This story is a bit of an experiment, to see if I can do something almost Hitchcockian: Hitchcock once said something to the effect of 'Tension is watching people do something ordinary, and knowing that a bomb is ticking down to explode.' I wanted to try something like that, only with a kinky twist
Now you know what was in the trunk the whole time I'd like you to start over from the beginning, then tell me how you think the story feels.