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He folded the bandana lengthwise until it was a thin rectangular strip, which he solicitously placed under her knees. The ground was soft, but the cloth offered some meager protection from pine needles that littered the forest floor.
Her wrists were still bound, just like her ankles. He had her tied between two trees, with ropes looped around each trunk to keep her thighs spread.
Sunlight warmed her sunblock oiled back and upturned bottom. She shifted a little, uncomfortable in this kneeling position, but there was nowhere to go. Hardly any give in the ropes. All she could do was wait there, facing away, staring out into the brush and all that nature, listening to the sounds of him poking around the camp...stirring up the camp fire...cooking and grilling.
"Boys'll be back soon, so you should probably eat now," he said, startling her because she'd let her mind drift a little and hadn't heard him walk up to her at all.
He put a flat tin plate on the ground in front of her - cubes of barbecued meat and zucchini and soft baby carrots, bites of baked potato - and walked away again. But not before he squeezed her ass and smacked it, hard.
What was there to do, other than lower her head and put her face into this plate of food? It tasted pretty good, only the potato skins were a bit burnt. Her ferocious appetite made it even tastier. She'd used up a lot of calories, when they'd hunted her, and then later when she'd danced naked for them by the fire...when she'd crawled for them...when she'd kicked and flailed and struggled in her suspension, trying to evade their homemade switches...when she'd taken them into every part of her body long into the night.
He came back a bit later and squatted down beside her. He held the mostly empty plate up closer to her face and ordered, "Lick." So she'd cleaned it with her tongue until he was satisfied.
"You need to pee?" he asked, after he'd let her suck water out of a bottle.
"Yes," she said, licking her lips. "Please."
"Go ahead then. I like the way you look tied up like this, and so will the boys."
She was so thrown by this that she looked up at him, just a glance, but he caught her doing it and she quickly lowered her gaze again, staring at the bulge in his pants, made even more noticeable by how his jeans were pulled tight against his muscular legs. They'd told her this morning that she was a cockslave, she didn't deserve to meet their eyes as an equal, but that she should keep her eyes fastened on their cocks. But she was so shocked by what he'd just said that she'd forgotten the rule.
He didn't forget. He reached under her and casually captured her nipples, and crushed them between his fingers in punishment.
"Eyes. Down. Cockslave," he reminded.
"I'm sorry!" she shrieked, heaving, trying to get away from that pulverizing grip. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
He held on for an extra long moment and then relented. "Yeah," he said, continuing the conversation as if there had been no interruption. "Go ahead. We won't care. You're an animal, cockslave."
She shuddered.
"We feed you. You eat like an animal. You get fucked in the dirt and the grass like an animal. We keep you leashed. We cleaned you. We got a cage for you, too. There's gonna be times when you won't be able to talk...no using words, just making little animal sounds. You might as well relieve yourself like an animal, cockslave."
His warm hand touched her belly, slid slower, rubbing. Pressing down a little as he moved his hand in firmly gentle circles.
"Go ahead," he repeated patiently. "I'll take care of you after, cockslave. I want to see you do it, just like the animal you are."
She stared at that prominent bulge in the worn denim until she felt her bladder release. Then she squeezed her eyes tightly shut. But the tears still escaped.
Most of her urine splattered down, but towards the end, she felt the hot wetness trickle down her thigh.
He let out some sort of contented sound, a rumbly growl of pleasure, and then he was wiping her with brisk movements, running a cold sanitation wipe up and down her leg. She still felt soiled.
He patted her pussy and then murmured, "We can't seem to dry this cunt, can we?"
He took away the empty plate and the water bottle and left her there. He came right back though, to apply more sunscreen, which he rubbed vigorously into her skin, and then to force a rubber rod between her teeth that was attached to a tangle of leather straps that fit over her head in a tight harness. She could feel excess leather resting on her back. He had bitted her, like a horse, and she figured out that the leather trailing down her back, hanging off her side, were reins. She choked on the sheer indignity of this, and tried to close her legs to rub her thighs together, but of course that didn't happen. She was spread nice and wide, her ass and cunt pointed straight at the camp.
The boys came back right after, tromping back with, by the sounds of it, a successful fishing haul. Someone asked whether she'd been a good girl.
"Mostly good," he said. "Our cockslave needs more training."
"Shit, she looks fuckin' hot all tied up. How long she's been like that?"
"She can stay just like that until she's been ridden by each and every one of us," he answered. "Our cockslave's been fed and watered. It's been a pretty boring and quiet morning for her; she's ready for us to play with her. And boys," he said meaningfully, "we're not gonna need any lube with this one.
They came to her one at a time. As they took turns using her, she heard the spit and crackle of the fire, the sound of caps being popped off beer bottles, heard their crude commentary and congratulatory high fives and clinking their beers together. Felt their fingers clutching her hips, their hands cracking down against her ass, urging her to move back faster against their groins. When they weren't gripping the reins, making her arch her spine to keep her head back, when they loosened the slack and let her bow down before their conquering bodies, her hair swished back and forth in the dirt, the tangled ends picking up little leaves and a few twigs. They whipped her with the spare end of the leather reins. She felt their come oozing out of her cunt, felt well-used...battered, stretched. She panted and moaned, shrieked and howled, scrabbled at the ground in futile attempts to get away. She came, again, and again when she thought it was impossible.
"Jesus, she's a sloppy fucking mess." Someone slapped her ass cheek, made it wobble.
"I think I came so hard in her, she probably tasted it. Pumped what felt like a fuckin' gallon of cum in her."
"We gotta start stretching out that ass, give us another hole to play with."
"Use this," he said, sounding close.
She shook in her ropes, moaning feebly as he held her by her hip and pushed something cold and hard into her sore pussy. She shook her head, mumbled "Please, please no" because she was too fucking sensitive, but he only pumped the foreign object into her a couple times before easing it out again.
Then she felt the smooth, circular thing probing her anus. His thumb circled her swollen clit. She tried to rear up nowhere to go, of course and made a sound that sounded like a snort, or a whinny, or the outraged hiss of a cat. Sounded like an animal.
"Stop clenching, cockslave," he said, with that damnable patience. "This bottle's going up your ass for your own good. You want us to stretch you out here before you take us, believe me. And I promise you're going to love having us fuck you in the ass. Well," he mused. "Prob'ly not at first, but you will."
She tensed and clawed the ground under her hands 'til dirt caked her fingernails. She anxiously chewed the rubber bit as the slow, inexorable glide of the long-necked bottle was pushed into her rectum.
"That's it," he cooed. "You're taking it so good, cockslave. Just like that. Not too much for you, right? Don't it feel good?" As he said this, he pulled the bottle back out, the spiraled ridges near the top dragging over sensitive membrane. Pushed it back inside, deep. In and out.
She felt her head being drawn up as he tugged on the reins attached to the bit and the head harness. She found herself blinking up at the spread of branches and canopy, with the sky peeping through.
"There you go," he said.
It took her a moment, but she realized he'd somehow secured the ends of the reins to the bottle sticking out of her ass. If she tried to bring her head forward or lower it, she pulled on the bottle, forced it to wedge even deeper inside.
She whimpered, her heart beating like crazy at this new predicament. This new humiliating indignity.
His fingers caressed the column of her throat, the tenderness making her eyes sting again.
"What a perfect wild thing you are, cockslave," he said low in her ear, and then he gave her nipple a rude twist and pull, milking it, making her whimper even more.
BDSM erotica. Fictional characters over 18.
He folded the bandana lengthwise until it was a thin rectangular strip, which he solicitously placed under her knees. The ground was soft, but the cloth offered some meager protection from pine needles that littered the forest floor.
Her wrists were still bound, just like her ankles. He had her tied between two trees, with ropes looped around each trunk to keep her thighs spread.
Sunlight warmed her sunblock oiled back and upturned bottom. She shifted a little, uncomfortable in this kneeling position, but there was nowhere to go. Hardly any give in the ropes. All she could do was wait there, facing away, staring out into the brush and all that nature, listening to the sounds of him poking around the camp...stirring up the camp fire...cooking and grilling.
"Boys'll be back soon, so you should probably eat now," he said, startling her because she'd let her mind drift a little and hadn't heard him walk up to her at all.
He put a flat tin plate on the ground in front of her - cubes of barbecued meat and zucchini and soft baby carrots, bites of baked potato - and walked away again. But not before he squeezed her ass and smacked it, hard.
What was there to do, other than lower her head and put her face into this plate of food? It tasted pretty good, only the potato skins were a bit burnt. Her ferocious appetite made it even tastier. She'd used up a lot of calories, when they'd hunted her, and then later when she'd danced naked for them by the fire...when she'd crawled for them...when she'd kicked and flailed and struggled in her suspension, trying to evade their homemade switches...when she'd taken them into every part of her body long into the night.
He came back a bit later and squatted down beside her. He held the mostly empty plate up closer to her face and ordered, "Lick." So she'd cleaned it with her tongue until he was satisfied.
"You need to pee?" he asked, after he'd let her suck water out of a bottle.
"Yes," she said, licking her lips. "Please."
"Go ahead then. I like the way you look tied up like this, and so will the boys."
She was so thrown by this that she looked up at him, just a glance, but he caught her doing it and she quickly lowered her gaze again, staring at the bulge in his pants, made even more noticeable by how his jeans were pulled tight against his muscular legs. They'd told her this morning that she was a cockslave, she didn't deserve to meet their eyes as an equal, but that she should keep her eyes fastened on their cocks. But she was so shocked by what he'd just said that she'd forgotten the rule.
He didn't forget. He reached under her and casually captured her nipples, and crushed them between his fingers in punishment.
"Eyes. Down. Cockslave," he reminded.
"I'm sorry!" she shrieked, heaving, trying to get away from that pulverizing grip. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
He held on for an extra long moment and then relented. "Yeah," he said, continuing the conversation as if there had been no interruption. "Go ahead. We won't care. You're an animal, cockslave."
She shuddered.
"We feed you. You eat like an animal. You get fucked in the dirt and the grass like an animal. We keep you leashed. We cleaned you. We got a cage for you, too. There's gonna be times when you won't be able to talk...no using words, just making little animal sounds. You might as well relieve yourself like an animal, cockslave."
His warm hand touched her belly, slid slower, rubbing. Pressing down a little as he moved his hand in firmly gentle circles.
"Go ahead," he repeated patiently. "I'll take care of you after, cockslave. I want to see you do it, just like the animal you are."
She stared at that prominent bulge in the worn denim until she felt her bladder release. Then she squeezed her eyes tightly shut. But the tears still escaped.
Most of her urine splattered down, but towards the end, she felt the hot wetness trickle down her thigh.
He let out some sort of contented sound, a rumbly growl of pleasure, and then he was wiping her with brisk movements, running a cold sanitation wipe up and down her leg. She still felt soiled.
He patted her pussy and then murmured, "We can't seem to dry this cunt, can we?"
He took away the empty plate and the water bottle and left her there. He came right back though, to apply more sunscreen, which he rubbed vigorously into her skin, and then to force a rubber rod between her teeth that was attached to a tangle of leather straps that fit over her head in a tight harness. She could feel excess leather resting on her back. He had bitted her, like a horse, and she figured out that the leather trailing down her back, hanging off her side, were reins. She choked on the sheer indignity of this, and tried to close her legs to rub her thighs together, but of course that didn't happen. She was spread nice and wide, her ass and cunt pointed straight at the camp.
The boys came back right after, tromping back with, by the sounds of it, a successful fishing haul. Someone asked whether she'd been a good girl.
"Mostly good," he said. "Our cockslave needs more training."
"Shit, she looks fuckin' hot all tied up. How long she's been like that?"
"She can stay just like that until she's been ridden by each and every one of us," he answered. "Our cockslave's been fed and watered. It's been a pretty boring and quiet morning for her; she's ready for us to play with her. And boys," he said meaningfully, "we're not gonna need any lube with this one.
They came to her one at a time. As they took turns using her, she heard the spit and crackle of the fire, the sound of caps being popped off beer bottles, heard their crude commentary and congratulatory high fives and clinking their beers together. Felt their fingers clutching her hips, their hands cracking down against her ass, urging her to move back faster against their groins. When they weren't gripping the reins, making her arch her spine to keep her head back, when they loosened the slack and let her bow down before their conquering bodies, her hair swished back and forth in the dirt, the tangled ends picking up little leaves and a few twigs. They whipped her with the spare end of the leather reins. She felt their come oozing out of her cunt, felt well-used...battered, stretched. She panted and moaned, shrieked and howled, scrabbled at the ground in futile attempts to get away. She came, again, and again when she thought it was impossible.
"Jesus, she's a sloppy fucking mess." Someone slapped her ass cheek, made it wobble.
"I think I came so hard in her, she probably tasted it. Pumped what felt like a fuckin' gallon of cum in her."
"We gotta start stretching out that ass, give us another hole to play with."
"Use this," he said, sounding close.
She shook in her ropes, moaning feebly as he held her by her hip and pushed something cold and hard into her sore pussy. She shook her head, mumbled "Please, please no" because she was too fucking sensitive, but he only pumped the foreign object into her a couple times before easing it out again.
Then she felt the smooth, circular thing probing her anus. His thumb circled her swollen clit. She tried to rear up nowhere to go, of course and made a sound that sounded like a snort, or a whinny, or the outraged hiss of a cat. Sounded like an animal.
"Stop clenching, cockslave," he said, with that damnable patience. "This bottle's going up your ass for your own good. You want us to stretch you out here before you take us, believe me. And I promise you're going to love having us fuck you in the ass. Well," he mused. "Prob'ly not at first, but you will."
She tensed and clawed the ground under her hands 'til dirt caked her fingernails. She anxiously chewed the rubber bit as the slow, inexorable glide of the long-necked bottle was pushed into her rectum.
"That's it," he cooed. "You're taking it so good, cockslave. Just like that. Not too much for you, right? Don't it feel good?" As he said this, he pulled the bottle back out, the spiraled ridges near the top dragging over sensitive membrane. Pushed it back inside, deep. In and out.
She felt her head being drawn up as he tugged on the reins attached to the bit and the head harness. She found herself blinking up at the spread of branches and canopy, with the sky peeping through.
"There you go," he said.
It took her a moment, but she realized he'd somehow secured the ends of the reins to the bottle sticking out of her ass. If she tried to bring her head forward or lower it, she pulled on the bottle, forced it to wedge even deeper inside.
She whimpered, her heart beating like crazy at this new predicament. This new humiliating indignity.
His fingers caressed the column of her throat, the tenderness making her eyes sting again.
"What a perfect wild thing you are, cockslave," he said low in her ear, and then he gave her nipple a rude twist and pull, milking it, making her whimper even more.
(Continued in Part 2)