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Early in the morning, he bound her wrists together in front of her and hobbled her ankles for good measure, giving her just about 12 inches or so of slack. He didn't mind the slow pace. Watching the jiggle in her tits and the shifting globes of her ass as she took each mincing step more than made up for it.
The camp was still quiet, snores coming from some of the tents, when he released her hands from the tent pole staked in the ground and pulled her out of pile of sleeping bags to her feet. He had her roped up again faster than she could form a thought. Then he competently helped her into her scruffy hiking boots, tying the laces with a flourish.
"Walk," he said.
He took her on the scenic route, so that when they got to the lake, she'd worked up a sheen of sweat, and her breath was puffing hotly on the crisp air.
"You can look at me, cockslave," he said, amused when she kept her face downturned, her eyes fixed determinedly on his cock, which had risen in fine form to salute her.
Red spots mantled her cheeks when she met his gaze. She held still as he knelt at her feet and removed her boots, then unwound the rope from her ankles, checking the skin there for signs of chafing. Taking the extra rope, he cinched it around her waist like a belt. Taking her bound wrists, he raised her arms up, higher, then over her head, until her elbows pointed straight up at the sky and her clasped hands were angled down. He tied her wrists off to the waist rope at her back, keeping her arms up high and out of the way.
He stripped his clothes off without any embarrassment, baring a hard, browned body.
"Let's go, cockslave."
She wanted to run, but what was the point? He'd taken her shoes off...she was tied up and naked. And even if she could evade him, which she doubted, all the boys back at camp were hunters.
She gasped at the coldness of the water. He stroked out a few meters ahead of her, treaded water for a bit, and then swam back. Her round tits were wet and buoyant, bobbing in the crystalline water, the nipples stiff and pointed. Naturally, he reached out and grabbed the pliant little peaks. She sucked in a loud breath, but there wasn't much she could do about it, without use of his hands. He pulled her to him through the water by her nipples, slid his hands down her eyes and lifted her, bringing her tits to his mouth. He sucked each bud one at a time into the hot cavern of his mouth, drawing on them with strong pulls that hollowed his cheeks, letting her feel the edges of his teeth compressing them in a velvet threat. Her legs moved slowly through the water, writhing, thighs squeezed together.
"Put your legs around me," he growled, and waited until she'd complied.
He put just the head of his cock in her pussy, and held her back when her hips reared against him, started to undulate. He shook his head slowly at her.
"No, cockslave. We use you. You serve our cocks. Not the other way around."
She was frozen with shame, and then she struggled a bit to get away, but he stopped her by wrapping his fist in her hair and tugging.
"You're going to suck me," he said. "Right here."
He had moved them to shallow water. But she'd have to put her face in the water to suck him.
"I'll help you," he said.
He had to, since she couldn't use her hands to easily submerge herself. Using his grip in her hair as his means of controlling her head, he guided her down, his cock twitching at the way she sucked in a breath of air, and then her face disappeared under the surface of the water and she took his cock into her hot little mouth.
She could only manage a few bobs before she had to come up for air. He pushed her a little, held her in place for just an extra beat or two before allowing her to surface. It didn't take him long at all to come. She was desperate and determined in her efforts, and the way she gulped for air before he pushed her down again and she engulfed his cock - it a wonder he didn't come in the first thirty seconds.
When he marched her back to camp, some of the other guys were stirring awake. They watched as he strung her up to dry between two trees. She was raised onto her toes, her torso elongated by the strain of her arms spread wide, high over her head.
One of the boys called out, "Someone put sunblock on the cockslave."
"I've got it," he said easily.
He did a thorough job of it. Touched her all over her body. Even between her toes. There wasn't a single bit of her that he didn't molest. By the end, she was hopping on the balls of her feet and her pussy was very, very wet.
Once that was taken care of, he fed her bites of scrambled egg and a couple rashers of crispy bacon.
After everyone else had woken up and eaten breakfast, it was time for more play with their new toy. They came at her with a bag of spring loaded clamps someone pulled out of their truck, and decorated the cockslave's tits with them. When the bag was empty and she was whimpering with pain, they lashed her with their belts, whipping her into a frenzy as she danced and swung and tried to evade their aim, making her scream whenever they managed to flick one of the clamps off.
They let her down after that, made her retrieve every single one of the clamps using her mouth. When she found one, she had to bring it to the closest person and kneel back to let him put it back on her body. They stuck to just her tits this time.
She crawled around, her body getting increasingly dirt-streaked, and in increasing pain as more clamps were added to her breasts. Towards the end, they ran out of room and resorted to closing the remaining clamps over the jaws of the ones already attached to her nipples, doubling the compression on those tempting teats.
They didn't remove them until after she'd given him his second blow job of the day the winner of their game, for having whipped off the most clamps.
"We're going to give you a choice today, cockslave," he said, as she knelt between his legs so he could remove the clamps.
She looked up at him, exhausted even though it was barely midday.
"Ready? Here are your choices: we go hunting again. You can wear your shoes, but that's all. You win if you're still free after ninety minutes, and you get to have a say in how you spend the rest of your time with us. But if we catch you in ninety minutes or less, you lose. If you lose, you become our bitch. Understand? By the end of this week, you'll forget what it was like to ever stand on two feet and speak. You'll be our little fuck puppy. The cage is your new home, and you're on a leash whenever you're outside of it. You'll hump whatever we want you to hump."
Her lips rounded in a silent O of shock...maybe horror. Maybe even desire.
"That's option one," he said. "Gotta say, a lot of us are hoping you choose option one. We like hunting, and we like dogs. Might be fun to have a little fuck puppy to play with."
"What...what's option two?" she asked.
He smiled. "Option two. If you don't want us to go hunting, then you turn around and put your face on the ground, reach back, and spread your ass cheeks real wide so we can have a good look at that tight pucker, and you say, 'I want to be your ass-girl.' And we fuck you in your ass for the rest of the trip. Your needy, drippy pussy is gonna be banned. We'll use your mouth when you're taking your enema and that solution's fucking your ass real good and cleaning you out for us.
"So. What's it gonna be? Option one? Or option two?"
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Continued from Part 1
Early in the morning, he bound her wrists together in front of her and hobbled her ankles for good measure, giving her just about 12 inches or so of slack. He didn't mind the slow pace. Watching the jiggle in her tits and the shifting globes of her ass as she took each mincing step more than made up for it.
The camp was still quiet, snores coming from some of the tents, when he released her hands from the tent pole staked in the ground and pulled her out of pile of sleeping bags to her feet. He had her roped up again faster than she could form a thought. Then he competently helped her into her scruffy hiking boots, tying the laces with a flourish.
"Walk," he said.
He took her on the scenic route, so that when they got to the lake, she'd worked up a sheen of sweat, and her breath was puffing hotly on the crisp air.
"You can look at me, cockslave," he said, amused when she kept her face downturned, her eyes fixed determinedly on his cock, which had risen in fine form to salute her.
Red spots mantled her cheeks when she met his gaze. She held still as he knelt at her feet and removed her boots, then unwound the rope from her ankles, checking the skin there for signs of chafing. Taking the extra rope, he cinched it around her waist like a belt. Taking her bound wrists, he raised her arms up, higher, then over her head, until her elbows pointed straight up at the sky and her clasped hands were angled down. He tied her wrists off to the waist rope at her back, keeping her arms up high and out of the way.
He stripped his clothes off without any embarrassment, baring a hard, browned body.
"Let's go, cockslave."
She wanted to run, but what was the point? He'd taken her shoes off...she was tied up and naked. And even if she could evade him, which she doubted, all the boys back at camp were hunters.
She gasped at the coldness of the water. He stroked out a few meters ahead of her, treaded water for a bit, and then swam back. Her round tits were wet and buoyant, bobbing in the crystalline water, the nipples stiff and pointed. Naturally, he reached out and grabbed the pliant little peaks. She sucked in a loud breath, but there wasn't much she could do about it, without use of his hands. He pulled her to him through the water by her nipples, slid his hands down her eyes and lifted her, bringing her tits to his mouth. He sucked each bud one at a time into the hot cavern of his mouth, drawing on them with strong pulls that hollowed his cheeks, letting her feel the edges of his teeth compressing them in a velvet threat. Her legs moved slowly through the water, writhing, thighs squeezed together.
"Put your legs around me," he growled, and waited until she'd complied.
He put just the head of his cock in her pussy, and held her back when her hips reared against him, started to undulate. He shook his head slowly at her.
"No, cockslave. We use you. You serve our cocks. Not the other way around."
She was frozen with shame, and then she struggled a bit to get away, but he stopped her by wrapping his fist in her hair and tugging.
"You're going to suck me," he said. "Right here."
He had moved them to shallow water. But she'd have to put her face in the water to suck him.
"I'll help you," he said.
He had to, since she couldn't use her hands to easily submerge herself. Using his grip in her hair as his means of controlling her head, he guided her down, his cock twitching at the way she sucked in a breath of air, and then her face disappeared under the surface of the water and she took his cock into her hot little mouth.
She could only manage a few bobs before she had to come up for air. He pushed her a little, held her in place for just an extra beat or two before allowing her to surface. It didn't take him long at all to come. She was desperate and determined in her efforts, and the way she gulped for air before he pushed her down again and she engulfed his cock - it a wonder he didn't come in the first thirty seconds.
When he marched her back to camp, some of the other guys were stirring awake. They watched as he strung her up to dry between two trees. She was raised onto her toes, her torso elongated by the strain of her arms spread wide, high over her head.
One of the boys called out, "Someone put sunblock on the cockslave."
"I've got it," he said easily.
He did a thorough job of it. Touched her all over her body. Even between her toes. There wasn't a single bit of her that he didn't molest. By the end, she was hopping on the balls of her feet and her pussy was very, very wet.
Once that was taken care of, he fed her bites of scrambled egg and a couple rashers of crispy bacon.
After everyone else had woken up and eaten breakfast, it was time for more play with their new toy. They came at her with a bag of spring loaded clamps someone pulled out of their truck, and decorated the cockslave's tits with them. When the bag was empty and she was whimpering with pain, they lashed her with their belts, whipping her into a frenzy as she danced and swung and tried to evade their aim, making her scream whenever they managed to flick one of the clamps off.
They let her down after that, made her retrieve every single one of the clamps using her mouth. When she found one, she had to bring it to the closest person and kneel back to let him put it back on her body. They stuck to just her tits this time.
She crawled around, her body getting increasingly dirt-streaked, and in increasing pain as more clamps were added to her breasts. Towards the end, they ran out of room and resorted to closing the remaining clamps over the jaws of the ones already attached to her nipples, doubling the compression on those tempting teats.
They didn't remove them until after she'd given him his second blow job of the day the winner of their game, for having whipped off the most clamps.
"We're going to give you a choice today, cockslave," he said, as she knelt between his legs so he could remove the clamps.
She looked up at him, exhausted even though it was barely midday.
"Ready? Here are your choices: we go hunting again. You can wear your shoes, but that's all. You win if you're still free after ninety minutes, and you get to have a say in how you spend the rest of your time with us. But if we catch you in ninety minutes or less, you lose. If you lose, you become our bitch. Understand? By the end of this week, you'll forget what it was like to ever stand on two feet and speak. You'll be our little fuck puppy. The cage is your new home, and you're on a leash whenever you're outside of it. You'll hump whatever we want you to hump."
Her lips rounded in a silent O of shock...maybe horror. Maybe even desire.
"That's option one," he said. "Gotta say, a lot of us are hoping you choose option one. We like hunting, and we like dogs. Might be fun to have a little fuck puppy to play with."
"What...what's option two?" she asked.
He smiled. "Option two. If you don't want us to go hunting, then you turn around and put your face on the ground, reach back, and spread your ass cheeks real wide so we can have a good look at that tight pucker, and you say, 'I want to be your ass-girl.' And we fuck you in your ass for the rest of the trip. Your needy, drippy pussy is gonna be banned. We'll use your mouth when you're taking your enema and that solution's fucking your ass real good and cleaning you out for us.
"So. What's it gonna be? Option one? Or option two?"