The Dark Woods & Other Bondage Stories

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They were picking their way down a low hill when Amy stumbled and fell, landing on her side with a pained grunt. The man holding the end of her leash gave it a yank to get her up. It hurt, but she just lay on the ground, her eyes closed, whimpering. She didn’t think she had the strength to get up, let alone take another step.

“What’s the problem?” the trail man came up and poked at her ass with the butt of his rifle. “Get up, bitch.” Amy kept her eyes shut. She felt him prod her again, harder. She was past caring. Let them shoot her, right here and now, as long as it ended this walking torture. Her feet were bruised and sore, and her leg muscles ached from trying to walk on her toes.

“Hey. Hold up.” She heard the gravelly voice of the man who held her leash. She lay still.

“Why?”

“Maybe she just needs a little rest. Maybe even some water.”

Amy fought to keep her eyes closed. The mere word ‘water’ reminded her just how thirsty she was. They’d stuffed her mouth with a balled-up cloth that seemed to absorb all of her saliva. She thought of just one big swallow of cool, cool water and groaned.

“Hey.” She felt a boot nudge her shoulder, almost gently. “Hey, b***h, open them private eyes.” His companions chuckled at the lame joke.

She opened her eyes, twisting her head to look up at her captors warily. The man holding her leash had a canteen in his free hand. It was uncapped. He waggled the canteen so that she could hear the water sloshing inside. Then he tipped it just enough to dribble a little of the water onto her face, making her blink.

“You thirsty, b***h?” he asked.

Amy nodded slowly. Was he really going to let her drink, or was this just some new form of torture?

“You’d really like a swig of this, right?” he asked. He let a few more drops fall, onto her leg this time. Amy nodded again, not so slowly.

“You promise not to scream if we take the gag off?” he asked. “Not that there’s any chance of anybody hearing you.” She could picture him smiling behind the mask he wore. They were so far into the woods by now that she believed that if she screamed no one really would hear her. She nodded wearily, hoping that they were actually going to have a little mercy on her.

They lifted her up off of the ground and made her kneel. She lifted her head and kept still as they peeled the tape off. They did it slowly. It hurt, and she couldn’t help whimpering. When she spat out the wad of cloth in her mouth she saw that it was one of her panties. She took in a long, deep breath through her opened mouth, licked her dry lips with an only slightly less dry tongue, and looked up at the canteen expectantly. She made no attempt to scream.

“Not so fast,” her handler admonished, wagging a finger at her. “You really, really want a good, long drink, right?”

Her mouth still open, Amy nodded eagerly. Maybe this was just going to be another kind of torture, but still, there was hope.

He squatted down in front of her, looking into her eyes. “Okay, then,” he said. “You want it so bad, what are you willing to do for it?”

Amy looked from him to his two companions and back again. She felt chilled by the question. The men seemed deadly serious. What would she do for that water?

“Come on,” he urged. Now he sounded almost friendly. “Answer the question.” He shook the canteen again.

Amy swallowed with difficulty. Her mouth was dry. Her throat was dry. If she tried to say anything she was sure that the only sound she would make would be a raspy croak. They would laugh at that, no doubt, and she really didn’t want to have to beg them for a drink, no matter how desperately she needed it, wanted it, craved it. But she was also sure that they wouldn’t give her any water unless she said something…or did something. Miserable, weary, sore and scared, she tried to think.

She looked up at her captors again. Then she slowly and carefully bent over forward until the tip of her nose was almost touching the ground. She turned her head and lowered her cheek onto the leaf litter of the forest floor. Then she raised her ass, moving her cuffed hands up and out of the way. They were going to f**k her sooner or later anyway, weren’t they? She arched her back to accentuate her submission and closed her eyes, waiting for the rough hands that would tear away her panties. They were going to f**k her sooner or later anyway, weren’t they? Nothing happened.

“She learns fast,” the rifleman observed.

“Yeah,” Amy’s handler grunted. “But she’s getting’ too far ahead in her lessons.”

What did that mean? Amy didn’t have long to wonder before she felt herself being hauled upright by her leash. The cold, hard links of her collar started to dig into her neck, so she didn’t resist, even though she had a strong feeling that she wouldn’t like what they had in mind. The man holding her leash made no move to bring the canteen closer to her lips.

“That was pretty good,” he said. “You seem like a real eager type. But we’ll get to that part later, bitch.” He placed the canteen carefully down on the ground and let go of the end of the chain before he stood up. Amy had a sudden, desperate urge to run. It was gone before she could even begin to move. There was no chance that she could escape them, even if she wasn’t still barefoot. Her handler stepped closer to her. She was sure that she knew now what the price of a drink would be. Her stomach churned, and she felt like retching. She tasted bile at the back of her throat. As the man began to unfasten the fly of his loose-fitting camo pants she started to draw back from him. He reached out and seized a fistful of her hair, stopping her. She fought down panic. She wanted water. She needed water. All she had to do was one very simple thing, something she had done before, and they would give her water. Her stomach still churned.

His c**k looked as thick as her wrist, and it wasn’t even fully erect yet. He took it in his free hand and aimed it at her mouth.

“Come on, b***h,” he said almost pleasantly. “You know how this works. Open up.”

He came closer, and Amy could smell musk and sweat. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth for him. A moment later she felt the head of his c**k pushing in past her dry lips, across her tongue. She wanted to pull away, to spit him out, but that wouldn’t get her any water. She whimpered faintly. He tasted salty.

“That’s it, b***h,” he said. His voice sounded soothing now, as if he was trying to coax or reassure a frightened animal. Well, that wasn’t so far from the truth. He pushed himself deeper into her mouth until he hit the back of her throat. Amy’s eyes flew open. She managed to pull back a little with a sudden jerk, coughing and gagging around his c**k. She felt his grip on her hair tighten.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” he crooned. “I’ll do all the work. I promise we’ll train you better once we have time.”

“Mmmmfff?” Amy couldn’t form any words with her mouth full, but she shot him a questioning, worried look. He took her head in both hands and began to f**k her mouth, holding her securely in place. He went slowly at first, and not as deeply as before. Amy could feel him swelling and hardening in her mouth. She began salivating in spite of her thirst. She tried to block out the sensations, closing her eyes and hoping that it would be over soon.

It wasn’t. He kept on f*****g her mouth, pushing in a little deeper with each thrust, threatening to make her gag again. She began to cough and sputter and drool. That kept breaking his rhythm, but he didn’t seem to mind. He’d just start all over again. Amy whined and whimpered, sometimes with her eyes open, more often with them shut tight. She strained at the handcuffs that fettered her wrists behind her. She could hear the other men chuckling as they watched. How many other women had they done this to?

He kept thrusting away, harder and faster now, but not so deeply as to make her gag. She tried her best to accommodate him, trying to concentrate on the wonderful, cool water that would be her reward. And then he erupted into her mouth, down her throat, hot and thick and salty. She couldn’t move her head at all, but her body writhed and strained to get away. Fluids dribbled down her chin. His grip never loosened, and she felt him spurting into her mouth again and again, groaning loudly each time.

When he finally let her go, Amy slumped over onto her side on the ground, coughing and sputtering. Some of his semen had gone up her nose, she was sure. The men just stood around, watching, until she’d recovered a little. Then they hauled her up into a kneeling position again. she had a sudden fear that she’d have to serve the other two men as well. Instead, her handler held the canteen to her lips. She gulped the water greedily as he tipped it up for her. Some of the water escaped her lips and flowed down her chin. It wasn’t as cool as she’d imagined it, but she didn’t care. She drained the canteen and settled back on her haunches with a sigh. She licked her lips, searching for any lingering drops, and tasted saltiness. She felt short of breath and a little dizzy, but at least she wasn’t thirsty any more.

They didn’t give her much time to rest.

“Come on, b***h,” her handler said. He’d picked up the end of her leash again and he gave it a sharp yank. “On your feet. We still got a ways to go.” Amy got to her feet with a groan. The relief that she felt at not having to let the other two men use her mouth now was more than offset by the certainty that she’d have to do so later, and the prospect of having to hike even further into the dark and menacing woods.

“Think we could lighten her load a little, fellas?” her handler asked his companions. “I mean, now that we’re such good friends?” He sounded almost jocular. Amy had no idea what he was talking about. Were they going to give her shoes or sandals to wear? Even a pair of cheap flip-flops would be welcome. Then she felt something pulling at the back of her t-shirt.

“You just stand still,” her handler growled as he yanked at her leash again. “Stand very, very still.”

Amy obeyed. The tone of his voice was suddenly frightening. She heard a faint ripping sound, then more pulls on the sleeves of her t-shirt. She caught a glimpse of one of the other men cutting the garment off of her body with a bright, sharp knife. The t-shirt fell to the ground. Then he cut her panties off too. Amy started to hunch forward. Handcuffed as she was, it was the only way for her to try to cover herself, but her handler drew her back upright by her leash. Naked now, she endured their rough fondling of her breasts and ass, their teasing of her n*****s, their rude comments about her trimmed p***y hair. When she stopped reacting, they seemed to lose interest in the game. They hid her torn clothes, and the panties and tape they had gagged her with under an old log, but not before the knife-wielder had cut a strip from her t-shirt and used it to tie her long, fine hair back in a ponytail. Then they started hiking again, towing Amy helplessly along with them. They hadn’t gagged her. She could have called out or screamed for help now, but she didn’t. If they’d left her ungagged, it was because they were sure that they were beyond hearing of anybody else. She could scream anyway, but fear of punishment or being gagged again kept her silent, except for the whimpers and tiny yelps she couldn’t help making as something hurt her feet.