The Dark Woods & Other Bondage Stories

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The hardest part was the sheer unendingness of it. Amy plodded along wearily at the end of her leash. She was just too exhausted and worn now to pay any attention to the hardest, sharpest twigs or stones that jabbed at the soles of her feet now. She had no idea how far they’d gone, or how much further they had to go, or how long it would take. It just went on and on. She tried not to think about it. It was getting hard enough to concentrate on putting one bare foot in front of the other while scanning the ground in front of her for anything that looked especially unpleasant to step on so she could try to avoid it. They didn’t give her much opportunity to do that, though. If she hesitated or even tried to step a little to one side her handler would growl angrily and give her leash a yank. Then she would totter forward for a couple of steps until she managed to regain her balance. Once she collided with her handler. That had earned her a hard, stinging slap on her ass and a muttered warning to be more careful.

Every so often, in spite of herself, she would wonder how much further they had to go. At those times, she wanted very much to ask her captors about it, but she didn’t dare to. None of them had explicitly told her to keep quiet, but they seemed to feel that it was understood that she’d keep her mouth shut. She was completely at their mercy out here, and afraid to say…or do…anything that might anger them. They were so deep into the woods now that it probably didn’t matter if she talked, or yelled, or screamed for help, but she believed that if she did any of those things they would gag her again. She didn’t want them to do that. She was naked, leashed and handcuffed. While that might not seem much of an improvement over naked, leashed, handcuffed and gagged, there was a definite difference to her. Without the gag, she felt just a tiny bit less helpless, just the least little bit less out of control. It might not be a rational feeling, but it was about all she had.

On the other hand…her mind started to wander down trails of its own…her not being gagged just left her mouth more easily accessible to them. She’d already had to let one of them f**k her mouth just to get a drink of water. She shuddered at that memory and her stomach began churning again. Her thirst was beginning to return. Which one of them would she have to let use her body in order to get another drink? And what if he wanted something other than fellatio? No, wait. What had been done to her before wasn’t called fellatio. It had some other name, one that she couldn’t remember. She shuddered.

Her captors didn’t say much. They trudged along in an unnerving silence, communicating with each other through hand signals that Amy didn’t understand at all.

hey didn’t have much to say to her either, except for occasional snarled warnings to keep up. The longest conversation any of them had had with her was when her handler was telling her what to do so he could use her mouth. Aside from that, she might as well have been some animal that they had on a leash. That was probably how they were thinking of her anyway.

They kept on walking, leading her slowly deeper and deeper into the dark woods. It really seemed to be getting darker the deeper in that they went, but it was too early for it to be nightfall approaching. Amy risked quick, furtive looks around. They looked like they were in a very old part of the woods, where the canopy of the trees overhead blocked out most of the sunlight. There was less and less underbrush, only the thick leaf litter that gave her feet some small relief and the winding trail that seemed to go on forever and ever. She whimpered in pain as she stepped on something hard that had been lurking in ambush under the fallen leaves.