The Dark Woods & Other Bondage Stories

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Corliss hunkered down behind her little stand of bushes, peering intently through the crooked picket fence of stems that rose up out of the ground. She was flat on her belly and trying very hard not to move. Her heart was pounding along at a full gallop, and it required an effort from her not to breathe too noisily. She’d heard a noise that might have been nothing more than a stray breeze ruffling some leaves and while she’d been trying to figure out which direction it had come from she’d heard what could only have been a feminine whimper. They were almost here after all, but much later than she’d expected them. It had to be them. Aside from Amy and herself she doubted if there were any other women out here in the woods.

Yes! There they were! The men weren’t easy to pick out, as thoroughly camouflaged as they were. There was no missing Amy, though. In the dimmed light under the trees, her naked white body seemed almost to glow, standing out starkly among the somber browns, grays and greens. Corliss frowned. If they’d stripped her, what else might they have done to her, and would that account for their late arrival? Amy did not look well. Her head drooped, and she shambled along rather than walking, her footsteps slow, uncertain and uneven. Corliss noted that she wasn’t gagged with duct tape any more. What could that mean? Did her captors feel safe enough now to un-gag her? But why would they bother to do that at all in the first place, unless…maybe she needed to be able to breathe through her mouth? Maybe they’d given her something to eat or something to drink?

Corliss lay very still, watching intently. They were moving very slowly, and it was obvious that Amy was really slowing them down. The man in the lead kept scanning right and left as if he was expecting an ambush. The man bringing up the rear kept looking back along the trail as if he was sure they were being followed. The man in the middle, the one leading poor Amy along, was the only one who didn’t act nervous or watchful. Following obediently along behind him at the end of her leash, Amy was a picture of subjection and feminine helplessness.

No…not feminine…female. Corliss suppressed a shiver. There was something primal and brutal about the small tableau she was watching, something primitive and powerful and darkly fascinating. The camouflage outfits they were wearing rendered the men’s’ forms bulky, uneven and indistinct. Even their faces were hidden, so that they appeared manlike, but not really human. In contrast, the clean symmetrical lines and curves of Amy’s naked body were sharply defined, as were the handcuffs that fettered her and the bright chain that collared her. The only contrast to her pale, naked flesh came from her frightened eyes, the pinkish-brown circles of her n*****s, and the wide, neatly-trimmed stripe of light brown hair on her loins. All around her there was nothing but the dark woods, silent and empty and barren of any sign that people had ever been here, and the misshapen, mottled, half-invisible forms of her captors.

Corliss gnawed at her lower lip. Something about the scene was arousing her as much as it was disturbing her. In all her life, she’d never heard or read about anything like what she was looking at now. Her wildest fantasies had never included anything even remotely like it. She had a sudden urge to pull out her map and reassure herself that there was indeed a town less than ten miles away, and paved roads and houses with real people in them even closer than that. She also had a sudden desire to see if her cell phone could still pick up a signal. There was a familiar but unwelcome stirring deep in her belly. She bit down harder on her lip and concentrated on staying motionless. Soon they would pass by. She was certain where they were going now. Well, pretty certain. She waited for two long minutes after they’d passed from her sight and rose slowly from her cover. Her heart was still pounding, and her legs felt rubbery. She took a couple of deep breaths to steady herself, but the picture of helpless, naked Amy and her not-quite-human-looking captors kept swimming up from the depths she kept trying to send it to.

She did some quick mental calculations. As slowly as they were traveling now, she was sure that she could get to their ultimate destination well ahead of them, even moving cross-country through the woods instead of along a trail. Once she had that place in sight all she had to do was make one call on her cell phone and then wait for the cavalry to arrive in the form of the county sheriff’s department. With any luck, the sheriff would arrive about the same time as Amy and her captors, and Amy would be spared anything worse than the long, unpleasant nature hike she was currently suffering. Maybe she’d come to understand later why it had been necessary to use her as bait. It wouldn’t hurt if Amy was a little bit drunk when she told her. And maybe, one day, Corliss would be able to bring herself to describe that fascinating, disturbing scene and how it had made her feel to somebody. She might have to be at least a little bit drunk to be able to do that.