With small steps Jenny reluctantly followed the pull on her collar. The chained thighs made walking difficult. She felt the damp forest floor under her soles, the fallen leaves, small twigs, pebbles and needles. Carolina kept tugging at the chain to propel her along.
"I could walk faster with free thighs!" Jenny suggested.
Carolina's slap caught Jenny off guard and her red hair whipped around as her head spun from the force of the slap. Jenny's cheek burned like fire. "You cheeky bitch! Haven't you learned your place yet?" Carolina snapped. She dropped the chain and grabbed Jenny tightly by the throat with one hand. With the other she pulled a wooden bite gag several centimeters thick out of her jacket pocket and forced it into Jenny's mouth. She tightened it roughly, not caring that she caught some of Jenny's hair in the clasp. With both hands she grabbed Jenny's nipples. With a jerk Carolina pulled the two sensitive nipples up, so that Jenny went on tiptoe. Carolina slowly walked backwards and pulled Jenny behind her by her nipples. She let go of Jenny, whose heels touched the ground again. Instead, Carolina pulled the chain attached to Jenny's collar back in between Jenny's legs. Jenny felt the cold, hard metal between her labia and buttocks. A sharp bite in her crotch made Jenny quickly stand on her tiptoes again as Carolina pulled up the chain with one hand. With the other hand she slapped Jenny's tits until they turned bright pink.
"Come on now, we're almost there," Carolina hissed as she pushed Jenny forward with the chain pulled tight.
Around the next bend, they came to a clearing with a single, large tree in the middle. The tree had outstretched branches and from one, about fifteen feet up, hung several ropes and an old pulley, the rope of which was tied to a hook on the trunk. Carolina tightened the chain and pushed Jenny under the tree. Directly under the pulley she hit her from behind in the back of her knees and Jenny fell hard on her knees. Unable to get up with her thighs linked, Jenny stayed where she was.
Carolina went to the trunk and unwound the rope. She lowered the pulley, with a sturdy rope hanging from its hook. She took the rope and looped it around her right wrist. Then she sorted Jenny's hair into a neat ponytail. When all the hair was parallel, she grabbed Jenny's hair with her right hand and with the other hand slipped the rope over Jenny's ponytail. She tightened the noose, rearranging the rope, wrapping it tightly around Jenny's hair over and over again, finally tying it in a knot.
She placed a tree disc about 50 centimeters thick in front of Jenny and undid her thigh chain. Carolina stepped back and slowly pulled on the pulley. Jenny felt her head lifted by the hair and stood up. Carolina kept pulling, and Jenny went back on tiptoe.
"Come on! Stand on the pole!" ordered Carolina. Jenny shook her head and immediately the riding crop began to dance again on Jenny's ass cheeks.
"Do it!" Carolina hit her again on the bare ass and when Jenny still refused, Carolina pulled on the pulley.
Jenny's feet lifted off the ground. Her hair carried her entire weight. To Jenny's surprise, the tugging on her scalp was uncomfortable, but not overly painful. Even so, she fished for support with her feet and found the wooden peg. Carolina grinned and pulled Jenny a little higher until she was again back on her tiptoes.
"So, you little bitch. I finally got you where I want you," Carolina said. She took one of the other ropes hanging from the branch and tied it to Jenny's left ankle. "And now you're going to do a little split," she grinned as she pulled Jenny's left foot up with the rope.
Jenny struggled to keep her balance and twisted slightly on her toes. The cool forest air lapped her vulnerable cunt. Carolina stroked her exposed labia with the riding crop and hit her. Jenny gasped.
