The Woods
Twigs crackled under the car’s wheels as it pulled into the clearing at the end of the mud track that they had been creeping along for the last fifteen minutes or so. Jen sat quietly in the passenger seat. She was naked beneath the full-length wool overcoat. Her Mistress switched off the engine of the 1960s Mercedes.
“Follow me,” she said as she left the vehicle.
Jen followed her to a ridge a little way in front of them. From here the woodland dropped away around them. The valley stretched out beneath them like an organic fault line. It was a pleasant day, the damp leafy smell of deciduous forest filled Jen’s nostrils. On the edge of her hearing was the bubble and churn of the river some distance below.
Her Mistress was wearing a headscarf and Raybans. The colours of her Burberry casual wear blended well with the early autumn surroundings.
“Do you see over there,” she pointed, “That building.”
Across the valley, down river, Jen spotted some buildings visible through the trees. It looked like some sort of mansion nestled in this idyllic countryside. It was the sort of place she may have dreamed about as a child, a place for a damsel in distress to hide out. It was not the first time her Mistress had brought her dreams to life.
“Yes Mistress” she responded.
“That’s The Ghetto,” the woman smirked to herself at the name, and then in response to Jen’s innocent look continued, “it’s our own little area.”
Jen continued to look at her quizzically but her Mistress turned and moved back towards the car. She heard a bird flutter away in the undergrowth before realising she should follow. She held the coat about her with her hands in the pockets and shuffled barefoot through the leaves that had fallen early.
Her Mistress had gone to the boot of the car and opened it. As Jen approached she could see chains and straps in the back.
“Remove the coat”
‘What?’ Jen switched her gaze suddenly from the chains to her Mistress. Fortunately for her, her Mistress was already concentrating on removing things from the boot. A breeze rustled the leaves in the trees above them. Then Jen’s overpowering obedience kicked in and she let the coat fall from around her shoulders. It slid across her breasts, brushed her arse and gathered on the floor about her feet.
The breeze caressed Jen’s skin and ruffled her hair, she glanced around but could see nothing but the trees and bushes and the dirt track they had arrived on disappearing into the woodland.
“At ease” muttered her Mistress against the rhythmic clinking of the chains as she slid them through each other.
Jen adopted the position she had learnt months before, the irony of its name was not lost on her as her muscles tensed, pushing her legs apart so that her feet were spread, and placed her hands up behind her back. Chin up, her breasts presented to the woodland creatures. She felt good. Patches of sun were breaking the canopy above. The fresh air was caressing each curve of her body. She was sure that no one else was around and relaxed, letting all her senses absorb the situation.
Her Mistress attached the chains about Jen’s ankles and then up behind her. Twigs cracked under the woman’s feet as she moved around Jen and strapped her arms tightly behind her. She couldn’t resist fondling Jen’s breasts. Running her hands over the smooth flesh and gently biting the shoulder as she felt Jen’s nipples stiffen beneath her touch. Jen sucked her breath in.
Next a collar was strapped delicately around the neck, and the chains were attached to this. Her Mistress then returned to the car and pulled out what looked like a plaque. She held it up for Jen to see. On it were the words ‘IF YOU FIND ME YOU MAY DO WHAT YOU LIKE TO ME’.
Jen’s heart began to beat harder. Once again the fear of what was going to happen competed with the thrill of what was going to happen. The plaque was attached to the chains on Jen’s back. Her Mistress then stood in front of her, removing the sunglasses and smiling. She traced her fingernail around Jen’s breasts as she spoke.
“You are to make your way to the Ghetto. By all means try and avoid detection. On the west side of the grounds there is a gate in the surrounding wall, you are to knock there.”
The nail descended across Jen’s quivering stomach and pushed towards the folds of her pussy.
“If someone should discover you, then you will not hide the sign from them. You will be amenable and provide any assurances of your obedience that they require.”
The finger entered her warm cunt, when it came away again it glistened with juices, betraying her inner desires. Her Mistress held it up for Jen, who licked it clean.
“Good girl.” said her Mistress. She then turned, closed the car boot, got in and drove away back down the dirt track. Jen was left alone, naked and chained in the forest. A falling leaf brushed over her shoulder and snapped her out of her shock at being left here like this. She shuffled quickly over the lip of the valley, seeking shelter from the sloping ground and the bushes there.
She crouched, tipping back onto the ground; the rough twigs and leaves scratching her soft arse cheeks. The sensation brought back to her that she was naked in the wild and the idea thrilled her. The animal nature of being open to the elements turned her on. But as she looked out across the valley again to the Ghetto she was concerned about the journey to get there. She wasn’t sure how deserted the forested area was, what were the chances of bumping into someone else?
She decided that waiting around would only make it worse, and so began scrambling and sliding down the hillside among the trees and bushes towards the river she could hear. It was difficult with her hands behind her back, trying to avoid any nasty bumps or bruises and invariably picking up some mud patches. She finally peered out of the undergrowth to a grey-veined rocky plateau descending gently into the swift flowing water as it rounded a corner before splashing on again over more boulders and pebbles.
The natural beauty of the place was stunning. She felt like a garden nymph in a playground. She imagined herself as an animal to be tamed, conquered and molested on the waters edge. She couldn’t help the ideas filling her mind, and they aroused her. Fifteen yards or so down the river she made out a wood and rope bridge spanning the bubbling water. The sight of something man-made brought her back to the realisation that there might actually be other people here. That she may actually be molested for real.
She had to make a decision. Should she head for the bridge and face a higher risk of bumping into someone, or should she try and cross the river, which would no doubt be difficult and certainly cold.
She decided that it was better to stay under cover. She made her way back upstream out of sight of the bridge and looked for a suitable crossing point. She felt much more exposed now, out of the cover of the trees. Standing naked but for the chains under a blue sky on the rock surfaces. Her breasts bounced in the clear air as she shuffled her way out onto the smooth-warn rock. She saw a spot with some large boulders where she thought she could stepping-stone across. The water wasn’t deep, but was very fast flowing as it crossed the rocky shelf.
She was nervous about being in the open for so long which made her rush, she stepped on one boulder and it moved beneath her. With a yelp she was thrown sideways and splashed into the water. Her breath was sucked from her with the sudden cold. The water pushed her, and flowed around her. The power of the water was enough to carry her, chains and all. She tried to recover her breath and regain her balance. Her legs splayed about, trying to find purchase. She was swept along around the corner she had been at before.
Her feet found contact with some of the boulders, stopping her progress. As she stopped herself the water built and flooded over her. The coldness made her yelp again. And then she heard someone else yell.
She opened her eyes and saw someone standing on the bridge. The water had pushed her back towards the bridge. They were waving and then she saw two more people arrive. ‘Oh my God’ she thought, they were looking at her. She desperately regained her feet, fighting against the surging water. Now she was a water nymph, emerging naked from the river, water cascading and dripping from her, crystal clear rivulets streaking her body.
