Dedicated to Judi Ann. This series was written at her request. This is a 6 part series. If you have not read the preceding stories, please do so first to know the background.
She awakes completely and utterly in love... and pain. Her body is a mass of pain from cuts, scrapes, bruises, and muscle aches. She is pretty sure that he has torn her pussy a little while fucking her and she is suffering the consequences of that large stick being used on her little asshole. Yet, she luxuriates in it all. She reaches for him, but finds only empty space where he was lying last night. He is gone.
She whimpers a little, because she misses him and decides to crawl out of the tent to find him. She is ready for a glorious day and maybe a lovers' hike through the forest. She slips on a pair of tight shorts and a tank top that just barely covers her breasts, much less her stomach and back.
She unzips the tent door quickly and when she steps out he is sitting by the fire staring at her. She's surprised because what she sees is not what she expected. In his eyes are neither love nor gentleness; rather, they portray anger and disapproval.
"Hello cunt," slips easily out of his mouth as he sneers at her.
Against her will, her pussy is wet immediately. Entranced by him, she begins to walk his way.
"Stop," he says menacingly. "You don't get to walk upright today cunt. Today, you only crawl. Now, be a good girl and crawl to me."
"Fuck you!" She screams hoarsely, noticing for the first time that her throat is sore from the screams that ripped through her throat the previous day.
He stands quickly, fluidly, is in front of her in three steps and slaps her across the face so hard it reopens her lip wounds and knocks her to the ground.
"You will learn to obey... Cunt," he intones quietly, but with venom behind it.
Returning to the log, the picture of self-control, he reseats himself and says, "Crawl to me girl."
Tears are streaming down her face and blood is dripping from her chin, slowly hanging in the air and then plopping onto the ground. Resigned to obey for the moment, she gets on her hands and knees, crawling to him slowly; both hating him and yearning for his touch.
"Good bitch," he begins with something close to approval in his tone. "I have a special treat for you today baby. No hiking required; in fact, we aren't going anywhere.
"Today, you will spend in a special place I've designed especially for you."
Finally arriving to him on her sore hands and knees, she whimpers, "Yes sir." While trying to put her head in his lap.
Instead of allowing her any comfort, he stands and grabs a handful of her long, dark hair. Twisting it into his fist, he starts dragging her to another log on the side of the fire.
She squeals as the pain is excruciating and she's afraid that he'll actually rip out a chunk of her hair, so she tries to stand.
"I said you fucking crawl today cunt!" He growls forcefully, as he uses her hair to roughly keep her on all fours.
She is forced to follow him as quickly as possible as she is half dragged across the ground. It is there, she gets her first look at her "special treat" and whimpers louder. It's a log, but not just any log.
The log is about 5 feet long and slightly wider than she is. It is covered with coarse bark and has a large eyebolt installed at one end.
He lets her absorb what she's seeing and says, "Lie on your back bitch." The menace back in his voice.
Tears begin to pool up in her eyes and roll down her cheeks, but she obediently does as she is instructed. He wraps a coarse rope around her wrists and fastens them securely to the eyebolts above her head. He grabs her legs and with a mighty tug, pulls her roughly down the log stretching her arms out further.
"Fucker!" She screams as the bark gouges her already hurt back through what little protection the small tank top provides. Immediately, she regrets the slip.
She is rewarded with another smack across her face as he straddles her chest.
"You fucking cunt, you watch your mouth," he warns hers with disdain.
He sits on her mid section and her breath is taken away as he presses down hard on her stomach. The log digs into her back and tears continue to stream from her face as she silently screams in agony.
Through the pain, she manages to whisper, "Yes sir."
"Good bitch," he replies, apparently pleased with her newfound submissiveness.
Her ass is now hanging slightly off the edge of the log. He takes more rope and ties her knees securely in the air on either side of her. She can open them wider, but not close them or put her legs down. She was in a position, much like that of a mother giving birth.
