In the morning, Illie pulled Charity from her sleeping hammock. She was still securely wrapped in a web of soft ropes. Illie placed her on the ground and pulled at the web, sending Charity rolling through the dirt. When she looked up, Illie was already busy unpacking some food for breakfast, while Hope knelt obediently with her hands crossed behind her back.
Fedea's lion was sitting nearby, licking its paws, occasionally batting Fedea's tiny body back and forth where it dangled from the collar's ring. Fedea did not seem bothered by the lion's activity.
Charity walked over and knelt next to Hope, smiling. She placed her hands behind her back and opened her mouth when Illie offered a bite for breakfast. Charity looked at Hope and nodded her head, still smiling. Hope held up her hands which were stained green from her work the night before.
Charity leant over and kissed Hope's hand.
"Es (click) oo-ah (click)!" Illie shouted. Hope quickly placed her hands behind her back again and opened her mouth to receive another bite for breakfast.
"Green paste?" Charity whispered to Hope.
"Shh!" Illie admonished.
Charity looked at Hope, nodding her head, smiling.
Hope looked at Charity, then up at Illie, who was scowling back. Her lips began to move, but she never formed any words.
"Oh! For fuck's sake!" Fedea yelled, who had been watching the morning's proceedings. "Tonight! Chain-Head wants to wait until tonight to use the green paste!"
Illie turned toward the lion and kicked some dirt at it, mumbling something in the native language...
Charity frowned and ate the rest of her breakfast in silence.
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All day Charity was so filled with anticipation that she could not keep still. Illie and Hope had gone off to do whatever it was that they did during the days. Fedea and her lion made themselves scarce as well. Charity ended up eating fruit with the local deer herd in the meadow. She was able to recognize individuals and was learning their pecking order. The deer accepted her. They mostly ignored her. Sometimes though, one would actually nudge her if she had fruit in her hands.
One of the deer snorted a warning and they all started to run for the cover of the forest. Charity didn't realize that she was running along with them in the middle of the herd until she made the treeline. She looked back towards the meadow and saw Fedea's lion ambling across the field. She rolled her eyes and made her own snorting sound at the deer, then walked back out to meet Fedea.
"My apologies to your deer friends," Fedea said as Charity approached. "I'll advise my escort to refrain from eating any more of them while we are visiting."
"Wha...?" Charity glanced back toward the treeline, then back to Fedea's lion, which had sat in the tall grass and begun to lick its paws.
"Hope and Chain-Head are almost home," Fedea said. "So, come now and we'll see if you can cum now."
"Huh?" Charity said, confused.
"That's what I thought," Fedea replied.
Of course, Illie wanted to take care of dinner first. So, Charity knelt next to Hope, with her hands and ankles tied behind her back, eating from Illie's hand. After dinner Hope and Illie went into the forest while Charity knelt impatiently. She heard the sound of wood chopping and rocks being thrown about.
The sun had dipped below the horizon by the time Illie returned. She spent a bit of time slowly circling around Charity, looking intently at her. She knelt in front of Charity and grabbed a handful of her hair - forcing her head from side to side, front to back - examining Charity from various angles. Then Illie stood up and began pulling at some of the chains from her head. A single link popped out and bounced off Charity's knee and into the dirt. Charity looked down at the link. It was a perfect circular ring, with a single gap. Illie picked up the ring, letting it dangle from a finger as she slowly raised it to her lips. Illie cupped Charity's chin in her hand and forced her to look up at her as she slipped her tongue through the metal ring and sucked it into her mouth.
Next, Illie started unwrapping Charity's leash from around her torso. After the entire leash was in a pile on the ground, Illie grabbed it about two feet from where the leash was anchored on Charity's chest and pulled up sharply. She slipped the metal ring that she had been sucking on from her mouth. Illie held the ring in front of Charity's eyes for a moment before slipping the ring's gap over a nearby link of Charity's leash. She then picked Charity up, still bound by hand and foot, and slung her over her shoulder. Charity watched her chain leash slither along the forest floor as Illie carried her. She noticed that the ring that Illie had slipped onto the leash had a particularly sharp point on one side of the open gap.
Illie dropped Charity unceremoniously on the ground and gathered her leash into a pile. She reached up and tied a thick rope through the last link of Charity's leash. The rope extended up into the shadows of the tree limbs. Illie walked off to the side and began pulling down on a rope. It must have been the opposite end of the length tied to Charity's chain, because, soon, the links began to lift off the ground.
Charity looked up into the shadows and decided that she would certainly follow the links. She scrambled to her feet. Moments later the leash became taut. Soon Charity was on her toes - another strong pull, and Charity left the ground with a surprised little yelp. Charity was not too high before Illie tied the rope off. Still, she was unable to touch the ground and her back was arched, facing up towards the night sky.
Hope appeared at her feet. She untied them and then began to secure each ankle with separate ropes. She pulled each rope around trees and began to apply some tension, until Charity's legs were pulled down and away, her legs held open wide. Charity began to groan and tremble as Hope made sure that the ropes were secure enough to act as anchors.
Illie, meanwhile, was untying Charity's hands from behind her back. She moved Charity's arms in front of her face and tied them together again, but with a heavier rope and a stronger knot. This rope led up a fair distance behind Charity.
Charity watched Hope walk over to a large pile of rocks, each about the size to two fists. She hefted up two of the rocks and disappeared behind Charity for a moment. The rope tied around Charity's wrists jerked suddenly and she felt a slight amount of tension. Soon, Hope returned to the pile of rocks and grabbed two more. Somehow, the rocks acted as a counter weight to her arms. After four trips, Charity's body was pulled fairly taut, suspended in the air at a 45 degree angle.
Illie stood behind Charity, wrapping her hair into a ponytail. She pulled down on Charity's hair, sharply forcing her head back. Charity could see the ropes tied tightly around her wrists, then leading up to a horizontal branch and back down on the far side to a large bag. Hope slipped two more rocks in the bag and Charity felt their weight pull a little more on her arms. She looked to the side. There were a lot of rocks still sitting in the pile waiting to be added to the bag.
Illie jerked on Charity's head again, forcing her to look straight back. Her face was upside-down from Charity's perspective. Illie leaned forward and kissed her, slipping her tongue into Charity's mouth. She felt her nipples harden and shortly after Hope dropped two more stones into the bag.
Illie stepped away, leaving Charity to hang in her bondage. Charity pulled on her arms. She was strong enough to lift the bag a little, but as soon as she stopped pulling, she felt the bag lower again. She could hear Illie and Hope talking quietly some distance away. Fedea was there too. They seemed content to let Charity simply hang for a little while, stretched out in the night air.
Soon, Hope stood up next to Charity. She had a glob of green paste on her finger which she started to gently pat around the middle of Charity's chest where the leash was embedded. It kind of tickled, and Charity smiled.
There was a jerking on the rope, and Charity felt a bit more tension in her arms. Illie had dropped a few more rocks in the bag. Illie then walked over to Charity. She leaned over - a collection of cold metal strands of chain from Illie's head pooling on Chastity's chest. Illie delicately poked at Charity's nipples with her tongue.
Hope stood between Charity's legs and poured a huge glob of the paste on her abdomen. She began using two hands to massage it into Charity's skin, which began to tingle sharply with sensations. Charity pulled her head up to see, looking between her breasts and around the tensioned leash chain as her abdomen was painted green. Hope, meanwhile, seemed to be blue as she was bathed in the glow of light from Charity's chastity belt.
Illie had stepped away for a moment. Charity felt the tension in her arms increase again, causing her to moan. Illie returned and dumped some of the green paste on Charity's chest, working it up to her neck and across her breasts, pinching Charity's nipples in a most delicious manner. Charity let her head fall back as Illie ran her hands up around Charity's neck, kissing her lips. Her skin was tingling - every caress amplified - sending shocks of arousal through Charity's body - causing her muscles to occasionally spasm and her body to bounce in the tensioning ropes.
Hope was working between Charity's inner thighs, spreading the paste, using her fingernails to incite waves of shivers to splash their way across Charity's body.
Two more rocks, and Charity flexed her arms, but was unable to lift the bag anymore. She was fully stretched, anchored by her feet and hands. Her breathing became limited to short gasps.
"Ooooh!" she groaned and lifted her head to see Hope with something that looked like a flogger made of many supple strands of leather. When Hope dragged it across Charity's breast and abdomen, it felt like a thousand gentle fingers. Hope did more than drag the flogger though. After a pass, she lifted it and gently slapped it down on Charity's chastity belt. The impregnable shield took the brunt of the strike, but tiny sparks of pleasure popped all along its periphery.
Two more rocks, and Charity could no longer bend and buck her hips when the sensations made her muscles spasm. Even when Illie pushed the green paste deep into Charity's sensitive armpits, she could hardly do more than groan. Illie returned with another handful of paste and slathered it across Charity's face. She slipped her coated fingers around Charity's lips and pulled at her tongue ring. She pushed her fingers along Charity's nose and even briefly stuffed a finger up each nostril, twisting the paste inside until it began to sting and burn.
Meanwhile Hope continued to alternate caresses with increasingly powerful strikes across Charity's abdomen and upper thighs. Every second Charity could feel her skin becoming more sensitive. Her panting became more labored as more rocks were piled on. She lost track of who was touching her. Sensations popped from place to place - a pinch, a needle grazing her skin, a slap, a kiss, a large, wet rough rag. Her eyes were rolling back in her head.
Charity felt her hair being pulled. She opened her eyes to see Illie and Hope looking intently at her face. She saw Illie's hand grab the open ring she had left to dangle from Charity's leash. Illie slipped the ring free and slowly lowered it, touching it lightly against Charity's cheek. It was cold and metallic. Illie held the ring directly in front of Charity's eye for a moment. The metal looked thick. Illie moved the ring down over Charity's mouth briefly, then began to shove the open ends of the ring up Charity's nose.
Hope's voice somehow rose above Charity's moans. "I luh you, Chai-ree." And she smiled.
Charity felt a sharp pain in her nose, and that somehow finally pushed her over. Her entire body seized up for what felt like an eternity. She couldn't even force herself to breathe. Finally, her muscles relaxed and Charity screamed until she seized up again. Her vision dissolved into gray noise and she slipped away into an orgasmic dream.
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"I feel great," Charity said. "It's like I have awoken from a dream. I mean, not a bad dream, just... different..." She reached up and touched her nose. "But... um... does this come out?"
Charity was referring to the large, thick steel ring that was now embedded in her septum. The diameter of the ring was big enough that the lower extent of the piercing settled perfectly in the crease between her lips. Every time she spoke the ring would flop up and down, which made Charity flinch a little, because the piercing was still tender.
Fedea translated Charity's question into the native language. Hope and Illie passed guilty looks back and forth for a moment. "Nope," Fedea said. "Chain-Head wanted to mark you as her pet."
Charity rolled her eyes. "Well... It's worth it, I suppose. It's kind of a... a pain when I try to talk."
"Chain-Head can not conceive of any language other than hers," Fedea explained. "She doesn't consider you to be human anymore. To her, you can't speak. You just make annoying noises."
