I had loaded my 4-wheeler with my camera bags and tripods, made sure it was full of gas, and then headed out from my house into the forest. I was on my yearly quest to locate two of the native wildflowers that grow around here. I had tried for several years but had been unable to find them. I felt that this year might be special and I would at last get some photos of them.
As I traveled the back roads left over from logging that was done about forty years ago, I noticed that there were some tire tracks that were not supposed to be there. I own all the land around here and don't allow people to come onto my property. I started to follow them and see where they went. As I rounded a turn, I noticed that someone had pulled off the road and had tried to hide their truck by pulling under some low hanging tree branches. I got off my bike, grabbed one of my cameras and started down a path that I had never seen before. I guess I had walked about a quarter of a mile when I began to hear sounds coming from behind some old downed trees. I slowed up so as not to make any noise and quickly peeked around one end of the tree. I was absolutely shocked by what I saw.
A young woman was bound to an old, dead tree. She was totally nude, with her legs tied to two stakes driven in the ground so that they were held wide open and her arms were tied above her head, to a rope thrown over a higher branch. There was a gag of some sort in her mouth and she was blindfolded. I looked around but didn't see anyone else nearby. She was in her late twenties with shoulder length blonde hair. Her breasts were round and firm looking, with her nipples standing out proudly. Between her legs was just a hint of pubic hair and I could see her pussy lips protruding slightly from her slit.
I was just going to announce my presence to her when I heard a noise in the brush behind her. I pulled myself closer to my end of the tree and eased myself down into a crouch. A man walked out of the woods and over to the girl. He grabbed hold of the rope holding her arms and tested it. Satisfied, he then squatted and checked the ropes holding her legs open.
He stood and said to her, "Sarah, you've brought this all on yourself. You should not have tried to run away from me when I was filling the truck with gas."
He leaned down and stuck his tongue out, licking the side of her face. She turned her head away from him quickly. He grabbed her hair in his hand and pulled her head forward towards his face.
There was just a breath of distance between them when he hissed, "Sarah, you just don't understand how serious your present situation is; that you are completely at my mercy, and mine to do as I see fit. If I want to touch your tits," he grabbed one of her breasts and squeezed it hard, making her body flinch, "I will. If I want to touch and play with your cunt," he said, "I will. If I want to stick my fingers in any of your holes, I'll do that too."
He placed his other hand between her legs and rubbed her pussy several times then raised his fingers to his mouth and licked them off.
"In other words, Sarah," he spit, "you fucking belong to me, totally!"
He pushed her back against the tree she was tied to, walked over to a small stump and sat down, just staring at her.
She started to make noises into her gag and I assumed that she was trying to say something. After several times of trying, she quit and slumped against her ropes. After a while the man got up and walked over to her and asked if she wanted to have the gag out of her mouth. She shook her head yes. He reached behind her head and started to remove it.
"If you cry out or in any way try and attract any attention," he said, "I will slap the shit out of you and make you wear the gag forever. Do you understand me?" he asked.
Again she nodded her head yes. He finished removing her gag, then walked back to his stump and sat down again.
Sarah told him, "I have to go to the bathroom."
"So go," he replied laughing.
"But I can't go here," she cried, "take me to use the bathroom, right now!"
He jumped off his seat, stood in front of her and slapped her face, hard.
"Don't you EVER tell me what to do," he said. "I tell YOU what to do!" He then slapped her face again. "Now I'm telling you that if you want to go to the bathroom, you fucking better do it right here and right now!"
Sarah started to cry and her face turned red both from the two slaps and her coming humiliation of having to piss in front of this man, right where she stood. The man squatted and looked between Sarah's legs as she started to relieve herself. It started as a small trickle and, as her pussy lips were stuck together, it splashed against her legs and then finally down below her feet. She pissed for several minutes it seemed, then finally stopped. She had her head down and was still silently crying.
"See, Sarah, he asked, "that wasn't so bad, was it?" She said nothing. "I said was it?" he screamed at her. He slapped her pussy with the back of his hand once, and then stood. He grabbed her hair again and shook her head back and forth. "Answer me you fucking bitch," he shouted at her.
Sarah said, "No, it wasn't so bad."
I guess that at this point I decided that I had to do something about this situation. Because of the rattlesnake problem in these woods, I have made it a habit to always carry a pistol and I had it with me today. I wondered just exactly what my options were. I was too far from being able to call the law for any help as my cell phone won't work here in the mountains. I didn't really know what to do but I had to do something and soon. I looked around the tree again and saw that he was leaning with his back against the old tree behind him. I stepped out from my hiding place and drew my weapon. As I pulled back on the hammer, the gun made an audible click. He looked up and saw me standing there holding a gun on him. The blood left his head and he looked as white as a sheet.
"Just what in the Hell is going on here?" I asked. "Why are you doing this?"
"M... M... Mister," he said, "this is not what it looks like."
Sarah spoke then. "Troy, what's going on and who is that?"
I turned to her and asked, "Lady, do you know this guy?"
"Know him," she said, "he's my husband's brother, Troy."
I walked over to Sarah and untied her blindfold. She blinked several times and slowly focused on my face.
"Look, mister," she said, "my husband doesn't know about any of this. He's a spineless jellyfish, too wrapped up in his work to care about my needs and desires. Troy here, on the other hand," she went on, "really gets into these little scenes we have. In fact, mister, if you'd waited just a while longer, you would have seen some very hot sex happen here. This shit turns me on," she said to me, "and now you've ruined the mood."
I'm not the brightest bulb in the chandelier, but I'm sure bright enough to figure out what was happening here and what I was going to do about it too! I turned the gun back on Troy and told him to undress. He just stared at me and didn't move. I pointed the pistol down at his feet and pulled the trigger. The air was split with a sharp report that made her scream and he about shit himself trying to get out of the way. I repeated my order for him to undress and he couldn't get out of his clothes fast enough this time. When he was nude I looked around and saw more rope lying near the old tree. I told him to go and get it. He did and handed it to me. I told him to hold his hands out in front of me. I looped the rope around his hands and, after I had him somewhat secured, I put my pistol back in its holster. I made him back up to a tree a few feet from Sarah and then tied him to it securely.
"So, your plan was to get this little woman hot enough to have a good fuck by hitting and making her do everything you wanted her to do, right?" I asked Troy.
He nodded his head yes.
I then asked Sarah, "And you really get off on this shit?" She said that she did. "You mean that if I slap you around a little, you'll get hot enough to fuck me?" I asked.
She glanced at Troy, then back to me and said, "Yes, if you make me hot, I'll let you fuck me anyway you want to."
Well, here I was, faced with a dilemma. You see, I'm not in the habit of hitting a woman for any reason, and little less because they were asking me to. But here was this good-looking nude woman standing right there in front of me and, to tell you the truth, I was getting turned on myself thinking of all the possibilities. I knew we were far enough out in the boonies that we wouldn't be disturbed by anyone else. I also knew that I wasn't expected back home by anyone so I wouldn't be missed for awhile. I toyed with the idea of messing with these two kids' heads and then made up my mind.
"Ok, Sarah," I said, "let's see how badly you want to get fucked."
I started to remove my clothing slowly, all the while watching Sarah's face to see how she was going to respond. I was down to my jockey shorts and saw that Sarah had her eyes glued to my male package. I guess I'd been blessed in this department, as my cock, when fully hard, was just over nine and a half inches long and as big around as the business end of a baseball bat. I stood in front of Sarah, brought my hands up and cupped her breasts. With my thumb and forefingers, I began to rub and pinch her nipples, tugging on them slightly. I saw her suck her breath in as I did this so I increased the pressure of my pinching. She moaned slightly and pushed her tits towards me wanting more. I stepped back and looked down at her open legs and saw that she was starting to get wet. I could see a drop of her nectar forming on her pussy lips then sliding down towards her ass.
"You do like this shit," I said. "Would you like me to touch your pussy now?"
She simply nodded her head. I removed my jockeys completely and stood in front of her, slowly stroking my cock. It was getting to its full size quickly. Sarah's eyes were locked on my cock and she licked her lips and told me, "I have never seen a cock as big as yours! I'm not sure I can take that in me."