Sweet Revenge

A walk in the Country

"How about this bit of fluff then?"

Ernie, my friend a successful accountant, had been staying with me over the weekend and as we sat at the breakfast table on Monday morning he pointed to a picture in the paper and handed it over to me. It was a picture of the one of the charity queens dressed in a small bikini and who should it be but Miss Purvis. I smiled.

"It says she likes sports and bush walking, I wouldn't mind walking through her bush! Look at those tits."

Ernie was a bit coarse but I tolerated him as I had known him for years. I had even invited him to be present when I examined some of my better looking patients when he had visited me in Sydney, pretending he was a visiting consultant, he had loved it. Then an idea struck me.

"Would you like to go bush walking with her then?"

"Would I ever, why, do you know her?"

"A bit, were not really friends but if I tell her to come she will, would you like that?"

"Would I ever, how about in a bikini, then it would really be alright."

He chuckled, and I smiled to myself thinking, yes or maybe something even better than that.

I left for work leaving him to his own devices before he went home and as we parted I promised that if the weather was OK then I would pick him up early on Friday morning at his place.

When I returned home later that day I looked up Miss Purvis's number in the phone book and dialled it. It rang half a dozen times, I hoped she was in.

At the Purvis household David was writing in his diary checking off a list. He looked up to admire his wife, as she pushed the vacuum across the floor. He loved watching her move and especially when she wore one of the outfits he had bought for her. He insisted that she dressed the part "to please him" as he always said and she certainly did that. He knew she was inherently shy and took extra delight in humiliating her, or putting her on display, of course in a nice way.

When she did housework he insisted she dressed in a maid's apron and bib, which was white, frilly and brief, and black stockings with strap suspenders. That was all, oh and black high heels. Her breasts jiggled about openly exposed either side of the narrow bib that joined the apron to a chocker around her neck, as she thrust the vacuum wand backwards and forwards across the carpet. The only part covered was her pubes and then only just. As she turned her naked buttocks flexed as she moved across the carpet. She initially had resisted his desires to clothe her as he wanted but in the end he had forced her to obey him by threatening to divorce her if she didn't. He knew she would be lost without him and his money.

The phone rang. David Purvis got up and went into the kitchen to answer it.

"David Purvis here."

As I didn't know if Helena's husband David was in I had a good excuse to phone him any way.

"It's Doc Wills here, someone said you were involved in the church restoration is that right?"

"That's correct."

"I wonder if I could talk to you about it sometime."

"Sorry Doc Wills, but you've caught me on the hop. My diary is a bit full this week and I'm off to Melbourne for a seven day conference on Thursday, so it will have to keep until I return.

"Oh dear, well never mind."

"Of course you can always talk to Helena as she is also on the committee; you may have seen her picture in the paper recently, fund raising for the project."

"No sorry I missed that, but if she wouldn't mind that would be great, could you put her on?"

"No problem, if you hold on I'll go and see if I can find her, catch you later Doctor."

"OK,"

There was silence and he could hear a vacuum in the distant turn off. He could hear faintly two people talking, then silence. Going away for a full week, it was too good to be true and far too good an opportunity to miss, things were definitely looking up!

"Hello Helena Purvis."

"Hello Ms pervert, it's Doctor Wills."

There was a long silence before she whispered into the phone. I assumed she was waiting until her husband was out of hearing. "I've got nothing to say to you!"

"Oh I think you have, so stop being so haughty and listen. On Friday I will be going bush walking and you will accompany me."

"Go to hell."

"Now now, you'll come and no more silliness. I don't think you have any choice do you, that's if you want to enjoy the lifestyle you have now."

"Damn you."

"I'm sure you will, but be ready for me at eight o'clock I will pick you up at your house. You are to just wear a pair of good walking shoes or sneakers and short tennis socks, the ones with the little bobbles on the back, and a long jacket.

"What about clothes?"

"You're not listening, sneakers, socks and a jacket, that's all, nothing else. Don't disobey me or you will regret it, I'll wait outside your house at the kerbside."

"But I..."

I rang off before she could argue, great, it was all set up. My cock tingled at the thought of the day's fun. I knew exactly the place to go. A friend owned a large property just out of town and was away for three months. There were extensive walks through bush and over open paddocks; there was even a water fall.

Later that day Ernie phoned me about some local matter and I explained that I had set up a walk on Friday as we had been talking about it that morning. He was curious to know what was going on but I let on nothing just saying he was to wait and see. I assured him he would not be disappointed, and was sure to enjoy the day. He wanted to know whether the woman in the photo would be coming, but again I told him he would have to wait.

That week was passed in tense expectation of Friday. On Thursday I started to get things together for the morning. I had a very expensive state of the art small digital video camera, that could take steady shots even when one was walking its technology was so advanced. I also included three small bottles of mineral water to which I added the experimental female sex hormone I had so successfully trialled earlier that week. It could be taken in any form, though of course the effect was far slower when ingested. I had been told it took about half an hour to take effect. This bottle of course was specially marked, as I added another as a camouflage, though Ernie and I would probably be drinking wine. I included insect repellent, some munchies, and a few other odds and ends. Oh and one extra item of clothing, which you dear readers will hear about later. With that I retired.

The day dawned bright and windless with a light cloud cover, perfect, not too sunny but beautiful and warm. I ate a hearty breakfast and after packing the gear in the boot went out to pick up Helena. I drove to the address I had looked up in the file. The road was very exclusive with large houses and immaculate front lawns. I parked the car on at the kerb and waited for I knew she would be watching from the windows. Sure enough no sooner had I arrived than the front door opened and she walked briskly down the front path, obviously not wanting to spend any more time than was absolutely necessary in the open. From what I could see she had done exactly as I ordered, her long uncovered lean legs uncovered from the top of her short socks to somewhere under the long jacket she was wearing, that stopped just below her crutch. I leant over and opened the passenger door as she arrived.

"Good morning Helena, you look well."

"What do you care, you pervert!"

She edged her way in careful obviously so as not to let the coat ride up her thighs as she did. Sitting down she pushed her hands down between her thighs, after pulling the jacket down as far as it would go. I smiled to myself over her modesty.

"Now that's no way to talk, you wouldn't be here if you hadn't indulged your basic animal instincts, but enough of that. Have you done as I ordered. What are you wearing under your jacket."

"Nothing, just like you said." She spat

"Good, now pull the jacket up so you are not sitting on it, come on, I want your bare bottom on leather seat."

She did as she was told allowing me the pleasure of seeing the side of her bottom, very nice. As I started the car and drove away I pondered on the best approach for the rest of the day. I could hardly expect her to carry on a jolly conversation with us, so I realized the best bet was for her to remain silent, as if she were a servant, which in a way was exactly what she was.

"Now today you will do exactly as you are told and no answering back, you will not talk to us and you only speak when spoken to. Understand?"

"We?" she looked askance at me.

"Oh yes didn't I tell you I have a friend who is coming along, I'm sure you won't mind. Will you? Really you don't have a choice."

"This is too much stop the car, I want to get out."

"Just open the glove box Helena that might change your mind."

She opened the box and there in beautiful colour were some 8x10 photos of her with her legs spread far apart, pushing the large glass test-tube up her vagina. And to cap it I was standing by her side looking shocked at her. There were more, some of her tugging at her nipples, another with the tip of her fore finger thrust into the entrance to her anus, all very raunchy.

"I'm sure your husband and my friends would like copies wouldn't you?"

Blushing deep red she went to reply but realising it was hopeless resigned herself to her fate and sat staring out of the window.

"That's more like it, now pull you jacket up a bit more, more, a bit more that's nice."

I forced her to slide the black material up her thighs, slowly until it rested on the top of them and between her bare thighs I could glimpse her pubic fur. She blushed as she realized what I wanted.

"Nice."

As I drove I glanced across at her enjoying the view, fortunately the roads were quiet.

"Now open the top a little. That's right lower the zip, slowly, a bit more, more, perfect."

She looked at me as if she were about to say something, but then thought better of it. Raising her hands she fumbled for the zip and slowly pulled it down. The material separated at the top as she lowered the zip, revealing a ever increasing wedge of pale flesh between the dark material. The soft swelling of her breasts appeared on each side of the cleavage, which I could just make out as they thrust the material forward. Very nice, I smiled at her as I appreciated her body. As we approached town she drew up the zip and pulled down the jacket, but I didn't mind as we were almost home.

I drew up outside the house and turning to her passed her a small packet of clothes I mentioned earlier.

"Whilst I'm in with Ernie put this on, I don't want you to catch cold do I."

With which I got out and headed towards Ernie's house, after opening the front gate I walked the front path before ringing the doorbell and after a brief wait it opened revealing Ernie in his walking shorts.

"I'm almost ready, come in," he said.

"No rush, Helena is in the car and she won't mind waiting."

As he finished packing I explained that Helena was not very talkative and he should look upon her as a handmaiden or a servant, not as a friend of mine and any talking to her was strictly my department. He looked surprized. I said that he would learn more later, but that I didn't want to spoil the surprize. He finally zipped up his day pack and grinned anxious to get going. We left the house and walked down the path to the car. I placed the bag in the boot and got in as Ernie climbed in the back.

"Helena, this is Ernie, Ernie this is Helena."

"Hi, Helena."

She ignored him continuing to stare to the front.

"Say hello to Ernie Helena."

"Hello."

She again seemed about to say something, but a look from me silenced her. I would brook no cheek from her and I wanted her to be absolutely sure of this.

I set off, and Ernie sat back and I could see him smiling in the rear view mirror. We drove in silence, each lost in their own thoughts. The town sped past and finally we left the last of the suburbs behind. The wind was warm as I let down my window. The countryside soft with rolling hills covered and short cropped grass. Small hedges lined the paddocks, creating a quilt like effect. Twenty minutes out of town I turned off onto a small unmarked gravel road which crunched under the tyres as we drove. Trees arched over the driveway giving it a wonderful Cathedral feel. The sun flashed across the car as we drove through the avenue. Another ten minutes passed before I pulled the car off the road into a gateway and stopped, turning off the engine.

"We'll walk from here, and make our way up to Bensons Hill. This path leads through the bush here and then onto the hill. It's lovely, you'll see," I said as I looked around, "right let's go."

We all got out. Ernie and I in our t-shirts and shorts with Helena very overdressed for the warm day in her jacket. I could see Ernie eyeing her long legs up and down, as I opened the boot and passed Ernie his pack whilst Helena stood with her back to us looking around nervously, obviously checking the scenery for anyone else. I took the camera from its case and after shouldering my pack closed the boot and locked the car.

"Are we ready?"

They all looked ready.

"Helena you do look hot in that jacket, take it off and we'll leave it in the car, I don't think the weather will change today."

"What?"

"You heard me take off the jacket; we'll leave it in the car."

Ernie looked at me enquiringly, but I just winked at him.

"But I can't do that, not here!"

"Of course you can and will." I spoke sharply, letting her know who was the master.

"Do I have to?" she almost whined.

"Remember what I said Helena earlier!"

She nodded her head looking downcast.

I could see Ernie wondering what was going on.

"The jacket Helena!"

"Oh, very well." She said petulantly.

What followed was the start of one of the best days of my life. Helena faced away from me and Ernie and amongst the sounds of the birds and the light movement of the leaves in the bush I heard the magic sound of her jacket zip being pulled down. I focused through the video viewer on her as she did as I ordered. The bottom of the jacket belled out and I knew she was exposing her front. She then slid it off her shoulders and I grinned as Ernie gaped at her, for within the bag I had given her back in the car was a tiny micro-bikini and she now stood exposed in it. Her perfect back and buttocks glowed in the subdued sunshine. The bare expanse of her naked back was covered only by the thin strap of the G-string appearing from between her buttocks to link with the thin strap around her hips, and the thin strap of her top across her back. Her pale rounded buttocks were completely exposed of course. She had a lovely back, perfect.

"There's no need to be shy Helena, turn round and give Ernie the jacket."

She turned around clutching the jacket to her front, covering her more interesting points. As she turned around he could see she was caught between having to cover her nakedness and having to hand Ernie her coat.

She chose to cover her barely concealed breasts, allowing Ernie a first time glimpse of her frontal loveliness. He reached forward and took the coat, his eyes never leaving her as he placed it in the boot of the car. For a moment we both stood and admired the view, of the woman of course!

"Shit, you old bugger you didn't tell me it was going to be like this."

"Well I didn't want to spoil the beautiful day."

Ernie continued to stare at the woman desperately trying to cover her semi-nudity. Both arms were held across her ample tits crushing them to her chest emphasising their curves, and the rest of her body just looked heavenly completely set off by the tiny red triangle covering her crutch. It looked lovely in the lens of the camera.

Ernie closed the boot. Helena was desperately looking around, bent slightly over, fearful of the presence of anyone else.

"Hands away Helena, we're all big boys here. There's also a big woman here as well."

I was getting excited, my cock hard in my shorts. Ernie certainly was as well, I could see the bulge of his erection forcing the front of his shorts out.

"What if someone comes?"

She whined, nearly in tears.

"They won't, this is all private property and the owners are away for two weeks. Come on get on with it, lower those arms and stand up straight."

She slowly lowered her arms until they hung by her sides and for the first time that day gave us an uninterrupted view of her beautiful body. The pale whiteness of her nakedness was broken by three small triangles covering her more interesting points. Her large breasts were thrust out, the tiny triangles of cloth joined by thin straps only serve to emphasise them. Their curves could be seen all around the tiny triangles of cloth, which barely covered her aureoles whose nipples could be seen forcing the thin material up into small mounds, they were definitely hard and erect. She was stunning with her beautiful still flat belly with its perfect belly button and the symmetrical red triangle of her crutch. The tiny triangle at her crutch was just too small to completely cover her pubic thatch, so around the outside of the triangle her red pubic hairs could be seen as a fuzzy edge. She blushed even more as she followed our eyes scrutinising her body.

"Christ, she's amazing Bill."

"OK, off we go let's get started."

"What about me, my clothes?"

"Oh I don't think we need worry about them, we like you as you are. You lead Helena, that way, just follow the path."

I indicated up the narrow lane that led between the trees. There was no option. As Helena led off Ernie and I followed, our eyes glued of the sight of the woman walking up the narrow lane in front of us almost naked, Only the thin cords of her bikini covering her flesh. Her buttocks shifting as her muscles worked away. Although we couldn't see her full front, we could see the sides of her breasts as her arms were brought back. The top did little to cover their sides. Lovely, this was heaven. I smiled at Ernie as walked grinning like an idiot. I find it surprizing with all my experience of handling the most intimate parts of women that they still excite me, especially when they are in my power!

"Well this is the life, eh Ernie? I'll tell you the full story later; just enjoy it at the moment."

Helena hurried on, always looking around conscious of her vulnerability. The woman's near nakedness looked almost primeval amongst the trees, like a new Eve. I continued to film her as she walked in front of us. We walked for some ten or so minutes until in the distance I could see the gate that marked the end of the avenue and the start of the open country beyond.

"Walk on in front Helena, Ernie and I will stop here for the moment, and when you reach the gate at the end turn round and come back to us, go on."

"God this is amazing Bill, she seems unable to refuse you. Is she your complete slave?"

"She is Ernie. She will do anything I tell her to do, anything!"

We leant back against a convenient tree, and whilst enjoying the sight of Helena walking to the end as ordered I briefly outlined the story.

"You dirty old pervert."

We laughed as the truth was revealed. Of course I kept one part secret, not wishing to spoil all the days fun.

"How far could you take this then Bill? Is she completely under your command? I mean have you..?"

"Like I said she is completely under my command, her fear of being revealed is greater than her pride, and you know what, I think she may just get to like her submission in the end. I haven't taken it to the limit yet, I like to let these things take the slow track, it's more fun. Besides I get a greater kick out of her debasement, for personal reasons that is."

By now Helena had reached the gate and was returning up the path. I took time to focus on her through the video. As she returned towards us down the avenue, the scattered sunlight played across her body. Her large breasts moved to and fro within the confines of her micro bikini top. Although still wary, looking anxiously up and down the lane, she appeared to be relaxing a bit. As she got closer and closer the curves of her body became clearer and clearer until finally she stood in front of us.