She pulled the cloak around her nervously. It would be a cool evening, but she hoped it wouldn't rain. The path was getting dim. She moved carefully, watching the trees. She'd heard there were strangers in the woods. She went out anyway. She would be careful - wouldn't she? She paused for a moment. Something came to her on the wind. She didn't know if it was a sound or smell or flash of movement she sensed. Don't look around, don't stray from the path. She lifted her long skirts again and kept going. When the hands grabbed her from behind, she fought. The cloak slipped to the ground, tangling her feet. She fell to her knees awkwardly. A hand was over her mouth before she could yell. She felt something sharp at her throat.
"Good evening, miss. My friend and I would like you to join us at a party tonight. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
She surged with adrenaline, trying to fall to the side away from the knife, twisting away from the hands. He was too strong for her. He pushed her roughly to the ground, knocking the wind out of her. His weight pressed on her back as he straddled her. She felt his hardness through her skirts.
"Or I could just strip you and rape you right here. Would you like that more?"
She said nothing, still trying to catch her breath.
His hand grabbed her hair and pulled, hard. The knife was at her throat again.
"Choose! Rape now?"
She shook her head slowly, feeling the pull of his hand in her hair.
"Rape later, then."
His hand let go of her hair to fondle her rear.
"I'm going to get you to your feet. Move slowly, or I might hurt you."
He pushed off of her and offered her his hand. She looked at him with scorn and slowly moved to her feet, finally finding her breath again. She could see him now. Medium height, brown hair. His scruffy shirt was pulled open at the laces, showing a well-muscled and hairy chest. His brown trousers were tented from his very erect cock. He noticed her noticing him, his blue eyes cold but amused. He looked her up and down, lingering on her chest. She picked up her cloak and went to wrap it around her. He grabbed her hands. He was strong. He pulled her hands behind her back, forcing her to drop the cloak. He pinned her hands with one hand while the other caressed the bodice that held her breasts tight in the lacing. His finger traced her white fullness and dipped into the crevice between. She shuddered, though whether from fear or desire she wasn't quite sure. He pulled her close and bent to kiss her. She pulled away, heedless of the knife she knew he still carried. He still held her hands strongly in his, stopping her from running.
"All right, then, we can do it that way, too."
He spun her around, her hands still behind her back and pushed her up against a tree. The bark scraped her cheek and breasts as he pulled her hands roughly back. She felt rope circling her wrists, tugging as he knotted it. She felt his weight pressing into her again, felt his hard cock grinding into her back. His body pinned her there as he pulled a scarf between her lips and knotted it firmly behind her head. He spun her around again, pressing her bound hands into the tree. He produced another length of rope and knotted it around her neck. She trembled, both from the touch of the rope and the touch of his hands. She was glad the tree was holding her up.
He looked like he was about to try and kiss her again. She felt faint. He laughed. He dusted her cloak off and draped it over her shoulders, then picked up the end of the rope leash and led her off to his camp.
It was near dark by the time they got there, barely enough light to see the path. He dragged her to a tent and pushed her inside roughly. It was dim in there, but she could see the cot and mattress. He pushed her face down while he tied the lead rope to the frame of the cot, then untied her hands and removed the gag from her mouth. He flipped her and tied her hands near the other rope. His hands worked their way down her body, fondling and grabbing. She thought he might tie her legs to the frame as well. Instead he reached under her skirts, pinning her to the mattress by a rough hand between her legs.
"You like this, don't you? Tell me you if you don't."
"Please let me go!" she begged.
He smiled.
"Why would I want to do that, after all the trouble I went through to catch you? Besides, there are worse men than me around tonight. You're lucky I caught you first!"
His fingers dug into her tender thighs, making her wince.
"Be nice, or when we're done with you we may pass you around to the rest of the pirates."
Her eyes rolled up at his threat, and she quivered. She moaned as she realized there was someone approaching the camp.
"Ah, he's here. Now we can get started."
He left her there tied to the cot as he greeted the new arrival. Was this one of the "worse men than him"? She heard their murmured voices but couldn't make out any words. She closed her eyes, thinking about the fate that awaited her.
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She couldn't see the new arrival, but she knew who it was. She remembered the first time she saw him, at a "try it" event with lots of tops working their magic in mini scenes on curious bottoms.
His hands were sheathed in black leather gloves with small, spiky bits coming out of the fingers. Vampire gloves. He moved them expertly over the mostly naked flesh of a woman on a bench in front of him, metal dragging marks into her neck and back. After a few minutes he had the woman flip and worked his way down her bare breasts, past her panties, onto her thighs. She sat on her husband's lap, waiting until her name was called. She moved eagerly to his bench, naked; her husband always stripped her as soon as he possibly could. She placed her bed sheet over the bench and knelt on it, looking at him more closely. He had intense brown eyes, and sensuous lips. His hair was trim, dark brown, graying a little. The spiked gloves on his fingers looked threatening, but after seeing the reactions of the bottoms before her, she wasn't afraid.
"Front or back or both?" he asked.
"Both," her husband answered for her. She lay down on her front to start. He moved her hair aside to expose the tender area of her neck, instantly arousing her. He moved to delicately trace her ear, making her gasp and moan with delight. Could she orgasm from just ear stimulation? Hmm. It only got better from there. Sometimes the claws were gentle and sometimes they pressed deeply into her, but without breaking the skin. He both attacked and caressed her breasts, making her writhe with pleasure. His hands were sensitive and demanding. Because she was totally naked, there were no clothes to get in the way of the metal, or the leather. Her husband was also quite aroused by the experience, much to their mutual surprise. He loved how she reveled in her sluttiness. Later, he told her how much he had wanted to join in the scene, but held back because it hadn't been negotiated. She asked if he wanted to set up time to explore what that would be like. To her astonishment, and delight, he said yes.
They met the man with the vampire gloves at a different party at the same center. The three chatted for a while, finding mutual interests beyond the sensual. When her husband commented on the mattress set up in the exhibition area, he saw her eyes light up at the thought of being on display. They negotiated to re-enact the "try it" scene, but this time with her husband's participation, and with an attentive audience. She loved every minute, but still wished it could have continued into a full on sex scene.
