Disclaimer: This work of erotic fiction depicts consensual sex acts involving bondage, temporary mind alteration, alien probing and tentacle sex. If such things make you uncomfortable, I would advise you not to continue reading.
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One morning, Lyssa was dozing peacefully when remembered that today was the day she and her boyfriend were going for a morning hike. She rolled out of bed and slipped into a tank top and a pair of shorts that showed off her toned legs. She may have been going for a hike but Lyssa still wanted to look good for Alan. She carefully brushed out her long, black hair until it was smooth. After a light breakfast, she headed out the door with a purse and a bag of fruit and nut trail mix. Lyssa met Alan at the base of their favorite trail. They walked for about an hour through the lush woodland until Alan stopped. "Follow me, there's something I want to show you," he said leading Lyssa off the path through some shrubbery.
"Are you sure you know where you're going?" she asked as they moved deeper into the woods.
"Don't worry; it's just a little further," he assured. As promised, the couple soon reached a clearing full of wild blue berry bushes.
"Wow, it's beautiful!" Lyssa admired, "How did you find this place?"
"I was wandering around here last weekend when I was out bird watching."
Alan took off his t-shirt, mostly because it was warm outside but also because Lyssa often commented how sexy he looked without it. The sunlight highlighted his lean, muscular arms and toned abs. A handful of pine needles dotted his wavy black hair, the tousled locks giving him a look of rugged charm. Since the berries were in bloom this time of year, the young couple stopped to have a snack. Lyssa mixed the juicy berries into her trail mix and split it into two portions. Carefully lowering themselves onto a steep ledge, they snuggled against each other and watched the babbling stream below. Once they had their fill of fresh blueberries, Alan pressed his purple stained lips against Lyssa's.
"I have another surprise for you," he whispered as they broke the kiss. He pulled a white, cotton rope from his supply pack.
"What's that for?"
"Ropes are useful for lots of things. You can hang a hammock, go rock-climbing, or... tie up a pretty girl," he grinned, "I seem to recall a certain someone mentioning a very naughty bondage fantasy."
Lyssa blushed, "You remembered."
"Does that mean you want to do it?"
"Oh, god yes!"
"Does my little bondage toy have a safeword?"
She looked around, "How about blueberry? And, umm..." Lyssa hesitated.
"What is it?"
"Can I call you 'Master'?"
Alan chuckled, "You'd better."
His face took on a menacing grin as he stalked for forward. With a giggle, Lyssa scampered out of reach, occasionally turning her head to flash a flirty smile. Eventually, the athletic young woman slowed enough for her pursuer to grab hold. "There's no escape for you, my dear," Alan squeezed her arm painfully as he whispered, "You're mine."
"Yes, Master."
"That's better. Now then, you won't be needing those clothes." Alan forced her arms above her head and peeled off her tank top and bra. Then, he yanked off her shorts revealing a damp spot in her underwear. "Dirty girl; you're wet for me already, aren't you?"
"Yes, Master. I can't help myself," Lyssa purred.
Pinning her arms behind her back with one hand, Alan fingered her through her panties. He mopped up the juices all around her moist hole. The soft cotton slid against her clit making Lyssa squirm and whimper. Without warning, he yanked the panties down her pale, shapely legs and pushed her forward. She stumbled out of the pile of cloth at her feet.
"Now, kneel, Bitch!" Alan ordered, "and open your mouth for me."
She obeyed but just when she thought he would unzip his pants, Allan picked up Lyssa's underwear. Before she could ask why, he forced the white fabric into her mouth, gagging her on her own fluid soaked panties! Lyssa let out a muffled squeak.
"If you want me to stop, grunt three times. Do you understand?" asked Alan, realizing that she couldn't safeword while gagged.
Lyssa nodded.
Satisfied, Alan grabbed her by the hair and pulled, hard. "Do you like that? Do you enjoy it when I give you pain?"
She nodded more vigorously.
Alan shook his head, "Dirty girl." He threw her on the ground and pinned her. Though she squirmed against him, Allan held her trapped and helpless. "Struggling won't help you now, my love," he whispered, "I'm going to tie you up and fuck you until you scream." Grabbing his length of rope, he tied a coil around her wrists. He lifted her body just enough to loop the rope around her abdomen. Then, he pulled it taut, squeezing her almost to the point of pain and hog tied her ankles behind her. "Comfy?" Alan mocked.
Lyssa could only whimper.
He began to rummage around his pack again. "I hope you don't mind that I borrowed this," he grinned, waving the purple vibrator in front of his bound plaything. Alan sauntered behind Lyssa and spread her knees apart. Slowly, he rubbed the head in tiny circles around her little clit. Just when she started to squirm, he rammed it up her hole and set it to vibrate just enough to torture her. Lyssa rocked back and forth trying desperately to rub herself harder against the clit stimulator but it was no use. She just couldn't work up enough pressure to make herself cum. Alan slapped her across the ass. "Hold still!" he commanded.
Lyssa obeyed as best she could, slowing her tortured struggles. This gave Alan the opportunity to fondle his prize. He reached beneath Lyssa to squeeze her breasts and pinch her nipples. Alan then traced his finger nails over her body. He knew from experience where her most ticklish spots were. Helpless to resist, Lyssa could only writhe and choke back laughter as her boyfriend mercilessly tickled the soles of her feet, the backs of her knees, and the curves of her underarms.
"I thought I told you to stay still. You're a bad girl. You're a naughty, disobedient little bitch and you're going to get what you deserve."
Now that she was nicely warmed up, Alan began spanking her little round ass. He started with a couple light taps and slowly increased the intensity. Sharp, painful smacks echoed in her ears and forced whimpers from her throat. With each slap, the vibrator jumped inside her making her squirm even more.
"Yeah, I know you like that, my little toy," he purred, "You know, you look deliciously fuckable all tied up and helpless."
Alan unbound her arms so he could force her unto her back. Then, he released her legs just long enough to stretch one thigh as far to the side as Lyssa could comfortably bend it. He tied her ankle securely to a sapling and fastened the other ankle against a root equally far to the side. Removing the vibrator with a slow swirl Alan lightly tasted her now exposed hole. Lyssa mewed. However, he ignored her wordless plea to continue. Instead, he climbed up level with her longing eyes and ripped the gag from her jaws. He roughly pinned her arms to the dirt. "Do you want me to fuck you?" he growled.
