Chapter IX
She stood looking at the wall for a moment, unsure of which whip to use. Finally
she smiled and took the cat-o-nine-tails off the wall. It's longs strands of
woven leather swung lazily as she tested it's grip. Satisfied she walked over
to the bench and looked down at her bound victim. He was admiring her as she
posed with her hand on her hip, the whip twitching slightly. Her latex catsuit
left nothing to the imagination and already she could see his pathetic little
cock begin to stir. The light danced over her perfect curves as she slowly
walked around his body, his eyes following her every move. The high boots she
was wearing had 6" heels, making her hips gyrate with every step. Suddenly she
lashed out with the whip, the strands snaking over his bare flesh with a loud
crack. She saw him scream into the gag, his eyes bulging and his face turning
red. She bent down, enjoying the power she had over him. He was stretched over
a hobble horse, his naked hips and stomach exposed to her every whim. His hands
and feet were bound behind his back and several straps kept his arms and legs
bound to the horse. His cock didn't appreciate the whip and it was shrinking
quickly. She straddled him and looked down into his face. She slowly and
deliberately rubbed her breasts with her black, gloved hands. Her nipples were
straining against the tight latex and she played and teased them, licking her
lips sugges- tively. His cock was coming alive again and she slowly lowered her
abdomen until it was hovering inches over the hard, throbbing flesh. Teasing
him her hips made large lazy cir- cles just out of his reach. She jumped up and
stepped onto his chest. The bastard didn't deserve her, not after what he'd
done. She liked teasing him however, just to show him what he'd be missing. He
was a rotten boss and a even worse person. "Would you like some?" she said in
her most seductive voice, indicating her pussy by rubbing it shame- lessly. He
nodded eagerly and moaned through the gag. She stepped off his chest, grati-
fied by the marks her sharp heels were leaving. She placed her gloved hand on
his cock, feeling his hard excited manhood quiver. She slowly bent over, making
sure he caught full sight of her latex covered breasts. Slowly she bent over
till her head was only inches from his face. She purred over him, her hot body
hovering ever so close to his skin. "Well" she said in a voice that just about
dripped sexuality "You can't have any you FUCK!"
Sharon stood still for a moment and listened. All she could hear was the
rustling of the wind and the chirping of birds in the trees. She was by no
means a woodsman, but she felt pretty confident that she was not being
followed. That meant he was probably already waiting for her. Looking at her
watch she saw that she had been walking for almost half an hour. She had
another hour left to complete her tasks and she had no idea how much further
she still had to go. She had been climbing a steep hill and was sweating
buckets. The tight collar of the tracksuit was bothering her and she decided to
unzip the top, there was nobody around that would be able to see the suit. She
shifted the weight of the back- pack she was carrying and continued up the
mountain. The backpack contained the de- vices and instructions she had received
the previous week. It had stated that she was to rise early on Saturday morning
and dress for a hike. She was then to pack the devices in a backpack and also
to include food and water. The instructions included a map with a spot marked
with an X. The X turned out to be next to a road in the middle of a large na-
ture reserve. The instructions had stated that she should arrive no later than
half past six in the morning. Arriving at the spot she had found a small
enclave where she could hide her car. After hiding the car she had followed a
foot-path down to a river where the next set of instructions had been taped to
the under-side of a small bridge. The new set of in- structions had ordered her
to cross the bridge, follow the trail and then look for a cliff face. She'd
located the cliffs easily and had started walking up the steep hill towards
them. The route was taking her away from the path and any other signs of
civilization. Blazing her own trail through rough terrain she slowly made her
way up the mountain.
It took her another twenty minutes before she reached the cliff. Turning around
she saw that she was now well above the road and a beautiful valley was
sprawled out in front of her. All she could see of civilization was the distant
road as it wound it's way down the valley. Sharon found that the sweating had
again made here slippery and uncomfortable. She sat down on a rock and looked
around. She was in an isolated part of the reserve and it was unlikely she
would be discovered. She looked down at her chest and the metal suit. It was
the first time she had ever been "naked" outside of her house. She was amazed
that she was both horrified and aroused by the thought of being discovered.
Suddenly she realized that the suit must be shining like a mirror for all to
see. Quickly she zipped the tracksuit shut. Blushing deeply at the thought of
somebody seeing the reflection she got up and looked around. She could not see
a tree with a ribbon around it so she followed the base of the cliff. After a
few minutes she found the tree and another set of instructions.
Taking the backpack off her shoulder she placed it on the ground and zipped it
open. She first took out a bottle of water and drank deeply. Sitting down on a
nearby rock she read the instructions. First she had to search for a black hook
attached to the tree. After a brief search she discovered the hook hanging from
a high branch in the tree. She was sup- posed to attach a red ring to the hook
in the tree. She opened the back-pack and removed a large black box. On one end
was a bright red ring while on the other there was a blue hook. At her house
Sharon had discovered that the blue hook was attached to a thin metal cable
that pulled into the box. She could pull the blue hook out but as soon as she
let go it drew back into the box. With a resigned sigh Sharon started climbing
the tree. The weight of the box and her tired muscles did not make it easy and
she battled to reach the hook in the tree. After a long struggle she managed to
hook the red ring onto the tree and start down again. The instructions had told
her to pull the blue hook down with her and she was soon on the ground again,
blue hook in hand. She wrapped the hook around a branch to prevent it from
pulling up again and read further. Next she was to take off all her clothes.
Sharon did not at all like the sound of that, but she knew that she had no
choice. Looking up she realized that she was still visible from the road. The
only salvation was that the large tree threw ample shadow and that she would no
longer shine like a mirror. Standing behind the trunk of the tree her shaking
hands got to work on the tracksuit. She could not resist the urge to cover
herself with her hands and she stood behind the tree watching the road. Sharon
knew she was being irrational but she still felt naked and exposed. Careful not
to come out from behind the tree she removed her shoes and socks. She finally
plucked up the courage to remove her pants as well. Standing behind the tree she
real- ized that she' left the instructions on a rock on the other side of the
tree. Cursing she crouched down and crept to the rock. Retrieving the backpack
and instructions she was soon seated behind the tree. With her legs drawn up
tight against her body she waited for her heartbeat to settle down. It was
amazing how aware she suddenly was of the suit. For months she'd been wearing
the garment, getting so used to it that she forgot of it's exis- tence. And yet,
sitting outside in the cool air it fit about as well as a new shoe. She could
feel every seam, every bump in it's surface. She briefly rubbed the hard dome -
was the dildo suddenly feeling larger? She leaned her head back and rested for
a moment before continuing with her tasks.
Her next instruction was to put on a harness. She retrieved the jumble of straps
and in- spected it. The harness was made of black material that looked and felt
like the safety belts you find in cars. Reading the instructions she started to
put the harness on. First she had to find two straps that were joined by two
metal clasps, a small one in front and a larger on at the back. There were
several clasps and straps in the jumble of the harness but after a while she
located the right ones. As soon as she lay the two short straps over her
shoulders she understood how the harness worked. She did it up, referring to the
in- structions to make sure she was doing it right. The harness had three belts
circling her body and a strap over each shoulder. There was a belt just below
her armpits, another just under her breasts and a broad one around her waist.
Each belt had a metal clasp at the front and another at the back. Short
sections of strap ran vertically from each clasp to the next. Together these
short sections formed a long belt that ran from between her shoulder blades,
down her spine, between her legs, over her stomach up to her cleavage. Two
straps ran from her hip bones, down her rump to between her legs where they
crossed over and continued up her stomach to the opposite hip. She twisted and
turned her body, making sure everything was in place comfortably. Looking down
at herself she thought how ironic it was that she was wearing not one, but two
bondage garments. Sitting down she read further. Now she had to retrieve the
blue hook and hook it onto the clasp be- tween her shoulder blades. Looking
around she realized that she would again have to ex- pose herself to get to the
hook. Rushing to the branch she grabbed the hook and brought it back with her.
Once safe behind the tree she struggled to reach behind her and get to the
clasp over her shoulder blades. After a while she managed to hook it in place
and it clicked home. She was now tethered to the tree and she felt a chill run
down her spine. Although she could remove the hook and harness she suspected
that pretty soon she'd be helpless. Next she had to fix two leather cuffs
around her ankles. They were fixed to each other and would allow no movement at
all. Testing the cuffs she found them tight but comfortable. The instructions
told her to eat and drink as much as she could. She finished the sandwiches she
had brought and drank a lot of water. She finished reading the in- structions
and sighed. The next part was easy but worrying. Taking a leather harness from
the backpack she placed it over her head. It was a complicated blindfold and gag
combi- nation similar to the one she'd been wearing each night. It had a
standard leather blindfold that covered the eyes with two large eye patches and
fastened at the base of the skull. A triangular rubber gag completely filled
her mouth with two grooves for her teeth to bite into. Everything attached to a
broad collar around her neck. It slid over easily and fit quite comfortably.
Sitting in the dark Sharon felt very lonely and vulnerable. She almost took the
blindfold off again, but in the end she calmed down. Finally she was calm enough
to do the last step. She had to grope around a bit to find the cuffs that would
bind her hands. They were made from the same material as the suit but had a
soft inner lining. They were the only part of her ensemble she could not
unlock. They were connected to each other by a thick black box. She suspected
the box housed the mechanism that would unlock the cuffs when the time was
right. A short metal tube pointed out from the box in a T shape and it had a
strange point at the end. She fastened the shackles to a clasp in the small of
her back by pressing the strange point into a hole in the clasp. They stuck out
from the harness and she could imagine them looking like a bow-tie sitting in
the small of her back. Sighing she paused before she placed her wrists in the
cuffs. The moment those cuffs snapped shut she would be unable to free herself
again. She would need her tormentor to free her, or she would die. She sighed
and placed her wrists in the cuffs. She backed up until she felt the rough bark
of the tree against her shoulders. Backing up against the tree she pushed the
first cuff closed. With a soft, morbid click it closed. She paused for several
moments and then pressed again. A shiver ran up her spine as she heard the
second click.
Sharon was becoming seriously worried. The last instruction was for her to be
ready and waiting by 8 am. She had forgotten to check her watch before she
bound herself, but by her reckoning there could not have been more than a half
an hour left until that time. That meant that he should have been there ages
ago. At first she had just sat there, waiting. After a while she became bored
and she kept herself busy by testing the restraints. She was truly and
thoroughly bound, with not the slightest hope of escape. After a while she had
even calmed down enough to start fantasizing. She daydeamt of being rescued by a
big handsome ranger. Finding her bound and gagged in the middle of nowhere he
would drag her off to his cabin where he would make love to her until she could
stand it no more. Or maybe he would decide not to free her immediately, but
keep her tethered to the tree, all the while fucking her brains out. Realizing
that she was just torturing herself she de- cided to think about something else.
But her body would not be put of so easily. Her back- side was aching from the
long sit and she rolled over onto her side. She could feel the wet slickness of
her pussy, and the foreign object within. Lying on her side she tried to ignore
the sensation but the movement had made her aware of the steady pull of the wire
at- tached to her back. It got her going again and she groaned in frustration.
Finally she had managed to doze for a bit. She woke with a start and tried to
sit up. For a moment she panicked in confusion and then the memory of the
morning came flooding back.
Relaxing she tried to roll onto her back but the huge clasps and wire made that
uncom- fortable. With difficulty she managed to sit up and lean against the
tree. She was now certain that he was late, it would be well into the afternoon
by now. She listened intently for any sound of him, but all that she could hear
was the slight breeze rustling the leaves in the tree. She was just about to
doze off again when a loud beeping sound frightened the shit out of her. It
sounded like an electronic watch alarm. She hardly had time to think when it
stopped and a whirring sound took it's place. The next moment something was
slowly pulling her backwards. In a blind panic she tried to get away, but it was
futile. She was ever so slowly being dragged across the ground! She struggled
with all her might but it was no use. After a moment she remembered where she
was and she realized that the cable was being reeled in. For a moment she
calmed down and then she realized she would be dragged into full view of the
road. The thought was so horrifying she fell into an- other panic and she again
tried to get away. She could feel herself being dragged around the trunk of the
tree, the rough bark scarping against her skin. She kicked and screamed, but
the gag made her sound like a little kitten mewing in the dark. She tried to
roll away, but like a fish on a hook she could just move sideways. At last she
realized that she must now be in full view of the road. She struggled until she
was so tired she could just lie there. Sobbing she could do nothing but be
dragged along.
At long last she could feel by the angle of the pull that she was now right
under the hook. Slowly she was being hoisted upwards and she could hear the
pitch of the electric motor change as it took the strain. It felt like hours
went by as she slowly rose inch by inch. She managed to get her feet under her
and stood up. Realizing that there was nothing she could do to resist she just
waited for the machine to whine away. After what felt like an- other eternity
she felt the harness starting bite into her fork as it was pulled upwards. Soon
she was dangling from the end of the wire with only her toes touching the
ground, and then it was gone. She felt herself twist slowly around as she
dangled at the end of the wire. She was still being hoisted upwards and as the
time passed her mind began playing tricks on her. She felt certain she had
reached the end of the cable, but it just kept on go- ing. She started thinking
that somebody had repositioned the hook in a higher branch while she had been
sleeping, and that she was now dangling yards above the ground. She could just
not believe how long the motor kept going, and she was about to think she was
going crazy when it suddenly stopped. Dangling in the wind she listened to the
sud- den and deafening silence. She calmed down and tried hard not to think of
the road. In- stead she tried to analyze her predicament. She was hanging from a
wire in the middle of nowhere. She was gagged and bound and utterly helpless.
She had no food or water and no idea as to what would happen next. She did not
even know if she would ever come down from this tree again. All she could do
was hang there. Sharon realized that the posi- tion of the hook on the harness
had her slumped over forwards. Like a old man with a cane she was bending
forward in a bow. She could feel the tight pressure as her weight bore down on
the small section of flesh between her legs. Although some weight was be- ing
carried by the strap around her waist, most was carried by her fork. Sharon also
no- ticed that despite all the weight on that section of the suit she could
still not feel any pres- sure on her mound, instead the pressure was being
transmitted to the flesh on either side. Tired and worn out she dropped her
head. Soon she was dozing again.
