Chapter X
Anette sits down on the bed and casually places her hand on Sharon's stomach.
"So my pet, you comfy?" she asks, a faint smile playing around the corners of
her mouth. She knew that Sharon was everything but comfortable. The leather
straps around her ankles and wrists were biting deep into her flesh, almost
blocking the circulation. The corset around her waist was terribly tight,
restricting her breathing to quick, shallow gasps. A in- flatable gag was
filling her mouth to it's absolute capacity, her cheeks bulging out from the
pressure. She twists and turns her wrists above her head where they were bound
to the bed. Despite the discomfort her nipples and sex throbs in anticipation.
Anette bends down and circles Sharon's nipple with her tongue. Reacting to
Sharon's moans she raises her head and smiles sweetly at her captive. "You
like?" she asks playfully before lifting herself off the bed. With Sharon
moaning and squirming in frustration she disappears through the door. For
several minutes she leaves Sharon alone and by the time she returns Sharon is
almost crying with frustration. Anette places something next to the bed and
seats herself between Sharon's open legs. Without saying a word she reaches
down and lifts some- thing off the floor. With a mischievous smile she shows a
bottle to Sharon. "Want some honey, honey?" she asks as she pours the sticky
fluid over Sharon's breasts. She bends down and slowly licks the honey up with
her tongue. The treatment is driving Sharon wild and she squirms and twists her
whole body. With her eyes closed she doesn't notice that Anette has moved and
her whole body spasms as a tongue suddenly licks her slit. She tries to spread
her legs even further but the bondage has her limbs pulled as tight as bow-
strings. Anette expertly flicks her tongue in and out of her sex, every movement
driving her further and further out of control. For a moment Anette pauses
before she plunges her whole face into Sharon's crotch. The tip of her tongue
finds Sharon's clit, driving her moaning over the edge.
Sharon slowly woke to the sound of crickets in the grass. Again she panicked as
she dis- covered she was bound but she soon woke completely and calmed down. The
pressure on her fork has grown and she was now really aching. Twisting and
turning she tried to alleviate some of the pressure, but the movement only
aggravated the throbbing. She was stiff and sore from hanging in the same
position the whole day. She moved as much as she could to get the circulation
going, but it was hopeless. Sighing deeply through her nose she tried to doze
off again, but a sharp pain in her neck told her that it would be im- possible.
She tried to stretch her neck by pushing her head backwards, but the cable
blocked her way. She was just about to start struggling again when she heard a
twig snap. For minutes she just hung there, not daring to even breathe. She had
just calmed down again when a faint touch to the sole of her foot almost killed
her with fright. She screamed into the gag and jerked her legs upwards while
struggled to get loose. She twisted and turned like a trout on a hook, but her
tortured body was too tired to struggle for long. Moaning in fear she felt her
legs slowly extend as tired muscles gave up the fight. At long last she was
again hanging as before. She felt sure it had been some sort of animal that had
touched her, and images of bears and wolves kept flashing through her mind. She
strained to listen for any other signs of life, but there was none. Shivering in
fear she waited for the claws to rip at her flesh, but nothing happened. After
a age of nervous wait- ing her head slowly tipped forward as she relaxed. Just
as she felt safe something touched the back of her knee. Again she screamed and
fought, and again nothing hap- pened. Sharon felt relief flood through her body
as she realized that it had to be a branch or something touching her. She was
giggling in relief when two strong hands suddenly grabbed hold of her ankles.
Sharon hung in tired surrender, drawing gulps of air through her nose. After a
long and valiant struggle the hands still had a firm hold of her legs. He was
just standing there holding on to them, not moving a muscle. At last she calmed
down and her breathing be- came easier. She felt a hot hand slowly and tenderly
slide up her left leg. Forcing herself to stay calm she waited to see what
would happen next. With one hand holding her legs still he slowly slid the
other in between her thighs. She clenched her thighs in fear and the hand
froze. Forcing herself to relax she felt her muscles loosen their grip and his
hand roamed further. Slowly he stroked and squeezed his way up her thigh until
he cupped her mound in his palm. She felt herself responding to his roaming
hand and she cursed at the suit that would not allow her to feel his touch. All
she could feel was the gentle pressure of his fingers on the insides of her
thighs, no sensation of touch was transmitted to her mound. Slowly he stroked
the flesh on either side of her sex. She was soon moaning into the gag in
desperation and desire. Still unable to do anything she almost cried when he
removed his hands. Twisting and turning she struggled against her bonds.
Thrusting her hips forwards into the air she tried to entice him into touching
her again. A small voice in her head was screaming it's rage at her for being
so easily manipulated, but it was fighting a losing battle against pure lust
and instinct that had taken over. Soon it was just a distant echo that was
drowned out by the rushing sound of red-hot blood pumping through her veins.
Gently he took hold of her leg again. He was now standing behind her, his hand
holding onto her bound ankles. His other hand slowly and deliciously slid up the
back of her left leg. Cupping her knee in his hand he stroked the sensitive
skin behind her knee with his thumb. Suddenly she could feel his hot breath on
her skin as he kissed and licked the back of her other knee. The treatment was
delicious torture and she moaned deep husky moans through her nose. Both his
hands slid up the back of her legs and took hold of her buns. Gently rubbing
and squeezing her arse he slowly drove her to madness. He slid two fingers down
her crack, one on either side of the rod. Slowly and rhythmically he began
working his fingers up and down the rod, each time coming closer to pushing his
fingers through to the other side. Sharon no longer had any control over her
body and as instinct took over she slowly began rocking her pelvis forwards and
backwards. She could feel a enormous orgasm begin to build in her body and she
started rocking faster. Just as she was about to plunge over the edge he
withdrew his hands and the orgasm subsided. Screaming in frustration and anger
she twisted and turned to get some sensation going, but it was too late. Once
again she could just hang there, the blood in her pussy and nip- ples pounding
away. When she had cooled down enough he again took hold of her. This time he
was standing in front of her, his hands reaching around her hips and holding
onto her butt. Slowly he started stroking her butt in small rhythmic circles.
The circles slowly grew larger, all the while driving her mad. Grabbing hold of
her hip bones he held her steady while he drove his face into her thighs. She
could feel his hot tongue licking and teasing every inch of sensitive flesh
that was not covered by the suit. Soon she was again squirming as the orgasm
built up, and again he abandoned her just before she could come. Sharon
realized that he was not going to allow her to orgasm and she bit hard on the
rubber gag in frustration. She was still cursing her captor when he started
again. This time he placed both palms on her thighs. Slowly he worked his way
upwards until he was stroking her sides. The delicious feel of his hands
stroking her waist was bitter-sweet as she realized she was being teased into
madness. Again he drove her to the edge, and again he yanked her back.
For what felt like hours Sharon was tortured in this way. She tried desperately
to deceive him into sending her over the edge by holding back. Each time her
body would betray her and she would start squirming and moaning - and each time
he would back away. Finally she now longer tried to fight, but merely let him
do with her what he would. He tortured her a few more times and then suddenly,
inexplicably he left her alone. Sharon grew desper- ate as she realized he had
gone and she had not once been allowed to come. Her whole body was aching with
desire and unfulfilled need, and she could do nothing about it. Squirming and
twisting she begged him to come back, but the gag prevented her from making any
recognizable sound. After a long time she gave up the struggle. Suddenly she
felt a hot breath in her neck and his arms encircled her waist from behind. "Do
you want to come?" he whispered into her ear. Crying tears of shame and desire
she nodded her head yes. "Do you surrender to my will?" he asked. Again she
nodded yes. "Then listen closely. You are my possession and I do with you what
I want. Your body and mind belongs to me. You will never again orgasm without
my wishing you to. As with your body your mind will be mine and I demand
complete control. Do you understand?" Again she nodded yes. "Very well." he
said and let go of her. For a second she thought he had left her and she was
about to panic when her nipples were stimulated by the suit. She arched her
chest outward at the unexpected sensation, trying to press them harder against
the brushes. Suddenly he was there, grabbing her from the front and circling
his hands around her waist. He pressed his body tight against hers and she felt
the vibrator in her pussy slowly come to life. She hardly had time to register
what was happening when the first orgasm took her.
Sharon slowly and reluctantly woke up. She had no idea how long she had slept,
and what time it was now. Her whole body was aching and she struggled to get
some circulation going. Her nipples and sex were still pounding with blood and
she knew she would be very tender for a few days to come. Swinging slowly in
the cool breeze she thought back over the experience. The first orgasm had been
like a volcano and a nuclear explosion com- bined. She had never lost control in
such a complete manner. Her mind had been swept away as her senses took over.
Being bound and unable to see had left her free of any distractions. She had
been caught in a world of sensations completely made of touch. No other sense
could penetrate this world and thus the sensation of orgasm was made so much
stronger. She could still remember his roaming hands, then gentle, then rough.
He had skillfully coached her into such a state that she was nothing more than
a sexual ma- chine longing for pleasure with every fiber of her being. She knew
she would easily have come without the aid of the nipple brushes or the dildo.
She still marveled at the strange device in her pussy. Usually it was thin and
unobtrusive. Although she could never quite forget of it's existence, it was
not big enough to demand constant attention or discomfort. But when he turned
it on it slowly grew as if by magic. As it grew it would twist and turn,
stimulating her vaginal walls with small rubber ribs. It would also start moving
in and out, doubling the pleasure and sensation. Sharon had never experienced
anything similar to the device and she would have loved to know how it worked.
Her only regret was that it did not stimulate her clitoris. In all the time
that she'd been wearing the suit her clit had not once been touched. After her
last experience she shuddered to think what her captor could do to her if he
ever had access to her clit. She realized that she was working herself into a
state again and she concentrated hard not to think about it, but blind and bound
it was impossible to flee her throbbing body. Despite all her efforts to
distract herself she was soon ready for more and she moaned into the gag. The
steady throbbing in her sex grew faster as her heart rate increased at the
arousal. Soon she was lost in a world of de- sire that would drive her off her
mind.
The hours dragged by with only her dreams and body for company. The torture of
being left to confront your own body was unbearable and she knew she would
never be the same again. In all that time the only distraction had been a brief
moment she had taken to urinate. As the warm fluid ran down her leg she snarled
in disgust, but there was no way around it. After she had done she could smell
the musky odor of sex that had been flushed out with the urine. It even made
matters worse. She was assailed from all sides with sensations. The pain and
throbbing where the suit pressed into her fork. The ache of sore muscles and
tendons that had been kept immobile for hours. The burning thirst in her throat
and of course the throbbing of her sex. Sharon could feel the beginnings of a
dark despair that threatened to engulf her mind. What if he'd left again. What
if he's not coming back? What if some wild animal finds me here? Surely he has
to be here, he has to unlock the cuffs. She suddenly felt something touch her
toe. Hoping that he was about to arouse her again she kept perfectly still.
Relief flooded over her whole being as she realized she was touching the
ground. Slowly her body was being lowered to the ground and soon she could
stand with her feet flat on the ground. The cable was extending slowly and it
took a long time before she could feel the weight on the harness lessen. Her
tortured limbs screamed in pain as she tried to support herself and her legs
gave way under her. After several more eternity's she was finally able to sit
down on her haunches. But now she faced a new problem. With the weight removed
from the harness the blood was rushing back to her fork and the pain was
excruciating. Sobbing in relief and pain she waited for the worst to pass
before she tried stand again. Her legs were still to weak to support her and
fell down again. She moved as far as the cable would allow from the puddle of
urine in the sand and lay down. She was still bound and helpless and could only
wait for her tormentor to come and release her.
She was carefully listening for the sound of his approach when the cuffs
suddenly clicked in unison and released her. Very surprised she withdrew her
hands from the cuffs and rubbed her wrists. Her elbows and shoulders were
aching painfully at the movement and her hands shook as she slowly removed the
gag. It took several minutes of painful blinking before she could get used to
the bright sunlight streaming through her eyelids. Finally she was used to the
light and she looked at her watch. It was 8 am on Sunday morning, ex- actly 24
hours since her ordeal had begun. She painfully worked her stiff jaw as she re-
moved the cuffs around her ankles. Slowly she crawled back to the shelter of the
tree and away from they road. Grabbing a water bottle she drank hard and deep
on the clear fluid. She almost retched most of it up again because she had
drunk to much, but she managed to keep it down. Ignoring the uncomfortable
pressure of the clasp in her back she leaned against the tree and relaxed for a
while.
