Dangerous Games

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WARNING! THIS IS A WORK OF EROTIC BDSM FICTION. IT IS ADULT ORIENTED MATERIAL

OF A SEXUAL AND VIOLENT NATURE. The copyright of this story remains with the author, Night Owl. This posting does not give you the rights to post this on

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Dangerous Games

by Night Owl

Chapter Posted: 07/08

(Story Content: M/f, Outdoor Bondage)

Chapter 2

If you saw Shana Wall walking down the street, you would never dream she was such a sexual deviate. You would never imagine her begging to have her nipples savagely twisted, her pussy flogged repeatedly, or her ass beaten until it turned a bright red.

At 32, she still had the body of a twenty year old. Her petite 5 ft. 5 in. frame was well-proportioned at a 34 bust, 24 waist, and 33 hips. Her eyes were a deep brown, as was her hair (though she had recently dyed it blonde at David's request). As an actress/model, Shana was still a reletive unknown, even in Los Angeles where she lived and worked, so she could still go out an socialize without being swamped by photographers. She had suitors coming out of the hand-carved woodwork, and she was playing the field like a concert virtuoso, leaving a trail of broken hearts in her wake, until she met David. Then everything changed.

Shana fell for him that first day they shot a commercial together. He was also an actor, about the same age, but everything Shana wasn't - wild, crazy, rebellious, and able to do things that would embarrass a 'lesser man.' It was David who first introduced bondage in their lovemaking. At first their bedroom games were very light and playful, then they grew more intense, more complex. During her daily life, Shana was still aggressive and ambitious in her work, and carefree in her social life, her cooking, and her love for travel. But in the bedroom, she belonged to David, and allowed him to use her in anyway he wished. He always wanted to push the limits as to what she thought she could handle. The games were no longer just confined to the house, they became excursions that were voyuristic, even dangerous at times, and it drew Shana in like a vacuum.

She thought back to the last time, almost two weeks ago, when he took her to a strip bar. They sat there for an hour and watched the dancers perform, then without a word, took her out to a back alley and raped her. 'Rape' seemed like a strong word for what happened, but that's what it was, wasn't it? He pushed her up against the building wall, locking her tiny wrists together above her head with one hand, while ripping off her black dress with the other and breaking both of the spaghetti straps off her shoulders. She had no bra, no panties on underneath (again, at his request), so she was stark naked without the dress, save for her black heels. Shana blushed as she remembered the feel of the gritty cold brick wall behind her, and his fully-clothed body pinned against her in front. She remembered the musky odor of her sex and he entered her; a couple snickering as they passed the alley in the street. How could he possibly force her to do something so humiliating?

Force her?

Shana was lying to herself. David had made the slightest suggestion of a request simply by taking her hand and leading her to the back door. He hadn't even asked her out loud, and she jumped at the opportunity. God, what a slut she was! She had two unbelievable climaxes in that filthy alley. In fact, just thinking about it was making her hot. 

Shana had persuaded him to stay at her place that night. God if felt so good to fall asleep in his arms. In the morning, she was awakened by the glorious sensation of his lips kissing her thighs, of his tongue doing the most wonderful things in her vagina. After that orgasm, David entered her and brought her to a second climax just before he ejaculated. After that marvellous session, he had insisted they needed a shower, and they spent that time washing and massaging each other from head to toe. What a morning! She was late for a photoshoot that day, but it had been worth it. She needed him again, and soon, but both of them had busy schedules the following week, making it impossible for them to get together. They finally agreed in two weeks they would met that Friday night right after work. It was a long wait, but David promised her it would be worth it. He had a very special game planned for her.

By Friday morning, Shana was so pent up with anticipation of what might come that she could hardly concentrate on anything else. She couldn't stand the fact that almost two weeks had passed since they were last together. Then just before noon, he called and canceled on her. Some lame excuse about shooting some last minute commercial. He got her to admit that she was free all weekend, and told her he would make it up it up to her on Saturday. She was furious at this late cancellation and let him know it, but after that, what could she do? So Shana agreed.

Later that evening, she thought of his last words on the phone, "I wouldn't do anything tonight. Just get some rest and be up and ready to leave by 8:00 a.m. sharp tommorrow."

"But where are we going? How am I supposed to know what to pack?" she peppered him with questions.

"I'll let you know what to pack and where we're going when I get there."

He was being very mysterious about it, which only heightened her anticipation.

Throwing off her clothes, Shana trotted into the bathroom and turned on the shower, then adjusted the flow to get a good steam going. The warm water felt good on her body, in fact, so good that she decided to dust off the 'vib' later and play her own game before hitting the sheets. She had wanted to be with David so bad that she figured to drain the batteries in the thing before she was finished. If she got up late the next morning, then he could damn well wait!

Her plans were interrupted though when David snuck into her house and attacked her in the shower. Was Shana dissapointed? Hardly!

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That morning, David still wouldn't tell her where they were going. To make the suspense even worse, when Shana started to pack, he just laughed and dragged her back to the bed and handcuffed her wrists to frame.

"I'll pack for you," he said.

"I thought you'd want your slave to do her share of the packing?"

"Not this time," he teased. "I'm controlling every little detail of this trip."

Laying there in her bathrobe, Shana wondered just what was she getting herself into? About 10 minutes later he came back into the room with two packbacks.

"We're going camping," he said, unlocking her handcuffs.

Shana's anticipation grew ten-fold. Her heart began to beat like a rabbit against her chest. He could do all sorts of things to her on a camping trip, especially if it was someplace secluded.

"I bought these for you," he tossed a stack of clothes on the bed. "Put them on for me, will you, Hon."

"Whatever you say, Sir," she took the clothes and sauntered into the bathroom.

Brushing her hair, Shana took a moment to check herself in the mirror. She had been hitting the tanning booths lately to get some color back into her fair skin. She even laid out nude a few times in the enclosed patio outside of her condo to burn out her bikini lines a little so they wouldn't show. She gave her arms and legs a quick shave to smooth them out, then trimmed the hair around her pussy, leaving just a whisp of coverage.

Shana sorted through the clothes, and laughed to herself when she saw them. There was very little to wear - no panties, no bra; just a pair of very short, very loose jogging shorts and a spaghetti strap tank top cropped high under her breasts. She put them on, then tied her hair back into a pony tail, while admiring her new look in the mirror. The white see-through halter top did everything to emphasize her breasts, and one could clearly see the dark shadow of her nipples as they jutted through the tight fabric.

She laced up her hiking boots and emerged from the bathroom, turning around slowly so David could appraise her from every angle.

"So . . . what do you think?"

"Very nice, my pet," he said, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

He took her in his arms and gave her long kiss, then thrust the tiny pack in her arms.

"This one's yours," he said. "Let's go."

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They set out into a gorgeous morning, driving for hours in David's Jeep Cherokee, the music blaring, windows down, the light and warmth of the early summer washing over their bodies.

"The trees are beautiful," he quipped. "They only need a pretty girl and some rope to make them perfect."

"Maybe you'll find one," Shana shot back with a smile.

About two hours had passed since leaving the city before David, unexpectedly and without warning, pulled into a gas station.

"Would you mind going in and getting a six-pack of Avian for us?" he asked, while keeping the engine running.

Shana looked at him suspiciously, "You didn't pack any water?"

"We've got a two gallon jug in my pack, but that's for after we break camp. I forgot we'll need some for the hike up. Sorry, Hon."

Shana glanced down at herself, then over at the station through her open window. There were two men standing and talking next to a large semi truck. Another man was at the pumps, filling up his pick-up.

"You want me to go in there dressed like this?"

"Hey, I'm doing all the driving," he gave her a twenty dollar bill. "If anyone gets fresh, I'll punch him out for you, OK? Now scoot, we're losing daylight."

"You scamp!" Shana scolded him as she opened the door and slowly got out.

Taking a breath, she headed toward the mini mart located inside the station. The man pumping gas immediately took notice, then the two truckers broke off their conversation to watch her as she approached. Her walk was a long one. David made sure of that by parking clear over to the other side of the lot. Her shorts rode so high and loose, leaving the unmerciful sight of her long legs and a even bit of 'cheek' to the men watching. It would have been indecent to wear such a thing in pubic, not to mention her halter top, and the dark tint of her nipples pointing softly through it from underneath.

Shana had modeled in skimpy bikinis and lingere, but she never felt so exposed as this. Her heart began to beat faster as she approached. David had the engine running when she left. What if he drove off and left her? Was this the game he was taking about - to leave her stranded at a crowded gas station dressed in this slutty outfit?

The two truckers stared openly as she passed with little regard to what her reaction might be, and just before entering the station, she heard one them mention something about "her ass."

The store clerk was no better at keeping his eyes off her and fumbled with his register while she paid for the Avian. Stepping outside again, Shana was more than relieved that David hadn't driven off without her, though the walk back to the Jeep seemed just as long. The man with the pick-up had left, but the truck drivers were still there, watching. She could almost feel their greedy eyes all over her body, almost boring into her as walked across the dusty parking lot.

Why don't you take a fucking picture! She almost wanted to yell back at them, but she didn't. The fact was, Shana was beginning to enyoy it.

"Enjoy the trip?" David joked as she opened the door.

"Like I said," she tossed a bottle in his lap, "you're a scamp!"

They didn't arrive at their destination until a little bit after lunch. Being a city girl, Shana had no idea where they were. The signs proclaimed it to be a National Wilderness Area, and the wooded hills rolled off towards the horizon, but she didn't see any mountains around. She was intensely curious as to what David had planned, but knew that asking him for even a hint would be pointless.

Locking up the Cherokee, there wasn't much preparation to do. Shana stretched her limbs for a minute, then pulled the backpack out and hefted it onto her shoulders.

"Nice ass," he commented with a wolfish grin.

"Those two truckers thought so."

They both laughed. It felt good to be out in the clean air and warm sunshine. And to finally be alone.

"Why don't you take the lead," his eyes were still raking over her. "I like admiring the fauna as well as the flora around here."

"Yes, Sir. Which way?"

"Over there."

The trail David pointed to looked like it hadn't been used much. They walked single file up a gentle slope, sharing the scent of fresh pine, flowers and moist soil. They had talked themselves out during the drive up, so the banter was light, sporadic. Along the way, they only encountered one other couple passing them from the other direction. It felt as if Shana and David had the whole planet to themselves!

The trail dipped down into a creek they had to forage across, but after that, it was uphill all the way. She didn't have a watch, but from the shift of the sun she estimated they had been hiking steadily for about two hours before David found the side trail he was looking for. To Shana's eye it looked more like an animal track than a hiking trail. Being a wilderness area the "main" trail had been pretty rough in places, but at least there were occasional telltales of human passage.

After their turn-off, the climb grew steeper, and the foliage began to thin out, taking much of the shade with it. It seemed to Shana, that they were actually ascending the base of a large rocky hill. She adjusted the straps on her pack and that seemed to help a little. David had stuffed it full and it was getting quite heavy. She still didn't know what was inside. She half-expected to find a rock in there when she unpacked it, but she didn't complain. She was really enjoying trip so far, and excited to find out what David had planned up here in the middle of nowhere. Throughout the hike, she remained in front. Shana liked the idea that she was being watched as they made their way up the rocky trail. There was certainly plenty of her to look at considering what little she had on, and she had a pretty good idea that even this small luxury would be denied her once they reached their destination. 

It didn't take long before the trail had vectored them off around a modest hill, providing a change of scenery. They came upon a good sized rock to their right, bright red and weathered, like the rocks in Utah and looking a bit out of place. David called a halt, and they snacked, resting a few moments. For some reason he stared at Shana the whole time, a smile playing on his lips. The attention was not unwelcome, but she wasn't at all sure what he was thinking.

Then the break was over. David said softly, "Time to go, put your pack on", yet he didn't reach for his. When Shana had the straps fastened, he stepped up behind her and took hold of her wrists, whispering,

"Close your eyes and don't move."

Startled, she did exactly as directed, intensely curious as to what manner of inspiration the rock had given him. She heard him unzipping part of her pack, followed shortly by his taking, first one of her wrists and then the other, then wrapping leather cuffs around them. The sound of small padlocks clicking shut told her that she wasn't going to be able to just unbuckle them if she got tired of wearing them. David gently pulled her elblows together and fastened another pair of cuffs to them. Another clicking sound, and her arms were firmly fastened together against her pack. The position was a bit awkward, but not uncomfortable, and Shana suspected that she would probably be like this for a while, so she gave thanks for small favors. But David wasn't finished yet. She felt a leather collar, her collar, snap around her neck. She could feel a chain leash dangling down between her legs from behind.

"Now you really ARE my slave, pet," he teased.

What??? Shana's eyes suddenly snapped open. They hadn't seen anyone on the trail for, at least, two hours, but being bound up like this, and collared like an animal was making her very nervous. It wasn't like the game they played in the alley behind the strip club, which had happened so fast it made her head spin. This time, Shana had time to think about what they were doing. Being forced to wear these minuscule shorts  and slutty top was bad enough. Now this! What if someone happened by? How embarrasing that would be!

"David . . . I don't think . . ."

But the gentle caress of his hands on her breasts from behind suddenly calmed her. Shana closed her eyes again and moaned while he explored her bound body with impunity, his hands reaching up underneath her halter top to touch her more intimately. Turning her around, he pulled her close to him. Shana could feel his cock against her, now enlarged to show its appreciation.

Whispering in her ear, he said, "This trip is about trust. I promise you I'll take care of you, and make sure that nothing bad happens to you; that I'll protect you if the unexpected should strike. Trust. Do you trust me?"

Aroused even more by David's words than by his touch, Shana whispered back, "Yes Sir, I do . . . but why are we whispering?"

Both of them chuckled at that. Mirth warming his voice, he breathed an answer as they kissed again,

"Because seductions are sexier when whispered."

He sent his hands sliding slowly down her body. Shana nearly swooned. They felt so good on her. They kissed for awhile before he pushed her away.

"Now onward, slave," he said grabbing the leash.

"Yes Master."

They had been slowly gaining altitude, and the surroundings were turning rockier, more rugged. The sun was directly overhead, and with no shade, her back, legs and underarms were really beginning to sweat. It was awkward at first, walking through rough terrain bound as she was, but she soon grew accustomed to it by keeping a slower pace. Thankfully, David was patient with her progress. Who needed hands while hiking, anyway?

Other little animal trails, like the one they hiked on occasionally crossed or branched out. At each intersection, David didn't even hesitate, or check a map. It was both reassuring and a bit scary, realizing that he knew exactly where they were going. This wasn't a hike of discovery and exploration, this was a hike with a destination. Shana wondered what it was.

The summit of their climb seemed near, as the trail zigzagged in a series of switchbacks. By the time they reached the top, they were both breathing hard, but the incredible view more than compensated them for their labors. There were large boulders everywhere, mixed with pine and other foliage. Off in the distance, Shana could see the other side of the mountain drop off into a steep canyon.

The trail took them close to a large rock, and they skirted around to the far side where the foliage grew thick, creating a narrow passage. Shana was still leading the way, and with her arms still locked behind her back, she couldn't use her hands to move the many small branches and bits of dry underbrush out of her way. In just a short while Shana had collected an impressive set of small scratches on her poor legs. David, of course, made no move to help her along, his remarks limited to navigational instructions. The scamp!

When a small clearing opened up, he finally called a halt and set his pack on the ground.

"We camp here."

"Well it's about time," Shana breathed a sigh of relief.

The area was peppered with large boulders, bushes and pine. Just ahead, the plateau they were on made the sharp descent into the canyon. Humans had camped here before, although not many. There was a rude ring of stones surrounding a darkened piece of earth and the base of a large rock, but it looked like a fire hadn't burned there for some time.

Sounding both confident and eager, David directed her to a small dead tree stump near the fire ring.

"Sit here and get some rest while I break camp."

So Shana sat there, kneeling sideways and leaning against the stump, her arms still bound while David put the tent up. Like the rest of her body, her legs were covered with a sheen of sweat, and the fine powder-like dirt stuck to her calves and thighs from where she sat. She gazed at the scratches and sighed. Shana was always very particular about her appearance and dress.

Now look at me, she thought.

David got the tent up quickly then threw the sleeping bags inside.

"There," he said, "all the comforts of home."

Helping Shana up to her feet again, he directed her to a huge near-cylinder of rock that had been thrust up nearly six feet from the earth. She had noticed it when they first arrived, but only after they got closer did the Freudian symbolism of it strike her, and she burst out laughing.

David's laughter joined hers as he remarked dryly, "It's not quite as hard as mine is right now, but it does set the mood."

He unlocked her wrists and let her remove the pack. Finally, here hands were freed! Shana hadn't realized what a luxury it was just to able to reach up and scrach her nose. She was allowed a few minutes to stretch her arms and get the kinks out of her shoulders.

"Sit," he then ordered, "with your back agaist the rock.

As she did so, David fished out a piece of rope and a red bandana from the pack.

It didn't take much of an imagination to figure out what he was up to. They had played the helpless damsal game before, and everytime she felt a little reluctant to go along because she never knew what to expect. This time, they were out in the wilderness, just the two of them. In just a few moments, she would be completely helpless, completely at his mercy. If Shana didn't trust David so much, then this would have been a good time to be scared out of her wits. As it was, the butterflies were swarming in her stomach.

He pulled her arms back and tied her wrists together, locking them around the rock. He then rolled up the bandana and used that as a gag for her mouth. More ropes were pulled out. He wrapped on long piece around her torso, with the bands stretching tightly both above and below her breasts. Shana moaned with pleasure as he did this. The ropes felt good there, but she wished she didn't have her top on. She had been trussed up with rope before, usually naked, and loved the feel, the abrasiveness of course rope fibers rubbing against her flesh.

"Comfortable?"

"Mmmmmmph," she nodded her head 'yes.' Shana actually was comfortable with the rock to lean against, even with her upper body completely immobilized. Her legs were still free though, but that was about to change. With two more short pieces of rope, David tied knots around each ankle. Then he took the hammer he used on the tent stakes and pounded two more roughly three feet in front of her and five feet apart. Her ankles were then tied to the stakes, opening her legs and stretching them into a wide V.

"That should keep you from wandering off," he patted her on the thigh, "I have some things to attend to, so I'll be away for awhile, in fact I don't know WHEN I'll be back, but you'll be safe here in the shade."

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmph!" She moaned.

"Now remember what I told you about trust?" he said, "I care for you much too much to lose you, even if you chicken out and try to run away, I won't permit it. You and I have invested far too much time in this to back out now."

With that, David picked up her pack and hiked off toward the canyon. She sat and watched him disappear into the brush, wondering what manner of nefarious things he was off to do. Looking around the empty camp, then down at herself, she felt truly helpless and vulnerable. Never before, had David left her alone like this - at least not outside of the bedroom. What if a another hiker happened by while he was gone? Even worse, what if he DIDN'T come back? Of course he would never do that intentionally, but there was always the unexpected, like if he were to fall and injure himself, for instance. Leaning her head back against the rock, Shana closed her eyes.

"Trust," she murmered to herself and sighed.

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