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: 08/08

(Story Content: M/f, Outdoor Bondage)

Chapter 3

By the early afternoon, the temperature was a sweltering 95 degrees. The sun, like a gigantic yellowish orb, flashed its light upon the campsite. Though Shana was in the shade with a tall pillar of rock towering over her, she still couldn't escape the heat. Sweat beaded on her forehead and got into her eyes. She wished she could wipe off her brow, but the ropes held firm in keeping her arms pressed firmly around the rock behind her. More ropes tied around her jutting breasts pulled her hard against the uneven surface. How long had David been gone? A half-hour? Forty-five minutes? It seemed much longer.

(What the hell is he up to?) She thought.

Then, from somewhere in the distance, she heard a hammer striking something metallic. The large boulders all around her reflected and distorted the sound, making it impossible to localize. It seemed to be coming from all around. Certain that it had to be David, she gave a soft snort of laughter through her gag.

(Well, now I know.)

She shifted her body a little against the rock. The stakes kept her long, slender legs stretched wide in a V, and the skimpy shorts David made her wear left wide gaping holes around her thighs that wouldn't have been so revealing if she had thought to put some panties on underneath.

The hammering continued for another ten minutes then stopped and everything was quiet. 

(Okay this is peaceful. Peaceful as a cemetery!)

The sun passed slowly overhead, but the day only seemed to get hotter. Her legs were really sweating now, and she could feel it trickling down from under her arms and between her breasts, leaving those oh-so-attractive wet patches on her tank top. She became painfully aware of how rough and uneven the rock felt against her back. She also began to notice other details about her situation. The wild grass, for instance, rose up from the dry ground like bamboo shoots and tickled her behind the knees. There were also plenty of black ants around the campsite. They seemed to thrive in the heat, foraging tirelessly on the ground, and on her, so she had to keep shifting her body as much as she could just to keep the little buggers from crawling into her shorts.

Though Shana didn't feel particularly turned on by the whole scene, something nonetheless, caused her body to react that way. Her nipples were getting painfully hard underneath her top, and the glistening love nectar between her legs meant her desire was certainly real enough.

It wasn't long after the hammering stopped, when David came striding back into camp, without her pack. In one hand he was carrying a piece of cloth and some rope. Shana breathed a sigh of relief.

"Enjoying your time out here in the great outdoors," he brushed an ant off her leg and laughed, "or is it enjoying you?"

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmph!"

He removed the gag to give her some water, which she gulped down vigorously.

"Sorry, about this, but I didn't expect to be gone so long."

"What were you doing out there?"

"You'll find out soon enough."

He untied Shana from the rock and allowed her to sit in the shade and rest while he gathered wood.

The sun was getting lower in the sky, it's rays turning golden, and the temperature finally dropped to a comfortable 78 degrees. After the fire was made, David picked up the cloth and rope he was carrying earlier and tossed them on the ground next to her.

"Take your clothes off and put these on."

What now? Shana asked herself as she scooped up the garment. It was merely a piece of brown rep cloth, cut in the shape of a narrow rectangle with a large hole in the middle.

"I'm supposed to wear this?" She looked at him suspiciously.

"Of course," he said. "You're my slave now, and this is what slave girls wear. Put it on."

The butterflies were giving her stomach another major workout. Shana wasn't sure if it was fear or anticipation that caused this - maybe a little of both. Setting the cloth down, she pulled the halter top over her head, releasing her breasts. She did it slowly, so David would get an eyeful. She liked teasing him while undressing. It was the only time she felt in control of the situation. Tossing him the top, she then pulled her shorts down and stepped out of them. She was now naked as a jaybird, save for her hiking boots.

Holding the shorts and top triumphantly in his hand, David gave her a wolfish smile and said, "I like you better naked, especially out here. It'll be a shame to see you covered up again." 

"Oh I'm sure there will be plenty of opportunities to see me like this later," she teased, grabbing the rep cloth.

Her new garment slipped over her head like a poncho with the rope tied off as a belt to bring it together around her waist. The large hole in the middle dipped very low between her breasts and the sides were left open to expose her flanks. According to David, 'slaves' were usually forced to go barefoot, but since there were so many prickly cactus around, Shana was allowed to keep her boots on; thankfully! 

"Very nice," he nodded his head in approval, "and now for the final touch."

David produced a shiny steel collar with a ring behind for a leash, and snapped it around her neck.

"There. Now go make us dinner. Everything you need is in the tent."

While David watched, Shana prepared the food. She was constantly aware of the rough tunic opening and shifting around her body as she moved. The sun had almost gone completely down and the fire felt good against those exposed parts as the temperature fell. She settled down next to David, after he accepted the food she gave him, and they both started munching.

After a few mouthfuls, he grinned at her and said, "You know, it's really gratifying to have a pretty slave girl tending my home fire for me," he winked, then added, "and you look especially sexy with the firelight showing off your body like that." Shana blushed and said nothing, feeling happy that her 'new master' was pleased. She was really getting into the scenario. After they finished eating, she washed out the plates and left them hanging nearby to dry.

"I know it's getting dark now," David announced, "we probably have less than 30 minutes of light left, so we have to hurry. There is something I want to show you. Grab the flashlight, and follow me."

He doused the fire while Shana popped into their tent and snagged the light. When she emerged, he was holding a leash.

"You're going to lead the way with the light," he said, "and I'll direct you as we go."

After clipping the leash to the back of her collar, David gave her right tush a playful slap, and they were off.

They hiked through more thick brush to the top of a ravine, then across the rim overlooking their camp to the left side, and the canyon to the right. Shana caught sight of her pack perched on a rock ahead, soon they were both standing

next to it, looking down into the canyon.

"C'mere," he said.

As he was unlocking the leash, Shana caught sight of a sturdy rope tied around a tree that went over the edge.

"That's right, my pet," David said, noticing her gaze. "What I want to show you is about 25 feet down the face. There are lots of good hand-holds, easy repelling, and a wide ledge at the bottom. I'll go first, then I'll light your way when you follow me down. OK?"

Shana stared nervously at the rope. Twice, she had gone with him to a rock climbing gym and tried repelling, but this was the real thing, and there was no harness to wear either.

"Um . . . well, if you're sure I can do this in the dark, OK."

"Don't worry, sweetheart. Here, put these on." He gave her a pair of gloves, then climbed down first.

Shana couldn't fathom what he had found, but if he said it was an easy climb down, then she was willing to chance it, even without a harness. She put the gloves on and waited until he reached the bottom.

"All right, go ahead," he called up.

The rope was knotted every twelve inches so her hands wouldn't slip. Placing her boots firmly against the rock, she slowly lowered herself down. Even without the flashlight, it seemed easy, and not as steep as she thought. Only one spot had a slight drop off, and David coached her through that part. She felt really turned on too, dangling off the cliff, nearly naked with her loose tunic flapping in the breeze. As David shined the light up from below, she wondered if that was really for her benefit, or for his.

After reaching the bottom, she brushed herself off and looked around. The ledge was about four feet wide; from the edge it was about a fifty foot straight drop all the way down to a rocky slope below. Shana wasn't afraid of heights, but she was increasingly baffled about what they were doing there.

"You won't be needing the gloves anymore," David told her, so she slipped them off.

He took Shana by the hand and led her a few dozen feet along the ledge, then clicked on the flashlight and illuminated the face of the rock. Shana gasped, then burst out laughing.

"For me?" were the only words she could manage to get out, she was laughing so hard.

Finally she understood what all the noise she heard before was about. Into the smooth face of the cliff David had driven four heavy-duty pitons deep into the stone, widely spaced, two high, and two just above the ledge. Each of them had a short length of sturdy chain hanging from them and steel cuffs on the end.

He pulled her wrists behind her back and pinned her elbow together with one arm. "Yes, pet, for you. Especially for you, and only for you."

Keeping her arms together, he untied the rope from her waist with the other hand, and tossed it over the edge. He reached into the tunic and squeezed her breasts gently, possessively. Shana closed her eyes and nearly swooned.

"I've dreamed all my life of having a partner who I could share this fantasy with, I'm glad I finally found you. Now I don't plan to wait another minute."

He let go of her arms, but only so he could pull the tunic off over her head. Holding the crude garment over the edge, he let it drop.

"So what am I supposed to wear back to camp?"

"Who says you're going back to camp?" He gently pushed her against the rock and held her there. Shana could feel the cold, gritty surface crushing against her naked breasts. To each side of her, the shackles hung, open and waiting.

"Now turn around to face me," he ordered, "legs together, arms up."

Still stunned at the revelation of what was about to happen to her, Shana moved into the position he wanted and slowly reached up to grab both of the chains.

David closed the shackles around her wrists, then with two hollow clicks, locked each one with a small padlock. Shana's arms were now raised high and splayed out above her head, making her look a little like Fay Wray, chained up and waiting for the great ape, King Kong to come crashing through the jungle. Only Fay wasn't as naked as she was! Before continuing on, David took hold of her shackled wrists, and ran his hands down her arms, then around her breasts. He savored the moment, taking his time to connect with her. Shana closed her eyes again and moaned.

"OK, spread 'em," he said with a tender smile on his face.

Shana didn't have to be told. Stretching her body a little, she opened her legs wide and positioned her feet next to the chains. David knelt down, tugged her right ankle a little further, then closed and locked the shackles. Her foot didn't touch the ledge now, and she had to shift her weight on her left a little foot just to support herself.

David grabbed that foot, tugged on it, and snapped that lock closed too. She was hanging from her wrists against the rock now, spread-eagled. Immediately, she twisted and squirmed, exploring the limits of her bonds, and found that she could support most of her weight by using the front part of her feet. Shana was grateful for the boots. It was an awkward stretch for her legs, but it wasn't uncomfortable. Yet.

"My, oh my! If only you could see how beautiful you look, chained to the face of the mountain like that," his voice filled with a dreamy rapture. "This is even better than I ever imagined!"

Shana smiled back. His praise made her feel good, and any apprehensions she had, slowly melted away.

"I want to help make all your fantasies come true, Sir," she said. Then after a long pause, "I suppose it goes without saying, but I'll say it anyway. I'm completely helpless and at your mercy. You can do anything with me that your twisted and kinky heart desires. I can't stop you, and there's no one I can call out to for help."

Indeed, she looked so exquisite, there wasn't a man (or woman, in fact) that wouldn't have stared at her in admiration. Her breasts rose like soft, gentle swells from her protruding ribs; her dark pink nipples, pointed outward unabashedly in the cool, night air. The small tuft of hair between her outstretched legs looked particularly inviting.

"And it's damned exciting being chained up like this," she continued to tease him. "Like a scene right out of Greek mythology."

David grinned, "You should be careful what you wish for. Remember, in those myths there was usually some flesh-eating creature lurking nearby, and not all the beautiful captives were rescued by the hero."

He pressed his hard chest up against her, pressing her back against the rock. Whispering in her ear he added,

"I'm glad you find this enjoyable too, my pet, but what comes next will be for my benefit, not yours."

He nuzzled against her, kissing her cheek, her throat, behind her ear, until she started groaning and squirming with lust. The whispering resumed,

"You see, I'm the creature that's been terrorizing the towns people around here, and you're a young virgin, the sacrificial offering by which they hope to placate me," he chuckled. "Eventually, you will be eaten, of course, but not after I've toyed with you for awhile, watch you squirm as I tease you -- like cat playing with a wounded mouse before he devours it."

Her kissed her down the neck, and elicited soft moans of approval, when his lips brushed against her right nipple with the lightest of touches. Shana thought she would go mad, not being able to move, and wished he would take her right then. But at the same time, she didn't want the feeling to end either. He pressed up to her again. She could feel his erection through his shorts pressing hotly against her right thigh. His lips explored her further, and Shana squirmed in helpless arousal, the chains rattling against the stone.

David had her exposed and helpless on many other occasions, and in so many different ways, but there was something magical about this moment; the warm rock, the cool open air against her nude body, the heavy chains, the early night sky filling up with millions of twinkling stars overhead. There was an energy flowing between them more potent than anything she had ever felt with him before. His touches left behind little trails of electricity that touched off every single nerve in her flesh. He trailed more wet kisses over to the other nipple, flicking it with the tip of his tongue, moving with her as she squirmed as best as she could, pinned between his warm lean body and the gritty rock. David knew her so well. Into her ear he whispered fiercely, his breath hot,

"Of course, the analogy is apt. In many ways you are still virginal. I want something from you, girl. I want it, and I will take it. You have no choice but to accept your fate. All you may influence now, is the manner of my obtaining it."

He reached into his pack for a bottle, unscrewed the top and poured something into his hand, then her started massaging her breasts. The oil felt warm and silky against her cold skin.

"Your tits feel so good in my hands. So helpless and vulnerable."

Reaching for more oil, his hands resumed their careful caressing of her body, up and down her arms, across her belly and back to her breasts, wringing a series of low, lusty moans from her. The energy flowing between them intensified. His slippery wet fingers slipped between her legs, and she groaned loudly at the rush of pleasant sensations. It was disconcerting to hear it echoed back a moment later, bouncing off the facing cliff, but she could no longer control herself. Ordinarily her mind would be racing, evaluating possibilities, weighing risks. It refused to work properly; somehow he had mesmerized her with this magic moment. She was entirely focused on the here and now. David had chained her to the side of a mountain, stripped her of her clothing, yet she trusted him like she trusted no other. Shana didn't know what he was going to take from her,  but she wanted him to have it.

"I'm all yours, Sir", she whispered anxiously. "Take whatever you wish from me."

David chuckled, but said nothing. Pulling away from her, the air felt suddenly colder where the warmth of his body had been, and Shana whimpered softly. She watched him retreat back as they walked over to the rope, then picked his way carefully up the dark red rock. She wanted to call out to him, to beg him to stay, but Shana had learned something of his preferences, so her intuition said it would be best to remain quiet, and wait. He would return soon, after leaving her alone for awhile to suffer through her helplessness.

When David vanished over the rim, she watched hopelessly as he pulled the rope up behind him. That completely unnecessary act slammed home just how thoroughly imprisoned she was here. She surveyed her bondage again. Even the chains were thick and tough. She snickered with amusement as she realized that the weakest link was her own body.

This bondage was not just a trick that David pulled on her. Everything was as sturdy as it looked and felt. Without assistance, without someone to set her free, she would be there for the rest of her life. A very sobering thought. Shana stared up into the dark sky, still very much in the grip of the moment, still feeling strange energies crackling within her. Wishing that David would come back. She stared at the stars, wondering how many beings on how many planets were bound as helplessly as she was just then, how many lives depended on the whim of some friend, some lover, some owner. She could still feel a pulling, an aching emptiness between her legs. When David finally returned (if he returned) Shana would be pleading for him to take her right there on the ledge. He knew that.

The night was so calm. The sounds of crickets and other insects filled the air with their songs. A coyote howled in the distance. The moon in its full brightness lit up only part of the canyon wall on the other side. Directly below Shana on her side, was only blackness that seemed to go on forever, like a dark chasm opening up to swallow her if she should fall into it.

In the moonlight, her tanned body, still glistening from the oil, almost matched the color of the desert rock. In fact, a passerby might have mistaken her at first glance, to be the sculpture of a beautiful, nude woman reclined against the cold, rough surface, her form carefully and painstakingly chiseled away and buffed to perfection. Shana smiled at this. After all, bondage was much like art - the way it bends and molds the human body in ways that makes the onlooker draw a breath and stare with intrigue. Resting her head back against the rock, she closed her eyes and pictured herself in a museum with a long line of onlookers studying her, appraising her form. Her imagination worked every angle of that fantasy, and she wished David was there so she could share it with him.

Opening her eyes, Shana gazed around again at her surroundings. As she did so, her thoughts took a darker turn. Everything looked so primitive. As the moon ducked behind a small cloud, shadows clawed up the narrow, black canyon, as if reaching to snatch her helpless form. Shana whimpered softly.

She thought about what David had said, about her being the young virgin, left as a sacrifice. Mmmmmm, yes, that was a good one. She smiled to herself. She imagined the creature lurking somewhere below, emerging from the blackness to greet the beautiful damsel, left alone and helpless as a gift, her naked flesh to be devoured, or even worse, violated in ways that she could have never imagined. Shana let out a soft whimper between her lips. The narrow wisp of hair between her legs bristled at the thought, and that familiar need knotted and twisted deep in her belly. She tugged her wrists against the ropes to feel their strength, then moved her legs, shifting her tush against the course rock. Her bindings felt so wonderful, unyielding. Another cool breeze caressed her - it was the creature breathing against her as it approached. Shana closed her eyes and saw its dark shape emerging from the canyon below, its eyes glowing, it grinning mouth filled with razor-sharp teeth. Her pussy was really throbbing now.

"Where the hell are you?" She cried out loud.

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Shana heaved a sigh of relief when the rope finally came slithering down the cliff again, then laughed out loud when she realized David had left his clothes up above too! He was stark naked, save for his boots! Holding onto the rope with one hand and his with his feet planted firmly on the rock.

"My damsel on the rock awaits!"

Shana rolled her eyes and laughed again. It was corny, but cute.

She watched David as he made his way down the rope. It was quite a sight, watching the outlines of his lean form moving against the rock. The moonlight cast a warm glow on his body, and she could see his male parts dangling freely between his legs. She held her breath when his boot slipped, then corrected his footing and continued down.

"My Tarzan cometh," she joked to herself. Or would he be the creature he told her about, coming to claim the sacrifice?

He stumbled briefly again, only this time a piece of loose rock gave away.

"Be careful, David," she yelled out to him.

Shana thought she heard David say something as he struggled to regain his footing, then suddenly he was gone. Her heart jumped.

"Sir!"

Shana tried to lean forward to get a better look, but the chains held her back.

"Sir?" she called out again, hoping that he was only playing a joke. There was no answer.

"Oh God . . . DAVID!"

(continued)