Bridge to Nowhere

       There had been times when we had driven under the bridge and her gaze was locked on to it till they had passed under,  then it would switch  into the review until it was gone from site completely.  She had always been fascinated with it and when the long drive was silent at times when they came to the bridge he could not help to notice the way that it caused her to tense and glaze over.  He laughed to himself as he thought of their plans for the day.  The hike wouldn't be a long one, there was the small wire fence that went around the area to the bridge to keep the kids from killing themselves. Though kids had pealed it back years ago. He had made the hike a week or so ago, surveying the scene.  The concrete bridge bed was still in place the long abandoned rail road tracks were gone.  That was a bummer he had been hopeful that they were still present.  No worries though he would make due with the rope dress and hand cuffs.  Centered on the bridge she would have a couple feet of clearance on either side.  Just enough to make it fun and interesting. 

       He figured they could make the hike around nine the path is paved for the first three miles its the last few hundred feet that they would deviate from the pathway.  He packed two flash lights a couple of large bottles of water a hundred feet of rope, the handcuffs and a few other odds and ends from the toy box.  Last minute he tossed in the camera in the bag, he might get a chance to add to her book this evening if things went as planned.  He pulled a second back pack for her to carry, small blanket another couple of large water bottles,  a couple of snacks.   Zipping up the bags and tossing them in the back of the truck he jumped into and headed to pick her up from work.  He had remembered to pack hiking shoes, a hoodie and jean cut off shorts for her to change into this time.  Though it was fun to make her take the hikes occasionally in her work clothes and shoes.  She had to wear business casual there and since she was only allowed to wear shorts or skirts in his presence on days he picked her up from work she was usually in a pair of  thigh highs with a garter belt a skirt and blouse her hair pulled back.  The heels she wore would  make her calf muscles strain against the nylons that encased her legs.  He loved to watch her try and take the off road trails while wearing those heels often she would trip slightly bend at the waist enough to push her ass up just in time for me to grab her hips and help steady her.  

       They had taken plenty of midnight strolls on this path in the past often veering off into the woods to fuck, sometimes he would bring a small piece of rope and bind her hands to the branches above her turning her to face the direction of the path.  He always made sure that they were  far enough off not to be seen clearly, though the slightest sounds could draw anyone off the path to look for its source.  Silence had always been her weak point, noise came before she could control it, her hands clasping over her mouth a split second to late.  The little whimpers that she would try and muffle between pursed lips.  More than once he had gagged her during these escapades.  As much as he hated to.  He thought of her tied, laying on the bridge, while the highway passed below. Oh the sounds that would come from her mouth then.

       He showed up at 9, just like he had told her he would.  She wasn't waiting outside like normal.  Enough of her coworkers recognized him now that one let him in to find her.  As he walked in he saw her in front of him.  Engaged in an animated conversation with a man several years younger, who did nothing to hide his lust for her.  I stepped up and cleared my throat next them.  She blushed a deep red,  “I am so sorry, I didn't mean to keep you waiting I must have lost track of time.”

“All good Pet, who is your friend?”

“Umm, this is Kyle, he and I work together,” she mumbled almost inaudible.

       The boy seemed almost amused by the two of them, a smile across his face that seemed almost knowing.  His hand extended in a warm gesture, he took it firmly, with smile of his own.

       “Nice to meet you Kyle, I am sure you'll forgive me for stealing her away, now that her shift is over.  I have been waiting for a while now.”

       “Sure thing man, nice to meet you as well, take care,” he said without missing a beat and turned on his heal and back into building.

       “Get your pretty little ass out that door before I blister here in front of everyone,”  he growled under his breath into her ear.

       “Yes Sir, I am so sorry, I lost track of time, and I...” her voice almost inaudible, trembling.

       “Get out that door and shut your fucking mouth.”

       Once in the car with the doors shut, he put the car in gear.  Silence filled the car she dared not speak for fear it would only remind him she was there.  When they pulled up at the trail head he handed her the bag that held her shorts, t-shirt, sneakers etc. 

       “I had originally decided to let you do our hike tonight in these but you won't be needing them now.  You will go in your pretty little work clothes, heels and all,” he said almost laughing at her. 

       “And here,” he said reaching behind the seat and producing a gallon size jug of water,”This you will need start drinking.”

       She looked at him eyes wide, “The whole thing now before we go Sir?”

       “Just start drinking while I get everything together, and quit asking me stupid questions.”

       She began to drink, she had learned quite some time ago that there was no such thing as sipping in his world, big gulps of water poured down her throat, the bottle was dusty where her mouth rested.  The gallon was kept on hand for emergencies.  Nearly half of it was gone by the time he told her to stop.  She set it down grateful, feeling her belly distended and full, her bladder already starting to need release.  They began to walk the paved trail.  It wasn't easy he normally kept the pace slow on days she was in her heals but she could tell that he was still fuming over being kept waiting for her. 

       “Sir, I am sorry...”her voice trailed off as he came to a dead stop and spun around to look at her.

       “Sorry for what?  For flirting with the little boy at work and getting caught?  For making me wait in the car for you?  What are you sorry about?” The last question was nearly a growl, his face inches from hers.  His hand came up and wrapped around her throat, restricting her airway but not shutting it off.  It was enough that she couldn't make words come out.  She strained on her tiptoes in his hands.  She felt his hand leave her throat as the other hand struck her across the face leaving her breathless and ragged.  Tears burned at her eyes but she didn't let them fall. 

       “Tonight you will find out how much I do not like to be kept waiting slut, especially while you fuck around with little boys at work.”

       He turned at this and continued the hike, she was sure at some point he would  veer off the path and find a suitable switch for her.  Make her count the strokes till she couldn't any more.  It wouldn't be the first time.  They kept walking though and the further they went the more her feet hurt, the more her bladder screamed to be released.  After what felt like eternity he stopped and lifted the bag from his shoulders she figured they were finally going to stop.  He dug for a moment while she stood there quietly.  Pulling out two flashlights he handed her one and kept the larger for himself. 

       “Follow me, and just stay quiet, I don't want to hear your sniveling about how sorry you are any more tonight.  I will show how sorry you are going to be.”

       At that he took off into the woods, mostly she followed his light as the moon was only a quarter full and didn't offer much assistance.  They had been off the trail for about 5 minutes when it dawned on her where they were.  She stopped dead in her tracks.

       “Sir we are going to the bridge aren't we?” she asked quietly.

       “I said to keep your mouth shut I believe, if I wanted you to know where we were going wouldn't I have told you by this point?” he grabbed her arm and began pulling her behind him.

       The edge of the old train bridge came into sight, he stopped here and told her to strip.  She could see the flash of headlights on the highway a hundred yards away or so.  One she was down to stockings garter belt and panties he stopped her.  Grabbing out a bundle of his rope he began to tie her waist fitting her with a rope dress from shoulder to pussy, the cord running between her things up between her breasts and spreading at her throat..  He brought her arms together crossed under her breast hands clasped he tied the wrist, bringing the rope up and around her neck and pulling it snug, no more than a half an inch of spare room but if she pulled tight on her hands she would feel it tighten.  At this point leaving only her legs free he turned her pushing her over to the nearest tree and leaving her there ass out for him.  In the bag he had brought the small crop, only about 16 inches in length she had made it for him years ago and it had come in handy time and time again.  More than once he had broken skin with it, she loved the bite of it, especially when newly oiled as it was today.  He proceeded to her body whipping her over and over with the crop, she counted every stroke dutifully.  At 35 he stopped, walked around and looked at her face, tear streaked mascara running to her chin.  She looked so pitiful and wanton all at the same time. 

       “Thirty-five my pet, thats all it take for you to be in tears today?  I haven't been beating you enough then lately.”  he chided her.  “Speak to me pet now, ask your silly little questions I see them in your eyes.”

       “Why the bridge Sir, anyone could stop below what if they hear or see it is not that far away from the trail for sound and It is directly above the highway.”

       “Why not Pet?  You know the thought of it alone makes you weak in the knees, plus I think you could use a little time to think about making me wait. Which, has been happening much to often lately, this excuse of I am stuck on a project is getting old.  I saw what your project was today, and I am not impressed.”  His tone was matter of fact and he leaned down to kiss her. “So now tell me why you are crying Pet? Because I know it is not from the cane...”

       “Because... I think you are going to leave me here for the night,”she whispered.

       His laughter boomed in the darkness as his hand wrapped around her throat again pushing the rope into her larynx.  “Well Pet, I might...”

       He brought his lips to hers again crushing them, biting them till she tasted blood.  His kisses were brutal and his hand rough at her throat.  Her mind racing over being left on this bridge above the high way.  When he broke the kiss she gasped for air and he released his grip around her throat.  With the opportunity available again she spoke again, “Sir, may I please go pee?”

       “What was that?” a Cheshire grin spread across his face.

       “Please Sir, I have to pee so badly, may I please go pee?” her voice plaintive.

       “Don't whine my pet, its such an ugly sound.  And no you may not you will continue to hold it, as a matter of fact I think you could use a few more sips.”  At that he pulled out another bottle of water this one cold the center still slightly frozen.  She felt the chill spread through her fevered body as she drank doing her best not to spill a drop, he held the bottle there until it was nearly gone.  Rivulets of water poured down her chin soaking into the rope at her throat.  His hand moved to her belly grabbing the center of the rope dress and pulling on it causing her to bounce slightly.  The rope slide up between her pussy lips pushing both her panties and the rope up tight against her clit.  The need to pee was nearly overwhelming. 

       “Please Sir, Please... I can't...”her voice a low whimper.

       “You have to pee, then I want you to walk out onto the bridge and stand legs spread and let it go.  Through the panties all over, my Pet.”  He pulled on the rope dress again this time leading her to the edge of the bridge, but not before stopping at the backpack to scoop up the camera.  At the edge he pushed her forward slightly staying off to the side himself. 

       She stumbled slightly not used to her balance tied like this out a few feet she turned and he motioned for her to continue with a nod of his head.  She continued her walk out onto the bridge she could see the cars on either side sure that someone would notice her up there and stop.  She turned again and could hardly see him at the end in the shadows but she knew he was there.  She centered herself on the bridge moving slowly to keep her balance as she spread her legs wide to pee.  One in position she let go feeling the hot liquid run down her thighs soaking the thigh highs and panties, the rope that worked its way up her belly and and ass.  It seemed like forever till she stopped, the flash on the camera flickered half a dozen times.   She looked down at the black stockings noting now that there was a run up the right leg with a large hole.  They were visibly wet with her urine, the faint aroma clung to her skin.  Her heels were wet inside making her feet slip as she stood there.  She could feel her face burning red under his watchful eye. 

       “Lay down pet spread your legs nice and wide for me come forward about 10 feet first....  there that's a good girl, no stop like that on your knees Pet...  look at me, LOOK at me now.... Now lay down, like that, is it cold on your ass baby?” 

       The camera flashed throughout this time she felt so open and vulnerable out there, he was so hidden from everything she still could not see but a faint outline.  Then he was above her looking down,  he snapped a few more pics her hair fanned out on the ground around her face flushed, eyes a sparkling deep blue.   He undid his pants slowly freeing his cock for her viewing pleasure.  He lowered himself to her side rubbing the head of his cock across her lips back and fourth, her tongue snaking out to catch it when she could.  She opened her mouth and twisted her head as far to the side as she could trying to capture the head between her lips.  He let her grab on to it and the pushed against her face his cock sliding down her accommodating throat.  He continued to fuck her mouth.  Grabbing on to her hair pulling as she choked tears welling in her eyes.  He loved watching her eyes well as she choked on his cock her eyes rolling up to look at him begging him to stop.  He pulled his cock from her warm wet mouth and pushed int back into his pants again.

       He hand came to his belt where he kept his knife sheathed when they walked it came in handy more often than not this time he used it cut away her panties the material almost silent he dragged the tip over her flesh left exposed, finding enjoyment in the whimpers that escaped her throat as he brought the edge to her nipple and ran it around the rim making her nipples harder than before.

       “Please Sir...”gasping she could hardly finish her sentence. “Please Sir, cut me.”

       “Pet...  You know what you are asking?  Do you know will happen if I do cut you?” his voice low and husky.

       “Yes Sir, please cut me,” her eyes met his as she said this and he knew she was ready.  He moved down to her waist laying a kiss on both nipples both hips the top of her pussy.  His hand run the length of the rope between her pussy lips it was wet still his probing pushing the rope against her.  His hand came down sharp on the inside of her thigh.  Then the blade of the knife the flat hitting the smooth flesh on the inside of her thigh the metal had such a bite to it.  Her back arched and knees came up slightly.  He continued with the warming of her thighs alternating between hand and blade till the skin was a crimson red, purple marks faint below the skin. 

       He took the blade again this time cleaning it thoroughly before lifting it into palm of his hand a solid grip as the tip came down on the inside of her thigh, enough pressure to break the skin, after a moment more of the pressure she felt the hot drip of the blood down her thigh.  Every nerve in her body vibrating from her toes all the way up into her scalp.  When he was done she felt his hand leave her only to be replaced by his mouth.  At this last gesture her mind exploded back arching up off the cold cement below her, letting out the most feral cry.  Her whole body shook with passion and the orgasm.  After she slowly made her way back down he crawled up her body bring his mouth to hers, she could taste the cold metallic bite there, licked it from his lips and chin. 

       He turned and grabbed the camera up again snapping pictures of her there the cut on her thigh, his initials, raised and raw.  A trickle of blood still running down, her pussy lips cleaved by the rope, his own little damsel in distress.  He took the knife again slicing the rope easily in several places leaving only the piece that led from her neck to her wrists, after cutting the wrists restraints away he grabbed th rope at her throat pulling her up to a sitting position he pulled her to him and kissed her hard.  “On your knee's Pet.”

       She quickly scrambled her arms still regaining some feeling when she felt the cane on her ass again.  Without missing a beat she began counting where he had left off earlier, 36...37...38...  It seemed like an eternity by the time he reached 50.  She was dancing there on her knees above the highway everyone below oblivious to the actives only feet above their heads.  He slipped a finger in her pussy after the 50 had been hit, felt her push back against his hand trying to take as much as she could the moan that ripped through her whole body.  God she was in heat grinding away as best she could on his hand begging for more.  He stood up leaving her vacant for a moment while he slipped his pants off pulling his shirt off and over his head it to landed on the ground beside them.  Without much hesitation he slipped behind her, holding his cock dragging the head from clit to ass hole, never letting it enter.  She was whimpering and begging within a mater of seconds.

       

       “Please Sir, fuck me....aggghhhh....  Plllleeeease Sir, stick it in my ass, my pussy just please put it in me!” her whinny plaintive cry rose over the traffic noise below. 

       She bounced on her knees they were going to be bruised and bloody by the time she was done for the night.  Still sliding the head enjoying the slick feeling of his smooth cock head sliding up and down her dripping wet pussy, he instructed her onto her back.  He wanted to see her face as he plowed into her.  She did as told is one graceful move and her legs were up on his shoulders pussy and ass still open to him.  Placing the head of his cock at her pussy he grabbed her ass.

       “Look at me baby...” he mumbled in a barley audible whisper.

       She looked up at him eyes full of passion and lust, as he thrust into her.  Her eyes got large her mouth fell open, he began to pump hard and fast.  Looking down at where there were joined the noticed the blood still a slight trickle down her thigh towards her pussy, his initials screaming at him.  Grabbing her ankles now his thrusts became harder and faster till his head fell back and he joined her cries filling her over and over again.