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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Marie’s Descent

  Hunting Party

  The Dark Woods & Other Bondage Stories

  by S J Lewis

  ISBN 13: 978-1-936173-65-5

  ISBN 10: 1-936173-65-4

  A Pink Flamingo Ebook Publication

  Copyright © 2009 S J Lewis

  All rights reserved

  This collection of stories originally appeared on Bedroom Bondage’s Damsel Theater

  Table of Contents

  The Dark Woods

  The Countess And The General

  Good Old Boys

  Midnight Muse

  One Nigh In Andalleene

  Questions Asked and Answered

  Seeking the Oracle

  The Dark Woods – Chapter One

  “Come on, bitch,” the man growled. He tugged on the heavy chain. “Pick up the pace.”

  Amy winced and whimpered behind the duct tape sealing her mouth. The chain was padlocked around her neck and it hurt when he yanked on it. Picking up the pace was the very last thing that she wanted to do. Every step they forced her to take took her further and further away from any hope of rescue and closer to those menacing dark woods. Since she had no hope of resisting, she obeyed as best she could. It wasn’t easy. She was dressed exactly as she’d been when they took her from her bed back at the old motel, in panties and an oversized black t-shirt. She was barefooted, so with every step she found yet another twig or rock to bruise the tender soles of her feet. Her hands were cuffed behind her, which made walking even more difficult. Her long, fine light brown hair hung loosely to her shoulders, and the morning breezes kept blowing strands of it across her face. She couldn’t brush them away, so she had to keep tossing her head so that she could see where she was about to step.

  She felt lightheaded and disoriented. The last thing that she could remember clearly was flirting a bit with the big, bald, burly bartender back at the roadhouse while she tried to pump him for information. All that had gotten her was a couple of free drinks, and she was certain that he’d put a little something extra in the second one. She also felt a little chilly and a lot worried.

  There were three men with her, all large and bulky-looking in their elaborate head-to-toe camouflage outfits. They also wore camouflage masks, which hid everything but their eyes. Amy didn’t want to look at those eyes. She saw no mercy in them, only interested speculation whenever they looked at her. The man in front was carrying a pump shotgun. He kept scanning left to right and back again as he led the way across the meadow. The next man in line was the one holding her leash. He carried a pistol in a holster at his hip. The last man, bringing up the rear, carried a scoped rifle. She couldn’t see him, but Amy was sure that he was also looking around as he followed along, whenever he wasn’t focusing on her bare legs. She was certain that she could feel his eyes on her every so often, but she didn’t dare turn around to make sure.

  She had no idea why they were all swathed in camouflage. She had no idea why they were so well-armed. She also had no idea where she was, or how they had gotten her here. One minute she was roused from her groggy sleep by rough hands covering her mouth, flipping her over and cuffing her wrists, and the next she was being woken from another groggy sleep, laying on an old tarp in the back of a battered pickup truck. She’d been so out of it that she hadn’t even thought to look at the license plate until it was too late. All she’d been able to note was that the truck had been parked in a little clearing at the end of a rutted dirt road that disappeared into the surrounding woods. Then she was being led along a narrow trail that ended where the woods ended at the edge of a wide meadow. They were almost all the way across that meadow now and she’d seen no sign of any other people. Once she’d thought she’d seen a house…or a building of some kind, anyway…in the distance, but too far away for her to scream for help, even if she hadn’t been gagged with that sticky strip of duct tape. It looked and felt like early morning. The sun was still low in the sky, but climbing. From that she could at least tell that she was being led eastwards. She could hear no birds, or indeed anything other than the heavy treads of her captors, a muttered curse from the one leading her if she lagged too much to suit him, and her own muffled whimpers of pain as her bare feet found yet another thing to bruise them hidden in the ankle-high grass. She had only one consolation to cling to, and it was very small: They wouldn’t be going to this much trouble if they meant to kill her. That still left open the question of what they did mean to do with her. She could think of a number of possibilities, and didn’t like any of them. She stepped on something hard and pointy and whimpered. How much further were they going to make her walk? She was tired and thirsty and the morning air was uncomfortably cool on her bare legs.

  She had plenty of reasons to worry. They’d probably tossed her motel room, which meant that they’d found her ID and her gun. They had to know that she was a private investigator. Would they torture her for information? If they did, she’d spill her guts right away. This was supposed to be a simple, straightforward case. She wasn’t being paid enough to play the hard-boiled PI, and she really didn’t know that much anyway. She shuddered. They might just have fun torturing her anyway.

  She wondered if they’d gotten hold of the other woman PI she’d come across. They’d been hired by different clients, but they both stood out in the small hill towns. If her captors had found her, they almost certainly had found Corliss as well. Amy shook her head, trying to clear it. All that the move did was shake more strands of hair across her face. She hoped that they hadn’t bagged Corliss after all. Right now, that other PI seemed to be her only hope of rescue.

  They were very close to the edge of the woods now, and the grass was getting taller. Blades poked at her feet and brushed against her calves as she took one last desperate look around. She could see old wheel ruts running along the edge of the woods and had a sudden surge of hope. Was this a road? Was there some chance of a car or truck coming along, some chance of a rescue?

  No…the ruts were there, but grass was growing as thickly in them as it was everywhere else. Nobody had driven along this way for a long time. She wanted to cry.

  “Come on, bitch.” There was another rough yank on her chain. “We got a long ways to go yet.” Amy groaned, a sound of mixed weariness and despair. The man holding the end of her leash chuckled nastily and plodded on, drawing her along behind him as he moved irresistibly into the dark woods. She felt a tear trickle down her cheek.

  ***

  From her hiding place in a clump of brush just at the edge of the woods, Corliss watched as the little procession wended its way across the meadow and disappeared into the trees. The three men were all but invisible at this distance in their camouflage outfits, but Amy stood out with her bare white skin and black t-shirt. The small binoculars Corliss was carrying were good enough for her to see the frightened, fearful expression on Amy’s face above the wide strip of tape that sealed her mouth, the length of chain padlocked around her slender neck, even the shiny handcuffs fettering her wrists.

  ‘Everything guys would need for a camping trip’ she thought to herself. She saw Amy take one last look around before she was dragged along into the woods. The man bringing up the rear did the same before he disappeared behind her.

  Corliss looked at her wristwatch and waited until it had ticked off two solid minutes before she dared to move. It was very quiet, and any careless noise she might make could be heard a ways off. She wasn’t going to take any chances that might land her in the same predicament as Amy. This bunch seemed to be much better organized than she’d first suspected, and Amy’s captors looked like the
y were perfectly at home in the great outdoors. She didn’t dare risk following right after them, but after studying the maps and old aerial photos that she’d dug up of the area she thought that she had a pretty good idea where they were headed. She was sure that she could reach another good vantage point ahead of them and find another patch of cover to conceal herself. Amy was slowing them down a lot.

  She felt a twinge of guilt about setting Amy up as bait like that, but her scheme had worked after all. With just a little luck she’d be able to break this thing wide open. The men weren’t likely to hurt Amy in the meantime. Most likely they were just trying to scare her, but in any case a fit, pretty, long-legged young woman like Amy was just too…um…valuable. As to what else they might do to her besides scare her, well that was out of Corliss’ hands now, and it was best not to think about that too much. Anyway, Amy was a PI the same as she was, and they both had to know that the job entailed risks. Corliss slipped into the woods, moving quickly but carefully. She had everything she might need: Canteen, compass, knife and gun. She hadn’t been able to find any camo gear, but she was dressed in drab greens and browns that ought to serve almost as well. She didn’t expect the 9mm automatic she carried to be much use against the well-armed men with Amy, but she was also carrying a cell phone, and that ought to be very useful in the near future.

  ***

  They were picking their way down a low hill when Amy stumbled and fell, landing on her side with a pained grunt. The man holding the end of her leash gave it a yank to get her up. It hurt, but she just lay on the ground, her eyes closed, whimpering. She didn’t think she had the strength to get up, let alone take another step.

  “What’s the problem?” the trail man came up and poked at her ass with the butt of his rifle. “Get up, bitch.” Amy kept her eyes shut. She felt him prod her again, harder. She was past caring. Let them shoot her, right here and now, as long as it ended this walking torture. Her feet were bruised and sore, and her leg muscles ached from trying to walk on her toes.

  “Hey. Hold up.” She heard the gravelly voice of the man who held her leash. She lay still.

  “Why?”

  “Maybe she just needs a little rest. Maybe even some water.”

  Amy fought to keep her eyes closed. The mere word ‘water’ reminded her just how thirsty she was. They’d stuffed her mouth with a balled-up cloth that seemed to absorb all of her saliva. She thought of just one big swallow of cool, cool water and groaned.

  “Hey.” She felt a boot nudge her shoulder, almost gently. “Hey, bitch, open them private eyes.” His companions chuckled at the lame joke.

  She opened her eyes, twisting her head to look up at her captors warily. The man holding her leash had a canteen in his free hand. It was uncapped. He waggled the canteen so that she could hear the water sloshing inside. Then he tipped it just enough to dribble a little of the water onto her face, making her blink.

  “You thirsty, bitch?” he asked.

  Amy nodded slowly. Was he really going to let her drink, or was this just some new form of torture?

  “You’d really like a swig of this, right?” he asked. He let a few more drops fall, onto her leg this time. Amy nodded again, not so slowly.

  “You promise not to scream if we take the gag off?” he asked. “Not that there’s any chance of anybody hearing you.” She could picture him smiling behind the mask he wore. They were so far into the woods by now that she believed that if she screamed no one really would hear her. She nodded wearily, hoping that they were actually going to have a little mercy on her.

  They lifted her up off of the ground and made her kneel. She lifted her head and kept still as they peeled the tape off. They did it slowly. It hurt, and she couldn’t help whimpering. When she spat out the wad of cloth in her mouth she saw that it was one of her panties. She took in a long, deep breath through her opened mouth, licked her dry lips with an only slightly less dry tongue, and looked up at the canteen expectantly. She made no attempt to scream.

  “Not so fast,” her handler admonished, wagging a finger at her. “You really, really want a good, long drink, right?”

  Her mouth still open, Amy nodded eagerly. Maybe this was just going to be another kind of torture, but still, there was hope.

  He squatted down in front of her, looking into her eyes. “Okay, then,” he said. “You want it so bad, what are you willing to do for it?”

  Amy looked from him to his two companions and back again. She felt chilled by the question. The men seemed deadly serious. What would she do for that water?

  “Come on,” he urged. Now he sounded almost friendly. “Answer the question.” He shook the canteen again.

  Amy swallowed with difficulty. Her mouth was dry. Her throat was dry. If she tried to say anything she was sure that the only sound she would make would be a raspy croak. They would laugh at that, no doubt, and she really didn’t want to have to beg them for a drink, no matter how desperately she needed it, wanted it, craved it. But she was also sure that they wouldn’t give her any water unless she said something…or did something. Miserable, weary, sore and scared, she tried to think.

  She looked up at her captors again. Then she slowly and carefully bent over forward until the tip of her nose was almost touching the ground. She turned her head and lowered her cheek onto the leaf litter of the forest floor. Then she raised her ass, moving her cuffed hands up and out of the way. They were going to fuck her sooner or later anyway, weren’t they? She arched her back to accentuate her submission and closed her eyes, waiting for the rough hands that would tear away her panties. They were going to fuck her sooner or later anyway, weren’t they? Nothing happened.

  “She learns fast,” the rifleman observed.

  “Yeah,” Amy’s handler grunted. “But she’s getting’ too far ahead in her lessons.”

  What did that mean? Amy didn’t have long to wonder before she felt herself being hauled upright by her leash. The cold, hard links of her collar started to dig into her neck, so she didn’t resist, even though she had a strong feeling that she wouldn’t like what they had in mind. The man holding her leash made no move to bring the canteen closer to her lips.

  “That was pretty good,” he said. “You seem like a real eager type. But we’ll get to that part later, bitch.” He placed the canteen carefully down on the ground and let go of the end of the chain before he stood up. Amy had a sudden, desperate urge to run. It was gone before she could even begin to move. There was no chance that she could escape them, even if she wasn’t still barefoot. Her handler stepped closer to her. She was sure that she knew now what the price of a drink would be. Her stomach churned, and she felt like retching. She tasted bile at the back of her throat. As the man began to unfasten the fly of his loose-fitting camo pants she started to draw back from him. He reached out and seized a fistful of her hair, stopping her. She fought down panic. She wanted water. She needed water. All she had to do was one very simple thing, something she had done before, and they would give her water. Her stomach still churned.

  His cock looked as thick as her wrist, and it wasn’t even fully erect yet. He took it in his free hand and aimed it at her mouth.

  “Come on, bitch,” he said almost pleasantly. “You know how this works. Open up.”

  He came closer, and Amy could smell musk and sweat. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth for him. A moment later she felt the head of his cock pushing in past her dry lips, across her tongue. She wanted to pull away, to spit him out, but that wouldn’t get her any water. She whimpered faintly. He tasted salty.

  “That’s it, bitch,” he said. His voice sounded soothing now, as if he was trying to coax or reassure a frightened animal. Well, that wasn’t so far from the truth. He pushed himself deeper into her mouth until he hit the back of her throat. Amy’s eyes flew open. She managed to pull back a little with a sudden jerk, coughing and gagging around his cock. She felt his grip on her hair tighten.

  “It’s okay, it’s okay,” he crooned. “I’ll do a
ll the work. I promise we’ll train you better once we have time.”

  “Mmmmfff?” Amy couldn’t form any words with her mouth full, but she shot him a questioning, worried look. He took her head in both hands and began to fuck her mouth, holding her securely in place. He went slowly at first, and not as deeply as before. Amy could feel him swelling and hardening in her mouth. She began salivating in spite of her thirst. She tried to block out the sensations, closing her eyes and hoping that it would be over soon.

  It wasn’t. He kept on fucking her mouth, pushing in a little deeper with each thrust, threatening to make her gag again. She began to cough and sputter and drool. That kept breaking his rhythm, but he didn’t seem to mind. He’d just start all over again. Amy whined and whimpered, sometimes with her eyes open, more often with them shut tight. She strained at the handcuffs that fettered her wrists behind her. She could hear the other men chuckling as they watched. How many other women had they done this to?

  He kept thrusting away, harder and faster now, but not so deeply as to make her gag. She tried her best to accommodate him, trying to concentrate on the wonderful, cool water that would be her reward. And then he erupted into her mouth, down her throat, hot and thick and salty. She couldn’t move her head at all, but her body writhed and strained to get away. Fluids dribbled down her chin. His grip never loosened, and she felt him spurting into her mouth again and again, groaning loudly each time.

  When he finally let her go, Amy slumped over onto her side on the ground, coughing and sputtering. Some of his semen had gone up her nose, she was sure. The men just stood around, watching, until she’d recovered a little. Then they hauled her up into a kneeling position again. she had a sudden fear that she’d have to serve the other two men as well. Instead, her handler held the canteen to her lips. She gulped the water greedily as he tipped it up for her. Some of the water escaped her lips and flowed down her chin. It wasn’t as cool as she’d imagined it, but she didn’t care. She drained the canteen and settled back on her haunches with a sigh. She licked her lips, searching for any lingering drops, and tasted saltiness. She felt short of breath and a little dizzy, but at least she wasn’t thirsty any more.