The Dark Woods & Other Bondage Stories Page 8

  “Help me get ‘em fed and watered, guys,” Goatee called out cheerfully. “We came a long hard way.”

  Corliss thought she recognized some of the men from last year, but she couldn’t be sure. What was completely familiar to her, though, were the expressions on their faces and the hungry looks in their eyes. She shivered. She could feel her arousal growing. She could feel their eyes on her, and she could imagine their hard, rough hands on her body and…she gulped. She felt herself slipping into the role of a captive animal, one to be used for pleasure and trained to serve. The men closed in, grinning, like a pack of wolves.

  The Dark Woods – Chapter Six

  “Eat up, bitch. It’s all you’re gonna get.” Goatee held the bowl up so that Corliss could reach it. It had a mix of cooked, crumbled hamburger and chopped hard-boiled egg in it, and Corliss was hungry enough for it to smell irresistibly delicious. She balked at first, though, because the bowl was obviously a dog dish. Goatee grumbled something and slapped her hard on her ass. Corliss squealed. When he held the bowl up for her again, she began to feed from it, hungrily and messily.

  She wished she could use her hands, but they were still tied behind her. At least Goatee had freed her elbows. She was standing bent over, tied to some kind of wooden frame that must have been specially made for this purpose. Her legs were spread wide, her ankles tied to the legs of the stand. Her body rested uncomfortably on a horizontal plank. Something like an old-style pillory held her head down and in place. She’d heard Goatee call it a ‘headstall’. There were four frames in all, and Mana occupied the next one over. She was being fed by an older man, one with graying hair, who seemed to have taken an interest in her.

  Corliss gobbled her food. It was bland. Whoever had cooked it up didn’t seem to believe in seasonings, or even in salt. The portion wasn’t very generous either. It was all gone before Corliss’ hunger was satisfied. As Goatee took the emptied bowl away, Corliss licked at her lips for any tiny bits she might have missed. She could hear the other men moving around behind her, talking in tones so low that she couldn’t make out any words. She had an idea what would happen once feeding time was over. The way she was bound she was in a perfect position to be used for sex. There wasn’t anything she could do about it. And thanks to the headstall, she wouldn’t be able to see who was using her, either. She really couldn’t see much anyway. She could turn her head a little to one side and see Mana, who was also lapping at a bowl of water now. If she turned her head to the other side, she could see the plank wall of the barn, with its faded, flaking red paint.

  Goatee brought her water. It was in another dog dish, but it tasted fresh and cold. As Corliss lapped at it, she felt hands on her ass. She kept drinking, or trying to. She was thirsty, and she didn’t know when she might get another drink. Her tongue wasn’t built for lapping, but Goatee wasn’t holding the bowl close enough for her to do anything else. The hands on her ass began kneading her flesh roughly. It distracted her, and she shuddered.

  “How about it?” she heard a man call out from close behind her.

  “Patience,” Goatee called back. He held the bowl up a little higher and Corliss was able to slurp up some decent mouthfuls before he took it away.

  “All right,” he announced. “Have some manners and think of the next guy. Use a condom.”

  Corliss squealed as hands spread her ass. She felt fingers…or thumbs…on her pussy, trying to spread it too. She squealed again, her legs jerking futilely at her bonds. She knew what was coming. No, she hoped she knew what was coming. Fingers probed at her, thrusting up into her pussy.

  “Hell, this one’s ready!” she heard a man laugh. A moment later, hands were taking hold of her by her hips. She squealed once more as a thick, hard cock slammed into her. After that, all she could do was grunt and moan as she was taken vigorously from behind. She heard Mana making similar noises and turned to look. Mana had her neck arched as far as she could. Her almond eyes were shut tight, her pouty little mouth open and gasping. From her expression it was impossible to tell if she was being pleasured or tortured.

  “Squeal for me, bitch!” A hand came down on her ass with a stinging slap. “Squeal, dammit! Lemme hear you squeal!”

  Corliss obeyed. When he slapped her ass again, even harder, she squealed and yelped. He was fucking her so hard that she could feel the platform shake. She hoped it was well built. Being taken from behind didn’t do as much for her physically as getting it from in front, but it did something so powerful to her mind that she didn’t care. She struggled and squealed as the man used her. When his frenzied thrusting stopped and she heard him groaning over and over, she whimpered. She’d been so close! He stepped away from her with a last slap on her vulnerable ass. Compared to his previous swats, this one felt almost friendly. And then, a brief moment later, she felt a new pair of hands on her hips and a new cock poking at her pussy. She didn’t know if this one wanted her to squeal or not, but she felt like doing it anyway. Her pussy felt hot and wet and swollen, and terribly, achingly sensitive. She came as he settled down to fucking her hard and slow and deep, her body trembling, her legs jerking at the ropes that held them spread. She felt like howling, as she had that night last year as Goatee took her in the long, cool grass while others watched, but all she could muster up were low, purring moans. Whoever he was, he ignored her. He was intent on his pleasure, not hers, and that thought was enough to start another orgasm building for Corliss. She whined and bit her lip as she felt it coming, still far-off but inexorable. What was she doing here? What had they done to her last year, to make her crave this so? Part of her didn’t give a damn, and that worried the other part of her…a lot. But as long as she was bound, helpless, captive, that other part was also powerless. She groaned when she heard her attacker groaning.

  ***

  It was evening. The sky to the west was still bright, but it was fading. Corliss and Mana lay together in a patch of grass. The blades tickled Corliss’ body in a familiar way. Also familiar was the feel of the dog collar they’d put around her neck, and the sight of the bright, heavy chain that locked it, and her, to the tall iron rod six feet away. She held Mana spoon fashion, her breasts and belly pressing up against Mana’s back. They hadn’t been forbidden to speak, but neither one of them had anything to say. What could they say to each other? Total strangers that morning, they were thrown together now as naked captives. Mana’s skin felt every bit as silken as it looked. Her small, lovely body was something warm to hold on to. Her long, black hair smelled faintly of flowers and sweat and something else, faint and unidentifiable.

  None of the men were paying any attention to them now. Well, why should they? They’d had their fun, and they could come back for some more any time they wanted. Their captives certainly weren’t going anywhere. Corliss herself felt pleasantly tired and thoroughly used. Her ass still had twinges, but that was just something that went along with the ropes and the chains and the fierce, frightening spasms of overpowering pleasure.

  Something hard, but not sharp, was poking at her hip. Corliss shifted her position to get off of it. Her hand had been resting on Mana’s hip. When she moved, her hand slid up to the soft underside of Mana’s breast.

  “No,” Mana whispered. “Not like that. They will see us and make us stop.”

  “Sorry,” Corliss whispered back, her mouth inches from Mana’s delicately carved ear. She moved her hand back to Mana’s hip and cast an eye over at the men. They were too far away to see much, gathered around an outdoor grill, eating burgers and drinking beer.

  “Here,” Mana raised herself slightly on her elbow. “Put your other hand under me. They will not see that.” Her English was perfect, without a trace of accent, but it still sounded as if it wasn’t her first language.

  “What? Ah…okay.” Corliss slid her hand under the other woman and felt the warm weight of one perfect tit filling her palm. She squeezed gently. The soft flesh was warm and firm, but yielding. Fascinated, Corliss reached further, seeking the nippl
e. Her fingers found it, already swelling and faintly rubbery to the touch. Mana shivered. Corliss heard her inhale suddenly, a sharp hissing sound, and then Mana sighed, settling down a little and pinning Corliss’ arm under her.

  This was unexpected, and fascinating. Corliss pinched the nipple softly between her thumb and forefinger. It provoked another shiver from Mana.

  “You have done this before,” Mana murmured softly. “Mmmm…so have I.” She pressed her warm, round ass more firmly against Corliss’ belly.

  Corliss wondered what Mana meant by ‘this’. Her hand cradled Mana’s breast and she didn’t want to let go. It was something new and unusual for her to be so close to another naked woman. Mana seemed willing, even eager, for Corliss to explore her gorgeous little body. It would be a shame to pass on the opportunity, wouldn’t it? Last year, Jill, that treacherous sheriff’s deputy, had explored Corliss’ body under much less pleasant circumstances, using her fingers, her mouth and her wicked imagination to reduce Corliss to a shuddering, sobbing, pleading wreck. The bastards had recorded it all, too, or at least they’d said they had.

  Mana’s hand slid back and then between their bodies. Her fingernails began tickling at Corliss’ belly. This was getting way too interesting way too fast. Corliss shivered herself, wondering what to do next. If this went any further at least one of the men was bound to notice. Would they make their captives stop, or gather around to watch?

  She was rescued from her dilemma when she saw Goatee approaching. She slid her arm out from under Mana and Mana put her own hand back up on her hip.

  “You,” Goatee pointed at Corliss. “On your knees.” Mana moved away from her, crawling off to one side as Corliss obeyed. She had a pretty good idea what was coming next, and it excited her. When Goatee went behind her and started tying her hands, she was certain. Then he tied her elbows again, closer and tighter than he had before.

  “Please…” Corliss whined but didn’t fight him. “That hurts!”

  “Yeah, I know,” Goatee grinned nastily as he stood in front of her. “Couple things, blondie,” he went on. “Last year, we just broke you in a little. Now we’re gonna train you, good and proper. Some of it’ll hurt. You want this part to stop hurting?”

  “Yes…please,” Corliss begged. Her shoulders were pulled back so far that it hurt. Her bindings were so tight that she was already losing some feeling in her fingertips.

  “All right, then,” he nodded and started unfastening his bib overalls. “Last year, you got your mouth fucked. This year, you gotta learn how to suck cock right. You do as I tell you, and when we’re done, if you do it right, I cut you free.”

  Corliss whimpered again, even as she anticipated his cock in her mouth. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Mana watching. That added to the excitement she could already feel building. She opened her mouth wide as Goatee pulled down his boxer shorts and waited for him to invade her mouth.

  He stepped closer, already half erect, but didn’t do what she’d expected. “Lick it, bitch,” he ordered. “Lick every bit of it.”

  Some of the other men wandered over to watch, with either food or beer in their hands. Helpless, shamed, painfully uncomfortable, Corliss leaned forward, her tongue out. She licked tentatively at the head of his cock.

  “You do it like that and I’ll leave you tied like that all night,” Goatee growled. “Get into it, bitch. Learn to love the taste.”

  Corliss moaned. It was a lot easier to just hold still while men used her mouth. What Goatee wanted was more than her meek submission: He wanted her obedience. She began licking at the shaft, tasting salt and sweat. She shuddered, and kept licking, moving from the base of the shaft up to the blunt, swollen head. There were some parts she couldn’t reach easily, but she did the best she could. She wanted to shut her eyes so she wouldn’t see the audience she’d attracted, but when she tried that she couldn’t keep track of where Goatee’s cock was. So she focused her gaze on his cock instead and tried to ignore everything else. Goatee seemed to be enjoying her attentions, but finally he wanted more. He took a grip on her curly blonde hair. Corliss kept her mouth open for him and let him pull her head forward. He made her take his cock in a little too deep. She coughed and choked for a moment, not daring to try to pull away even when he let go of her hair.

  “Suck it now, bitch,” he ordered. “Suck it and swallow.”

  This was very different from last year, when the men had done all the work and all she’d had to do was kneel and keep her mouth open for them, but Corliss felt the same familiar excitement building deep in her belly. She moved her head back and forth, slowly at first, taking Goatee’s cock in no deeper than she had to. With every stroke in or out, she felt the wide part of the head of his cock…she knew it had a name, but she couldn’t remember what it was…push or pull past her lips. She couldn’t help drooling a little, but that was familiar too. Goatee grunted and spread his legs a little. He put his hand on her head, but didn’t try to do anything with it. She started moving a little faster. Out of the corners of her eyes she could see the other men standing around, watching her. She knew that some of them, maybe all of them, would want her to suck their cocks too. The thought poured fuel on the fire smoldering within her. As disturbing as this was, hadn’t she come all the way out here just to experience it? Hadn’t she done it in the full knowledge of what would happen to her, what would be done to her? Hadn’t she craved exactly this during all those long, dark, lonely, boring nights? And wasn’t she finally here, naked and bound and helpless, just as she’d pictured herself during those same nights?

  She felt something inside of her snap. She gently shut her eyes and moaned, feeling the bite of the ropes around her wrists and elbows, the mild chafing of the dog collar around her neck, the weight of the chain dangling from it, the blades of grass tickling at her bare flesh, and most of all the thick, warm, heavy, throbbing cock in her mouth. She felt a trickle of drool down her chin and moaned again, quickening her pace, anxious now to make it spurt into her mouth, eager to taste Goatee’s cum…and swallow it…while all those other men watched, their own cocks getting hard. She felt suddenly shameless, freed by the same ropes that bound her, the same collar and chain that tethered her. She moaned once more. It sounded like a cat in heat to her ears. Dimly, she heard some muffled, wordless protest from Mana. Was she being made to suck cock too, by some man who just couldn’t wait? Then she heard Goatee groan weakly and she knew that it wouldn’t be long now.

  When he came, she took his cock in as deeply as she could and held still, her lips tight around the shaft, her cheeks puckering inwards as she sucked as hard as she could, as if to drain every last drop. Cum flooded her mouth, hot and slippery and salty. She felt Goatee gripping her hair, she heard him groaning. Now she whimpered, shutting her eyes tightly, trying to narrow the whole world down to herself and his cock. She could feel that she was wet. She could even smell her own lust, and she wondered if anyone else could too. Then Goatee stopped groaning. No more cum gushed into her mouth, but she kept still and kept sucking until he pulled out. She was getting a little lightheaded from holding her breath for so long, but she still took the time to slowly tilt her head back and swallow, as loudly and as visibly as she could. Only then did she open her mouth and take one, long, reviving gasp of air. She felt suddenly worn and tired, as if she’d just run a long race. She felt someone freeing her from the ropes and she moaned with relief as her elbows were freed. Then her hands were freed as well. She wondered why they were doing that, and then she was forced onto her hands and knees. Hands gripped her hips, other hands gripped her head, and then she knew. She kept her eyes closed, but opened her mouth with a guttural moan as she felt a cock sliding slowly and powerfully into her pussy. A moment later, another cock slid into her opened mouth. Fireworks went off somewhere deep in her brain as they began fucking her from both ends.

  ***

  “Hey…hey, wake up.”

  Corliss moaned weakly and rolled away from whoever was poking at
her. Or, rather, she tried to roll away. She was tangled up with something warm and soft and couldn’t roll away. Whining irritatedly, she rolled back the other way, onto her back. She opened her eyes to look up and see who was disturbing her sleep.

  It was Goatee. He was grinning down at her.

  “Come on, you two, wake up,” he chuckled.

  You two? Corliss turned her head, blinking sleepily. She saw Mana stir and murmur in her sleep. Her long, black hair was a tangled mess. Bits of leaves and grass were tangled in it. She was nude, as was Corliss. Corliss could see rope marks on her wrists and upper arms that matched the marks on her own. She yawned hugely and sat up, running her fingers through her own hair.

  “Hungry?” Goatee chuckled.

  “Oh, yes!” Corliss answered. In fact, she was ravenous, and thirsty as well. How long had they let her sleep? She looked around, blinking. It felt like it was late. It sounded like it was late too. There was a hush about the place. She couldn’t hear any birds singing, or dogs barking, or any of the other noises associated with a farm. She couldn’t see much beyond the wooden plank sides of the pen she and Mana had been taken to shortly after sundown. Up overhead, she could see the roof of the shed that the pen was in, dimly lit by a couple of hanging lights.

  “What time is it?” she asked, and yawned again.

  “Three in the morning,” Goatee replied. He slid what looked like an aluminum dog bowl in front of her. “Here,” he said. “Eat.”

  Corliss could smell the bowl’s contents before she could see it clearly. It smelled delicious, enough to make her stomach growl. It looked like a mix of cooked, crumbled hamburger, chopped hard-boiled eggs and bits of vegetables. She didn’t see a spoon or a fork.