The Dark Woods & Other Bondage Stories

by S. J. Lewis

  He groaned again. Now he used his grip to make her suck faster, deeper, harder. Overwhelmed, Corliss whimpered and squirmed but she made not the least attempt to resist. She was too far gone for that now. Between thrusts she desperately gulped tiny sips of air through her nose.

  It ended exactly the way she thought it would. He stopped her head in place with his cock buried deep in her mouth, and roared. Suddenly Corliss’ mouth was full of cock and hot, salty cum. She tried to swallow, but she was too faint from lack of air to succeed. She coughed and gasped instead, feeling cum and saliva erupt out of her mouth around his cock, some of it dribbling down her chin and splashing onto her breasts and thighs. Another thick gush took the place of the first, and then another and another and another. It was too much. Corliss started to pass out. There was a moment…she didn’t know how long a moment it was…when she knew nothing at all. She was afloat in inky blackness. And then she was abruptly back in the shade of the dark woods as she fell heavily onto her side on the packed dirt, convulsively swallowing what was in her mouth so that she could breathe freely. She twitched and gasped, her vision still blurred. Then she felt someone grab a fistful of her hair and pull her back up onto her knees.

  “Next,” she heard the tall man say.

  The Dark Woods – Chapter Four

  It was demeaning and degrading, Corliss thought, but it wasn’t that hard. A third man stepped up close in front of her and took her head in his hands as had the first two. All she had to do was keep her back straight and her mouth open and the men did all the work, using her mouth for their pleasure. She felt more than ever like a filthy whore. Sticky cum, mixed with her saliva, was drying on her face, on her naked body, and in her hair. She desperately wanted at least one of her captors to use her pussy instead of her mouth, but they would do that when they wanted, not when she wanted. In the meantime she would just have to endure that aching desire between her legs. As she felt this latest cock sliding in and out against her lips, Corliss wondered absently if Amy had felt anything like this. Eyes closed, she focused on sucking. They weren’t trying to force their cocks down her throat…at least not until they came, and then she would have to hold her breath until the last salty spurt had been fired. Then she would be given a little time to cough and gasp and spit and sputter until she got her breath back and was ready for the next assault.

  She didn’t know exactly how many men were still standing around her. She was too preoccupied to even think about counting them, but there seemed to be an awful lot of them. None of them were making the lewd or obscene comments she would have expected from them, and their intent, silent waiting was more unnerving than jeers and catcalls would have been. They were all watching her submission, her debasement, and all eager to stick their cocks in her mouth. Every so often she imagined how she looked to them. It always made her shudder. There wasn’t anything she could do about her situation but submit, and wait for rescue. Her captors didn’t seem interested in hurting her, and as long as she let them do what they wanted to her they probably wouldn’t hurt her. Letting them do what they wanted was also a way for her to atone for what she’d gotten poor Amy into, but it horrified her that her body was responding to all this casual use. She was still wet, very wet. She could feel the cold steel of the handcuffs on her wrists, the hard, gritty dirt under her knees and her toes, every square inch of her bare skin alive to the least movement of air on her body, and above all of the hard, slippery cocks sliding in and out of her open, waiting mouth. They could do just about anything to her now, and she knew that she wouldn’t resist, even if Amy hadn’t been taken and used by them.

  Her latest attacker groaned. Corliss took a last desperate gulp of air just before he pulled her head closer with his hands as he thrust his hips forward. Her gag reflex kicked in weakly, just enough to make her squirm feebly as cum shot into her mouth and down her throat again. The head of his cock kept her from swallowing freely, so once more a mixture of semen and drool erupted from her mouth, much of it going down her chin and spattering on her breasts and thighs. He held her like that for a long, long time until she began to struggle in earnest, her hands fluttering uselessly in the handcuffs. He let her go just before she would have blacked out, and she took in a deep breath of sweet air. Her vision didn’t clear until she had taken several more deep breaths. If he hadn’t been holding her up by her hair, she knew that she would have collapsed.

  “I think that’s enough for now.” Still half-blind, Corliss recognized the tall man’s voice. “We got plenty of time. Let’s not wear her out too soon.”

  Panting and gasping, her chest heaving, Corliss blinked up at what she thought was him. “Please,” she huffed and swallowed. “Please…where’s Amy? Is she all right?”

  “She’s okay,” the tall man replied. “You wanna see her?”

  “Yes, please,” Corliss licked her lips, tasting salt, and swallowed again. “I have to know.” She could see well enough to recognize him now.

  “Feelin’ a little guilty, are you?” he smiled down at her.

  “Yes.” She looked down at the ground, her voice low.

  “Okay,” he said. “We’ve gotta clean you up now, but you can have a look at her first.” She felt him take hold of the end of her belt. “On your feet, bitch,” he ordered as he pulled up on it.

  Corliss staggered and swayed as the thin belt tightened around her neck, threatening to strangle her. She was lightheaded, dizzy and wobbly on her feet. The tall man gave her a couple of moments to recover as most of the other men wandered away…to do what? Corliss wondered absently.

  “Follow me,” the tall man ordered. He turned on his heel and began walking. Corliss stumbled along after him, and two men fell in behind her. Were they worried that she might try to make a break for it? The idea seemed almost funny to her. She was barely in shape to shamble along at the end of her improvised leash. She sure couldn’t run. She wouldn’t have a chance if she tried anyway. It would just amuse them if she did.

  The tall man led her over to one of the little cabins. It had no windows, only an open doorway at one end with no door in it. He stopped just outside and turned to Corliss. “You can go have a look,” he said, “But don’t say a fucking word. Got that?”

  Corliss nodded. He nodded back and gestured for her to enter the cabin. She stepped inside hesitantly.

  There were two small skylights in the rough plank roof, giving her just enough light to see by. It was no bigger than a bathroom inside, and the floor was more bare, packed earth. There was a scrap of green carpet covering the ‘floor’, and Amy lay huddled on it. Her hands were cuffed in front of her now, and she was blindfolded. The chain was still locked around her neck, the free end padlocked to an eyebolt screwed into one of the logs that made up the far wall. Amy moved a little and made a small keening noise as she heard someone come into her prison. She pressed herself against the far wall, hugging her chain close to her. Corliss’ heart sank.

  “That’s enough,” the tall man said. He gave the belt a tug. “C’mon out.”

  Corliss took one last look at Amy as she backed out of the cabin. She wished she could have said something to the other woman, but she didn’t dare speak, and what could she have said anyway? It wouldn’t make poor Amy feel any better to know that she’d been captured too. The only hope Corliss had left herself was that one last chance of rescue that she’d been clinging to all along. She’d just have to endure until then.

  The tall man led her away from the cabin and stopped. He turned and looked Corliss up and down for a moment. “You’re prime stuff, bitch,” he commented. “But you’re a real mess right now. We’re gonna clean you up and then have a little more fun.”

  At one edge of the camp, on top of a low rise, was a framework built out of six-inch logs. Two had been driven into the ground at slight angles, so that they were leaning towards each other. A third had been laid atop the first two. The bark had been peeled off of all of them. Corliss could see ropes dangling from the crosspiece. As the
y came closer, she could see more ropes tied around the bases of the two uprights. It looked too much like some primitive place of sacrifice for her peace of mind, but she didn’t complain or try to struggle as the two men who had been following along behind her first removed her handcuffs and wrapped thick, soft dark cloths around her wrists and ankles. Then they tied her to the frame, her arms raised high over her head, her legs spread wide so that she had to stand on tiptoe or hang by her wrists. She was too worn down to care. Let them do whatever they wanted to her. It would end soon. It had to.

  Once she was strung up, the tall man came over and slipped her belt from around her neck. He doubled it in his hand and looked at her, smiling. Corliss strained to move away from him…she suddenly cared again…but she was already stretched taut and could barely move. Her eyes remained fixed on the belt as the tall man began to walk around her slowly. When he passed behind her so that she couldn’t see no matter how much she turned her head she braced herself for the brutal whipping she expected, but all he did was circle around her and stop right in front of her, very close.

  “You’re a pretty little thing,” he said, smiling down at her. Corliss whimpered. He still held the belt, and he might start whipping her with it yet. “Or at least you will be after we get you cleaned up.” He ran a hand up and down her thigh until she shivered.

  “Comfortable?” he asked, his fingertips trailing lightly along her skin.

  “No,” Corliss replied. In fact, she was painfully uncomfortable, stretched and held as she was. Her leg muscles were already starting to complain. Soon they might cramp up. Worse, her legs were spread so wide that…she jerked and shrieked as the tall man’s hand came up between her legs to caress her exposed pussy. She felt a finger sliding up inside of her.

  “Still a little wet,” he commented. “I think we’ll have lots of fun with you. Ready?”

  That last word wasn’t meant for Corliss’ ears. It was too loud.

  “Ready when you are,” some other man’s voice answered. Corliss didn’t recognize it.

  “All right, then.” The tall man tweaked Corliss’ nipple once, lightly, with the same hand that had been on…and in…her pussy and moved away quickly. Corliss watched him go, bewildered, and started to look around to see where the other voice had come from. At that moment a stream of ice-cold water struck her right in her face.

  Corliss shrieked and struggled and yelped and yanked at her bonds, but nothing could save her from the chilling spray. Sopping wet, her hair kept hanging down and blocking her vision. She soon quit trying to toss her head so that she could see because it was pointless. She had caught a glimpse of a man playing a hose on her, and knowing where the water was coming from didn’t help. He played the stream across her body, up and down, paying particular attention to her breasts and pussy. She had a brief respite when he moved behind her, and then the same frigid torture was repeated on her other side.

  He was very thorough, spraying every bit of her naked body, adjusting the spray so that sometimes it caressed and sometimes it stung, until she no longer had the strength to struggle or to scream. When he finally turned the water off, Corliss hung limply from the crossbar, head down, snuffling and coughing and shivering violently. Then someone grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head up. She expected some new torture, but instead she felt a towel on her face. Her torturer took as much care drying her as he had washing her down, wringing out her hair and using several towels. When he seemed satisfied, he loosened the ropes binding her ankles so that she could stand a bit more comfortably. She was still shivering, but more or less dry, when the tall man came back and examined her.

  “Your hair’s too long,” he commented. “Never mind. We’ll fix that. Look at me, bitch!” he ordered, gripping her chin in his hand and giving her head a rough shake.

  Corliss obeyed, whimpering. His eyes showed amusement, not lust.

  “You ain’t the first two to come snooping around out here,” he said. “You ain’t even the first women PIs. Who hired you? Some jealous boyfriend? An ex-husband who can’t let go? Or maybe just some nosy asshole who can’t let things alone?”

  What the Hell was he talking about? Cold water dribbled down her arms from the cloth wrappings still tied around her wrists, ticking and distracting her. She’d been hired by a late-middle aged businessman who wanted to find out who his mistress had left him for. Amy hadn’t told her who she was working for. They’d shared some information when they discovered that they were investigating more or less the same thing, but not that much. She was still shivering from her shower anyway, and it was hard for her to concentrate.

  “Well, it doesn’t matter,” he smiled, still holding her chin. His other hand strayed to her nipples, which were puffy and swollen from the cold. “You’re here now. What do you think of the place so far?”

  Corliss couldn’t answer. She wanted to spit in his face in reply, but she couldn’t manage to do that either. All she could do was keep shivering.

  “I bet you’re hopin’ that someone will come and rescue you, right?” He chuckled and tweaked a nipple, not gently. Corliss grunted. “Well, I hate to bust your bubble, but it ain’t gonna happen.” He turned his head to look back at something. “Get on over here,” he called out. A small man came ambling over, clad in a shaggy camo outfit and mottled face paint. Corliss thought that he must be the same one who had helped to capture her earlier. It was hard to tell. What was going on now? Would they ever let her down from this damned thing?

  The tall man let go of Corliss and picked up a damp towel from the ground. He tossed it to the small man. “Strip down,” he ordered. The small man caught the towel and turned his back to them. Corliss saw him start rubbing his face vigorously with the towel. After a moment, he tossed it away. He sat down to pull off his boots and then stood up and started shrugging his way out of his foliage. Under it he was wearing nothing but…panties? And a brassiere? Corliss gaped. The dark brown hair was long compared to any of the other men here, who all seemed to sport buzz cuts or crew cuts, but it was short for a woman, and it looked disturbingly familiar. The strange figure unhooked and removed the bra, then shucked off the panties. The body looked a bit too muscular for a woman, but softer and more curved than any of the men here. Corliss shuddered as the figure turned to face her, dreading what she might see.

  “Hi there, Corliss!” It was the woman, the sheriff’s deputy she’d been desperately counting on as her last slim hope of rescue. Deputy Bestwyck…’call me Jill’. She was smiling happily. She came over to them and bent to kiss the tall man’s hand. Straightening up, she looked at Corliss, still smiling.

  “Aw, don’t look so sad,” Jill shook her head. “I know you’re kind of disappointed now, but this can be a very fun place for a girl.” She put her hands on her hips and stood with her legs a little apart. Her body was definitely female, but muscular. She had small but nicely-shaped breasts, tipped with tan nipples, a taut, flat belly with a hint of a six-pack, shapely round and solid-looking thighs and a pubic thatch the same shade as the hair on her head, trimmed to a narrow stripe.

  “Like it?” she said, turning her upper body from side to side and grinning. “It takes a lot of work to stay in shape, but I think it’s worth it.”

  Corliss tried to say something, but all that came out was a weak moan of despair. There was no hope left for her, no way out of this horrible predicament. What would they do to her…and to Amy? Well, what more could they do to them? Corliss had seen or read just enough porn in her life to conjure up some very disturbing images.

  Jill stepped up and slid her arms around Corliss’ waist, holding her closely so that they were breast-to-breast, belly-to-belly in an intimate embrace that made Corliss shudder. When Jill tried to kiss her, Corliss turned her head away. A second later she felt a stinging blow across her ass. She jerked and yelped as Jill laughed.

  “Kiss her,” the tall man ordered. He hefted Corliss’ belt so that she could see it and know that he’d just used it on her.
Corliss sobbed and when Jill tried to kiss her again she didn’t try to turn away. Jill kept an arm around her waist to keep them in close contact. She put her other hand on the back of Corliss’ head to keep her from pulling away as she slid her tongue, pink and wriggling, into Corliss’ mouth. The warmth of Jill’s body against hers was welcome, but nothing else about the situation was. Corliss endured it for as long as she could and then she began struggling futilely. Tiny noises of complaint and dismay slipped out from between her lips around Jill’s invading tongue. Another searing lash across her ass made her shriek, but stopped her struggling. Corliss let herself hang limply from the ropes around her wrists, sobbing but no longer resisting.

  “Think you can do it?” the tall man asked Jill. Jill ended the kiss but held Corliss just as tightly as ever. “Oh, yeah!” she responded enthusiastically. “She can’t go anywhere all trussed up like this, so it’s just a matter of time. I’ll have her baying at the Moon before too long.”

  “Good. They’ve got the video camera all ready to go. Get started.”

  Corliss groaned in utter despair. Jill was going to do things to her, and these bastards were going to record it?

  “Awww…” Jill gripped Corliss’ ass with both hands and pulled her close, grinding her hips against her. “Just let me drive, girl. I know what I’m doing.” She kissed the side of Corliss’ neck and then began nibbling gently at her earlobe. Her hands kneaded Corliss’ ass, which still stung from the blows from the thin leather belt.

  Corliss shut her eyes tightly, and clenched her teeth. That kept her from seeing anything, and helped as she tried to distance herself from what Jill was doing. She tried to pretend that this was happening to somebody else, but she knew it wouldn’t work for long. Jill was too skilled and too knowing, and, as a woman, she knew where all the best places were on a woman’s body. Her clenched teeth might keep Jill’s tongue out of her mouth, but they couldn’t prevent Jill from using her tongue elsewhere. She felt Jill’s mouth on her nipple, sucking gently as her tongue tickled and teased it into erection. There wasn’t anything that could be done about Jill’s hands, either.