Desert Chronicles · Bound 2 · Part 4 (4/5)
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g; it had only gotten her driven out of the canyon and hunted again. Boy, when I shoot off my mouth, she thought, don't I leave a crater? Her rear hurt a little still when the straps from the cuffs on her bound wrists hit the stripe. The one on her chest hurt when the sun hit it or her hair brushed it, both which were happening pretty much constantly, and as her breasts bounced when she walked. She couldn't beg, couldn't run. Hopefully he'd still be reluctant to hurt her and would give her an out again before he carried out the rest of the whipping. This time she'd agree in a heartbeat.
Underneath the wire Greg disconnected her cuffs and stretched her near wrist toward the rope hanging above. She fought, but Greg was stronger and she found her wrists stretched wide above her. He cranked up the rope until her toes were just scraping the ground. Then with an evil smile at her that chilled her, he cranked it up further until her toes were about a foot above the ground. He let her hang there for a moment or two then lowered her a bit. She wanted this to be the hoped-for mercy but it was not.
He came up to her as she hung there naked and helpless, toes barely scraping the ground. The ball gag was still firmly in place, she couldn't even beg for mercy. She was, however, beginning to feel very, very turned on, more than before. He looked up at her face, saw the hardness there. This could easily be real. He could be about to hurt her badly, she was stark naked, helpless, and already had a taste of what might be to come. She couldn't offer him her body; he could already take whatever he wanted of that. Perhaps it was true, all she had to look forward to in the next half hour was pain. She hoped not, but she couldn't entirely this time be sure.
He wrapped the ropes around her ankles, spreading her feet apart again. Then he faced her, grabbed her breast roughly and shook. She struggled and cried out into the gag but really couldn't move or stop it. Then he ran a finger through her pubic hair, catching a grunt from her as he pushed it full up into her and wiggled. She realized with dread that he saw she was enormously wet.
Then with a sigh he pulled his finger out, wiped it on her side. He shook his head as he walked back to the come-along and Nel felt herself lifted back off the ground further and then stretched tight. And then, with an evil grin, stretched a bit further. She would have called out in surrender if she could have used her voice. Her joints along her arms and legs felt the strain.
He picked up the whip and walked around her with it. "I hope you like this, you say you do, so here we are." He rubbed her taut body with the whip, then hung it around her neck in front of her. Where it touched the stripe on her chest it hurt. She wanted to beg him not to hurt her. She wanted to go home and sleep. The tension on her arms and legs was starting to hurt. And she became aware, she really, really wanted to have an orgasm. Greg had promised after the whipping to have sex with her. At least it was something to look forward to.
She was a little higher than Greg, she looked down at his stony face. Instead of pulling the whip off her he went back to his truck, came back with one of their larger dildos. She couldn't do a thing about it anyways and there was no need at all for lubrication. He slid it up inside her…
Greg returned which cut the story short, maybe she’d tell Don the rest some other time if he asked. They all piled into the seat of Greg's truck, hit a fast-food place on the way out of town then proceeded up the freeway out of town and toward the canyon.
They had finished eating by the time they exited the freeway. Nel expected them to drive straight to the canyon, but Greg stopped where he sometimes did, just after a turn in the dirt road that hid the vehicle from the freeway.
Nel got an uncomfortable flutter in her stomach as Greg and Don both stepped out of the truck and handed her their t-shirts, along with a grocery bag. The grocery bag had a little rattle to it; she knew what that meant.
Greg sometimes would have her strip here, about two miles from the canyon, so that she would be completely naked when they were at the canyon, with her clothes nowhere anywhere close or available. The normal procedure was for her to French kiss Greg for as long as she wanted, then go across the dirt road, which put her in view of the freeway about a mile away, and then she’d strip off everything but her flip flops and put them, in the bag. The bag was placed, not even really hidden, a little off the road where likely (hopefully) it would not be disturbed.
Sometimes Greg put handcuffs in the bag, like it seemed now, and she was expected to handcuff her hands behind her back once she was naked, leaving her with no ability at all to hide the front of her body. The freeway was far enough away that people might see something they thought to be a person but probably couldn’t make out she was naked, of course. She was wearing light-colored clothing that against the desert made her harder to see. She hoped so. If someone had a pair of binoculars and looked they’d get an eyeful.
It wasn't like anyone else ever came out here, they had never seen anyone else even driving out here. She put a smile on her face, accepted the bag, kissed Greg for about thirty seconds and Don for about a minute, then walked over to the far side of the road. Keeping her back to Greg and Don she removed everything but her flip-flops and put it all in the bag a little hidden on the side of the road. As expected there were handcuffs in the bag. She pulled them out and once the bag was safely on the side of the dirt road she cuffed both wrists behind her. Hopefully no one from the highway could see this but Greg and Don were only a hundred feet away and not missing a second. As she walked back she wished she could cover herself, then realized there was no point to that.
When she got back to the truck Greg took a short length of rope and tied it around the handcuff chain, then around the window post of the passenger door, leaving about a foot of rope between them. Uh oh, Nel thought, tethered to the car, so they are about to do something that I might want to get away from.
Greg began to speak. "Nel.. uh, Slave, this is your fair warning. For the next few hours you are totally at the mercy of two horny studs who plan to have all the fun they want with you, and there is nothing you can do about it. If you do not do as you are told immediately and completely you can expect to be punished." It was a silly speech and she already knew all that, but part of it scared her. Punishment options out here could get really difficult for her. "Do you understand?"
"Yes, Masters." Why did they see a need to handcuff and tether her for that speech?
"Don and I are going to have a contest." Greg continued. "You will count backwards from ten while we both pinch a nipple" OK, the tethering made sense now "and afterward you will tell us which of us has the stronger grip. If you mess up the count or pull away from us you will start over until you can count all ten. Do you understand."
"Yes." Not happy at all. They both grabbed a nipple. She braced herself, this was not going to be good at all.
"Begin." Greg said flatly.
Both of them pinched their nipple as hard as they could. She thrashed a bit, cried out as the waves of pain washed over her, then remembered she needed to be counting. Although it hurt like hell, she managed to count backwards as ordered without an error, but it was difficult to count with waves of pain washing over you and much harder to stand still and let it happen. But they were right, they could do anything they wanted to her right now and with two of them and one of her there wasn't much she could do about it.
When they let her nipples go that brought a wave of pain all its own as the blood returned and she shrank back against the truck door for what miniscule safety the distance gave. She had no control any longer, they could do this to her again if they wanted to, but they seemed to not have any desire to. She thought about it for a second and identified Greg as the strongest grip but Don was almost the same. They thanked her then Greg brought out a toy she never had liked, nipple loops. It was a very small-diameter cord with slip-loops on each end and Greg ran them over her still quite erect and still hurting nipples as far down to the base of each as he could and tightened the loops.
Each squeezed securely down and with her hands handcuffed behind her there was nothing she could do about it and everyone knew it. They un-tethered her from the car then Greg tested the cord, jerking her roughly by her nipples so with a cry of pain she stood right up before him. He grabbed the hair at the back of her head and harshly pulled downward, stretching her lips up to where he forcefully french-kissed her until he was satisfied and released her. She didn't mind the kiss, expected the rough treatment, but cringed a little at the look on Don's face as she emerged from it all. They ushered her back into the car, still naked and handcuffed and nipple-chained, between them.
As the truck moved down the road toward the canyon Nel realized the point of that exercise. They wanted to prove to her that while they were out here they were not afraid to hurt her if she disobeyed or really if they just wanted to. She was completely convinced. They had promised to be rough and force her out here, and it looked like they were going to be very good to their word. Her nipples still throbbing, she knew she was going to be very attentive and quick to obey. And yes, she was turned on as hell.
They pulled into the canyon, a small cul-de-sac a little way off the main dirt road where Greg and Nel came often and the games they played were normally quite hard. The floor of the entire area was still touched by sunlight but the shadows were starting to slip down the ten-to-fifteen-foot walls. Greg shut the engine off and he and Don exited the vehicle. After a second Nel followed, unsure about how the next few hours of her life was going to go.
Greg grabbed his bag and some of the foam padding that would be needed. Greg gave Don the end of Nel's nipple tether and she followed him closely and intently to the large flat rock they often used.
It was about three foot high, large, and flat; it looked like it might at one point been part of a foundation or something, nothing with that big a flat area would occur naturally. It would be a wickedly hot surface right now with the desert sun shining on it all day, which was why Greg had the foam padding. The shadows had moved the direct sunlight off of it, from the shadows just a little while ago and it was still visibly giving off heat from baking in the sun all day.
Greg had Don drop his shorts and instructed Nel that she had two minutes to make him glad he was here.
Don felt the rock. It was a good thing they had the padding, it was probably not hot enough to blister but still too hot to touch for more than a few seconds, so he remained standing. With a little glare at Greg Nel knelt before Don and hands still cuffed behind her, took him into her mouth and began working him over. She tried to do the best job she could, she was at both of their mercy and wanted them as happy as possible with her. Don was enjoying it, getting into it and guiding her head with his hands and starting to hold her still and pump her mouth. It looked like he was getting close when Greg announced time was up and Don stepped away.
Greg sat briefly down on the side of the rock but popped up pretty fast due to the temperature. He put the padding underneath him. Removing his own shorts and underwear he then sitting on the padding used the tether to draw her roughly down to his cock where she faced the same challenge with him.
Except this was one that she had no intention of winning. She made sure it felt good and was not a bad enough job to get her punished but he wasn't going to come and they both knew it, despite, or maybe because of him jerking her around by her nipples.
He had her sit on the pad. The rock was still hellishly hot, she could feel it from the bare rock beside the pad and even soaking through the pad itself. While she did he took suspension cuffs out of his bag and as Don watched locked them on her ankles. He pointed out two eye-bolts driven into the rock at ankle level and told Don that they would often lock Nel's ankles to these and her wrists to two more on the other side, either face-up or face-down with padding as needed, then he could do things with her, which is what they were going to do now. The rock there was just wide enough that her head and neck would hang over the far side of the rock.
Greg had her stand and soon her ankles were secured widely with locks with her facing and touching the rock. It was not nearly as hot on the sides and the pad she had been sitting on, which hung a little over the side, insulated her from its heat higher up. He uncuffed her wrists then locked suspension cuffs in their place. A lock secured her wrists behind her back again and then while Don watched almost in disbelief Greg held a ball gag up to her mouth. She took a long defiant few seconds to open her mouth, and then it was in place and tight. She had expected to be secured like she usually was, wrists down the far side of the rock but that didn't seem to be what Greg had on his mind.
The rock was still too hot to touch, and Nel was glad for the pad. Normally when she was ankle cuffed facing the rock it was early in the morning when the rock was still cool and she was bent over it and Greg either took her from behind or played with her butt, which she tolerated but had never really liked. Sometimes he tied her hair to a rope attached to a butt hook and forced her head up and then deep-throated her as she lay on the rock. If she were faced away from the rock and laying over it the rock stopped at about her shoulders and with her head back off the far side she was also a good target for some deep-throat fun.
That was a bit embarrassing, she hoped Greg wasn’t planning on doing that to her in front of Don.
Don watched as Greg took a dog walker lead out of his bag, the sort that you could press a button and it played out but retracted in when the dog got closer. It had a relatively thick dog collar attached to it. He used a clip to attach it to the bottom of the rock on the far side of her and then took the free end of the dog lead and the collar. Nel looked at him but didn’t resist as he locked the collar around her neck, it didn’t make much sense when he could have just tied her face down across the rock on the pad.
That seemed standard enough but she suddenly to her extreme unhappiness understood the ball gag when Greg adjusted the foam pad down about a foot, and as he began to pull on the lead she against her will and with a bit of struggle and fighting began to be pulled about thirty degrees down. With the pad moved if she were flat on the boulder her breasts would rest not on the pad but the very hot rock.
She fought but had no leverage and it was a losing battle. Every time she slipped the dog leash mechanism ate it up, making it that much harder to stay off the rock.
Don was just watching. She wondered why he didn't do anything, he knew how hot the rock was, but didn't know about the lie told about the safeword and didn't interfere because he thought Nel could stop this if she really wanted to.
Greg stood behind her and as she became bent over enough, she felt him push into her pussy and begin to slowly and firmly stroke in and out of her. She was plenty wet; this was perfect for her, a fight with a promise of future pain, but now? As she was slowly forced over, she wondered just how much damage it would do, if it would blister her breasts. Even with the direct sunlight off it now in the late afternoon it was plenty hot, it was going to burn with no doubt but she doubted she'd have any actual damage. At least she hoped not. She'd find out soon enough. Every second that she stayed off the rock it cooled a little more, but at this moment it was likely only the difference in burning her skin in five seconds or six. Greg came in her, and without a word went back to setting up the suspension rig.
She expected Greg would let things go until she was flat and tight against the rock and her chest was crushed fast and pancaked against the still-burning hot surface. He didn't though, he did worse. He put a foam block under each shoulder, stopping her descent when her nipples, still erect because of the tether chain around them, were about an inch above the rock. The heat washed over her chest and she was desperately trying to avoid touching down, but bent that far over keeping her back from bending the rest of the way as almost impossible. Besides, it was a metal chain around her nipples; she wondered how long it would take the heat to seep up the chain and start to burn her.
Even with the pad, her back was buckling. The tip of her nipples would touch and with a squeal of pain she’d pull back up for the couple of seconds she could manage until her position caused her to slowly sink back into contact for another cycle. She wondered offhandedly what was better – frying her breasts or baking them slowly like this?
Then Greg called over and told Don to remove the stops at her shoulders. She shot a desperate look at Don, but he seemed to want to see what happened himself. She made begging noises through the gag. Don stopped and looked stricken for a moment and Nel had a flash of hope, but then he reached over and grabbed the pads and pulled them away. With almost a scream through her ball gag much more than her nipple dropped down onto the still extremely hot rock and she managed to pull up the few inches she had left.
It wasn't working, Nel thought after about six go-rounds. She took a deep breath and gave up, falling fully on the rock. It hurt, it felt like she was burning, but she knew she might as well just get it over with.
Five seconds of that, thrashing and yelling changed her mind, but she found the rope around her neck helplessly tight and holding her crushed tight, unable to move. Don marveled at how much it must be hurting Nel, he could see the sides of her breasts compressed like a pancake all against the hot rock. He wasn't sure, but if she were really that unhappy she could just safeword or signal and she hadn't done that so she must, at some level, be ok with it.
Ten seconds later Nel actually was ok. No burnt flesh, at least no smell. Yeah, she'd probably be red but if nothing had happened by now nothing was going to, and her skin had adjusted to the feeling. It was quite a bit uncomfortable but it was now just another time she had been bent over and fucked on the rock.
Then she felt it, someone behind her ready to plunge into her pussy. It had to be Don; she could still see Greg finishing up the suspension rig. He pushed hard into her and she grunted despite herself. He was fucking her hard, and it forced her back and forth, moving the skin on her breasts that was in contact with the rock. There was nothing she could do about it so she just silently endured.
As she lay there on the rock feeling her pussy being relentlessly pounded into, she realized deep down inside that she was enjoying this. They had set her on the side of the rock, threatened her, but were following through and letting it happen as was proper. Greg was over there setting up for her to be suspended and it sent a twitch through her pussy like it always did despite what was currently being done to her down there. Her breasts were hot, even painfully hot, but not burnt and they didn’t feel like they were blistering. It wasn’t fun but it was perfectly do-able.
Don finished with a groan and after a minute pulled out of her. He hadn’t even spoken to her the whole time. Part of her was angry at being treated like an object, part of her was loving it. Back in town she was someone, was a person. Out here right now she was just a toy, a female body to play with. She looked over at the suspension rig, now ready. And to be abused.
Now that Don was done Greg unhooked the dog collar and helped Nel to stand. Don was unlinking her ankle cuffs from the rock. Her breasts were red but not burnt or blistered. Greg took a cream bottle out of his backpack and tossed it to Don. Nel was only too glad to stand still while Don rubbed some of the contents into the skin of her breasts. After the first few seconds it didn’t hurt anymore and by the time he was done her chest felt normal. Don hadn’t voiced any complaints at his task either.
Nel allowed Greg to lead her over to where the suspension rig waited, leaving her facing as expected away from the opening of the canyon. Greg asked Don over and asked him to hook Nel up. It felt sort of surreal, her standing naked in front of her friend, waiting for him to attach her to a rig to be brutally whipped. She felt keenly her bare pubic hair exposed to his gaze, something that given a choice would only be seen by Greg. Yet a fresh load of Don’s cum was up inside of her and hadn’t even had a chance to start leaking out of her yet. The afternoon was far from over. But it was a different sort of chill than normal.
She was here, she was going to be hurt, and the wait for that as always was almost a hypnotizing turn on. But Don was here. She knew what it was like to be strung up here and whipped by Greg, it had to happen or all this wasn’t real. But just two days ago they had been sitting at school at lunch and Don had only seen her once naked and never tied up. And here they were today. He looked at her as Greg walked back to his truck for something, looked her in the eyes. Are you sure, she knew he was asking. She just looked back, expression unchanging. Go ahead, get on with it.
He waited until he got her message. He lifted a wrist and stretched it out to the waiting clip and fastened it in. Then the other wrist and her arms were stretched out wide and it was too late. She knew she couldn’t break free and she had no safeword to stop whatever happened. She could feel herself getting wet down there, the breeze wicking the moisture away as Don spread and fastened her ankles wide apart.
Greg handed Don the bullwhip. Nel eyed it warily, knowing what pain it had inflicted on her in the past and that more of that pain would shortly bring again. It was too late to run away; she couldn’t get loose now and everybody knew it. Greg explained the ritual and handed the whip to Don. Don presses the whip to Nel’s lips, who kissed the whip tenderly. Then Don looped it around her neck once and brought the free ends together to run down between her breasts. It rested there, a stark reminder to Nel of what was to come.
Dreg took a long bandanna out of his pocket and used it to cleave-gag his helpless girlfriend. Then he moved over and cranked on the ratchet and Nel’s wrists were drawn up and away until she was tight and almost on her tip-toes. It wasn’t bad, Nel thought, it was like wearing heels and she could do this position for a long while. There was one rope and a hair clip hanging straight down above her. Greg grabbed it and braided it into the hair at the top of her head. Nel noticed Don looking confused but he’d see soon enough. Greg used the tie into her head to keep her head up; after being whipped a while she normally stopped caring about holding her head up.
It wasn’t any fun to have the weight of her head hanging from that chunk of hair, but it generally was barely noticeable compared to the rest of her body right about then and a lot safer than her head being closer to her chest where the whip was often landing. Greg was pretty good with it, but it was far from a precision instrument.
Don walked over to where his friend was strapped up naked, the instrument of her torture still hanging around her neck, scarf cleave gag splitting her mouth. Don pulled out the scarf and let it fall to her neck. “Are you sure about this, Nel? I could refuse and I could stop Greg from doing this to you.”
Nel looked up at him. It felt a little humiliating “It’s not me who needs to decide, it’s you. I’m already strung up and helpless. I couldn’t stop this if I wanted to. No, I am not looking forward at all to getting whipped, but I’m all jelly inside right now knowing it’s going to happen. I’m so hot and horny if someone rubbed my clit for five seconds I’d explode. You wouldn’t do this any more than Greg would to Nel, but you might if I’m just a body to be used for your pleasure. This, out here, it’s just who I am. Yet I don’t matter. It’s you who needs to decide – can you and are you going to do this to me, or are you not?
Am I, out here, Nel or am I just a play toy, a female body to be whipped and broken and used for your pleasure? I can’t be both; you won’t put up with me being whipped like is about to happen if I’m Nel out here. You need to decide if you are going to be who you are supposed to be out here and let me be who I’ve agreed to be. Don’t ask me, ask yourself.”
Nel just waited and watched Don for a few seconds while he decided. He reached up and put the scarf in her mouth and she almost had an orgasm on the spot. Too late now, the final bridge burned. She was helpless, Greg certainly would whip her, and Don had just passed his own Rubicon and he would whip her too. Too late. No point in even begging, which she could hardly do with the bandanna in her mouth. It was real. She was going to be punished, and this time there were two people to do it. When it was just Greg she got short breaks she really needed to catch herself when his arm got tired. With two of them they could switch off and she might not even get a moment.
Sometimes when Greg whipped her she got so tired and it hurt so bad that she started slipping off into her own little world and when he’d stop to rest his arms she’d come back to the canyon. It was perfectly possible Greg’s arm was fine and he was just worried and giving her a break out of worry and telling her it was his arm to keep her from being angry. It didn’t matter. She wondered if today it would just be one long trip, wondered how easy it would be to come back after the promised full hour of being bullwhipped…
It mattered not, it was too late. As Don brought the handkerchief up to her mouth she stopped him. “Promise me, when Greg does this to me, when he’s done he lets me go. I am hurting so bad I don’t even want to move, and he lets me go and while I lay there he fucks me and pleases himself. Promise me once the whipping Is done you’ll force me to please you too.”
Her earlier challenge had hardened Don. “Yes, I will.” Nel’s legs buckled as she had an orgasm right there and then. Greg off to the side too far to hear their words could see it, Don was just impassive, only getting in the way of her thrashings a little as he tied the kerchief tightly in place.
