1 comments/ 19988 views/ 2 favorites The Hiking Trip Ch. 01 By: Kinks_Abound Dedicated to Judi Ann. This series was written at her request. * He watched her as she checked her gear. She was bent over her pack, checking her supplies for a few days' worth of hiking. Simply ensuring the necessities, such as having water readily available, that the pockets on her pack were closed and the straps appropriately adjusted. He marveled at how beautiful she was. Judi, his UK girl... Wearing a close-fitting sleeveless shirt, hiking shorts that displayed her legs so well, and sturdy shoes made for rough terrain. He still found it slightly unbelievable that she had traveled across the ocean to see him. He felt she was completely out of his league, yet here she was. They had met online, like so many do these days. In fact, they'd met in a virtual world, where people take on avatars and use typing to emote feelings, and of course, sexual animations to enjoy each other to the fullest. He fondly remembered the brat he'd met one time. She was completely on the offensive and totally abrasive. She challenged him in the virtual world, and he rose to her challenges and pushed back. Before long, he had her on his knees begging him for more. However, that was in a virtual and this was quite different. This was altogether real. While in the virtual world and later on video cam, they had shared so much and knew each other as well as possible. Her wants and desires were no mystery to him, and her cravings were seemingly limitless. He smiled as he remembered that the harder he pushed her the more she loved it... Grinning widely, he thought about the upcoming 4 days of hiking through the wilderness of Yellowstone National Forest. He wondered also if she was really ready. They started out with a group of other hikers. Not a group with whom they would travel, but rather a loose set of people all headed the same direction. He knew the speed of the hike and the different trail options would soon separate them all, and he also knew, that his carefully planned route was going to lead him and her someplace where they could be alone. She looked up and their eyes met. His heart leaped in his chest as he noted the mix of emotions in her eyes: excitement, happiness, a little fear. He helped her don her pack and then he hoisted his own onto his back. He patted her bottom and she giggled as they started up the trail. The first part of the hike was easy, the crowd, or herd as he called them, traveled generally together, with some of the faster ones farther ahead and others straggling behind. All-in-all, it was a good day of travel and sightseeing. The temperature was perfect and the sky was cloudless. He and she teased each other along the way, but he could tell that his real life gentleness was wearing on her, and by the time camp needed to be setup, she was showing her petulant side. Or rather, the brat arrived. She had come here with an understanding as to some of the activities, and she had been excitedly fearing and anticipating them for weeks. However, now that she was here, he did not seem ready to give in yet. Judi does not handle disappointment well. Her attitude continued to worsen as they ate their meal and watched the other hikers file in and setup their camp areas. She began her attempts to make him angry, with comments, such as, "There has to be a real man around here someplace," "Fucking pussy," "Why did I travel all this way for this shit," etc. She continued her attempts by flirting shamelessly with other hikers, laughing with them, touching them provocatively, leading them on. He noticed, however, that she watched him the entire time looking for the desired reaction. Instead, he simply watched and listened impassively, not giving in to her attempts to raise his ire. He knew what she wanted, but he was well aware of what anticipation brings to the table. When you want something so bad you can almost taste and touch it, but it is still afar off. Like children on Christmas Eve before time to open presents. Anticipation brings excitement and a sort of agony at the same time. He was a master at making her wait. At bedtime when they got into their sleeping bags, she was all over him: kissing, sucking his lips, biting his neck, and urging him on. He stared into her eyes and they were pleading for his touch and contact. She would have taken anything that he would give her at the moment in time. Yet, he ignored her and rolled over on his side with his back to her. Simply, he dismissed her. She had no idea, but she was driving him crazy inside and it was so hard to ignore her, but he knew it was necessary for what was to come. Finally, she relented and rolled over too. He could feel her anger through her body language and sensed her pouting. Then he sensed something else. He could feel her body vibrating against his and knew that she was moving her hand at a rapid pace. He heard small moans and gasps escape her lips as she played with her pussy. He was so fucking turned on, but continued to ignore her as her moans reached a frenzied crescendo and she had what could only be a massive orgasm. Suddenly, she rolled over and rubbed her cum slick fingers over his lips, cursing into his ear and calling him every name in the book as he continued to ignore her. Finally, she whispered softly into his ear, "You fucking son of a bitch... I love you..." and then drifted off into silence and sleep. He was smiling now. She had all but fallen into his trap. Finally, sleep found him and anticipation of the next day caused unbelievable dreams to float through his head. The Hiking Trip Ch. 02 Dedicated to Judi Ann. This series was written at her request. This is a 6 part series. If you have not read the preceding stories, please do so first to know the background. * The next day was beautiful as well. She woke up sweet and happy, but turned sullen within minutes after remembering the night before. They ate a quiet breakfast while she stared daggers at him and then they each packed up their gear for another day of hiking. Again, there were other travelers on the trail, but after about a mile, he and she headed a different direction then the rest. They entered a trailhead that was less traveled and not as well maintained as the one the others were following. He was trying to hide it from her, but he thought she could sense the anticipation he felt as they separated from the rest of the group to travel alone into the wilderness. As they got further away from the other hikers she got brattier. The trail was harder here and much more enclosed. Where the day before, the path was relatively clear and easy, this one had limbs to dodge and places where it was easy to trip and hurt oneself. They hiked that way for hours. There were times she was screaming at him to stop being such of a fucking dick, but he stayed quiet and continued on. Near mid-afternoon, they reached a small clearing. She was relieved to be off the hard trail for a few minutes and anxious to rest. This trip was not turning out the way she had anticipated. As she dropped her pack, she looked around and noticed some strange things about the clearing. It seemed to have been cleared for a purpose. As she stood taking it all in, she heard his footsteps behind her. She turned and caught a glimpse of the snarl on his face and his arm moving forward right before she felt his open hand connect with her face in a hard slap. He watched her crumple to the ground under the blow he had just given her. He had seen the surprise, fear, and something else appear in her facial expression as it had connected with her left cheek. He dropped his pack as she was momentarily dazed on her hands and knees. Within seconds she hurled herself at him. She was completely pissed and came at him with her hands and feet. If he had not been prepared, she might have taken him down. Instead, he was able to get inside her blows making them largely ineffective and grappled her back down to the ground where his size would be to his advantage. He slapped her again across the face and rolled her over on her stomach as she kicked and scratched at his face and arms. He felt like he was fighting a wildcat and she was giving it everything she had. He straddled her ass and twisted her right arm up behind her back and grabbed a fistful of hair and pressed her face hard into the ground. That dazed her and he was able to get her left hand behind her back and secured her wrists together using a large zip tie. She continued squirming and fighting under him, but to no avail. He lifted her head off the ground by her hair and ran his tongue from her jaw to her cheek and whispered into her ear, "Is this better bitch?" He laughed cruelly as she tried to twist her head around to bite him. He changed positions and used another zip tie to bind her ankles together. He then grabbed the waistband of her shorts and dragged her over to a particular area in the clearing. "Do you like my play area, cunt?" he asked. "I made it just for you. Here, I can do anything I want to with your filthy little ass." She watched him warily as he went to his pack and pulled out a bottle of water and a small bottle of unidentifiable pills. He drained 2/3 of the bottle, dropped two pills into it, recapped it, and then shook it up. She struggled to crawl away from him by only using her shoulders and upper legs, just like a snake would slither across the ground, but to no avail. He grabbed her face and used his left hand to force her mouth open and shoved the bottle into her mouth pouring the water in. She sputtered and tried to spit, but he pushed her mouth shut and held her nose until she swallowed. It's not long before dizziness hits her. She never loses consciousness, but everything happens in a blur. She feels as if she is floating. The sensations indicate she is being untied and moved to another location. She watches in disinterest as a knife is flashed before her eyes. She feels the cool metal touch her skin and hears the sounds of material being cut with ease. She expects to see blood, but instead sees her clothes falling off of her body. He tells her to hold her hands out in front of her and she complies. He smiles, pats her head and says, "good girl" as he tightly ties her hands in front of her using a length of rope. He lifts her up and leads her to a tree using the rope. She feels the rough bark of the tree press against her naked breasts, stomach, and legs as he presses her firmly against the trunk and securely ties her hands above her head. She stands there with her face against the tree, more sensing than seeing him tie one ankle securely with rope and then walk about the tree and attached it to the other ankle. She is completely bound. Everything goes black. The Hiking Trip Ch. 03 Dedicated to Judi Ann. This series was written at her request. This is a 6 part series. If you have not read the preceding stories, please do so first to know the background. * When she awakes, she is aware of pain. She has no idea how long she has been out, but the bark is digging sharply into her skin. She tries to pull away from the tree and survey her surroundings. She sees him almost immediately, he is sitting on a stump watching her and smiling. "Did you have a nice nap, cunt?" he asks. "Fuck you!" she screams, which just elicits a bigger laugh from him. She watches as he picks up an empty water bottle and unzips his pants. She gets excited as he pulls his cock out. Even after what he has done, she still wants his cock so badly. He aims and shoots a stream of piss into the bottle, quickly filling it up. He moves the bottle to the side and finishes urinating on the base of the stump on which he had been sitting. "You look like you need a shower baby," he says as he walks her direction. Before she can comprehend what is happening, he upturns the bottle and starts pouring his urine over the top of her head. The feeling that goes through her is one of disgust, repulsion, and humiliation. She feels her pussy get wetter as this sick fuck's actions turn her on and she starts grinding her pussy harder against the bark on the tree. He laughs, "Oh my baby, you do love this, don't you?" Her response is to lick the piss soaked bark close to her mouth and moan as she rubs her pussy against the rough barked tree. "You are a completely dirty slut Judi," he says. He pulls his knife from its sheath and walks over to a smaller tree. From it, he breaks off a small branch about as big around as a pencil. He holds it in front of him and says, "Do you know what this is, Judi? It is what we call a switch. It's made for spanking bad girls." He strips the small twigs off it, and tests the flexibility of the young green limb. He leers at her, "this will do just fine bitch." She moans as he steps closer, she is ashamed as she humps the tree harder and her juices start leaking down her legs in anticipation of what she knows is coming. THWACK! The first strike lands across her ass. He watches her jump and squeal as it lands. He lands another strike across the back of her knees. Then another strike across the small of her back. She jumps with each strike. She's crying out loud now. He strikes her repeatedly as she screams with each lash. Angry red welts cover her body. When she looks at him, he expects defeat to fill her eyes. Instead, he sees desire... and lust. She begs him to stop, but her eyes are begging for more, so he strikes her again and again. As the abuse continues, she grinds her pussy harder against the tree not caring that it is scratching her flesh and rubbing her clit raw. Finally, she screams a scream that is different from the others. This scream is not of pain or fear or lust, but one of joy as a massive orgasm rips through her body. She sags against the tree trying to catch her breath as he picks up a larger stick from the ground. This one is about 2-3 inches in diameter and about 2 feet long. He pulls out his knife and strips the bark off of it expertly, removing all the rough edges. She is still recovering when he walks over to her and leans into her. He bites her ear as he roughly cups her striped ass with his hand and then runs it between her legs to cup her pussy. She gasps as he pushes two fingers into her pussy and starts finger fucking her. "Do you like that baby?" he whispers into her ear. She simply moans and then groans in frustration when his fingers are removed. However, soon they are replaced. She feels the stick he had just picked up from the ground glide between her legs and her pussy lips wrap around its exterior as he moves it in and out between her legs. "Please baby, fuuuuuuucccckkkkk me" escapes from her lips as he continues his ministrations. "You're wet enough now baby" he says right before forcing the large stick into her pussy entrance. There is no gentle easing it in, no short thrusts, just a brutal and fast entrance into her pussy. She screams as he plunges it home. "Do you see why I chose this area girl?" He said as he began to brutally fuck her with the stick. "No one can hear your screams." She gasps and grunts as she takes the pounding with the stick. She is not sure when her next orgasm starts, but it hits her harder than the first and lasts for what seems an eternity. She goes out of her head screaming and begging him to hurt her pussy and fuck her harder. She jerks, squirms and wiggles trying to both get away and get fucked harder. When it is over, she again sags against the tree, completely spent. When he bends to untie her ankles, she thinks it is over, but instead is amazed when he turns her around so her back is to the tree and refastens the ropes around her ankles while simply leaving her hands secured above her. He looks at her body and knows she has to be hurting. Besides the whipping she had received, the front of her body is covered in scrapes and scratches from contact with the bark during the ordeal. She looks like she is about to pass out from the orgasm she has just experienced. "Well," he thinks to himself, "she needs to be woken back up." He picks up the switch he had used earlier and THWACK THWACK across her breasts. She jerks awake and screams with startled pain. A few more stripes across her breasts, stomach and legs and her front now matches her backside. He throws the switch down and roughly pinches her right nipple with his left hand, while stroking down her stomach with his right. When he reaches her fucked pussy, he strokes it lightly. He smiles as he feels her juices start flowing in reaction. "God, she is so fucking hot" he thinks to himself. He forces three fingers back inside of her and literally lifts her off the ground by her pussy. She gasps loudly and is staring at him with passion in her eyes. He removes the fingers from her pussy and starts using them, slick with her juices, to spread her asshole open. "Oh no, oh fucking no," flows from her mouth as he opens her wider. He kisses and licks her clit and presses the thumb of his right hand into her wide open pussy while finger fucking her asshole with the three fingers. The attention on her clit makes her squirm her way further onto his fingers. Soon, he removes the fingers and picks the stick up from the ground that he had just used to fuck her pussy. "It's time for that ass now baby," he said. By this time, Judi could not wait for the next session of pain and gasped, "fuck me baby, fuck my ass" He spits on the stick still slick with her juices and begins working it up her asshole. She begs for more as he presses it further inside of her. Once there he begins a steady stroking of the stick in and out as her begging continues. Unable to control his lust for this woman any longer, he lets go of the stick, drops his shorts and kicks them to the side. In one stroke he enters her damaged pussy. She yelps at first, but then neither of them make a noise as they begin a hard, desperate kiss. Grunting like animals, her with a stick hanging out of her ass and his cock slamming home into her pussy they are completely lost in the feel of each other. Time is lost to them as they fuck hard and fast. He is biting into her neck and shoulders as he rams into her as fast and deep as he can. She is screaming and urging him on as her next orgasm grows within her. He feels her pussy spasm as her orgasm begins and he can take no more. He unlooses the largest load of cum he has ever produced in his life. He pumps her pussy so full there is no room left to hold it all, as it overflows and spills from her cunt to soak his cock and balls. He strokes through her orgasm and his until they are both spent. Within moments, he has her untied and lying down on their sleeping bags. Where before he was cruel and insensitive, he is now caring and loving. He strokes her aches and pains. He kisses and licks the mess off of her and gently cleans her scrapes and bruises. He pays special attention to her pussy and asshole, kissing and tonguing both of them. Making up for the pain he has caused them. Soon, they are in a passionate embrace. The sex is urgent, but not overly hard. They enjoy each others body and cum multiple times until, exhausted, they sleep. This in the end of day 2. The Hiking Trip Ch. 04 Dedicated to Judi Ann. This series was written at her request. This is a 6 part series. If you have not read the preceding stories, please do so first to know the background. She awakes completely and utterly in love... and pain. Her body is a mass of pain from cuts, scrapes, bruises, and muscle aches. She is pretty sure that he has torn her pussy a little while fucking her and she is suffering the consequences of that large stick being used on her little asshole. Yet, she luxuriates in it all. She reaches for him, but finds only empty space where he was lying last night. He is gone. She whimpers a little, because she misses him and decides to crawl out of the tent to find him. She is ready for a glorious day and maybe a lovers' hike through the forest. She slips on a pair of tight shorts and a tank top that just barely covers her breasts, much less her stomach and back. She unzips the tent door quickly and when she steps out he is sitting by the fire staring at her. She's surprised because what she sees is not what she expected. In his eyes are neither love nor gentleness; rather, they portray anger and disapproval. "Hello cunt," slips easily out of his mouth as he sneers at her. Against her will, her pussy is wet immediately. Entranced by him, she begins to walk his way. "Stop," he says menacingly. "You don't get to walk upright today cunt. Today, you only crawl. Now, be a good girl and crawl to me." "Fuck you!" She screams hoarsely, noticing for the first time that her throat is sore from the screams that ripped through her throat the previous day. He stands quickly, fluidly, is in front of her in three steps and slaps her across the face so hard it reopens her lip wounds and knocks her to the ground. "You will learn to obey... Cunt," he intones quietly, but with venom behind it. Returning to the log, the picture of self-control, he reseats himself and says, "Crawl to me girl." Tears are streaming down her face and blood is dripping from her chin, slowly hanging in the air and then plopping onto the ground. Resigned to obey for the moment, she gets on her hands and knees, crawling to him slowly; both hating him and yearning for his touch. "Good bitch," he begins with something close to approval in his tone. "I have a special treat for you today baby. No hiking required; in fact, we aren't going anywhere. "Today, you will spend in a special place I've designed especially for you." Finally arriving to him on her sore hands and knees, she whimpers, "Yes sir." While trying to put her head in his lap. Instead of allowing her any comfort, he stands and grabs a handful of her long, dark hair. Twisting it into his fist, he starts dragging her to another log on the side of the fire. She squeals as the pain is excruciating and she's afraid that he'll actually rip out a chunk of her hair, so she tries to stand. "I said you fucking crawl today cunt!" He growls forcefully, as he uses her hair to roughly keep her on all fours. She is forced to follow him as quickly as possible as she is half dragged across the ground. It is there, she gets her first look at her "special treat" and whimpers louder. It's a log, but not just any log. The log is about 5 feet long and slightly wider than she is. It is covered with coarse bark and has a large eyebolt installed at one end. He lets her absorb what she's seeing and says, "Lie on your back bitch." The menace back in his voice. Tears begin to pool up in her eyes and roll down her cheeks, but she obediently does as she is instructed. He wraps a coarse rope around her wrists and fastens them securely to the eyebolts above her head. He grabs her legs and with a mighty tug, pulls her roughly down the log stretching her arms out further. "Fucker!" She screams as the bark gouges her already hurt back through what little protection the small tank top provides. Immediately, she regrets the slip. She is rewarded with another smack across her face as he straddles her chest. "You fucking cunt, you watch your mouth," he warns hers with disdain. He sits on her mid section and her breath is taken away as he presses down hard on her stomach. The log digs into her back and tears continue to stream from her face as she silently screams in agony. Through the pain, she manages to whisper, "Yes sir." "Good bitch," he replies, apparently pleased with her newfound submissiveness. Her ass is now hanging slightly off the edge of the log. He takes more rope and ties her knees securely in the air on either side of her. She can open them wider, but not close them or put her legs down. She was in a position, much like that of a mother giving birth. He stands back and inspects his work with satisfaction, "It's time to remove your clothes slut." From a sheath on his belt, he removes a knife. It is completely black except for the glint of what appears to be a very sharp edge. He takes the blade and holds it up to her face, and smiles as he states, "Mmmmm baby, I think this is the first I've really seen you scared." He strokes her face with the blade and traces her nose, cheeks, lips, and chin. She shivers as he traces it along her neck and neatly slips it under her tank top. With barely a sound, she feels the tension of the material loosen as it is sliced away with the razor sharp blade. As her bruised and bitten breasts are exposed to the cool morning air, he reaches back and releases a series of slaps onto her tender nipples. The sounds seem to reverberate through the wooded area, "SMACK SMACK SMACK!" As he stops, she gasps for air and screams in agony, "Please no more, God no more!" Only smiling at her plea, he continues his knife work; he traces down her stomach and then reaches the waist of her shorts. He slides the sharp edge first down the front and then the sides. The blade edge easily parting the material, as the cold unsharpened back of it traces along her hot skin. When only the slightest material remains, he starts at the thigh of each leg and removes them completely. Standing over her and absorbing her battered nakedness, he states as a matter of fact, "Well baby, you really fucked up yesterday, because your pussy and asshole are a mess. "Are they tender?" He asks, and then laughs as he probes and slaps each of her tender private areas experimentally. Gauging her response as he does. Gritting her teeth and suffering silently through it, she then shivers and gasps as he runs the flat of the blade down the inside of her right thigh and traces her pussy lips with the tip. He puts the blade up to her face and asks, "Do you see your juices on the blade cunt? This actually has you hot." "NO!" She screams, and is rewarded with a hard smack to her pussy. "Oh my God!" She gasps, as her pussy juices begin to soak her shredded shorts trapped between her and the log. "Mmmm, slut likes it," he says. "Let's see how you feel about this." The handle in his hand, he flicks his wrist and pops her pussy with the flat of the blade. The cold, stark metal, coming down harshly against her hot and hurt pussy creates a sensation in her she does not expect. He repeatedly slaps her pussy with the flat of the blade, using varying degrees of force with each impact. She squirms with each hit, but knows shamefully that her pussy is leaking more and more juices as the pain activates a part of her brain that they had only explored virtually until this trip began. The part that not only needs, but craves this sort of attention. Watching her juices flowing out of her excited pussy, he knows she's ready and willing for more. Leaning towards her, he runs his tongue up her jawline and taking her earlobe in his teeth, he gives it a good tug, before releasing it and whispering with his lips pressed close to her ear canal, "Now, you are wet and ready baby." He stands, inverts the knife in his hand, still holding the handle close to the guard and shoves the handle up her pussy. She screams again as he enters her and continues to fuck her pussy with the knife handle. With each stroke, she receives new pain and new pleasure. She tries to loose her legs involuntarily, struggling against her bonds, but the ropes hold her tight. With all the sensations, her screams soon turn into loud, tortured, moans. The orgasm that wracks her body is sudden and unexpected to them both. The force and impact of it wrenching throughout her body, causes uncontrollable spasms. The result is her juices actually shooting from her pussy and the squirts splashing over his hand, the knife and log messily. They are both stunned by the reaction she has just had: Her, because she had never experienced a whole body, squirting orgasm before; and him, because he had never seen one anywhere other then Internet porn. He recovers first and growls, "No one told you to cum, cunt." With emphasis placed on the word "cunt." She can only gasp and shake as guttural language flows from her lips, "Oh my god, oh my fucking god!" She is like a woman possessed as her intense orgasm seems to flow into the next and the next. She'll never know if it was a string of multiple orgasms, or simply a very long, very intense one, but it was the best that she had ever had up to that point in her life. Only after she begins to come down from the experience, does he finally remove the knife handle from her slit, allowing her to really breathe again. "Now you have me messy cunt," he says as he moves to her head and forces his wet fingers into her mouth. "Clean your mess bitch." Without hesitation, she sucks on his fingers and licks his hand. When proffered, she also licks the knife blade and sucks her juices off the handle. She does it willingly and happily, as the knife is no longer an object of fear, but an object of lust, which she reveres. "You weren't supposed to cum your little slut, but watching your mouth work that knife right now is making me so hot, I am considering forgiving you." His tone has lost some of its harshness, and now seems to be dreamily filled with lust. "But first, let's see how good that mouth really is." He quickly stands over her, loosens his shorts and lets them drop to the ground around his ankles. He steps out of them, and straddles the log with his balls above her face. Anticipating his desires, she reaches out with her tongue to lick his balls, but is surprised when she hears something different from him. "No cunt, not my balls, my ass." She is even more surprised when from her mouth spills the phrase, "Yes sir." He positions his ass over her and she flicks out her tongue and tastes him. Neither has bathed since before this part of the hike began yesterday, so there is a musk and tanginess to his asshole. She starts slowly at first, but soon finds herself desiring the taste of his asshole and wanting to gain his approval for her work. He moans as she ministers to his asshole and she literally tries to reach every part with her tongue. She begins pressing hard, trying to force her tongue inside of him for more, but is stopped. "Now my balls bitch." He says, as he moves and dangles his jewels above her. He sits lower as she opens her mouth and receives his large testicles eagerly. She alternates between licking and sucking fervently, loving his muskiness and the tastes of his sweat and residual cum from the previous day. Out of nowhere comes the flash of pain and the sound of a loud, "SMACK" as his hand slaps her pussy. She tries to scream around the testicle she is sucking, as the pain radiates throughout her lower body, but it is more of a muffled sounds around the wonderful morsel in her mouth. "SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!" "Don't bite me cunt," he says as he continues to spank her pussy. She's squealing and squirming, while doing her best to slurp and suck noisily on his testicles. With it all, he continues for about 20 slaps before relenting. Removing his jewels from her face, he turns around facing her chest. Firmly in control, he commands, "Now the cock baby." She starts to say, "Yes sir." But before gets partially out of her mouth, he forces his cock between her lips and teeth; and deep into her throat. She gags horribly as he hits her gag reflex and goes past it with neither thought nor concern for her. She struggles to breathe through her nose but no air is forthcoming as he pounds her raw throat with his large cock. She is unsure how long he fucks her face, but when, at last, he pulls out; she is on the verge of passing out from lack of oxygen. She gags and gasps as wonderful, sweet, fresh air again reaches her lungs. She is conscious of him standing over her and knows she must be a sight with slobber pouring out of her mouth, down her cheeks and around her neck. However, she is beyond caring and still gasping for air, she can only try to control her breathing so she doesn't hyperventilate. She clamps her eyes shut trying to relax herself. As she concentrates, she feels something hot and wet splashing on her face and chest. Her mouth, still open and trying to bring as much oxygen into her lungs as possible, suddenly catches a steady stream of his urine as he pisses on her; aiming for her mouth as she gasps for breath. She spits and sputters as he relieves himself on her bound form and laughs. When he finishes soaking her, he pats her piss and spit covered cheek and says, "Do you hear that baby?" She looks at him uncomprehendingly as she tries to recover her senses. "What's he talking about?" She thinks. Her absorbed and confused mind is closed down from all outside world happenings. But then, she hears it too. There is something large in the woods. It's making a lot of noise and it's coming closer to them with each second that passes. Instantly, fear overcomes her and she begs, "What is that? Oh fuck baby, untie me. Let me go!" Instead, he laughs which only increases her confusion. He calmly steps back into his shorts. As he pulls them up, refastens the button and closes the zipper, he says, "Hello boys, glad you could join us." It is only then her rational mind puts things together. Moments later, she sees them. Four men walk into the camp. At first she is confused and has no idea who they are, but then, with an embarrassment dawning over her, she realizes she knows them. They had, in fact, started out on the hike with the rest of the group as she and her Master had. Indeed, they were some of the guys she had flirted with while pissed off. Seeing the recognition and embarrassment come over Judi, he smiles. Raising his arms as if to present a new piece of property to his closest friends, he says, "Guys, I'm glad you could make it. As you can see, I have our entertainment ready for today!" The Hiking Trip Ch. 05 Dedicated to Judi Ann. This series was written at her request. This is a 6 part series. If you have not read the preceding stories, please do so first to know the background. * With a voice that sounded like they had just all coincidentally met at the same restaurant for dinner, he said, "Honey, you've already met our friends. "As I remember, you flirted shamelessly with them while pissed at me..." Continuing, he said, "Well, you see, I didn't think that was fair to these gentlemen to be teased by a little slut, so I made arrangements for them to get, ummmmm.... paid for their trouble." The last was said as a wicked smile appeared on his face. "Guys, the urinal is over here," he says cheerfully. Laughing, the newcomers gather around and she watches in horror as they all unzip and pull their cocks out. "No way, no fucking way!" She screams, but they are literally drowned out as she is soon being covered by 4 more strong streams of urine. Naturally, she is repulsed, but soon it again turns to a sense of excitement and lust. Disgust turned to fascination as she noticed that each stream varied in size, color, and smell. In fact, even though the entire experience lasted less than a minute; before it was even over, she was wondering what each would taste like and found herself even more sexually aroused. As the guys shake the last drops of urine onto her bound and bruised body, her Master says apologetically, "Sorry guys, she's a little messy from our play up to this point. Excuse me for a few minutes as I get her cleaned up." With that, he grabs two buckets from behind a tree and starts walking away from camp where she now remembers hearing the sound of rushing water, like a stream, from that direction. She shivers with the thought of what is to come. As the visitors, she later learns are named, Cash, Vince, Cody, and Greg wander about their camp, exploring what her Master has done with the place, but mostly leering at her. Staring as a hungry pack of wolves glare at a wounded deer. She watches them warily and decides she does not like their looks. She trusts her Master implicitly, but not these men. Within moments though, he returns with water sloshing from the two buckets. "Time for a bath honey," he declares at the same moment he douses her with ice cold water from the stream. She gasps with shock as her system overloads from the water hitting her naked skin; the sensation one of ice and heat permeating into every scratch, bruise, and crevice. Immediately, before she even has a chance to catch her breath, the second bucket is poured over her, rinsing away the vestiges of cum, urine, and blood clinging to her body as a result of the torturous existence she has lived for the past 24 hours. As she shivers and moans, trying to breathe again from the onslaught, her hands and feet are loosed. She falls off the log onto the ground scrambling to get on her hands and knees. He grabs her hair and walks her like a dog to where a rope hangs from a tree limb. Roughly, he rolls her over onto her back and binds her wrists together in front of her. While still dazed, she sees him attach the rope hanging from the limb to her hand bindings. He grabs another end of the rope and starts pulling her up by her wrists. She realizes the rope is attached to a pulley and she is being physically hauled to her feet, "Wha....what's happening?" With no answer forthcoming, she struggles to stand as the ropes dig into her wrists and she is soon standing with her arms stretched uncomfortably over her head. He then walks over to a tree and secures his end of the rope to a hook. Leaning down he picks up some stakes, rope and a mallet and comes over to her. Still, without a word spoken and while the camp visitors seem to just hang back and watch, he hammers the two stakes into the ground on either side of her feet and ties her ankles to them securely with her legs spread wide open. The visitors continue lounging around camp and eating food from their packs as they hungrily watch her naked body be so lewdly displayed for their pleasure. She begins to openly sob and beg, "no no no no." Her Master lifts her chin up with a finger and smiles. She thinks she sees pity in his eyes, but then, it disappears, and is replaced with nothingness. His hands drop to his waist and she hears him undoing his belt buck and then he removes his belt completely. "Hun, you need to pay for teasing these gentlemen and being such a brat." Without further comment or warning, he lashes the belt out across her stomach, it impacts with a loud *THWACK* across her skin. She screams in surprise and pain. "Have no fear honey, I will not hit you with my belt again," he says... She dares to hope that is all and gives a breathy sigh of relief. But it is short lives as she hears words that have never struck so much fear in her before, "Gentlemen, she teased you, so it is only fair that you get to punish her for her brattiness." She begins to struggle in earnest as the men realize what is being asked. She expects them to back down or decide against this, but realizes that her Master must have spoken with them in-depth about the situation, because they barely pause to consider before approaching her. She clamps her eyes tightly shut, but it does no good in blocking the unmistakable sound of leather whispering against cloth as belts are pulled through their loops. What comes next is something she will never forget. The pain comes from every direction, without pause, seemingly without end. These four men take to belting her with relish. She begins a scream that may truly never end as belts make contact with every sensitive part of her body: Her stomach, breasts, back, buttocks, and legs all take great punishment. One man gets creative and is able to repeatedly whip his belt up between her legs, ravaging her already brutalized pussy and asshole even more. She has no idea how long it lasts, but is barely conscious with her entire body wait being held in the air only by the rope around her wrists, when she hears, "STOP." No more than two or three more connections are made, before the hail of blows come to a stop. She hears his voice, in his best business man tone praise them as a manager does his best employees, "Gentlemen, very good. It appears she is repentant for teasing you. Now it is time for the little slut to follow through with her teases. In short, fuck her hard gentlemen." As she teeters on the edge of consciousness, the sounds are now of zippers being undone and pants being dropped. The strength is slowly coming back into her knees, when a man walks up to her, grabs her waist and plunges his cock into her swollen pussy. She screams as agony rips through her body as her hurt pussy is ravaged by cock. As she tries to adjust to it, she feels another cock pressing against her asshole. She tries to protest, "no." However, it is plunged into her hard and fast... The pain is excruciating, and for the first minutes, she even believes she might die from it all. Soon though, her body is taking over, she feels her pussy get more slippery from the juices it's creating. Also, the men soon find a rhythm and really start pounding her holes. Previously, where her screams were of pain; now they turn to cries of pleasure. She hears a stream of filthy expletives in her ears and realizes it is her voice making them as she is now screaming, "FUCK ME YOU BASTARDS, GODDAMN FUCK ME!" The man in her pussy is grunting and fucking her harder as she begs for more, and she suddenly hears the man behind her grunt, "I'm cummmminggg!" As she feels him bathe the inside of her ass with his cum. As the man from behind pulls out of her asshole, she feels strangely sad at the feeling of emptiness that overcomes her. The feeling does not last long though as presently, she is greeted with the next comer, slipping in behind her and pumping her ass hard and fast. Overwhelmed with lust, Judi gives herself over to the men as they repeatedly use her holes. She loses count of the number of times she orgasms, and has no idea how many loads of cum are swimming inside her ass and cunt. Her body is hanging loosely and she is nothing but a fuck toy and a cum receptacle for these bastards' pleasure. All she knows is that she fucking loves it. Suddenly, she feels the ropes holding her ankles get loosed, and the one holding her wrists is released. This action drops her down on top of the man currently fucking her cunt. He holds her securely and lies down on the ground on his back. As she lands on her hands and knees on top of him, she lies across him limply. Without delay, her ass is immediately invaded again by the man that had slipped out when she was loosed. As she lies limp as a rag doll being savagely fucked in both holes, and through the haze of pleasure and pain, she again hears HIS voice, "Look at me hun." She dazedly raises her head to see her Master standing there. "Master," she thinks. "Exactly when did I start thinking of him as my Master..." "Open your mouth girl, it's time to finish what you started with me earlier," he says. She looks and sees his cock in front of her as he squats down and pushes it into her face. She opens her mouth greedily and sucks his cock in. Now, she feels complete as all of her holes are being pumped with cock. As her pussy and ass are almost numb from the constant onslaught, her throat is fresh and raw; causing her to feel every detail of Master's cock. She feels the hard, yet velvety ridges graze her teeth; and the veins as they slip over her tongue. She exhilarates as the soft purple tip hits the back of her of throat, and forces itself past her tonsils and into her esophagus. She has an almost out-of-body experience and during that time where she is beyond herself, she is happy that she can give such pleasure to her Master and relaxes completely as the cocks slam her over and over again. The last thing she remembers clearly is her Master holding her head and slamming into her throat so hard that his stomach muscles bloody her nose and his balls are slapping against her chin. She remembers him grunting and then holding his cock deep in her throat as he pumped what felt like a gallon of cum into her stomach. She then vaguely remembers the other men finishing with her weak, useless form. She had become nothing more then a cum dumpster. As the man on bottom finished, he pushed her roughly off of him and her body rolled over onto the cold ground. She notices her hands are still bound and no longer cares. Her face is pressed against the cold ground and she feels warm, relaxed, and exhausted. She feels something thrown over the top of her and realizes her Master has thrown a tarp over her used and exhausted form. He squats, pats her bottom and whispers in her ear, "Good girl." He then stands and walks away to the campfire where the other men are gathered. She never moves during the night, sleeping on the ground with only a tarp as her cover while the man she loves sits around the fire drinking and eating with his new friends. She smiles and whispers, "I love you Master," and falls fast asleep. End of Part 5 The Hiking Trip Ch. 06 Dedicated to Judi Ann. This series was written at her request. This is the last part of the 6 part series. If you have not read the preceding stories, please do so first to know the background. * She awakens only when she is picked up in his strong arms. She is still covered with the tarp and he wraps it around her so he does not trip while carrying her. She notices the woods are silent except for the typical sounds of nature. Her body is cold and stiff from the weather and the beatings she has taken. She feels pain throughout her entire being at first, but then feels the heat and power radiating from him, which causes her to snuggle into his warmth and feel content. As the walk continues, she realizes they are going further then the location of the tent, but she is still not concerned as she cares only about him and his presence at that moment. Soon the going seems slightly tougher, and the sound of water is getting louder, but even now, she feels no alarm. In fact, it is only when she hears the sound of him sloshing into the stream with her still in his arms that she begins to realize what is happening to her. Unfortunately, by then, it is too late. With a huge SPLASH, he drops her, tarp and all, into the stream that runs near their camp. She immediately goes under and struggles to get free from the tarp. Though the water is only about knee deep for him (thigh deep for her), she fears she will drown if she gets entangled in the heavy plastic covering. As panic sets in, she feels as he reaches down, grabs a corner of the tarp and literally spins her out of it. She rolls over several times and then is dumped naked into the stream. As she struggles to stand, he grabs her by the back of the neck and dunks her under. She seriously panics this time, but he has her out of the water in no time before she takes any water into her lungs. As she shakes the water from her hair and blinks it out of her eyes, she looks at him questioningly. He is standing there in hip waders, with a bar of soap and a scrub brush. "It's time to clean your ass up pet," he says nonchalantly. Without further comment, he pulls her to her feet, "Now, get up and stand still cunt." Shivering in the cold, feeling it etch in throughout her body, she can only say, "Yes Master." Soap is then applied all over her body. If not for the mixture of the strong soap soaking into all her wounds and the frigid water freezing her extremities, she might have found it all quite enjoyable. Until, at least, he went to work on her with the scrub brush. The pain was agonizing as he scrubbed the soap into her scratches, welts, and bruises, which now covered her from head to toe. She yelped, squealed, and groaned at times, but never once uttered a foul or hateful remark, which she was so well known for previously. As she shivered and pranced in the water, he patiently said, "Stand still Princess, it will be over soon." Mustering all her discipline, she is able to block it all out--or at least mostly block it out-- and stand still while he continues. To him, the only indication of her pain she shows is the grimace on her face and the muffled gasps of pain when he scrubs a particularly sensitive area. He cannot help but feel a swelling of pride in his chest when he sees how she has transformed over the past couple of days. She has moved from being a petulant brat, to this submissive and sweet creature before him. Soon, her body and hair have been washed and scrubbed. Leaving her standing in the stream alone, he walks back to the shore, sits and watches her. He sits and waits wondering what she will do. He asks himself silently, "Will she realize she should wait for my command, or will she simply act alone?" Momentarily after she remains still and says nothing, he is satisfied she knows her place. With a smile, he tells her, "Dunk yourself pet." Without hesitation, she throws herself into the icy stream and rinses the soap, as well as the last vestiges of the things she's be subjected to over the last couple of days, off of her body. He cannot help but laugh as she pops back up out of the water, bounds to shore and jumps into his arms. This time, instead of a tarp, he has a large towel ready for her and helps dry her off before snuggling her into him to help warm her. For a few minutes, they do nothing, but sit on the shore as she revels in the happiness he's showing. Obviously, she has pleased him and that makes her very happy too. Finally, the silence is broken, "You've done well Princess. Are you ready for the last step?" "Yes Master, Yes Yes Yes!" She squeals in laughter. "Let's go back to camp," he says while laughing and helping her to her feet. She is barefooted, so he scoops her up and carries her back to camp. When they arrive, she notices that their camp guests are gone, having left some time earlier, and there is now a large roaring fire for them to enjoy. He seats her by it as he goes into the tent and she happily soaks it into her cold body. While luxuriating in the heat blasting her face and body, she notices a poker handle sticking out of the fire, but only gives it the briefest of thoughts as she assumes it is for stirring the fire when it gets low. When he comes out of the tent, he says simply, "Follow me." There are no more questions or complaints from her. There is only the need to obey her Master. As quickly as her sore body will allow her, she rises and follows him back to the tree where he first tied her up. "Kneel slave," he says. Again, without thought or hesitation, she immediately replies, "Yes Master." And drops to her knees, bowing before him. "Are you ready to become my slave?" He asks. "Yes Master." "And you accept me as your Master?" He continues. "Yes, oh yes sir, Master!" He asks the final question, "Are you aware of the implications of the life you are choosing slave?" "Yes Master, this girl understands." "Then rise girl." He beckons as he takes her and again secures her hands to the tree above her head and her feet around the base. This time, however, he takes additional rope and secures her body flat against the tree with a length around her waist and another across her thighs, leaving her buttocks exposed. Rummaging in his pack beside her, he removes a collar. She stares at it greedily and sees that it is made of black leather and covered with ornate designs. From what little she knows, it appears Celtic in nature. He slips it around her neck and buckles it snuggly around her throat. She has been smiling nonstop since the stream bank, but her grin is huge now as she beams with pride at the realization that he is really and truly making her his slave. He places and buckles the collar on her with an appropriate amount of ceremony. Upon finishing, he checks the fit and asks, "Is that too tight?" She shakes her head, and giggles pleasantly, "No Master, it's perfect. Thank you." He winks and smiles at her. Then leaning in, he kisses her ear and whispers into it, "Brace yourself." Now, she's confused and thinks, "Why would I need to brace myself for a new collar?" After he finishes saying the words, he simply walks away from her without another sound; which only expounds her confusion. Her mind is racing, because she assumed she might receive more punishment when tied to the tree; and in truth, it is something that she now both fears and desires at his hands. She quickly reflects back to the beginning of their relationship. After a short time of knowing him, she saw it in him to fulfill her needs and not cower where others have balked and run. His strength and ability to both rein her in and melt her down were nothing short of amazing. In fact, what he's done to her is what she has craved from the start and now she is sure that she has been completely conquered by this man. Without a single doubt in her mind, she knows he is the Master that knows how to both use and love her, as she needs to be for fulfillment in her life. As her reflection time ends, the confusion remains, but she is sure that whatever he's doing that she is willing to withstand it. Nevertheless, she cannot help but crane her neck uncomfortably to look behind her as much as possible to see what he is up to. Immediately, she regrets the decision to look, because what she sees is something that makes her want to beg for mercy like never before. Nothing, absolutely nothing, done to her so far during this trip will ever compare to what she is about to experience. In a moment of clarity she understands fully. Everything up to this point was to prepare her for this moment; to test her. It was all to take her to levels never dared or experienced. To see if she could actually handle what was about to happen right now. As she watches, he walks up to the fire and grabs the handle of the 'poker' and removes it from the embers. It isn't a poker at all. Instead, it's a branding iron. She wants to scream, she wants to kick, but she is secured to the tree. She starts crying, because she knows what is about to happen. As he gets closer, she steadies herself and determines that she will face the fate with strength of will. In her head she thinks, "Remember you asked for this." He walks directly back to her and without preamble begins the process. She stiffens and prepares, but to no avail. The pain... is... incredible... It lances through her entire body as he firmly presses the red-hot branding iron into the flesh of her left buttock. Her last minute muster of strength and determination hold no sway as she lets out a blood-curdling scream that makes birds in all directions take flight. Her nostrils are filled with the stench of her own burning flesh. Her eyes overload and she sees white, then red, and then her vision begins to dim to black. As she is on the verge of passing out, he quickly removes the iron from her ass. She cannot help but notice that while the pain remains considerable, the relief is immediate when the branding iron is removed. She breathes heavily into the tree, as he kneels behind her and applies some kind of cooling ointment to her burned area. While not much help against what has been done to her flesh, there is a modicum of relief, which rushes through. He stands behind her and whispers in her ear, "Good girl, you've made it." She doesn't have the strength to respond, yet she tries to say, "Thank you Master." But what comes out is an unintelligible whimper. Finally, it is over. He cuts the ropes loose and helps her stand, as she gets woozy upon being released. He half supports her and half carries her to the tent, where he assists her inside and lays her down on the sleeping bag. The fight is out of her, and within seconds, she is asleep. The exhaustion, the exposure, all catches up with her as the adrenaline fully leaves her system. She... simply... passes out. Hours later, she awakes. She is sore all over and still lying on her stomach. When she rolls over to get more comfortable, she squeals and jumps as she places weight on her branded bottom. Hearing the noise, he slips his head inside the tent and says, "Hello sleepy head. Are you ready for some supper?" She asks hesitantly, "Yes sir please. How long has girl slept Master?" "About eight hours my pet." He replies as he steps the rest of the way into the tent. "Now let me check your brand and then you can get up and put some clothes on for dinner." His tone is light and airy like he doesn't have a care in the world. After a quick glance at her bottom, he says, "oh baby, that will be so nice when it heals. Lie still for a minute." She feels him as he puts the ointment on her wound again and then lightly places a large gauze pad over it to cover and protect it from her clothing. The pain is still bad, but not as horrible as she expects. She assumes it has something to do with burned nerve endings and such, but is beyond caring anymore. After he steps back out of the tent, she gets dressed, being careful of the burned area, and heads out of the tent for dinner with her Master. As she steps into the clearing, she sees his smile and she remembers why she loves him so much. Crossing to him, she sits as comfortably as possible and allows him to fuss over her while he prepares her a meal and ensures she eats and drinks plenty. The rest of the evening was simply fantastic, as they ate and talked well into the night. Forever, clinching their relationship. For the next two days they are like any other couple enjoying a wilderness experience. They sleep, they eat, they laugh and play. Of course, they have a lot of mad, passionate sex, as she gathers her strength and greatly recovers from her ordeal. However, there is no punishment and no arguments as they are both comfortable with their places in the relationship. Two days later, the couple comes out of the trailhead at the same place where they started, having never gone any further down the trail. She is much better after the time of rest and relaxation and is ready to begin her new life as a slave to her Master. She smiles, as she knows her Master now owns her body, heart and soul. She wears around her neck a wide black collar of which she is proud, and on her left buttock is forever emblazoned the name of the Master who tamed her. His name is "Brass." The End of this Series