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Capture in the Woods

By: Lafiel



He watches from the wood line as she hikes along the trail. Seeing how she moves so young and supple. Her brunette hair haloed in the sun as she stops for a drink. There are a few strands plastered to her forehead with sweat as she lifts her water bottle to her lips and spills some of the water down her neck. He sees the nipples of her pert small breasts outlined in the fabric of her shirt. He decides to take her for his own as she turns putting away the water bottle moving farther down the trail. He glances up at the sun seeing it is a few hours to sunset and smiles. He steps back fading into the trees as he silently stalks his prey knowing he will get his chance.

Much later that same day he finds her again where he expected to at the trail hut. He usually only gathers supplies that he can't gather for himself from the unsuspecting hikers. They never even know he is there using them as a supply drop. He shakes himself from his remembrance and goes back to watching the hut as she prepares her food and gets ready for sleep. He settles himself for a wait before he moves making sure she is alone when he takes her.

He stirs himself a few hours later feeling it is the still hours of late night. He silent berates himself for dozing and hopes no one else has shown up at the hut to make things more difficult for him. Moves from the brush silently coming up to the three walled hut and glances in smiling as he sees she is still alone. He stands over her tracing her sleeping face with his eyes seeing the delicate curve if her chin and the slender line of her neck. She moves suddenly in sleep partly opening her sleeping bag and he freezes thinking she is waking up. He breaths a small sigh of relief as she settles back down only to stiffen again as he jean suddenly become very tight seeing that she is sleeping naked under the coverings. His eyes move down her body tracing the inner curve of her barely covered breast, over her taunt flat belly and down to between her thighs. Suddenly he freezes his gaze frozen as he feels and overwhelming need to take her here and now at the sight of her hairless smooth pussy.

Leaning down he lay across her chest suddenly pinning her arms down as his hand covers her mouth with rough strength smothering her startled confused cry as she is woken abruptly form her sleep. He meets her eyes knowing his rough weathered face and ragged long hair give him a frightful appearance. He growls in her ears his voice rough from lack of use "do as I say Girl and you will get through this." He sees the flash of fear in her eyes at his word and growls in satisfaction, but knows she will resist. Pulls her pack over and riffles through it finding a pair of her panties and shoves it in her mouth before taking a short length of rope tying the improvised gag in place. He takes another rope and begins to bind her wrists when she jerks from his grip and hits him hard stunning him for a moment while she begins to run.

He touches his lip with his tongue tasting blood as he shakes his head clear. Looks down and sees a flash light knowing that is what he was struck with. He gets up and listens hearing her thrash through the woods heading away from the trail in her fear. He begins to jog after her catching glimpse of her naked skin in the moon light as she unknowingly heads for his home. He hounds her letting her seeing him whenever she slows or starts to head away from his home. He sees her stumble and fall as she enters a small clearing outside his cave and moves up to her quickly. Stands over her gasping, sweat covered body waiting for her to sense he is there.

She turns her head seeing him and starts to scramble away. His hand flashes out striking her suddenly across her face with a backhanded blow and throws her back to the ground. "You should not have hit me Girl" he growls with a low menace "I would have left you at the hut, but now you have brought yourself to my home." He chuckles darkly as he sees the flash of terror in her eyes as he grips her hair tight. He pulls her head back as he opens his pants pulling himself from the tight confines. "Now I will make you mine Girl. I will take you here and now" Pulls her wrists behind her back and ties them quickly and tightly with some rope and pushes her up against the wall of his cave as he drags her in. Pulling her hips back slightly he lines himself up and slams himself inside her making her cry out with the pain of the if it. He watches her face seeing the tears and pain etched on her features.

He groans from the feel of her tight around his cock her body tries to push him back out and holds himself still as he savors the feel of that first thrust into her body. He begins to thrust into her hard and fast without any care for the pain he knows he is causing her. Pulls back on her hair using his grip as a handle to control how she moves. He thrust into her hard and fast because it's been so long since her felt the touch of a woman his need for the release filling his mind. He grunts her cries of pain muffled by the gag that is still in place. With a grunt he drives himself inside her and shouts as he suddenly fills her young womb with his seed. Pulls back panting from the exertions of taking her so forcefully and uses her hair to pull her to his bed and throws her down onto the blanket over a bed of pine needles.

Stepping back he puts his cock back into his pants now that his lust is temporarily slacked. He glances over at her seeing her curl around her middle in humiliation and pain. His eyes glance down at her pussy and smiles seeing his seed seep from her. Grabs another rope and holds it behind his back as he goes back to her pulling her hair roughly back and growls "I need to go clear the hut of the evidence you were there Girl. Are you going to run while I'm gone?" He watches her face as she fearfully shakes her head and smiles when he sees a flash of defiance deep within her eyes. Suddenly he slaps her hard bringing fresh tears to her eyes. "I don't believe you Girl" he growls as he strikes her again splitting her lips with the strength of his blow.

Turning her roughly on her belly he pulls her legs back painfully tying her ankles to her wrists. He places a loop around her neck and attaches it to her wrists and ankles. Sitting back he watches her briefly struggle against the bonds and realizes that she will choke herself if she moves too much. Chuckling with dark menace he gets up looking down at her as she cries from the pain and fear. The tears leaving streaks down her cheeks. He moves to the entrance of his cave and looks back "I will be back Girl" he says just loud enough to be heard. He heads back to the hikers hut her muffled sobs echoing in the cave as the sky lightens in the predawn hours.

Capture in The Woods Ch. 1



This is a complete work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely co-incidental.

Her breath was ragged now. She had been running flat out dodging trees, bushes and loose branches where necessary. Emma Ross could not believe her predicament, although in reality her mind was focused simply on evading the two men now chasing her into the woods.

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"Thank you, sir," said the bank clerk to her customer. As she handed him his cash, he was struck by how very pretty she was. 

"How long have you worked here?" he asked.

"2 years," she replied, a little confused.

"And how old are you?"

"Twenty, just. Why do you ask?" she questioned.

"Because you could do a lot better," he said sliding his card under the counter shield to her. She glanced down at it, then, back up at the man. But he was gone.

"Outdoor Model Agency," she said to herself softly, "Mmmm, maybe I could do something different."

Emma, slightly against her better judgment, called the next day. 

She was delighted with the conversation. The man remembered her, told her how pretty she was and how much of a success she would be. Emma soon found herself agreeing to a photo shoot this coming weekend, and, although not nude in any way, it was to be a pretty steamy session.

It was for this reason that she had insisted that only herself, the photographer and the lighting technician were present. Surely she was safe, they were professional, reputable people, weren't they? Well, apparently not!

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It had all started out fine. The day had begun with a light breakfast, then a short drive in the photographer's open topped jeep to the clearing where the shoot would take place. All had still seemed fine even when Emma had kicked off her shoes and slipped off her denim jacket. As she turned to face them, in her faded blue jeans which rested firmly on her hips showing at least an inch of lacy, pink underwear and a tight fitting sports bra which was to double as a top for the shoot, she looked stunning. 


It was only when Emma overheard snippets of their conversation, "...take her...little bitch...have our fun..." that she realized she was in trouble. Fortunately, at that moment, they weren't watching her, and she knew her only chance was there and then. So, bare foot and all, she took to her heels and sprinted off into the woods.

It took the men just a few seconds to register her escape but those seconds were important as Emma gained a lead and headed off into the thick forest of trees ahead.

She was now just a short way into the undergrowth but already they were gaining on her and the valuable seconds she had started out with were being eaten up. Fortunately, although she was less powerful than her would be captors, they were all having to battle against low hanging branches and tortuous routes around the trees. These factors meant that Emma was able to hold them off for far longer than she would otherwise have been able to, but still they gained more and more on her.

Her bare shoulders were being scratched continuously but she was oblivious to any pain as she desperately sought to evade the men. They could see, as they closed on her, how her short top was also being torn and the excitement this generated in their groins spurred them on.

Then she was gone.

One second they could see her, and then they couldn't. Somehow she had managed to skirt around the trees and bushes and had lost them. They stopped and looked around. Which way did she go? They looked at each other confused and frustrated. 

"Aaaayeeee" they heard the shout, and then they smiled. Just a few paces ahead of them Emma had stood on a sharp rock, stumbled and now she lay on the leafy ground resting on her elbows staring up at them, with terror in her eyes.

"Well, well, look what we've found here, our source of fun for the rest of the day." 

Emma began to shuffle backwards as best she could, but the men simply walked up to and around her, cajoling her, making her shuffle one way then the other. Emma begged for their mercy, but they laughed at her as one man flicked out his leg and pushed her down to the leafy bed, pinning her down with the sole of his shoe.

"Oh no don't, please, I don't know what I've done, but please don't hurt me!" she pleaded. 

"Shut it Emma" one of the men ordered. She was dumbstruck. Emma could not speak. But she screamed as her tousled blond hair was gripped in a bunch and she was pulled up to her feet. 

"Owww" she yelled as her hands automatically flew protectively up to her head. 

Releasing her from his painful grip Emma was set down onto her own two feet once more. She gulped as the men spent a few moments drinking in her looks. They analyzed every contour of her body from her blond, straggled hair down to her naked and scratched shoulders. Then, continuing lower, over her torn top, now showing more than intended of her bare breasts underneath and along the full length of her legs covered by the fashionably ripped faded denim she was wearing. She could sense their intention and automatically crossed her arms in front of her chest in an attempt to cover herself. The futility of her action became clear as her wrist was grabbed and she was pulled over to a large tree. "This should do" she heard one man say. Her wrists were easily held as a large, thick rope was fastened expertly around them. Emma winced at the tightness of the knot and could already feel it digging into her skin. When she saw the rope thrown over a thick protruding branch, she closed her eyes in a childish desire for it all to go away. 

"Heeelllppppppp!" she shouted as the rope was pulled tight and her arms were hoisted painfully above her head. Her body was stretched taught as the rope was pulled further and further and finally secured with a large tent peg, leaving poor Emma standing on the tips of her naked toes at the mercy of the two men. She could already see the bulge in the front of their trousers which confirmed what she had really known all along about their intentions.

Emma inhaled sharply as she was approached. She sensed the man as he moved behind her, and then she saw his partner in crime take a seat on a suitably placed tree stump in front of her. 

"Please..leave..me..alone," she begged as he took hold of her arms high above her head and began to move his hands slowly up and down them. Her whole body trembled in fearful anticipation and she moaned quietly as he kissed her lovely bare neck allowing his tongue to linger on her skin.

"What shall we do with you?" he said quietly. "Please, please let me go" she responded. 

"Not a chance" he whispered in her ear. Emma began to cry.

"Leave me alone please," she pleaded once more, trying to twist her head away from his attentions. Every part of her body was tense as she waited for his next move. 

"I think a good whipping will relax you," he laughed. Emma was nearly sick. She could hardly speak and simply whimpered at the thought of what they were going to do to her. 

"Oh no, don't hurt me anymore" she begged, finding her voice. "Oh we will, we will hurt you a lot, and when you are really hurting we will hurt you some more!" he chided her. 

As she panicked Emma began to feel the chill of the woods, as the trees protected them all from the sunlight. She watched in terror as the man left her momentarily and walked over to his colleague. She was standing on her tiptoes facing them both. They turned to look at the gorgeous sight that she presented. She swallowed hard as she saw one man reach inside his jacket and remove a long coiled whip. Emma knew nothing about whips but it looked very severe and capable of inflicting great pain. She saw him take off his jacket and turn to approach her with a look of eager anticipation on his face.

"Please, no you can't, you..." Her reaction to his approach was cut short as he cracked the long, single, leather lash of the whip hard against the ground. Emma struggled desperately against the bonds that held her arms high and tight. She could see there was no way out of this and so she braced herself as best she could. She watched him step nearer, move his whipping arm back and lash out at her body. Despite her forewarning of his intent, nothing could have prepared her for the agony that exploded across her already scratched breasts.

The pain took a moment to register but when it did Emma let out a piercing yell as the red welt mark showing between the large rip in her skimpy top began to appear more clearly. She had little time to recover as another lash sliced across her stomach, leaving a second angry mark. This time she could not yell as the wind had been taken from her body. The man stopped for a few seconds while the agonizing scream, which eventually came, faded away and Emma's sobbing body recovered enough to face up to her assailant once more. She could see the second man idly stroking his erection, while the man whipping her was clearly also very aroused.

Emma sagged, almost hanging now by her wrists, a situation which was, in itself, very painful. She heard the lash slice through the air once more as it criss crossed the first blow, again ripping her top into shreds. Once more Emma screamed as loud as she could. Her small top was now hanging in threads from her shoulders, her left nipple clearly visible and reddened by the lash. Her fingers stretched and closed as if clutching the fresh air. Groaning, Emma sagged even more. Secured in her bonds, she viewed her captors through a dazed mist, hardly aware that the pain and shock of her situation had caused her to empty her bladder where she hung. 

"Look at that" said the man with the whip, "Emma's wet herself." They laughed as the damp patch spread across her groin darkening the faded denim. 

She sobbed harder now, if that were possible, humiliated as well as being in great pain. She received seven more strokes each one marking the point of its own impact with a thick red welt. Emma was gasping for breath, sobbing, when she could, and on the point of blacking out. 

"Okay Emma, we'll take a break now. Don't want you fainting on us do we?" he mocked. She was barely aware of his comments. Her long hair hung low as her exhausted frame drooped, hiding her tortured torso from her captors. But still the men could sense the agony in her body from the ten strokes to her breasts and stomach.

"Hey, Emma," shouted the second man, " Plenty more to come yet!"

Slowly, but surely she came to her senses a little more. The pain became more real and she could feel the dampness around her crotch as her panties and jeans clung to her body. Emma groaned as her mind cleared, and, although she did not have the strength to look up, she could sense one of the men approach her by the heavy rustle his boots made on the bed of dry leaves.

"Please just leave me alone," she whimpered. She heard no reply but felt the pain once more as her hair was gripped and her head twisted and turned upwards to face the second man. 

"My turn now," he stated simply. Looking directly into her lovely features he moved his mouth to hers and kissed her full on the lips. Although she did not return the kiss, Emma was too weak to fight him and she moaned as his tongue forced its way through to invade hers. For what seemed like an eternity, he kissed her turning up his desire all the more, preparing himself so that he could continue to inflict further agonies on her poor, bound body. 

Finally he broke free peeling his lips away from her. Standing only inches from Emma's beautiful face he, once more, held her head upright by her long, tousled hair. Staring directly into her lovely eyes he rubbed his hands gently over her breasts making her wince as he touched the red marks left by the whip. As he gripped a handful of the tattered remnants of her top in his fist, she weakly shook her head in an attempt to dissuade him, but to no avail. With a strong pull and a loud rip he tore away the cloth, which had covered her upper body. Both men stared at her part naked body, marveling in her magnificent breasts criss crossed with lash marks, highlighting her agony.

"Look at those tits!" the man with her top clutched in his hand said. Emma managed to look up as he walked back to his colleague. She groaned as he picked up the whip once more and turned to walk back towards her. He smiled as she again began to struggle wildly. This time he walked behind her. She twisted a little to follow his path, but in the end she was too weak to do anything but hang by her wrists, which left her slender back and curvy hips as his target. She could not see this time, but she sensed him prepare for the attack on her naked flesh, a fact that was also signaled by the sudden interest of the watching man. 

"Hang on," said the sitting man. He stood up and approached Emma. She watched him as he took her hair into his hands. "Give me that top, or what's left of it!" he chuckled to his mate. Taking the strip of fabric, which had held her breasts, he tied her hair into a pony tail which sprouted from the top of her head. This made her whole face look younger but no less pretty. More importantly for the men it exposed her naked back fully.

"Thanks," said the man now in control of the whip. Emma prepared herself once more as best she could. 

"SWISH...!" the lash cut through the air and again exploded like thunder on her bare back, leaving a single red, angry welt across her skin from shoulder blade to the opposite hip.

"BASTAAAAARDDDDDDS!!" she cried in great pain, unable to avoid shouting out the expletive in response to the fire that danced across her back. Again, the thick length of leather crashed down onto her, expertly leaving the opposite cross mark. Once more Emma's whole body exploded in pain. 

"One more bitch!" he shouted, and a third stripe hit her swiftly across her naked flesh. Emma sobbed hard now. A fourth followed and she writhed under the sting of the lash.

Then there was a pause. The man needed to refresh his breath after four mighty lashes. Emma would have screamed if she could have seen his massive erection bursting to get out. However, the man watching gave her enough indication of the size of turn on this was for them. 

"Tell me how you feel Emma," said the watching man. She was silent. 

He moved to her. "SLAP!" She cried out, feeling the sting of his open palm across her cheek.

"Tell me," he ordered. Emma looked up from under her ragged fringe and tear filled eyes. 

"I..I..I..I hurt so much," she whimpered. 

"Good!" he replied. Even as he returned to his seat the fifth stroke fell on her poor back. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, please n.n.n...Owwwwwwwww," the sixth stroke cut short her pleas.

Again Emma received ten lashes as her back was flogged just as her front had been. She was now, once more, on the verge of fainting. Exhausted and beaten she hung, limp in the ropes. She still looked stunning, in fact, in many ways, more so. She did not have the energy to sob, but simply hung groaning at the pain she so clearly and acutely felt. 

She did not see them pull out the tent peg from under the leaves, but she fell to the ground in a heap as the rope came free. Once more she was pinned down by a large boot, as her wrists were cut free. She was in no condition to take advantage of her relative freedom even if she had not been pinned to the floor. A length of fishing wire was tied tightly, in several knots, to her belly button ring. A quick tug on it, brought Emma to her senses as she felt the painful pull on her skin. She was allowed about six metres of slack before the other end was tied to the tent peg. Taking a rock, the peg was hammered back into the ground. Emma watched in fear as one man produced a long knife. 

Holding it to her throat he said "We want you to stand up, and take off your jeans and panties. But you will do this slowly, very slowly. Do you understand?" he pushed the point a little further into her neck. Emma nodded very carefully, scared by the closeness of the steel blade. "Go on then, do it," he ordered. 

Painfully, Emma raised herself, first to her knees then to her unsteady feet. She stood several metres away from them, but was careful not to stretch the fish wire to its full length. "Release your hair first!" Emma reached up to the makeshift tie and pulled it free. Shaking her head she freed her long hair once more causing it to tumble down over her shoulders. Pausing she did not know what to do next.

"Jeans!" she heard the order. 

Shaking, her nervous fingers moved to the top button on her faded denim jeans. Looking down at the ground she punched the button free, wincing as any movement of her arms released pain from the whip marks. Continuing down her fly she punched every button loose. The tightness of the fabric, compounded by the sticky wetness from where she had wet herself, made the jeans stay in place as the fly simply fell to either side revealing the lacy, pink front of her panties. Emma glanced up and groaned, because in addition to her having been flogged and now forced to strip, one man was taking photographs that she knew would be their protection against her telling anyone the explicit nature of her ordeal.

The men watched in silence as Emma gripped each waist side and wriggled, very sexily, to ease the jeans over her hips. This caused her no little pain and she flinched as she pushed them down over her thighs and down further until they rested in a bunch around her ankles. Finally, to complete the exercise, she kicked them off.

Standing only in her high cut pink panties, Emma faced the men. 

"Very nice, very nice indeed," they drooled over her stunning features. A small chink of sunlight edged through the thick umbrella of trees, highlighting the very tops of Emma's thighs where the lacy material spread tightly over the sexy gap, which her pussy created. 

"Off," she heard the order, and knew she had no option. A last pleading look preceded Emma hooking her fingers into her panties as she began the long journey down her slender tanned legs. The slowness brought on primarily by the pain in her back and chest unwittingly heightened the eroticism of the act. The men rubbed their erections openly as Emma revealed bit by bit her now entirely naked body in all of its stunning glory. Her panties were kicked off to join her jeans and she faced them entirely nude.

"Good show Emma, great show. Look at your body, it's made for fucking!"

"Please, please no more," she begged. Just then the sky opened and a light pitter patter against the leaves soon became the loud rapping of heavy rain soaking everything in a matter of minutes. The men moved to stand under a large tree thereby minimizing the rain that fell on them. Emma, however, was ordered to stay in the open clearing. The rain fell soaking her bare skin, hurting her sore back and stinging her lashed nipples. Her hair was soon plastered to her face as she crossed her arms over her chest, accepting the pain of touching her lash marks in favour of keeping some of the water off her naked skin. Her back, chest and legs, in fact her whole body, glistened in the rain. Water dripped off her nose, her chin and matted her neatly trimmed pubic hair and generally soaked her through. 

Within a few minutes the rain had stopped. The men came out from beneath the large tree, almost still dry. Emma stood shivering and wet to her core. She looked more stunning than ever. One of the men moved to the tent peg. Reaching down he took the fish wire and reeled Emma in, pulling the wire and painfully stretching the skin that held her belly button ring. Almost jogging Emma reached the spot where the man was and he stood up. Taking the knife in his hand he reached down to Emma's stomach. She held her breath, but to her relief he only slit the wire to free her.




Capture in The Woods Ch. 1



She could see the large bulge in their trousers. For a third time that day she felt her hair gripped and twisted and she was forced to her knees, then further onto the floor. Towering above her one of the men began to unbuckle his trousers. 

"No, don't do this please," she pleaded. But as she said this Emma saw his trousers fall around his ankles, soon followed by his pants. She stared wide eyed at his cock, hard and ready for her. Emma closed her eyes as she felt her legs spread by his hands. The beautiful Emma Ross realized that she was about to be raped.

"No, don't..." she whispered, to no avail as his cock was positioned at her slit. He taunted her as he edged inside her. 

"Are you ready for me you cocktease? Because I'm ready for you."

The entrance to her pussy was wet from the rain, and he slid in the first inch of his penis. 

"Ohhhhhhhh!" she groaned both from the invasion of her slit and the pain of her whip marks rubbing against the ground. She was very dry beyond the opening of her lips and he needed to help her, so he moved his hand to rub her clitoris and moisten her. Emma bit her lip as she became unwittingly aroused. Despite her agony she began to writhe under his feel. 

"Go on slut make me hot!" he mocked. As her juices began to flow he slipped in further, then further until she moaned as he impaled her fully.

"Can you feel me inside you?" he mocked. Emma turned her head away as he began to fuck her properly. In, out, faster, slower he fucked her. His fingers still worked her clitoris and she groaned anew. He shagged her harder and she cried out. Suddenly, the pent up desire, that the whipping of Emma had created, was released. His back arched and he slammed his cock into her. Emma screamed both at the pain his hands on her breasts generated and the feel of his sperm filling her. Spurt after spurt flowed deep into Emma until the man emptied himself and collapsed onto her. Emma lay sobbing as he slowly stood up and allowed his limp cock to withdraw from her leaving a thick arc of semen connecting him to her until it broke free.

She glanced up to see the man fastening his trousers. "Thanks Emma," he mocked. She watched motionless as the second man took his place and revealed his large, thick cock to her. 

Kneeling down he took hold of her right hand. Placing it under his he moved it to her cunt. Under the guidance of his own fingers he began to encourage Emma to stroke her own pussy. So reluctant was she that, at first, he was forcing the actions, through which frantic stimulation was being given to her ever stiffening clitoris. Soon Emma became entranced by the motion and took the lead, introducing a finger into her own pussy folds. He continued to frig with her until she accompanied the first finger with a second and became lost in her growing desire and ecstasy. His cock stood at the now very wet entrance to her cunt. Inch by inch he slipped inside her. She gasped as she took his entire length. 

With her eyes screwed tight shut, the feel of him inside her caused Emma to concentrate on her own pussy and she rubbed it furiously. She began to squirm under him, as she became even more turned on. 

"Mmmmmmm," she moaned and moistened her dry lips with her tongue. He was ready to come almost immediately but steadied his thrusts until he felt Emma too was ready. Once she started to squeeze her thighs together he let go flooding her with his sperm. 

"OHHHH YESSSSSS I'M COMINNNNNGGGG!!" she yelled, as her release came and she had a fantastic orgasm, the like of which, despite her pain and suffering, she had never experienced before. Shaking her head from side to side she groaned with desire gyrating and writhing under him, oblivious to the pain her body still felt.

Both Emma and the man collapsed following their intense experience. Gently he pulled out of her leaving Emma laying on the ground, exhausted and almost unconscious. 

The first man returned and once more pulled her up by the roots of her wet, matted hair and returned her to the tree. 

"What are you do..." she stuttered. He threw her against the tree and forced her back against the rough bark, causing fresh pain to wrack Emma's body. Pulling her arms back she was painfully secured, her arms stretched back around the tree and her sore breasts forced outwards. Thick rope was tied tightly around her waist, thighs and calves completing her bondage, and leaving her legs two feet apart. She could not move. Her back was on fire again.

She watched horrified as she saw the whip taken up for a third time. 

"NOOOOOOOOO..." She yelled. Only it was too late, as the thick, leather lash was expertly used upon her defenseless body. It slashed down between her legs cutting up and into her cunt. She cried out, feeling the most pain yet as the tip of the whip flicked inside of her wet slit. 

"SLASH!" again a second lash. Except this time only a muted yell as the kiss of the whip upon her pussy was the last thing Emma felt before she blacked out.

Emma came round some time later. She was alone. The men had disappeared but she remained tied to the tree, however, only by her right wrist. Slowly the pain between her legs, on her back and across her chest came vividly back into her mind. She had been raped and flogged, and she remembered the photographs and began to sob to herself. Cries that were heard by no one in the remote clearing where Emma Ross had been left, on her own, bound and secured.



Capture in the Woods Ch. 2



This story is a complete work of fiction.

Content: non-consensual sex, whipping, pain, ff sex etc.

If the above is not for you then please do not read, as you are in no way forced to now that you know what it contains. Just because I write about this subject, does not mean I condone it in any way outside of fantasy. 

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In part 1 we left the poor Emma bound by her right wrist to a large tree. She was naked and had been whipped and raped by the two men posing as photographers. Slowly she came round.

Emma blinked a little as the sunlight began to creep through the treetops and then her own eyelids. Momentarily she did not know what had happened or where she was. Then the pain came back to her. The pain from the flogging she had received, particularly between her legs at the end, and the pain from the rape of her body by both men. She sobbed quietly whilst at the same time trying to focus her mind on what to do next.

Just then she heard a noise. It was a shout, a call.

"Here boy, good dog. Come back, come here this minute."

Emma panicked. She could hear the shouts getting nearer and even the barking of the dog. Then it was there, a large, brown Alsatian, panting and drooling next to her. Emma screamed.

"Master where are you, what are you doing?" came the female voice once more. Emma wanted the dog to be found, but she didn't want to be seen. However, the decision was taken away from her because just as the dog started to lick at the agonising lash marks on her back the figure behind the voice appeared.

In one sweeping, embarrassed review of the person in front of her, Emma saw a slim female figure with long dark hair dressed in tight jeans and a t-shirt. In fact the woman was 41 years old and walked her dog, alone, in the woods, several times a week.

Upon seeing Emma, bound naked to the tree, she stopped in shock and disbelief.

"Oh my dear, what happened to you?" she said finally finding her compassion, and untying Emma's wrist.

Emma was still stunned from her ordeal and could not speak.

"Never mind, come with me," she said in a caring sort of way. Picking up Emma's discarded jeans and panties, she handed them to the exhausted beauty, who now stood shivering. The woman unfastened a cardigan she had tied round her waist and put that on Emma completing her attire. Emma winced as the clothing touched her beaten body.

"We must call the police," said her saviour. Emma shook her head wildly, remembering the photographs the men had of her.

"No? Why ever not dear?" the woman said. Emma just shook her head once more. 

"Oh well, some sort of sex game that went wrong was it? Never mind, you can come back and stay with my daughter and I. She is out at the moment celebrating her 20th birthday but she will be back later. You must have a long bath and then we will put some cream on those marks. You can share her room for this evening and then we will worry about getting you home. Her name is Debbie and she is about your size, so we'll let you have some fresh things. Oh, and my name, by the way, is Sam, Samantha Fielding. What's your name?"

"E..E..Emma," she whispered. 

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Emma closed her eyes, relaxing for the first time since very early that same day. The whip marks on her body were sore, but they had not broken her skin too much and were now accustomed to the hot, soapy water in which she reclined. Mrs Fielding had tied up Emma's hair, but she felt like washing that too. Taking a bottle of shampoo from the bath shelf Emma let her hair fall loose and soaked it with bath water. Applying the shampoo she washed the dirt and grime from her golden locks.

After a whole hour or so in the bath, Emma decided to get out. She was feeling far more relaxed about things now, as the fading time and the new cleanliness of her body made her vile experience seem like a dream. However, a glance in the mirror caused Emma to look upon the pink welts criss crossing her breasts and stomach along with the marks covering her pussy mound. For a moment she hugged herself. 

Emma had no idea what time of day it was. She looked up at the bathroom clock and saw that it was 9pm. She suddenly felt very tired.

"Emma, is that you? Are you out of the bath? How do you feel dear?" Samantha Fielding bombarded her with questions, as she entered the bathroom.

"I..I..I'm okay, I think," she replied.

"What would you like to do?" Mrs Fielding asked.

"I..I..I think I would like to go to bed, if that is okay?" "Yes Emma, of course you can. Here you are put these on, to sleep in. Debbie's room is the first on the left and she has a spare single bed. You can use that." Samantha turned to leave.

"Mrs Fielding?" said Emma.

"Yes?"

"Thank you very much."

Samantha Fielding smiled and left Emma alone.

The clothes in her hands consisted of a pair of black high cut cotton panties and a short T-shirt that came to just above her navel. Emma looked as sexy as she ever had in the brief garments. But she was so tired as she wandered sleepily into Debbie's room. Within seconds she was fast asleep.

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It was 11pm. Debbie stood outside her house. She was not alone.

"Oh Debbie, you look so hot tonight."

Debbie Fielding, only just turned twenty, did, indeed, look very hot. Her stunning features were focussed on the boy in who's arms she stood. It was her birthday and she had been determined to look good. Her mother had raised her eyebrows at the short, tight black skirt topping Debbie's long tanned legs, and the vest top that hugged her breasts and revealed, very clearly, the fact that she wore no bra. But Debbie did not dress for anyone else, she wore what she wanted, and she had had a very pleasant evening.

She looked at the hunk in front of her. She would see him again, she had decided, and then he could fuck her. His hands were now cupping her breasts. Debbie could feel his fingers close on her nipple, covered only by the sheer fabric of the vest she wore. She moaned into his mouth as his tongue swirled over hers. His free hands gripped the naked flesh at the top of her legs, brushing the hem of her short skirt.

"Ohhhhhhh," she groaned. "Not yet, not tonight," she whispered, her resistance weakening. She was on fire now, and her hand brushed his hardening erection. In response Debbie felt his hand cup her mound.

"Oh yes, yes go on," she urged. He brushed his finger along the silk covered length of her slit, and she writhed into his touch. The boy's lips kissed her neck and revelled in the long dark hair which fell around her shoulders, as his fingers slipped under the hem of her panties and lightly touched her pubic hair.

"Fuck the next time," she thought, "I need him now." 

His hands were all over her, bringing her to the boil. Debbie moaned and squirmed. She could feel the heat building inside her.

"I want to be inside you," said the boy.

"Just rip the fucking things off, and screw me. Now!" she replied, breathlessly.

"What here, outside your house?" he questioned.

Debbie was just too hungry for him, and urged him to rip her panties away.

"Please!" she pleaded.

But, just then.

"Debbie, you need to come in now love, I have something important to tell you."

"Fucking mother," she whispered, her breath ragged

The boy's erection faded rapidly as the two would be lovers fell onto each other, their passion still there, but the means to vent it taken away.

"My number's in your pocket," she giggled giving his cock a final squeeze. A last lingering kiss was how she said goodnight, leaving him to masturbate over what might have been.

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"So you see dear, she's upstairs in your spare bed," continued Samantha Fielding.

Debbie was silent, taking it all in. "So, you mean you found a naked girl in the woods, tied to a tree and covered in whip marks. You brought her back here, bathed her and now she's asleep in my room?" The very words excited Debbie, especially in the aroused state in which she had entered the house. Her mother nodded.

"Okay mum. Look, I'm going to go to bed, it's been a long day. Thank you for my present," she stood up and kissed her mother on the forehead. 

"It's okay love," she replied. "But, Debbie, be nice to Emma, she's had a hard time, sex game or not."

Debbie just smiled and took her tall, slender frame off to bed.

As she climbed the stairs she felt excitement building in her stomach. The words Sex Game and Whip Marks kept going through her mind. What would this Emma be like? As she approached her room she nervously, slowly opened the door. The bedside light was still on. Emma must have been so tired. Debbie crept in. Looking at her spare bed she saw the most glorious creature she had ever set eyes on. Stunning features surrounded by luxurious blond hair spread out over the pillow. Her breathing was regular, not too heavy, just enough to highlight the rise and fall of her magnificent breasts. Debbie looked down the length of her new room-mate's body and, where her T-Shirt had bunched up to her stomach, she could see traces of the whip lash marks that Emma's poor body still sported. Debbie was mesmerized. She had to talk with this beautiful girl who had clearly been subjected to pretty heavy torture. What sort of steamy, sordid session had she been involved in?

Debbie reached out and lightly brushed Emma's shoulder. There was no response. She made her touch a little heavier this time. 

"Emma," she said in a loud whisper. Emma moaned a little, and opened her eyes.

"H.h.ello," she uttered, trying to focus on where she was.

"Hi Emma, I'm Debbie."

Emma could smell the alcohol on Debbie's breath, but also noticed how remarkably attractive she was. No, not attractive, she was beautiful. 

"Mum says that she found you in the woods?" she questioned. Emma nodded.

"So, what were you doing? Why were you..." she paused. "Erm, why were you tied up?" she finished embarrassingly. 

Emma buried her head in her arms, and began to sob as the horrors of her experience came back to her. Debbie reached out touched one of the visible whip marks. Emma flinched.

"Sorry," said Debbie. "So, look, was it a game of some sort, you know, a sex game?"

Emma looked up. "No, no it wasn't, I was taken by two men. They tied me up, whipped me all over and then made me strip of my clothes for them."

Debbie was stunned. "Really," she asked, half in disbelief and half in excitement. "Is that all they did to you. I mean did they, well you know, did they...?"

Emma looked up at Debbie, eye to eye, and she nodded.

"They fucked you?" she exclaimed. " Did you come, I mean was it good to be forced into it, and how many times were you...taken?"

Emma, was stunned at the open way in which Debbie questioned her. 

"It wasn't a game Debbie. I didn't go willingly. It was terrifying, painful and humiliating." Emma could see Debbie's nipples hardening, and that she was fuelling her lust through the conversation they were having. "Goodnight Debbie," said Emma with an air of finality.

Debbie moved to her own bed. If Emma had not turned over and pulled the sheets over herself, she would have seen that Debbie's body was even more stunning in the flesh. Stripping herself naked Debbie put on a short T shirt which served as a nightdress, and climbed into bed.

Although Emma couldn't see, she heard quite clearly the sighs of her bedroom partner and the slippery squelching sounds as Debbie pleasured herself to a quiet but glorious orgasm.

* * * * *

Emma screamed. The man threw her against the wall, knocking the wind out of her. She wore nothing but a short T-shirt and black high cut panties. She had no idea how she had arrived here, but now saw quite clearly that she was in a basement that was equipped as a dungeon.

In a rough, yet swift, movement the man held her tight by the throat and Emma was powerless to stop her wrists, one by one, being manacled to the wall. She almost hung, her feet barely touching the ground, facing her masked attacker.

"No, please, don't hurt me," she begged as her T-shirt was bunched up to just under her breasts. The man laughed with delighted glee when he saw the pink, still angry whip marks and he fingered them. Emma groaned in pain.

"That's it bitch, moan for me. I'm going to hurt you again."

Emma watched horrified as he walked to a shelf and returned with a severe looking whip. Its four individual lashes were all wrapped in barbed wire. It would tear her to shreds.

"Oh, no please you can't use that on me," she pleaded. 

He let the barbs trail over her skin. Down over her tight stomach, and towards her groin. Momentarily the terrible lashes became caught in her belly button ring, and she held her breath as it was freed with a sharp tug. 

"Time to shut you up slut," he said. Emma felt him reach up to her mouth. He held a ball gag, and, despite Emma's frantic resistance, she could not stop him gagging her screams. She shook her head wildly, awaiting the agonising onslaught the whip would bring to her, as the gag was pulled tighter and tighter and tighter. 

* * * * *

Debbie could not sleep. Her imagination was running riot. She pictured the beautiful Emma bound, straining against the agonies of the whip, begging for more, juice running down her thighs. For the umpteenth time that night her hand delved between her thighs to rub sensuously at her clitoris. She glanced at the clock. It was only 1 am. Debbie could hear the steady rhythm of Emma's breathing, and she had an idea.

Quietly getting out of bed, Debbie moved to her drawer unit. Taking out four cords from various items of clothing, she approached Emma's sleeping form and carefully pulled back the sheets to expose her stunning body. Debbie's pussy was dripping at the thought of what she was about to do.

Emma woke with a start. She immediately tuned into her new "predicament". The barbed wire whip had just been a trick that her subconscious had played on her in the guise of a dream, but the gag was all too real.

"What are you doing, let me go!" was what she wanted to say, but it came out as "Mmmphhggg." Emma raised her neck slightly to look at her spread-eagled body fastened to the four corners of the bed. Although she couldn't see them clearly, Emma was also pretty sure that she had been gagged with a pair of Debbie's panties. A point that was true. Black, stretch, lycra ones in fact. Emma gazed up at Debbie. Stunning, beautiful Debbie, who wore only the T-shirt she had gone to bed in. Emma could see her assailant's moist pussy lips and damp pubic curls, and she groaned against the panty gag.

Debbie was unable to speak due to the excitement she felt in the pit of her stomach.

"Oh Emma, we are going to have some fun, aren't we?"

Emma wasn't sure whether Debbie believed that this was a game for her, or whether she enjoyed inflicting genuine agony. No doubt she would soon find out!

Debbie, still dumbstruck with excited, anticipation, tried to clear her throat. She reached down and touched Emma's flat, toned stomach. She fingered the length of one pink whiplash mark. Emma twisted as much as she could away from the clutches of Debbie, who promptly stood up and walked to her drawer. Returning to the captive Emma she held a two-inch thick leather belt. Emma was horrified. She could see that Debbie was getting her kicks from the prospect of the pain she could inflict.

Debbie moved to the bedroom door, and turned the key, locking them in. She moved back to Emma. "Okay my lovely, let's see what this can do!" With a mighty swing of her arm she smashed the belt down over Emma's stomach and onto the existing welts. The pain was indescribable. Emma wailed into her gag, screwing her eyes tight shut in agony.

"Oh you are so hot," drooled Debbie, looking down at the thick, reddening mark on Emma's skin. Again, she raised her arm. Emma thrashed wildly in her bonds, pleading, silently with wide, staring eyes. But, to no avail. 

"SWISH," the belt whistled through the air. "CRASH!" it lashed Emma once more on the tender part of her stomach.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!" she screamed into Debbie's panties, muffling her agony.

Once more Debbie thrashed her with the belt. Then she stopped. Emma looked up at the vision of loveliness who's breathing was hard and ragged. Her superb breasts heaving under the perspiration covered T-shirt. There was a glint in Debbie's eyes as she focussed on the gorgeous triangle covered by the black cotton panties where Emma's thighs parted. Her legs were spread and she was an open target. 

Almost in slow motion Debbie lifted her arm once more and whipped down across Emma's groin and pussy. The fabric offered some protection but not much and Emma screamed loud into the gag, writhing in blinding agony as the leather bit into her tender flesh. Her eyes filled with tears as she sensed, so sensitively, the new welt rising painfully. Debbie stepped around the bed to the other side, and once more took aim. Emma felt the air move as the belt whistled down once again, and she screamed into the gag. She prepared herself the best she could for the next smack, but still the pain exploded onto her and she pulled and writhed and struggled in vain against the tight cords that held her.

"Oh yes," gasped Debbie, when, at last, she stopped. Moving closer, Debbie cast the belt aside. Emma could clearly see the glistening juices coating the tips of her captor's neatly trimmed pubic hair. She could also sense the lusty hunger apparent in Debbie's face, who now reached down, enjoying the tension in her captive as she touched her angry, welted skin. Taking the hem of her T-shirt she rolled it up Emma's body enthralled by the sight of her lovely naked breasts as they came into view. The garment was bunched under Emma's armpits revealing her magnificent breasts. She moaned into the gag. Debbie stroked the nipple on Emma's right breast enjoying the view and feel as it hardened under her touch. She gently cupped Emma's breast and felt her squirm. Debbie saw the pink marks from Emma's flogging in the woods, and sighed.

"You really are stunning," said Debbie. Emma closed her eyes, then yelled into the gag as she felt her face slapped, a hard, stinging blow leaving a red hand-mark on the skin. Lowering her head to Emma's desperately unwilling body, Debbie's deliciously wet tongue licked the hardening nub of her captive's nipple. Emma moaned as best she could as the tip of her breast was covered in kisses and loving caresses. She could do nothing but suffer her ravishment by this beautiful girl.

Debbie enjoyed the feeling as Emma writhed under her, and she ran her palm smoothly over the skin of Emma's stomach and down, down to the hem of her panties. Creeping slowly under the fabric she felt the curls of Emma's pubic hair and sensed the girl's breathing stop momentarily. Debbie smiled at the bound captive as her fingers ran the length of Emma's slit, and she arched her back as much as she could, reaching out with her groin.

"You like this, don't you," mocked Debbie. The bound girl made no response other than the seductive gyrations she had been performing since she was first touched. Debbie's hand delved lower working harder now to turn Emma on. Flicking the bud of Emma's erect clitoris Debbie felt the juices slippery under her touch. She now felt the body beneath her writhe instinctively as her fingers began to rotate freely inside her captive's body. She could feel the orgasm building inside of Emma and so increased the speed with which she frigged her.

"MMmmmmmmffmhh, Ooohhhhhhhhhh!" 

Then Emma was there, at the edge of pleasure as a glorious orgasm rushed over her. Debbie used all her female know how to extract the maximum pleasure from her bound slave. Emma strained against the cords gripping with her hands as she came and came, exploding under the unbound girl's touch. Gradually her body calmed down and Emma's climax subsided.




Capture in the Woods Ch. 2



"Fantastic!" stated Debbie, simply. Taking her sticky fingers from Emma's wet pussy she covered the captive beauty's right nipple in juices that she then proceeded to lick slowly, seductively, enjoying the taste of the bitter substance. Emma was shattered, but still she whimpered as Debbie's attentions made her nipples erect once more.

Emma lay completely unmoving save for the gentle movement of her shoulders as she sobbed quietly. Her tears were ones of pain, desire and fear all rolled into one. She watched as Debbie stood up and moved to her bedside drawer. Reaching inside, the beautiful dark haired girl took out a long shiny object. Emma's eyes widened when she realised it was a long vibrating dildo.

Biting her bottom lip, Debbie rubbed the shining phallus over her own groin, groaning as it ran the length of her, now dripping, slit. Emma was entranced.

"Ohhhhhh," groaned Debbie, "I need this inside me." With that she inserted the tip into her pussy and switched on the vibrator. She sighed long and hard in ecstasy, as inch after inch disappeared between her thighs. Debbie was so turned on already that it took just a few short seconds for her to feel the first throes of climax upon her. Then she was there,

"Ohhh, fuck me, I'm commmmmmminnnnng!!" she yelled. Oblivious to the noise she was making. Debbie writhed and squirmed to the feel of the dildo, falling to her knees and leaning on her bedside. She almost grunted herself to satisfaction.

Emma, watched wide eyed as Debbie panted with exhaustion. Slowly she stood up and wiped the sticky juices from the phallus across the new welts she had created on Emma's stomach.

Just then there was a knock on the door. "Debbie, Debbie are you alright?" It was her mother.

Debbie opened her mouth to speak but her throat was dry. She coughed and spluttered.

"Y..y..yes, mum, we're fine just having a girl chat. We'll be back asleep soon." She smiled at Emma, as she heard her mother return to her own room.

"We will have some fun tonight," said Debbie settling down on her own bed to recover from her exertions. Emma screwed her eyes tight shut in fear of what this long night would hold.

* * * * *

Debbie, was up and around by 7 am as usual.

"Morning dear, you look tired. Up all night talking were you?" said Samantha Fielding.

"We were certainly up all night," Debbie agreed. 

Upstairs Emma still slept. Debbie had eventually untied her and let her rest, but not until she had had the full compliment of her "fun". Using her own ability to climax as a guide, Debbie had brought Emma to orgasm time after time after time, always masturbating herself as well. She had used a combination of her fingers, her tongue and the vibrating dildo to milk Emma of all her juices and her strength.

What's more Emma now sported an entirely new set of large red welt marks from the belt all the way down the front of her body from her breasts to her thighs.



Capture in The Woods Ch. 3



This story is a complete work of fiction.

Content: non-consensual sex, whipping, pain, ff sex etc.

If the above is not for you then please do not read, as you are in no way forced to now that you know what it contains. Just because I write about this subject, does not mean I condone it in any way outside of fantasy. And, as for those people who sent me threatening feedback then, all I have to say is that, despite this warning, you seem as compelled to read my stories as those people who openly admit to enjoying them. Enough said! 

Remember the difference between fantasy and reality is as fundamental as the difference between right and wrong.

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In chapter 2 the poor Emma, having been rescued by Samantha Fielding, was bound and whipped again by Samantha's beautiful daughter Debbie. We rejoin the story on a Monday morning. Debbie had already risen and left for work. Emma was still asleep, although the darkness behind her eyelids was getting brighter which told her subconscious that it was morning once more.

In her dreams Emma lay naked on a pile of dry leaves. She felt very comfortable and entirely unafraid. A beam of radiant sunlight warmed her skin and a voice called her name. Softly at first then a little louder and finally a definite "Emma" broke the spell of her slumber, and the voice of Samantha Fielding could be heard loud and clear waking her. For a few seconds Emma was unsure of her whereabouts, then, slowly, the memory of her night's experience and the face of the stunning Debbie came back into her conscious mind. A dull ache reminded her also that her own shapely body was still sore from the belt marks that Debbie had inflicted upon her as well as the lash marks from her whipping the day before. Emma curled herself into a ball under the sheets.


It was then that she felt the dampness beneath her, and she remembered with a fearful tremble, and a lustful sigh, the endless orgasms she had experienced at the hands of that little bitch and her toys throughout the pain filled night. Wiping her fingers through a damp patch Emma raised them to her face and smelled the scent of her orgasmic ecstasies.

"Emma," the call came again, but nearer this time. Samantha Fielding opened the bedroom door slightly.

"Good morning my dear." Samantha could not see the new marks on her guest. Emma looked up, and blinked. Samantha Fielding stood at the end of her bed. She looked like the double of Debbie, somehow much younger than her forty-one years, with a figure to die for. Her long light brown hair and stunning good looks took Emma's breath away. She wore a tight white T-shirt, and short cut off denim shorts. It looked to be a warm day and she was going to take advantage of it.

"M.m.m.morning," stammered Emma.

"There is some breakfast down stairs and then we will see about getting you home, you should call your employer too as you won't be in today. Debbie has clothes in her drawer. Have a look and put something on. I'll see you soon."

Samantha left her alone. Vivid pictures of the night's activities came back to her as did the musky taste of the panties that Debbie had gagged her with. She had to get out of here before Debbie returned from work. However, Samantha seemed okay, so there was no rush. Emma struggled to get her aching limbs out of bed, and into the shower. Her wrists and ankles bore red marks from the bondage and the ropes from the day before, but she revelled in the luxurious feel of the water as it massaged her skin. It was then that she remembered.

"Fuck!" she had left her bag along with her shoes and jacket in a pile before she had been chased into the woods. It had everything inside. Looking frantically for some clothes, she cursed to herself as all of Debbie's clothes seemed to be sexy or revealing. She grabbed a white lace thong, a long sleeved, low cut top, and a short pleated skirt. She slipped on a pair of trainers and headed downstairs to enlist Samantha's help.

* * * * *

"Let's see if the little slut managed to untie herself," one man said to his colleague. The two men who had subjected Emma to her original painful torture had returned to the woods to make sure their captive was not still bound to the tree where they had left her. They set off into the trodden undergrowth towards the clearing where they had taken her. Just then the sound of a car alerted them. Ducking down behind a large rock they saw a 4x4 off road vehicle pull up. When Emma and Samantha got out one looked at the other and smiled.

"Fuck me it's her, and look at the other one. Fancy another go? We've got even more gear this time." His mate laughed and nodded, so they waited in silence for the few seconds it took the girls to walk their way.

"Over there Emma," said an excited Samantha as she located Emma's bag, jacket and shoes.

"Thank goodness," whispered Emma to herself, "thank you so much Samantha."

Samantha's reply never came as it was replaced by a scream from Emma when she saw her erstwhile captors emerge from their hiding place.

"Run Samantha, it's them!" she shouted. Samantha did not know who 'they' were but set off a pace behind Emma anyhow. The only place to go was into the woods.

Crying, Emma fled through the trees and grass, stumbling. She heard the men behind her and was vaguely aware of Samantha close by. Her running was erratic, she was scared, confused and terrified of them catching her again. She tried to run in different directions to put them off but, which ever way she turned, they were always close behind. 

Emma was in a blind panic now. She did not know where Samantha was or if she had been caught and she did not see the obstacle in her path. Emma collided with the large tree suddenly, banging her head on the trunk. Darkness came over her as she lurched forward onto the ground below.

* * * * *

Emma lay on the warm grass. She could feel the comforting blades against her face her breasts and her thighs. She stretched her body and realised then that she was naked, almost, save for her borrowed white lace thong. She flexed her fingers and scraped a little dirt up. Her eyes were closed, and she moved her head slightly. Painfully, through the dull ache in her skull Emma remembered what had happened.

"Look the little slut's awake," she heard a familiar voice say. It was the voice of the man who had first whipped her. Goosebumps raised her flesh as Emma felt hands on her waist and she was easily flipped over roughly onto her back.

"Those whip marks look great on you," he remarked, "and just about ready for a top up." Emma should have begged for mercy at this stage but, as she raised herself up onto her elbows, she was struck dumb by the sight before her. Laying about ten metres from the tree to which she herself had been tied, Emma saw Samantha Fielding, her wrists bound tightly with rope and her arms pulled cruelly up above her head, hanging from the same large branch of the tree. She was entirely naked. 

Emma quickly scanned the length of her body and saw that she was gagged with a strip of material, that was, in fact, her own panties, and that her ankles were secured to metal pegs hammered into the ground at a distance apart of about three feet. She was strangely aroused to think that Samantha was tasting her own musky juices, but what shocked her to the core was the fact that Samantha was astride a wooden frame, a triangular beam supported by a wooden stand that cut high into her groin separating her pussy lips. It must have been extremely painful, and Samantha's struggles, frantic and desperate, testified to this. What Emma couldn't see was that the triangular point of the frame's beam was also dotted with small wooden spikes that would be cutting upwards into her friend. Samantha's toes struggled to touch the ground, and it was obvious that most of her glorious body was being supported by this torturous device.

Never had Samantha experienced such pain. What were they doing, what would they do next, why? She was about to find out. One man grabbed Emma by the hair and dragged her to her knees. He swiftly tied her wrists and ankles with rope and secured her next to him as he sat down on the grass to watch the entertainment.

"Oh no, don't please," Emma shouted as she watched the other man uncoil a severe looking three pronged whip. The lash was thick braided leather and the ends appeared to be tipped with metal. 

Emma was slapped hard on her face. "Shut it bitch. Do not speak one more word." Emma was silent, scared and fearful of both her own and Samantha's fate at the hands of these men. She felt a great dread as she remembered her treatment at the hands of these same men the day before.

Samantha could not speak because of the gag, but her eyes pleaded as the man approached her. Her entire body was exposed, naked and vulnerable to the gaze and whims of her captors. She watched, terrified, as the whip was lashed harshly down onto the ground. Emma saw too, and noticed how the metal tips ripped through the leaves and soil sending debris everywhere. The man with the whip rubbed his hardening erection and took position about two metres in front of Samantha. Her glorious body heaved in terror. She winced as the wriggling of her body caused the wooden spikes to cut into her pussy creating pain even before the leather had touched her skin. 

Tears flowed down her cheeks as she desperately tried to beg for some sort of reprieve, only to find her attempted sounds muffled by the gag. She looked up and caught the eye of her assailant. He smiled and swung back his right arm. 

As if in slow motion, Emma watched the lash fly back and then slice forward cutting the air with a whistle as it landed on Samantha's body with a crack. A straight pink mark cut horizontally across her breasts marking the firm flesh and reddening Samantha's nipples. It was a little delayed but the beautiful bound body of Emma's friend strained in absolute agony as the pain registered, and she felt the welt rising on her skin. This caused her to scrape her groin across the wooden beam and the spikes to cut up into her sore pussy. 

Emma closed her eyes. This was even worse than her ordeal, if that was possible. However, she was certain that she would not be spared their attentions.

Samantha's perspiration soaked body waited for the second lash. She did not have to wait for long. Another streak of fire exploded across her tight, flat stomach leaving another long, pink welt mark. The metal tip folded around her waist grazing her ribs, causing her to writhe even more along the wooden beam. She was agitating her body endlessly now in a useless attempt to escape the bite of the spikes, and the kiss of the whip. 

Three more strokes rained down on the front of Samantha's gorgeous body, before the whipping stopped. Her body hung from the branch. She was unable to take the weight away from her groin, which now supported her totally. Her pussy was numb from the beam. Samantha's lovely long mousy hair hung low covering her breasts and stomach. Emma noticed, strangely, how the sunlight highlighted the edges of her hair making it almost transparent. She also noticed how turned on both men were.

Anticipating that her worst fears were about to be realised she begged in a whisper for them to leave her alone.

"Please, leave us. Don't do this."

The men swapped places. Emma was dragged by her hair to a piece of ground in front of the tree trunk about three metres away from Samantha. Panic overcame her.

"Stop," she begged, "Please stop!" The man towered over her. "Let us go", she cried, "Please," she followed with a whimper. "What are you going to do?" He looked at her, and smiled. She was helpless. "Oh, no!" Emma yelled, "No, no, no, no!" 

The second man was hammering four metal spikes into the ground. She was pulled up by the arms and dragged over to the spikes. There she was thrown onto her stomach. Her wrists were untied and the refastened to the spikes and her ankles similarly secured. Emma lay, spread eagled between the four stumps of metal, stretched out tightly so that her skin was taught and her muscles pulled against her bounds. She squirmed deliciously against the ground.

Both females were now secured. Samantha still hung from the thick branch and, a few metres to her right, lay Emma, spread-eagled and staked out on the grass.

"Hey," said one man to the other, "let's roll a dice to see who is whipped. One to Four our beautiful Emma gets it, and Five or Six gives her friend here a lash, Okay?"

"Okay," came the reply. "What's her name anyway," said one man grabbing Emma's hair and painfully pulling her head up. She saw no point in antagonising them further and stammered,

"S.S.S.Samantha".

"Emma and Samantha. Beautiful!" The men brought over a box on which they could roll the dice. First roll brought a three. They announced the result. Emma gripped her hands into two fists and waited. Then, helpless and secured, she was whipped. The first lash only took a split second to fall, yet it registered an agonising slice across her back, kissing her, touching her. Emma was not gagged and she yelled.

"FFF..UUU..CKKK!!!" 

She screamed and screamed with the pain and humiliation of her situation, and the long hard whip that hurt her so much. A new, fresh welt appeared alongside the others on Emma's lovely tanned skin. Another roll, it was a one. Emma tensed. Then again it fell.

"CCRRACKKKKKK!" came the lash as the braids fell on her and the metal tips cut into her naked flesh. Emma could not stand the pain and almost fainted. She twisted her head and body as far as her bondage would allow, but to no avail. 

"Two," came the shout. Emma began to sob. She was terrified. Suddenly she heard the hiss of the whip above her and a third stripe lined her lower back. Her eyes were clouded with tears. Emma lay weeping in the dirt. Eleven more consecutive rolls of the dice resulted in a four or less, and eleven more pink, angry welt marks crossed her back and tore the thong material to pieces across her buttocks. 

Emma was breathless and still stretched out on the ground. She sobbed in short whimpering cries now. Then she felt a hand on her right calf. Stroking, moving upwards towards her thigh. Another hand on her hip fingered the lash marks there, making her wince. She was helpless to their touch as her thong was moved to one side and a finger invaded her. She was damp.

"So, a little enjoyment was had here too, eh?" the owner of the finger mocked when he felt the dampness ooze from Emma's pussy. Despite her ordeal she was desperate to play with herself, and relieve the tension she felt in her groin. Then, spread-eagled on her stomach, Emma was brought to the most humiliating orgasm she had ever had by the expert touch of the man's fingers.

Samantha had not moved throughout all of this. She was exhausted. As Emma lay panting in the aftermath of her climax, both men moved to the bound, whipped older woman. Taking her hair tightly in his grip, one of the men pulled Samantha's head up and looked into her face. Her large, beautiful eyes were open and glazed. She looked back at her tormentor. She was defeated, beaten and at the mercy of their desires.

"Lucky for you the dice was on your side eh? But not so lucky for your playmate."

The men stood, one behind Samantha and the other in front of her. Her hair was gripped and pulled back stretching her neck painfully, forcing her to look up into the branches of the tree. The man in front of her held a small velvet covered box, about ten inches long. Samantha could not see, but as he opened it he revealed a number of highly polished slim needles varying from two to eight inches in length. Reaching out he fondled her right breast, cupping and massaging, closing in on the nipple until it became solid and erect. Despite her discomfort, Samantha groaned involuntarily into the gag, feeling the stimulation of her flesh. The man gripping her hair kissed her slender shoulder and neck. Samantha gave a muffled sigh. Then flinched. 

A needle, some six inches in glimmering length, had been selected and now pricked lightly at Samantha's nipple. She felt it and panicked, trying to strain her head down to see, but she was held too strongly. The man at her front ogled her lovely body, bound, straddling the beam, and began to insert the needle, piercing her nipple clean through the middle. For a short moment Samantha felt nothing, then she screamed and screamed and screamed into her gag. Emma shouted out her friend's name in fear for her, but the needle continued on its painful journey until it stood, prominently secured, in Samantha's now permanently erect nipple.

Moving to her left breast, the man fondled her until it too sported an erect nipple. This time Samantha knew what was coming and writhed in fear, sliding her pussy agonisingly against the spiked beam. Again, her skin was pricked. Again, the needle pierced her nipple and slid, unobstructed, into place. Samantha stared into the sky, her eyes wide open, and fainted.

When she awoke Samantha found she had been freed from the biting pain of the spiked beam. However, she now stood upright bound by tight ropes to the tree trunk. Her hands were pulled behind her back and her wrists were set in handcuffs. Her feet were held a short distance apart by chained leg spreaders and her mind and vision was a blur. Then, a severe bolt of pain flashed through her as the feeling came back into her groin and whipped body. She was no longer gagged and she cried out. Then a glint of sunlight caught her eye and she looked down. Horrified she saw the needles still in place, piercing her erect nipples. She sobbed loudly.

Slowly her blurred vision came back to her and she could hear the pleading sounds of Emma. She looked up.

Her young friend was still staked out, spread eagled on the ground. It took Samantha a few seconds to focus on the scene in front of her but when she did she cried out in pity. One of the men knelt between Emma's widely spread legs and attended to her bottom. Her torn panties lay, carelessly discarded, to one side, and he held a black shiny object shaped like a torpedo, about four inches round. He was vigorously thrusting the object in and out of Emma's bottom. It was slick with oil and seemed to be moving freely, hiding its eight inch length inside of Emma before reappearing again. Each thrust was accompanied by a groan from the young captive. The second man knelt at the side of his mate and had his hand cupped underneath Emma with his fingers clearly frigging her pussy, stimulating her, while her bottom was violated with the large dildo. Samantha could see that Emma was beside herself with lust. All reason seemed to have been lost and she could feel only the sensations between her legs.

The ropes held Emma tight restricting her writhing and wriggling, but Samantha could still see each sinew of her well toned body cry out as a second humiliating orgasm came over her.

"Yes, yes, oh yessssssssss!" she hissed as the man's hand was covered in her thick juice.

"You little slut," he laughed, "You really like this don't you?" Emma was silent. She felt utterly degraded, and very sore. She could taste the grass in her mouth, and feel her sphincter muscles relax as the large invading object was removed.

The girls had been held in captivity for nearly two hours. The morning was getting warmer, adding to their discomfort. Samantha was still bound tightly to the tree, the ropes burning her skin. Emma was laid out on the ground still. One man approached her, and, kneeling down, he turned her head to face him.

"Did you enjoy that," he mocked, referring to the climax she had just experienced. Emma closed her eyes. "Well, did you!" he shouted. Emma bit her lip as another tear rolled down her cheek. "We've got a real treat in store for you now." 




Capture in The Woods Ch. 3



Emma was unfastened and helped to her unsteady feet. With her arm twisted painfully up her back the tanned beauty was led over to the tree, where she was tied simply, by two ropes, to the branch above her. Her arms were secured above her head and the ropes pulled until she stood on her tip toes. There she was left to watch Samantha being untied and dragged over to the tree. The older woman was secured in the same way next to Emma. They stood naked and beautiful, bound to the tree. They were left alone for a moment as the two men went to a large bag and disappeared from view.

"Oh Emma, I hurt so much," whimpered Samantha. Emma just nodded. "What do you think they will do to us now?" she asked.

Emma turned to look at her stunning friend, "Maybe they'll just leave us." 

But the two men returned and stood facing the captive beauties. Their massive erections were almost bursting free, which told the girls that there was still some unfinished business. However, the implements they held in their hands were of more immediate concern.

"You two look absolutely stunning, and to reward you for being so lovely we have a special finale for you both. Samantha you have not had any lashes to your back and you, Emma, need those tits warming up."

"No please," begged Samantha a tear rolling slowly down her beautiful face. Emma simply stared at the ground knowing how futile begging for mercy would be.

"We will use these two marvellous specimens," he continued, showing the girls the source of their impending torment. Both whips were identical. Leather braids, about four feet in length, but each braid contained wire pieces and was tipped with a small metal ball. Emma gulped and Samantha stared, wide eyed.

"You can't…. we wouldn't…." stammered Emma.

"Oh we can and you will," replied the man. Each man took his position, one behind Samantha and the other in front of Emma. Sweat covered the girl's skin as they awaited the onslaught. Suddenly Samantha began to struggle unable to control her panic any longer. The man facing Emma looked at his colleague and nodded. He looked back at Emma, the beautiful Emma, and locked her eyes. She pleaded silently. He just smiled. 

Both girls braced themselves, but they were still unprepared for the ferocious kiss of the steel inlaid whip as it slashed down first across Emma's breasts followed, a split second later by a diagonal lash on Samantha's back from shoulder to opposite hip. A joint scream filled the air echoing off the trees and branches as the pain gripped them both. Emma sagged, gripping the ropes for extra support. Samantha tried to compose herself for the next one.

Another loud whistle signalled the coming of the leather and steel as the breath hissed away from Emma and Samantha. The men now set to work in earnest sending lash after vicious lash down onto their poor, bound captives. Samantha's hands pulled at the ropes as she writhed in her attempts to avoid the stinging whiplash.

Five strokes became ten, as the men built up a steady rhythm. Both girls were lost now in a mist of agony. Another ten strokes were given to the flesh of the stunning beauties, as their skin became an angry criss-cross of pink and red. Soft groans were all they could mange and they were hardly aware when the men stopped the torture. Their tormentors rested, breathing hard and exhausted after their work. The bulges at each groin signalled what would come next as the sound of zippers being wound down broke the silence.

Samantha felt the hard erection brush her from behind. She was dry not having being aroused by the pain she felt and the man had to apply a lubricating oil to moisten her. She groaned at the unwanted stimulation and grunted as he impaled her cunt from behind. Emma lifted her head and watched her man approach. Inches from her face he reached down to her groin. Smiling he rubbed at the wet juice.

"Enjoyed that did we?" he mocked. Emma did not know why, but she did feel a certain arousal when the whipping started. He positioned his cock and pushed gently.

"Don't," was all Emma could whisper, quietly. But he ignored her pleas and shoved himself into her, all the way. She groaned as he slid easily back and forth.

The men were very ready and began to thrust harder and faster into their captives. Emma, also feeling horny, began to return the thrusts and writhe against the cock inside of her. Within minutes the two men and Emma were in the midst of a communal orgasm. 

"Yes, oh yes, ooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuckkk me!" Emma groaned as she drained the last drop of sperm from the man. 

Samantha felt the rush of spunk and screamed as it filled her. She felt the large body grind into her from behind as he forced his last drop home. When he finally withdrew his softening weapon she bowed her head and cried.

Both girls, hung from the trees, utterly exhausted while the two men sat down, their exposed cocks dribbling the final drops of sperm onto the ground.

"Fuck, that was good," said one to the other. Glancing down he noticed Samantha's bag on the ground. Emma's never did get collected and still lay at the entrance to the woods. The man began to flick through the bag, and came across a photograph of Debbie.

"Look at that," he said to his mate, "we could have some fun with her." The other man took the photo and whistled at Debbie's incredible beauty. 

"We could set her up as a pay back for our debts." Both men smiled in agreement. They owed a large sum of money to a lending firm, who were not the most reputable company in existence. Samantha's bag was thrown casually back to the ground and the man approached her. She was tied, facing away from them, but had heard their conversation. She swallowed hard as she sensed him behind her.

Suddenly her hair was taken in a cruel grip, and she screamed. 

"Don't," screamed Emma, who was rewarded with a slap, reminding her to be quiet. Samantha's head was twisted painfully around.

"Who is this girl," demanded the man thrusting the picture into her face. Samantha was silent. Reaching round he took the needle still piercing her right nipple, and twisted. The pain was immense and Samantha cried out. Emma turned her head away. By now the man was completely sexually revitalised, and slid his hard again cock up to Samantha's already violated cunt. Still moist from his earlier ejaculation he again impaled her. She moaned. Then screamed as the needle was twisted again. 

"P.p.please noooooo!" Samantha begged. He thrust hard, his lust heightened by Samantha's cries. Emma couldn't stand it and she shouted out the information they wanted to hear.

"Debbie, her name is Debbie and she is Samantha's daughter."

At that the man arched his back and rammed into Samantha releasing his sperm into her cunt. Pulling his dripping rod out, Samantha hung from the tree again, now utterly defeated. Not only had she been fucked for a second time but they also knew who her daughter was. She sobbed hard.

"I'm sorry," whispered Emma. Samantha simply shook her head.

The other man moved over to the older woman. Standing in front of her beautiful bound body, he took her thighs and pushed them apart. He also needed release for his newly throbbing cock. Samantha looked up and grunted as he forced entrance, easily, into her soaking pussy. He gripped her waist and fucked Samantha long and hard until he too exploded filling her with his spunk. 

Samantha was exhausted, humiliated and afraid of what was in store for Debbie. Emma was hurting, aroused and strangely excited about the fate of Debbie, who she still remembered as her tormentor of the previous night.

Standing in front of the captured females, one of the men addressed them.

"Here's what we are going to do. You two girls will come with us. Tonight we will wait for Debbie at your house, Samantha, using your door keys to get in." He taunted her with the keys.

"When Debbie returns from work, we will surprise her then take her to a place where she will be offered as repayment for our debts to a group of men, who are nowhere near as nice as we are. Whereupon the lovely Debbie will be used as their sexual plaything for whatever fantasy they dream up."

"No please," begged Samantha, "Take me again, do anything to me. I won't tell, and I'll keep coming back for more. Have me, use me, do anything. Please don't take Debbie."

"As tempting as that sounds, we really need a piece of the delicious Debbie." The second man had moved behind Samantha, and, although she couldn't see this, he brandished the whip inlaid with metal. Swinging back his arm, Samantha heard the whistle too late as a line of fire exploded on her already tender whip-marked back.

"Owwwwwwwwwww!" she cried out.

"Will Debbie be at home tonight? Tell us and there will be no more whipping." 

Silence met the man's request. Again a flash of the his right arm brought the fearful combination of leather and steel crashing down, striping Samantha's curvaceous bottom.

Again she screamed in agony.

Emma glanced up. Her desire to see Debbie punished now outweighed her loyalty to Samantha.

"She will be home…"

"No, Emma don't, please…"

"She will be home after her day's work at about 5:30pm. I know this because she said last night when she had me tied to the bed and was laying into me with her belt and her toys, that she would see me again at that time today."

Samantha was struck dumb. This was too much.

"You lying little bitch, after all I've done…Aaeeyyeeeeeee!"

She was silenced with another stroke of the whip across her tender thighs.

Emma just looked at Samantha. The men smiled as they learned a piece of information that they would undoubtedly use to their own advantage, at some point. 

Samantha was approached again. Using his fingers the man explored Samantha's cum soaked groin. She gulped. He found her wet slit and began to stroke, stimulate and dampen even more Samantha's cunt. Despite her predicament the woman moaned and writhed her body to meet his fingers. One finger became two, then three as he circled her inner depths and massaged her clitoris with his thumb. She really did not want this but could feel the heat building up inside to a point where…..

"Ohhh, yesssss. AAHHHHhhhhhhhhhhh!" Her release came soaking his hand with juice giving her utter total satisfaction.

Smiling the man wiped his hand across Samantha's firm breasts, making sure to twist the needles a little at the same time. She yelped at this, then, once again, hung, bound, as before.

The torture of the beautiful Emma and the stunning Samantha was over, for now. It was time to leave, and the girls were going with the men to where ever it was they were heading.

The next chapter will feature the gorgeous Debbie from Chapter 2 - any ideas? Let me know.



Capture in The Woods Ch. 4



If the above is not for you then please do not read, as you are in no way forced to now that you know what it contains. Just because I write about this subject, does not mean I condone it in any way outside of fantasy. And, as for those people who sent me threatening feedback then, all I have to say is that, despite this warning, you seem as compelled to read my stories as those people who openly admit to enjoying them. Enough said! 

Remember the difference between fantasy and reality is as fundamental as the difference between right and wrong.

* * * * * *

She could sense a figure walking towards her. Debbie Fielding had been watching him all day, as she always did, and now he was approaching her. John Denton, the one man in the office she would die for. What could he possibly want with her? Debbie knew what she hoped he wanted, but that was the substance of dreams, or was it?

She could feel his body invade her space as the aroma of his aftershave made her heady. In an attempt to remain cool Debbie risked ignoring him completely, but he was single minded in his quest to make contact.

"Meet me in two minutes, in the filing room between rows L and M."

Debbie looked up, puzzled. He looked down, smiling.

"I want you, now, it's that simple." With that he was away, walking past her desk leaving his scent lingering in Debbie's nostrils. For a few seconds Debbie was dazed. Then, almost as if in a trance, she got up and followed in his tracks. 

After opening the door and descending the flight of old stone stairs, Debbie found herself in the dimly lit filing room. Row after row of old files. There was no one around. Nervously she peered down the long dark passage between rows L and M. No one. She was already horny from the thoughts of what she would do with Emma this evening. This little escapade had made her shake with lust.

As Debbie began to walk slowly down the dark alleyway a pair of lingering eyes watched her tall, tanned, tawny body glide as if on air. The same eyes drank in the sight of her long bare legs and lovely hips wrapped in a loose, short, very short, black skirt. She also wore a tight fitting yellow top with three quarter sleeves that hugged her firm breasts.

Suddenly from nowhere a hand clamped over her mouth. Debbie tried to scream but couldn't.

"You look more like a fucking cheer leader than a Personal Assistant to the Divisional Manager, you little whore."

Debbie was shocked at the language used by John, but his hand remained tight over her mouth. He felt her body relax as he cupped her bottom from behind. Releasing her mouth he spoke.

"Do you want me?" he questioned simply. Debbie turned her face and kissed him. Their tongues mixed as mutual passion overtook them. Breaking away momentarily Debbie gasped,

"Are we safe in here, what if some one comes?"

"Oh, someone will, but we're quite safe," he laughed. John moved his lips onto her neck. She sighed. His left hand moved up and cupped her breast, feeling her nipple become erect under his touch. Debbie groaned and pushed herself into him. He gripped her hair and pulled hard. Again she would have screamed had it not been for the tongue in her mouth. 

For a brief moment her body went rigid as his hand stroked the cleft between her bottom cheeks, exposed by the red thong she was wearing. But Debbie soon relaxed as his finger crept under the lacy material and began to stroke her wet slit.

"Oh, feel how wet I am," she groaned wantonly. John pushed his invading digit further home and Debbie squealed with delight. One became two and then three as he ploughed deep within her soaking cunt. Debbie was on fire now, gyrating her bottom against his trousers under which his erect cock strained. 

"Oh, yesssssssssss," she hissed. John's free hand yanked her hair harder and she writhed under his touch. 

"I'm com… com… comingggggggggggg!" she whispered loudly, still aware of where they were. Then she came, covering his fingers with a copious amount of thick juice. 

Gradually she came to rest and slumped, tired, against his body. He removed his fingers from her now sensitive slit and wiped them on her yellow top.

"Hey," Debbie objected, it's only two in the afternoon, I have to work again in these clothes." 

John laughed at the thought of Debbie returning to her seat smelling of her own juices. She reached down and adjusted her panties, peeling them out from between her pussy lips. Straightening her skirt she made to leave. Walking away from John she turned her head flirtatiously, and beamed a radiant smile.

"Thanks," she said. John smiled back. Debbie reached the end of the aisle and turned to head for the door.

"Whoa there, slow down," it was Dave Fenwick, John's mate. 

"Do me a favour love, I need to get a file from G, get me this from L will you. Debbie was so aware of her recent orgasm, that she was sure he would smell her.

"Er, yes, yes of course," she stammered pleased to get away from him. She returned down the corridor from where she had come.

"It's Dave," she muttered to John, "he wants this file."

"Better get it then," replied John. 

Debbie was a little upset at his dismissive reaction but nonetheless she began to climb the ladder to the top shelf moving carefully from one step to the next. With each step she could sense the increased focus on her bottom. Turning her head she looked down and saw both John and Dave staring up her skirt at the gorgeous tanned flesh at the top of Debbie's luscious thighs.

"What the fuck….." she asked. The two men just smiled. 

"Come down," said John firmly. Somewhat reluctantly and with no-where else to go, Debbie descended. Upon reaching ground level she was grabbed by John, who kissed her hard. Debbie felt her lustful feelings rise once more and she kissed him back. Dave stood behind her. She felt him raise her short skirt and cup her buttocks. Her struggles were muffled by John's kiss and his tight grip on the back of her head, as Dave slipped her thong to one side. With little ceremony Debbie's wet cunt was filled by Dave's erect cock. She peeled her mouth away from John.

"No, please, not like this, please. Oohhhhhh.." She was fucked, hard, from behind by Dave. He pulled her yellow top free of her skirt and moved his hands under the fabric, cupping and feeling her firm breasts. Debbie moaned as she was raped in the filing corridor.

"Fuck me you bitch," spat Dave as her rode her. Then he squeezed her breasts painfully and came, shooting his massive load into her. He rammed his cock home until he had filled her. Then he withdrew. Debbie fell to her knees. Taking his cock in his hands Dave wiped the stringy residue of semen into her hair. Debbie couldn't stop him.

Suddenly she was pulled back to her feet. Her arms were held high above her head as her thong was, once again, moved to one side. This time John positioned his cock head against her cum soaked pussy. He shoved and once more Debbie was impaled. 

"Ohhhhhhh, please John, not here, no please." He laughed and fucked her hard. Once again she writhed under his touch, this time from his thick knob, as she was raped for a second time. He looked at her directly.

"This could have been so nice," she cried at him. 

"Shut it," he ordered as his strokes became faster. Then he too came, once again filling her with his spunk. She groaned, feeling utterly drained and used. He withdrew leaving a trail of sperm across her short pleated skirt. Debbie collapsed onto the floor. Dave bent down and reached for her groin. Taking her panties into his fist he pulled, ripping the fabric away from her body. She grunted as her cunt was exposed. Debbie was pulled tearfully to her feet. 

"We'll take the lift up," laughed John. The two men stepped into the lift, pushing Debbie ahead of them. She could not look at the two men, as she started to tuck her top into her skirt. Quickly her hands were moved away leaving her top hanging loose and she was slapped hard.

"Owwww," she screamed holding her face.

"You will get out here, just as you are."

"No, please, you can't. I have no panties on and my skirt is so short."

"And you smell of cum. Tough. Get out slut." With that Debbie was pushed out as John and Dave went up to the next floor, distancing themselves from her abused body.

Debbie stood in the lift foyer. She quickly tucked her top back in, but her bottom was naked, and she felt utterly humiliated.

She headed to her desk, and made her mind up to leave early today. She endured several accusing looks, especially from female colleagues. She desperately needed to leave as quickly as possible. Tears were welling up in her eyes.

Looking up she cried out. John was at her desk. What could he want now?

"Hi Debs, leaving early are we?" he said loudly. Debbie ignored him and continued to get her things together.

"You'll need these," he laughed. Debbie looked up in time to see him drop a pair of brief white panties on her desk. He must have had all this planned, a fact that hurt Debbie even more. It seemed as if the entire office had stopped their work to sample her humiliation.

"Just fuck off," she cried and, picking up the panties, she ran out into the corridor and pressed for the lift to take her away from this nightmare. 

She drove her car home at high speed oblivious to the other traffic and pedestrians. It was not until she came to a halt outside her house that she stopped to compose herself. She would go straight in and upstairs. She would clean herself up and change. Her mum would not have to know why she was home early and, after all, she had Emma to play with again this evening. Feeling a little more cheery she got out of the car and went into the house. Letting herself in with her key, she headed for the stairs.

"Hi mum, only me. I've finished early today. I'll be down soon."

Debbie did not hear the chuckle of Don Michael sitting comfortably in her front room, nor did she see the smile of his four burly henchmen when they heard her lovely female voice.

* * * * * 

Samantha Fielding, Debbie's stunning 41 year old mother and the equally beautiful 20 year old Emma Ross had been taken by their captors, the two men, to a secluded beach. Both girls stood on the sand at the waters edge and watched, horrified, as a line of 15 men filed through the rocks and into the cove. 

Samantha had been given clothes to cover her pierced and whipped body and now wore a clinging red dress with a pair of white panties underneath. Emma was wearing a white see-through top with a loose fitting white sarong and lacy white underwear underneath.

All the way from the woods to the beach that they were now at, the girls had been blindfold and tied. It had been an unbearably long journey during which Samantha worried about the fate of her daughter Debbie, as well as her own suffering. Emma was also concerned, but mixed that feeling with a tingle of excitement at her predicament.

Both girls now listened as the men barked out orders. They addressed Emma first.

"On your knees bitch." Emma fell immediately to the sand. She had already learned, painfully, not to disobey the men. She sensed a presence behind her and screamed in pain as her long golden hair was pulled harshly backwards forcing her head upwards.

Emma closed her eyes as the sun glared into her beautiful face. Walking around his captive the man holding her could see the slender beauty at his mercy in all of her glory. He could see her rounded breasts covered briefly by the white string top that clearly showed her skimpy bra underneath. He could also see Emma's equally skimpy pants covered by a knee length white sarong. He could feel his erection hardening. 

"Take the sarong off for us," he commanded, "and do not move your head." Emma, paused, delaying the action that would reveal her then semi naked and whip marked body. 

"Do it," he ordered. Remembering her previous beatings and numerous floggings, she reached for the large knot. A second or two later she had the flimsy material undone and floating gently down onto the sand. By virtue of her position, Emma's groin was thrust out. Each of the 17 men surrounding her drooled openly. 

"Hands on your head," came the next order. Again she complied. Emma felt her wrists held securely as were her ankles. She dare not look but sensed further agony as the man knelt down beside her. She felt something cold on her thigh. It was a knife. She screamed. 

"Calm down my beauty," came the patronizing comment. "Now my men and I will fuck you. First we will rip off your clothes, then we will hold you down on the sand and, one by one, we will fuck you. The edge to our little game is that the one of us who makes you come will receive the prize money we have all gambled. So, you had better come quickly, because if you don't we will keep screwing you 'til you do."

Emma was nearly sick. But she dare not move.

"Oh yes, I nearly forgot. For each fuck you receive you will be cut right here on your thigh, so that you will have a permanent reminder of our time together."

Emma screamed as she was pinned down. She screamed louder as her panties were torn away. She groaned as the first cock entered her. 

By the time they were finished and Emma was left gasping after her orgasm, she had 21 small cuts on her left thigh!!

Samantha had watched all this in horror. They had forced her to witness the horrific gang rape suffered by Emma, who no longer felt a tingle of excitement just a complete humiliation. Samantha knelt now, at their mercy, on the sand. They had watched her in silence once they had finished with Emma until Samantha saw their groins harden and knew it was her turn next.

"What are you going to do to me?" Samantha whimpered. Her mind raced as she was at the halfway point between confusion and terror. 

"Kneel…. your knees wide apart….hands flat on the sand….and do it at the water's edge….now!"

Samantha had obeyed every command. Her gorgeous long hair fell around her shoulders, and her rounded, firm, bra-less breasts battled for freedom with the clinging red fabric of her dress. Leaning forward slightly to comply with their full instructions Samantha's bottom was raised and highlighted the outline of her sexy thong panties. 

She looked scared, very scared.

"While we fuck you, think of Debbie your gorgeous daughter. She is already in the hands of Don Michael. We owed him a fortune and he has wiped our slate clean in return for the use of Debbie. Think what that might mean."

Samantha began to sob.

"So Samantha, choose your fate. We can rape you, whip you or stake you out on the sand and place crabs on your naked body. Which will it be?" she was asked gleefully.

Samantha was shocked to her core. She couldn't speak let alone select an answer.

"Oh it goes without saying that you will be stripped naked whatever the choice. Come on choose, we can't wait any longer. Come on!!!!"

"I..I..I..I..c'ant…I..I..can't ….." she muttered incoherently.

"Okay you stupid bitch, then it will be all three,"

"No please, no,no,no……" she begged as her beautiful slender body was thrown between the gang and piece by ripped piece she was stripped of her red dress and white panties. 

Some time later, as Samantha was thrown onto the grassy dunes, she winced as the lash marks that had whipped down on her body mixed with the agonizing claw marks of the crabs. She awaited the seventeenth, and final, cock to inflict yet another painful rape upon her beaten but still beautiful body.

Samantha had been well and truly defeated.

* * * * * 

A large hand gripped the curtains in the front room of the Fielding house. Debbie had changed her come stained clothes for a tight, short, cropped sports vest and a pair of brief white cotton shorts. She looked stunning, as usual. Unfortunately, for Debbie, she came bounding down the stairs rejuvenated by the thoughts of Emma, straight into the arms of one of Don Michael's heavy bouncers.

Before she had the chance to speak, Debbie had been gagged, blindfold and her wrists lashed cruelly behind her back. She now knelt before Don Michael her arms held straight and high behind her on a rope lead. Her body was forced down and her head bowed. She was confused, aching and terrified.

"Well my pretty one, you are even more beautiful than I was made to believe. I shall have hours of fun stripping, torturing and fucking you."

Debbie began to shake with fear as she muffled her terrified protest into the ball gag. She sensed a presence near to her as Don Michael knelt down at her side. She winced as he let his fingers roam lightly over her firm breasts, and sucked in her breath as he moved her lovely long hair away from her neck and kissed her softly, licking her skin. 

Then, suddenly, changing the mood in a split second he grabbed her hair and pulled it harshly back causing pain both to her head and her shoulders, as she was pulled in the opposite direction to her natural position given the fact that her wrists were held high behind her back.

She would have been even more scared, if that were possible, if she had seen the large bulging erection now present in Don Michael's trousers.

"Bring her," he ordered simply, standing up. Debbie was pulled to her feet, and dressed only in her skimpy top and shorts, she was lead barefoot out into the street, where, surrounded by the 5 men, she was bundled into the back of a white van.

* * * * *

Having endured a journey that seemed endless, Debbie had felt the van screech to a halt and she had been bundled, still tied, gagged and blindfold, out of the van and into a building. She now stood in the middle of a large open room. The 5 men who had first captured her had been joined, unbeknown to Debbie of course, by another 12 of Don Michael's team.

"String her up," Don Michael stated simply. Debbie felt her arms stretched high behind her as the rope was looped over a pulley in the high ceiling and fastened to a turning lever on the wall. This action forced Debbie into a position that saw her bent over, her back at a parallel to the ground and her arms pulled high and straight. It also meant that a turn of the handle stretched her even more over the pulley.

"This is Debbie Fielding. All say hello to her." Each man, in turn, gave his greeting to Debbie.

"Hi Debbie," "Hello Debbie," "Hiya Debs," and so it went on. 

Although she was gagged and blindfold, she could hear quite clearly that there were at 17 voices that were all different. She could imagine what this meant to her immediate future.

Don Michael moved to her. She felt his hands roam over her lovely firm bottom, covered by the tight fabric of the brief shorts. Pressing his hardened groin into her, Don Michael reached forward and undid the gag. Debbie spat it out spluttering to get her mouth moist again.

"Please, please don't hurt me. What do you want, what have I done?" she begged once her voice had returned. 

"Shut it bitch," came the stinging reply, " you will be our whore and our toy for as long as we want you to be. Open her mouth up."

Debbie did not know what this meant, but she was soon to find out. 

Her initial protests were quickly muffled as a gag like device was fastened around her head, but instead of the ball been forced into her mouth Debbie felt, to her great discomfort, a padded wire shape extending into her mouth and pressing down onto her tongue. The opening forced her mouth into a wide O shape into which, she knew, any phallic like object could be placed. The very presence of the device was bad enough, but the fact that it was three inches across the opening held Debbie's jaw very wide indeed. 

Debbie shook her head frantically from side to side, until she felt her long hair bunched into a pony tail and pulled hard. A piece of thick, new, white rope was wound tightly around the start point of the bunch and then the single white strand was platted with Debbie's own hair making release from the rope impossible. As the plat grew the more Debbie's head was pulled up and her neck painfully stretched. Once complete, the remaining end of the rope was secured to the other rope length stretching her arms. This now meant that if the handle on the wall was cranked both her arms and her neck would be agonisingly stretched.




Capture in The Woods Ch. 4



Don Michael hadn't finished yet. He moved behind Debbie and caressed her lovely tight bottom. Gripping the flimsy material of her shorts he yanked them down her legs and away from her body. His eyes lit up as he followed her long tanned legs up and up until they disappeared into the naked flesh of her pussy and anus. 

"No panties eh? You must have been expecting this. Ha, ha, ha!" he mocked. Debbie couldn't speak or move her head. She simply screwed her eyes shut squeezing a solitary tear from under the blindfold onto her gorgeous face. 

She expected to feel his cock or his finger penetrate her next, but instead her legs were kicked apart, about 4 feet, making her very unsteady and putting most of her weight onto her arms and head via the rope ties. Her ankles were then secured to floor bolts. She was now utterly helpless. Although she couldn't see, Debbie groaned inwardly as the handle on the wall was turned. The pulley pulled the rope tighter. Debbie's arms were stretched further, which resulted in her back lowering and her bottom being raised even more. Her shoulders were squeezed together and her firm breasts, fighting to get free from her tight top, were made even more pendulous. 

However, worst of all was the fact that her neck was stretched upwards leaving her in a very painful position and her stretched oral passage accessible at groin level to the surrounding men.

Finally her blindfold was removed. The instinctive blinking of her eyes allowed Debbie to focus on her surroundings in time to see the 17 men in the room all staring hungrily in her direction. Her thoughts turned to panic and despair.

"I have some business to attend to. She is yours for the time being. But do not penetrate her cunt. I will be the first among us to do that. Everything else is for your pleasure. I shall return shortly to inflict my own personal tastes on our lovely captive." With that Don Michael left the room.

Debbie watched in terror as one of the many men approached her. He held more rope in his hands, which he used to bind tightly around her elbows. This forced her arms further together in almost unbearable agony. She could not move a muscle. Nor could she speak, but Debbie could indeed see and feel which was enough to induce the fear she now experienced.

Having secured her arms even tighter the man returned to Debbie's face. Her mouth was accurately positioned at groin level so she had a fine view of the man as he wound down his zipper and flipped out his erect cock. Her eyes opened wide. There was no need for any encouragement on his part to make her open her mouth, nor any fear of her using her teeth. Debbie's throat had become a hole to be screwed. 

He inserted his stiff penis into the framed opening. It rubbed against the padded sides for the first few inches until it passed through to the inside her warm oral cavern. Further he pushed until he touched the back of her throat causing Debbie to gag. Then he began to fuck her mouth. First he was gentle and slow, but he soon became lost in the act and he gripped Debbie's hair painfully as his strokes became hard and fast. 

"Take me bitch," he groaned as he slammed home his tool. Faster and faster he rode until the inevitable happened. His back arched and he groaned long and loud as he spilled his seed into her throat. Debbie gagged, but she could do nothing. Shot after shot of thick semen pumped into her until he finally came to rest. His panting body moved away from her as he released her hair and left a thick line of cum connecting his cock to Debbie's mouth. As he pulled away it broke leaving a trace of pale white seed hanging from her chin.

As soon as he was free from a second man was upon her. Again his thick shaft impaled her mouth, and again she could do nothing to influence his actions as he too fucked her mouth until his spunk joined that of his colleague. 

By the time the tenth man slammed his groin to her face Debbie had swallowed gallons of male sperm and had gallons more adorning her face, hair and vest top.

She was only semi conscious and her jaw was numb but Debbie still registered her surprise as the next man ignored her mouth and moved behind her.

"I'm not following ten of you into her mouth, give me another hole," he chuckled. Debbie could not speak but her wide eyes, even in her mindless state, registered her panic as she felt his rough hands roam over her buttocks. She had led a fairly promiscuous life, but she had never had anal sex, and she didn't want it now. However, she had no choice. Sensing the tightness of her bottom the man lubricated her with oil, rubbing his finger around her sensitive hole. She tensed as he delved inside. Although held tight by her bonds Debbie bucked slightly as a single digit drove home to the knuckle. Feeling her squirming deliciously around his finger he laughed.

"Shit, if this is how you react to my finger wait 'til you get a taste of this." With that he removed his finger and nudged his cock to her entrance. She screwed her eyes shut as he introduced the first inch. Then shoving forcefully, aided by the lubricant, the second inch was followed by the third until more resistance meant a harder push was required. A plop signalled that Debbie's sphincter muscle had been breached and her anal virginity lost. Even under the severe oral gag the man was sure he heard a low groan from the beautiful, bound girl.

Now he could really go to town. Debbie took all nine inches of him inside her bottom as he fucked and fucked for all he was worth. His nails raked down her back as lust overcame him. Harder he rode her, his long shaft disappearing then reappearing every time he impaled her. Then a loud yell and a vigorous jerk signalled his climax and he filled Debbie with cum. Thrust after thrust secured more sperm in her anus as he completely emptied himself. 

Finishing the act he withdrew. Sperm ran down her thighs, and she couldn't even hang her head in shame. 

The next man took his position and held her trembling hips to steady her. Entry was easier the second time around, as Debbie was, again, penetrated by a long, thick cock. This time though she also saw a hard shaft at her face and, as if in sequence, the penetration of her bottom was followed by a cock filling her mouth. Both men fucked hard as Debbie was painfully raped from the front and back. Her hips and hair were held tight as they rammed home their lust filled bodies inside the gorgeous girl.

For several long minutes they fucked her until both men seemed to cum at once. 

"Yesssssssssssssssssss!" hissed the man at her throat as her removed his cock and blatantly hosed Debbie's face with sperm. As if this wasn't painfully degrading enough the man behind her reared his body and exploded in climax into her bottom, filling her with thick, white sperm.

The four remaining men used her as they wished until all 17 men had satisfied themselves for the first time in Debbie's beautiful body. 

Don Michael returned to the proceedings. Looking around he smiled. All of his men sat around, relaxed, some with their limp cocks hanging out, and some, clearly, almost ready for a second turn. Then Don Michael rubbed his own stiff erection when he saw Debbie. The bound 20 year old girl looked shattered. Her face and hair were covered in sperm as were her thighs. Her back was scratched and her vest top torn. 

Moving to the wall he turned the handle once more. Debbie's arms and neck were stretched even more, beyond the belief of what she thought possible. Every muscle and every joint in her gorgeously abused body cried out for relief.

"So, my sweet, you have enjoyed our hospitality so far, have you?" he laughed. "Well now you shall please me." 

With that Don Michael signalled to his men to leave the vast room to him and his captive, alone. Reluctantly the men trooped out. The large gang leader reached out to Debbie's head and released the gag. In her semi conscious state, Debbie's jaw dropped stiffly open as a thick stream of residual sperm leaked out and ran down her chin.

"Dirty whore," laughed Don Michael, as he unhooked a powerful water gun from the wall. Flicking the trigger he unleashed a powerful jet of freezing cold water onto Debbie's poor body. He moved closer to her aiming at her face, back and thighs. Moving behind her he took aim at her bottom and steadily moved the jet nearer until the nozzle of the gun was touching her skin and the ice cold stream was focussed on her anus.

"Noooooooooooo!" yelled Debbie finding her voice and sensing his intentions. Her fears were realised as Don Michael forced the gun into her bottom penetrating her and shooting the strong gush of foaming cold water into her bowels. She groaned as she received an enema flushing out all the spunk left by the gang. Then it stopped. The gun was withdrawn and Debbie heard it drop with a loud clatter to the floor. The water that had distended her flat, tanned stomach slightly flowed freely out of her bringing the thick seed with it. Debbie moaned loudly at the relief she felt.

Don Michael moved to her front. Debbie looked up and screamed. He faced her with a large carving knife in his hands. He knelt down so his face looked straight at hers. 

"No, please don't hurt me any more," she begged.

"Shut up. I'll do what I like, which is exactly what I have paid for." With that he laid the flat of the blade against Debbie's cheek. She whimpered as she felt the razor sharp edge of the knife. Don Michael laughed.

"Kiss your friend," he mocked as the blade passed over Debbie's mouth. Reluctantly she pursed her lips and lightly touched the blade. It moved back to her cheek. She held her breath as the flat steel was turned and the razor edge touched her. The tense inaction on her part turned to a scream as he applied a little pressure and dragged the blade lightly across her cheek leaving behind a dark red trail in a superficial cut. He stepped back and admired the 4 inch long line that dripped ruby red onto the floor. Debbie almost panted with relief when the knife was taken away from her.

Don Michael stared hungrily at her, his cock bursting to be free. In a flash he was upon her once more. The knife moved to her body and taking her soaking wet top in his hands he quickly and expertly cut the fabric freeing her gorgeous breasts. 

"Oh yes, look at those," he gloated. 2 more cuts and he peeled the top away from her completely. Debbie watched as he moved to a cupboard on the wall, only to return moments later with a device that looked remarkably like a staple gun. As he moved to her breasts she guessed his intention.

Debbie could not move at all, but she screamed as the device was placed over her erect nipple and a sharp single needle pierced her. Moving away from his first effort Don Michael moved to the sobbing Debbie's other breast. Soon both nipples were sporting a small clean hole. 

The large hunk of a man reached into his pocket. Debbie could not move her neck to look down, so she could not see the 3 pound weights at the end of a small strong, yet delicate, chain. However, she certainly felt them, as first one then the other nipple had the chains inserted into the pierced holes. She groaned as her breasts now stretched in an entirely new direction, with the weights pulling towards the floor. Debbie's body was stiff beyond feeling. She was in agony.

Don Michael moved behind her. Taking the water gun her sprayed her bottom once more, refreshing the glistening wet sheen covering her skin on that, most attractive, part of her body. Taking the knife he placed the point of the blade against her. She flinched as her nerves sensed its presence. Again she screamed as he dragged the knife across her bottom leaving, not one, but two cuts, in parallel, spanning 5 inches either side of her anus.

"Now I'm going to whip your arse with a bamboo cane. You know that would be bad enough but you have wet skin with 2 cuts, just waiting to heighten the pain."

"No, oh no, don't," she whimpered. "You son of a bitch," she whispered as she saw him reach for the long slender bamboo cane, and return to his position behind her. 

Debbie tensed her body as best she could as she heard the whistle of the cane split the air and stripe her bottom. In her numb state she was able to hear the water splash as the cane struck home, but split seconds later Debbie registered an agonising bolt of sharp pain and yelled so loudly that she thought it was someone else's voice telling her how terrible it was.

"FF.F,FF.F..UCKKKKKKKK!" she screamed.

"Oh yeah, Debs, talk dirty," mocked her captor as he swung back his arm once more and added a second stripe.

For 10 whole minutes Don Michael flogged Debbie's bottom. Stripe after red stripe adorned her bottom as the blood from the cuts mixed with the water to create a highly sensitive, beautiful patch for him to aim at. Debbie could not move at all in her bonds but she screamed and yelled and groaned until, just as she was on the point of blacking out, it stopped. Again she heard a clatter as Don Michael, lustful beyond reason, dropped the cane and almost tore his trousers off.

Debbie could not see his massive knob burst free, but she felt it as it nudged at her pussy. Yet again, on this awful day, Debbie was to be vaginally raped. She was wet on the outside from the water, which was enough to allow the large man to force his cock into her. Penetrated, Debbie screamed. The scream turn to a deep moan as the initial penetration turned to a full impalement and he rammed home the full 9 inches of his erect weapon.

Her sound, secure bondage made it easy for him to shag her as she simply took his full force without moving. He fucked hard and fast, as Debbie panted, wide eyed. The only merciful element was that Don Michael was so full of desire that he quickly came with a loud groan and a final series of mighty thrusts, filling her with spunk.

"Oh yes, fuck me, oh yes, you beautiful girl, DEBBIE……." He screamed her name as if he loved her, and, for a brief few climactic moments maybe he did. He soon came to rest and pulled out of her, disdainfully depositing a trail of seed down the shapely length of her thigh.

Leaving her to stand, bent and stretched in her bonds and painfully shattered, he sat down to look admiringly at his stunning captive. 

She was motionless. A tear ran down her cheek and mingled with the cum on her chin. Her eyes were half closed, lost in the acts being performed on her lovely body. Debbie watched as Don Michael got up. He took a box from the wall and approached his young, bound captive. He opened the box. Inside was a set of 3 dildos. He held them up to her.

"Pick one slut, or else I'll use all 3!" he commanded. Debbie looked at the selection as he paraded them in front of her secured head. She could see 1 that had small metal spikes on the surface all facing towards the base. He sensed her looking at that particular one.

"Oh that one is fine going in, all nice and smooth but on its way out those spikes will rip you to shreds," he laughed. The other two were not quite that bad but one was at least 6 inches round and the second one was at least 12 inches long.

"Choose slut, or else it's all of 'em."

Debbie could see his cock twitching into action again before her face. She looked at the dildos again and selected the long phallus to be used on her. 

"Good girl," chuckled Don Michael as he placed the box down and took the selected phallus round to Debbie's rear. 

"Please don't, no more, please, I hurt so much," she groaned. Her pleas only inflamed Don Michael's desire even more. Debbie felt the large object touch the delicate folds of her pussy and she flinched. She was still damp from when he had fucked her and the initial couple of inches slipped into her easily. She grunted at this new invasion of her cunt. 

"Can you feel it bitch, do you want it all?" 

Debbie closed her eyes and whimpered softly as inch after additional inch was inserted into her. 6, 7 then 8 inches became 9, 10 then a full 12 inches was fully embedded between the pink folds of her labia. She groaned now as the length of the object impaled her like nothing ever had before. 

"Please take it out please."

But Don Michael wasn't finished yet. He reached down and took a wired clip connected to the end of the dildo shaft. This he clipped painfully to her sensitive clitoris.

"Owwww!" she yelped as the teeth of the clip bit into her. He walked back around to face her.

"Enjoy!" he stated simply. With that he flicked a switch on the remote control that he held and the dildo sprung into action. The vibrations sent Debbie wild as she strained against the bonds holding her whole body tight. But what made her moan loudly was the frequent electrical pulse that passed between the phallus and her clitoris. The torture was served with an equal amount of pleasure and pain. Debbie writhed as much as she could, enjoying the deep invasion of her vagina, yet wanting the device removed.

"Take it out, you must take it out, pleeeease."

Don Michael saw her state and began to stroke his now erect again cock. Debbie opened her eyes wide and stared as his hand pumped the long shaft of flesh revealing the purple head, slick and shiny. He began to feel the spunk rising in him once more. Both participants in the erotic scene neared orgasm.

"Oh no, here it comes again," she groaned as he pumped his cock even harder and faster. Sensing her on coming orgasm he moved behind her and just as he was about to shoot his own load he sensed that her climax was almost upon her and rammed home his now erect again knob between her bottom cheeks. She was still moist from the earlier enema but he had to force his way in. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh F..U..C..K," swore Debbie as she felt him deep in her bowels.

Then she came.

And he came.

The mix of agony and ecstasy drove her wild and Debbie gyrated as far as the bondage would allow humping her groin at an unseen object. The vibrator did its job well and the electric shocks simply highlighted her pleasure. He pumped his groin hard 3,4, 5 times emptying the last of his seed into her arse. 

Debbie whimpered softly as she felt his cock soften as the essence of his ardour disappeared. He withdrew and Debbie felt his sperm trickle out of her bottom and down the insides of her thigh. 

Suddenly she was shocked back to life as the unwelcome impalement of her arse by the vibrating monster between her cheeks carried on fucking her. Having climaxed only seconds earlier her pussy was extremely sensitive and acutely reactive to the onslaught to which she was being subjected. The pleasure from only moments earlier had turned to agony and she begged for relief from its persistent touch.

"Please, please stop it. Ohhhhh, please," but Don Michael simply strutted triumphantly around his captive mocking her situation as the vibrator drove on and on.

Soon Debbie began to writhe again. He watched smiling, embracing the power he held over this beautiful girl. His cock twitched once more as another orgasm consumed her, but he resisted the temptation to screw her arse again.

"Enjoy my little whore, I'll be back for you soon."

"No, please don't leave me, not like this Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

But with that Don Michael left the bound and impaled Debbie alone to enjoy the experience of the unwelcome invader to the utmost. 

Two hours later a semi conscious Debbie was released. First her hair was unplatted allowing her aching neckto come free. Then her arms and wrists were released and finally her legs were freed from the spreader bar. Debbie was completely unbound but she could do nothing but lay groaning in agony on the cold warehouse floor. She had certainly repaid the debt for which she had been taken many times over.

* * * * *

It was Tuesday morning and the dawn broke over the Fielding household. A small chink in the curtain of the main bedroom shed a beam of sunlight across a stunning length of naked female flesh. Samantha Fielding slept, still consumed by a deep sleep. Her wrists were fastened high above her head to the top of the bed, and, laying on her back, her beautiful body displayed the whip marks from her experience at the hands of her captors.




Capture in The Woods Ch. 4



Next to Samantha lay the two younger girls. Emma and Debbie had been laid face to face, their breasts fastened to each other by 2 short 4-inch chains inserted in their newly pierced nipples. This meant their lovely faces were just inches from each other. The girls looked into each other's eyes. Their bodies still ached with the agony of the whippings and torture they had suffered only a short while ago. It was only 48 hours since Emma had set out on her bogus photo shoot. She had endured much since then, like her beautiful new mate.

"Emma," muttered Debbie.

"What," said Emma, a little bluntly.

"Kiss me," 

"What,"

"Kiss me, please kiss me before my mum wakes up."

Emma looked at Debbie. Momentarily all of the lust that she had experienced over the last 2 days resurfaced.

"Only if you promise that you will tie me up again later you gorgeous, beautiful, shaggable slut."

Debbie smiled slightly as Emma moved her face forward, and she moaned softly as their lovely red lips met.

THE END.

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This is the last chapter from the "Into the Woods" series. If you have enjoyed this latest instalment then please read chapters 1-3 also available through Literotica.

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