****** A Walk in the Woods by SirWayne ******
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A Walk in the Woods


This is a fictional story about D/s and bestiality. If you don't like this sort
of thing, don't read it. If you do, ENJOY!


Imagine that you are walking in the woods. It is raining softly, but it is not
particularly cold. Can you feel the raindrops on your head? Can you smell the
clean scent in the air? You can here a stream running nearby. You smell the
moist woodsy smell of the earth and feel its springy texture under foot. This
place seems familiar, but you've never really been in this part of the woods
before.

As you walk along you become aware of the scent of a wood fire. You can smell
the aroma of the burning wood and it attracts you. It is near dusk now and the
weather is getting cooler. The thought of being in by a fire really appeals to
you. You know there is a storm brewing and this light rain will get worse . . .
soon.

You come to a fork in the path. You see that the fork on the left is lined with
stones and goes slightly downhill and towards the sound of the running stream.
You follow this path for perhaps half a mile and you come to a stone cottage
that blends in so well with the surrounding forest it almost disappears. The
smell of the fireplace is coming from the cottage. You are nervous, but not
afraid as you approach the wide solid oak door fitted with iron hinges and a
large iron ring door knocker.

You lift the iron ring and knock once on the door, it sounds very solid. You
can faintly hear boot steps on a slate floor. The door slowly creaks open. A
tall man, dressed in black jodhpurs, a black silk shirt and polished black
riding boots invites you in out of the rain. The man is elegant and has very
piercing blue eyes. You can feel power radiating from this man. He speaks to
you softly "I've been expecting you." His voice is low and sexy. "Do not be
afraid", he tells you. He gently, but firmly takes your hands, attaches soft
wrist restraints to them and clips them behind your back. He puts a black
leather blindfold over your eyes. You hear the sound of a lock being turned
solidly.

The man puts his long index finger inside your blouse and hooks it on the tiny
strap between you bra cups and tells you to obey him completely or be punished.
He asks you if you will do this. You say "Yes."

He slaps your face, enough to sting, but not enough to really hurt. "Yes, SIR!"
he demands. Now you are beginning to get a little frightened, but you also
notice that you are getting wet between your legs. You also notice that when he
put his face near you, that he smells of a spicy, sweet scent and that his
breath was clean.

He walks you down a hallway and takes you through a room and into another area.
You can hear the fireplace and smell the wood burning. You hear the sounds of
glasses tinkling with ice. You realize there are others in the room. You hear
muted voices talking about you. Suddenly you hear a sharp click. Then you feel
an pointed blade next to your skin. As the blade slices through your blouse and
bra, you realize that the blade moves without any tugging on the clothes. . .
it must be very sharp! The sexy voice whispers in your ear to hold very still.
The next thing you feel is your pant leg being sliced open from the floor up
the inside of your left leg. Can you imagine how that feels when the fabric
parts as if by some magic hand?

The sexy voice whispers in your ear again, "You're turned on, aren't you? I can
smell your arousal. Your musk." You don't know what to say. You feel his soft
fingers grip the sides of your cheeks firmly. He puts his lips on yours and you
feel as though you were jolted by an electric current. He asks you again, "
You're turned on, aren't you? Answer me!" You say softly, Yes Sir. The blade
enters your right pant leg and slices slowly toward your core. Your legs are
visible but the pants are still on you. You still have on the remains of your
blouse and bra but they are hanging open in the front.

You start at his touch on your breast. It is a soft caress. He then plays with
your nipple and teases it until it is hard. He plays with your other breast
until you think you will go mad from the torment. Then he roughly squeezes both
tender nipples until you cry out. He continues to torment them until you think
you'll faint from the pain/pleasure. You are very wet now and your breathing is
quick. You want to cum. You want to feel his touch.

Your hands are unclipped, but the wrist restraints are left on. Your coat,
blouse and bra are removed. You hear the sound of chains moving over metal.
Your wrists are lifted up and clipped to chains that seem to hang from the
ceiling. You shoes and socks are removed and then you feel that blade again at
the waistband of the remains of your pants. A slight tug and the pants fall
away from your body. You are standing with your hands above your head with only
your panties on. He says to, "You have beautiful breasts and a very nice ass."
His hand slips between your legs and he says, "My, my, you have soaked your
panties". His touch on your pussy is exciting and maddening because it brings
you no relief.

You feel restraints being placed around your ankles and your legs are spread
opened. A rod is clipped to each ankle cuff. Your legs are now held apart. The
blade touches your belly, it's cold on your tummy. It slips down toward your
panties and slides inside. You feel the panties part as if the wind had blown
them off with a gentle breeze. They fall at your feet. There are murmurings in
the room. A suede whip is laid across your shoulder. Can you smell the leather?
The whip consists of twenty-eight flat strands about 1/2" wide each. The sexy
voice tells you that you are to be whipped for your naughty behavior.

The first stroke lands and you think, "This isn't bad. It feels like a suede
caress." The strokes go on and cover your back, the back of your legs and your
cute little ass. You lose count after thirty or so strokes. They don't hurt, as
a matter of fact they become almost like massage percussion. Then, while the
lashes go on, you feel the unmistakable feeling of a woman softly licking at
your labia and clit. As the licking gets more intense, so does the flogging.
She stops just before you can cum. She moves up and takes a nipple in her mouth
and plays with it with her tongue. Then she takes the other nipple and teases
it. By now you are begging to cum. You are sooooo close, your pussy is soooo
wet. Your body is trembling with pent-up desire and need.

Suddenly, the feel of the strokes on your back changes from the suede flogger
to something with more bite to it (a braided cat, you learn later). Now you
begin to process pain on your ass and the back of your legs along with the
sexual tension. Soon, the pain becomes as necessary to this moment as your need
to cum. You feel as though you are floating, it is a feeling of complete bliss
unlike any you have experienced before. The lashes cease but now you feel your
self being unclipped from the chains and being forced to your knees. You are
tied over a low ottoman with your ass in the air and your legs tied open. You
are obscenely exposed. You feel a large cock penetrate you and begin to move
slowly driving you toward release. You feel soft fingers touching your clit.
Then the cock suddenly withdraws.

You are aware of deep silence around you. You become aware of the sound of your
breathing and your heart pounding in your chest. You hear a door open and a
cold draft blows, briefly over your body making you shiver. You feel a cold
nose right on your asshole as a rough tongue licks you from clit to butt. The
tongue seems entirely too long. It can cover so much of your pussy and ass in
one swipe. There is an inhuman character to this tongue. First it is too long
and now it seems to be almost machine like in its ability to lick you without
ceasing. You stop trying to figure out what it is and lose yourself in the
orgasm that is building in your belly. It is one of those orgasms that builds
slowly, but oh so powerfully that you feel like you are going to explode. Then
the ripples in your stomach begin and you begin to cum on this ever licking
tongue. Once, then again and again. You lose count of the orgasms. Vaguely, you
hear the sound of people clapping their hands. Cheering you and Brutus on. Who
is Brutus...WHAT is Brutus? Suddenly, in mid lick the tongue stops.

The next thing you feel is a hairy beast climbing on your back. Its hands,
smaller than human hands, grip you very powerfully. It seems to be very heavy
and covered in hair. Suddenly, it dawns on you...Brutus is a DOG. A large,
powerful dog. You begin to feel a pointed cock poking at your exposed ass and
pussy. He seems to be having problems finding an entrance. Then, WHAM he finds
the entrance to your pussy. The next thing you know he is fucking you like a
jack hammer gone wild. You can feel hot liquid searing your insides and an
incredible pressure at the opening of your pussy. Suddenly, Brutus drives into
very hard and you feel as though your are being split in two. He slows down his
frantic humping, but there seems to be a large tennis ball shape growing just
inside your vagina. The pressure on your G-spot is driving you crazy and you
begin to cum. You can feel Brutus pumping his hot doggy semen into and that
sends you over the edge again. You are making incoherent noises and then you
feel a cock at your mouth. You are so hot you want cocks everywhere at once.
Just like a bitch in heat you think to yourself.

The fucking goes on for hours. Sometimes dog, sometimes man, sometimes women
have used your body for their pleasure. You seem to be covered in cum. You ache
in places you didn't know you had. Then hands unclip you and strip your
restraints off. Then you feel a large man pick you up as though you were
nothing more than a feather and carry you down a hallway. Your blindfold is
removed and the man puts you in a tub filled with scented bath oil and hot
water. Women come to bathe you and wash your hair. You are soooooo tired you
could sleep forever.........

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