A Walk in the Hills

I have no idea whether if was five or fifty minutes before my first visitor. Because of the blindfold, because I was restrained, my senses seemed heightened and, even with the hood muffling the sound I could hear the creak as the shed door opened. I was acutely aware of my status, bent over the horse with my legs held wide open. There was nothing I could do, no way to protect myself, no way to stop whomever it was doing whatever they wanted and, somehow reassured by this I even relaxed as I waited.

There were one or two noises in the background and then harsh, masculine hands held my butt cheeks apart as more lubricant was pushed into my anus, closely followed by a prick pushing into me. A soft grunt as the ring of my sphincter was breached and the prick that slid inside me confirmed that my abuser was male. Bob? No, he hadn’t shown himself to be man enough; he’d be far more apologetic. Steve? No, his massive girth would have stretched me beyond endurance, lubricant or not. This had to be Randy, once again at the head of the queue, once again the first to get his kicks out of abusing my body.

Randy seemed to be taking his time, long slow strokes sliding back and forth, savouring the sensations rather than making the brutal attacks he had performed when playing to an audience and, despite a certain amount of discomfort, my bondage induced compliance meant that instead of fighting it I was relaxing into it. I knew as a certainty that I should despise being treated this way, that this blatant exploitation of my body, this use without consent, this rape, should appal me but my body played against this, I was held not just by the straps but also by urges deep within me, urges that told me I was a worthless slave and that to be treated like this was right and proper.

The sex was strangely impersonal; although I knew it was Randy who was using me it could have been anyone, not even a person, just an anonymous prick sliding back and forth with no thought to my pleasure, no thought as to how I felt at all. In my head I could imagine being held like that, hooded and bound, whilst total strangers used me, my anus no more than a suitable orifice whereby they got their release. This idea of a dystopian existence, of a soulless prostitution sent shivers through me, shivers that excited more than they appalled.

Meanwhile, physically, just as when Kelly has used me, the rocking back and forth was pressing my pussy into the top of the horse and I couldn’t help but respond. Whether I wished it or not I was powerless to stop myself and, as far as the straps allowed, I raised my buttocks, welcoming my attacker. It wasn’t much, I was very tightly held, but it was enough for Randy to spot.

“That’s right, bitch.” He snarled. “You’re loving every moment of this, aren’t you? Any bitch fucked by Randy can’t help herself. Tell me how you love it; tell me how you love having my prick rammed up your ass.”

I was so shocked by his arrogance that I couldn’t answer at first. I’d always known that Randy was full of himself but for him to believe that it was him, not my circumstances, that was turning me on, that it was his prick above all the other stimuli, that aroused me showed a staggering lack of awareness of what was going on. Back at the river Randy the despoiler, Randy the rapist, Randy the dominant had played to my proclivities and been part of my unbidden orgasm. Here his attempts to be the stud, albeit an unwelcome one, his belief that I would appreciate what he was doing, just made him pathetic and burst the bubble of my rising arousal. Karen might be cruel and vicious but at least she understood what drove me. Part of me rebelled, part of me wanted to tell him how pathetic he was, how misguided to think that any woman could worship someone as conceited, as smugly self satisfied as him.

“Well, bitch, cat got your tongue. Tell Master Randy how you like his prick up your ass or it will be all the worse for you.”

I tried to respond but the gag was too much and no more than muffled squawks escaped.

“I can’t hear you.” He sneered. “You had better try harder then.”

“Fuck you, you bastard, fuck you and your useless prick.” I screamed letting the gag mangle the words into a meaningless series of guttural sounds.

“That’s right, bitch. Tell me how much your love it.” Randy naturally assumed I was praising him and, in response, upped the tempo, urging himself on as much as me. Again and again he demanded that I tell him how much I wanted him and, each time, I responded with a torrent of abuse that he, in his arrogance, took to be praise. He started to pant with exertion and I could tell that the toll of the day was telling, there was an air of desperation as, with an almost frenetic burst of frantic pumping, he finally climaxed and again I felt the warm fluid of his sperm being pumped inside me.

Almost immediately he grew flaccid and withdrew. I could hear him panting and wheezing as he fumbled around, presumably cleaning himself off before I heard the door creak and I was alone again, waiting for the next visitor.

I must have drifted off for a while because I never heard the door and the next thing I knew was the sensation of nails, feminine nails, being dragged across my flesh. Once more I was playing the guessing game. Kelly? No, this was too subtle and, anyway, I didn’t believe that Kelly was capable of independent action. Karen? I doubted it; she seemed to be saving her attack up for later, later when my defences were even lower, and this anonymous teasing was not her style. That left Mel, sweet little innocent Mel, whose nails were reaching for my nipple, taking it squeezing it, crushing it, the pressure of the sharp nails digging into my sensitive flesh until…

Whereas my screams for Randy had been faked, a game to play to amuse myself as much as my attacker, there was nothing faked this time. Her nails dug into my flesh until I was sure she would draw blood; it felt as if she were trying to rip the nipple right off. When, at last she relented the respite was short before she turned her attention to the other nipple with equal ferocity. Any complacency I might have had was gone; Mel was determined to hurt me far, far, beyond what I could take and her pleasure seemed to entirely consist of seeing me in pain. She hadn’t removed the gag to hear me scream, nor was she taunting me, or indeed, talking to me in any way.

Once again she moved, this time to behind me and I felt her hand delving below me parting my lips reaching inside, reaching for my clitoris and…

If my nipple had been agony then there is simply no word to describe how my clitoris felt. This was worse, ten times worse and the pain just went on and on and on. Every muscle in my body strained against my bonds, every fibre within me screamed and screamed and screamed until, suddenly, with no rhyme, no reason, she just stopped. There was a pause of maybe five seconds before the next squeeze, the next onslaught, the next cacophony of pain tearing my body apart. I couldn’t take it but I had to take it, I had no choice, no escape, no release until, at last, she relented and let go. Sobbing, shaking exhausted I collapsed against my bonds willing the pain to subside. Mel came round and crouched down by my head.

“That’s just a taster, a taster for tomorrow. The others are just playing around, they don’t understand pain the way we do.  We’re going to have so much fun. Well, I am, I’m going to enjoy myself. I’m not quite so sure about you” And that was it, she was gone. I lay, unable to move, strapped to the horse, my clitoris and nipples three points of harsh red fire, and waited.

I almost knew by the clumsy way the door was opened that my next visitor was Bob. He came over and crouched down beside me.

“Debbie, Debbie, it’s me, Bob. Don’t worry. I’m coming to get you. I’ll set you free tonight, tonight when they’re all asleep.”

“Water.” I croaked, but of course it came out ‘ought-er’.

“What’s that?” Bob unfastened the gag. “What’s that, my love?”

“Water, please get me some water.” I gasped my mind reeling somewhat from being called ‘my love’.

“Of course, just wait here.” And he was gone, returning a few moments later with a water bottle. It was difficult to drink with me positioned the way I was but I managed to get a few mouthfuls before…

“What on earth are you doing?” Karen’s voice rang loud and clear, even with the hood on she was as clear as a bell.

“I… err… I came in for a blow job.” Bob, never a good liar, spluttered.

“Doesn’t look like it to me.” Karen replied. “Why are you giving her water?”

“She was thirsty. She asked for it.”

“The only thing that fuck cunt gets to drink is your sperm, is that quite clear?” Karen’s voice snapped back.

“Yes, yes, of course.” Bob replied, shaken.

“I think you’re going soft on her, that you’ve lost your nerve. Oh, sure, you were all for it back in the office, back in the office it’s all ‘yeah, let’s gang bang the bitch’ but now we’re here,  now it’s real, now we’ve got her where we want her it looks like cowardly little Bob hasn’t got the bottle to go through with it. You wouldn’t be having second thoughts, would you?”

“No, it’s not like that, not at all. I came in for a blow job, honest.”

“So get on with it.” The disbelief in Karen’s voice was obvious.

Bob undid his fly and shoved his completely limp prick into my mouth. As he had given me some water I took some pity on him and tried my best to massage him into arousal but it was a losing battle. Vainly he pumped his hips back and forth but his prick stayed resolutely floppy and, after a moment or two, it fell out.

“Having a little trouble, are we? Doesn’t look like you can get it up.” Karen sneered. “What’s up? Can’t do it with me watching or did you never want a blow job in the first place? I’ve had just about enough of you. Now fuck off before I decide you’re a nasty little traitor and cut that useless little prick of yours right off.”

There was a rattle from the door as Bob left and Karen now stood beside me.

“I wouldn’t put too much faith in Bob, when did he say he was going to rescue you?”

“Please, Mistress Karen, I don’t know what…” was as far as I got before there was a swish and my buttocks felt the sting of a whip or crop, or something slashed across them.

“Tonight. He said he’d come for me tonight, after you’ve gone to sleep, Mistress Karen.” I replied meekly.

“That’s better. Obedience is so much easier for everybody in the long run.” Karen purred. “Now let’s fix this gag back in place and I’ll leave you alone.” 

Karen buckled the gag back, once again filling my mouth with the rubber ball. Then I heard the creak of the door once more and the shed returned to silence. As I lay there I wondered just why I had been so quick to rat on Bob. Useless lardarse he might be, but at least he was offering me freedom. Was I so scared of the lash, so scared of what Karen would do to me that I had capitulated after only one blow or, was there a deeper reason, a reason that, subconsciously, I wished to stay here, that I didn’t want my freedom? Again the stark reality hit me that I was driven by urges deep within me, urges that I had little power to resist, urges that led me to dark places, to act in depraved ways, to be someone I simply couldn’t understand. When I asked myself how could it be this way I couldn’t answer, I didn’t know the answer, I’m not sure I wanted to know the answer but if I tried to deny how I felt the darkness within me would always resurface, a hidden secret that demanded release.

I was still pondering this when the door creaked again but this time, much as I sensed that there was someone else in the shed, whomever it was just stood there waiting. A few moments later the door opened again.

“Steve, good, thanks for coming.” I heard Karen say. “Look, I want to keep this a secret, just between us two, and we might need a cover story, you’d best fuck her face just in case someone comes.”

There was a certain amount of shuffling around, the gag was unfastened and Steve’s prick was pushed into my mouth. Unlike Bob, Steve had no problem getting hard and my mouth was full as he shoved it inside. It was difficult to follow the conversation, they kept their voices down and both the hood and the prick inside my mouth made listening hard. However I did catch ‘he’s a traitor… sometime tonight… keep a special watch… don’t drink too much… catch him in the act… watch for my signal.’

“Ok, you got it?” Karen finished off. “Now give me a kiss.”

I felt Karen’s body pressing against the side of my head and Steve reacted by pushing himself harder into my face. I couldn’t believe that Karen had any genuine affection for a Neanderthal like Steve but I could well believe that she would string him along, keep him dangling, using his simple nature to keep him on her side. As a companion Steve would hardly meet Karen’s standards but as an enforcer he certainly fitted the bill and, who knows, maybe she enjoyed using his prick for her own satisfaction from time to time. He was certainly a more likely candidate than Bob or Randy. Whatever the situation, Karen’s kiss certainly enflamed Steve’s ardour; I could feel her rubbing her body against him, Steve was pushing his prick harder and further into my mouth and it wasn’t long before, with a deep animal grunt, he climaxed and yet another mouthful of sperm was pumped down my throat.

Once Steve had finished he withdrew and, with Karen’s blessing, left the shed. She, on the other hand, spent a few minutes, reattaching the gag, checking the straps and generally playing with her new toy. There was a scraping sound in front of me and she spoke, her voice very near my ear. Evidently she had pulled something up and was now sat on it. Softly, sensuously, her hand stroked my jaw and my neck, the caress of a lover, not a subjugator.

“Well, my little slave, how are you enjoying your new life. It looks like you’ve been everyone’s plaything today. I even saw little Mel slipping into the shed to have a go although, if I know Mel at all, it wasn’t to use a strap-on. Did she hurt my little fuck cunt? I know that’s what she likes to do; she’s a right little Cruella Da Ville on the quiet.” Suddenly her voice got deeper and darker. “You had better get used to it; this is how it’s going to be from now on. You’ll be used by whomever I want, whenever I want, however I want, and you’ll have no say in the matter. Your cunt, your ass, your mouth, they’re mine, mine to use, mine to lend out and any disobedience will be very painful for you, very painful indeed. Do you understand?”

Wearily I nodded my head.

“Good little girl, good little fuck cunt.” Karen’s voice was almost soothing. “One day you’ll thank me. One day you’ll be grateful to me for treating you like this and, do you know, that day will be much sooner than you think. Now, I’m off for my meal, it would seem that Kelly is quite a cook which means she’s at least good for one thing. Maybe you’ll join us later. Don’t run away now.”

My mind in turmoil I listened as the door creaked again and then there was silence, the deep black silence as I lay, pondering my fate. I was so confused, my thoughts chaotic and disjointed. I had experienced so much in the last few hours, I had been so used and abused that I didn’t know where to begin to try to assimilate it all and I didn’t know what I wanted, what I needed. Part of me would give just about anything for a shower and a bed, simple releases from the discomforts I was suffering but part of me was responding to far deeper needs, far darker desires but, whatever those desires might be, I could do nothing but wait, wait for whatever happened next.