by Cherry Lee
Nature Hike
By Cherry Lee
Nature Hike
Published by Darker Pleasures at Smashwords
Copyright 2012 Darker Pleasures. All rights reserved.
Edited by Matt Nicholson
Beta read by Sue Foulkes
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James took Cara’s hand and playfully swung it back and forth as they walked down the trail. The sky was blue; the sun filtered through the green and gold canopy of leaves. The air was fresh and scented sweetly with wild grapes. Thanks to a hard frost earlier that week, very few insects buzzed past. It was a perfect day for a hike—a perfect day for Cara’s well-deserved punishment.
James had forgiven her for her transgression. Truly,. bBut, that didn’t mean his girlfriend hadn’t earned what she was about to receive.
“I know we’ve discussed what happened, and I’ve apologized a zillion times, but do you really forgive me? Is everything going to be okay between us?” Cara’s beseeching, brown eyes almost shook his resolve.
“Yes. I told you it is.” James considered his next words carefully. He wanted to present his plan in a way she would accept, a way that would make her give in without protest—at least at first. “I guess I don’t give you enough excitement. I mean, look at us, a Sunday afternoon walk in the woods for Christ’s sake,. nNot exactly thrilling.”
“No!” She stopped walking and took his arm. “It was nothing to do with you or with our relationship. The thing with Chris just sort of … happened.”
James had seen it happen with his own eyes. It had felt like he’d walked into the shooting of a bad porn movie that day. Cara’s moans and howls and cries of ‘Take me, you horny bastard’ had drowned out James’ entrance. He’d stood for several moments staring at his friend’s naked ass pumping up and down between Cara’s open thighs.
He’d been torn between the desire to slip out of the room and pretend he’d never seen it and the urge to tear Chris off of Cara and ram a fist into his face. Frozen by indecision, he continued to stand mutely watching until they came; Chris with manly, primal grunts and Cara with a high-pitched mewl.
When they’d finished twitching, gasping and moaning, James interrupted with a polite clearing of his throat and a soft, “Hey.” The astonished expression on their faces was almost worth the price of admission.
“James?” Cara stopped walking and looked questioningly up at him.
James managed a smile. “I know. Sometimes things just happen,” he said. He thought about the consequences of her actions, consequences that Cara was about to experience. “Anyway, I want you to know that I’m up for trying more edgy stuff in our sex life, if that’s what it takes to make you happy. I thought, while we’re out in the woods here today, we could play out a little bondage fantasy. What do you think?”
“Kinky! Cool.” She laughed.
Cara’s white teeth and her warm, beautiful smile dazzled him. But, a mental flash of her writhing naked beneath Chris made James eager to see her grimacing in pain instead.
“Great.” He took her hand again and led her down the path. “There’s a clearing I have in mind.”
He had chosen his spot carefully. It was a place where they’d picnicked before. They were on a friend’s private property, so there was no chance of stray hikers to interrupt them. On their walk through the trees, they’d been sheltered from the sun but, in the open glade, it bore down with intensity. James’ cock swelled in anticipation as he thought about Cara, bound and naked with her skin glistening under a sheen of perspiration.
“I think this is going to be exciting.” He turned to kiss her berry-red lips. “You’ll look so hot tied to a tree. I’ll be the druid priest and you can be the virgin sacrifice.”
Her generous body wiggled against him. She ground into the bulge beneath his jeans, wrapping her arms around his neck as she kissed him. “God, who knew you could be so…creative,” she said.
“You have no idea.”
He slipped her red hoodie off her shoulders and dropped it to the ground. He pictured her as Little Red Riding Hood, innocent and unaware of the Wolf’s intentions. His hands went to the hem of her black tT-shirt and lifted it over her head. A sheer, white bra held hercuddled her breasts in place. He could see tThe dark discs of her aureoles areolae and her peaked nipples teased him through the thin fabric. He thought about cutting it off, but was afraid flashing a knife might scare her. So he deftly popped the front hooks apart, marveling as he always did when her full breasts sprung free. Unable to resist the temptation, he bent his head and, he sucked first one and then the other into his mouth, giving each a sharp nip before he let it go.
“Ow! Hey, virgin sacrifice here. I don’t think druid priests were allowed to sample the merchandise.” She chuckled.
He smiled and reached for the snap on her jeans. After he’d helped her out of her clothes, he knelt in the grass facing the light ginger fluff of her pubic hair. He leaned in, breathing her scent, then spread her folds and flicked out his tongue to taste her juices. Picturing Chris doing the same thing, James’ desire to inflict pain swelled along with his cock.
He stood and grabbed Cara’s wrist, dragging her across the clearing to a large tree. She gave only token resistance, giggling the entire way.
“Hug it, legs apart, and wait there.”
Obediently, she wrapped her arms around the tree trunk. It was too wide for her hands to meet on the other side. She rested her cheek against the rough bark and watched him curiously over one shoulder. She looked good with her body pressed into the tree and her legs spread apart, presenting her firm, round ass for his pleasure.
There was a grapevine laden with ripe fruit growing against a dead tree nearby. James took the sharp knife from his backpack and cut lengths of vine to tie Cara. As he worked the knife through the tough strands, he realized that white clothesline rope would have been a lot easier, but there was something poetic about using the bounty of nature. It pleased him.
The thick, older vines were as inflexible as the tree trunk so he cut thinner, young ones, binding them tightly around Cara’s wrists. She whimpered as they bit into her skin.
“I wa
nt to make sure they hold,” he said, fastening another length to her ankles. Her soft body securely embraced the tree; breasts smashed flat against the gnarled bark. James was taken with the desire to fuck her from behind right then and there. He imagined each thrust driving her hard into the tree trunk, torturing her naked flesh.
“This feels kinda sexy,” Cara said. “Scrapes my clit and nipples.”
“SilenceSilence,” James snapped, deepening his voice in the role of a druid priest. He knew it sounded corny, but it kept her playing along. “You’ve been discovered fornicating, ruining your virgin state. You’re no longer any use as a sacrifice and you’re here to be punished.”
She giggled nervously.
James cut a supple switch from a young willow sapling. He snapped it across the palm of his hand. It stung like a bitch, instantly leaving a thin, red welt. It was perfect.
He showed her the switch before he took the first blow. Her eyes widened and she protested. “Hey, I thought maybe spanking or something, but that looks like it’ll really hurt.”
The switch made a sweet, whistling sound as it cut through the air. It snapped across her ass and she shrieked. The scream was music to James. He lifted the switch high and delivered another blow, crossing the first, making a red X across the soft, white globes.
“Jesus, stop!”
That was what he wanted to hear. Lifting the willow wand again, he laid one stripe after another across her bare bottom and the back of her thighs while she cried and cursed. When her rear was decorated with red welts and her yells had turned to tears, he finally stopped. Covered with sweat and breathing hard, James wiped his forehead and took off his shirt.
“This is about Chris, isn’t it?” Cara gasped between sniffles. “You’re not just playing at punishing me.”
“You deserve it,” James said softly. He rubbed a palm full of salty sweat from his chest into the open welts on her rear and she moaned at the new pain. “You deserve to be punished.”
“I know.” Her voice was equally quiet. It sounded high and young, like a chastened little girl. “Are we even now? Do you feel better?”
“Not yet.” He continued stroking his hand over her abused ass. “I won’t do anything that will permanently harm you, but I’m not done yet.” He raised his hand and smacked his palm down on one bottom cheek and then the other six times in rapid succession.
Cara squealed and struggled, writhing against the rough bark. As tight as he’d tied her, he imagined her breasts and pussy were getting quite a scouring.
“Are you ready for more?” Here was the part he was worried about. If she refused to submit, he would have to manhandle her into the position he wanted her.
Tears ran down her cheek, the other was molded to the tree. In a small, shaky voice, she answered, “Yes.”
“You’re giving me permission to do whatever I want?” James asked.
She nodded, scraping her face against the bark. “Yes, if it’ll earn your forgiveness.”
“You might even like it,” he whispered against the back of her head. He pressed his body into hers, his denim rubbing her whipped bottom as he thrust against her. She whimpered at the pain but pressed herself back against his crotch.
After a moment or two of enjoying the contact, James moved around the tree and cut the bonds connecting Cara’s wrists and ankles. “Turn around so your back’s against the tree,” he ordered. This was another point of danger. If she really didn’t want his discipline, she might try to break and run or refuse to cooperate. But, Cara stood passively while he tied her wrists and ankles once more around the tree.
James walked to the front to admire the sight. Cara’s arms strained awkwardly at the shoulders, thrusting her breasts out in front of her. Her white skin was mottled with red marks and flakes of wood. The irregular, jagged impressions left by the bark made a beautiful pattern on her pale flesh. He especially loved how they looked on the moon globes of her breasts. He pulled hard on her compressed nipples, bringing them back to the pointy length he admired. She gasped as he twisted them sharply.
Her legs were spread-eagled, flushed labia parted to reveal her red slash barely hiding the dark depths beyond it. James gazed upon her body for several long moments. Her breasts were fairly large and looked even bigger jutted out toward him like an offering. The dark aureoles areolaewere pebbled and her nipples fully distended. Unable to resist, he bent down and bit one bud and then the other—hard, the way he always wanted to.
Cara let out a full-throated scream and jerked against her bonds.
James smiled at her then bent to draw a pair of garden gloves and pruning shears from his backpack. “Be right back.”
He crossed the clearing and cut what he needed for her torture.
“Oh God!” she moaned when he showed her the choice he’d made.
“You’re going to need a gag for this,” he said, picking up her discarded panties. “Open your mouth.”
To his amazement, Cara complied. He stuffed the underwear into her mouth and held it in place it with another thin length of the trusty grapevine, tied around the back of her head.
Putting the garden gloves on, he carefully picked up several long strands of the blackberry bramble he’d cut. Even with gloves, the small thorns pricked his hands. He lovingly traced the strip of sharp barbs across the tops of Cara’s breasts. She cried into her gag as they scratched her tender skin.
“Do you know how much they’re going to hurt when I whip you?” he asked.
Her eyes widened with horror and her head shook back and forth. Even with the gag, he could understand her muffled, “No!”
He lifted his arm to whip her again. The excitement of striking her breasts was even greater than the thrill he had felt abusing her ass. Coupled with their irresistible quivering, it was so hot his cock almost hurt. He flailed the homemade cat-o-nine-tails right across her nipples, imagining the pain in the sensitive nubs—seeing it in Cara’s tear-filled eyes. She struggled against her bonds as he struck her again, making her boobs shake even more.
The thorns left jagged, paper cut-thin scratches across her breasts. Drops of blood welled along the lines. James was a little concerned. He knew how thorn scratches tended to inflame and ache for a long time afterward. He pictured Cara giving Chris head to firm up his resolve.
He pulled back his arm and lashed her with the brambles again. He whipped her, while she screamed and moaned. Tears poured down her red face and saliva drooled from her gag-stretched mouth. Sweat covered her, both from the hot sun and her fear. He was sure the salt dripping down from her chest into the dozens of scratches on her boobs stung terribly.
He grinned and drew back his hand to deliver another blow, this one between her legs.
From the look in her eyes, her shriek came as much from shock as from pain. He couldn’t help but notice that, despite the fresh scratches that were welling with red, she parted her legs a little more. He imagined it was probably in hopes of relieving the pain, but he took it as an invitation. He enjoyed giving her boobs the attention more, but he had to admit, punishing the cunt that had swallowed Chris’s cock was more therapeutic than he thought it would be.
After a couple more lashes across her pussy, he went back to her breasts. By the time he stopped, her cheeks were mascara stained and she was all but sobbing.
His dick was rock hard, and he put down his whip long enough to strip off the rest of his clothes. Standing and panting, he gazed at the angry red welts across Cara’s breasts and up her swollen labia. The blood seeped out and trickled down both the round globes and the thick folds. What wasn’t scratched was red, inflamed from the beating.
James wrapped his hand around his dick and stroked it. He pumped his fist while staring at the erotic sight of his girlfriend’s body bound to a tree, her tits battered. Soon he was panting and groaning with the gathering pressure in his cock, but he only allowed himself to approach the gripping edge of orgasm then stopped. He wanted to make this last.
Cara cried
so hard, he decided to give her a moment to recover. He raised her tortured breasts to his mouth and licked her wounds, bathing each tit with his tongue, tasting the coppery tang of blood. Glancing into Cara’s eyes, James saw that they were glazed over and watching him avidly. He reached down between her legs and tested her cunt. It was slippery and hot. She may be hurting, but she was also lusting. Her arousal increased his desire. He thrust his rigid cock between her thighs, brushing the top through her moist folds a few times and was instantly on the verge of coming.
With an act of will, James stepped away from Cara, controlled his breathing and considered what he wanted to do next. Cutting some of the thinnest, longest twigs from a willow, he stripped the leaves and attempted to tie the switch in a knot. The branch was supple enough to tie around Cara’s breast. It dug into her flesh and, when he yanked on it harshly, her breast was pulled into an obscene round ball. It reminded him of making balloon animals.
When he tried to tie the willow frond into a knot, it kept slipping and James was forced to use his backup supplies. From the backpack, he came up with an industrial-strength, plastic tie. He slipped the large tie around her tit as far down as he could. He pulled her nipple out with his teeth, while he tightened the plastic circle around her breast. Cara screamed into her gag again and he bit down harder, giving the nipple an extra hard tug, turning up the volume of her cries while he slid the clasp of the band tighter and forced her breast to balloon out. After he repeated the process with her other breast, he stood back to admire the results.
The skin of her breasts was shredded and bleeding from the blackberry whip. The flesh was quickly turning a deep shade of red as the plastic bands cut off the blood flow. They looked great. Just the sight of them sent waves of lust straight to his dick, and he had to will it back into submission.
