Anette sits down on the bed and casually places her hand on Sharon’s

stomach. “So my pet, you comfy?” she asks, a faint smile playing around

the corners of her mouth. She knew that Sharon was everything but

comfortable. The leather straps around her ankles and wrists were biting

deep into her flesh, almost blocking the circulation. The corset around

her waist was terribly tight, restricting her breathing to quick,

shallow gasps. A inflatable gag was filling her mouth to it’s absolute

capacity, her cheeks bulging out from the pressure. She twists and turns

her wrists above her head where they were bound to the bed. Despite the

discomfort her nipples and sex throbs in anticipation. Anette bends down

and circles Sharon’s nipple with her tongue. Reacting to Sharon’s moans

she raises her head and smiles sweetly at her captive. “You like?” she

asks playfully before lifting herself off the bed. With Sharon moaning

and squirming in frustration she disappears through the door. For

several minutes she leaves Sharon alone and by the time she returns

Sharon is almost crying with frustration. Anette places something next

to the bed and seats herself between Sharon’s open legs. Without saying

a word she reaches down and lifts something off the floor. With a

mischievous smile she shows a bottle to Sharon. “Want some honey,

honey?” she asks as she pours the sticky fluid over Sharon’s breasts.

She bends down and slowly licks the honey up with her tongue. The

treatment is driving Sharon wild and she squirms and twists her whole

body. With her eyes closed she doesn’t notice that Anette has moved and

her whole body spasms as a tongue suddenly licks her slit. She tries to

spread her legs even further but the bondage has her limbs pulled as

tight as bow-strings. Anette expertly flicks her tongue in and out of

her sex, every movement driving her further and further out of control.

For a moment Anette pauses before she plunges her whole face into

Sharon’s crotch. The tip of her tongue finds Sharon’s clit, driving her

moaning over the edge.

Sharon slowly woke to the sound of crickets in the grass. Again she

panicked as she discovered she was bound but she soon woke completely

and calmed down. The pressure on her fork has grown and she was now

really aching. Twisting and turning she tried to alleviate some of the

pressure, but the movement only aggravated the throbbing. She was stiff

and sore from hanging in the same position the whole day. She moved as

much as she could to get the circulation going, but it was hopeless.

Sighing a deeply through her nose she tried to doze off again, but a

sharp pain in her neck told her that it would be impossible. She tried

to stretch her neck by pushing her head backwards, but the cable blocked

her way. She was just about to start struggling again when she heard a

twig snap. For minutes she just hung there, not daring to even breathe.

She had just calmed down again when a faint touch to the sole of her

foot almost killed her with fright. She screamed into the gag and jerked

her legs upwards while struggled to get loose. She twisted and turned

like a trout on a hook, but her tortured body was too tired to struggle

for long. Moaning in fear she felt her legs slowly extend as tired

muscles gave up the fight. At long last she was again hanging as before.

She felt sure it had been some sort of animal that had touched her, and

images of bears and wolves kept flashing through her mind. She strained

to listen for any other signs of life, but there was none. Shivering in

fear she waited for the claws to rip at her flesh, but nothing happened.

After a age of nervous waiting her head slowly tipped forward as she

relaxed. Just as she felt safe something touched the back of her knee.

Again she screamed and fought, and again nothing happened. Sharon felt

relief flood through her body as she realized that it had to be a branch

or something touching her. She was giggling in relief when two strong

hands suddenly grabbed hold of her ankles.

Sharon hung in tired surrender, drawing gulps of air through her nose.

After a long and valiant struggle the hands still had a firm hold of her

legs. He was just standing there holding on to them, not moving a

muscle. At last she calmed down and her breathing became easier. She

felt a hot hand slowly and tenderly slide up her left leg. Forcing

herself to stay calm she waited to see what would happen next. With one

hand holding her legs still he slowly slid the other in between her

thighs. She clenched her thighs in fear and the hand froze. Forcing

herself to relax she felt her muscles loosen their grip and his hand

roamed further. Slowly he stroked and squeezed his way up her thigh

until he cupped her mound in his palm. She felt herself responding to

his roaming hand and she cursed at the suit that would not allow her to

feel his touch. All she could feel was the gentle pressure of his

fingers on the insides of her thighs, no sensation of touch was

transmitted to her mound. Slowly he stroked the flesh on either side of

her sex. She was soon moaning into the gag in desperation and desire.

Still unable to do anything she almost cried when he removed his hands.

Twisting and turning she struggled against her bonds. Thrusting her hips

forwards into the air she tried to entice him into touching her again. A

small voice in her head was screaming it’s rage at her for being so

easily manipulated, but it was fighting a losing battle against pure

lust and instinct that had taken over. Soon it was just a distant echo

that was drowned out by the rushing sound of red-hot blood pumping

through her veins. Gently he took hold of her leg again. He was now

standing behind her, his hand holding onto her bound ankles. His other

hand slowly and deliciously slid up the back of her left leg. Cupping

her knee in his hand he stroked the sensitive skin behind her knee with

his thumb. Suddenly she could feel his hot breath on her skin as he

kissed and licked the back of her other knee. The treatment was

delicious torture and she moaned deep husky moans through her nose. Both

his hands slid up the back of her legs and took hold of her buns. Gently

rubbing and squeezing her arse he slowly drove her to madness. He slid

two fingers down her crack, one on either side of the rod. Slowly and

rhythmically he began working his fingers up and down the rod, each time

coming closer to pushing his fingers through to the other side. Sharon

no longer had any control over her body and as instinct took over she

slowly began rocking her pelvis forwards and backwards. She could feel a

enormous orgasm begin to build in her body and she started rocking

faster. Just as she was about to plunge over the edge he withdrew his

hands and the orgasm subsided. Screaming in frustration and anger she

twisted and turned to get some sensation going, but it was to late. Once

again she could just hang there, the blood in her pussy and nipples

pounding away. When she had cooled down enough he again took hold of

her. This time he was standing in front of her, his hands reaching

around her hips and holding onto her butt. Slowly he started stroking

her butt in small rhythmic circles. The circles slowly grew larger, all

the while driving her mad. Grabbing hold of her hip bones he held her

steady while he drove his face into her thighs. She could feel his hot

tongue licking and teasing every inch of sensitive flesh that was not

covered by the suit. Soon she was again squirming as the orgasm built

up, and again he abandoned her just before she could come. Sharon

realized that he was not going to allow her to orgasm and she bit hard

on the rubber gag in frustration. She was still cursing her captor when

he started again. This time he placed both palms on her thighs. Slowly

he worked his way upwards until he was stroking her sides. The delicious

feel of his hands stroking her waist was bitter-sweet as she realized

she was being teased into madness. Again he drove her to the edge, and

again he yanked her back.

For what felt like hours Sharon was tortured in this way. She tried

desperately to deceive him into sending her over the edge by holding

back. Each time her body would betray her and she would start squirming

and moaning - and each time he would back away. Finally she now longer

tried to fight, but merely let him do with her what he would. He

tortured her a few more times and then suddenly, inexplicably he left

her alone. Sharon grew desperate as she realized he had gone and she had

not once been allowed to come. Her whole body was aching with desire and

unfulfilled need, and she could do nothing about it. Squirming and

twisting she begged him to come back, but the gag prevented her from

making any recognizable sound. After a long time she gave up the

struggle. Suddenly she felt a hot breath in her neck and his arms

encircled her waist from behind. “Do you want to come?” he whispered

into her ear. Crying tears of shame and desire she nodded her head yes.

“Do you surrender to my will?” he asked. Again she nodded yes. “Then

listen closely. You are my possession and I do with you what I want.

Your body and mind belongs to me. You will never again orgasm without my

wishing you to. As with your body your mind will be mine and I demand

complete control. Do you understand?” Again she nodded yes. “Very well.”

he said and let go of her. For a second she thought he had left her and

she was about to panic when her nipples were stimulated by the suit. She

arched he chest outward at the unexpected sensation, trying to press

them harder against the brushes. Suddenly he was there, grabbing her

from the front and circling his hands around her waist. He pressed his

body tight against hers and she felt the vibrator in her pussy slowly

come to life. She hardly had time to register what was happening when

the first orgasm took her.

Sharon slowly and reluctantly woke up. She had no idea how long she had

slept, and what time it was now. Her whole body was aching and she

struggled to get some circulation going. Her nipples and sex were still

pounding with blood and she knew she would be very tender for a few days

to come. Swinging slowly in the cool breeze she thought back over the

experience. The first orgasm had been like a volcano and a nuclear

explosion combined. She had never lost control in such a complete

manner. Her mind had been swept away as her senses took over. Being

bound and unable to see had left her free of any distractions. She had

been caught in a world of sensations completely made of touch. No other

sense could penetrate this world and thus the sensation of orgasm was

made so much stronger. She could still remember his roaming hands, then

gentle, then rough. He had skillfully coached her into such a state that

she was nothing more than a sexual machine longing for pleasure with

every fiber of her being. She knew she would easily have come without

the aid of the nipple brushes or the dildo. She still marveled at the

strange device in her pussy. Usually it was thin and unobtrusive.

Although she could never quite forget of it’s existence, it was not big

enough to demand constant attention or discomfort. But when he turned it

on it slowly grew as if by magic. As it grew it would twist and turn,

stimulating her vaginal walls with small rubber ribs. It would also

start moving in and out, doubling the pleasure and sensation. Sharon had

never experienced anything similar to the device and she would have

loved to know how it worked. Her only regret was that it did not

stimulate her clitoris. In all the time that she’d been wearing the suit

her clit had not once been touched. After her last experience she

shuddered to think what her captor could do to her if he ever had access

to her clit. She realized that she was working herself into a state

again and she concentrated hard not to think about it, but blind and

bound it was impossible to flee her throbbing body. Despite all her

efforts to distract herself she was soon ready for more and she moaned

into the gag. The steady throbbing in her sex grew faster as her heart

rate increased at the arousal. Soon she was lost in a world of desire

that would drive her off her mind.

The hours dragged by with only her dreams and body for company. The

torture of being left to confront your own body was unbearable and she

knew she would never be the same again. In all that time the only

distraction had been a brief moment she had taken to urinate. As the

warm fluid ran down her leg she snarled in disgust, but there was no way

around it. After she had done she could smell the musky odor of sex that

had been flushed out with the urine. It even made matters worse. She was

assailed from all sides with sensations. The pain and throbbing where

the suit pressed into her fork. The ache of sore muscles and tendons

that had been kept immobile for hours. The burning thirst in her throat

and of course the throbbing of her sex. Sharon could feel the beginnings

of a dark despair that threatened to engulf her mind. What if he’d left

again. What if he’s not coming back? What if some wild animal finds me

here? Surely he has to be here, he has to unlock the cuffs. She suddenly

felt something touch her toe. Hoping that he was about to arouse her

again she kept perfectly still. Relief flooded over her whole being as

she realized she was touching the ground. Slowly her body was being

lowered to the ground and soon she could stand with her feet flat on the

ground. The cable was extending slowly and it took a long time before

she could feel the weight on the harness lessen. Her tortured limbs

screamed in pain as she tried to support herself and her legs gave way

under her. After several more eternity’s she was finally able to sit

down on her haunches. But now she faced a new problem. With the weight

removed from the harness the blood was rushing back to her fork and the

pain was excruciating. Sobbing in relief and pain she waited for the

worst to pass before she tried stand again. Her legs were still to weak

to support her and fell down again. She moved as far as the cable would

allow from the puddle of urine in the sand and lay down. She was still

bound and helpless and could only wait for her tormentor to come and

release her.

She was carefully listening for the sound of his approach when the cuffs

suddenly clicked in unison and released her. Very surprised she withdrew

her hands from the cuffs and rubbed her wrists. Her elbows and shoulders

were aching painfully at the movement and her hands shook as she slowly

removed the gag. It took several minutes of painful blinking before she

could get used to the bright sunlight streaming through her eyelids.

Finally she was used to the light and she looked at her watch. It was 8

am on Sunday morning, exactly 24 hours since her ordeal had begun. She

painfully worked her stiff jaw as she removed the cuffs around her

ankles. Slowly she crawled back to the shelter of the tree and away from

they road. Grabbing a water bottle she drank hard and deep on the clear

fluid. She almost retched most of it up again because she had drunk to

much, but she managed to keep it down. Ignoring the uncomfortable

pressure of the clasp in her back she leaned against the tree and

relaxed for a while.