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NMSilverFox -> Lovers In the Woods (11/13/2004 7:53:02 PM)
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The lovers walk romanticly hand in hand through an open wood far from the eyes of others. They come to a very secluded spot where there is a pool fed by a deep artisian well. She removes her clothes playfully and dives in. He follows joyfully and they find each other in a deep embrace.
With hands, tounges and legs they explore each others bodies. The need growing in each of them to a fever pitch. She leads him to the grass where the two entwine in joyfull play. The afterglow of which is accompanied by the light of the sun through the trees and the calling of birds. Wrapped in each others loving arms they rest in the afternoon breeze. Sleeping soundly as they dream of each others charms.
When the man awakens things are not as they were. He finds to his utter dismay that he is captive to a rough tree near where they slept. His lover stands before him laughing. "Now my love i have you exactly where i want you. Helpless before me. I could leave you here to be feasted on by the forest creatures. Goodness knows they need a fresh meal. The man tries to speak but finds the rope that binds his head to the tree, fills his mouth.
"I love you so much that I have decided you are to become my own. My husband, my lover and most importantly my devoted slave forever. No need to fret Darling. There is nothing you can do to stop me. Now my love for a little insurance." She kneels in front of him and takes his member in her mouth. Bringing him dispite his helplessness to the ready once again.
His befuddlement at these happenings is syncopated by his aching need for her. He does not understand what has happend to this woman he has loved for so long. "What have I done so wrong that I could deserve this torment." His mind plays back to him.
His current agony is only magnified when with an evil grin, she reaches for her back pack and withdraws a staple gun. Holding his scrotum fast to the tree trunk with her spread fingers.
The sound of the staple gun violates more than the dark beauty of the forest. His resultant screams send the birds in flight from their roosts. The terror in him is a palpable reality. As his darkest nightmares are now confirmed.
Sweat pours as openly as his tears. Her laughter peels with the breeze in his ears. "Oh and.. Darling.. You will never again have the use of this!" Her stern comment is followed by the staple gun lancing his foreskin to the tree as firmly as his testes are. Howls of shear agony rupture from his bound face.
His lover stands and dresses as he watches helplessly. She moves to him with a strand of black cloth. His vision is very soon nullified as his head is bound over the eyes against the tree. He screams again which bring only laughter in response. Then he hears a strange noise in front of him. It repeats a few times before a long silence. He struggles in vain make out the sound.
Words are not needed from her to help him understand its nature. It is felt when the bullwhip begins to lash him into screams of terror, fear, and all incompassing pain. "Ohhh God what have I done?"
Darkness overcomes his penance. Soon he wakes again He lay upon the soft grass. His body marked and sore from his previous torture. If his muscles had tried they would find that they are still captive. Cuffs bind his wrists to his thighs and a collar is about his neck. Leashed to her tightly clenched fist. She stands over him, Gun in hand, pointing it directly at his loins. A fearfully sinister smile shines upon her beautiful face.
"Why Beloved are you doing this? What have I done?" His sobs are those of a long ago small boy who is lost with out hope.
"You have done nothing. This is my way of letting you know exactly who is in charge of this mockery you call your life." The report of the gun shatters his ears.
" That was a warning shot. I am not asking you Darling. I am telling you. This!.. Her foot crushes his already wounded jewels. "Belongs to me. If you don't like it I will simply shoot them off right now. Leaving you here to bleed to death. Answer my question. Do you agree to obey me in all things for the rest of your miserable existance?"
The brokenness of his body cannot come close to the brokeness of both his spirit and his mind. A silent nod is all he can give her. For words simply do not come. She puts he gun away and kneels on the ground next to him. The leash fast in her hand she raises his head and spits in his face. Rising she lights a fire on the ground with his clothes. Burning them to ashes.
"Get used to your nakedness my love." Her soothing voice pouring forth such viciousness has him astonished in abject fear of her. "I am taking you home where you will serve me in your suffering all your days. Your nights will also be your hell on earth. This is just the begining of the manifold torments you will endure as my slave." She binds a cat collar tightly about the root of his tormented loins and ties another leash to it.
A gag is fitted over his sobbing mouth. She unbinds him and without helping him rise yanks firmly on both leashes followed by a simple command. "Come!"
The two lovers walk through the afternoon wood and into the light of a new life together.
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