Willow
The night was warm for November; summer had extended all the way through fall.
The grass was cool and wet as the morning dew was forming. It was 4 a.m. and
still pitch dark. A crescent moon cast a soft glow, outlining the shape of the
big willow tree deep in the back of their yard. She could see a small padded
barstool leaning against the huge trunk. On the ground was a blanket spread
out, containing a variety of toys and ropes. He slides the blindfold over her
head and she smiles in anticipation of what is going to transpire. She reaches
up to adjust the bandana but he pulls it further, bypassing her eyes, until it
is between her lips. He pulls it tight behind her head, gagging her mouth, not
preventing her from making a sound, but muffling anything that may come from
her throat. She struggles to ask him how he expects to get serviced with this
thing in her mouth but it just comes out a jumbled mess. "No need to worry," he
tells her, "this part of the evening is not about what you can do for me, it's
about what I can do to you."
He stands behind her, kissing her neck softly as he removes her robe. Her
nipples harden immediately and it's difficult to tell if it's the licking, or
the cool air. She turns her head, looking about in the dim light. She can see
something hanging from a branch over head, swinging in the breeze, but can't
make out what it is. The blanket is covered with toys and it made her realize
they may be out here for awhile if he expects to use them all. She is brought
back to the real world by the feel of his tongue sliding along the crack of her
ass. He bites lightly at her ass and she bends forward a bit to let his tongue
find its way. She could hear them before she felt them. The clanging of the
plastic balls. He is licking at her pussy now, his tongue parting her lips,
drawing out her juice as her lips swell. He pushes one ball into her pussy and
she grips it tight. He tugs at it, forcing her to squeeze hard to keep it
inside her wet cunt. Then he slides his fingers along her lips, on either side
of the ball, before pushing the second one deep into her pussy. He follows them
into her, using three fingers to push them into the back of her vagina. As he
removes his fingers slowly they drop into a comfortable place. She can feel
them move as her pussy contracts. He's standing behind her now, looping the
thin rope over her back and across her breasts. She bends forward deeper,
filling her full pussy, letting her tits hang so he can wrap the rope tight
around each one. Three loops of the cord, tight against her chest, so her tits
bulge out, large and hard. He runs his fingers over the taut, sensitive skin,
circling her nipples, then pinching them, pulling them forward until they
release a small amount of milk. He coats her engorged nipples, now wet and
instantly cold, getting harder with each slight touch of the breeze. Then he
stands her up, leaning her against the barstool, it's soft cushioned seat
warming her ass. Her fingers play over her pussy for a bit as she moans; she is
so wet she can smell her sweet scent wafting up from her crotch. She is shocked
back from her revelry by the cold feel of the heavy chain across her swollen
breasts. Each nipple stands out hard as he drags it back and forth. Then he
clamps her left breast and she squeals. Quickly he attaches the other end to
her right breast as she turns her head side to side, her eyes starting to
water. The sharp pain subsides becoming just a burning sensation at the end of
her breasts. She looks down…and it doesn't even look like her. These bulging,
tight balls on her chest, shining in the moonlight, a heavy chain attached to
her nipples, she can feel the burning, feel the tug of the chain as she sways
back and forth. It's almost otherworldly, she craves more pain so she can
really feel it and know it's her being a slut in the dark night. But an
unwilling slut, on who can't change the things that are going to happen to her
but can only endure them. She could surrender to that fact.
She is now standing facing the barstool. He reaches over her head and lowers a
harness from the branch over their heads. It's really just a large, cushioned
rope that he slides under her breasts. He bends her over the stool and her
heart races as her body weight shifts forward. Her feet leave the ground and
she fears she's going to take a header onto the lawn. Then she stops falling as
the rope catches her and holds her suspended; her feet still off the ground,
the seat of the barstool wedged against her lower torso and lap. She is
fastened tight and realizes she's not going to fall. In fact, she is so well
suspended she can even rock back and forth without going over forwards, or
reaching the ground in back. Just as she begins to relax he pinches both her
nipples sending a lightning streak of pain through each breast. She can feel
the chain now, hanging below her, pulling on her nipples. The burning is almost
numb now, no doubt a response to the sharp twinge of his finger and thumb on
the outside of the clamp. He has moved behind her now, standing behind her
spread legs, pulling the balls from inside her pussy. She feels empty, but that
passes quickly as he slides his hard cock into her cunt. For a brief moment she
was concerned about the fact that inflicting pain on her almost always made him
instantly hard. The moment passes when he drives deep into her pussy, pushing
her against the barstool, making her swing forward, the chain pulling at her
nipples as it sways forward, then back. He establishes a rhythm, pumping hard
into her when her weight shifts back. It was a curse and a blessing. She
relished the hard slap of his balls against her clit when she pressed against
him. This was followed right away by the slap of the chain against her belly,
the rising heat in the center of her breasts. Then the slight release as the
chain becomes weightless before it drops back into its swing. She reaches the
height of her sway a second before the chain does. As she begins her downward
motion it passes her face, pulling her nipples up sending two more sharp
signals to her brain's pain center. Then again a moment of weightlessness
before she impales herself again on his cock and feels his balls slap against
her swollen clit. (Repeat four or five times, in slow motion, for the video
audience, J) The chain comes to a rest, dangling below her, tugging her nipples
towards the ground. He's kneeling behind her now, sucking the juice from her
pussy, and licking it from her thighs. His tongue probes her ass as she relaxes
and moans as he pushes deep into her. She can barely feel the anal plug slide
into her ass until he pushes it with his palm. His cock is inside her pussy
again, his torso pressing the plug deeper into her ass. He takes both hands and
holds the plug as he thrusts his cock into her cunt. As she sways forward the
chain begins its motion; her tits are burning, her eyes watering. Then she
falls back onto the plug, her ass and pussy being filled at the same time. She
wonders how long he can keep this up, not sure if she hopes for more time, or
less. Then he's back out of her, replacing the plug on the blanket and getting
a condom. He stands in front of her as he unravels the sheath, sliding it over
his cock, stroking it to keep himself hard. "We're not finished with your ass
yet," he says, as he returns to her back. Warm oil washes over her ass, sliding
between her cheeks, over her pussy. He slides his cock along her crack, coating
it with oil, slipping into her pussy, then back out to press against her
asshole. Slowly he pushes the head in, then stops. She can feel the head of the
soft rubber dildo between her pussy lips. Then he leans forward, pushing her,
starting her swing. She slides easily onto his cock, filling her ass, as the
dildo slides into her pussy. She leans forward now, lifting her torso, resting
more of her weight on the harness. As he starts to pump she swings harder, her
loud moans muffled by the gag. Her hips gyrate as she drops hard onto his cock,
fucking him hard, her ass aching, her pussy just spitting
juice, and her breasts, now almost disembodied, she could barely feel them. His
hands on her hips slow her swinging. He lets the dildo slide out of her pussy,
before he pulls out of her ass. Reaching over her back he releases the clamps
from her nipples and she almost faints. Sharp pain, then a wave of relief. Her
breasts, still tied tight, begin to tingle as the feeling returns to them. He
squeezes them gently and streams of warm milk leak out to coat and soothe her
nipples. She was almost comfortable when he reaches over head and pulls down a
long branch from the willow tree. He strips its leaves, leaving him with
nature's version of a cat-o'-nine tails - one long branch with many smaller
branches near the end. He brings it down with a loud thwaap across her ass.
One long welt appears over her cheeks. As he hits her again the smaller
branches begin to leave their marks; her ass is red, but deliciously warm. He
is behind her again, condom discarded, cock sliding into her pussy. He begins
to pump her again, bringing the willow branch down across one cheek, then the
other, alternating with each thrust. Her ass is on fire but she let's out a
muffled scream when the branch comes down across her back. He continues to fuck
her hard, whipping her back now, rocking her in her swing. Then she feels the
ground rumble as a train passes by. The light sweeps over them, exposing them
for a moment, then leaving them in darkness. The barstool is rumbling against
her belly as he pumps harder into her cunt. He grabs her hair, lifting her head
back as he fills her pussy. She can feel it all, her breasts stretched, her wet
pussy, her ass still stinging, as the loud train drowns out her scream. His
pace slows, the branch hitting her back one last time as the ground settles,
and the noise of the train disappears in the distance. She is almost in a
dream-like state as he unbinds her and stands her up. Her legs are shaky,
almost trembling, and he leans her back against the rough bark of the willow
tree to let her regain her composure.
He reaches around her back to loosen the rope binding her tits. She feels some
relief but that quickly dissipates when he presses her back against the rough
bark of the tree. She leans there, in the dark, her crotch aching, her breasts
aching. He removes the gag and gives her a drink of water. As she satiates her
thirst he walks behind the tree, then circles back in front with another
cushioned rope. He slides it under her breasts, pulling it up under her arms so
it supports her weight. Her breasts hang over the rope, pushed up, exposing the
tips of her nipples. His hands circle her breasts, cupping them, holding them,
and then his fingers slide down to pinch each nipple. He pulls her tits,
squeezing and twisting, until they release a little of their milk. Bending his
head towards her he places the tip of his tongue on each nipple, absorbing the
sweet liquid. Then he moves back to the blanket and comes up with a real whip,
short-handled, with long leather strips. He brings it down across her breasts
and she gives out a small yelp. With the second stroke she strains to move
away, scratching her back against the tree. He moves down towards her thighs,
the whip leaving red streaks across her breasts and belly. As he whips her
upper legs her knees give way a little and she's left suspended as the red
welts grow on her legs. He drops the whip and slips on a condom, stepping
towards her as he bends to cradle her knees in his arms. He stands straight,
lifting her legs off the ground and pinning her against the tree. The rope
around her breasts helps support her weight. He slips a hand between her legs
and positions the head of his cock against her asshole before letting her drop
slowly onto his pole. As his cock disappears into her ass she wraps her legs
around his waist and pulls him tight. He slams her ass hard against the willow,
his hands now on her tits, pinching her nipples, pulling her forward as he rams
his cock into her ass. He pulls her up by her tits, his cock sliding out of her
ass, until only the head remains buried. Then he releases, letting her fall
again, her ass aching as it pounds against his cock. "Enough," she moans as he
leans on her. Slowly he slides out of her ass, removing the condom before he
lifts her again and slides into her wet cunt. She lets out a loud groan as he
fills her pussy again. He rocks her slowly, grinding his torso against her
clit. Her juice is running down her thighs, his balls make a slapping sound as
they collide with her wet crotch. She closes her eyes and rides him. He kneels
before her, putting her feet onto his shoulders so she can squat onto his face.
He drinks her juice, sucking her lips before his tongue glides over her shiny
clit. She pushes off his shoulders with her feet, then swings back onto his
mouth. He's sucking her clit between his lips now, not letting her out of his
mouth. She slams her crotch hard into his face as she feels herself start to
come. His hand slides into her pussy, four fingers, deep, as she bucks up and
down. With one final thrust she swallows his whole fist, his tongue free to
flick across her clit in short fast strokes as she comes, juice squirting form
her pussy onto his forearm. He pulls his hand out before her contractions stop,
sending a shiver through her body. He cradles her by the ass; her feet still up
on his shoulders, his tongue pressing inside her vagina, against her urethra.
She concentrates and releases a stream of warm water that splashes off his face
and trickles down his chest. He laps at her crotch as she finishes. After
untying her he lays her on the cool, wet grass, on her back.
It is still dark, with a faint glow on the horizon. He lights a candle and
walks around her, dripping hot wax onto her breasts, coating her nipples. She
can see the wax drop from the end of the burning candle, giving her a moment to
dread to hot-pin-prick before it hits her. It stings on her sensitive thighs
and calves. He drops some onto her feet, making her squirm as he circles back,
moving from her feet up the other side of her body, leaving a trail of dried
wax from her knees, over her stomach, then lingering to cover her other breast.
He takes a position straddling her hips and strokes his cock. He leans forward
to let some precum drip onto her lips, her tongue coming out quickly to lick it
off. Both her hands are between her legs, softly rubbing her pussy, not in a
titillating way, but more a soothing stroke. Her breasts are pressed together
by her upper arms and he crouches low over her belly as he feels his cock begin
to pulse. He lets a stream fly, bouncing off her breasts, then slowly trickling
between them as she squeezes tighter. The next stream clears her tits and lands
flat on her mouth. Without opening her lips she sucks the salty juice between
her teeth as his final burst splashes onto her belly to be scooped up by her
fingers and brought to her mouth.
