Robert Vickers - Bondage girl

She kept her legs pressed as close together as she could get them. It didn't do any good. She felt the warm, thick head of his prick separate her thighs and drive in under the bottom of her fluffy bush. Her cunt-lips were a little numb from the cold, but the nearness of his cock pumped new, hot blood through them.

She warmed up a little and spread her legs slightly. It was all the opening the man needed. He drove his prick home all the way up into her dry cunt. She fought him off as the pain of his forceful entry made her teeth clack shut.

"You're hurting me!"

"And I'm going to hurt you a damned sight more!" He clutched her wrists and she felt his belt circling her hands again. In less than a minute, no matter how she tried to prevent it, he had her strung up to the tree limb. She hung there like a side of beef. Her feet were flat on the ground and for that she was thankful. If he had tried to hang her up so that she stood on tiptoe, it would have brought more pain than she could have endured.

"Why are you doing this to me?" she asked. She couldn't control her voice much longer. She started to cry softly as she felt his prick rubbing sensuously over the fleecy mound of her pussy. He dragged his cock downward, across her clit, along her cunt lips and then all the way up into her pussy.

This time she felt the sluggish flow of her inner juices. She still had to bite back a cry. The pain racing along her nerves threatened to make her pass out. She took every singe inch of the man's prick up into her dry cunt for the first thrust. The second was a little better. The third was paradise in comparison.

She could ignore the racking pain throughout her shoulders and back from being strung up like she was. The belt cut into the tender flesh of her wrists until she wanted to scream but the pleasure being generated in her cunt offset that.

"Ummm, why are you doing this?" she repeated. "It… it's so good and it hurts so much!" She was so confused. Her cunt burned with the joy of a good fucking. Her muscles screamed in agony.

Pleasure and pain merged to form one giant mixture that filled her entire body. Never had she been mistreated like this and loved it so much!

The man fucked her as she'd never been fucked before. She realized he had lifted one of her legs up and off the ground so that it curled around his waist. She hadn't even noticed until that very moment. She was lost in the wonderland of sex.

"Shit, so tight. Even standing up you're tighter than any cunt I ever fucked into before. How do you do it?"

She gave his buried prick a little squeeze with her cunt-walls. He gasped. She could feel the immediate reaction as his prick began to move around inside her cunt. The woman continued to squeeze until she felt as if he would rip her apart as his cock left her boiling cunt.

His cock slipped free and stood poised just parting her cunt-lips. For a long moment, the man panted and regained some of his control. He had almost blown his wad when her pussy-walls came clamping down on him. But he was ready for another round.

This time he fucked her fast enough so that she couldn't hope to hang onto his cock. He reamed out her pussy with so much force it started her swinging backwards against the belt that held her wrists to the tree limb. She felt as if she had been put on some medieval torturer's rack and was being pulled apart bit by slow bit.

Every time he slammed hard into her cunt, she felt her shoulder muscles protest just a little bit more. She moaned piteously, like a helpless, trapped animal, but he mistook her cries for passion. He fucked her even harder. Just as she was about to pass out, she heard him grunt and mutter, "Gotta come. Gotta. Can't hold it back. Burning all the way up my prick. Shit, it's so hot!"

She felt his prick grow in size. It expanded as more blood pounded into the already distended length. His cock pressed into her cunt-walls and threatened to rip her apart again. She knew that it wouldn't be more than a couple seconds before he blew apart inside her.

She was right.

The liquid surge of his come burned all along her cunt-walls. He drove his prick in and out with all the passion and frustration locked up in his strong body. He didn't stop fucking her until his cock was limp.

"God, that was good. And it's going to be even better," he said looking at the bound woman hanging from the tree, limb.

"Cut me down. Please," she moaned. "I can't take much more of this."

"Oh?" He simply stood staring at her naked form.

"Wh-what are you going to do?" she cried in horror. Whatever evil he was going to do to her wasn't going to be the least bit pleasant. She could tell.

"I think I'm going to leave you out here all night long. Yeah, that's exactly what I'm going to do."

He made a big production of stuffing his prick back into his dripping, wet pants and then running the zipper slowly up the squeaking track. He patted his bulge at the crotch and smiled at her again. "Are you going to miss me?"

"You animal! You can't leave me out here naked! Not all night! I'll freeze!"

"Who cares?" he said lightly. "I figure you for a frigid chick at best. You might find you even like being out bare-ass naked in the woods all night long. Maybe some animal will come along and sniff and lick that cunt of yours. Would you like a wolf to do that? Or maybe you go for something bigger. Like a bear."

"A bear?" she asked, frightened. She hadn't even thought of such dangerous animals being around her.

"Sure, the woods are full of them. But then, what do you care? You're a cunning bitch. You might be able to talk the bear out of doing anything to you. Might have to fuck the animal, but you're probably used to that."

"You low-life! You cocksucking, shit-eating, son of a bitch!" she screamed. "I'll see you bum in hell!"

"Nice and warm there. Not here. Getting chilly, in fact," he said. "God, but I wouldn't want to be out here all night long."

She got the man's message. She lowered her shrill voice and asked, "What do I have to do to get inside the cabin? I'll do anything."

"Do? Nothing," he said, turning and leaving her strung up on the tree limb. An icy blast caused goose-bumps to mar her perfect skin. It was going to be a long, cold night.

She fell into a coma around midnight. Sandy no longer cared what happened to her. She could die then and there and all would be fine. Around one in the morning, a mournful howling brought her out of her stupor. She looked down between her legs and there sat a large wolf. She feared that it was rabid.

Instead of biting her, it began licking. She sighed as the wolf tongued all the way up the inside of her leg and finally stopped around her pussy. His rough tongue felt like sandpaper against her skin. Yet it stimulated her and brought her back to life.

As the wolf-tongue probed around her cunt-lips, she felt desire. Her pussy began to move in excitement. She didn't understand what was happening to her but it lit her up inside like a light bulb. She was soon panting as hard as the wolf.

The animal finally got its fill of licking the bound woman's pussy and trotted off into the darkness. She looked after it, wondering if it would do any good to fall out. It might come back; it might also bring the rest of the pack. She didn't want to repeat the degrading experience.

Still, that very humiliation of having a wild beast sniff around her cunt and then begin to lick her had brought out hated for Paul. Paul Carmody would pay for this. It was too simple to give up. She would hang on just to spite him. She wouldn't freeze out here. She would live and get her revenge on that blackmailing bastard.

In spite of her determination, Sandy was almost unconscious from exposure by the time the sun poked above the far tree-lined ridge. The stillness in the forest slowly gave way to the cawing of ravens and the cries of other birds defending their territory. She heard the crunch of boot-heels against gravel before she saw Paul.