Duncan Fox - Daddy_s darling daughter

Sweating and straining, Judy tried to ignore the pain as she wrestled the loop of rope over, her knuckles. She thought she could hear the bones in, her band groaning as they were ground together by the tight loop. Then it was over her knuckles and, was pressing her fingers together. Judy heaved a sigh of relief that almost burst her ribs. The worst was past.

Wriggling her fingers, Judy worked the loop of rope slowly off. It wasn't the only loop around that hand and wrist, but as it slid down her fingers, there was more and more slack. This meant that, on this wrist at least, Judy did not have to wrestle with a knot.

Judy found it hard to keep from cheering herself when she at last managed to flick her fingers free of that particular loop of rope. A quick tug on her wrist made the loosened bindings burn across her flesh, but it gave her more slack to work with on the remaining loops. Judy had to fight to steady her breath and take her time. Her muscles were quivering with exhaustion and excitement as she eased the next loop down over her hand. This time it was simple. It was loose enough that it didn't press her bones together, or threaten to crush them. It slid down her fingers quickly and she flipped it off.

From here on, that hand was simple. The last two loops came off as one, sliding down over her hand and dropping away. The sudden release of the pull against Judy's left arm made her lose her balance and swing wildly. Her right arm and both feet were still secured, and Judy went straight down on her face into the leaves, her right arm pulled painfully back by the rope still around it. She barely managed to break her fall with her left hand. For a long time she lay panting in a heap at the base of the tree, her legs still straddling the trunk, her right arm pulled back and upward behind her. The relief at just being able to change her position was exquisite. Judy's aches now came from muscles released from torment.

As she lay on the ground, the squirrel that had earlier explored her body came hopping across the clearing, his feet crashing through the dry leaves. A few feet from Judy he stopped and sat up, eyeing her curiously. Judy sensed that she was being watched and opened one eye. From where she lay, one cheek pressed to the welcome, solid earth, the squirrel looked like a giant.

"Hi," Judy greeted him, her disposition greatly improved by her changed position.

At the sound of her voice, the squirrel jumped, turned and scampered away. Judy felt badly that she had scared him. Evidently he could sense her decreased helplessness and was not about to trust her.

Judy's right wrist was still secured by a length of rope that apparently ran down to her left ankle. Squirming awkwardly on the leaves, she curled her body around to reach her wrist. This time she had to pick at a tight granny knot.

After breaking two fingernails on it, she managed to get it loosened and untied. With a sigh of relief,' Judy dragged her right arm down and massaged her chafed wrist, rubbing circulation back into her hand. The fingers of both hands tingled painfully with the return of feeling.

Judy was lying on her face in the leaves now, the twigs scraping her thoroughly abused skin. But the joy of being unbent from the big tree made up for any discomfort she might have felt. The sunlight and air felt wonderful against her back after being pressed to the harsh bark of the tree for so long.

Twisting herself around, Judy managed to reach one of her ankles. Able to work on the knot with both hands, she quickly freed it, then turned to get to the other foot. It was only a second's work now to free herself from the last loops of rope. With a sigh of relief, Judy sat, knees pressed to her forehead and just relished the feeling of freedom she had. Trying to thoroughly appreciate just being released from the tree, she refused to contemplate the journey ahead of her. She knew that the woods would have a lot of traffic through them on a nice summer day. It made her think of a recurrent nightmare she had, of suddenly being naked, walking down a corridor at school, with everyone staring at her. Only this was no dream. She really was naked, and it was going to be a good trick to make it home without someone seeing her.

The cool breezes across Judy's back dried the sweat when she at last uncoiled and looked around herself. Her eyes seemed to be focusing with unusual clarity, making all the colors and textures in the woods stand out brilliantly. An aching tiredness suffused her body, making it hard to get herself moving.

Getting to her knees, she looked around carefully, her ears cocked for any strange noises. The woods were reassuringly normal, filled with the calls of birds and the rustle of leaves in the wind. There was no indication that anyone was near.

Without much hope, Judy checked around the clearing to see if there was anything she could use to cover her naked body. Judy decided that if Adam and Eve really had dressed in fig leaves, those leaves were a lot bigger than any she saw around her. There was nothing. The boys had even taken the breechcloths with them when they had run away. The only thing she had was her shoes, which had somehow stayed on during everything.

Her heart pounding, Judy took a deep breath and started up out of the hollow.

She crept along like a timid animal, her ears cocked to any strange sound. Her feet rustled through the leaves, and she froze, thinking someone was nearby.

Reassured by the silence, she went on, trying to keep as quiet as possible. She thought that anyone near would surely hear her heart pounding. The breeze brushed over her skin, and she shivered in spite of the warmth of the sun trickling down through the leaves. By the time Judy reached the top edge of the hollow, her breath was burning her throat from nervousness, exhaustion and excitement. There was something erotically stimulating in this perilous, nude journey through the woods. Judy thought of how the Indians must have felt as they crept through the underbrush.

Behind the thick screen of brush at the top of the hollow, Judy paused and held her breath, listening carefully. A mockingbird was singing nearby, and a jay was screaming farther off, but aside from that the woods were quiet. The breeze seemed to be dying in the midday beat. Her heart in her throat, Judy left the shelter of the thick brush and scampered down the path. The speed of her passage made another breeze that dried the sweat on her body and made her nipples hum with excitement. It brushed through her few tiny wisps of pubic hair, making them stir and tickle. She ran, her bare limbs flashing in the sunlight, her newly burgeoning breasts jiggling on her chest. Her feet pounded through the leaves of the forest floor, her panic making her feet run harder and faster. All she could see was her home, a long ways away, and she had to get to it.

The path led downward, plunging toward the stream, and Judy darted along it like a terrified squirrel. Branches whipped at her face and body as she bounded down the hill, skipping gracefully over rocks and roots, dodging through the trees. As frightened as she was, Judy felt incredibly free without any clothes, the air brushing past her body, making her inhale deeply. She ran and ran, her feet flashing over the ground like a dancer's.

She was moving so rapidly, she almost went headlong into the stream when she reached the bottom of the hill. Braking frantically, Judy flung out one arm and caught the bole of a tree, swinging around it in a tight arc. Pausing for a few moments, she huddled behind the big mass and fought to catch her breath. She realized that home was still a long ways away, and that running might not be the best way to get there, after all.

Huddling behind the tree, she fought to control her panic, and think. If she ran, she would spend less time in the woods, and perhaps no one would see her.