"Here we are," Jack announced, pulling to a stop on the trail.

Where is here, she wondered, surveying the trees, trees and more trees around them. She couldn't possibly understand why he'd chosen this place to stop.

"Take off your robe. And give me your right hand," he said, the command snapping her attention back to him. Pulling a rope from his bag, he wrapped it around her wrist several times, knotting it so that it wouldn't slip off. He then secured her left wrist in the same way. Taking hold of the other end of the rope, he threw it up and over the limb of the tree to her left, then took the other rope and threw it on the tree to her right. At his command, she sat on the stump between the trees while he secured the ropes through eye hooks he'd pounded into the trunks. Pulling both ropes taut enough to keep her arms raised high, he tied the free ends to her ankles. The cleverness of it hit her when she realized that she could only lower her hands by raising her legs off the ground. Otherwise her arms would be up high, and her breasts would be exposed for anyone to see. Plus, when Jack slipped the blindfold over her eyes, she couldn't have struggled if she wanted to.

Robbed of her ability to see, Kelli strained to decipher the sounds Jack made. She heard him grunt with effort and the thump of something heavy being set next to her. Next came a pounding sound of hammer to nail. She heard the backpack being zipped. Finally, finally, he spoke to her. "You can think of this as a special test. A test to see how much you've learned. You're to sit here, go with the flow, and not say a single, solitary word. Not a word. Not a sound. Nothing." His words sounded ominous to her. He hadn't even mentioned a punishment. She'd be quiet, that was for sure. She tried hard to determine which direction he took as he walked away, but the trees absorbed too much sound. She was alone.

Fortunately, the morning air had warmed considerably, and there was only a slight breeze, which sometimes tickled her nipples. Where had Jack gone? And how long would it be before he returned? For all she knew, he was standing just a few feet away, filming her discomfort. She tried to remember if she'd seen the video camera that morning. He'd used it to take some explicit photos of her the night before, something he'd done almost every evening. She reviewed his instructions again. Sit there. No talking. Go with the flow. Her arms were getting tired, and he hadn't said anything about not moving around. Through trial and error, she learned that she could bring her hands down to chin level by raising her legs off the ground. Not that it helped much. With her legs spread wide, she felt more vulnerable than ever. And hunching her legs in toward her body made her position on the log very precarious. She didn't want to fall off. She'd never get on again.

While she couldn't hear any people nearby, the forest had noises of its own. The rustle of leaves announced the presence of a squirrel or chipmunk. The branches sometimes clattered when the wind picked up. And the twitter of the birds helped keep her company. She settled in, suspecting she'd have to wait a long time for Jack's return.

Intently listening to the birds' chorus, Kelli almost missed the sound of footsteps approaching. Was that Jack? She cocked her head to one side, as if she could tell by the weight of the sound the weight of the person. It had to be Jack, didn't it? The steps made a full circle around her, then stopped off to her left. One person, for sure. But who? She heard a soft whump as something dropped to the ground, and then the footsteps came even closer, until she could feel the nearness of another person. She sniffed hard, trying to pick up a scent. Nothing. The sudden feel of fingers on her breast almost toppled her from her seat. Someone was groping her! She felt rough skin slide along hers. Callused fingers touched her nipples. A hand lightly rubbed the cloth between her legs, a finger pulling it aside, and then plunging inside her quivering hole. After half a minute of finger fucking, it finally withdrew.

Kelli felt certain that there was just one person assaulting her. A man, by the calluses on the hands. But who? It could be Jack. And for him, she'd have to go along. But what if it was someone else? What if some stranger had come along, and was taking advantage of her naked helplessness? She heard the rustle of clothing, and the unmistakeable sound of a zipper. What if a stranger was preparing to rape her right now? Her mind raced. Jack would be watching her. If someone came along, Jack would come over and get rid of him. She listened with all her might, but could only hear the sounds made by the person next to her. No one was running towards them. No one was shouting. That meant the person next to her had to be Jack. She remembered his instructions. Sit here. Say nothing. And go with the flow. He'd specifically told her to go with the flow. This was part of the test!

Expecting to feel the hands between her legs again, Kelli was surprised to feel soft flesh pressing against her lips. As she shied away, she felt hands on each side of her face pull her mouth against the flesh. The meaning was obvious. Parting her lips, she took the soft cock into her mouth, playing the tip of her tongue over it, as if she could ascertain its ownership simply by touch. But it felt and tasted just any other. For all she knew, it could be Jack's. Best to act as though it was. Using her lips, teeth and tongue, she sucked and slurped at the hot flesh until it had hardened to the point where she could only keep some of it in her mouth. She paused then, unsure of how to proceed. Did he want her to keep sucking? To close tight for a mouth fuck? To transfer her attention to his balls or elsewhere? She got her answer when she felt her hands being lowered, which in turn raised her ankles to a very uncomfortable position. Taking the hard shaft in her hands, she proceeded to administer a wet and fervent blow job, sucking, slurping, licking and gnawing with unfeigned urgency. The faster he got off, the faster he'd be away. She paid particular attention to the hard yet silky crown. As she kissed and sucked it, she pistoned the shaft between her hands, as though to pinch the cum from one point to another. It had to be Jack, she'd decided. Only he could force her to do something like this but still be so quiet during it.