A Walk Through the Woods

Davis trudged through the woods, glad for his heavy pullover. The air was cold, and when the winds whipped up, it really bit at the exposed skin of face. The jacket was also heavy enough to keep the scratching branches and thorny brambles from even being a bother.

None of this could be said about the girl who trailed a few steps behind him. She was naked and barefoot and had been this entire little stroll. Well, she had two article of "clothing," handcuffs keeping her hands bound behind her back and a thick leather dog collar that covered all of her neck It was just a little tight on her, just enough to making breathing a smidge difficult. Davis held the leash attached to the collar, making sure she kept close enough to him. At he ever felt the leash go taunt, he would have tugged, and hard.

Once, back when she was first getting used to the leash, his tugs would often pull her right off her feet. That had made him laugh. These days, to his disappointment, he rarely ever got to tug - he could have at any time, but he preferred to reserve that punishment for when she had done something wrong. Even when they had walked through the briar patch, she had managed to keep up with him, despite not being able to use her hands. She was pretty scratched up from it, red welts and thin red cut lines. It looked good on her, he thought, but how much more damage he could have caused had he simple yanked her forward and dragged her by the neck through the thorns. Ah well, maybe on the way home.

She was a pretty girl, or so Davis thought; others might disagree with that assessment, though few would say she hadn't been pretty before. She used to have perfect, smooth skin; large, round breasts with small nipples that perked up a bit with a little attention. She had had a beautiful tan - and she used to tan topless, too, so no stupid lines around her tits. Very neat and well groomed golden hair and sparkling blue eyes. A soft tuft of hair between her legs, too, but kept trim. Her face had been radiant, even innocent, once.

Now, it was blank, mostly, resigned, or twisted up into looks of pain. He didn't get that much anymore unless he really worked for it. She had been trained well, treated harshly, and was used to the torment. Her breasts were considerably flatter than before from being squeeze repeatedly in a large vice and all sort of stretched from being suspended from his basement ceiling by them. Her nipples were longer from the various stretchings. One had a ring through it - once it had been a little metal thing but now he had her at a four gauge ring and spoke of going larger. The other nipple had several metal rings secured tightly around it, rising from the base. As her nipple had been stretched, a new ring had been added and old ones tightened to squeeze it out more, elongating it. A small chain secured the piercing to the stretchers; Davis liked to attach weights to it from time to time - there was a small five pounder dangling there now.

Her skin was marred with scars, cuts, bruises, and welts. There would be more after this hike, too. She still had no tan lines, but that was from being pale; she was rarely let out of the house, only for special occasions like today when Davis had a new treat for her. Her hair was a tangles mess, and not just from being out in the woods and wind - now it had collected leaves and twigs and burs that would take forever to come out. The other girls would have to work hard to get that clean again, and it would probably hurt getting all of that crap out.

The only hair she had was on her head and above her eyes. Everything else was removed and often. The girls cleaned each other regularly, lavishly soaping and bathing and gently scrubbing. Davis let them have those moments together - the only tenderness any of them ever got was from each other. There was a large bath-tub Jacuzzi in the basement so all the girls could get in at once and clean each other off; they weren't always dirty, of course, but they all bathed together. Usually it took a while, either because he had gotten some of them so very dirty or because one was so sore or wounded the other had to be particularly careful.

Davis liked the bathing for a few reasons. First, because the girls were so loving and gentle with each other, if gave them a break from his torture for a while. Constant torture one can get used to, after all. But pain was so much more exquisite after moments of such love and peace. He enjoyed watching it, too, because these girls really grew to love each other very much, and that showed: he found that sexy. Also, with the bond that was created between the girls, it made it so much more cruel when he made one of the girls hurt another - cruel for both of them. He enjoyed that as well.

Davis could no longer remember this one's name, but he was sure he knew it at one point. In fact, had he wanted to put some effort into his memory, he could probably force her name back into his mind, but he didn't really care. He may have called her by it once or twice in the beginning, but that had been years ago. She did not need a name now, none of them did; names would be too good for them, and you couldn't treat them too well or they didn't obey properly. Besides, that's not what they wanted anyway. They wanted to be treated harshly, like the dumb fuck-toys they were.

He let go of the branch he had pushed out of his way, and he turned to watch asit sprung back and smacked into her tit, making the flesh wobble under the impact and her cry out in pain. It had been a heavy branch and had some force when it snapped. She had seen it coming and tensed up, but she didn't turn away from it, knowing that Davis wanted it to hit her - she was a good girl. Davis thought she might have even angled herself to take the brunt of the hit on her tits. She was left gasping for air, but quickly ducked under it to follow as he led. Tears were in her eyes from the pain, but she said nothing. Her boobs were already bright red from the hit, and her body trembled, but that was probably from the cold, bitter wind.

Davis led her up to the tree he had picked for this occasion. She didn't know that, she thought this was all random, but Davis liked to plan things out. Don't leave it for chance. The girl thought they were miles from the house, but really, they weren't too far. Davis just took the long way to make it harder on her.

It wasn't a super thick tree, just wide enough for her to get her arms around it, and that's exactly what he had her do. Uncuffing one hand, he ordered her to embrace the tree and, when she had done so, he cuffed her back up. He had a length of rope which he tied tossed over a low hanging branch on the side opposite her, then tied the rope together through the cuffs. She would be able to sink no lower than a half squat, and doing so would press her tight against the tree bark, squishing her tits. At that point, even her crotch and thighs would be against the tree, but that was the point.

There was a branch growing low to the ground, nearly coming out of the roots, and it rose up between her body and the main tree trunk, reaching a height just above her head. Davis reached between her body and the tree, grapping his intruding branch at about her navel level. He wiggled the branch as best he could, trying to break it off. It smacked her repeatedly: her face, her tits, her arms. He struggled and struggled with it, trying to twist it, but it was too thick to break, as he knew it would be. It was just fun to beat her with it under the guise of trying to rip it down. Her skin was red and lined with scratches; most were nothing more than wicked welts, but several bled thin lines.

Once he had had enough fun, he pulled out his knife and sawed through the branch. With a few quick strokes, he cleaned the bark off the top few inches and rounded off the end slightly.

"Mount up," he told her.

She looked down at the wooden tree phallus pressed against her waist. She was surprised, but she immediately began to maneuver herself into position. She leaned as far to one side, then lifted her leg. It was awkward for her, but she managed to lift herself up by her bonds and get her leg over it. She lowered her cunt down towards the branch.

It definitely wasn't the largest thing she had ever had shoved up inside of her, but Davis figured it was thicker than the average cock. Besides, this wasn't an exercise of stretching - this was more fun than that.

It took her some time to final get herself down on it, but Davis let her take her time. She was probably already wet from the walk and especially that tree branch - that was the type of stuff she liked. She settled herself until she was standing flat footed on the ground, hugging the tree, the branch buried a few inches into her cunt. Davis walked around her, inspecting the impalement. It got his hard to see her bound with the branch jutting up into her like. Like the tree itself was rapping her. Very sweet.

"Good," he said. "That looks very good." He held her eyes as his hand undid his belt and pulled it from his jeans. A look crossed her eyes for a second - maybe fear, maybe excitement, Davis wasn't sure. She knew what was coming and she was ready for it. Hell, she was longing for it at this point.

Davis stood behind her, his heavy leather belt in hand. He waited a few seconds, watching her twitch nervously but she never turned around. They all knew better than that, though she did stick her ass out a little as if begging for the beating he was about to deliver.

He obliged her, swinging his belt with all of his might and landing a sharp crack on the soft flesh of her ass. She cried out and jumped a little, which ground her body into the rough bark on the tree as she jerked up and forward away from the lash. This little jerk also had her sliding up and down on the tree branch. While de-barked, it was still no very smooth, but Davis figured she probably enjoyed the sensation of having it up inside her.

He continued to whip her, loving the sound of her pain and more than a little aroused by watching the her body pumping up and down on the tree branch as her chest slid across the bark. He would have loved to whip her tits, too, but there were a bit inaccessible the way she was tied.

He only spent a few minutes belting her ass, but he had managed to get them beet red with a ting of purple in some places in that time. He walked up behind her and slid a hand across her ass, feeling the heat of her skin. His hand went lower, across her asshole and to her cunt. The branch was sopping wet from her juices. Davis wasn't surprised.

"Well, if you're so wet," he said, his voice low and cold as always. "You're just going to need to take care of that."

She looked at him, her eyes pleading, imploring. She didn't speak: he hadn't asked a question of her or given her permission to talk, but she made her wants know. She was horny and she wanted relief.

"Okay. Then fuck."

She was confused.

"Fuck it. Fuck it hard, and fuck it fast."

She reacted immediately, beginning to lower herself on the branch. She stopped suddenly, and look of utter panic on her face. She turned back to him, her eyes imploring him, but Davis slapped her across the cheek for not obeying. Her face jerked from the blow and smacked into the tree trunk. She was reeling for a moment, dazed from the hard hit. Davis gave her a few moments to collect herself.

This time, once settled, she did exactly as he wanted. She was crying again, but silently, which was fine. Davis allowed that. Heavy sobbing and loud pleading and sniffling, that pissed him off. That required punishment, sever punishment. He usually got violent at that point.

She was going slowly, but she lowered herself as far as her bonds would let her. She was cringing in pain the whole way, and she grunted and groaned from the effort of taking it inside of her. Davis wasn't surprised by her ordeal. After all, the entire length that she had just lowered herself onto was still rough with bark and knots and small nubs. Davis had made no effort to clean up any more of the branch that what was in her while standing.

She drew herself up, watching his face for any sign that she would have to do that no more than once, but he was unrelenting. Once she got to the top of her stroke, back to a full stand, she lowered herself again.

Davis, not impressed with her speed, reached out suddenly and gave her shoulder a hard push down. His force knocked her down as far as she could go, even gave her arms a good jarring in the processes when they ran out of slack. She screamed as the rough thing impaled the soft insides of her cunt, ripping into her flesh.

"I said fast and hard."

She nodded. It took a while for her pace to really reach what Davis would consider a decent fuck speed, but she eventually made it and humped the tree branch in earnest. Her express of agony never once cleared from her face, and that's just how Davis wanted it. Every time the branch slid up into her, it hurt like hell and he could see it displayed clearly for his enjoyment. That was the point.

She rose up and to a stand, then squatted down, bending at the knees to the limit of her mobility, then rose again to a stand. As her body slid again the tree trunk, her stomach and thighs were being rubbed raw from the bark and her tits bounced against the wood. Sometimes the chain connecting her nipple ring to the nipple stretchers would snag on the gnarled bark and yank hard on her tits when the slack was pulled taut - it only added to her torment.

Davis was horny as hell watching his slave fuck herself on the tree. He loved to see his girls hurting themselves for his amusement, and she in no small amount of pain, but he would not be fucking her - that just wasn't part of the plan. This was not about sex, this was about his power over her. All he had to do was order it, and she was fuck that tree until her cunt was in taters and her tits were raw and bleeding from smacking into the bark. That was what mattered - his power over her. His power to cause her pain. And he was going to continue to exercise that power. He stepped up behind her and spread her ass cheeks apart with one hand. He leaned in, pressing his face against hers.

"I've got something else for you, too." He swung his other hand up and rammed the other side of the branch into her ass, shoving a good three inches right up inside with one swing. He had rounded off the broken end while she had been fucking the branch, but other than the very tip of it, he left all the bark on it.

She screamed. Oh god, how she screamed! He continued to apply pressure, slowly twisting the branch back and forth as he worked it deeper and deeper into her tight ass. He wiggled it around, giving it some hard turns and whirls, letting the rough texture and woody knots bite at her flesh. All the while she cried and screamed, jerking hard against the cuffs that kept her arms bound to the tree. She struggled against him, but his grip was firm and powerful, holding her body hard against the rough bark as he invaded her ass with the torturous stick.

He forced it up inside her body until he could get no more into of her. Then he yanked it almost entirely out and thrust it back up again. She was sobbing constantly now, her tears flowing like twin rivers down her cheeks. Satisfied by the depth which the stick resided in her rectum, he twisted it around a few times causing her to scream out in agony again. Had she not been so experienced and well trained, she'd have been pleading with him to stop, but she knew better.

Davis pulled the slave down as far as her chain would allow, testing the length, and the raced her up a couple inches before wedging the end of stick protruding from her against the ground. He retrieved the hammer and nails he had left her when he located this spot and made the plan. The slave reacted immediately, her eyes widening with terror. Davis almost laughed. He loved that look.

But much to her surprise, the nail was not for her. He nailed the branch sticking out of her as to the tree root. She could not move it from its place and at the angle he had positioned it, she could not stand high enough to get her ass off of it. Unless it was cut or the nail removed, that branch was not escaping her anus.

Davis pushed his the girl down, forcing her back down to the maximum allowance of her bonds. She was panting in pain, the rough shaft in her ass poking deep into the soft flesh of her insides. Going any deeper would pierce her rectum, Davis was sure, but he did not need her to go any further.

"How yourself here."

Her eyes were closed as she coped with the pain, but she nodded to show she had heard and would obey. Davis grabbed her left tits, crushed it hard against the tree trunk and slid it down as far as he could pull it. He shifted his grip, smashing her boob flat, until he was pinning her nipple as far around the circumfrance of the trunk as he could get it. He smacked her across the face, and she looked at him; her peered into her eyes and smiled as he held up a nail in his free hand. She cringed, knowing exactly what he planned.

Davis place the tip of the nail against the nipple, and holding her tit in place with his forearm, and the nail with that hand, he raised his hammer and gave it a smack. She screamed, her voice echoing through the otherwise silent forest. It took a few taps to get the nail solidly embedded in the tree, but he had expected that and didn't mind giving it the extra taps to secure if firmly.

Davis then went around to her over breast and did the same thing, flattening it against the rough bark, crushing it as far around the trunk as he could physically stretch it, and then nailing the nipple into place.

It was a beautiful, eloquent torture, really. The sticks in her ass and pussy where digging deep into her tender flesh and the cuffs were biting into the skin of her wrists, and in order to relieve that pain, she would have to rise to a stand. Now, she had some pull in her tits to move up, but only a little bit; she might be able to stand fully, but the to her tits would just be excruciating. She wouldn't be able to stay standing. She would have to lower herself again on the sticks.

Now, she might find a equilibrium in there were the sticks were not jabbing her and her nipples were not being pulled to badly, but that would be holding her body in a squat, which would make her legs ache and burn. She could not hold that position for very long with nothing to support her weight but her quads.

Davis admired his handiwork. It was exactly what he liked to do with his slaves - but them in a position where they had to hurt themselves. She had to choose if she was going to torture her cunt and ass or her tits. She would most likely end up doing both, lowering herself until she could not take the pain inside of her pelvis and then rising to her fit until her poor nipples could take no more abuse. And the slow rising and falling of her body would work those rough branches in and out of her orifices with ever position shift; guaranteeing the maximum amount of pain: she would wait until she absolutely could not stand the agony any more before making such a shift up of down the branches.

It was simple, but oh so perfect. But he had one more trick to play. He set the hammer on the branch her handcuffs were on. It would not fall unless the branch receieved a decent shake, but she was sure at some point she would fall back on it or the chain would catch it during one of her moves. He had little doubt the hammer would fall eventually, and if it didn't, well, then she escaped some of the worst of it.

But if it did fall, the hammer would land on a bee hive, breaking into the thin shell and releasing the swarm. The hive was far enough away that they had yet to disturb it yet, not with it being so cold - the insects were less active now. But if provoked, he had no doubt his slave would be stung. Davis had not way of knowing how big the hive was or how many would sting her. She wasn't allergic to bee stings, but enough of them could kill a person. He didn't want her to die - he rather enjoyed playing with this slave; she had served him well. But he could get a new one easily enough if he had to.

Davis looked her over again, making sure everything was in place. She was already shifting up to a stand, the strain of pain on her face as the bark clawed at her cunt and ass and her nipples were stretched.

"I'll be back later to retrieve you," he told her and started to walk off. She whimpered as he left, knowing she would be there alone for a long time. It would be long after dark when he came to retrieve her, if he even came back at all.