We were out camping. Not along one of the standard trails, but out in the middle of nowhere. It was going to be a week long trip, and it had taken up most of the first two days to get all of the equipment out to the site, it was so remote, but by the end of those two days, we where both convinced that there was not another human being for miles. Just the two of us, and nature, and all this junk that he insisted we bring.
The tent made sense, although it was warm enough out that we spent the first night sleeping under the stars. The food of course made sense, as did all of the standard camping gear. The monitors were a pain and a half to lug out here though, as were the dozen video cameras, but he insisted they were important, and refused to tell me why. They were all the same model, with night vison capability and extended batteries.
We were setting up the video camera now. They were all wireless, so that made it a little easier. There was a fallen log in the center of our campsite, and he insisted that we line up the cameras to see every angle of it.
I could only think of one use for that log, it being maybe a foot and a half high, and just broad enough... it gave me shivers just thinking about lying across it and being taken from behind. But that didn't explain all of the cameras. I will admit I am a bit of an exhibitionist, among other quirks, but this was a bit much.
The last camera to be placed actually went at the very base of the log, dug into the ground so that it pointed straight up at... well, nothing was there now, but if my guess was right, it would be pointed straight at the point of penetrations. I could feel myself blushing as he finished with that one.
"I assume, amidst all that equipment you brought a VCR, right?" I joked.
He laughed. "Of coarse. I'm sure you'll want to look over every minute of it at leisure."
"And you won't?"
He just smiled in response.
Again, I shivered. Games sometimes got a little more interesting then I appreciated between us, but they were almost always fun in the end. As I watched him stand up, brush off his knees and walk off toward the midday meal, I wondered exactly what he had planned this time. We talked about our fantasies often, and so he knew how much it turned me on, the idea of being ravished outside, in the woods, especially if I was helpless and anything might happen... but this seemed to be more than that. I just could not wrap my mind around what else he must be plotting.
Lunch was simple but good. We went out for a long hike afterwards, just to learn who our neighbors were, he said. I love the outdoors, but I still only spotted half the tracks he did. Raccoon, deer, some wild dog. He found bear markings, and bobcat, and corrected that it was actually wolf that I had seen. Apparently we were on the borders of one of the relocation areas... Mind you, my trivia might have been out of date. There are a couple of places around the country where they did not need to reintroduce them... The wolves never left. For all I knew we were camping at one of those.
We had dinner just before sunset, and then it was time for games to begin. He had me stand in the center of camp, next to the log, and strip, slowly, while he watched. This was standard, and worked as a nice lead up for whatever he planned next. As I was peeling away the last bit of clothes, he motioned for me to kneel across the log. I obeyed, trying to remain calm. A game. That's all it was, was a game. There were no other people for miles.
I had not noticed, when we were placing the cameras, that he had threaded a few lengths of rope under the log. I shivered as he tied them around my wrists. He also secured them to my legs, but not before spreading my knees. I felt so vulnerable, I could already tell I was wet. The log was not as smooth as I had first thought, and the most comfortable position for my legs really was spread out, to avoid some of the knots and grooves in the wood. It really was an ideal log for this.
Once I was secure I had a much harder time trying to follow what he was doing. I could move my head, but that was it. I think he stepped away to turn on all of the cameras. When he came back, he straddled the log, sitting next to me.
"How long does the charge run on those things?" I tried to keep my voice calm. I had not expected the ropes, and was not sure where else this was leading.
"They should last all night.
"All night?" I laughed. "Since when would we need that? Three hours is usually your max, and we are pushing it then."
He smiled, and casually reached between my legs. At his first stroke, I felt my breath catch. I also felt, through his touch, exactly how wet I already was. I would be dripping soon.
"That is true, although you have complained before that you could last longer given the opportunity. Consider this the opportunity."
"What... Wha... What do you mean?" It was an effort to get the words out, I was shuddering so badly. I had never gotten this close to an orgasm this quickly before. I tried to tell myself that it was being exposed outdoors, it was the cameras, that it had nothing to do with what he was saying.
"It's very simple." He smiled. And he removed his hand. "Just think about it. You'll figure it out soon."
I was shivering with need. "Please. Please." I tried to thrust my hips up where his hand had been. I felt him stroke my back instead.
"You want it that much?"
I was near tears. I had been so close. So insanely close. "Please!"
He climbed off of the log then, and stood in front of me. He was still clothed, but my face came level with his crotch. "Open your mouth," he said, and I obeyed without thinking.
But he didn't unzip. Instead he slipped a gag into my mouth. After the initial shock, I felt around with my tongue and decide it wasn't that bad. It wasn't a standard gag. It just kept my tongue pinned. I could still make noise, could still probably make a lot of noise, but nothing would be words.
He turned and walked away. I mumbled after him. I moaned. I knew he couldn't be going far, but he had not set out a campfire, and it was getting later and later at night, such that five feet from me, he was invisible.
I was alone. I was alone, and trapped in a very very compromising position. What if we had been wrong? What if there were other campers near by? What would happen if someone found me? I could feel my sex throbbing at the idea, even as I tried to tell myself that he would be more attentive then that. He wouldn't really just leave me out here. Not like this. Not this helpless.
Then he was back. But rather than initially talking to me, he stepped about behind me, and kneeling down, licked along the length of my opening. I moaned so loud I thought I would die. I felt him stick his tongue inside me and I began trying to thrust backwards, around him. Moments earlier, any of this would have been enough to send me over the edge. But he had waited too long. I needed more now. Just a little more. He pulled way, laughing, just before I reached my goal.
He was still laughing, I was still panting, as he walked around to kneel in front of me. "I take it you are enjoying yourself?"
I moaned and tried to wag my tail in the air. He laughed again. Then I spotted what he was holding. I tried to pull away, only succeeding in reminding myself how trapped I was. A blindfold.
He actually patted me on the head, as he slipped it in place. I was mumbling, growling, anything I could think of to tell him I didn't want this. I wanted to see what was going on.
I felt his breath on my ear before he started whispering. "You've said before you would know me anywhere. You know my scent. You know the feel of my body. Where is the harm in not being able to see me?"
I whimpered. Then I felt his hand massaging my swollen crotch. Just for a moment, but it was more than enough. I felt the orgasm take me faster than one ever had. I was thrashing, fighting against the ropes, feeling the course bark of the log try to scratch my stomach. All the while his fingers continued to dance, making it last longer and longer and longer, until I felt myself thoroughly melting.
When he finally pulled his hand away, sopping wet I was sure, he had the gall to tell me, "You seem to enjoy it well enough." I could hear the smile in his voice.
I mumbled at him, a disappointed, angry sound.
He reached up and stroked my hair. I could feel my hair trying to stick to his hand. "Don't worry. You know me better than that. I won't abandon you out here. What do you think all the cameras are for?"
I mumbled again, confused.
"You are going to spend all night out here, ready and waiting. I am going to spend all night in the tent, watching the cameras. Watching you."
I mumbled again, still confused. Then I felt his hand again, stroking. This soon after the last orgasm it would not result in anything, but he was going slowly enough that it was not unpleasant. If I could make myself relax it might even build to something. He couldn't be serious... He couldn't...
"You know as well as I do, that there aren't any other people out here. No one for miles and miles. But we were just watching today for signs of anything else that was living around here. You helped me make a list of what else was living within walking distance."
I moaned. I could feel myself beginning to build. It was way too soon. I never came in this rapid of succession.
"Do you really think that everything we saw marks for was female? What would happen if a male bear caught a whiff of you right now? Or a wolf? Or a stag? You, lying open like this, desperate for anything to stick a shaft inside you.
I didn't want to admit how close I was. It wasn't right. It was just that he knew how to stroke my body, that was all. I was not being turned on like this by the idea of being left out as bait for anything in the surrounding woods. As much as I wanted to fight it though, he was right about one thing. I wanted something inside me NOW. I didn't overly care if it was his cock, or his fingers, or a branch he found on the ground. I just knew that I had come twice in the last hour... maybe in the last half hour... and my body was desperate to be actually penetrated.
"Do you like the idea?"
I moaned. I don't think I meant it as an answer. It just came out.
He stopped moving his hand, pulled it away from me. "Are you sure? I could still untie you and let you get dressed and go back to sleep. Nothing too bizarre to think about?"
I moaned and thrust up toward his hand. I wasn'y thinking about what he was saying, just about the fact that he had stopped. He had to start up again. He had to. I was going to die if he didn't let me finish climbing.
He laughed. I felt his tongue again. And I shuddered. Not much. Not a real orgasm, but the shudder of the nerves trying to figure out how the stimulation was changing. I wanted something real inside me, not his stupid tongue. I began to thrust again, whining.
He came up laughing, having never finished his task. "Well if you are sure?"
He stood up then, and left me. Just left me lying there, crying for him to finish what he started. I heard him walk away, and I couldn't even see. Helpless. It struck me then. I was completely helpless.
I heard a noise behind me, a few minutes later. I tried to tell myself that it was my imagination. But then I felt a tongue. Smooth and slimy. I told myself it must be him. It had to be. A wild animal would feel different, right? But there were no hands, no fingers, no words. Just a tongue, and then after a few minutes, I felt it lying across my back, its member pushed against me, about to enter. I shivered as I felt it force its way in. I was scared. And scared, all of my initial dampness had left me. I tried to tell myself that it was just him. That he was playing. That I knew this scent, the sensation of these thrusts. That is was just his game. He pulled out after less than a dozen strokes, still hard as a rock.
I felt a small bite to the top of my ear, then I heard his voice. "You're going to have to do better than that, sweetheart. I suspect some of the marks we spotted belong to things a lot bigger than me. If you don't dampen up when you first hear them coming, you're going to have a hard time enjoying the fit."
I whined. I whimpered. And I heard him walking way from me.
An untold amount of time later, I heard something creeping up. I tried to relax. I tried to tell myself that he was just playing another joke. That nothing would really approach at the scent of a human. I tried to center myself on a mood that would make me damp enough. Maybe then he would untie me and let me back into the tent.
Then I felt the tongue. I had been right. A human tongue felt very different. I was more than damp enough by the time he climbed inside.
I couldn't wait to see the videos of what I caught.