The Emerald Chronicles
Prologue Chapter Three

Early Perils and Triumphs
Part Two

by Alexandra and Jen

One night, about three weeks after the gym incident I decided to go for a job around the small on-campus lake. It was typical for me, as it was the first step in my work-out routine for Tuesday evenings. I had put on a light white sportsbra with a pink tank top over it. White bikini panties, light blue cotton running shorts, socks, and shoes. My hair was up, as well.

About a third of the way around the lake is one of three places the path splits, one side going closer to the water, the other slightly higher and inland. Normally I run along the closer route because it's more scenic. Today, however, a young man in overalls turnned at my approach from a sign he's placing. He gestured to his right - the inland route - and moved so I could see the sign. The gist of it: The water route is closed, as part has subsided into the lake - Campus Facilities apologizes for the inconvenience.

I smiled, nodded my head, and swung onto the inland route. I headed along the inland route, which runs through a wooded area. It was a little colder here, but still quite nice, and I jogged casually along the path, not really pushing myself as much as I could. I was happy,
the day was comfortable, well the early night was, and my pace was relaxed.

It was much quieter up here. In fact I could hear a voice, maybe more, up ahead, but hadn't yet passed anyone on this part of the path. I kep running, a bit more time passed, no sign of whomever was walking. Suddenly, my legs stopped carrying me smoothly. It was like I was caught up on a branch - no, on a rope. I tried to step out, to regain my balance, but the rope was always there, it was completely wrapped around my lower legs! It got tighter, and I felt two small "thumps" against my calves.

I said "Ow!", as I fell, wondering who left a rope here. Then I rolled over, onto my butt, and started to sit up, to undo the rope. However, I didn't see a rope. What I saw was
some sort of "bolo"-type weapon, two balls with a length of rope between, now tangled several times around my calves. That was unusual, to say the least, and I looked about as I started to unwind it.

I saw a swarthy figure emerge from behind a tree. He was grinning and swaggering. I then heard movement to the left, where a larger figure was charging at me with his hands outstretched. They were both in jeans, dark t-shirts, and sneakers. Before I could do much, he was leaping onto me. His right hand caught my left arm at the elbow and I was forced onto my back with him over me.

"Get off of me!" I growled, as my right fist jabbed at his throat. I connected, too, and he looked pained, and quite uncomfortable. His right hand stayed on my arm, his left clutched at his neck, and I could see he was in pain. However, I could also see there was another man here, past my right foot. Also, the first one; who must have thrown the bolo. He was above me and to the left.

I didn't know why they attacked me, but I struck again at the one over me. My fingers found his eyes, blinding him, at least for the moment, perhaps forever. He was still straddling my waist, though, as with both hands he held his face, wailing.

From above my head I heard "Eehhh! We have a lively little chicky here!"

Then the one below said "Yeah! The live ones are the best!" Then I felt my foot grabbed, and a moment later my right sneaker was pulled off.

I, in the meantime, was trying to push Cripple off me. He was just flopping around in obvious agony, but unfortunately just didn't seem to want to fall off me. I gripped his bulk with both arms, and heaved, and somehow failed to dislodge him! Having my legs tied tight together made the attempt a liitle harder, but mainly it's just dumb luck that he lurched in just the right way to foil me. I was sitting up more, though, now.

At my feet, my other sneaker flew off, and my big toe was pinched between the man's thumb and forefinger. Then he fluttered fingers over my sole, through my sock, playfully. The other participant, now, moved in with something in his hand. He dropped to his knees above my head, and used that momentum to add to his swing, as what looked like a blackjack plummeted toward my forehead.

I bobbed, and took the hearty blow between my neck and right shoulder. I felt a brief wave of numbness run down that arm from the contact. I tossed Cripple off me, though, and he lay on the trail, moaning and crying. I could hear some sort of jingling noise from behind - the way I came running from - as the one at my feet tugged my socks off. In the meantime, I once more sat up, looking at Blackjack.

The one at my feet said. "Nice toes, eh? This little piggie..." He laughed to himself as he squeezed a small toe. Above me, bolo-man was grinning too, although it's probably not because he found things that funny. He raised the blackjack with one hand, and then his other, unexpectedly, snapped forward and hit me between the eyes. It didn't hurt, but it did distract me, and made me blink, and as I did, the blackjack hit hard against my skull. He also said "Yes. Very nice toes, Guy."

I sagged back a little, but didn't fall. I looked at him "You're starting to make me mad!" I growled, as I snapped a palm strike at his lower leg.

He didn't seem all that fazed by my resistance. "A reeaall lively one! We see what we can do. Ohh, she's so cute when she's mad!" But despite his last-second effort at evasion, I connected, and caused pain. Not enough to put him out, but enough to make his grin slip a little.

Below me, Guy said "I wonder, Juan, these toes, they go with white...or black?" He stopped tickling for a moment, and Juan didn't answer because he was gritting his teeth with the pain. Then, the jingle gets louder - and from 'above', I saw the worker I passed earlier jogging up. "Hey!"

Hoping that the worker would distract Juan, I sat futher up once more, and again struck at his leg, aiming for his knee this time.

"You're right, white." I heard. Juan, however, refused to be distracted. He managed to deflect my hand, which, after all, was a little awkward attacking backwards, and he caught my wrist with his blocking hand. The blackjack was dropped, and his other hand grasped my wrist, as well, as he attempted to twist my arm painfully, to make me bend over. The worker jogged over, puffing a little with exertion.

I twisted to the side, grabbing at the blackjack, as it seemed my best option. It left me in a strange position, but I had to try.

Then there was a new feeling on my right foot, one that was much more delicate then Guy's fingertips, but just as insistent. I glimpsed a medium-sized white feather in his hand, and he was intently running it along the bottom of that foot with one hand. I twisted and managed to wrap my hand around the blackjack. Before I could lift it, though, the worker's foot came down on the weapon, pressing it down with his weight, and catching my hand under it as well! "I was afraid you guys'd be done!"

"Hey!" I say, then realize he's in on this as well. I giggled, then said "What are you all attacking me for anyway?"

Worker panted a little. "Jeez, you gotta ask?" He leaned down and grasped my tanktop, yanking it up, just inside out and over my head, so it covered my face. "Shit you guys, you ain't done nothin'!"

The feather kept playing with my sole as Guy said "well, I'm having fun!" Juan didn't speak, but he kept trying to twist, struggling against my strength with both of his hands.

I was a little worried now, as I could only see in brief, peripheral, flashes, and I pulled on both my arms, trying to get at least one of them free. I was not happy with my lack of mobility, and lack of options, and the feather was mildly distracting, all of which lended extra incentive to my attempts to break free. But, even with that incentive, I wasn't sure if I could get free.

"Looks like you didn't hit 'er hard enough Juan." said Worker. Then something came down just at the back of my head. Something very hard, and mallet-like. Both my hard were still held, as well, although Juan was grunting with exertion to remain in place. The blow slammed into me hard and I grunted - one or two more like that would stop me, I thought. But, if he is
swinging something large, then he needs solid footing, which my hand did not provide. So, I yanked that arm, with all my might, trying to knock him off balance.

I took a moment, then my yank staggered worker as my hand came free. However, with a grab he also tore my sprots bra off, my breasts popping freely into sight. I forced myself not to think about that. I pivoted slightly, and snapped up my free arm - with the blackjack - at where I hoped Juan's knee was!

I connected with something, but not as solidly as I hoped and at about the same time, the feather stopped fluttering. Guy said "You're right, Evan. There's more to life than just a pretty toe!"

I brought the blackjack back for another smash, but two hands caught my forearm. Instead of swinging my arm forward, I ended up being abruptly jerked backwards and down. Juan still held the other arm, but my formerly free one was driven hard against the ground, and my back hit down too. A second later, Guy's weight plunked down just below my knees, straddling my legs.

The impact stunned me for just a moment. That moment, though was long enough for Juan to pin my other arm to the ground. "Let me go!" I hissed, through the top, at them. However, for all the defiance there, I was scared. As Emerald, I could perhaps toss three men off me. As Mel, no, not with grips like this. Then, I felt hands on my shorts, as Guy said "Any bets on the panties, gentlemen? White like the bra? Pink like the top? Blue like the shorts?" Juan said pink, Evan white, and Guy settled for blue.

"Hey! Stop that!" I yelled.

"Let you go?" replied Guy, "Just when things are getting...interesting? Besides, we have to settle our bet." Even was shifting his weight a little, but kept so much of it centered on my arm that I couldn't budge it at all.

I sagged, trying to relax and save my energy. I knew I couldn't break free, and they couldn't get my shorts too far down with those bola's in place.

"The moment of truth!" and with that Guy whipped my shorts half-way down my thighs, with some difficulty in tugging the back past my buttocks. There was a cheer from Evan, and an "Awww..." from Juan.

"Ok" I hissed "You've seen my panties - now, let me go."

Guy said "White it is. Very nice, I might add. Evan, I believe these are yours."

Juan added "It's a good thing she didn't wear black, no?"

Evan then said "A shame to just tear 'em. Here." He shifted again, and in a moment he was kneeling on my arm, keeping enough weight on it to prevent any tricky escape on my part.

I gritted my teeth, saying nothing, hoping for some sort of opportunity to turn the tables, but not seeing any chances yet.

I felt him moving a little, leaning, and Guy leaned forward too, and spoke "Good. These'll be perfect". Then I felt hands on my panties, gently, and heard a snip. Then fingers again, on the other side and another snip. My panties had been neatly sliced just at the very sides and Guy pulled them forward, the back coming up between my legs.

"Here you go." Evan apparently accepted his prize, and his tool.

I lay passive and still - no way to counter, yet, so angry as I was, I waited.

"Now, there's a sight!" Guy started to play again, walking his fingers up my thighs, around my lower belly, and down my thighs again. Juan snickered a little, while Evan was doing something I couldn't see.

"Hey...Ok..ok, you've proven four of you can jump a lone girl. Now, c'mon let me go." I said, feeling nervous.

"Oh, but you're quite some girl."

"Ja, just ask Franz, no?" Franz must be cripple, I hope I smashed both eyes. "You know they say the hunt, it's most of the fun. I not so sure. Hunting is fun, yes, but then, after the hunt..." With that I felt hands, then, two of them, one on each breast. Kneading and exploring. Juan shifted a little, too, but he was being very careful as he had some idea of my strength!

"Not much of a hunt when you attack as cowardly - hey! - as you all did. You're not hunters, or warriors, you're just cowards and bullies" I couldn't fight back with fists - but perhaps I could with words.

Meanwhile, Guy's playful fingers kept walking around me. One pair of them got "lost" in my thatch. "Oh no! The deep dark forest, which way to go? This way?" The two fingers start to slide up. "Or this?" Then they slid back down, further...

I squirmed, unable to dislodge the fingers.

"Yes. Perhaps not such a great hunt. But you know if you hit a deer with your car, you still strap it to the hood!" Then I felt my left wrist, the one on Evan's side, wrapped in some sort of leather strap, which was tightened fairly snugly.

"Hehehe! Wish we'd brought a car for this here doe, huh?"

"Nice excuse - but it doesn't excuse the fact you're just too scared to face a mere girl fairly." I shivered, though, as I felt the strap.

"You know this reminds me of the story of the bear and the bunny. Or was it the lion and the skunk? Yes, that's it, the lion and the skunk. You know this one, perhaps, miss?" Evan was speaking as Guy's fingers were apparently having a tough time in 'the jungle' He started pulling at my pubic hair, fairly gently, but moving ever downward. Even with my legs tied together, he'd soom be able to reach something quite sensitive. And, to make things even worse, Juan imitated Evan, kneeling on my right arm and in a moment, another strap had been wrapped around that wrist.

I tried to find more defiant words to say, but I couldn't, as another shiver passed through me. I could feel the leather straps tight around each wrist, and my legs were useless, bound too tightly to be used at all. I gulped, slightly, wondering what intentions they have.

"I don't think she knows it." Juan said.

So Evan spoke. "Yes, that sounds right. It's about fighting fair. The lion, you know, it's the king of the animals. The skunk is just a lowly little stinker. The skunk, it challenged the lion to a fair fight but the lion said no. 'Why?' asked the skunk. The lion said "I would beat you, but for what? No glory for a lion to beat a skunk. No way you'd beat me, if somehow you did, cheating, maybe, or I have a heart attack, then great glory for you, shame for me. Not worth my while!"

Juan said "Man, you're not telling it right. What about the skunk, why's it have to be a skunk?"

Evan ignored him saying "Oh yes, the lion said, "And even if I beat you, for days after, all my friends know I fought a skunk."

"Yeah." I said, again defiant "I get it - you guys are even more cowardly than a skunk, because it, at least, challenged the lion openly while you were too afraid to do even that." I grinned.

The others chuckled and Guy leaned right down, so I could feel his breath. His fingers continued, now passing on either side of my clitoris, although they had to press down to do so.
I suddenly twisted, as hard as I could, trying to buck him off. I knew he would simply climb back on but I tried anyway.

"No, silly, no, that's not it! Silly woman. You just a girl, like a little skunk. The lion is big and strong, like me, a man." He was too stupid to realize that his analogy didn't work, after all the lion didn't fight the skunk, it said no. Stupid men.

My buck caused Guy's fingers to lose their place, but although one of his knees came up, I didn't quite succeed in knocking him off. "Good try, there, dear. I must have touched a sensitive spot!" His fingers returned rapidly to where they were, teasingly close. Even's hands continued to play with my breasts, unperturbed, occasionally rolling the nipples.

I laughed. "Oh, yeah, a man. You're not a man - a man doesn't need to skulk and ambush. You're a joke." My voice dripped with contempt.

"Pff, sometimes it's more convenient. If a lion wants to eat, it don't say 'hello, gazelle, I'm going to chase you now." It sneaks, and strikes from up close. Easier for the lion, and sometimes even a gazelle, or a skunk, or a girl, can hurt the lion with a lucky kick. Again, poor Franz. He's not enjoying this at all!"

I heard a gruff voice. "I'll be ok, just give me a while, goddamned bitch!"

I grinned. "Still have an eye left, eh Franz! I'll try harder next time." I then turned my head Evan's way. "Make up your excuses, lie to yourself, you coward. We all know the real reason you attacked the way you did, you're just afraid of a lone girl. And for the record, the lionesses hunt, not the male lions. Like you, they are incompetent fighters."

"Oooohh. When I look at you, it's something other than fear I feel, unless fear is this strange tightness in my boxers? It's funny, really, perhaps the lionesses must hunt, as the males send them out. The males are larger, stronger, they don't have to hunt, because that's what lionesses are for. Not so stupid, the lions." Evan was trying to cover himself, but it was clear from his hesitation, and Guy's lack of banter, that I was winning the verbal war. So, Evan tried to content himself with my breasts, pulling up on my captured nipples at times. It seemed Guy was losing patience with his own game as his fingertips moved inwards, and one glided along the hood of my clitoris, then back again.

I yawned as he touched me, and made a great show of laying into the dirt, as if it were a matress, and I let my head flop to the side, as if I were going to go to sleep. I could feel Juan doing something with the strap on my wrist.

"Whaddaya think, Evan, there, and there?" asked Juan.

"Yess that's perfect." replied Evan.

Then Juan was up and standing at my side. He pulled the strap that went around my wrist. He was using it to hold my arm straight out to the side. I wasn't resisting at all. He seemed to be moving away, and I heard a couple of footsteps that were receding, but the tension on my wrist remained. "Ok!" cames from a Juan who was clearly a few yards away. Then Evan was up and doing the same thing, in the opposite direction.

Guy, didn't seem to be dismayed by my act and continued his finger motions, as I continued to lay passive, as if I was, in fact, sleeping.

My arms were tugged, a little further and soon they were straight out to my sides. Then Juan was next to me again, apparently inspecting me. "Good, very good. Little miss sleepyhead? You leaving us now? I don't think she likes you so much, Guy."

I didn't reply to the taunt, just laying still. I figured they've tied the straps off to something, possibly roots, so I didn't even tug on the straps.

"Yes" replied Guy "there's just no accounting for taste, is there? Speaking of that..." His finger squeezed further down between my legs, and returned. It was followed a couple of seconds later by an exaggerated slurping, sucking sound. "Ah well, I'm about done here anyway. I ought to get something for my troubles though."

'Like a broken hand', I thought.

"Hey, Evan, please toss 'em over here." I heard something metallic strike flesh and then I felt scissors working on the sides of my shorts.

'Great' I thought 'souvenier hunters. Oh well, it's not like I've never been naked before.'

"There we go." says Guy as the last of the material was pulled from my leg. "Well, shall we leave her the top? I guess we wouldn't want to leave her naked here." He stepped away, and I caught a glimpse of someone - Juan I thought - moving towards my legs. Then the bolo was being carefully untangled from them.

"I don't know." someone said "We take all of this, maybe we ought to leave her with something!"

'How generous of them' I thought, nearly saying it, as I flicked my head, twice, and nearly had the top knocked off my face so I could see. Then I heard "Now, a little something for Franz so that he can enjoy it later." Then there was one - and a second - flash. Pictures.

A couple more flicks - and the tank top fell back into place and I could see. "What shall we leave her?" Evan was saying, as the top dropped. I could see all four surrounding me and Juan was rubbing the crotch of his jeans.

"Well, hello, sleepyhead! Maybe you'd like some of this?" he asked.

"Nah. I'll pass, thanks." Still, I glanced around at each of them, knowing they all had bulges like Juan did. I then glanced at my legs, and saw the bolo was, in fact, gone, so at least I could move them more freely. Then I glanced at my arms.

"You don't know what you're missing. Maybe we should show you."

"That's not neccessary, thanks." My wrists had leather straps looped around them. Each was looped twice, or rather, one full time, then partially again, but the ends were pulled towards each of two trees. The loop "ends" were tied together, to a longer rope that actually encircled the tree. If there was slack, I could certainly work my hands free from the loops, but for the moment, the loops were held tightly closed around my wrists.

"Oh, I think maybe it is necessary. You can always go back to playing all sleepy on us, but with your legs like this, we might just be able to wake you up, ha ha!"

"Oh, you can do whatever you like. I can't stop you after all." I replied, with a tone of contempt thrown in.

Juan rubbed himself blatantly, and aggressively, and the others had clear bulges too, with Franz, farthest from me, having the most.

I gulped a little at the four bulges, and my own helpless position.

"True, you can't. We can do anything we want to you, all tied up and helpless like this." Juan moved closer and the others followed his lead. He started to unzip, slowly. "The four of us and you. Nobody's coming up this path anymore tonight, you can be sure. We could take you all night. Stuff you so full..." He was rubbing a little more, and the others were looking more enthusiastic.

"Yes, I'm sure you could take me. I'll try not to get too bored. Or, you could be manly, for once tonight, and untie me." My bravado, though, was slighly more forced now.

"Ah, my little girl, you are so much better behaved when you are tied. Before, you struggled, you fought and now, you only prattle on. That, too, could be stopped with a simple gag I suppose, although something more interesting comes to mind." Of course I wasn't fighting, I wasn't in a position to.

He was fully unzipped, and he bulged through his fly, still wrapped in his boxer shorts as he rubbed joyfully. "Perhaps not your mouth first, though, plenty of time for that later."
The others were starting to unzip, too, and touching themselves and approaching as Juan kept talking. "I must say, although you look very pretty like this that you'd look all the more fetching, after a good screwing, with our seed dripping from you."

I felt a slight surge of panic, but fought it down. "I'm sure you think so, and I can think of ways you'd look better as well, though, I'll save them as a surprise for you." Still between the bulges, his words, and my own helplessness, I felt another surge and I wasn't sure if it was fear or arousal.

With both hands, he freed himself from his boxer shorts, jutting out boldly from the fly of his jeans. "Me, too, like buried to the hilt in that hot snatch of yours, I bet it's a snug fit, no? For now, at least, yes, that would look much better."

He paused and added "Worth a picture, even, although I know we'll all remember this evening without the photo. Still..." He was very close, stepping over my arm-rope to be beside me, his hand now stroking his cock openly. I glanced at the others and saw they had followed suit quickly. Evan and Guy had thiers out too, and Franz was recovered enough to approach.

I looked up at 'it', then laughed. "I'm supposed to be afraid of that?? Why, even if you knew how to use it, I'd never feel it." However, as I saw two more hard cocks, my heart beat picked up a bit.

He glared, and kicked me, his foot slamming into my side. "Very funny, slut. You won't joke when we're through!"

"You're right, I won't - I'll be asleep. Or I will be if between the 4 of you you'll last for more than 5 or 6 minutes."

He stepped further, lower on my side. "As a matter of fact you will be. Passed out."
I simply kept watching him, with glances at the others. He refrained from booting me, again, though as he leapt between my legs, lowering himself rapidly to his knees.

As he leapt between them, I snapped them together, to trip him. He had, however, expected that. My legs caught his feet, but he didn't fall, at first. Then, by choice, he dropped, letting his knees stop him by poking into my lower abdomen. He said "You two! The stupid cunt needs a little more warming up."

"I am not stupid." I said, calmly. My eyes locked on his, and they seemed to glitter with a mix of amusement and warning, as if I were silently telling him that we'd meet again, and his actions might determine a lot about that meeting. We would, too, and he was dumber that night.

The two he was talking to, Guy and Evan, stood above my head. Juan's eyes returned my gaze and his were burning, not at all amused, but with too much anger and pride behind them to be swayed from his path, or even to perceive the warning in my own. He started to worm his way back. I was able, though, to keep my legs together so that he could not get between them. He was content to crawl on top of them, taking up the position Guy had earlier. Guy, for his part, knelt to straddle my right arm, and to very happily bring his head down, so his mouth pressed against my right breast, and his cock brushed my arm.

I waited calmly, perhaps even eerily so, to see what they'd do next. Evan was simply looking down, gently stroking himself. I was suprised by he and Guy, I had expected kicks, or to simply have my legs pulled apart.

Juan again spoke "Evan, I dropped something earlier, by the tree there." He pointed. "Would you mind?"

Evan moved away, while Juan brought the pointing hand down, and grasped a handful of my pubic hair. He didn't really pull, he just used his fingers, tangled in it, to assist his thumb in pressing down, touching just above my clitoris. I continued to wait, hoping for them to make an error, as unlikely as that seemed.

He began to massage that area, then expanded the area he touched, making circles with his thumb, and he passed partially over my clitoris. Evan soon returned, holding something away from me, and apparently giving it to Juan. Then Evan copied Guy, he knelt down, straddling my left arm. "Taste good, do they?" he asked. Then his mouth simply clamped around my areola, sucking gently, keeping his tongue in his mouth. Both Guy and Evan moved their bodies, gliding a little and in the process, their two penises slid along my arms, which was a strange sensation.

I again yawned theatrically. "Look, if you're gonna do something, just do it, and dispense with the cute, yet fake, seduction scene." I was still hoping to verblly rattle them, though it hadn't worked well so far.

Juan paused in his massage. "Well, perhaps you'd prefer it the old-fashioned, brutal way. So tedious, if we can make the path slippery, first. Still, if you insist we just do something..." He brought out what I recognized as a turned-off vibrator forward, squeezing it hard into my crotch - more or less straight down, contacting my clitoris, the tip just reaching my lips but not really pushing in at all with my legs tight like they were.

"W..where did you get that from?" I stammered out.

Juan spoke casually. "Why, Evan just passed it to me! I had it earlier, they're quite fun, you know." I do, I own a few. "If you'd been nicer, I was thinking maybe of just leaving you tied, with it purring happily inside you. Of course, we may still leave you like that." He stroked the thing up and down, pressing it against me. He finished with a down stroke, so the length was pressed against my lips, and my clitoris, then he turned it on.

He teased me for a few, and then sighed. "As much as I'd like to bang you all night long, Melissa, that's not the job." I gasped, aloud, when he said my name. Juan tied my legs together, and cut away the top, and then they undid the rope from them tree.

With my arms secured by Guy and Evan, and my legs still bound, Juan lifted my legs, and the three carried me further along the path. Franz policed up my clothes, and Evan's tools, and followed along. I realized we were nearing the end of the 'split' in the path. At that point, there was a widening in the branch, where it reached 'halfway point'. It wasn't really half-way around the lake, but close enough and was is where some benches and a gazebo were. Well, the gazebo is more of a picnic table with built in benches and a roof. And of course the area was deserted.

Unceremoniously, I was lugged to the table, and flopped down on my back, my legs fully off the table so basically my upper body was all that was on the table. Guy helped hold me down, while Evan and Juan strapped my arms to the top corners of the table. I could still scoot up, as I was, and untie my hands, but for now the straps were secure, tight, and my buttocks pressed against the edge of the table.

"Almost done here, darling." said Juan. The three of them grasped my legs, and untied them warily. After that, Guy produced additional rope that Franz handed him from from a pack and each of my ankle was tied separately, though not to the table.

"You'll like this!" said Juan and then the ropes around my ankles were pulled tight, and both were led to one of the uprights supporting the roof. There was a horizontal brace at that point, and the ropes went over that brace, and bent right back towards me. Most peculiar is that the ropes were strung underneath the table, and I couldn't see exactly what they were doing. Evan hopped up on the table, as I watched, and secured the end of another rope to a roof beam. The other end of that rope was brought down, and I could see it had a sort of ring fastened to the rope-end. That ring disappeared between my legs. Meanwhile, the two ropes from my ankles wound around the same horizontal brace but on either side of an upright post, kept my legs just slightly spread. Guy was doing something there, and soon my legs were pulled tighter, and fully horizontal.

Then Juan said "Hold still, or this might hurt." I suddenly felt the tip of the vibrator touching my lips, the plastic seeming quite cold!

Basically, to sum up. I was on my back, arms wide, legs up at a slight angle, bound so they'd be just a bit apart, and the vibrator was at my nether lips, though it was off.

They started to leave when Guy said "Oh! We almost forgot. We wouldn't want to leave you with the job incomplete!" He smiled and turned on the vibrator full-blast.

I was saying "I don't suppose you want to tell me why you all...". Then he clicked the toy on and the rest of my words were lost in a loud gasp.

They backed away, after one last picture, as Guy replied to my partial sentence.

"No, actually, we don't. Let's just say we consider it very rewarding. Keep warm and I hope those legs are as strong as they look!"

I overcame my intial suprise at the intensity they set it at. "W..why's that?" I asked, in response to his last comment.

I could hear them retreating and chuckling. "Oh, you'll figure it out, you look pretty smart."

I was glad that they were leaving, and I lifted my head a little, to better figure out how I was gonna get out of this mess. I could also feel the buzzing at the edges of my lips, but so far, at least, I could at least partly ignore it.

I examined the ropes as well as I could. There was nothing complicated about the straps binding my wrists. They were tightly tied to the table corners and seemed pretty strong. Looking down my body I saw the more complicated arrangement there. The rope from the roof angled to my crotch, and at that point the ring was clamped around the exceptionally long vibrator. Somehow the ring held it there, keeping the tip pressed against me. I couldn't see the ends of the two leg ropes, as they disappeared under the table somewhere.

I tugged, experimentally, at the arm straps but they were too tight to pull free from.
If I could scoot far enough up the table, though, the straps would be loose enough that I could get my wrists out of them.

I then decided to try a test scoot, quite aware of the sensation of the toy on the edge of my awareness. My legs started straight out, and horizontal. I began to pull them in, bending and lifting them for the scoot. Surprisingly, the ropes pulled pretty easily, the main resistance coming from how they were turned around the horizontal support, and around the table beneath me. More surprisingly, as soon as I pulled with my legs, the vibrator surged forward and inside me! I stopped in shock, and it stopped its progress, but it had jammed itself boldly, more than an inch inside me!

I gasped loudly, and tried to return my legs to where they were and to ease it back out. But, while I could return my legs to where they were it didn't come fully out. It rested with the tip still inside me. It seemed that moving one way pulled, but the other just released tension on the rope, it didn't pull in the opposite direction.

I gasped again and now the toy was more on my mind. I could feel myself starting to get wet, though, part of me was in awe of the quite ingenious trap they set up. It was quiet, too, except for the humming buzz. So there were no distractions to keep my mind from focusing on my predicament, and the toy. I could escape by sliding up, but that would pull the toy deeper, and could cause me to lose my focus. Or I could lay here, and wait for rescue.

Furthermore, I was not certain that I could slide up enough to actually free my hands! My leg movement was very minor, and after picking up the initial slack, the vibrator was pushed in almost two inches. It may not have been a 1:1 ratio.

I didn't even dare to arch my back, to try and work it out of me, for fear that it would wedge against my clitoris. Maybe - just maybe - a lone girl will come by, and help me out - though part of me doesn't want one to, in case she also fell afoul of the four.

I could feel a slight breeze blowing through the gazebo. It was a warm breeze, and felt nice but it also reminded me about my lack of attire. The wind bent the tops of the trees slightly, and there was a gentle creaking but it was not nearly as loud as the buzzing. More time passed, I didn't know how much. At one point, my control slipped, slightly, and my legs pulled a little more of it into me before I could stop it. I squirmed slightly, as the sensations increased.

It had been a fair while since the four attackers left, and I hadn't seen anyone since then. It was a weeknight, and was getting a little late, and there wouldn't be too many others circling the lake. In fact, I could be alone all night. That is, alone with the vibrator, the ropes, and my imagination.

I gasped as that thought hit me. Alone, like this, all night. I didn't know if the thought scared me or aroused me. No, it wouldn't be quite like this. I couldn't keep my legs up for so long. They'd start to droop and the vibrator would press forward. I'd then stop them, for a while but they'd get heavier, and droop further, and of course it would build on itself, a very vicious circle.

I struggled longer, slowly fighting. Sometime later my legs slipped and another half inch slid in, forcing a gasp from me. More time passed I slipped again. Now there were about 3 inches in me. This made the situation far worse, as the toy was more securely lodged within me, and the vibrations were continuous. I moaned softly, fighting the urge to simply surrender, and let it slide fully inside me.

More time passed and another half-inch slid before renewed effort on halted the advance. I was sweating, and had lost all track of time. There was nothing to concentrate on but the stars, the trees, the buzzing, and the vibrations. My hips had begun to rotate, slowly drawing more of it into me. I was growing more and more aroused, more and more tempted to just pull iy inside me, and cum and cum and cum.

I heard movement, suddenly, on the trail. Then I heard a voice, a man's voice. It seemed he was coming down from the opposite direction I did. He must have been near the intersection of the two paths. It didn't sound like he was alone, certainly he was talking to someone, but I didn't hear a reply. In my mind I pictured them finding me, like this, of what I'd look like to them. My legs trembled, and slipped, and at least a full inch pushed into me. I caught it, but a loud moan tore from my lips over the silent trail.

At first, I was so affected by the additional inch, the act of it pushing into me, that I lost track of the sound from the trail. When I picked it up again, it had reached the intersection, and there was no speaking, but I heard a brief jingle.

I gasped for air, trying to force enough into my lungs to call for help. I couldn't take this much longer, my legs were quivering with effort as it was. I thought the man, or men, had paused, then I heard him walking, coming closer. On the path? It was not certain, no it was! He was definitely coming this way!

'Good' I thought, though I still couldn't yell.

"What the..?" Apparently the sound, perhaps the buzzing, had his attention. I heard footsteps approaching.

I licked my lips, to wet them, so I could talk, when he, or they, saw me.

"Oh my lord!" he said. He was in his 30's, dark, and struck dumb, paralyzed by the sight before him the moment he stepped into view. He was in a shirt, jeans, and hiking boots, with a belt, and something metallic glinted in his hand. His body didn't move. His eyes certainly did.

"P...please" I called out, as I saw him "H..help - ahh - mee."

He stood motionless. He probably couldn't believe I was real. Then, behind him, a great dane trotted past, also stopping when it saw me. The man reached out automatically to scratch the dog's head and that broke the spell. "My god! What the..?" He walked quickly toward me, eyes going over me and the ropes. The dog trotted along, then pulled ahead, briskly, to examine me.

I gasped again, the vibrations had me soaked, and I couldn't help it. I tried to catch my breath so I could speak again. I could now see that the metallic glint was a chain leash, tightly coiled and clasped in his hand. I lifted my head slightly off the table so I could look at him, and at the dane, though I paid him more attention.

"Here boy. Stay, Thor." The dog paid no heed and loped at me. The man broke into a trot himself, but it was only a few steps, and the dog was very suddenly upon me. Well, not quite upon me really. It's nose pressed first to the table near my hip, then it darted down and around, and it's heavy, but fairly narrow, head pressed up between my legs, snout pushing with no ceremony directly into my crotch.

"Thor! Oh my... no!" The man hurried up, but slowed when he was at me, looking like he was not sure how exactly to disengage the dog properly.

The snout pushed the toy up - and aganst my clit. "AHH!!" I gasped, as the sensations hit me there, and my legs slumped again, more of it sliding in. "Ohh...my...ohh..." I said, my head thrashing. "Ohh...gosh...ooh...please...take it...out" I hissed, between gasps.

Apparently the dog found my smell and no doubt my wetness interesting. The snout pushed once again, not helping at all considering the added sensations from the vibrator. Then a long wet tongue started slapping against my inner thighs, all the way to my lips on either side of the toy.

The man seemed helpless or indecisive. "I'm so sorry!" He started to move to the dog, but paused again. "I...what on earth happend here? Why would you..." He gazed up my body, then down at where his dog's head was just visible.

"Ohh...It...ahh...wasn't my idea...ohh god...I was attacked - left like this...ohh..please...help...ahh...me." The tongue and the toy were driving me crazy.

"Yes, of course." Yet he didn't move. He seemed hypnotized by the sights or the sounds, or both. He managed another half-step, so he was now at my hips, looking down at the dog.

"P...please, take it out...ahhh..and untie me...please!" My voice was plantive, and begging.

Then to my horror a half-smile creeped onto his lips. "I don't know...maybe this is part of some sort of kinky game..."

"It is not a game!" I shrieked.

He looked me up and down. Then he grasped the dog's collar, his hand between my legs, and managed to force the head back. "I'll take it out if you, hmm, if you give me a blow job." He said it boldly, the dog straining and just under control, the vibrator not under control.

I heard his proposal "Alright, if you untie me first."

"Oh no, what guarantee would I have? I'll untie you after." Even without my agreement, he was enjoying himself quite a bit watching me squirm under the relentess assault. "After all." he added "you're in no position to set conditions. You wouldn't want me to slip." With a gentle touch, the vibrator was once more pressed up, against my clit, and he held it there.

I moaned loudly, the sensations nearly bringing me to orgasm. "I...I couldn't go anywhere, anyway - please, untie me first ... I'll do anything!" I said.

"Anything? Oh, you probably would, just look at you! But I'll settle for the blowjob and of course I'd remove this nice toy first." He then released the vibrator, so at least the shaft wasn't pressed against my little nub.

"Please...at least untie my arms..so I can sit up...this is an awkward position for a blowjob." I tried to blurt out, though I was still gasping and moaning.

"Yes, it is. But I think I'd enjoy it all the same. I'm not against kneeling on the table, above you. I'll even do some of the work."

"Ok..you - ahhh - win. Just take it out!"

He smiled, and touched the vibrator again. "It's a deal." He turned his head to the apparatus holding the vibrator in place, and loosened a thumbscrew which allowed him to slide the vibrator from the ring. The ring, then, slipped forward and pressed against me, but at least it didn't buzz. Neither did the toy, once the man turned it off.

"T..thank you!" I said, with some relief. I was soaked and ragged, on the edge of climax. I didn't even really mind his request - demand - as I was quite horny from the toys sensations.

"The pleasure is all mine! Now wait one second." He stepped away, pulling Thor along a few paces away. "Stay!". He did more, which I couldn't see, and walked back. "Now, my dear, I'm Farouk, by the way." His hand ran up my torso, teasing, and he started to climb up on the table. "You really look ravishing like this..."

For a moment I imagined what the tongue, which I felt not long before, would feel like across my lips now that the toy was out of the way.

"...perhaps ravishing is the wrong word. Ravishable."

"I'm Mel" I said, as he talked, and the last word sent quivers through me. I know how I must look to him - naked, aroused, helpless.

He knelt above my head, bent down, and planted a kiss right above each breast. "Mel. I'm so glad to have made your acquaintance." He proceeded to unzip and he popped out immediately, turgid and seeking release as he hovered over me. "I'm glad we can dispense with lengthy foreplay. I think you've had quite enough, and I'm...well, anyone seeing you like this would need no more encouragement."

I knew that he meant that as a compliment and I took it as such. I lifted my head, and licked at his cock's head. I could smell him, as I licked around it, and the scent aroused me even more.

He twitched at the touch, bouncing away from me. "Ah! A hungry little fox, aren't you? He moved himself to be more easily accessible, directly above me and stared down at my body from his vantage.

After a few licks around the head, I slid my lips lower, taking him into my mouth. My tongue danced around his shaft as I bobbed my head. A mix of my own arousal and my desire to be free drove me on, as I eagerly licked his hardness all over.

"Ohhhh...." he groaned in pure delight. "Mel, in addition to being the kinkiest thing I've ever seen...ohhh...you are one fine little cocksucker."

I was happy he liked it, as that meant, I hoped, he'd be more likely to free me. I couldn't reply to him, with my mouth full, so I kept licking him, letting my lips and tongue work all over his cock. I didn't mind, either, as oral sex has never repulsed me at all. In fact, I like it.

He lowered his torso, inhaling the scent from my body, my own sweat, and other smells. He used one hand to run along my side, bringing it back to rub over one breast, pull the nipple gently, and slid down. "Now, just you keep doing that, dearest Mel." The hand lifted off me, as my teeth began to gently tease him. My head moved faster, as I tried to get him to his climax so that he would untie me, and I sorta heard his fingers snap.

His cock was warm, absolutely solid in my mouth, and I was truly doing wonderful work, giving him every reason to be satisfied, when a new intrusion distracted me. Thor's head abruptly pushed up, in the same place as before, and without preliminaries the tongue flapped against my lips, and pressed between them before sliding up and off via my clitoris.

My eyes went wide at the feeling, but my mouth stayed in place. I was suprised, but the tongue did feel good, as I focused on what I was doing.

"Well," he said, perhaps to explain "I didn't really say anything about Thor, did I? Dogs will be dogs...and you smell good even to me." Then his hands slid up my sides. Thor, however, started lapping as if possessed, each time the animal's tongue started at my lips, and slid up and over my engorged clit.

The licking was incredible! The sensations he created, and the forbidiness of the act itself, drove me even wilder, and my own head worked faster, like I was also possessed

Farouk managed to bring his hand back, to knead my breast, and occasionally tease the nipple. He was moaning, though, and I could tell he wasn't going to be able to keep this up, however much he would like to. Thor, however, could keep going, and he thrust his snout forward, hard against my crotch, the tongue slipping past my lips and inside.

The entry of the tongue set me off, and I started to cum. My head moved faster, my breathing hard around the cock in my mouth, which I eagerly devoured, as I gasped around it.

My breathing, my movement, and the knowledge I was cumming, was too much for Farouk. He gargled something unintelligible, then he swelled, and a moment later he started to cum himself, spurting into me as his arms pressed hard into my sides. Thor didn't stop his licking.

I gulpped down his warm and salty fluid, as the dog's rough tongue moved inside me, filling me with intense sensations. I felt him pull back, some of his cum hitting my lips, and cheek, as he did. My moans grew louder, as the cock slid from my mouth.

Farouk slipped out, leaving his cock to spurt its last drops just beyond my lips. It twitched, rythmically, for some time after it stopped ejaculating. Farouk was groaning in a low voice, apparently quite overcome by his own orgasm. Thor, tasting a change in me perhaps, thrusts himself forward harder, snout crushing my lips, tongue reaching just a little further inside me.

My orgasm started to subside, though I was still quite on the edge "Oh, god" I hissed "It feels so good!" My hips pressed forward, against his snout and tongue, as my tongue darted out, licking away the spots of Farouk's cum still on my lips. Thor gobbled away, pulling his tongue back to lick around the outside of my pussy, quite thorougly, and sliding in once more. His long tongue was driving me crazy once more, and my moans were much louder now.

Farouk groaned, and pulled himself back some more so he could see me properly. "My...god...Mel, you've missed your calling. Or maybe you haven't." He eyed me, seeing that I was being pushed further along by Thor's attention. Then Farouk leaned over me again, and his hand reached out, two fingers going to either side of my clitoris, to more completely expose it.
Thor, as if trained, brought his tongue out to pass it around my lips and over my clit, twice, before diving back inside with relish. The tongue shifted into a pattern of sliding around my clit, and then into me, and then back out and around, wound me tighter again, and a couple minutes later I again exploded into a shuddering climax.

He waited for me to recover and then Farouk spoke again, his voice a little more under control by this point. "I suppose I should untie you. It's funny, to think of it. I could just have enjoyed you, I suppose, without asking, but I doubt I could have hoped for such an energetic hummer." He smiled down. "No, much better like this."

"Oh, please, yes, untie me!"

Thor, finally, had moved away, and was licking himself. "Now, though...to untie you? Would I be doing you a favor by doing so? Maybe you'd prefer to be left like this, so the next person can enjoy what I - and Thor - just did. You seemed pretty worked up, or not like this, maybe you'd prefer I return your toy to you first?"

"You have to untie me!" I say, pancicked "You can't leave me like this!" Yet part of me could see him walking away, leaving me here, aroused, naked, bound, helpess.

"Why not? What's the worst that could happen? There are no bears in these woods, Mel, though maybe you'd like to be eaten up." Farouk is smiling down at you, broadly.

"You promsed!" I pointed out. "I kept my end of the deal - now, you have to untie me!" I tried to force my brain away from what could happen, were he to leave me here, yet, I couldn't. I could see myself here, helpless, discovered by a half dozen or so men who would just use me.

"Now, settle down dear. I was just teasing you. Of course, let's get you free." He grinned even more broadly. He redressed himself first, though, then examined the ropes.

I breathed with relief "Th..thank you." I said, letting my head sag to the table once more.

"Although, I didn't say WHEN I'd untie you. I could come back in an hour or two, after you'd had a chance to cool down."

My head popped back up "No - that..that's ok. I'd prefer to be untied now. I don't even know how long I've been here."

He leaned over to smile directly into my face. "Right away it is, then. Such a shame, though. You have no idea what a picture you make."

I almost chuckled at that and said "Well, I kinda do, in fact."

"Oh yes? Even how I saw you before? Arms tied over your head, legs pulled out, but partly lowered towards the ground, vibrator buzzing in this hot cunt here, your own wetness covering you, and your hips rocking gently on this table? You can picture that?" He was fumbling with the ropes under the table, but paused to pop his head up as he said that.

"Yes, I can - I lived it." My breath was returning, now, and I can talk more clearly. "I know how I must have looked..." my voice trails off, but my mind finished the sentence "...helpless and ravishable."

"Yes. Then you'll also know how I couldn't possibly have done anything but what I did. Well, I might have done more, if I wasn't such a softy. These friends of yours, they really set you up nicely." He looked around at the ropes. "Quite a setup." Then suddenly my legs were free, and the ring swungs away from my crotch. I could easily free my arms now.

"Thank you." I said again. "I don't mind what you did, it was quite understandable, and you made sure I enjoyed it too. As for the people who did this, they weren't exactly friends."
I lowered my legs gently, knowing I'd have quite a few kinks to work out.

"Mmm-hmm." It was not clear whether he believed me or not. "Well, at the least, they cared about their work. Now, though, darling, if you'll excuse me, I should be getting home. You'll be fine, right?"

I nodded, sitting up, after I freed my arms. "Uhh, I don't suppose you have a coat I can borrow?"

"Ohh, I'm sorry, it's such a nice night. But, but your clothes are right over there, aren't they?" He gestured to a pile off to the side, a sort of semi-neat pile that did look like your clothes.

"Are they?" I said, with clear suprise. "I thought that they took them."

"I don't know. I see a top of some sort, pink I think." He wandered in that direction. "If you don't want them, though."

"I do want them!!" I said, perhaps too quickly.

He stopped, and it looked like he was debating, but he moved away from them. "Well, you really were spectacular, so I won't tease you further. I tell you, if you aren't in a line of work where such skills are valuable, you should consider it." He whistled, and Thor bounded over to him - with a look at me that turned my knees to jelly. I knew then, that Thor wanted to mount me, and part of me wanted him to, as well.

"Now, you watch yourself, walking in these dark woods."

I nodded "I will."

After he left, I stretched, dressed - they were my clothes after all, and went home, for a shower, and a very long nap.