Chapter 10

 

The glow from the west waned but the blanket of clouds kept the air comfortable.  Winding through the gardens, the soft loam path drank from the cloud’s offer, adding to its malleable luxury.  Beyond the small grass yard and gracefully resplendent gardens, the path meandered through a tastefully preserved memory of the forest that once dominated the whole area.  It left the thicket of trees behind the far edge of the garden to finish the excursion through and meet itself just before the yard of grass.

Approaching that junction, Randi’s momentum carried her forward beyond the fork without even noticing.  She wanted to go out on the town but couldn’t get beyond her dulling aches.  Walking slowly and carefully still reminded her at every step that she would be no good out tonight anyway.  Her light steps on the soft ground had her floating through the garden, reminiscing about the previous evening and his marvelous touch.

Entering the canopy of trees, she was amused at the dramatically severe twists the path made, taking advantage of every side of every pine in the stand.  Circling a particularly large one, she noticed that the many numerous lower limbs all spread out and bowed, their tips bouncing lightly at the ground, concealing the trunk and making the tree appear huge at the bottom.

“It’s called a Traveler’s Den Fir,” A deep voice whispered.

Jumping is sudden fright, she let out a peep of a squeal before turning to face her assailant.  Exhaling in relief, “What’re you doin’ here?” she whispered.

“Why, my lollipop, I’m here for you.”  He smiled and drew her toward him.

“No,” Stepping back, “I can’t.”  Stopping, she put her hands on her hips and scowled at him, “I got caught fer last night.”  Her bottom lip came out as she defiantly looked beyond him, “They punished me for it.”

“Awww,” Teasing her, “Did Cupcake get grounded?”

“No, they…didn’t ground me.”  Turning too quickly, she hitched as a stab took her.

Stepping to her, “Are you okay?”  He tried to take her arm.

Pulling away, she raised her chin, “I got spanked with a belt.”  Realizing immediately how childish it sounded, she added with less conviction, “It’s sort of a sorority thing.”

Looking genuinely concerned, “Is it that bad?”  He moved as to touch her backside.

Turning to keep him in front of her, flinching, almost giggling, “It’s bad enough, now stop!”

“I want to see it.”  His grin betrayed his attempt at a serious request, “For…your own safety.”

Pointing, “You have got to go.  I can’t get caught again.”  Putting a finger to his chest, “You just get on back to from wherever it is you come from.”

Standing firm, “Not until I am sure you are okay.”

“Look, it was just four lashes with one of my own belts.  It’s just a little sore, that’s all.”

“Let me see if it’s okay and then I’ll go, Pumpkin.”  He actually managed to look sincere, “I’m just worried about you.”

With her hands on her hips, she eyed him skeptically, “And then you go?”

“I will be yours to command.”  He broke into a flourishing exaggerated bow.

Exasperated, she quickly unbuttoned her shorts and gently eased them over her welts until they rested under the top crease of her thighs.  Sticking her butt out, she tried to turn and look herself, “It’s not all that bad, I don’t think.”

He went to his knees and began to closely examine, “They are mild contusions, but not lacerated.”  One hand went to each hip and he felt her shudder as his thumbs gently played at the welts, “The perimeter in the most volatile and it appears to be mostly intact.”  Looking up to her, “Where is the fourth?”

“What?”  She was horrible at acting innocent and combined with the way her body was reacting to his touch made it all the worse.

His smile grew, “The fourth welt?  You said there were four.”

“Well,” Not able to pull herself away from his touch, “I did?”  She felt his fingers move to the base of her bottom’s center and pull gently at her shorts.  She instinctively arched her back to allow him room.

“Is this the fourth one?  My little candy cane, you should let me take a look.”  Touching the signs of the fourth that laid out onto her cheeks, she flinched, “No, Muffin, the labia is a very vulnerable skin type.  You are going to have to take these off and let me see.  I assure you, you do not want complications or infection.

“Look,” She finally pulled away and controlled the shiver as it raced through her spine, “You may talk yer smooth line, but I ain’t gonna take my pants off right here in front of God and everyone.”  Wincing as she raised her shorts.

“Beside the fact that I am almost positive that you relish the opportunity to parade around naked in front of your girlfriends because you are too proud of your body not to, my intention was to take you somewhere a little more private.”  He stepped to the huge fir and picked around the limbs until he found what he was looking for.  Lifting the limb and attached branches, he exposed a large hollow under them, “Hence, a ‘Traveler’s Den’.”

Staring in awe, “That’s amazing!”  She only had to duck slightly as he held the opening for her.  He followed her in and lowered the ‘door’ behind him.

The huge trunk centered the roomy clearing.  The bottom most branches didn’t start until six or seven feet up and they were large enough to spread several feet before bowing and dipping to the ground.  The open area was covered in a thick bedding of many years worth of the heavy needles which fell from the Fir.  Shadows fell a little heavier, but after a moment the difference was indiscernible as their eyes easily adjusted.

“Unbelievable.”  She whispered, “How’d ya know ‘bout it?” standing toe to toe with him.

Keeping to her volume, “It was a guess, really.  It just looked right.”  He saw her bite her lower lip, contemplating.  To take advantage of her indecision, he couldn’t hesitate.  Putting his fingers to her waistband he began with her buttons.  Answering her raised eyebrows, “While we still have enough light, Muffin,”

Putting her hands over his, “Just to see if it’s okay, right?”

“Honeybun, only what you desire.”

Finishing the button herself, “That sounded a little suggestive.”  Getting them over her butt, she shorts and her panties fell to her ankles.  Taking just one foot out, she remembered her prior experience with him and quickly kicked them over both feet and flipped them off to the side.  Dramatically she put the back of a hand to her brow, feigning subservience, “Do as you must.”

Kneeling before her, he joined her folly, “Yes, just another fair maiden in distress.”

“Damsel,” She corrected him, “I believe it’s a damsel in distress.”

Smiling, “Yes, well, come down here and I will define your violation.”

Batting her eyes, “How can a girl refuse?”  Squatting down brought a flinch, then as her hands touched the bed of needles, “I can’t put my butt down on this.”

“Here,” He helped her, “go to your knees, hold them and I’ll help you roll over.”  Hiding his smirk, “You just keep your knees to your chest and your butt won’t touch.”

Eying him suspiciously, she just nodded and smiled, “You just see that I’m okay, Prince Charming.”  Holding her shins, she lowered her shoulder and felt him guide her easily to her back.  Gripping her shins as she was, caused her thighs to spread just enough.

His hands were warm against her inner thighs as she allowed him to spread them further.  Tingling at his touch, her body craved his hands, willing them to close upon her needy folds.  Pulling hard on her shins raised her hips, offering her lust to him.  She easily was able to ignore the heat which sparked up from her stretching the damaged area.

“Yes.  Yes.” 

The deep timbre of his voice, even at his low volume, sent vibrations from and through her sex.  She stayed quiet and willed him to speak again.

“The welt is shallow and I don’t believe damaging.”  His fingers toyed at the flesh around her anus, pulling slightly at her perineum then the tips surveyed the virtually undamaged vulva.  He could feel her heart begin to pound and noticed her mouth open in an attempt to quietly get more oxygen.  Slowly he stroked the outer ridge of her labia before resting his fingers on the innermost fold, “Does it hurt much, Pudding Pie?”

“It…it…I…”  Very slowly she felt herself being opened, braking the seal to within her.  Her entire body flashed a quick spasm as a single drop of built moisture trickled over and into the neighboring pucker.  “Oh, oh…”

A single finger massaged the exposed inner wall, spreading the moisture, “Is there any pain here, Buttercup?”

“Mm Mmmm, Ohhh, Pleeeese.  Ohhh.”  Her hips slowly rocked in time with the finger.

They made eye contact for a quick moment as he was lowering his face to her.  Merely setting his tongue upon her wetness had her locked in a paroxysm of anticipation.  Both hands gentled to her striped cheeks and he pushed hard upon them at the very same moment that his tongue buried into her.

Her cry was restrained but still an obvious mix of expressions as her body fought to process the combination of sensations.  Lapping through the trough of her arousal, he advanced up and out, stopping just at the base of her stiffening node.  “Sugarplum, I think you are going to recover without complications.”

Clamping her thighs tightly around him, “Oh my God!  Don’t you dare stop!”

Lifting his head brought her body with him.  As if magically, his pants had disappeared and his erection laid across her entrance.  “Do you think you are medically capable?”

Her feet hit the ground flat and her hips lifted him with her.  Lowering her hands, she dug her nails into the muscle of his buttocks, “Take me…please.”

Plowing under her shoulders, his hands each took a firm grasp of hair.  Matching his pace, he pulled with his hands just as he pushed with his hips.  Her head bent back as he broke the entrance.  She whined in struggle while he started the plunge, then cried out in pain as her head rolled up under her neck as far as it would go yet the pulling did not subside.

Her focus shifted quickly as he drove the final inches, bullying her viscera and bathing her in an ocean of pleasure, tapping her craving, fulfilling her excitement.  She dug even deeper and pulled with a fury as his body pumped the piston of their hunger.  Long, solid timed strokes, each out to the tip, each buried to the base shifted and jolted her body to the battering.

Without pause, his teeth took to her blouse, ripping each button that stopped him, then pulling and tearing until the rest came free. “I want to feel the heat of your body, your anguish.  Come with me.”  He stopped and through their gasping, “Will you come with me to the tree?”

Digging and clawing him to continue, she cried out, “Yes!  Yes!  Yes!  Come on, Yes!”

In one fluid motion he rose, took her up, removed the shreds of her shirt and placed her face first against the trunk of the tree.  Lifting her, he entered her from behind then pushed his body into and onto hers, trapping her firmly against the tree.  Pushing into her deeper, he took her wrists in his hands and guided them around the wide trunk.

Whispering, “I will get deeper if you wrap your legs around it as well.”

She responded with just a whimper.

“Gumdrop, do not fret, I will not let you fall.”  Pushing harder, “Trust me.”

The pressure of his body drove her brutally onto the sharp edges of the thick bark.  Her breasts were caught.  She thought she may have been able to pull them to the sides, but not now.  Any movement now would surely tear the skin.  The weight and strength of his body would not relent and yet she wanted nothing but for him to push even harder.

From her cheeks to her collarbone, breasts, ribs, belly and pubis; her entire torso raged with the agony of a thousand tiny daggers.  As her arms circled the tree, she gripped it tightly for fear she might slip and open every pierce.  The command to wrap her legs seemed only logical, since her feet didn’t touch the ground anyway.

As the bark bit into the tender flesh of her inner thighs, her payment came in the form of an explosion of ecstasy.  He began to plunge with a force, over and over, deeper and deeper, shifting and tearing her body with every glorious stab and lunge of his assault.

Gripping yet even tighter into the torment of the tree, her body awash in the throes of her rapturous condition, she began to buck back into each drive of her assailant, increasing the pain but also increasing the euphoria which currently took precedence.

The volume of her cries escalated as she pushed and fought to push more.  The waves of paradise and building pressure were so intense that their power consumed her ability to resist as she could not process the full depth of her pain or pleasure beyond the pending eruption. 

Melding the energy of that first climactic contraction with the severity of her physical traumas produced ferocious convulsions which radiated in dazzling waves of ethereal wanton rhapsody.

Incapacitated and enthralled, she accepted with gratitude the many paralyzing spasms that cramped her body in a tremendous series or orgasmic explosions.  Deeper and harder the fury of her stranger continued within her; eliciting more and more, encouraging every spasm and contortion as he filled her without mercy.

Finally able to breathe, she did.  Finally able to cry out, she did.  A primal, guttural shrill which only asked for more.  Compressed to the agony of the tree by her own power, she crushed it in her grip of arms and legs as her energy waned with the fading intensity of each shuddering seizure.

Her own body was finally spent of its fortune but the shaft within her still drove with a determined vigilance, unhindered by her physical poverty.  She cried in earnest as the powerful thrusts shifted her body at each turn.  The pressure on her back decreased as he put more effort into the lancing of her flesh, leaving her even more vulnerable to the movement he persisted toward.

The cry flowed into a scream as he wrenched her from the trunk.  Suspended by his strength alone, she was crushed down onto his shaft and held painfully tight as he shook to his foundation and fountained a stream of warmth that filled her with his passion.  His heat spread throughout her as he returned to his jackhammer pace before again crushing her and filling her again.  The knowledge of his pleasure and contentment blended in the pounding of his effort and the blast of his heat, producing an aftershock convulsion strong enough to again incapacitate her, strong enough to easily rival the rest.

Long, slow strokes continued as they both glowed in their accomplishments.  Her legs finally just dangled limply as she laid back against his strong body and let him support her.

After moment of gathering their breath, he spoke, “The mighty lioness has claimed and conquered her jungle.”  Lowering to his knees, he laid her on the bed of comparatively soft needles and followed her down, not yet removing his receding lust.  “Tomorrow at sundown, will you return here for me?”

Still lost in the maelstrom of her sensations, she only knew she didn’t want it to end.  Feeling his flaccidity finally pull from her body, she only know that it must be returned.  She could not go on thinking that she passed on an opportunity for this to happen again.  “Yes…” Barely discernable, she cried out louder, “Yes!  Oh God, yes!”

Feeling his weight leave her, she was finally allowed the oxygen to breathe almost normally.  Still immobile from the toll her body took, sensations began to return to normal in bits and pieces as the circulation left some areas and returned to others and she became agonizingly aware of hundreds of tiny stabbings as they began to burn while she shifted in the needles.

“Tomorrow, my muffin, I will bring something to try and limit your volume.”  Pushing at a patch of branches, “We certainly do not need any more eavesdroppers.”

Shifting quickly, flinching at the effort, panicked, “Are there…did someone, are we?”

“Honeybun, listen,” he paused long enough for her to hear and then continued, “Until tomorrow, my sweet little lemon drop.”  Stopping to look back with raised eyebrows, “I expect your attendance,” Clearly not a wish but a command.

Pulling her knees up under her, she was still alarmed at the howling of what seemed like every dog for miles around.  Smiling, “How do you know…” her words ended in a huff, for without a noise he was gone. 

Accepting his departure, she groped around for her clothes for several minutes.  The darkness had become thick and within the den almost total.  Every move she made caused the many sores to pull and twist, hundreds of them.  By no means was it a severe pain but it was a constant reminder of the agony of the tree.  She would have to come up with a way to meet somewhere else.

Frustrated, she was unable to find her shorts and panties but her blouse was long enough to maybe get her to her room.  She put it on to find it torn and tattered beyond any real use.  Doing what she could to use the remaining material, she finally gave up and crawled under the branch bare to the world.

“It would figure.”  Grunting, she ran toward the house as rain fell in buckets, drenching her and her single remnant of clothing.  She could only pray that she could get in unseen.