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I awoke first to the rain on my body, before I realised I was naked. Then the pain in my head hit me – a crushing, paralysing headache, like the mother of all hangovers. Pain so intense I could hardly open my eyes. I heard the rustling of leaves and then hot breath on my skin. I heard panting (panting?) and tried to open my eyes against the pain, tried to shield my eyes from the dappled sunlight but I couldn’t move my hands. “Geordie!” A voice in the distance. I tried to open my eyes, tried to move my hands, pulling my arms in, I felt a burning pain at my wrists. My eyes open a crack against the pain in my head, I saw ropes tying my wrists together and – what? – I was tied around a small tree. I opened my eyes wider and realised I was naked. Completely naked, and lying on a woodland floor. My head was still pounding. I felt that hot breath again, and raindrops and something else: something rough against my leg. Sandpaper? “Geordie!” The voice, was it a little closer? I tried to stand up; it was really hard, with my hands bound and my head hurting the way it did. I worked out that I’d have to hold onto the tree and use it to lift myself up. First I got to my knees, and then pulled myself to standing. I looked down and saw a dog, a greyhound, at my feet, licking my calf. I was cold and naked, and my head was pounding. What the hell was going on? “Geordie! There you are.” The voice was much closer now. Right next to me in fact. “What the hell?” he said. “My sentiments exactly.” “What are you doing here?” “Precisely what I’d like to know.” I blinked and opened my eyes, looking at a vaguely familiar man holding a dog’s lead and trying to attach it to the greyhound’s collar. Through the pain in my head, I realised I’d seen him when Saul and I had been in the woods. This was the same dog who’d found Jen and Mike in flagrante – and the same owner. !!! I was facing him, the tree to which I was bound standing between us. He was past his original surprise and was now looking me up and down, enjoying the view of my naked (and damp) form. Thank God it was summer, or I’d have been freezing my arse off. The silence continued and all I could hear was water – the rain on the leaves of the trees around us, and the sound of a stream over rocks. Could I be close to where Saul and I had been the other day? That would make sense, especially since the dog-walker had turned up. But I couldn’t remember a thing. I wasn’t sure if that was because of amnesia, or just the headache I was suffering. “You look like you could use a little help,” said the man. But I didn’t like the way he licked his lips. He was in his fifties, and really didn’t seem to be looking after himself. He had a belly on him, and a kolej escort bayan couple of days of beard; and this wasn’t the first day he’d worn that shirt, or those trousers. “Yes please,” I replied. “Could you untie me?” “I could,” he said. I gulped, “I’d be very grateful.” That made him smile – well, it was more of a leer. He circled me, never taking his eyes off me as he walked around the tree. I had no way to stop him, no way to protect my body from his staring. “It’s not everyday I find a gorgeous young thing like you, tied helpless in the woods,” he said. “I’m sure!” I replied. “It’s not every day I wake up tied to a tree.” The man turned on his heel and walked off through the woods. “Hey!” I shouted. “Where are you going?” “Hush.” “Where are you going?” He had only got twenty yards or so before I realised what he was doing. He tied the dog to a tree and turned back towards me. “He’ll be fine there.” When he got close, he reached out as if to untie my hands, but instead he grabbed my hands and pulled me towards him; but since my arms were around the tree, I stumbled forward. My head hit the tree, and I felt my breasts and belly against the rough bark of the trunk. “You’re a fine looking filly,” he growled, then pawed my arse, grabbing a handful and giving me a squeeze. I squealed and tried to wriggle free. “Shit!” “Hush,” he said, and I felt his fingers slip between my legs. I gasped, and tried to close my legs but his fingers were insistent. He felt my resistance, but was stronger than me. He pulled my hands again, and again my head hit the tree. I think I literally saw stars. “Do you want me to untie you?” “Oh God, yes. Please.” His eyes were cold, remorseless. This was not a kind man, no knight in shining armour. This was a man who wanted to get the most out of the situation. What did I want out of the situation? I wanted to be untied, I wanted something to wear. I wanted to be back at the hotel. Not very much really. “Then get on your knees, you fucking whore.” Through my headache it was hard to speak coherently, but I was going to have to do my best. “That’s no way to speak to a lady,” I said. I staggered to my knees, hands still tied together. He stood right in front of me and undid his flies. His cock popped out, already hard and shiny-tipped. It was awkward, with my hands still tied around the tree, but he didn’t care. He took my head in his hands, and waved his cock in my face. “Suck my dick,” he growled. “And neither is that! Why on earth would I suck your dick? You’re not very used to conversing with ladies are you?” He pulled my head towards his throbbing cock. I tried a different tack. “You’re a very trusting man,” I said. “Sticking your cock in my Escort sihhiye mouth, if you’re not sure I’m willing. I might just bite down on it.” He hesitated. “Yes,” I continued, “Worth thinking about.” He stood there, looking down at me. He cleared his throat. “Would you? Would you suck my dick?” It was laughable, the way he asked, maybe even a little pathetic I suppose. Though not terribly long, his cock was thick and the base incredibly hairy. “I might be persuaded,” I said. “But you’d need to let me go.” “If I let you go, you’ll run.” “Not if I’ve promised I won’t,” I explained. “Look, right now sex is not my highest priority – though clearly it’s yours. My highest priority is getting untied. You help me with that, and I’ll…” I trailed off. “Suck my dick.” I nodded. “I’ll untie you afterwards.” I gnashed my teeth together theatrically. “First.” He pondered this. “No funny stuff,” he said. “It doesn’t get much funnier than this. This is fucking hysterical. Just untie me please!” With a snort he untied me, but left the rope tied around one wrist; he held onto the other end. I was still on my knees. Holding onto my head, and standing in front of me, he pushed the length of his cock into my mouth, so my nose was deep in his forest of pubic hair, my lips tight around his shaft. Slowly he withdrew and then thrust back into my mouth. When his tip hit the back of my throat I gagged. The rain started falling harder. Dog man started thrusting faster, groaning as he went, and I didn’t think he’d last terribly long. It had been a long time since this dick had had more than a hand bringing it off. But then he pulled away and turned me around. He grabbed my waist and knelt behind me. I knew what was coming. “Oh shit,” I whispered. “Wait… Please wait. I… I’m not ready.” “So?” “Boy, you’re a piece of work, aren’t you?” “I said I’d blow you, not fuck you.” “But I want to fuck you.” “Yeah, but you know what Mick Jagger said?” He looked blank. “You can’t always get what you want.” He pushed me back down onto my knees and, once more waved his cock in my face – not quite as erect as he’d been. But I felt it grow as he pushed it back into my mouth and grabbed handfuls of my hair to start face fucking me again. After a few minutes, he withdrew and pushed me down onto my back. “This was not part of the deal,” I growled. I felt his weight on top of me; his breath smelt of stale tobacco, and I could hardly breath. Geordie yapped from his tree, and, as I looked over, he started pulling hard at his lead. “Shut up, dog,” shouted the man – and to my amazement, it did. The distraction was enough though – I managed to get my knee between his legs and knee him in the balls. His face contorted in sincan escort pain. I rolled his dead weight off me and staggered to my feet. When I realised that he’d let go of the rope, I ran. “Hey!” Well, that one syllable wasn’t going to make me stop. In fact, though my head pounded with every step, it would take a lot more than that to stop me running. Within a few seconds, I saw the bridge where Saul and I had kissed. I flew across it and onto the path beyond, which I knew would lead through a field. Once I was out of the woods, the rain hit me hard; my breasts were bouncing as I ran across the grass, sheep running in all directions to avoid the lunatic naked woman amidst them. The man must have gone back to retrieve his dog because I had a good headstart. At the other end of the field was a gate and beyond it another field. I kept running, slipping and sliding on the mud and grass, avoiding the rough track as the stones would have hurt my bare feet. Hands across my tits to keep them from bouncing I kept running along beside the track until I got to the next gate which lead back into woods and cover. Miraculously, I hadn’t met anyone else. Through the gate I went and off the path up through undergrowth and bushes to hide from the man and his dog. The rain was pouring now and I was cold and dripping wet, bedraggled, tired and still with a pounding head – if anything made worse by my running. I huddled behind a bush, keeping it between me and the path, and wondered what to do. How far was it back to the hotel? And anyway, why the hell had I woken where I had, in the condition I was? That was all still a mystery. I heard a noise: footsteps along the path. I peeked out and saw dog man, with Geordie on its lead, skulking back along the path. He had his eyes out for me, but clearly wasn’t looking carefully enough. Though I was wet and cold, maybe I should be glad of the rain. I struggled to take the rope off my other wrist, but managed in the end, using my teeth to loosen the knot. Hugging my knees to keep myself as warm as I could, I closed my eyes and sleep found me. …ooOoo… When I woke this time, the pain in my head had faded a little, and sunshine coming down through the trees told me the rain had stopped. I was still cold and naked, but the world seemed a slightly better place. I rubbed my arms and legs to try and warm them up. It seemed to take ages before I felt myself warming up. I must have looked a complete state though, as I still had leaves stuck to my body and in my hair. I decided I couldn’t stay there forever, so made my way as best I could along the path. There were a few houses to the right of the path, and I had it in mind to try nicking some clothes from a washing line. But either the houses were posh enough to have dryers, or the rain had only just stopped. Anyway, no one had any washing out. Every so often, I’d hear footsteps and have to hide in the undergrowth to the side of the path.
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