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He pleasures his ex-girlfriend, with her lover's help.
I slumped in his grasp. I just couldn't face it, I couldn't. Whatever lay ahead would surely be better than that...
We left the gardens and he marched me up the road to the woods, as I'd known he would. Beyond the gardens were a pub, a farm, a boarding kennels and one private house. The road petered out into a track which led into the pretty birch woods that formed a local beauty spot - I'd walked there often enough. Although people did take their dogs there and at the weekends the place could be quite popular, I knew that at this time of day midweek there wouldn't be many people about. Whatever he intended to do with me - and it was pretty obvious what he intended to do with me - he was unlikely to be disturbed...
He paused as we entered the woods and made me remove my jacket. It was a cool day and I shivered slightly, but with apprehension as much as with cold. Obedient to your orders, I was wearing a shirt but no bra, stockings and a very short skirt. I'd been aware of my stockings showing the tops of my thighs below the hem of the skirt and now it would be obvious to him that I wasn't wearing a bra either. He looked at me and his lip curled.
'What a sight you are, slut.' Suddenly he grasped one of my nipples, which because of the cold - surely it was only the cold - was pressing itself through the velvet of my shirt, hard and swollen. He pinched it, causing me to gasp, then pinched it tighter... tighter... Although I twisted with pain, I could feel a renewed wetness in my cunt as my treacherous body responded to the stimulation. Once more his other hand felt beneath my skirt and having shoved a couple of his fingers up me, he withdrew them and waved them under my nose. 'You can't wait for it, can you, slut?'
I blushed, my eyes downcast. What, after all, could I say? Deny it as much as I would, my body told a different story... He laughed at my silence and then continued to propel me along. We came to the edge of the forestry plantation, where the loose natural woodland of the crags gave way to the dense, dead, dark of regularly-planted firs. There was a gap in the wooden post and rail fence and roughly he pushed my head down and made me climb through. We moved from the bright cool of the airy birchwoods to a dark, dank chill under the firs. No-one would see or hear us here - this was private property. Once we'd gone a few paces he stopped.
'Take your skirt and shirt off'' he said. I pleaded with him with my eyes. 'Do as I say, slut, or else...' he said menacingly, his hands balling into fists. Fumblingly, I complied. He held out his hand for my clothes and mutely, cowed into submission, I handed them to him. I stood before him in my garter belt and black stockings, the padlock hanging from my obscenely-distended labia.
'Christ, look at you...' he said. Slowly he walked all around me. 'Keep walking' he said. 'We'll go a bit deeper in... anyway, I want to see you walk naked for me, slut'.
He had my clothes and I could see no option but to comply. I did as I was told and walked deeper into the woods. I was conscious of my nipples, painfully stiff and my breasts, bouncing as I walked along the uneven ground. Most of all I was conscious of the padlock swinging between my thighs, dragging on my flesh, and the burning furnace that was my cunt. I could feel the juices seeping out of me despite myself and wondered what you'd make of my account of my day when I finally managed to report back to you...
At last he told me to stop. He threw my clothes down in a heap on the ground, a densely-packed mat of pine needles, and from his pocket he withdrew a tie. He jerked my arms roughly behind me and bound my wrists. 'You don't have to do that!' I said. 'I'm hardly going to run away now, am I?'
He gave me a cold stare. 'I do it because I want to, slut. Now get on your knees.'
I dropped to my knees, suddenly frightened all over again.
'All fours' he said and I complied.