Going back outside..and starting to heat up the soup....my thoughts
drifted...thinking about my lover...and how much we had in common. Sometimes
he acted so strange though, he was hard to understand, very moody. Wondering
what he was doing, and yet enjoying my time away from him..and alone,
catching up on my reading here and the solitude that is so often
unappreciated. I was having fun practicing a little meditation and yoga too,
even if that sounds corny.

Suddenly ...as I heard some footsteps approaching behind me...I realized I
was no longer alone. Turning and looking, I see the man with the bag,
approaching fast ... upon me down the hill...wearing some kind of mask over
his face. Startled even more...I got frightened....and flung the hot soup at
this man...and started to run. Before I got anywhere...he grabbed me, with
one hand..kicking and screaming I yelled out...but knew that would not help.
He picked me up ... threw me in the tent...where I landed on my back.
Flustered..and scared..now, I watched his shadow..out the door of the
tent..as he reached for his bag...threw it in the tent. in the corner, as he
stepped inside.

His figure was...menaceing..frightening,..as he was silent..looking at
me..not a small man by any means,..wearing jeans..barefoot, plain white
t-shirt..and that awful mask. Silently, he bent over, reaching into his
drawstring bag...bringing out some things...first recognizable thing I saw
was a pair of handcuffs.....which he brought over to me...standing directly
in front of me..then he grabbed a handful of my hair...lifted me to my
feet...stared me directly in my face. then before i knew he..had my wrists
painfully held together..putting the handcuffs on me deftly...as i tried to
struggle to get away..again..kicking...and trying to bite him with my
mouth..as he brought my hands high ...above my head...fastening them to the
tent pole. Then, taking his hand..he touched my face..running his
finger...around my mouth..and down to my neck..slightly barely touching..he
put his hand around my neck, gently...but firmly squeezing my neck..around
his strong hand..feeling rough ...and calloused. "Please," I started to
say...but quickly became silent as his hand tightened around my neck.
Starting to sob..I put my head down..still wondering how to got out of
this...and if I would make it out...intact.

Reaching into the bag again...he brought out something else..and brought it
to me....putting a blindfold..on my head..covering my eyes..and long
enough..to cover my nose too..tying it behind my head. Unable to breathe
now..i was forced to open my mouth..and breathe thru it...the blindfold
smelled bad..like it had the smell of stale perspiration..and the material
was stiff and dry. I wanted to continue to kick..him, the only recourse I had
left..but realized it would do no good..as it would only serve to anger him
even further..so I kept still.

Digging in that bag again heard..steel...clanging together..as he brought out
more items. I could only imagine what was coming next. Steps protruding over
to me...he took his rough fingers..touching my breasts..running his
fingers..on the top of my bathing suit... then with both hands..ripped my
sheer wrap...off...of me down the back.. unfastening my bathing suit top...in
back..then. He took it off..letting my breasts exposed for his view. Standing
there in only my cut off jeans..and my bathing suit..bikini bottoms, my hands
above my head..cuffed..and the blindfold on. I never felt more vulnerable in
my life. Then...I heard more clanging..and steel...as I felt a cold hard
heavy ring.. being tightened around my right breast..making it stand out...
and hurt..as it tightened closer around it..then feeling the same thing..as
he did my left breast too. It hurt..as I bite my tongue..squinting my eyes
against the pain...but refusing this time to cry out...not giving him that
satisfaction.

Hearing step..walking around..now, as I hear him...taking off his shirt..and
letting it hit me in the stomach...dropping to the floor,.. I jumped..when I
felt his hands..at my waist...unbuttoning my jeans..and unzipping
them...letting them drop to the floor.

He touched me then..thru my suit..feeling my pussy lips..thru the
material...letting the material..stuck inside my cunt..when he removed his
hand..and fingers. Then..dropping to the floor..I feel his hands on my
feet..lifting my right foot..out of my jeans..and putting. On a boot..with
heels..unbalanced..I almost fell...as he lifted my left foot... throwing the
jeans..out of the way...and sliding on another boot. Standing on the heeled
boots now...with some difficultly..as they were higher than what i was used
to..

I wanted to really kick him now...but i was afraid..of my weight..pulling
on the cuffs on my hands..if i fell... but what he did next..made me wish I
had kicked him..as he spread my legs..putting a restraint on them too...so it
was harder to stand..yet, teetering on those heeled boots..on the side of
them...with this..steel bar..between my legs..making my muscles strain...in
my inner theighs. I still refused to cry..although the pain in my wrists..my
breasts..legs..was starting to become unbearable. I could only imagine what
he wanted from me...beginning to wish he would just rape me...and leave. I
had never ever wished to be raped before.

Next.. as I hung there..listening..I hear more digging in that bag...and more
metal banging together...as the steps draw closer...to me...fingers touching
my nipples..then with a sharp searing pain I feel him putting something tight
on my left nipple...gritting my teeth, then...waiting for the same thing to
happen to my right nipple as he fingered it too. And sure enough...he did.

The chain attached dropped to the middle of my stomach. And I swallowed the
pain...still refusing to cry.

I felt more than heard him kneeling in front of me...then, touching my pussy
through my bathing suit..slipping his rough fingers..into the top and
inserting his finger..into my cunt. Feeling me..and then another...as I stood
there helpless. Then, something cold..and hard was going up inside
me...pushing itself up...filling up my hole...it hurt too...so big. When I
felt the humming..I realized it was a large vibrator..working inside me.

Again..after that. I felt searing pain as some kind of clamps were applied to
my pussy lips..so I couldnt push that vibrator out. They were keeping that
horrid thing in there.

He started walking around behind me......laughing to himself, as I was sure
he was surveying all of his work. All the things he had done to me. Feeling
his hands..on my ass now..as I felt him spreading my cheeks...running his
rough finger down the crack of my butt..till he found his target.....pushing
his finger up my asshole...pressing hard..then removing it..and replacing it
with something hard ...squeezing it up..past my spincter muscle...to keep it
in..he used duct tape across my butt cheeks...then pulled my swim suit..up
around it.

Never have I felt so full, so much pain going thru my body at one
time. When the vibrations started going full blast in my ass from the second
vibrator...the sensations going thru me then was something I could not ever
think would have happened...this man was making me wet..aroused like I had
never been before...I wanted him to touch my clit then...squirming
down...trying to make the vibrator in my cunt...hit the most responsive
spots. He laughed at me then, a laugh I would not easily forget. "please," I
said,..just leave me"....starting to plead with him. "let me go, I wont
tell....promise!" and I did mean it. This made him very quiet..and picking up
something from the bag,..he stepped closer...whispering in my ear. " You are
going to reqret speaking to me like that"

With that, he picked up the chain hanging on my stomach , lifting my breasts
by the nipples..as hurting pain pulled at the clamps on my nipples..I felt
the first stinging blows on the top of my breast. Some kind of whip he was
hitting my tits with. Then striking the bottom of my breasts.. alternating ,
first the top, then the bottom. It started to hurt as he began hitting
harder...and harder. Sobbing now,..openly, the tears running under my
blindfold..makeing it harder to breathe..and the blindfold becoming wet with
my tears.

Afraid now...frightened to speak..I couldn't do anything but cry..as he
continued to whip my breasts. on top...then the bottom..as he lifted my
breasts with every other stroke....it pulled on my nipples...hurting them
too..as the clamps tightened up. I thought I could stand no more..when he
stopped. Gathering my thoughts...trying to clear my head, as the pain
subsided, giving up to the sensations of the vibrators in my pussy and ass. I
started taking deep heavy breathes of air. Then when I thought it was done..
I felt it. Strong heavy blows directly on my nipples..on top of the clamps.
"OWWW.".yelling out at him now.. screaming in agony.

He was hitting them even harder than before. The pain was hurrendous.and I
could not take it any more,.. my knees trembled, and I fell. Hanging there in
my cuffs..feeling the pain now shooting through my wrists. unable to
stand..to relieve the pain. Feeling his hands at my wrists now..as he
released the cuffs.

I dropped to the floor..on my knees, the bar still keeping my legs spread
apart. Pulling my hands in front of me..rubbing my wrists..trying to get the
numbness out of them..and the circulation going again..before I could...He
grabbed my wrists..and again handcuffing them behind the tent pole.
Hearing the wind pick up outside..and the rain start to pelt down..now, the
thunder rolling outside. And the sounds on the tent of the rain hitting the
canvas..was in a small way comforting to me. I have always liked a storm..and
rain. Slowly, closing my eyes against everything around me..letting my head
drop..i begin to concentrate on the drops coming down. But when, I felt my
hair being gathered up in the back of my head..and held up..lifting my head
up..I feel his large finger entering my mouth.. tasting it..the saltiness,
and the bits of sand clinging to his fingers. I had had enough.. as he rolled
his finger in my mouth -pushing his finger to the back of my throat gagging
me. I suddenly bit his finger as hard and strong as I could..I felt and
tasted the salty blood in my mouth..as soon as I had done it. Then, without
saying a word, this man took his other hand, to my throat..squeezing his
thumb and fingers around my neck, cutting off my air supply..with his finger
still in my throat, I gasp..as the dripping blood pools in the back of my
throat...unable to swallow or breathe.

When he releases me...I gag and spit out the blood, sand and saliva..drawing
in a quick intake of air. Then, quickly, before catching my breathe, I feel
him pressing his cock against my lips,..again gathering up my hair...holding
it in one hand..he pressed his already aroused cock in my mouth. Leaning
over, he whispered, closely in my ear. "If you bite this, slut, you will
regret it." Shoving his cock in my mouth..with one hand..and pulling my head
up with the other by my hair...I tasted the moistness of his cock...as it
slid past my tongue...entering the back of my throat....gaging alittle, as he
filled up my mouth....unable to breathe thru the blindfold on my face..and
now stopping the air supply in my mouth ...I felt dizzy..my head spinning.
Gasping for air..each time he withdrew his cock..only to find him shoving it
back in my mouth..hitting the back of my throat..making my head take all of
him inside me...as he pushed my head against his groin. The lingering taste
of blood, sand, and his precum...was in my mouth..as he continued to fuck my
face. Everytime he entered me..making me gag..unable to swallow..the moisture
from him, my saliva and the blood .. making it difficult to swallow..I was
only concerned with getting air..and the way he entered my throat..hitting
past the gag reflex...and laughing, when I gagged on his cock...saying
once..how it felt so good on his cock..squeezing past my throat
muscles..pressing on his cock.

Finally with a groan..he entered my throat fully..pressing harder..as I felt
him start to throb even more..as his cum started filling my throat...gagging
on it...as my throat constricted on him.. he only shoved it in deeper. The
cum...spilling out my mouth and dripping down my chin...onto my breasts. I
had to swallow around his cock..to be able to get some little scant bit of
air..as his hot cream was everywhere..pouring down my throat. I heard him
give his little chuckle again...then, done, he withdrew his cock.. wiping it
off on both of my cheeks. He let my hair go..with a little toss ..throwing my
head to the side. I gasped, started gulping breathes of air...then, the cum
dripping off my face. I had never felt so used, humilitated and abused as I
did at that moment. The rain pelting down on the tent was the only comfort.

Defeated..I sat..wondering what was going to happen ..now. When this man
released my hands... started taking off the equipment, the clamps..the bar,
the vibrators..and the cuffs... leaving only my blindfold on......At that
time, he reached his hand down, feeling my bathing suit, with his hand,
rubbing it into my pussy, laughed heartily, and said mockingly to me. "See,
you are soaked, wet with cunt juice you whore!." Not lifting my head .. all i
could do was sit there, rubbing my wrists, and feet. Then feeling his hands
on my arms..picking me up..and taking me outside in the rain..leaving my
boots on. The rain..washing my body off,, shivering.... I turn my head up to
the refreshing rain...letting the coldness ease some of the pain out of my
body,, especially my sore breasts. This did not last long..as he again pulled
my arm..back inside the tent...laying me down on the sleeping bag and the
blankets that were my bed. He again rummaged in his bag...coming back to
me...touching me..stroking my hair,,and my cheeks..lightly, Telling me then,
how pretty I am, and how brave I was. This gentle touch was such a sharp
contrast ...I was still afraid...as he touched me, running his fingertips on
my face, down my neck, lightly, and down my arm, turning my arm over as he
went, tracing my forearm. This light touch..then combined with some sweet
smelling oil, as he massaged my body from head to toe.

I could not believe how my poor, abused, tired, body was coming back to life
with this gentle touch. Easing the bruises..and soreness away, I was
responding vividly to his touch. He nuzzled and kissed my ear, my neck..and
touching me so gently..after what I had been through,..for some strange odd reason..
the massages..the oil..the rain, was all like magic, making the rest of the evening seem
like I had dreamed it all up. When he entered me...lovingly, gently, I was so ready
for him...and he stroked my hair..saying all the right things...making love to me..
like no other, and brought me to an awareness of sensuality...I never knew existed before this.
This man made me his now....as I submitted to his touch...my heart, and
body...giving my self to him. I know I will never be the same again.