Amy

AMY BETRAYED

 

“So you come up on Saturday evening and release me?”

 

Amy was about to undergo her first self bondage in a fashion that she would not be able to release herself, and would need help to get free. Her friend Sheila had agreed to come to where Amy would be, and release her,

 

Amy started the car that Saturday morning, wearing a short skirt, and a top, no underwear and no bra. Neither of these were going to be needed for the rest of the day, as in fact, nor were the skirt and top, but she could not drive through the streets naked without the possibility of arrest.

 

Where Amy was heading for was a wooded area, not often populated, where she could bind herself and hoped would not get caught, not until Sheila came to release her.

 

She checked her bag before pulling off her driveway to make sure she had everything she needed, though she had no keys, Sheila had those. Until Sheila arrived, Amy would not be able to get free.

 

The drive took less than an hour, but the walk through the woods to the designated place took over an hour and a half. She was now in a deeply wooded area, off the main track, serviced only by a small trail she had discovered by accident. Unless you knew this trail was there, it could well be that you would never know it existed.

 

Locking the car, Amy picked up the heavy bag and slung it over her shoulder, and started through the woods. The early part of her walk showed little forestation, but as she walked on the trees became more numerous. There was a light drizzle, but she didn’t let this put her off. It took an hour to reach the small trail, and even then she almost missed it, laughing at herself as her mind was elsewhere at the time.

 

Taking the small trail, Amy soon found herself in dense wood, and knew that soon, it would get even worse. The trees were surrounded by brambles, making it hard to walk without her bare legs getting scratched. Then she reached her objective, a small clearing within the forest.

 

Placing the bag on the ground, Amy stopped to get her breath back. It hadn’t seemed so hard when she had not been carrying the bag, but the equipment had made the journey that much harder. She had considered wearing a watch, but part of this was not to know how long she was in bondage, and how much longer she had to go before Sheila released her.

 

Opening the bag and letting the contents fall to the floor, the first thin Amy had to do was dispose of the bag. This was essential in her eyes, as without the bag she could not carry the contents, and some of them were special, she didn’t want to lose them.

 

There was a small river flowing close by, and Amy walked to it, and dropped the bag into it, watching as the bag floated away from her. Standing by the river, it was time to get rid of her clothing, knowing the fast current would have them out of her reach in seconds.

 

Removing her top she felt the slight breeze on her chest, her nipples not hardening, but paying attention to the breeze. The top was thrown as far as Amy could do so, into the centre of the river. It didn’t travel very far, but the current caught it, and carried it down stream and away from her. Once her skirt followed suit, she would have to drive home naked, knowing she would e seen, or, continue her task. Reluctantly, she unzipped the skirt, and allowed it to fall at her feet. Stepping out of it, she lifted it from the ground, found a stone and wrapped the skirt around it, and threw it into the river. It landed mid stream, and immediately started to sink.

 

Now naked, Amy knew she had little choice. She could, of course, walk back to her car and drive home, but there was a certainty that she would be seen. Or, she could make her way back to the clearing and continue what she had planned.

 

She knew that if someone came across her once she had finished her bondage, that she could do nothing to stop them doing anything they wanted, and would never know who they were unless they removed the blindfold she was going to wear, but she assured herself that this would never happen.

 

She had already lost track of time, and didn’t know, now, how long her trial would last, at least six hours, maybe more. It all depended on Sheila.

 

Looking at the items she had dropped in the clearing, Amy first picked up the butt plug. It was not lubricated, and Amy had deliberately not brought any. Comfort was not a consideration here.

 

Squatting, Amy placed the head of the plug against her arse, and slowly started to push. Until now, she had never had a plug, or anything else in her arse, and it was only as she pressed hard, forcing the head of the plug in. that she realised how painful this was. She knew she could throw the plug away, but that would be cheating, and so with extreme effort, she pressed the head past the tight sphincter, screaming as the red hot pain of first penetration hit her. It took longer than she thought it would, but eventually, the butt plug was installed, and Amy took hold of the vibrator.

 

This was Amy’s favourite vibe. A little larger than some, but not the largest in the land, and one she had managed to fill herself on many occasions. What she hadn’t planned or considered, was how it would feel when her arse was also full.

 

Turning the vibe on, Amy positioned it at the mouth of her pussy, and slowly started to insert it. Almost immediately she could feel it vibrating against the butt plug, and the suddenness gave her an immediate orgasm.

 

Suppressing a scream, Amy forced the vibe deep inside her, her own juices now making this an easier task than normal. The next thing was the crotch rope. This was wrapped around her waist, and passed between her legs, ensuring that the rope passed directly over her pussy and between her arse cheeks, holding the plug and the vibe in place. She deliberately pulled it tighter than she was used to doing, to make sure neither would drop out.

 

The next thing she picked up was a device made from two planks of wood, with three long screws in it. One at each end, and one in the middle. The two planks could be brought together by turning the wing nuts. Placing the planks under and over her tits, Amy started to turn the wing nuts, adjusting the planks to ensure her tits were caught between them. As she tightened the screws, her tits began to compress, flattening them. Only when she could turn them no more did she stop, her tits now trapped tightly and painfully. Next. It was the clamps. Amy had several types of clamps at home, but had decided on the clover clamps. Not only were they small and so more painful. If someone or something pulled at them. They became tighter. The weights Amy had brought with her would ensure they would pull on the clamps. And trap her nipples even tighter than normal.

 

Amy tried walking around the clearing, but the plug, vibe and now the tit vice and clamps, meant that every step cause a pain of some sort. She knew that once she was finished, she was going to be in pain of sorts until Sheila released her.

 

The next item Amy picked up was a Jennings gag. This didn’t fill the mouth as a ball gag did, but opened the mouth wide, much as a dentists gag would do. Unlike some, Amy’s had straps fastened to the sides, so it could be fastened tight behind the head, so even the largest mouth would not be able to “spit” it out. It took only seconds to apply, and then Amy pressed the lever that would open it, holding her mouth as wide as the gag would take it.

 

Amy knew that this meant if any flying insects came. She would not be able to stop them entering her mouth.

 

All that were left were the chains, padlocks and blindfold. She picked up the blindfold first, and placed it over her head, not covering her eyes yet, but so that when she was ready, she could cover her eyes, and would see daylight no more that day. Sheila wasn’t due until after dark.

 

The chains had been carefully measured, and Amy took one chain and passed it around a tree, using one of the padlocks and locked it in place. Moving to another tree a few feet away, she repeated the process, so she now had two chains, waiting for her feet. Not going to pull them wide apart, but, enough to stop her escaping.

 

Picking up the ankle cuffs, Amy placed one on each ankle. Passing the small lock through the holes, ensuring that without keys, she couldn’t get free. Sheila had the keys.

 

Before locking her ankles to the chains from the trees, Amy picked up the handcuffs. These were police issue cuffs, rigid, so that she would have little if any movement of her wrists once applied.

 

She locked on of the cuffs to her left wrist, then, with no little effort, leant down and spread her legs. Taking a padlock she grabbed the chain coming from one tree, and locked it to her left ankle. She momentarily wondered why she always started on the left, but that moment passed and she spread her legs and fastened the other chain to her right ankle.

 

Her legs were about three feet apart, and would get no closer to each other.

 

All Amy had to do now was lower herself to the floor, knowing that as she did so, she would be lying on her compressed  and clamped tits.  Slowly. She did so, crying softly as her own weight pressed onto her already sore tits.

 

The blindfold was now ready to be placed over her eyes, and the straps pulled tight so that it fitted tightly, allowing no light through at all. Having done so, Amy  wondered what time it was now, and how long before Sheila came and rescued her.

 

Passing one end of the cuffs behind her, and under the crotch rope, Amy knew she was seconds away from total immobilisation. Even now she could not free herself, as she had none of the keys for any of the locks, and once the right wrist was locked in place, she was at the mercy of the elements until she was set free.

 

Slowly, she placed her right hand into the cuffs, and pressed, hearing the cuffs engage. Two more clicks, and she would be stuck here. One more click, as she slowly pressed the cuffs closed, and then it was done. Her hands locked behind her, unable to release them, unable to stand or take the weight and pressure off her already sore tits, the vibrator humming away, and pressing the butt plug.

 

Back at the office Sheila was giving final instructions to the mail clerk, telling him how to find Amy, and what to do, suggesting that he may wish to take a few other guys along for the ride.

 

She handed the mail clerk the keys, and told him that Amy was his for as long as he held the keys.

 

By the time Amy heard footsteps coming through the trees, she had lost all sense of time. She didn’t know if it was late enough for Sheila to be arriving, or had someone else discovered her?

 

Her tits were on fire from the pressure of the vice, the clamps and her own weight and the vibe had long since stopped vibrating, and was now an inert, but painful object.

 

She had tried many times, fruitlessly, to get her hands free…or to close her legs, and she was sure insects had made a home in her mouth.

 

Twice, she had felt the need to urinate, and though she had struggled not to do so, had wet the ground beneath her, and she now lay in a puddle of urine.

 

As the footsteps came closer, Amy realised that there were not just one set, but several, and panic started to set in, as she tried harder to get her hands free, close her legs, stand up, anything. But all to no  avail.

 

“Just as Sheila said” she heard a voice she didn’t know. “All ready for us”.

 

Amy felt someone grab her crotch rope, driving the vibe and plug even deeper, before a sudden release of pressure, as the rope was cut.

 

“we draw straws?” asked another voice Amy didn’t recognise, as she realised there was definitely more than one person standing over her, and so far, all male.

 

She tried to ask what happened to Sheila, but the gag restricted her vocals, and her ramblings were ignored.

 

Now the crotch rope was removed she could feel fingers pulling at the butt plug, puling it out of her body. Even as the pain and relief of having it removed, she felt further anguish, as she heard something like a zip being undone.

 

Amy’s fears were well grounded, as she felt someone kneel between her open legs. She tried to scream out, but any sound she made was ignored, as whoever it was started to lean forwards, and she felt something else touching her arse, something soft, but solid.

 

Amy was no virgin, and knew the feeling of a manhood, and that’s what she felt now, pressing against her arse. She again screamed out, but the noise was unintelligible garble, and was being ignored, and someone’s cock pressed harder at her arse. She felt it enter, but the plug so recently removed had made her arse wide enough to ensure that the cock now pressing at her, would encounter no problems.

 

Amy screamed again as she felt the cock drive deep in her arse. It was larger than the plug, and seemed with every thrust to drive deeper, filling her anal cavity.

 

The man fucking her arse was not gentle, as he began to ram harder and harder at her, filling her, stretching her.

 

Horace, was a coloured guy, and his cock was renown as being one of the largest in the area, few woman willing to take him on, but Amy had no choice as his hard cock thrust deeper and deeper, feeling as if it would rip her apart.

 

It crept up on Amy slowly at first, gaining momentum, her body reacting to the onslaught in her arse. She could feel herself getting warmer, as that unmistakeable feeling of impending orgasm washed over her.

 

There could be a stewards inquiry as to who came first, Amy or Horace, but cum they both did, Amy not even realising she was pounding her body back to meet the onslaught of Horace, who came, his spunk filling Amy’s arse, flooding out even before he had finished and withdrawn.

 

As soon as Horace had finished and pulled away. Amy felt another person between her open legs, and a second cock pressing at her arse. There was no resistance now, either from Amy herself, or her sphincter,, as the cock slid easily into her. With no pretence, Amy started pressing back to the cock inside her. Wanting it deeper and deeper, not knowing why, just fulfilling a need.

 

 

It was at this point that Amy felt her head being lifted, and someone kneeling in front or her lowered her head over a swollen cock. The Jennings gag held her mouth wide so there was little resistance as the cock pressed into her. Hitting the back of her throat. The unseen assailant simply raised and lowered her head over his erection, allowing her to taste the saltiness, feeling his cock drive to the back of her throat, and wishing this was all a bad dream.

 

But it wasn’t a dream. The cock in her arse pressed ever deeper, whist the cock in her mouth suddenly started to spasm. Instinctively, Amy knew what was going to happen, but was helpless to prevent it, as hot cum filled her mouth, splashed against the back of her throat. She could neither swallow or spit, as the guy’s cum filled her mouth.

 

For what seemed a lifetime, Amy’s mouth and arse were used, never knowing who’s cock was whose, just knowing that each time, they had cum inside her.

 

A voice she had not heard before suddenly told her that she would remain where she was tonight, and she may be released tomorrow, but there was no guarantee.

 

“one other thing” said the unknown mail clerk, “next time you go for promotion, consider the other candidates. This was a lesson in inconsideration, who knows what can happen if you are less considerate?”

 

it was only then, as the footsteps lead away, that she realised that this ordeal could last indefinitely, she was powerless to avoid it, powerless to refuse.

 

Amy slept fitfully, would they come back?