Moonlight

"And you're sure that we're going to be alone?" Jack asked as he turned off the main highway onto the well-worn dirt road. He glanced over at Desiree just long enough to catch her smile and nod, her feet playfully perched on the dashboard, the angle of her legs causing her loose skirt to ride up her thighs, revealing the bottom edge of her Hello Kitty panties. She knew exactly what she was doing.

"Yep. My cousin said that everyone is out of state, so we have free rein over the place."

Jack nodded. This was going to be a hell of a weekend. A secluded cabin on Lake Cobbosseecontee, a hot tub, a canoe, no one around for miles, and a gorgeous redhead for company? Who could ask for more?

Jack had met Desiree online six months ago. Initially, he had been attracted to her stunning looks, but the more they talked, the more they realized that they were nearly perfectly matched. Their life experiences, the things they liked and hated, even - no, especially - their love of bondage. Jack had found in her the voluptuous, nerdy, goth that he had dreamed about his entire life. That she accepted his secrets and quirks was simply icing on the cake. She was his goddess in chains, and he was never relinquishing control now that he had it.

Minutes later, they were unpacking the car, bringing the bags into the cabin that would be their home for the next few days. It was still early, so Desiree fixed some sandwiches to snack on while Jack unpacked and organized their toys for the evening. Jack contemplated his choices. The magic wand vibrator would definitely come in handy, as well as the wide assortment of plugs, floggers, crops, blindfolds, and gags. But that would all be for later in the weekend. Tonight was special. Tonight, all he needed was the stout leather cuffs and some rope. Tonight was all about the chase.

After finishing lunch, Jack led Desiree into the bedroom. She gasped slightly when she saw the array of implements laid out before her. She knew that Jack had a sizable collection of tools, but she had never imagined anything like the bounty in front of her now. When she had first talked to Jack about bondage, her idea was simple rope and maybe a pair of handcuffs. She felt the first stirrings in her loins as she walked the line of toys meant only for her pleasure. She ended in front of her lover, her hand impulsively finding its way to his crotch, the hardness there already evident beneath his jeans.

Jack pulled her hand away, causing her lips to pout and release an unconscious whimper. "Not yet," commanded Jack. "Nothing worth having is given for free." Picking up the thick leather shackles, Jack placed the first one around Desiree's delicate wrist, a padlock through the buckle ensuring that the restraint was not coming off without his permission. He followed suit with the other wrist and then both ankles, planting a little kiss on each after securing the padlock. "I'm going to give you a choice. Would you like your wrists behind your back and your legs free, or your wrists in the front but your legs hobbled?" Desiree thought for a moment. While having her hands in the front would be safer, having her legs hobbled would mean less range of motion. Running through the woods with only a foot of rope between her ankles was not something she thought that she could handle. "Behind the back, please, Sir."

"Good girl," Jack breathed as he lashed together her wrists, cementing them behind her back and essentially taking her arms away. For all intents and purposes, Desiree was now utterly helpless. Whatever Jack decided to do to her now, she was simply unable to stop him. "One last thing," he quipped, turning her around to face him. He reached behind him and grabbed what looked like a small leather belt. It was only after he started putting it around her neck that she realized it was a collar. And apparently, it had a bell on it; every movement of Jack's hands accented with a small tinkling sound. Jack just made his job of tracking her exponentially easier. He then grabbed a chain-link leash and connected it to the collar, giving it a tug and telling her to follow him as they exited the door and headed towards the placid waters of the lake.

They sat down in the small canoe and pushed away from the dock. As he rowed towards a small island in the middle of the lake, Jack explained his plan for the afternoon. "When we get to shore, I am going to walk you into the center of the island and strip you. You will then have a sixty-second head start. Your goal is to evade me as best you can. If you can find your way back to the canoe, you win. I will release you, and I will be your sexual servant for the night. Anything you want, no questions asked. But if I capture you first, I will have my way with you. I will bind you, ravage you, and then leave you until nightfall, where I will use you again, as many times and for as long as I like. Is everything clear?" Desiree nodded, her heart already beating furiously in her chest. She had no idea which of her fates she preferred, but she knew that she didn't relish the thought of being tied up, alone and helpless, on this island all night.

Finally reaching shore, Jack climbed out and pulled the small craft further onto dry land. One thing he didn't want, no matter tonight's outcome, was to lose the canoe and have to swim into the lake in this early autumn weather to chase it down. Taking Desiree's leash once again, he helped her out of the boat, being careful to make sure she didn't stumble. Grabbing a gunny sack from inside the boat, he reached into it and pulled out a blindfold. "Only for a little while," he promised as he placed it over Desiree's eyes. Slinging the sack over his shoulder and taking the leash again, he looked towards the woods. "Follow me," he said with a slight pull.

They walked for far longer than Desiree thought was possible on the tiny island. Blindfolded, she had no idea exactly the route that Jack was leading her on, but she felt certain that he was taking turns and doubling back on their trail simply to confuse her. And confusing her is exactly what it did. She felt that even given the best of circumstances, she would have struggled to find her way back to the canoe. As it was, it was becoming more of an impossible task with each step. Being blindfolded wasn't just an impediment to finding her route to safety. With one sense gone, all of her others were dialed up to eleven. She could feel every wisp of breeze flowing through the trees, wicking away the thin sheen of sweat that coated her skin, cooling her naked body. The birds, beginning to prepare to fly south, tittered in the trees, their songs sounding like church bells in the darkness to her. Even her sense of smell was amplified, the perfume of her arousal mingling with the subtle scent of Jack in front of her. The combination was intoxicating.

Jack stopped. The next thing that Desiree felt was Jack lifting her from the ground, his taut muscles flexing against her soft body. He spun around with her a few times to further ensure that she had no idea of the direction they had come. Suddenly, Desiree felt Jack's mouth find hers, his tongue seeking hers. She submitted willingly, opening her mouth and letting him take control, his fingers combing through her blazing hair, forming a fist at the base of her skull in one fluid motion, claiming ownership of her in ways that words could never adequately convey. As they kissed, Jack laid her down on the ground, his now free hand firmly grasping her throat, the threat of controlling her very breath a further sign of her being his, holding her in place as he finished his kiss, his lips going to her ear, a growing growl from his throat driving out all of the other sounds of the woods. She could feel her arousal growing with each passing second, feel the heat rising within her, her skin flush with wanting to become one with him.

As quickly as Jack had started, he stopped. Desiree was on the very edge of orgasm just from the simple act of kissing him, her desire blossoming into a primal need. Her mind was a fog, and it took her several moments to realize that Jack had removed the blindfold. The afternoon sun was dazzling, even through the tree canopy, and she took a moment to adjust. "That wasn't fair," she whispered, still catching her breath.

"I know," Jack admitted, "but I couldn't help myself. Besides, I wanted to make sure that your scent was as strong as possible."

"Damn him," thought Desiree, "he's stacking the deck even more in his favor."

Jack reached over and removed the leash from her collar, placing it in his sack. "I will now close my eyes for 60 seconds. Your task is to evade me and locate the canoe. In fairness, I'm not completely certain where it is myself, so the playing field is a lot more level than you probably think. If you find it before I capture you, you are to wait there for me, and if that is the case, I am yours to command for the remainder of the weekend. If, however, I capture you, I will have my way with you. Once again, is all of this clear, and is this what you want?"

Desiree nodded, "Yes, Sir. I understand completely."

"Excellent, then let us begin." With that, Jack touched the timer on his watch, beginning the countdown. Closing his eyes and looking upward, he shouted, "Go, girl!"

Desiree took off, seeking out game trails that looked less challenging than winding her way through the trees. She ran as best she could, her bound wrists helpless to push away the small branches that seemed to rise up and claw at her tender breasts, lashing her nipples, and grabbing at her soft belly. She knew the shape of the island, and if she could simply find the shore, she knew that it would be simple to run the length of the shoreline until she came upon the canoe. Already she was imagining scenarios where she would be the one in control this weekend, Jack lashed to the strong four post bed in the cabin, slowly tormenting him with her tongue, teasing him with her body until he was begging for her to ride him, straddling his face while she lightly peppered his skin with the crop that she had so often felt dance upon hers.

Caught in her own reverie, she barely heard the timer alarm sound faintly in the distance. Jack was now in full hunt mode, his sense attuned to every sound, every scent, every indication of where his prey might be. Desiree stopped her run, straining her ears to hear what direction he might have gone in, hoping to gain a clue as to his plan. She knew from experience that his footsteps were unnaturally light, that he could be directly behind her at any moment during their day-to-day lives together without her ever knowing until he wanted her to know. How much more stealthy could he be when he actually put his mind to it? Would she even know that she had lost the chase until it was too late?

As silently as possible, Desiree slinked away to a small group of trees where she thought she might have a chance to see him. She heard a bit of brush being moved out of the way, and she thought that it had come from her right. The only other indication of movement was a quieting of the birds in that direction. Taking that as being her best sign of where Jack was headed, Desiree slowly made her way to her left. She could see the shoreline through the undergrowth and felt that her plan was well on its way. Just as she was breaking through the trees, her foot found a dried twig, the unmistakable snap betraying her. She immediately stopped, listening to hear a sign from Jack, hoping against hope that he was too far away to hear her. Suddenly, she heard the sound of Jack making his way through the brush behind her. Her cover blown, she began to run along the shallow shore, the bell on her collar ringing in the air, thankful that the beach was mostly sand and mud with very little in the way of rocks to stumble on. Turning a sharp corner on the bank, she could see the canoe pulled up to the edge of the wood line, only about fifty feet ahead of her. She was going to win!

The next thing she saw was Jack standing in front of her, blocking her path to the canoe and ultimate victory. Undeterred, Desiree did her best to evade him, feigning reentry into the woods. But Jack was too quick, his arms around her in an instant, picking her up once again and heading back into the interior of the wooded island. "Not going back to the cabin?" Desiree asked. "No, kitten," he replied, but offered no further words. Desiree nuzzled into Jack's warm chest, feeling comfort and safety in his arms. They arrived at the place where the chase started, Desiree recognizing the location by the low-branched tree where she was initially laid down. Once again, Jack set her down upon the soft soil, using a length of rope to quickly bind her ankles to her wrists and making escape impossible.

While she watched, Jack emptied his sack, pulling long coils of rope from it. As he did this, Desiree's mind raced, imagining scenario after scenario where she was bound in various ways, each more helpless than the last, utterly at her captor's mercy. He produced what she recognized as three archaic two foot two-foot-long tent stakes and, using a nearby piece of wood as a hammer, drove them into the ground in a triangle pattern about four feet apart from each other. Jack came to her, deftly loosening the ropes holding her ankles and helping the young redhead to her feet. He led her under one of the stouter low-hanging branches, taking one of the ropes and wrapping it around her elbows, pulling them closer and closer together, each fraction of an inch having the added effect of pushing her chest out, her massive breasts getting more prominent with each tug. Then, tying one of the myriad ropes to her wrist, he casually tossed the loose end over the branch. Jack then took her left leg, looping another rope through the D ring on her leather shackle and then securing it to one of the tent stakes. He repeated this with the right ankle, gently pulling until Desiree's legs were spread as far as she could manage while standing. Procuring a third rope, Jack threaded it through a similar ring on Desiree's collar. He then walked behind her and began slowly pulling on the line connected to her wrists, lifting her arms higher and higher, forcing her to bend at the waist. Finally, he stopped, the strain on her arms evident, her legs already trembling with the stress of maintaining her balance in such an awkward position.

Jack then walked back around to her front and secured the line from her collar to the third stake, effectively locking her in a stance where she could not stand for relief to her already aching shoulders. As a final flourish, Jack took the slenderest line he had and formed a loop in her hair, doubling it over so that it would not slip, and tying it off on the ropes that secured her elbows, pulling back until Desiree was forced to look forward. The result was not lost on Desiree. She was in a perfect position to be used in any way that Jack desired, her round ass jutting out at the top of her spread legs, both holes open and available. And if he tired of either of those options, her mouth was presented as a warm home for his cock, the hair tie preventing her from lowering her head and avoiding him, even if she wanted to.

Jack stripped himself of his clothing, a sheen of sweat covering his body. He then walked slowly around his prize, his hand floating sensually over her soft skin, travelling down the length of her legs, delighting in the growing tremble that he felt behind her knees. He stood in front of Desiree for a moment, taking in the glory that was her, planting a kiss on her forehead, a promise that he would always protect her. "I love you", he said, cupping her chin in his hand.

"I love you, too", she replied.

Jack walked to her side, caressing her breasts, hanging heavily and voluptuously from her bent over torso. Making his way back to her rear, he rubbed her ass, now more roughly than before. He quickened his pace, drew back, and planted his wide hand firmly on her cheek. Desiree yelped and jumped at the sudden strike, pulling even more on her abused shoulders. Again and again, Jack's hand came down on her bottom, each blow just a little harder than the one before. At the end of every ten strikes, Jack would stop and lovingly soothe the quickly reddening skin, enjoying the increasing warmth. After thirty, Desiree's facade broke, and she started crying. It wasn't pain, this was catharsis, a releasing of emotions that she had kept hidden deep inside of herself.

Jack stopped momentarily to once again plant a kiss of reassurance on his love's forehead, and then went right back to the task at hand. After fifty, Desiree had stopped sobbing and had grown strangely quiet. She was now existing only in a space within her mind. Her body was no longer her regard; she was separated from it. Jack slowed his pace and speed, more caressing now than spanking. Through the process, he had also found a space within his mind, joining Desiree in a type of symbiosis. Many moments passed, the shared feelings washing over them as they lived within their reverie. Jack's hand ceased being an instrument of pain and became one of pleasure, his fingers finding their way to the heated folds of her pussy. He felt Desiree's slickness, easily slipping first one, then two, then three fingers into her greedy hole. Pumping slowly at first, he quickened his pace as Desiree responded to him, her hips grinding seductively against his rough hand, searching in vain for even an inch of additional movement to increase her pleasure.

Unable to contain himself any longer, Jack removed his hand, swiftly replacing it with his throbbing cock. A guttural groan welled up from his chest as the full length of his shaft slid easily into Desiree's sopping pussy. Retracting several inches, he once again drove himself into her, the force lifting Desiree to her toes, pulling even harder on the rope holding her wrists up towards the tree limb. Over and over and over he pistoned into her, his hands locked onto her hips, thrusting her back with equal force, occasionally removing one to smack the exposed side of her ass cheek. Desiree screamed as the wave of her first orgasm washed over her, exploding in her like nothing she had ever felt before.

Unabated, Jack continued his assault on her womanhood, his rhythm strong and steady, pushing her quickly to another orgasm. Desiree had scarcely recovered from the first when the second one was upon her, buckling her knees and forcing her to hang from her wrists. The third merged with the remnants of the second, not giving her even a moment to prepare. Each forward thrust pulled against her shoulders while Jack's drawing of her hips stressed the line tethering her collar to the maximum. Every motion, every grunt, every drop of sweat was another indication that Jack owned her fully, that she was his for his use, and her only imperative was to survive. Suddenly, Jack slowed, his grunting transforming into a moan of delight as his own orgasm overtook him. Lifting Desiree fully off her feet, she could feel the power of his load exploding within her, an accompanying slow thrusting keeping time with his pulsating shaft. She felt him shrink slightly inside of her, Jack withdrawing with another plaintive moan of pleasure.

Walking around to her front, Jack stood before the spent Desiree, her head only held up by the supporting rope fastened to her aching elbows. "Open," commanded Jack, his sharp eyes locking onto her misty ones. Submissively obeying, Jack unceremoniously shoved his still stiff cock into Desiree's open mouth. "Now clean me," he ordered, "and it better be good or you'll regret it."

The bound woman immediately went into action, the salty taste of hers and his juices combining, her tongue greedily seeking out each drop. She felt his shaft begin to swell again, filling her mouth completely, reacting to the aggressive motions of her tongue and lips. Deciding that this was her moment to take back some of her independence, Desiree began actively working the quickly hardening cock, asserting herself on the captured member. It was not long-lasting, however. Jack wrapped his fingers through her hair, pulling her towards his groin, stilling her own actions. Using the same force that he had previously directed towards her rear, he began to slowly and methodically fuck her face, holding her head firmly so that she could have no choice but to comply. Shallow motions were predominant, allowing Desiree to make use of her tongue in an attempt to quicken the end of this assault, but at times Jack would thrust the entirety of himself into her throat, filling her completely and taking away her chance to breathe. Gagging around his prodigious manhood, Desiree had no choice in those moments but to suffer the indignation, waiting for him to retreat, granting her another sweet gulp of air.

After what seemed like an interminable length of time, Jack once again thrust his entire length into Desiree's throat, the spasming of his orgasm swelling her flesh as she accommodated it, hot spunk filling her to the maximum. Pulling back, Jack hesitated in her mouth, allowing her to complete the task that she was originally given. Finally complete, he withdrew from her, allowing her to finally rest against her bonds. Quickly losing the knotted strands that held her, Jack laid her weary body at the base of the tree, covering her with his previously discarded shirt. In mere moments, Desiree was asleep.

Desiree awoke with a start. She could feel the cool night air on her naked body, bathed in the light of the autumn full moon. Looking around her, she realized that she was suspended in the air, hanging from the very limb that had held her wrists so securely just a few hours before. Craning her neck as best she could, she quickly assessed her predicament. Not only was she held aloft, but her arms were secured behind her in an extremely tight box tie. Her legs were each bent at the knee, and secured down each useless stump by a series of ties that were not only beautiful, but also highly effective. The fact that she could feel her feet pressing against each of her ass cheeks was a constant reminder that her lower limbs were bound as tightly as possible. Her knees were then tied off to her shoulders, spreading them, exposing a tight crotch rope that circled her waist and cleaved her ass and pussy, the rough fibers tormenting her as they penetrated her soft lips. Additionally, her breasts had been tied, loop after loop, increasing the pressure at the base of each until the skin was stretched to a drum-tightness, the massive orbs discolored to a purplish hue, and more sensitive than she had ever imagined. Lastly, several loops of rope were threaded through her open mouth and tied off somewhere behind her, effectively reducing any pleas that she might have made to unintelligible mewlings. The only article that adorned her body outside of the rope was her collar, the attached bell ringing softly with every movement.

In the next moment, Desiree ceased all of her attempts to assess her situation. The woods, previously that day filled with the cacophony of birds and other wildlife, were now strangely silent. A feeling, almost like a tangible weight, had overcome the night, causing the air to take on an almost palpable thickness. Desiree heard a movement in the brush behind her, an intentional movement in her direction, but too far off for her to see, no matter how she strained her neck against the bonds. The only thing that she was certain of was that the noise was getting closer. The footsteps were not seemingly keeping to any of the myriad game paths that she and Jack had observed before. These seemed much more aggressive, plowing through brush and undergrowth without care. Desiree's ears perked up, her breath caught in her throat. An animalistic growl filled the space directly behind her spread legs, threatening her in her most vulnerable and exposed position. The creature behind her approached closer, sniffing the night breeze and taking in the scent of Jack and Desiree's earlier play and her current arousal. Desiree shivered slightly as she felt inhuman hands pawing at her, the razor-sharp claws lightly scratching her sides. As the shiver traveled the length of her body, it made its way up towards her throat, causing the tiny bell hanging from her collar to ring. The creature froze, apparently startled by the unexpected sound. Desiree felt the beast's hands once more on her, this time lightly shaking her. The bell on her collar pealed louder in the night, the creature losing with a powerful howl in response.

Snarling, the beast swept back to Desiree's rear, spreading her bound legs. Desiree could feel the warm breath emanating from the creature's muzzle, the fur brushing against her inner thighs. Her body jerked in surprise as its rough tongue found her quivering pussy, tasting her soft petals and then probing within her inner folds, tasting the quickly growing juices that Desiree's rebellious body was producing at an alarming rate. Deeper and deeper the creature's tongue reached, exploring the entire crevice, feasting on the feminine honey inside. Desiree's body spasmed in pleasure as the beast's actions drove her quickly to near orgasm, finally peaking, causing a fountain to wash through her mound and onto the hairy face of her accoster.

Unabated, the creature's tongue continued its assault on the heated and tender box of the bound woman, his actions seemingly encouraged by the orgasmic stream. Pulling his muzzle from her crotch, he gripped her hips ferociously, claws pressing into her flesh, threatening to pierce Desiree's milky skin and paint it red with blood. Seconds later, Desiree felt a massive shaft enter her, throbbing and hot. Screaming in shock as much as in pain, Desiree felt like she was being split in two, the enormous phallus the size of a man's forearm forcing its way into her tunnel. With growing alarm, Desiree realized that not only had the beast penetrated her, but his member was growing as it drove further within her. She felt the pain as the head of its cock slammed against her cervix, and blessed relief as the creature withdrew. That relief only lasted the briefest of moments, as the forward motion once again brought waves of pain mingled with pleasure to the frantic woman. Bucking against the ropes that held her, her struggles seemed to only encourage the beast, the powerful growls of the beast mixing with the continuous ringing of her collar bell, the primal sounds filling the lonely woods.

Suddenly, a sharp crack rang out overhead, as the powerful motions proved to be too much for the tree limb, snapping it from the tree. Desiree felt the entire body of the monstrous beast cover her, protecting her from the heavy limb, while sinewy arms embraced her and gave her relief from the ground below. Unabated, the creature, still locked inside Desiree's ravaged body, continued his pounding between the poor girl's legs. Desiree's bound breasts, swollen and incredibly sensitive from being roped for hours, took the brunt of the abuse. Every thrust, every motion, was pinioned on Desiree's aching orbs, her nipples screaming with each brush of the unforgiving forest floor. Desiree herself was beyond cries, the movements of her body completely unconscious, her mind escaping to a primordial world of sensation and animalistic reactions.

Finally giving in, Desiree went limp, surrendering to the powerful assault and giving in to the pleasure of the act itself. The creature stiffened, his already massive cock swelling beyond reason. His orgasm was enormous, a literal flood of hot semen exploding from him, filling the womb of the helpless woman and escaping from around its shaft. The beast didn't remove himself, remaining inside of Desiree as his cock mercifully abated. She felt the terrible weight of the creature as it lay supine across her body, the pressure causing her breasts to once again sing their song of agony. Finally, the monster rolled to the side, his energy apparently spent, nuzzling up to the still-bound and panting form beside him. His arm, the muscles like steely ropes, reached across the captive body of his conquest, pulling her into his chest in a loving manner, the warm fur comforting the girl and safeguarding her against the chill of the night air. Exhausted and broken from the assault on her mind and body, Desiree submitted to the welcoming comfort of the now snoring beast and once again gave in to slumber.

Waking with the crisp autumn sunrise, Desiree was relieved to find herself caught in the familiar embrace of her loving Jack. Her bonds were still tight, and every inch of her throbbed with a dull ache that spoke of the reality of being tied for too long. Her early morning motions brought about the now familiar twinkling of the bell on her collar, causing Jack to stir. "Good morning," Jack said, cupping Desiree's chin and pulling her towards him for a kiss, "I'll get you loose in a moment, I promise."

Just as Desiree had anticipated, her untying was accented with sharp pains as the ropes peeled away from her body, and her joints were finally able to stretch and bend freely. Jack, quickly getting dressed and stuffing the ropes into his fabric sack, chatted with Desiree as he did so, making certain that she was all right from the night before.

Still in a fog, Desiree nodded and grunted in response to every question. Throwing the sack over his shoulder, Jack bent down and picked up his love, carrying her to the waiting canoe. Gently settling her inside and covering her with his jacket, he looked at her, "I wasn't really sure how well you would be able to walk this morning."

Desiree smiled at him and nodded.

Jack continued, "The hot tub should be ready for you to take a long soak and relax a bit while I make some coffee. Then we'll get breakfast. You're still mine for the remainder of the weekend, and you're going to need your energy."

Desiree sighed contentedly and brushed her auburn locks from her eyes. "Yes, Sir," she replied, "but promise me one thing, please?"

"What is that, my love?" Jack asked.

"Promise me that we can do this again next full moon," Desiree answered.

Jack reached over and toyingly rang the small bell on her collar, the one that he had trained himself to respond to when he heard it in werewolf form. "As you wish."