The Hawk's Nest

Bob raised the crop in front of her face. Ellen stared at it and then gave a slight nod, indicating she wanted to continue their game. Bob suddenly brought the crop across her rear, this time leaving a red line crossing both cheeks. Ellen cried out but immediately arched her ass back out for another stroke. Bob delivered this one slightly below the first with a similar result. Twice more he added horizontal stripes and then a hard diagonal from the top of her left buttock to the bottom of the right, just above the crease where her thigh began. This one must have really stung because Ellen screamed at the stroke. Bob waited a couple of seconds, but there was no safeword so he raised the crop and this time brought it down in a horizontal line across the tops of both of her breasts. Ellen screamed again and jerked and strained against her bound wrists. A second stroke added a line to the bottom of both globes. Finally Bob added a third, letting the soft leather loop at the end of the crop snap directly against her right nipple while the flexible, leather encased shaft stung her left.

When Ellen's cry died he asked, "Well, Lady Ellen, have you learned humility? Are you ready to accede to my wishes and call me Lord?"

Ellen tried to control her breathing. "Never! I am a high born lady. You may be able to beat me, but you can not make me want you." She almost added "you Cad," but decided she couldn't do that with a straight face.

Bob gave her his best arrogant smile. "We will see, My Lady. We will see." He placed the crop on the table. Then he removed his own shirt and boots and moved up in front of her. His hands glided over her taut breasts, fanning across her straining nipples, and brought another moan. Pulling her tightly against his chest he kissed her deeply again and then stepped back leaving her twisting in frustration.

He went back over to his pack and dug out some other items. When he turned back towards Ellen and she could see what he had in his hand, she froze, staring intently. Bob was carrying a cat of nine tails. At least that's what Ellen thought it looked like. It had a smooth and polished wood handle, about a foot long and a number of leather lashes - she guessed it would be nine - each about thirty inches in length. The lashes came together and were attached firmly to the end of the handle. Bob approached and pulled the whip so the leather tails trailed across her sensitive nipples and the smooth skin of her breasts. He continued to move it, dragging the lashes over her bare shoulders, across her back, and then down across her taut ass. The leather felt soft, but heavy enough Ellen expected it would really sting.

Her breathing had speeded up and become shallow once again when she noticed the other items Bob held in his other hand: two spring clothes pins. She guessed their purpose just as Bob let the first one close on her left nipple. The sudden pain seemed to go directly to her crotch and as he placed the mate on her right nipple the new pain only increased her excitement. Then Bob stood back and a second later the lashes of the cat landed in a series of hot lines across her bare ass.

Bob continued to whip her. He increased the strength of the strokes until Ellen was crying out loudly at each, but still arching her rear for the next. Then he began to move the target. The lashes fell on her thighs, her exposed flanks, her stomach. He let some slightly lighter strokes strike her pinned tits and even placed a few directly onto her pussy. Ellen had shaved pubes, so no hair cushioned the blows and the stinging strikes produced incredible effects. One lash bisected her pussy and snapped directly against her clit. Ellen screamed and began to contort in orgasm as Bob switched targets again and continued to severely beat her already red ass.

As Ellen began to come down slightly Bob said, "Now, Lady Ellen, Now I'll have you."

"Yes! Yes, Lord Robert. Fuck me, My Lord. Fuck me hard."

Bob released the rope holding the young woman's arms over her head. He removed the pins from her nipples, bringing gasps as the blood returned, and then pulled her into a tight embrace. Then he picked her up and carried her over to one of the beds. Laying her down on her back he moved her still bound hands above her head. Using a short piece of rope he bound them to the bedframe. Then he stood and released the waist of his own shorts. As he pulled them off Ellen saw that his cock was sticking straight out as long and hard as she had ever seen it. She licked her lips and her hips gave an involuntary twitch in anticipation. Bob moved onto the bed.

Kneeling between her legs, he bent forward and sucked hard on her left nipple. Ellen arched her back and gave a small cry. He repeated with her right nipple with similar results. For another minute he licked and sucked at her swollen nipples and then moved his tongue downwards. He licked across her taut stomach and swirled it around her belly button and then trailed it down to her hot and wet slit. Ellen strained against the rope and arched her hips trying to get his tongue in deeper as Bob flicked it across her hard nub and in and out of her dripping slit. Finally he moved above her and brought his cock to her damp entrance. He pushed against her and she was so wet he slid right inside.

For several minutes Bob fucked her in hard, fast strokes as Ellen came twice more. Finally he could hold back no more and exploded, sending spurt after spurt into her convulsing body.

They lay tangled together, their breathing slowly returning to normal. At last Ellen said, "Well, My Lord, do you feel that I am now sufficiently chastised?"

"I have hardly started Lady Ellen. By tomorrow you may be sufficiently punished for your behavior, but not yet by any means. And remember I told you I would have all of your virginities."

Ellen shivered in delightful anticipation. Then she lowered her eyes and in a small voice said, "As you will, My Lord. But does my punishment including starving?"

"Oh, I intend to find something for you to eat, My Lady. But I assume you are speaking of food." Then Bob broke the role and said, "I guess it is getting to be time for dinner." He kissed Ellen again and then unfastened her wrists and removed the cuffs.

They stood and she put her arms around his neck. She gave him a long kiss, moved her tongue up towards his ear, and whispered, "That was really hot. I'm looking forward to the rest of it."

When they broke the embrace Bob picked up his cutoffs but didn't bother with shirt or underwear. He reached into the pack and pulled out a pair of light camp shoes. Ellen was pulling on her own cutoffs and camp shoes when Bob unbarred the door and opened once more. He stepped outside, but came right back and went to blow out the candles. "It's still quite warm out there. I don't think I want a shirt on now."

A mischievous look came over Ellen's face. "Maybe I'll just skip one, too."

Bob looked over at her and grinned. "I'd like that." Then he added in a tone implying a dare, "That is, if you have the nerve."

Ellen's eyes flashed and she tossed the shirt she was holding over the back of a chair and followed him outside.

The couple had brought steaks and soon they had a small fire going between two rocks. When it had produced a bed of coals, Bob added a small backpacking grill between the rocks and Ellen placed the meat on the stainless bars. Since they were only coming overnight weight wasn't a real problem and they had brought a bag of salad and some hard rolls to make a meal.

While the food was cooking Bob enjoyed the view - of the landscape, but more so of Ellen, still bare from the waist up. The air was warm but either it was cool enough or her thoughts were hot enough to keep her nipples hard and protruding. Bob took several opportunities to brush over them with his palms or to cup her breasts from behind. They spread a ground cloth and ate sitting side by side. When they had finished and burned any garbage Bob remarked, "Another advantage of the tower is that we don't have to hang the food. If the Indians or King George's men couldn't get inside, neither could a black bear."

By the time they had cleaned everything up, the sun was going down and they sat, Ellen on Bob's lap, watching the evening shadows engulf the countryside. When at last they stood. Bob suggested that they make a trip to the "bathroom" and they headed over to the edge of the trees before returning to the tower.

Ellen lit the candles again as Bob once more barred the door. "Well, My Lady," Bob said, returning to their game, "I think it is time that that pretty mouth of yours tasted dessert."

Ellen put on a horror stricken look and pleaded, "No, My Lord, not that."

"Yes, My Lady. I see you still have not learned sufficient respect for your lord."

He reached for her wrists and soon had the leather cuffs back in place and joined together. He stuffed several things in a cloth bag and took out a small, wind proof candle lantern. He pulled her to her feet and said, "You are overdressed, Lady Ellen. I prefer your natural charms." As she pretended to draw back he quickly "forced" the removal of her shorts and shoes, leaving her once more completely naked.

He kicked off his own shoes and the two of them felt the cool stone beneath their bare feet as he took her arm and moved her up the stairs to the roof. As they emerged onto the roof, Bob looked around. When they had been up here earlier he had seen a bench, made from a split and smoothed log and four short pole legs, which someone had dragged all the way to the roof, supposedly for sitting on and watching the view. Now he had a different use in mind.

He moved it to the center of the open roof and brought Ellen over to sit on one end, her legs astride the bench. She was facing the end and he helped her to lie back on the smoothed surface. Using some short pieces of soft rope from his bag he bound her ankles on either side of the bench, leaving her open and exposed. Then he released her hands from each other and refastened them to the other end of the bench on either side. Now, Ellen was lying on her back, legs open, her pussy fully exposed, and her bound wrists stretching her body taut. She was already aroused, her nipples sticking out in hardened points and her pussy soaking.

Bob stepped out of his shorts, his hard cock springing free, and approached the bound girl. It had grown dark but a nearly full moon now spread a silvery light over everything. It reflected from Ellen's pale hair and light skin, making her almost seem to glow. In fact it was so light that Bob blew out the candle they had used to light their way up. Bob stood over her looking down. "Now, Lady Ellen, I will introduce you to oral pleasures."

Ellen turned her head back and forth and strained against her bonds in mock fear. "No, No, My Lord. I don't want that."

"It's time you learned it makes no difference what you want, Lady Ellen. What I want is what is important." He knelt at the end of the bench between her knees and brought his mouth to her dripping pussy. Ellen sucked in her breath as his tongue slid, almost too lightly to feel, across her shaven mound. Bob continued his exploration, licking everywhere, sometimes plunging his tongue inside Ellen's slit, sometime sucking and pulling at her clit with his lips. He let his finger reach upwards and roll her hard nipples, adding to her excitement.

For almost a half hour Bob continued to drive Ellen up the walls with his attentions. By the time she had come four times and seemed to be wearing down, Bob had become too aroused to continue anyway. He rose and moved around to Ellen's head. "Now it is your turn, Lady," he said.

Despite her real wishes Ellen tried to keep up their game. She twisted her head back and forth. "No. I will not."

Bob desperately wanted to come, but brought himself under control. At last he moved to get something from the bag of toys and, returning to stand with his legs on either side of her head, said, "You will, My Lady. You will. It only remains to see how much you will hurt first."

He held up the object he had retrieved for Ellen to see in the moonlight. Ellen stared wide eyed at the cat she had felt earlier and licked her lips. Bob raised it and brought the tails down on the inside of her right thigh with a slap. Ellen shuddered, but didn't cry out. Bob began to whip her. He struck the insides of both thighs. He lashed her stomach and breasts, letting the tails bite her engorged nipples. He wrapped the strokes around her hips to sting the sides of her ass.

Ellen was reacting to the whipping, sometimes crying out and always becoming more excited. At last Bob targeted her open slit and brought the tails directly down on the exposed area, bringing a cry and starting Ellen into another orgasm. He moved so his cock was over her mouth and ordered, "Now, Lady. Take my manhood and enjoy it. And do not spill a drop."

Ellen opened her mouth and her tongue shot out to begin licking his hard shaft, teasing the small hole with its tip. Soon she was sucking his member into her mouth, lathing the shaft and head with her tongue as Bob came nearer and near to climax. Several times he used the whip to urge her on and she responded with enthusiasm. When Bob finally exploded, shooting spurt after spurt down her throat, Ellen sucked and succeeded in getting it all.

When they calmed, Bob released her from the bench and she gave him a tight hug and a "full body kiss." "That was wonderful, Lord Robert," she said.

"It is, isn't it, My Lady? Nectar of the gods and goddesses. Now I think you should rest some. There is still much night and I still have one of your defenses to breech." He took her hand and led her back down the stairs to the second level room. "I think we will stay here tonight," he said. Wait and I'll be right back."

Bob descended the steps and returned in a minute with the sleeping bags. Instead of zipping them together he spread one of them on one of the beds after wiping the dust off of the plastic covered pad. He checked that Ellen's wrist cuffs were not too tight then had her lie face down on the bag. He used a couple of short pieces of rope to tie her cuffs to the corners of the bed, not too tightly, but enough to hold her arms spread. Then he used some soft rope to loosely fasten her ankles about two feet apart to the foot. He blew out the candle and climbed on the bed beside her, pulling the second bag over them both.

By now it was after eleven and both of the young people were tired from the hike and their strenuous sexual activities, so it wasn't really surprising when both fell quickly asleep, Bob's open hand resting on Ellen's ass cheek.

Sometime later Bob awoke. It was still night and moonlight was now pouring almost directly through the western window. Bob awoke aroused and immediately noticed his cock was hard and erect. He let his hand slide over Ellen's ass and the girl moaned softly before coming awake. Ellen evidently awoke aroused also. As she became aware of Bob's hand grazing her sensitive skin she immediately began to squirm. For several minutes he continued to stroke her, letting his fingers trail up and down her slit, bringing dampness and increased squirming. Ellen was becoming more and more aroused. Finally she said, "Please, Lord Robert, take me."

Bob was amazed how she could come awake from a sound sleep and go immediately back into their game. But he certainly didn't object. "Just what do you mean, My Lady?" he asked.

Ellen was getting hot. "Fuck me. Fuck me, Lord Robert. Hard and deep."

"Such language for a 'high born lady'. But, yes, I will take you. You remember I still have one more virginity to remove."

Despite her arousal Ellen played her role. "No! I will not have that. Leave me that, Lord Robert."

"I will not. I said I would have them all and I will. And you will beg for it" With that he stood and pulled off the top sleeping bag. He rolled the bag and stuffed it under her hips and then busied himself in tightening her bonds until Ellen was stretched taut, spread eagled, her ass raised and inviting.

All the time she was taunting him. "Never! I will never beg you. There is no way you can make me, no matter what you do."

Bob stood back and looked at the lovely young woman, tightly tied in the pale moonlight. He picked up the cat and slowly dragged the leather lashes from her shoulders, down her back, over her tight ass, and on down the insides of her legs. Several times he repeated this and soon Ellen was straining against her bonds and breathing in short gasps. He laid the cat aside and began to let his hand slide over the tight mounds of her bare ass. Suddenly his hand moved away, but came back a second later, cool and slippery with vaseline. He touched her anus and began to spread the slick substance around and around. His finger pressed against her tight opening and slipped inside, spreading the grease as it went. He twisted it around and around as he moved it in and out, lubricating her anus and raising her to new heights of excitement. Then Ellen suddenly felt something press against her swollen virginal lips as one of their small vibrators made its way into her wet tunnel. Bob touched the switch and the vibrations drove her nearly beyond reason.

Then he suddenly stepped back and a second later the leather tails struck her rear with a force greater than any of the earlier whipping. Ellen screamed as the whip descended once again. By the time Bob had delivered six strokes she was starting to come and cried out, "Yes! Yes, Lord Robert. Fuck my ass. Please fuck my ass."

Bob dropped the whip and a second later he was on the bed behind her, his slickened member pressing against her anus as she tried to push back to meet him. He kept up a steady pressure and quickly slid inside. Ellen was so excited, her ring of muscle so ready, that he was able to sink to his full depth in a single slow thrust. Bob held himself there for a few seconds as Ellen continued to shudder in the throws of orgasm and then started to move out and back in. The excited woman went from one climax almost directly into another and then another before Bob tensed and began to shoot his load into her bowels.

He remained inside her rear while he softened and their breathing returned more towards normal. Bob reached under her and switched off the vibrator before letting it slide out. When at last he pulled his softened cock from her rear Ellen let out a sign and said, "I am yours, Lord Robert, to use whenever and however you want."

Bob began to loosen her bonds and removed the rolled sleeping bag. He left her loosely tethered to the bed and, pulling the bag up over them, snuggled next to her and replied, "And I am yours, Lady Ellen." Within two minutes both had fallen back asleep.

When next they awoke it was full morning, the sun shining through the eastern window. Bob released Ellen from the cuffs and ties and the couple headed back down the stairs to the lower room. "I think I need to make a trip to the big green and brown bathroom," Ellen said, indicating the line of trees outside.

"Me, too," Bob answered, removing the bar and opening the door.

Their camp shoes were next to the door but Bob realized he had left both their shorts in the room above. He said as much and started towards the stairs when Ellen said, "Don't bother." Bob looked at her and she grinned at him. "Come on, Lover, what's a little walk naked?" Bob grinned back and put his arm around her waist and the couple made their way over to the trees.

They came back and fixed breakfast without bothering to get dressed and a while later made love in the sunshine on the ground cloth. They spent most of the morning lying naked in the sun, sometimes necking, sometimes just casually feeling each other.