The Crawl

"What the hell," she thought, "this is what you've have been wanting and dreaming about. Go ahead and finish it!"

She turned sideways on the edge of the rock and lowered herself carefully so that her legs were bent beneath her. She fumbled for the free end of the rope she had tied to her ankle ropes earlier and passed it over her wrist ropes then back down to her ankles. The rope was then passed underneath the ankle cinch loops and knotted tightly at her ankles. There was no turning back now! She let herself lean against the rock and slowly slid down the rest of the way to the ground.

Julie lay there on her side for a moment, feeling the beginnings of a truly awesome orgasm building inside her. Never had she come this close to tying herself up so securely. She was bound just as tightly and completely as any bondage magazine model. The ground underneath her was covered with dried pine needles, which created nice 'prickly' effect on that side of her body. She tried arching her back to see if she could reach the knot on her ankles. This only caused the crotch rope to tighten in front of her, pushing the first knot right up into her clit, and that was enough to put her over the edge. She spasmed, screaming into her gag as two back-to-back, earth-shattering orgasms swept through her body. She then had the impulse to roll over so her breasts would be meshed right into the pine needles. In doing so, the weight of her body pushed the vibrator even further into her vagina, and within seconds, she had her third orgasm. Julie was panting and sweating now, and the real struggle hadn't even started yet! She squirmed against her ropes and found that she could not get any slack in her arms at all. In fact, the coils seemed to tighten even more around her as she struggled.

"Girl, you definitely outdid yourself this time."

Julie relaxed for a moment, closed her eyes, and let herself drift off into her fantasy . . .

(Who was the shadowy dark figure that appeared from nowhere and knelt beside her? A man, clothed in black, facial features hidden beneath a concealing mask, had taken her in the middle of the night as she slept in her bed. Hands strong and callused. She was carried roughly over one shoulder from the trunk of his vehicle to some secret place in the mountains, secluded in the shadows where no one would find her. He then ripped off her frilly light nightie and prepared her for her captivity. Yards and yards of perfectly coiled rope were wrapped tightly around her nude body. He showed no mercy and she winced in pain as the coils were pulled tight against her flesh. She knew all pleading was impossible with the gag stuffed so deep in her mouth. The abductor was not interested in her complaints. As she lay there before him, contorted in a miserable heap, he laughed, a hideous sound against her rapid breathing. He was sure that no one knew where they were, her abduction planned and executed in absolute secrecy. He then left her alone in the woods, with promises of what he would do to her when he returned. She could feel the hot perspiration covering her forehead, neck and torso, and her heart pounding with adrenaline. She had only one chance of escape -- a knife he left sitting on a tree stump nearby. The distance seemed impossible to cover, bound the way she was, but she had to try . . .)

Julie began to sidle her way on the ground like she had done a hundred times before, eyes half open, she was now lost completely in her fantasy -- an abduction, ransom desperately hoped for, a madman who was slowly torturing her for the sheer thrill . . .

Suddenly, fear like a jolt of electricity snapped her mind back to reality.

"Oh my God," she thought. "Just HOW am I supposed to move in this thing!"

Julie started to panic. She really couldn't move! She struggled for at least ten minutes and managed to pivot her body in a half circle, but that was all! She never had this much trouble moving in a hogtie before, though she had never been bound up so tightly with her hands and her feet touching her butt at the same time either! She cursed herself and tried to work her hands free again. It was no use. Every coil of rope on her body was ungodly tight with no give at all. Her arms and legs were quite useless. It was like being trapped in a cocoon. Julie didn't have to imagine that she was a captive now, she really was one. She was alone in the mountains, imprisoned in this inescapable hogtie with very little hope of ever being rescued. She kept her eyes closed and attempted to regain her composure. She HAD to find a way reach that knife and cut herself loose.

Once, twice, three more times Julie rolled and twisted on the ground in a desperate attempt to gain her freedom back. She finally managed to generate some forward motion by lying on her stomach and rocking her body from side to side. But even with a great deal of effort, she was only able to move about two inches, while painfully grinding her breasts deeper into the thick carpet of pine needles. This was going to take a lot longer than two hours!

After about 20 minutes, she was really sweating. Salt from her own perspiration burned her eyes. Already, the tightness of her hogtie seemed to be having its effect, and the more she tried to crawl, the hotter she became.

"Well, I wanted discomfort, and now I've got it with a vengeance!"

Her soft muscles ached terribly from the strain, but she continued to inch her way forward. She then tried to roll back on her side to rest her body, and since the vibrator was still buzzing merrily away, she had yet another mind-bending orgasm. Julie threw her head back and whimpered softly into the gag. Every time she moved, it just simply excited her even more as the course rope fibers dug deeper and deeper into her flesh, then whenever she rested, the vibrator took over and BOOM! off she went again.

At least an hour had passed before she finally reached the edge of the grassy clearing. The front of her body was already chaffed and red. However, it was her poor breasts that still took the brunt of the abuse. She had tried several times to crawl on her side to alleviate the pressure, but it was impossible to move that way. She was forced to remain on her stomach, despite the fact that the ground was rubbing her tits raw. Still, that wasn't the worst of it. Julie could tell by the position of the sun that it was already noon, and there would be no shade to protect her once she cleared the trees. That left her with two options -- either lie and wait for the sun to burn off, which could take hours, or continue on in the mid-day heat. She stared at the knife blade gleaming at her from the tree stump. Mocking her. Julie desperately wanted to get herself free before nightfall, so she decided to take her chances and keep going.

Inch by inch, she made her way out to the clearing, then breathed a sigh of relief as the soft, wet grass cooled her burning flesh. Her nipples felt like pin cushions, but at least she was free of those pesky pine needles. Soon her nerves began to calm down and she realized that just the possibility of being caught out here in the open like this was really turning her on. That sensation of being so 'exposed' brought on another orgasm, which came very quickly, sending shudders throughout her body. For several minutes, she lay there motionless in the grass, trying to catch her breath through the gag. Her progress was agonizingly slow, but Julie told herself that if she just stuck to the plan and kept a clear head, she would be free before nightfall. She felt a stinging sensation in her left shoulder and realized it was a mosquito. Great! Her own sweat must have washed off the repellent.

"I have been at this for two hours," she thought, "my body aches like crazy, I've had seven orgasms, now I'm going to be eaten alive by these damn mosquitoes, and I still have a long way to go yet!"

Another hour passed, and two more orgasms, before she reached the middle of the clearing. The sun was really bearing down now. A sheen of sweat covered her whole body, making her tanned skin sparkle in the mid-day heat. Stifling strands of wet hair had fallen in front of her face. Her path to freedom was less than 10 yards away, but it may as well have been 10 miles. There was no question of giving up, though. That's what made it so hard.

"I could be home right now relaxing in the tub with a good book, but where am I instead? Trussed up and basting out here in the sun like a holiday turkey!"

Then seemingly out of thin air, she heard a buzzing noise in the distance. Her heart jumped. The sounds were faint, but unmistakable -- a motorcycle, maybe two, and they were getting louder. She craned her neck to the right to see if she could find the source of the noise.

"Damn it!" she tried to yell, but it sounded more like "Dmmpphh!" through the gag.

Two men were riding dirt bikes through the mud along the opposite treeline a short distance away. To her horror, she saw one of them turn in her direction. Luckily, there was a small bush just off to her left. Julie managed to gather enough strength to roll over on her side, unsure as to if the leaves would conceal her naked form or not. The next fifteen minutes were spent in a nerve-wracking state of tension. She lay there motionless as the wailing noises got louder, not daring to even look for fear that any movement now would only announce her presence. She began to wonder what it would be like if they DID see her and came to investigate. They would find a beautiful, young woman lying stark naked in the cool grass, bound, gagged, and all alone. They could do anything they wanted to her, for as long as they wanted, and she would be unable to resist them or even scream for help. The thought was terribly exciting while all the time she was aware of the vibrator still buzzing away between her thighs. She desperately wanted to touch her burning pussy, but with her hands secured behind her back as they were, it was impossible. She was forced to grab her ass cheeks and began humping against the knots in her crotch rope. If it were not for the gag, her screams of pure pleasure would surely have roused the attention of those men on their dirt bikes. Seconds later, she convulsed into another orgasm that was so intense it left her drained and weak. By that time, the men had turned their bikes, and to her relief (and some disappointment), they began zig-zagging their way back in the opposite direction.

"If only they knew what was laying over here in these weeds," she thought.

Julie kept a careful eye on the men, who now looked almost like ants in the distance. Their machines were still buzzing wildly even after she lost sight of them in the trees. Once again, she heaved and strained her way along at a snails pace, determined to get to that knife, though it seemed to take even more effort now. She was totally exhausted from her movements, and from countless orgasms that seemed to drain what was left of her strength. A short while later she actually fell asleep, dreaming of her predicament. She awoke some time later, totally unaware of how much time had passed since she slept. It must have been a while, because the vibrator had lost some of it's power, making a low, dull humming sound between her legs until it finally died completely. The sun was already moving behind the trees by the time she made it to the tree stump.

"Soon I'll be free and have my clothes back," she thought, relieved that the end was so near.

Her body was trembling now from hunger and thirst. Her back ached, her neck ached, her jaw ached terribly from the gag, and if that wasn't bad enough, those damned mosquitoes were starting to bite her again. Agonizingly, she wiggled herself around until her back was close to the stump. Lying on her side now, she arched backward as much as she possibly could to bring her quickly-numbing fingers within reach of the knife.

"Hummmpppfff," she breathed heavily into her gag as the rope around her crotch tightened again, driving the knots even deeper into both of her holes. She quickly felt around with her fingers until she located the knife handle, then rolled away from the stump.

Now, strength wouldn't help, only slow, deliberate patience. She decided to slice away at the rope that held her wrists and ankles together first, but soon found this to be more difficult than she thought. Her arms and legs had lost most of their circulation from being bound tightly for so long, and she had a tough time getting her fingers to work the knife. The rope was also behind her wrists, making it nearly impossible to apply enough pressure to make the cut at this angle -- especially in her weakened condition. She struggled with it for several minutes until her hands began to shake from exhaustion. The ropes around her ankles would have to be cut first, she thought. This would then allow her to slide the cinched loop out and release the first rope. Again, Julie arched her limber body backward as far as she possibly could, then reached for her ankles with the knife. Slowly, she began to saw away at the ropes.

Sweat was pouring into her eyes to mix with her tears of frustration. Her muffled groans emerged from behind the gag. She was close to getting free, but she was so weak, she could barely hang on to the knife, much less cut any of the ropes. Two attempts failed, the second after her right leg cramped up, and that left her wailing in pain as her muscles spasmed, pulling the rope out of her reach. Julie was forced to rest a few minutes while listening to the insects buzzing around her and occasionally getting bitten by one. She then clamped down as hard as she could on the wad of cloth in her mouth, and forced her legs back to within reach of the knife. Trembling with the effort, she continued to work the blade slowly back and forth until the top rope was finally cut and the rest of the coils released. The rope that hobbled her wrists and ankles slid out easily, allowing her to extend her legs for the first time in hours. She rolled on her back, straining to ease the cramping in her calf. Her body shook with the tension, but after a moment or two, the pain faded into a sort of dull ache. Julie had to rest again before she could work up the strength to cut her wrist ropes, and it took some time to release her elbows, but once that was done, she was finally set free. She carefully removed the vibrator, then the gag, and undid the rest of the coils, leaving a huge pile of rope on the ground.

Crawling toward the bush, she quickly reached for the large 8" vibrator and lay down in a small patch of tall grass. She stretched her legs outward as far as she could with her toes pointed. Never before, had Julie felt so aroused, even when she was all tied up. She turned the vibrator on, then for the next 15 or so minutes, she lay there writhing in the grass, arching her back and grinding her ass into the damp earth in a frenzy of total abandon. Anyone hiking along the trail nearby could have easily seen her, but Julie didn't care. She was blissfully unaware of her surroundings, her mind focused entirely inward now. She imagined giving herself to an unseen lover, a spirit of the forest, and thrilled to the feel of his imaginary cock sliding past the lips of her willing pussy. Holding the vibrator with one hand, she ran her fingers over her clit again and again. She was gasping now with the pleasure of her touch. Her moans drifted into the trees. She thought of being fucked again and again by the stranger. She didn't care who it was or what he looked like, as long as he had a hard, thick cock and swollen balls ready to spew hot cum into her hungry womb. Then with a guttural groan of exquisite pleasure, her body exploded. Her hips thrust upward again and again as waves of ecstasy flowed from her pussy and radiated outward all over her body.

Julie could have lay there in the grass for hours after that final climax, but it was getting dark and she still had a long hike back to her jeep. She planted her right foot beneath her and staggered upright, allowing herself a few more seconds to get her balance. Looking down at herself, she could see the rope marks still criss-crossing her body. She also had quite a few scratches and a bruise here and there, but to her relief, there appeared to be no permanent damage.

She pulled one large bottle of water out of her backpack and drank it down eagerly. She then threw her clothes on, gathered her gear and headed back to the jeep. An hour after she got home, Julie was reclining in a hot bath, relaxing as the warm water soothed her aching muscles, feeling very lucky to have survived her first REAL bondage experience.

End ;-)