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The Ad: Chapter 3. Part 2/3 C/W dino. April 2000
Being a Tuesday, and the end of summer, traffic through cottage
country was non-existent. The Jeep handled well since I'd packed extra
light. Camping in a campground was a whole lot different than camping
out in the wilderness. Having to lug a bunch of crap along a winding
forest trail becomes less fun the farther you go. Also, on the way
out, I doubted that Sam would be in any condition to offer much help.
At least not if we stuck to the original plan. The biggest and most
heavy item, apart from the canoe, was a plastic tote box with the food
and cooking stuff, and it would be mostly empty on the way back.
We'd started out late in the morning, after a hearty breakfast. It was
a five hour drive to the north side of the park and the entry point
I'd chosen. I planned to spend the night in a motel nearby so we'd
have a full day to make a good start on the trip. I'd gone over the
map of the park with Sam and, although I'd never been to this area
before, we picked a fairly short route that ended up as a dead end in
a small lake. A long portage along the way and the isolation of the
area, well off the main canoe routes, would hopefully give us the
privacy that we were seeking.
We stopped along the way for lunch, stopped again at a couple of
souvenir and craft stores. Sam found a thick, blue cotton, long dress
that had a bib type front and a strap that went around her neck. With
a tube top underneath it would be perfect for her to wear, and I
bought it for her. We hadn't packed much clothing and with the way Sam
would be chained her choices were further limited. Blankets and warm
clothing would be a necessity, I was sure. Rain wear, hiking boots,
just the basics I had said. The less we had to carry, the better.
With that last cold snap the trees had started turning colours and the
hills along the way looked gorgeous. It was as if a giant had sloshed
buckets of yellow, green, and red paint over the forest. The farther
north we drove the more pronounced the colours were, vibrant golds and
reds, beautiful in the sunlight. Around six, or so, we made the town
we were looking for and stopped at a motel for the night. Across the
street was a diner where we had our supper, then we took a stroll
through the sleepy little town. People nodded to us as we passed, even
stopped to talk with us at times.
"It's so nice here," Sam said to me, "so peacefull."
We'd crossed a bridge and had walked down to the marina to look at the
boats there.
"Folks are a lot more open in towns like this." I said. "People are
more trusting, even of strangers passing through. They don't get the
crime here that we do, or at least it's not an everyday occurrence, not
always in your face like it is in the big city."
Sam said, "It would be nice if we could live someplace like this.
Maybe a little cabin up in the hills, or a small farm."
We? Hmmm.
"Hmmm," I said, "A big cabin would be nice. Things are a lot less
expensive up here, property and houses, that is. Some things cost
more. It is nice though."
The park office was in the general store, which was closed. A few
doors down was a bar though, and the good old sounds of rock and roll
could be heard from inside. The joint had a big crowd for a Tuesday
night and the band, local boys, no doubt farm hands from around the
area, belted out the tunes and sounded really good. We stayed for
three sets as the crowds swelled and Sam and I got drunker, unusual
for me since I'm not that big a drinker. But the beer was fresh and
good, the atmosphere of the bar homey and relaxed, and the start of
our trip seemed to require celebrating.
It was near to ten thirty before we left the bar to stagger up the
hill to our motel room. We collapsed on the bed in a fit of giggles
and I held Samantha close, cuddling and kissing her as the room spun
around me. We stripped and got under the covers, explored each other's
bodies for a while, until I ended up passing out.
Next morning I woke, a bit hung over, but eager to make a start on the
day. After a big breakfast at the diner we took our last hot showers
for a while, then we left the motel and I drove down the hill to the
park office to check in. The park ranger eyed us both skeptically for
a moment, Sam especially, noting her radiant beauty and how out of
place she'd appear in the wilds. But then he seemed to notice my truck
parked out front with the canoe expertly lashed to the rack on top,
and I guess he figured us city slickers would be O.K.
Access to the wilderness area of the park is controlled as to numbers
of people per day, routes that you can take, and most importantly,
where you can set up camp. There's lots of cleared sites along the
routes of lakes and rivers for canoeists to make camp, and primitive
toilet facilities are also provided. There's rules as to what one can
bring into the park like no cans or bottles, just re-usable plastic
containers, bags and packages only. All garbage that you couldn't burn
had to be packed out. To show the ranger I knew what I was doing I
pulled out my map of the park, with all the info printed on the back,
and traced our planned route for him. I also had a photocopy of the
part I'd need, less to carry than the big map of the whole park.
"Not many people go to that lake." He said as I pointed out our
destination. "It's a shame too, that's one of the prettiest spots."
"I'd planned on staying for four, maybe six days there." I told him.
"So long as the weather holds."
"This island," he pointed it out, "has two sites. pick the east end,
it's a little rocky, but nice and sunny."
I said I'd like to pay up for eight nights but we'd maybe stay a
couple days longer, if it didn't get too cold or rainy.
"Well sure, pay for the eight now, and if you stay a few days longer,
don't worry about it. Just check in when you leave so we know you're
all right. Not many folks in the interior right now. Had a group of
six go in last weekend, heading south, to the highway. No one through
here yesterday. Should be nice and peaceful for you two."
The camping fee wasn't much, a little more than I'd paid for one night
at the motel. I had a look at the map on the office wall, a newer
version than the one I had, but the rivers and lakes hadn't changed.
The long portage was still just as long, nearly a mile and a half in
length. The park ranger wished us well when we left and I drove out of
town and along the gravel park access road.
After less than an hour the road ended at the shore of a big lake.
There was a parking area with a couple other vehicles standing there,
otherwise the place was deserted. I parked close to the water, then we
started to unload the truck. We got the boat in the water and all the
stuff in it, then I turned to Sam.
She was wearing a flannel shirt, one of mine actually, and a long
skirt. I had her put on the outfit we'd picked up along the way, with
a stretchy tube top underneath. I had her leave one long skirt in the
truck, since she'd brought two.
"Ready?" I asked her.
I put the chains on her wrists and her ankles, snugging up the quick
links firmly with a wrench and using a screwdriver through the link to
lever the wrench against. I gave each link a final reef, making doubly
sure everything was even, not twisted in any way, and fixed onto her
for the duration. As a concession to prudence and safety I'd stashed a
hacksaw blade inside one of the tent poles, just in case of some
emergency, so I could cut through the mild steel of the quick links if
I had to. But I wasn't going to tell Samantha that until after the
trip, perhaps. For all she knew, the chains were on her to stay.
I had one box of "things we might not take". In it was bug spray.
There were no bugs, the chilly weather of last week had reduced the
numbers of annoying insects considerably. My small axe. I'd like to
take it, but I had a little folding saw for cutting up firewood. The
battery radio.
I asked Sam, "If we leave the radio we'll be totally cut off from the
rest of the world. That might be a good thing, but it can get pretty
boring in the evenings."
"Leave it." she said.
I thought for a moment. "No, we'll take it. It'll be nice to know what
the weather is going to do, at least."
Chairs were out, but we had pads to kneel on in the boat, to sit on
around the fire, and to sleep on. I left the wrench in the truck,
under her seat, and I also left one ring of keys for the locks there
too. The second set of keys, the ones I'd stash in the woods
someplace, I took with us. I had her go get in the boat while I moved
the truck to a shady spot away from the water. Then I walked to the
canoe, pushed it out and climbed in. We were off.
The loose chain between Sam's wrists was just an inch longer than that
of the bracelets she had, but it allowed her to get a slightly better
grip on her paddle. I told her to take it easy paddling across the big
lake since we had nothing but time now and I didn't want us to get too
tired too soon.
"We've got a long ways to go." I said. We'll have to make camp once,
probably twice before we get to the lake."
We started seeing campsites along the shore, but no people there.
Later on, on the other side of the lake, we spotted two canoes going
in the direction we'd come from. People returning to their car where
we parked, probably. We left the lake to follow a wide river, then
came to the first portage, a short one around a rocky set of rapids.
Getting out of the boat, we dried off our feet, then put on hiking
boots. Sam tucked the tops of her thick socks underneath the chains,
then put her boots on. Although she could only take short steps, the
tops of the boots supported the chain around her ankles and the smooth
links slid easily over her cotton socks, so walking wasn't really much
of a problem for her. Leaving a few things in the boat we carried it
upright along the trail and to the top of the rapids. Sam carried the
back of the boat, since with her hands chained in front of her it was
easier that way.
"Can you make another trip?" I asked her, when we got to the other end
of the portage. "Are you all right?"
"Sure," she said, "Let's go."
Sam hobbled down the hill while I followed behind, watching her ass
twitch back and forth with her hair swishing across it as she walked,
her chains tinkling gaily in the quiet forest. We made another trip
carrying stuff up to the boat, then I let Sam rest while I went back
for the last few things. We lightened the load a bit by eating a
couple peaches before we set out again.
The river petered out in a marshy swamp and we made another trek along
a trail alongside. This portage, although longer, was flat and open
alongside the swampy part, fairly easy going. Back in the water we
paddled for a while, then stopped for lunch. I had sandwiches already
made and we ate them, then pressed on.
"How you doing?" I called to her in the front of the boat as we took a
break and floated for a while.
"Great." she said. "It's really beautiful out here."
"Are you O.K.?" I asked again.
"Sure," she answered, "I'm fine. Getting a bit tired though, will we
be stopping soon?"
In keeping with the wilderness adventure theme, I'd brought along no
watch. It looked to be around four, and I told her we'd stop in about
another hour or so. We came upon a nice little island in the middle of
a lake with one campsite on it, and I called a halt. Pulling the boat
onto shore we surveyed our home for the night.
After unloading the canoe we set up my small, two person tent, then I
went to the mainland for firewood, since there wasn't much dead wood
left on the island. It didn't take long for me to return with a boat
load and I made a fire while Sam started preparing dinner. I baked
some potatoes in the fire and we heated up a portion of the frozen
beef stew. We had fresh bread and half of a carton of some kind of
wine with the meal, instant coffee and apple pie for dessert.
"Wow." Sam said, after we'd eaten. "Was that ever good."
"Keep the memory fresh in your mind," I said, "by the end of the trip
we'll be eating grubs and berries."
We cleaned up from supper and I threw a rope over a tree branch to
hoist the box of food up high, away from any animals that might happen
by. All it takes is one stinking racoon to root through your food with
his shitty little paws to ruin a nice trip. We stripped down and took
a quick wash in the cool lake water. It was starting to get chilly and
Sam put her poncho on to cover her bare arms. I put on a thicker shirt
and we sat around the fire for a while.
It got dark rather quickly, and the air got colder too. Sam moved
nearer to me, snuggling close. After a while I got up to put some more
wood on the fire and I lit a candle, placing it near the tent. I
didn't bring my gas lantern, too much trouble, but a large candle
gives off enough light and could also afford a bit of heat inside the
tent if needed. I found the flashlight and the radio, then returned to
Samantha and cuddled up to her. Reaching under her poncho I felt
around her hands and the chain, then my fingers strayed up higher to
her breasts, bare under the covering, the nipples hard and a little
cool to the touch. Her feet were bare too, drawn up under the long
skirt she was wearing.
"You're not too cold?" I asked her.
"Not really." she said. "How far do you think we came today?"
"A little under half way. We'll hit the long hike before noon tomorrow,
it's just along a river at the end of this lake."
"It's so quiet." she said. "Is there anyone else on this lake?"
"Just us, I guess. I didn't see any other lights around."
Sam looked at me with a sly grin. "So you won't have to gag me
tonight."
"No, I suppose not." I said, chuckling.
We both only had one pair of hiking boots each because by mid week I
expected that Sam would have little use for shoes. Less to carry too.
We got up to walk barefoot down to the water's edge and Sam held up
her skirt to step out into the water. It was fully dark now with no
moon to wash the sky with light and, looking north, we could see the
northern lights, faint rippling ribbons of light dancing amongst the
stars.
"Oh my God," Samantha whispered to me, "I've seen that on T.V., but
never for real. It's so beautiful."
"You've got to go much farther north," I quietly said, "to get the
full effect. The colours would be a lot brighter and it would seem to
fill the entire sky around you."
The light show above was reflected in the inky blackness of the lake
at our feet. I held Sam's hand as the cold of the water froze our
toes. Later on, we returned to the warmth of the fire and I made us
some cups of hot chocolate and found some cookies to go with it. I
hoisted the food container back up into the trees and we listened to
the radio for a while, pulling in far away stations on the A.M. dial
with no interference from electrical gadgets for miles around.
After putting everything away we soaked up heat from the fire before I
doused it and we went to bed. Inside the tent we eagerly stripped off
our clothes and slid into the chilly sleeping bag, arranging blankets
over it and zipping it up. Sam's chains were ice cold against my skin,
but we warmed up quickly. Sam lay on top of me at first, until it got
warmer, then she slid down under the covers, her wrist chain slipping
down my chest, until I felt her hot breath against my cock. She
started to gently lick me around the head, teasing me for a while,
before she took the length of it into her mouth and slipped it down
deep into her throat.
I wanted to touch her, so after a few moments I raised the covers and
called down for her to turn around. She was awkward in shifting around
inside the sleeping bag, but she managed, and I slid down a little as
she brought her feet up around my ears. Her ankle chain was strangling
me now, so we fumbled around a bit more until the chain was under my
head, her pussy was pressed against my mouth, and my cock was once
more lodged down her throat.
I pushed my nose through her slit, letting her labia rings rest on
either side of my nose, and I flicked my tongue back and forth across
her clit. Sam moaned with pleasure, intensifying her efforts to
swallow me whole. I sucked her lips into my mouth and played with her
rings with my tongue, hearing the metal clinking against my teeth,
then I pushed my tongue deep up inside her, rolling it around in her
warmth and wetness. I was soon reaching for a towel to mop up her
slickness that was running down my chin and threatening to make a
swamp of our bed.
I unzipped the bag so Sam could turn around more easily and I had her
lay down on her back, spreading the towel under her bum to soak up any
ensuing messes. I lay down on top of her, pushing my feet under her
ankle chain so she could bring her legs up over my back. She was
undeterred by my pussy juice soaked face and she kissed me
passionately, pushing her tongue into my mouth even as I pushed my
throbbing cock into her slippery wet pussy. I started banging into
her, trying to keep most of my weight off her, since the pads under
our bedding didn't offer a lot of cushioning. Sam pressed her heels
onto my back and her chain was hanging down in the crack of my ass,
tickling me there as I pumped into her.
Samantha's cries of passion were loud, carrying far, I was sure,
across the water in the still night air. Perhaps even to other lakes,
I thought, trying to distract myself from cumming too quickly while
riding out the massive orgasm which held her in it's grip. People
sitting up, around their fires, hearing the sounds of some tortured
beast far off in the woods. The idea made me grin. Sam's hands were on
my face and I hooked her chain with my thumb to drag it down and under
her head, bringing her hands down around her face. I bent to kiss her
as I started thrusting into her again. Sam's feet had slipped down to
my ass, her heels driving me on, the chains around her ankles grinding
into me. The loose chain between her feet was swinging around and, at
times, slapping against my balls. I felt only pleasure, however.
Her feet moved a bit lower and the chain began hitting my cock on each
upstroke. That was when I lost it. My weight fell onto Sam as I
blasted a jet of blazing hot cum into her. Her feet twitched, sending
the chain swinging and stroking my crotch again, and another shot of
cum burst forth. Her lusty moan loud in my ear, I shot another couple
jets of jism into her, then collapsed on top of her, my panting breath
hot and heavy against the side of her head.
Sam lifted her head up to slip her wrist chain from underneath, then
brought her hands up over my head to caress my back, with her chain
sliding smoothly across my skin. I rolled off her a little so she
wasn't crushed, and we held each other as my cock softened inside of
her.
Later on we went naked outside to take a piss and then go to the lake
and wash up a bit. The water was cool, although not unbearably so, but
we were quick about it, drying off and slipping back into the still
warm sleeping bag. Holding my lovely Samantha in my arms again, I was
soon fast asleep.
Morning brought cloudy skies, but slightly warmer weather and together
we fixed a big breakfast of fried eggs and ham slices which I grilled
over the fire. I even managed to make passable toast on the grill. By
the time we'd finished eating the sun was out again. Sam changed into
a long skirt with her lighter poncho and nothing underneath, I wore
shorts and a flannel shirt. We broke camp and hit the water.
After paddling across the lake we found the wide river leading to the
long portage. Sam's clothing covered her chains well enough, and it
was a good thing too, since along the way we passed a couple of other
boats, stopping in the middle of the river to chat for a few minutes
with an older couple. They looked like they'd been in the park for a
while since the man had a good two weeks growth of stubble on his
face.
We ran into a couple more people along the portage too. Sam had to
stop walking when they came near so her ankle chain wouldn't rattle
and cause suspicion, but we just set whatever we were carrying down,
making it look like we'd just decided to take a little rest. The first
part of the hike was part of a main route and at about half way the
trail branched to go south, or east to the lake we'd chosen to visit.
The branch was marked clearly as to where the main path led and also
that the other route ended at our lake. Mostly, people going somewhere
and travelling through the park, would stick to the main route, not as
interested in taking a path that didn't seem to lead on to anywhere.
At least that's what I was counting on.
The main part of the path was well travelled and relativity an easy
hike, but where it branched, it continued as a more narrow trail
winding through dense forest, and uphill to boot. To say it was
daunting would be an understatement. We'd started with the canoe,
carrying it upright with the paddles, lifejackets and sleeping pads in
it. On the less used trail it became impossible to negotiate with it
like that and I had to carry the boat up over my head with Sam
bringing the other things along. Despite her having the chains on she
had an easier time of it than I did. The boat kept getting wedged
between trees or hung up on branches, and it was up hill, at times
steeply so, almost all the way.
Finally, the trail leveled off, then began to descend in a gentler
slope and the forest thinned somewhat. The path ended at a
disappointingly small stream. We dropped our loads, turned to one
another, and burst out laughing.
"What a fucking ordeal." I said.
"Hardly seems worth it." Said Sam, looking out at the muddy little
river.
"Ya, well, it can only get better. Right?"
After a brief rest we headed back for another load. At the other end
we had a snack of some fruit and a drink of water, then we picked up
some more stuff to make the trek again. At the boat, I had Sam get
busy on making some ham sandwiches while I made the hike once more for
the last few things. By the time we'd got everything together, had a
quick lunch, and set out again, it must have been late afternoon. Just
to make things even more annoying, the little river was blocked four
times by beaver dams that we had to get out and haul the loaded canoe
over top of.
It was beginning to get dark when, at last, the river opened onto a
long, narrow lake. I picked the first campsite we came to, drove the
boat onto shore, and called it a day. I got the fire going while Sam
set up the tent, I cut up some onions and potatoes which Sam fried on
the stove while I grilled a couple thick pork chops. We finished the
other half of the wine and started on another. We'd both been a little
edgy for the last few hours, but after eating and relaxing for a bit I
started to feel somewhat better.
"We didn't make much progress today," I said, "but we've only got a
short ways to go now."
I showed Sam the map. "There's another portage to get to our lake, but
it's not long. We should be there sometime in the afternoon."
In the evening light we took a wash in the lake and I examined
Samantha's wrists and ankles, looking for signs that the chains were
causing her problems. Apart from a few small red marks from them
rubbing against her skin she seemed fine. After we'd cleaned up I
rubbed a little skin cream under her chains and then I gave her a nice
massage, since she said her shoulders were getting a bit sore from
paddling so much. Of course, since she'd complained of her being sore,
I was forced to lock the bit gag into her mouth.
Sam wore the gag for the rest of the evening. Before we went to bed I
used another lock to lock her hands behind her back, then I held a
cup to her lips to let her drink some water. After I'd dried her face
off we snuggled into the sleeping bag, making love finally, her on her
side and me behind her. After that I unlocked her hands, but when I
went to remove the gag she shook her head and moved away from me. She
wanted me to leave it on her.
We went outside for a piss, then got back into bed. Sam snuggled up
close to me and we quickly fell asleep.
It must have been early in the morning when I woke, my arm numb from
Sam's head resting on it, my shoulder wet with her drool leaking past
the bit in her mouth. My arm behind her was wrapped in her soft hair,
one of her arms was across my chest, and her leg was across mine. I
could feel her chains against my skin, warm, nice. My lovely little
slave girl.
Ever so gently I touched her nipple, running a finger around it,
barely touching her. I watched as her eyes flickered open, then glance
downward as she realised her cheek was in a puddle. She lifted her
head up and more slobber flowed from her mouth.
"Uuugg whhaas hmm."
It finally dawned on her that she still had the bit in her mouth.
Taking up a towel I wiped my shoulder and daubed at the corners of her
mouth. I unzipped the sleeping bag and sat up. I was suddenly horny as
hell. Taking Sam's wrist chain in my hand I hauled her up out of bed.
One of the locks was still on the floor and I grabbed it, then opened
the tent and we went outside.
It had been warm in the tent and outside it was quite pleasant. I'd
seen a fallen tree nearby last night and I had a plan. Leading Sam
over to it I had her lay face down over the thick tree trunk. The wood
was still solid but the bark had fallen off, making a nice smooth
surface for her soft tummy. Reaching under the tree I slipped the lock
through her wrist chain and connected it to her ankle chain. I clicked
the lock closed and stepped back before she'd realized what I'd done.
"Mmmffft."
"Quiet or I'll have to spank you."
"MMMff. Mmmfss!"
Oh what a cutie. I sauntered around a bit, rubbing the sleep from my
eyes, my dick waiving around in front of me. I did go down to the
water to see if we were alone and not seeing anyone, I returned to my
helpless victim.
"MMMMM!" she sputtered.
"Didn't I tell you what would happen if you weren't quiet?"
"Mmm."
I began to smack her upturned bum with my hand. When it was a nice
even red colour I moved her back a little, before she flipped herself
around the tree trunk, and I pushed my cock into her burning, wet
pussy.
Almost as soon as I'd entered her she came, a long, howling cum that
had her shaking and bucking against the wood, me fighting to hold her
from flipping us both over the top of the trunk. Finally I grabbed
hold of the lock behind her head and pulled her head up, then I
started to pump my cock into her in long deep strokes that had her
groaning and panting around the gag. I fucked her through another two
orgasms until I could hold back no longer and I let loose a torrent of
cum into her, filling her up to overflowing with it.
When my senses returned I stepped back, withdrawing myself from her
grasping cunt. I gave her bum a final hard smack, causing her to jump
and making a gush of gooey cum shoot out of her. Then I went to find
the keys. When I crawled out of the tent I had to pause and just stare
at her for a moment, her arms and legs hanging down, locked around the
big log, her head down and hair pooled on the ground. Her crimson bum
high, glowing in the bright morning light, trails of glistening slime
down the backs of her thighs. Simply stunning.
Climbing over the tree trunk I unlocked her gag first and moved her
hair off her face. She tilted her head up to me and tried to speak,
but her mouth wouldn't work right. After I'd unlocked her chains and
helped her to gingerly sit on the log she turned her head to face me
and gave me the sweetest smile.
"Thank you, sir."
"It was my pleasure, little one."
The air was defiantly warmer and neither of us felt the need to put on
clothes. I used the stove to make coffee and I cooked a pot of oatmeal
for breakfast, choosing to save the eggs and better stuff for later
on. After we ate we took a good wash in the lake, even managing to
swim a bit before the chilly water drove us out and back to the sunny
shore. Finally we got dressed, struck camp, packed everything into the
boat and left.
We paddled the length of the lake and found the next river which wound
through a mountainous area. As we paddled, the hills around us got
higher and more rugged looking. High, bare rock cliffs, towering over
us on either side of the river in some spots. The water was calm
though, only a small amount of current moving against us, and the
going was fairly easy. When the river began to turn south I kept an
eye out for the marking of the portage that would take us to the last
lake.
Sam spotted the yellow sign, nailed to a tree in a small bay, and we
turned in. This time, for a change, we took some of the packs first,
leaving the boat for later. The trail went up hill for a bit, then we
came to a steep drop off that led down the side of a hill and to the
water far below. I went first, ready to drop what I was carrying and
catch Sam if she happened to slip or stumble, and she did have a bit
of trouble negotiating the steep slope, but we managed to get to the
bottom without incident.
The lake was not that big, but was surrounded by high hills, ringed
partially with rocky cliffs that went straight up from the water in
several spots. We could hear a steady roar that echoed from the rock
around us. The trees that we'd passed on the trail were huge, towering
white pines, and there were many such trees on the hills around us.
The whole area had a kind of prehistoric, untouched look to it, as
though time had passed this area by somehow.
The air was still and calm in the shelter of the hills, and when I
dipped my hand in the water I discovered it to be surprisingly warm.
Going back up the trail I found the best way was for me to hold onto
Sam's wrist chain to help her keep her footing on the steeper parts of
the slope. I had the set of keys fixed to my belt and I was keeping an
eye out for a good place to stash them. At the top of the hill I spied
a nice place. Sam leaned against a tree while I climbed on a big rock,
then I walked along a fallen tree that leaned out away from the trail
at an angle. Using a piece of wire, I tied the ring of keys to a
branch up high, out of sight from the path. I made sure that they'd
stay there, I made a note of the location, what was underneath in case
the tree fell down some more. Sam watched me.
We went back for the boat, moving it to the top of the slope, then we
went to get the last of the gear. Moving the canoe down the slope was
as tricky as I expected it would be. I tied a long rope to it, then I
had Sam brace herself and steady the boat, letting the rope out as
I eased it down, stopping when the rope ran out, to have her move
farther down. When we'd gotten everything down and loaded into the
canoe we set sail once more.
We paddled out into the middle of the lake and saw the island that
would be home. But we passed it by for what we saw around a bend in
the shore. From over the top of a cliff poured a rather spectacular
waterfall, the water going straight down perhaps a hundred feet to
splash into the lake below. We brought the boat closer and to a sandy
shore beside where the falls were, stepping out and pulling the boat
onto the beach. We both were speechless, taken in by the beauty of
this area. Sam took off her shoes and socks and her skirt to wade out
into the water.
"It's almost warm." she said.
It was nice, warmer than the lakes we'd passed through before, and
clean, you could see down quite far in the water. You could probably
drink it without any problems, but I had tablets to add to water that
would make it safe to drink, and there was no sense taking chances.
Sam walked back to the boat, stripped off her tube top, then waded
back out and dove in. I joined her a moment later, swimming out almost
under the falls, feeling the force of the water pounding down from
above. I found a place where I could stand, Sam came to me and hooked
her chain around my neck, and we kissed each other with the roar of
the falls in our ears.
I stepped through Sam's ankle chain to let her bring her feet up
behind me and she wrapped her legs around my waist. By rubbing herself
against me she quickly brought my cock to an erect state whereupon I
reached under her leg to guide it into her. Fucking under water is not
the best thing to do because vigourous thrusting can push water up
into a woman in a place that water should not go. Careful and gentle
stroking however, combined with having her pressed close to me, and
the rather exotic setting we'd found ourselves in all worked their
magic on us, making our resulting orgasms spectacularly intense.
With Sam still wrapped around me, my dick still impailing her, I
carried her to shallow water to let her disentangle herself from me.
Then we lay on the sandy beach for a while, soaking up the sun while
we came down from our high. After a nice little rest we went back to
the boat to see about setting up camp.
The island was far enough from the waterfall that the noise wouldn't
be too bothersome. Tall trees filled one end of the small island, a
rocky hill took up the middle part, and the other end was mostly bare
rock with a few shorter trees and small bushes. The most obvious place
for the tent was a fairly flat spot near to the water and open to the
full days sun. A fallen log served as a dock for the canoe.
Someone had taken the time to build a table, although rather crude
but perfectly serviceable, near to the fire pit. Many of the tent pegs
hit rock just an inch or two down so I used short pieces of rope and
heavy rocks to hold down the corners of the tent. We set a tarp over
the tent, strung up some lines for another over the table, then got
busy on making lunch. Neither of us had dressed from our swim before,
we'd only rubbed sunscreen over each other so we wouldn't get burned
in the afternoon sun. We hadn't seen anyone since leaving the main
route a day ago. I had little doubt that we would be undisturbed by
other people during our stay here. After eating our soup and grilled
cheese sandwiches, we just lay on the sun warmed rocks at the end of
the island.
"That last trail we took to get here," I said, "it didn't look like
anyone had used it for some time. I didn't see any footprints."
"Such a pretty spot." Sam said. "It's hard to believe that it isn't
packed with people."
"Well you know what we had to go through to get here. I have a feeling
we won't be getting many visitors."
"The local people must know of this place." She said.
"I bet there's lots of spots around this part of the country that are
nice like this. Probably a lot easier to get to too."
We did pretty much nothing but lay around naked on the rocks sunning
ourselves, going in for a swim from time to time, and cuddling,
holding each other close, relaxing. Towards evening when the sun got
low and the air cooled off we put on some clothes, then made a start
on dinner. I had Samantha slice up some potatoes and onions, fresh
green beans, while I took the canoe over to the mainland to gather
more fire wood along the shore. Sam cooked the vegetables and I
grilled a couple nice steaks over the fire, we had bread and wine, the
rest of the apple pie for dessert.
After supper I took Sam around the lake, letting her relax in the
front of the boat while I paddled. Then, after taking a good wash in
the water we sat around the fire talking and listening to the radio
until it was time for bed.
The first three days we spent much as any couple out camping would,
save for the fact we were nude most of the time, and that Samantha had
chains around her wrists and ankles. I was pleased at how well she
took to having the chains on her, getting use to them so quickly and
never once complaining about having to wear them all the time. She
told me a few times how hot she felt walking around chained up like
that, displaying herself that way for all to see, not that there was
anyone else but me around to see her.
"This one is for you, Master." She'd say, referring to herself,
kneeling before me and presenting herself to me.
My own sweet little sex slave, I'd think to myself. I was powerless to
resist her charms.
There was sort of a path that led up to the top of the waterfall. It
had looked like it would be a long hike so I packed a lunch and we
took the boat over, then made the climb through the forest and along
rocky hillsides, ever upwards. Several times I'd have to carry
Samantha because she just couldn't negotiate the fallen trees or the
high steps over rocks with her short ankle chain. But we made it,
sitting on a high hilltop eating lunch, looking out over a vast plain
that the river flowed through to then tumble over the cliff and down
into our lake.
One of the many highlights of the trip was diving off a rock perch on
the side of a cliff and down into the deep water of the lake below. It
would take about a half hour to claw our way along the side of the
hill to the spot. Sam was keen to do it and she convinced me to try it
with her. We stood side by side on the ledge about thirty feet above
the lake, our toes hanging off the edge.
"Hit the water feet first." She instructed me. "Hold your nose," she
glanced down, "and you better hang on to your balls too."
"Uh hu." I muttered.
She counted to three and we both leapt off, flying through the air
before knifing into the water of the lake. Down I went, the water
several feet below the surface as cold as ice. Then we'd surface,
laughing and whooping, eager to go again.
The weather was cooperating, remaining warm and sunny by day, cooler
at night, but not unpleasantly so. We found a couple of other trails
around, short walks in the woods, not really leading to anywhere.
The river exiting from our lake became impassable after a mile or so,
blocked by a long stretch of rocky rapids. I searched for a trail that
we could walk, to see what was on the other side of the rapids, but I
didn't find any easy way around, so we paddled back. I borrowed a line
off the tarp and we did some laundry, cum soaked towels and a blanket
or two. On the third day I baited a hook, tossed a line over the side
of the canoe and snagged a lovely lake trout that made us a fine
dinner. That evening as we sat by the fire, I could tell that Samantha
was mentally preparing for something, looking towards me at times with
expectation in her eyes. I knew that look, what it meant. I waited
until she asked me.
"Master?"
"Yes little one?"
"Master, are you going to put a lock on me tonight?"
"Would you like me to?"
"You said you would."
"And so I did." I said. "Which one would you like first?"
I got up and went into the tent, into my clothes bag to find one of
her locks. I'd put tape over each one so they didn't get accidentally
locked being tossed around in the bag, and I peeled the tape from the
hole in the lock as I returned to her. She had decided, I saw. She was
sitting on her mat, her feet close together on mine. I lay down beside
her, kissed her pretty little toes, then slipped the padlock through
the links of the chain around each ankle and clicked it closed.
Samantha's range of travel suddenly became limited to around our
campsite, unless I decided to pick her up and carry her off someplace.
Even sitting on the box privy took on a new meaning for her. Before,
with the short chain between her ankles, she could barely manage to
spread her feet far enough apart so her ass didn't thump down on the
rough seat. Now, not only did her ass bang down as she sat but she had
to slide it back a little across the seat, and getting up was indeed a
struggle. She'd shuffle her feet back and forth, trying to walk on the
uneven rock around the camp site. She'd try hopping, but that was just
as difficult to do. The loose chain would get underfoot, making her
stumble, and she'd go down, calling for me to come and help her.
I'd go to her and help her up, takeing her in my arms and holding her
close. She'd tremble against me, but not from rage or annoyance at her
bondage. Not discomfort, not pain or fear. She'd press herself against
me making little mewing sounds. She needed that which I could give
her. Freedom, yes, eventually. But it was my cock that she craved, for
the master to take his little creature to his tent and ravage her, to
carry his captive into his lair and roughly take her. That first night
with her feet locked close together, her lust for me increased
tenfold. I'd barely even touched her and she was lost to it, writhing
in the sleeping bag, moaning loud and crying out her need.
I'd satisfy her, for a while, until her horniness built up again, her
role as the helpless little animal captured her soul once more, and
we'd fuck long and hard again. By morning I was shagged out. Samantha
had crawled out of the tent in the dawn light, leaving me to sleep in,
I'd hoped.
"Master, Master. Help me." I heard.
I went to her aid and saw her laying down on the rock, her ankle chain
wedged into a crack in the stone slab. She was struggling to free
herself, her hair plastered all over her, her body shaking. I went to
her and calmed her down, she clung to me as I poked at the chain with
a thin stick where it was wedged, shifting a link around so I could
pull it free.
"Oh thank you master." She said, rubbing herself against me.
"You'd better calm down Samantha." I said. "Disturbing my sleep like
that. I'm going to have to punish you."
I didn't think that would get her to calm down any, but she did settle
a bit. Her enthusiasm over her captivity was starting to rub off on
me, getting me fired up to take this thing further than I had expected
it would go. I was staring at a big tree over on the side of the
island and Samantha's eyes followed mine, to a thick branch sticking
out. A hanging tree, it was.
I picked up Sam and carried her to the tree, setting her down
underneath the thick branch that was maybe twenty feet off the ground.
I put her feet up on a rock and told her to wait, then I went to the
rope that held up our food container. The plastic tote box had a snap
lid that would deter any ambitious chipmunk so I left it on the table,
untied the rope, and returned to Sam with it.
I'd picked up this rope before we left. Soft, thick, braided nylon.
Three eights inch thick, forty feet of it. It was light weight, and
had been handy when we'd lowered the canoe down that last trail. It
would be perfect now, as I expected it would be when I'd bought it.
Pushing Sam's chains up her legs as far as I could, I wound the rope
around her ankles three times, then passed the end between them twice
and tied a couple of knots. The other end I threw over the branch,
getting it on the first try. Smiling to myself, I wound the rope
around the tree trunk a couple times, then, holding the end, I lifted
Sam's feet up into the air.
I pulled up the slack, then wrapped my arm around her legs to hoist
her higher. Pulling the slack up again, I took hold of her around her
waist and lifted, pulled up the rope, then again, raising her higher.
Her head left the ground and I got my arm under her shoulder. Her
fingertips left the ground and I pushed her up once more, then,
keeping tension on the rope, I wound it around the tree a couple more
times, walked the end to another, thinner tree, and tied it off.
Samantha hung suspended by her feet, only the tips of her long hair
barely brushing the ground as she swung back and forth slightly.
There was a root from the tree partially uncovered right beneath her.
I used a stick to dig under it a bit, until I could slip a rope
underneath. Then I went to find a piece of rope. I tied the center of
Sam's wrist chain down to the root, pulling it tight, but not
unbearable so. When I'd finished I stepped back to look. An absolutely
amazing sight.
"Master?" Sam's little lost one's voice called to me.
I bent down on one knee to look directly into her eyes.
"Yes my pet?"
She paused a moment, unsure. "Nothing."
I reached up to brush her erect nipples with the backs of my fingers.
Then standing, I said, "I'm going to finish my nap now. Don't be
making any noise."
I went back to the tent and crawled inside. I'd tied the flaps open
but the screen hung down. Although I had a perfect view of my little
chained wood nymph hanging upside down from a tree, I doubted that she
could see me. Obviously I wasn't going to go to sleep, but I did lay
there for perhaps an hour, maybe even dozing from time to time, but
always on the alert for any kind of distress from my precious one.
I heard her chains tinkling and I opened my eyes to see her twisting
and shaking. She stopped, and I noticed a rather large fly buzzing
around her. It landed, probably on her ass, and a moment later she
shook herself again, trying to rid herself of the bothersome insect.
It was then that I decided that she'd had enough.
I took up a piece of the newspaper that we'd been using to start fires
with and I went outside. Pretending to be reading the paper, I
strolled casually over to where she was tied.
When she saw me I said, "Good morning pet. Sleep well?"
"Master, this fly." She twisted her ass to me.
"Mmmm? Oh dear!" I said.
I rolled up the paper and nailed that sucker, smashing the fly and
then watching as a bright red spot formed on her bum where I'd hit
her.
"Owch!. Thank you master."
"Coffee would be nice." I said to her. "Oh, that's O.K. I'll get it."
I turned and left her, set up the stove and got some water going. I
poured a glass of juice, sipped it, then strolled back to her. I held
her head up and tipped the glass to her lips. She drank a few sips,
upside down, then sputtered and choked. I dropped her head to let her
deal with orange juice up her nose while I made the coffee.
After I'd made the coffee and had a couple sips I figured she'd had
enough. I untied the rope holding her hands down, then spread a pad
under her and carefully untied the main rope. I unwound it from the
tree trunk until her weight started to pull her down and I slowly let
her down to the ground again. I carried her over to the table, lay her
on the other pad, and gave her a cup of coffee.
"Did you like that, Sam?" I asked.
"Kind of. Got a hell of a headache though."
I got her a couple aspirins from the first aid kit, then we spent a
couple of quiet hours inside the tent, catching up on the sleep we
missed last night, a wet washcloth over Sam's forehead. She felt
better later on and I fixed us a nice brunch, the last two eggs, the
last of the ham, and toast with jam. There was one more frozen meal
left, now thawed, then we'd be into the freeze dried and packaged
powdered stuff. Of that, there was lots, so we wouldn't have to resort
to digging up grubs for a while yet.
The day was warm and humid and we spent most of the time in the water.
Sam couldn't swim anymore with her feet locked together but she could
float with a lifejacket buckled around her middle, and that's what we
did. Later on in the afternoon, sitting on the rocks looking out at
the lake, we started talking.
"Master, I'm sorry for making you mad this morning."
"I wasn't mad." I said.
"For bothering you all night, I was just so horny for some reason."
"It was nice, Sam. I wasn't mad about it."
"But what, then." she asked. "Why did you tie me up in the tree?"
"I thought it would be fun. Didn't you like it?"
"Well, yes, I did like it. But you looked so mad at the time, when you
were lifting me up there."
"Mad with arousal, perhaps. Your getting so into your submissive role
incited my dominant side to take over. I had an idea that I wanted to
try, and I just went ahead and did it. I should have talked to you
first about it. I'm sorry if I hurt you, but, I guess I did just let
myself get carried away a little."
"You didn't hurt me master. You have never hurt me." Sam giggled.
"Well, you know what I mean. You've never made me feel bad. Except for
this morning. I thought you were pissed off at me and that's why you
hung me in the tree."
"Damn." I said. "You know what this is, don't you? All the time we've
been together, all that we've done together, this is our first
misunderstanding."
"Are we having a lovers quarrel?"
I laughed. "No, not yet. I should have told you first, what I was
going to do. But doms get into the same kind of head space that subs
do, you know. Only instead of letting go like you do, we have to seize
the moment and take total charge. Take over completely. I treated you
like an object this morning, and I shouldn't have. I wanted to do
something to you, and I went ahead and did it. Your not letting me
sleep last night was just an excuse I used to let myself do it to you.
I am sorry Sam. I should have talked to you about it first."
"Please don't apologize master." She said. "I understand now. I did
like what you did, I was just upset because I thought you were mad at
me."
"Look at yourself Sam. You're naked and chained up. I hold the power
to get you out of here. How could I ever be mad at you, for letting me
hold your life in my hands? For your giving yourself so completely to
me? The gift of your self, Samantha, there is none so sweet."
Our relationship's first crisis, smoothed over so pleasantly. As the
skies began to darken, so too did Sam's mood brighten. The weather
reports had called for a change, and that change became apparent soon
after. We took another swim, prepared an early dinner, and ate while
waiting for the storm. The sky got darker, the wind picked up,
although in the shelter of the hills around we didn't get much of it.
Up on the hills though, the trees were whipping around fiercly. I'd
made a fire and we sat under the tarp, listening to the booming of
thunder getting closer and closer.
When the rain came, it came with a vengeance. Carrying Sam I made a
dash for the tent, then we held each other closely, the lightning
flashing down, the thunder echoing from all around. With us being in
such a low area I expected that lightning wouldn't get to us, and even
if it missed the hills and came down to the lake, the taller trees at
the other end of the island would draw a strike away from our
campsite.
The lightning quickly passed by, but the rain was unabated for some
time, and we cuddled in the warm dry tent while it pounded down on the
tarp over our heads. Samantha squirmed around, slid her wrist chain
over her feet, and brought her hands up the backs of her legs, to the
middle of her back. She lay on her side, her back towards me. I said
to wait for a while, to let the worst of the storm pass, just in case
we ended up flooded out. To pass the time, Sam began to grind her bum
against me, grasping for my cock with her hands behind her, trying to
find a nice warm spot to put it into.
We had a nice slow fuck, her on her side and me snuggled up behind
her. I had hold of her wrist chain to force her hands up high, between
her shoulder blades, and I held her like that as I teasingly stroked
my stiff prick in and out of her slippery channel. She came hard, her
hands grasping at air behind her, her feet clutching one of mine, and
she shook and writhed, screaming out with her heat, her lust.
Later on the rain slowed to a steady drizzle and we put on clothes,
raincoats over top, and went outside to take pisses and survey the
damage. The boat was all right, the fire pit was drowned out, and
pretty much everything else was as it should be. The roar from the
waterfall was defiantly louder now. We went to bed early that night,
the radio telling us that the storms had been fierce in some places,
even reports of a tornado in a town not too far away. It was only
eight thirty when we called it a night, but with little else to do we
caught up on some much needed rest. I'd been having second thoughts on
putting anymore locks on Sam, and I expressed my concerns to her.
"The keys up in the tree could have gotten melted if lightning hit
them." I said. "Then where would you be?"
"Chained up like a beast, I guess."
"Exactly. Tomorrow morning I'm going to go and get them. Then we'll
continue, O.K.?"
While I'd been talking she'd been busy getting her hands behind her
back again. She wriggled her fingers at me.
"Just one more master?"
Once again, the quest for adventure won out over common sense. I took
a lock from my bag and clicked it closed through the chains around her
wrists.
"No fucking, alright Sam?" I told her. "Let's get some sleep."
Sam did manage to keep her hands off me until early dawn. The light
was just beginning to be visible when I was wakened by her feet
rubbing against my leg and her hands rubbing my cock, her bum pressed
tight against my hip. I could feel her twitching and shaking next to
me and she was making little moaning sounds. She was already ready. My
rolling over towards her elicited a squeal of delight, and she
strained to insert my erect cock into her, nudging it with her
fingertips until it lined up, to then slip into her. What a nice way
to wake up, I thought, and I started banging into her.
Sam reached her peak on my fourth or fifth stroke, bucking and
twisting so hard my cock was dislodged from her. That didn't stop her
though. The sleeping bag was not zipped up and she rolled right out,
face down in a tangle of blankets and she ground her tits into the
rough wool as her orgasm went on. I sat up to watch. When she finally
stopped humping air and realized I was not inside her anymore she
slumped down on the floor of the tent, gasping air like a beached
fish. I shifted her hair off her face and her eyes fluttered open to
look at me.
"Master." she said between breaths.
"Yes my pet?"
"Good morning, master."
"And good morning to you sweetheart." I said, sweetly.
Sam struggled to her knees, then made it back onto our bed. She knelt
upright, turned her head, and looked at me over her shoulder. I got up
onto my knees and positioned myself behind her, straddling her legs
and feet. I took my cock in one hand to run the tip through her wet
slit. Sam moaned long and low, her hands clenching and unclenching
behind her back. I shifted a little closer, then she sank down taking
my length up inside of her. We both lowered ourselves until I felt my
balls touch her heels, then slide down the soles of her feet. We just
stayed like that for a while as I reached around her and caressed her
breasts, rubbed and pinched her nipples, occasionally letting a hand
stray down her tummy to finger through her pussy hair, and lower
still, to flick across her clit. With a finger on either side I could
feel my cock buried up to the hilt in her, her two pussy lip rings on
either side of it.
She raised herself up and I placed my hands on her hips to guide her
movements. I grabbed a pillow and placed it where her head would go,
then she bent over, letting her face thump down on it. Her ass went up
and I raised up onto my knees to began to pump into her with fast,
deep strokes. Grabbing the loose chain between her wrists and using it
to steady myself, to hold her still, I started to really give it to
her. I didn't stop when she came, I drove into her with a firm, steady
rhythm while her cunt muscles gripped me tightly. Her hands before me
twisted uselessly in the chains that held her tight, and she screamed
loud with passions unleashed.
Even as she came down from that great orgasm I banged her. Her lust
quickly came to a boil again and she exploded, me holding tightly to
her chain with one hand now, the other wrapped around her waist so she
didn't buck me off her, and still I maintained that quick, hard
stroking, riding the wild beast through another massive cum.
My cum was boiling now, my balls felt heavy with it. I was giving
voice to my thrusts, loud grunts and yelps. Like a huge lightning bolt
it was, starting out somewhere deep in my hind brain, gathering
strength. Then blasting down my spine, electrifying every nerve in my
body, total annihilation in it's wake. It blasted out of me, taking all
of me along with it. Deep within my lovely Samantha's body I flowed.
My arm around her waist crushed her loins tightly to me as I came and
came, my knees finally giving out and we collapsed into a sweaty heap
on top of the sleeping bag. My heart was hammering in my chest and I
could barely pull enough air into my lungs, so wasted was I. I lay on
top of her for what seemed like forever, unable to move, unable even
to form a coherent thought, just madly, totally in love with the
sweet, chained, creature beneath me.
Finally I gathered the energy to roll off her. Sam was choking on her
hair so I blindly reached out, felt around her head, to move the veil
of silky strands from off her face. I lay on the floor of the tent,
panting and wheezing, trying to return to the living.
"Fuck Sam," I managed to gasp out, "you're gonna be the death of me
yet."
"The death of a thousand fucks." She answered breathlessly. "That last
one must have counted for fifty."
"Damn near. Whew!"
[ End part 2/3, Chapter 3 "The Ad" ] dino@canoemail.com
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