Blind Date

The girl was nervous. She had never met someone quite like this before, on a whim, the blindest of dates, but something about their conversations had stirred her to the point of passion she had never felt before except in her wildest fantasies. The place they had arranged to meet was very isolated; a path at the edge of the conjunction of a small copse of trees and a cornfield. The night was dark, almost moonless and the drizzling rain was heavy enough to enclose her in a cocoon of almost total silence. She turned off the unlit road and headed towards their rendezvous.

The place was well known to her; she was fond of walking and often circumnavigated this way, enjoying the privacy that allowed her to slip into one of the many scenarios she liked to play out in her head. She had chosen her outfit carefully, even though it was heavier than she would have liked because of the weather. Her raincoat was almost a duster, plasticized and slick on the outside, that strange shade of yellow that seems totally appropriate for weatherproof material.

Beneath the calf length skirt gripped her legs as she moved and the fabric felt warm and slightly sensual against her knees and thighs. She had considered an underskirt but decided against it and was naked beneath the patterned material except for the lace wisp of a red thong she had chosen from her 'hot' underwear drawer. This was the first time she had ever worn the garment and was pleasantly surprised how the crotch was riding up between her sex lips. The friction as she walked was making her clitoris hard and her vulva wet and hot.

A noise behind her made her start. She peered into the darkness behind but could make out no movement, except maybe the outline of a cow standing forlornly under two trees within the fence line to her left. Turning back she continued on, seeing the meeting place slowly become clearer ahead and feeling her excitement mount within her head and stomach. The feeling reminded her of the sensation of fingers slowly sliding up her inner thigh, knowing they would eventually reach her waiting wetness but savoring the seemingly almost endless journey. Her boots crunched on the slightly gravel strewn pathway and the darkness caused an echo to follow her every step.

Finally she came to the point that He had outlined to her, even thoughtfully marking the spot with a trace of iridescent paint at the base of a fence post. She stood as she had been instructed; back hard against the fence, arms extended to the sides and hands gripping the top rail. Without thinking she found herself standing with her legs parted and stomach thrusting forward, as though presenting herself for His delectation. Checking her cell phone she realized she was a few minutes early, He had said eight pm and it was just turning seven fifty five. She was thinking of stretching when her cell phone vibrated hard between the brassiere and left breast where she kept it.

"Stay where you are!"

The words burned into the back of her eyes and she gripped the rail tightly as her heart beat faster. She quickly looked around, trying to ascertain if she was being watched, but all she saw was the impenetrable darkness surrounding her. The phone vibrated again.

"Trying to see Me?"

Her heart started to beat furiously, her breathe fastened and she found her legs trembling involuntarily. Again the phone vibrated and she read with trepidation.

"Such a pretty neck!"

As she finished the sentence she felt the rope pull her back hard against the fence post, the noose tightening and choking her with its sudden grip. Without thinking she grabbed at the hemp necklace with both hands but for a reward received a sharp slap from behind to the side of her face. Her cheek stung and for a second she was stunned, time enough for her arms to be pushed back to the top rail and secured with heavy zip ties. She opened her mouth to yell, but too late. A heavy canvas bag covered her head, stifling any sound and was secured by what she could only imagine was a drawstring at the bottom. For the first time in many years the girl lost control and felt urine surge from her sex and run uncontrollably down the inside of her thighs and calves to pool on the gravel between her spread feet.

For the next few moments the world was deathly still. Her body tensed and she knew that whatever was coming would be beyond anything she had imagined in any fantasy or wildest scenario.

"Are you ready girl?"

The voice was cold and cruel. There was no hint of mercy or consideration, more the growl of an animal about to feast on its helpless prey. She felt the coldness of steel descend between the plump mounds of her breasts and effortlessly slice through the central join of her brassiere. The blade continued downwards opening the shirt that she had carefully chosen to accentuate her shape. It reached the waistband of her skirt but with a quick movement opened it effortlessly then ripped downwards to the hem. In one quick slicing motion her entire body was exposed to the cold chill of the rain.

The point now started to investigate her skin, first scraping across the expanse of her breasts to flick against her nipples then traveling slowly down the center of her stomach to nestle beneath the elastic of the racy red thong. Another quick slice, the last vestige of clothing fell to the ground and the blade tip moved down to rest between the swollen lips of her sex. She shuddered, the blade twisting a little in its temporary fleshy sheath and to her astonishment and embarrassment she came and squirted violently.

The first slap to her left breast sent spasms through her body. She had been slapped before, had endured much pain in the eternal search for pleasure, but this was different. For the first time she felt no hesitation, no compassion, rather a cold clinical blow that jarred her soul within her body.

The hand was not withdrawn immediately, instead it lingered, the fingers and palm gripping and searing into her flesh like branding irons. When it did release the skin beneath seemed to follow, drawn into immediate welts that burned with intense fire. The second slap exactly shadowed the first, targeting the rouged flesh and doubling the intensity of the conflagration. Blow upon blow descended till the impression of His print was swollen and complete. Only then did the attention switch to her right mound, repeating the punishment till she bit deep into her lips from the cruel mix of agony and ecstasy.

"You dared displease Me girl, now you pay the price with your suffering."

A sudden slap between her legs almost propelled her off her feet. The flat of His hand cupped her mound, the fingers curling to penetrate between her swollen lips and dig into the wet hot orifice below. The hand grasped, nails scratching against the sensitive inner walls and to her amazement she came again, her womb and cervix rippling and dancing as she expelled her lust. The zip tie on her right wrist was released and in one fluid motion she was turned, pushed belly hard against the rail and bound again.

She felt the cold rain on her buttocks now, droplets descending from her sodden hair, trickling down the valley of her spinal column to run between her exposed ass cheeks. Her feet where kicked apart, far wider than was comfortable and she felt her sex and ass bud gape in her now totally vulnerable position. Something cold and hard pressed against her anus, then was forced deep inside her. She felt her sphincter tear slightly as it accommodated the wideness of the cylindrical object then compress around the flange left exposed. A slap to each cheek ensured that the plug was completely seated and she felt it rotated one complete turn.

"Too big," she tried to complain, but her words were stifled by the clothe surrounding her face. She felt a hand start to slide from the plug downwards and following the depression of that sensual valley come to rest upon the opening to her sex. A finger tip poked into her, then two, then three. The fingers spread and slid deeper. The hand twisted left and right, stretching her wider and wider and she felt the stub of the little finger join the rest. Her thighs parted automatically to try to compensate for this rough invasion but as fast as she adjusted the hand slipped deeper. She felt another rotation and realized that her sex was now home to four fingers and a thumb. Still the pressure steadily moved inwards.

"I will tear,' she tried to communicate.

"Please slowly," the hands pressure increased with every protest.

"Ahhhhhhhhh," she felt the widest part of His hand stuck fast against her pelvic bone but without mercy it twisted and fidgeted till even the tightness of muscle and bone could not stop the violent penetration and she was impaled to the wrist.

For a moment there was stillness then she felt the fingers inside her start to curl, the ball of his palm enlarging and filling her more than she imagined possible. Now he started to pump the fist in and out, slow at first, but slowly following a crescendo to utter sexual frenzy; the very core of her aching and screaming with such torturous pleasure she imagined she would die. She came, she squirted, she came again. Even when her fluids were run dry the little deaths continued to rack her body and soul over and over. The bag over her eyes and the bindings on her wrists served no purpose now, lost in a universe of climaxes she was blind, dumb and struck immobile to any worldly stimulus except the constant rape of the hand deep in her body.

The first stripe across her buttocks was agony. The blow was perfectly placed the whipping instrument met the high point of each cheek and its end dug deep into her flesh. The second was placed exactly over the first and this time she felt water spring from her tear glands and start to run down her face. The third blow was maybe an inch higher, but the sting seemed to join the first two in an ever building escalator of sublime torture. After the first ten she gave up counting. The taste of her own blood was on her lips from the nips her tongue had endured from the jarring spasms running from her feet to the tip of her head. She wanted to faint but each stripe seemed to propel her womb to contract even tighter and her thighs ran with her juices. The plug in her ass seemed to grow larger but she realized it was just the effect of the welts swelling across her cheeks. Rain still fell steadily but the drips of cold precipitation crawling down her skin were now joined by the hot trickle of her own crimson blood.

Eventually even He tired of the thrashing, perhaps it was the sight of her tattered buttocks that stayed His violence, or more likely He just bored of the one continuing vent to His fury. She waited for His next pleasure, fearing that even her pure masochism might be out matched by the storm coming. Instead the next ploy was subtle, a steady stream of hot salt urine playing from the small of her back, over her rump to finally target the hot box of her sex. The piss stung as it fell and she shuddered as this new degradation bought a massive climax thundering to her body; the spasms so extreme that the plug became unseated from her ass bud and was expelled with some force. She tried to control her bowel but was too late and defecated violently and came again as the hot fecal matter splashed down her legs.

She felt the zip ties around her wrists being cut; as they opened the weight of her body and the fatigue in her legs forced her to fall to her knees. The noose around her neck still dangled in place and now she felt it tighten as He pulled her upright, her back arching and mouth gasping for air through the fabric over her head.

"Get to your feet slave!"

The words spat into her ear, their harshness cutting deeper than any scalpel. The girl managed to raise herself till upright and was led, or rather pulled, deeper into the wooded area beside the fence rail that had been the site of her suffering so far. It seemed minutes before they stopped. Several times she stumbled unceremoniously to her knees in her blindness, only to be cajoled to her feet by a torrent of oaths and slashing blows to her back and thighs. She found herself forced backwards against a post, the wood rough and unforgiving against her torn back and ass cheeks and her hands pinioned behind her.

The bag was pulled from her head and immediately she tasted the fabric of duct tape being passed between her lips as a gag. The material was harsh and bit into her lips as he pulled it tight against the corners of her mouth. Next the tape passed around her forehead and then around the post holding her head fast, uncomfortably fast. A slap crashed against her cheek, the blow forcing her to try and focus on exactly where she was but all that was visible was a slight break in the trees showing the outline of the path she had first taken for the rendezvous.

"Say hello to your new bedroom slave! Better make your self comfortable."

The words came from slightly to the side and behind her. By straining her eyes far to the left she could make out His shadow, but as always, apart from the distinct smell she would come to adore, He remained invisible.

"It is nearly dawn, I will leave you now and return later."

For the first time the reality of her situation hit home. Surely He wouldn't leave her here on public display? She had work to do and would be missed by her family; someone somewhere would be looking for her.

"If you are not here when I return your suffering of this night will be nothing, like the tickling of a feather."