He was being quiet that was never a good sign.  The road was no longer familiar and seemed less traveled since the last turnoff.  She would remember how remote they were later when she had more time to think.

   Finally they slowed and pulled into a dirt lane, narrow and lined closely by low hanging branches and tightly packed evergreens. The brush seemed to be struggling for a glimpse of sunlight under towering pines.  After a few hundred feet the road suddenly ended in a muddy cul de sac barely open enough to turn their pick-up and face it back towards the road.  He ended the silence with a single word “out”. Without a word in reply she stepped out into the cool morning air.  He climbed out to join her grabbing a large canvas sea bag from the bed of the truck. Slinging it over his shoulder with a well practised motion he walked around to her side of the truck.   She stood motionless waiting for some clue some hint why he had brought her to this precise spot.  

 Standing behind her he lifted his woollen longcoat off her shoulders and tossed it into the rear of the truck.  Standing exposed her pale nude flesh quickly responded to the still crisp air. After admiring the exposed curves of her small form it took but a few quick motions with the short piece of hemp line from his pocket to quickly bind her wrists together in front of her. With a gentle motion he pressed his palm into the small of her back urging her forward.

 He let her choose the way for a few minutes her bare feet finding the easiest route.   A quick tug on her bindings and the thud of his bag being dropped stopped her wandering.  She turned to face him and he motioned with his a pointed finger and a tilt of his head for her to turn and absorb their surroundings.   Nondescript it could have been anywhere. They stood amongst tall pine trees the first rays of the early morning sun filtering down to the bed of dry needles devoid of greenery due to the lack of full light and deep covering of fallen needles.  

 Reaching into his pocket his hand returned to sight with her panties from earlier this morning plus a small orange string with too yellow nubs on each end. Holding her face in his hand he drew her jaw downward and with one finger of the other hand he gently filled her mouth with the musky cotton panties.  Nervously she watched as he rolled the yellow foam ends making them into narrow cylindrical tubes before he eased them into her ear canals. As the foam slowly expanded the once quiet sounds of the forest gave way to a much deeper silence.  This was something she had never expected her toes curled into the dry needles as she tried to subdue her racing heart and quickened breath. Thoughts raced through the silence, could he tell how nervous she was, did her traitorous body give him notice of her fragile mental state.  Had she a choice she would have fled but no she was committed now there was no way to turn back.

 He knelt at his bag and pulled a long stake as thick as her wrist and a wooden mallet from the bag. Pushing the sharpened end several inches into the soft forest floor he then drove most of the stake into the ground with a few deliberate blows.   Back into his bag his hand went then he stood in front of her as she tried to read his thoughts without being caught  looking into his eyes.  Dark and void of clues she gained nothing for her risk.  He took the coil of rope he had retrieved and finding the middle doubled it over. Starting at her shoulders he wrapped and fed the rope though itself and around her torso until her breast were surrounded and separated with her hands pressed tightly against her mound by the rope wrapped around her waist.  Using the rope like a handle he both forced and lowered her to her knees the free end of the rope dangling over the stake driven into the ground.  Grasping her chin again her now drew her face up and held her gaze for a moment before forcing her chest to the ground and turning her head to press her cheek into the needles. She gasped at the sting of the needles now pressing into her flesh drawing the earthy smell of the forest floor into her nostrils.  As he disappeared behind her the intent of his actions became apparent as the rope was drawn tight connecting her firmly to the stake.  She felt the rope rub against her thighs then wrap around her ankles. For a few moments she waited unsure whether she could feel his presence behind her or not.   What was he doing…exposed with the needles agitating her face and shoulders she waited fearful to move lest she anger him while he applied some devious twist to this already nerve wreaking ordeal. How long was he going to take it’s been a few minutes? Watching the sunlight move with the branches she could feel the breeze on her skin raising the hairs on her body.

 A short distance away her he opened a thermos and unwrapped and date square from a napkin. Smiling a knowing smile he was now free to allow his emotions to show. Sitting out of her field of vision he watched as she felt the fear of moving without permission slowly be replaced by the fear of being left alone.  She tried to lift her face up and get a view of her surroundings suddenly wishing she had paid more attention as she earlier turned to admire the forest splendour.  Where was he surely he wouldn’t leave her here alone. They had traveled so far off the main highway she would never be found, or would she what a sight she must make bound like this.

 After finishing his coffee and snack he packed up his things and shouldered his seabag taking one last look around he slowly walked back down the way she had lead them so gently in her bare feet quite unprepared for her current situation.

How long has it been it is madding not to be able to hear even the wind?  Shadows of birds flicker across the ground; once a pine cone dropped she jumped startled tightening the ropes against her skin.  She moved her tongue around her mouth trying to stop the material of her panties from sticking to the roof of her mouth without pushing it out and losing it entirely. Earlier she saw some movement in the distance. A small brown rabbit stopped as it passed ten yards away it paused and sat back on its haunches smelling the air in her direction. What could it possibly be thinking as it looked at her nude body kneeling in the forest bound to a stake like a cruel hunters bait for a larger prey. Satisfied that she wasn’t a threat the rabbit slowly hopped away until she could no longer see it.  Where was he, if, when maybe he would return soon.  It had been so long she tried to judge the time only her swollen bladder gave her any indication that it must have been hours.  She was determined she would not lose her last shred of dignity and soil the very ground she knelt upon.

 Little did she know he had returned some time ago.  He sat with his knife and trimmed the lower branches and leaves from a trio of twigs a fir bough, a  birch branch and one small straight oak sapling the thickness of his baby finger. Once he was done he sat and waited he could see from her squirming that it would be soon. Had she been told this morning when he poured the last of the pot into her cup, her third coffee that this was his intent would she still climbed into his truck?  Soon enough she could not hold back at first a dribble ran down her thigh as she lost her concentration. Realizing her defeat was eminent she stopped her struggles and released her clenched bladder. Watching the steam rise up and over her unturned bottom he knew the time was near. He stood and removed his clothes.

With his carvings in his hand he approached her from behind he could feel his own shaft stiffen in anticipation of what only he knew was to come.  Stopping within a easy arms length behind her he stooped to pick up a single pine needle and tossed it onto her huddled body, she barely flinched, he knew it was time.  Selecting the fir bough he tossed the others onto the ground. With a firm grasp on the rough bark he laid the first stroke directly on the valley her bottom made as it met her thighs.

The suddenness of the assault shocked her back to reality more than she would ever have imagined possible. The light fir bough itself unable to leave anymore that a light red caress in its wake was delivered again and again without pause not striking the same spot twice. After the needles had sufficiently reddened her bottom and thighs he began to lay strokes along her flank teasing the edges of her hanging breasts. Her body moved in anticipation of the next blow as if she had some idea of where it might fall. As her motions slowed he knew it was time to exchange the fir for the birch.  Again and again he peppered her bottom with blows the leaves swishing with a music only his ears could hear.  He would soon have to stop as his own need became more evident painfully swinging with the force of his blows.

Pausing to admire the reddened flesh of her behind he traced two fingers up her thigh dragging his fingers through the evidence of her passion without hesitation his fingers found the source. Entering her roughly then back out and upward between the cleavage of her cheeks he dragged her moistness. She was close and she knew he knew.  

If she thought he meant to take her then she was mistaken.  After placing her wetness from his fingers  upon himself he bent to pick up his last implement. Thinking of the time he spent stripping away the bark and smoothing the bumps and knots from its shaft he twitched the switch at an imaginary target before looking back to her kneeling form.  Once, twice three times in rapid secession he laid the sapling across her bottom.  Softly he laid it upon her cheeks only to lift it and again lay it softly again nearby. Four, Five, Six rapidly again she had no time to think between the shots of searing pain.  Tossing the oak aside he half squatted behind her a hand on each hip his shaft pressed hot and hard against her bottom absorbing the heat enflaming his already searing passion. She could feel his breath on her neck as he spoke some words unknown though her silence. Bending his knees he pushed his full length into her in one swift motion.  She opened to him like a blossom to the morning sun. With every stroke she could feel his silent words hot against her neck short and hard matching the rhythm of his hips. His full weight upon her one hand under her mashing his and her fingers into their slick juncture the other on her face holding her head down and breathing in short forceful breaths he emptied what feel like his soul into her clutching womb.  She stiffened and went limp only his arm under her holding her from collapse.

Reaching down he pulled out what little of her panties remained in  her mouth and tugged the thin orange string that that had cloaked her in silence.   After so long in silence the first sound she heard were the three words she need most.

As he pulled the truck out of the dirt lane and back onto the blacktop he looked down at the sleeping form wrapped in the big blue blanket that once covered his seat. He pulled the edge of it up under her chin causing her to lightly murmur a soft sigh and press in closer to his leg.  Dammit if he knew how or why she chose him but he did know it was a choice he would make sure she never regretted.