Lost At Sea

He fed her with great care and affection, or at least it felt like that to Scarlett. It was demeaning, but at the same time defined a new kind of relationship that was growing between them. When she was finally sated she was energized and tired at the same time, as if the nutrients and whatever else was in the leaves were already going to the task of strengthening her limbs, repairing the damage the journey had caused and improving her stamina. In a way all that Scarlett wanted was lean back and let that happen and get a night of good sleep.

Still couldn't refrain herself from asking: "What's going to happen tomorrow, Chris?"

"Well, I'm going to keep looking for clues. Just for an hour or so."

"And if you don't find any clues?"

He hesitated. He didn't feel comfortable talking about it, but he wasn't the insecure man anymore that she had encountered on the beach, so after a moment of contemplation he told her straight up: "I don't know yet. I will have to think about it. Maybe, if I don't find anything in the first hour, then we should return to the beach. But maybe I'll decide that it's worth it to keep searching for another hour or so. I'm not sure."

"And you... you are going to make the decision for both of us?"

He nodded, smiling a sad, strong, affectionate smile. "Yes, and I'm sorry that I have to do that. But that's the way things are at the moment, isn't it? You are a bit... weird, Scarlett. I don't mean to offend you, but I don't feel like I can trust you making good decisions at the moment. Your perspective seems so... narrow right now. I can not only take your wishes or your comfort into account... that would be dangerous for us. It could kill every chance we have of getting away from here.""

Scarlett shuddered. He was right and not right at the same time. What was going on here was wrong, every fiber of her restrained, hurting body and every fiber of her being told her that. But for him it all made sense. And she simply didn't know anymore where exactly all the blurred lines would have been before, when they had still been sharply defined.

Chris took the gag from her chin and put it against her lips and she ungrudgingly opened her mouth. It was starting to become an automatism. When he had fastened all the straps he also hooded her, this time completely blindfolding her, essentially only leaving her nose and gagged mouth uncovered by the soft leather. He helped Scarlett to lie down on one of the blankets and she only needed to relax for her moment before she sank into a deep sleep again. Her dreams were weirdly bland: In them she marched through the forest for hours marched and marched and marched, while birds chirped around her and monkeys screamed in the crowns of the trees.

Just that, this time, she did not really sleep until morning. Instead Scarlett awoke when it was still too cool and the song of the night birds was still coming from outside the old ruin. She wasn't sure for how long she had been asleep exactly. But she did not think it could have been more than an hour at maximum: There was only a small puddle of drool beneath her cheek and her hobbled feet didn't feel too stiff yet.

Someone touched her shoulder: A warm, strong hand was stroking her sticky skin. As Scarlett tensed she heard Chris say: "I've woken you up. I'm sorry about that. I know you need to rest."

She tried to ask him what was going on, but his hand had already wandered from her shoulder to her neck, stroking her skin there, right above her collar. Chris was close to her, most likely kneeling or sitting right next. In her blindness she imagined she could feel his eyes wandering across her naked body. The thought caused her to shudder: How she lay here, defenseless and naked, and how he probably watched her and took all the details in. Her lips quivered and she produced an insecure sound... she didn't know for sure what he wanted or why he touched her, but goosebumps covered her flesh now and she was more scared than ever before since all this had begun.

"I'm not going to hurt you", Chris whispered. He sounded like he had a lump in his throat. His hand left her neck and touched her cheek, then his warm breath brushed against Scarlett's face and a second later he kissed her: First his lips touched her forehead, then her blindfolded eyes, finally he kissed her mouth, even though the gag prevented it from being more than a symbolic gesture. Anyways, the fact that she was hooded, blindfolded and gagged didn't seem to bother him at all since he did not attempt to change any of that.

And Scarlett, despite her fear, moaned softly when he kissed her because there had not been a lot of care, tenderness or human contact in the past days of her life. She pressed her face against Chris, pushed against his neck like a pony might push its snout against its owners' body, to show that she enjoyed the contact. She was only slightly surprised when Chris kissed her head again and at the same time touched her left breast with his other warm hand, stroking her and gently pinching her nipple.

Her physical reaction was so massive that it outright shocked Scarlett: The nipple itself became hard in only a moment, every hair on her body stood up and a very special kind of warmth exploded in her crotch. This was another form of hunger, a deep and dark-feeling lust that she had never felt this way before. This did not go well together with everything her intellect told her about this situation: The gap between what her body wanted and what her mind said was so wide that it was nearly as if two entities were trapped in one female body.

Don't let him do this! Don't let him do this, because it will only make things worse! He must not do it, not like this, not with you in this state, or you will never get him to see you like he saw you back at the beach! Stop him, don't let him do this to you, not in the bondage and not with the hood and the gag. What kind of love is this supposed to be?? Meanwhile Chris was kissing her, stroking her, enjoying her scent and taste. "I'm so sorry about all this", he said with the voice of a man who was seeking absolution. Scarlett realized it was true: Giving him what he desired would be a big mistake, would be outright wrong. Granting him absolution would mean to give him carte blanche for the future, and that was a very dangerous thing to do.

But his touch felt so good and his body against hers made Scarlett's arousal grow so fast! He was already lying on top of her, pressing his crotch against hers. He was erected and hard, longing to enter her.

Scarletts lips quivered around the gag and she only managed to produce a half-hearted whine. She also weakly shook her head, but immediately stopped shaking it and instead produced a soft scream when he touched her pussy, fingers stroking her lips, thumb carefully pushing a bit into her warm flesh and already finding the hot, small button of her clitoris. She could only protest meekly as he began to massage it. Her useless arms flapped a little in the bonds, but only for moments. She spread her legs a bit further for him, sending him the ultimate signal that what he was doing was good and appreciated. She wanted him to make love to her, there was nothing else she wanted, no matter if she was tied up or gagged or blindfolded. She needed him so much!

"I will be careful", he whispered under his breath. "I will look out for you, I promise", he added and she made a mewing sound and shivered under his touch.

What he did then was unexpected: Instead of entering her he pulled back and helped her to turn around. Scarlett protested and shook her head, but it didn't seem to bother to Chris: He obviously wanted to have her from behind. While she struggled weakly against the restraints he already had her kneeling in front of him. When she protested louder and made an attempt to get away from him he grabbed the collar from behind, seemingly more driven by instinct than by evil instinct, and forced her to stay in position.

"It's fine, I just... I just don't want you to hurt your arms", he whispered. And maybe, just maybe that was what he really believed. However, Scarlett's further protests were in vain: Chris had felt with his fingers how moist she was and he was now affected by a fairly specialized kind fever. He pushed her back into position as she bucked, with her head on the floor, her ass raised and held by his hands at her waist. His knee got between her thighs from behind her, forced Scarlett to spread further and a moment later he was beginning to push himself into her.

And it felt so good! She was crying hot tears and shaking her head, drool dripping from her chin. She felt raped, and what was this if it wasn't rape in its true form? She had thought that she wanted him to make love to her and instead now she was getting fucked, was getting mounted. Didn't he realize what he was doing to her?

At the same time a lustful, raw moan escaped her throat and she ground against him, letting go of another piece of her dignity in the process.

There isn't that much left of it anyways. I'm cattle, maybe, in his eyes. Or I'm a slave. Whatever happens, no one will be able to take this away from me. I want this, I need this, and I think I deserve it so much after what I have been through!

Another part of Scarlett told her that yes, if she allowed him to do this then she indeed deserved what it entailed. As Chris grabbed her harness from behind and pulled her into a semi-upright position in the process she screamed into the gag, but at the same time realized how much her endurance had improved during the past days: The bonds, even though cutting deep into her flesh, didn't hurt her the same way they would have hurt her before. Even that her collar half strangled her didn't really bother Scarlett anymore: The muscles in her neck were stronger now, the blood pumped through her veins with more firm pressure than before. It was all bearable; it was all uncomfortable but not a torture anymore. She shuddered and sobbed, moaned and allowed Chris to pull her even closer against him while he was fucking her faster now, with harder thrusts and less empathy. He was grunting and moaning, kissing her shoulder and her arms, lost in his own insanity while she was enjoying hers.

She came suddenly, nearly peeing herself as the crisp orgasm hit her like a broken twig. She roared into the gag and -rearing up against the bondage - for a moment completely strangled herself. She didn't care if she lived or died, throwing herself against the pull of the harness and straps. Only a moment later Chris came as well, hurting her a little with his final thrust, then letting her slump to the floor and coming to rest half behind and half on top of Scarlett.

Afterwards they were both panting like mare and horseman after a long ride, slumped against each other. Scarlett wanted to touch him and was frustrated again by how little she could achieve with her useless, restrained arms. So she simply pressed her face against his body, like she had before.

"I had a suspicion about the leaves", he admitted to her surprise, as he hugged and patted and stroked her. "I wasn't sure, but I had seen how healthy the females are, despite their hard life. And when we reached the lake I just figured... well I just figured it might offer you to eat some of the stuff as well. You know, that it might help you to cope with the restraints."

"Uugh..." She was too tired to produce more than this weak moan.

"I know it is unfair", Chris said. "But you can't see yourself, Scarlett. You have become stronger during the past days. You cope so well with the bondage... are you aware that long-term bondage of this kind would be just impossible without the leaves? Whatever they do to you exactly, they make it possible for us to keep you like this and they make it bearable for you to be kept. No serious damage to your arms of your body, it's like a miracle. So I figure that this is the best that could happen to you and me, essentially. I don't know what we would be doing if I didn't have this stuff to feed you with."

She didn't know what to say. She didn't know if she still wanted to say anything. She was so frustrated, so degraded, exhausted and disappointed. Thinking about how all this had come to pass and why she was here, lost at sea and lost in the woods and caught in this nightmare with the warmth of her own orgasmic afterglow still pulsing inside her, she fell asleep again.