Lost At Sea

Scarlett knew it! She had known it since the very second when she had recognized the items which the Natives had left for them on the flat rock. In that moment, when she had anticipated what Chris would want to do, panic had taken her heart into a cold, relentless grip. Because, clearly, the gear was meant for her! And Chris was no longer in the condition to understand that putting it to use was plain wrong. With that in mind she had done the only thing that still seemed to make sense: She had tried to run away, no matter what the consequences would be.

Of course it had been futile: He was much faster and stronger than her and he had caught her in no time. Of course he didn't listen to her pleas to take the gag out of her mouth, instead talked soothing nonsense and dragged her back to the bottom of the stairs no matter how much she tried to get through to him. He talked to her no longer like someone would talk to another human, he talked like she, when she had still been a teenage girl, had talked to her favorite pony! The fact that all he had to do was take that fucking gag out of her mouth so that he could listen to what she had to say didn't even seem to occur to him anymore!

As he forced her to kneel and began preparing the new, heavier harness behind her back, all she could so was stare ahead with a baffled, bewildered look on her face. Scarlett understood, with what was left of her own logical thinking, that somehow her new diet of leaves, leaves and more leaves affected her, increased her physical limits, strengthened her libido, made it harder to think coherently. There was something in those plants that forced the change on her. What else could be the explanation for the way she felt increasingly horny even though she was disgusted and scared and so desperate?

But what was changing Chris?

Now that Scarlett knelt here, desperately trying to collect some clear thoughts, trembling with fear and still feeling that degrading warmth in her crotch, she realized that this had happened before! There was a reason why the two men together with Zoe and Swantje had never returned to the beach. It had happened to them, and now it was happening to Chris and Scarlett as well. They had thought themselves to be so civilized, so refrlected, so clever! And instead they had walked straight into a trap...

She had to tell Chris! She had to warn him! When he loosened the straps around her wrists and forearms she began flailing, fighting to stop him from tying her up again. Her sweaty hands flapped around wildly, her half-numb fingers tried to reach the knots and breeches that were still holding her under relative control. This was the best chance she had gotten in days and she had, she just had to make something out of it!

But her relative freedom lasted only for seconds: Chris had little trouble grabbing her arms, forcing them right into the new set of straps and laces that was already waiting for them.

"Come on, stop being so damn childish... don't do that, just hold still. Be a good one and don't make this hard for me Scarlett."

He removed one part of the harness after another, only to replace each with the heavier, stricter version the natives had provided. Scarlett screamed into her gag like a madwoman when she felt how easy it was for him to belt her elbows and wrists, how the new collar felt even heavier and more cruel around her throat than the old one, how the harness took shape piece by piece as Chris led leather belts around her body and shoulders. Soon she was corseted in a way that rendered about any form of resistance impossible. A broad crotch-strap was belted and secured especially tight. When the soft leather parted her lips and gently slipped between them Scarlett shuddered violently from the explosion of moist heat that it caused in her genital. Her clitoris was more sensitive than it had ever been before!

"I know you aren't exactly thrilled about it, but it's just necessary", Chris explained with a firm voice while he worked on Scarlett, pushed her back to her knees every time she tried to raise. He ignored all her pleads for mercy. When he began to force her arms into a back prayer position and she screamed in shrill protest he just pushed her down harder. "Now don't be so damn fussy, I can see that your arms are just fine. I know it's an unusual position, but that's what the harness is designed for. Come on, buck it up and don't... be so damn ... whiny..."

Since she fought him with all that was left of her strength it took him a few more seconds until Scarlett's folded arms had been forced into the desired position. Her hands between her shoulder blades and her elbows pointing down made her feel so weird, so cruelly altered that she roared like a tortured animal. But what really completed the horror of all this was something else: Scarlett could feel and knew with every fiber of her being that he was right, that her arms were in good shape and could take the strain from the bondage easily. She had never been so fit before, so lean and flexible. As long as she would be getting her regular application of the balm her arms would get used to this with no problem, just as they had gotten used to the other form of bondage that had felt so impossibly cruel at the beginning. And that, even though from a naive viewpoint it would sound like good news, was in truth the reason for the hellish fate that seemed to await her now.

Chris pulled the leather pouches over her hands, making her fingers useless, and knotted them together. Then he reached for the gag and unlaced it.

This is my last chance, Scarlett thought, her anxious mind racing desperately. My last chance to talk to him, to make this insanity stop. I need to pull myself together, I need to be quick... use the few precious words that I can get out wisely, talk reason into him, make sure he understands that we are about to create our own hell! Maybe I can remind him of the people we used to be and the life we used to have. This must not be the end!

As Chris took the rubber wedge from her drool-smeared lips she blurted out:

"Chris, do'n...g hhuugh!!"

He had been much too fast, had grabbed her chin relentlessly and pushed the new gag between her teeth within a second. The U-shaped bit was pretty large and thick and reached far into her mouth. The wood was coated with leather and tasted just as bitter as the rubber wedge had. The device pushed Scarlett's tongue down and immobilized it mostly, making comprehensible speech impossible. She gagged for a few seconds, her eyes watering, while Chris held her in his tight grip and tightened the head harness. He connected it with the headgear, the hood and blinders that she was already wearing. The straps found the impressions that the improvised headgear had made on Scarlett's cheeks and forehead before.

She screamed in protest, but then he tightened the gear some more and she realized how useless it all was, how muffled her wailing sounded and how she had failed. The hopelessness of her situation made her wail like a caught animal.

More straps went into place, the last laces were knotted. Her ankles were hobbled with a new strap, a pair of heavy leather shoes that felt more like boots were put on her feet. Chris worked fast and dedicated and finally stroked her back, kissed her cheek, leashed her again.

"You are going to be fine", he told Scarlett. "You are going to get used to it and you are going to cope with it as long as it's necessary. Remember, I will look after you until it's safe to free you again."

The shocking thing wasn't even that he said something as stupid as that, the shocking thing was that, on a certain level, it made her feel better! He tugged the leash lightly and she got up with her legs trembling, her nostrils flaring when she realized how tightly the crotch-strap was pressed against her pussy, how intense the sensations that it produced were. But she didn't protest anymore because she was quite sure that Chris wouldn't care anyways. And indeed, even though the little that was still visible of her face was smeared with sweat, snot and tears there was no bad conscience in his eyes anymore. He was smiling while he began leading her towards the stairs.

Walking in the new harness, with the heavy shoes on her feet and her arms tied into that new, worse position was very hard. But the hardest thing, Scarlett thought while she began to climb the side of the hill behind Chris, was the constant stimulation from the crotch-strap. This weird sort of hornyness which had established itself over the course of the past days seemed to be a part of her now. The exhaustion, discomfort and despair did not diminish it in any way. With stiff nipples and warm moisture soaking the crotch-strap she stumbled after Chris, fighting for sanity and clinging to those parts of herself that were still left. Oh God, I hope he does it again with me when he sets up camp she thought longingly, realized only a moment later how wrong that was and groaned loudly in protest against her own increasing dementia. But the throbbing heat that filled her swollen clit remained and did not allow her to ignore it for the rest of her burdensome journey.