Lost At Sea

Birds chirped, insects buzzed, the jungle was bright and colorful. Behind Chris, Scarlett groaned and wheezed as she tried to keep up with his pace. It seemed to be hard for the girl, since she still had to get used to the stricter bondage and the heavy 'hooves' she was forced to wear now.

Looking back at her for a moment, Chris found that she looked quite inhuman with her body compressed by the straps and belts, gagged and masked, sweat and drool dripping from her chin - but she was nonetheless so sexy that it was hard to keep a cool head about it. He could not forget how they had both enjoyed sex last night, how she had convulsed and twitched beneath him as he mounted and fucked her. He wanted to do it again as soon as possible, wanted to kiss and smell and taste her and make her twitch and moan like that again. Being with her was like being with an exotic, wild animal or a force of nature that only he had the power to control.

His heart was light and his mood was exceptional, realizing that he had lived up to Scarlett's expectations and more than that so far, that he had proven he could be the go-getter he had always aspired to be.

They were alive and well-fed after all, and that was a lot more than they could have hoped for only a week ago. They had had to make sacrifices, sure - but those sacrifices had paid off remarkably, providing them with a golden opportunity to explore the forest, the city and now the final secret, the one that would be waiting for them atop this steel hill.

And the best thing: Chris had felt bad about what he was forced to do, had doubted if this was the right way and if he was following a good course. But the bad conscience and negative feelings that he had before were gone now. It was a miracle for him to feel like this, after self-doubts had been his constant companions for all his adult life!

Such a massive weight had been taken off his heart and shoulders that he imagined he only would have to jump high enough and he would glide through the air, freed from gravity's grip like the glittering pollen that filled the air around them whenever a light breeze went through the vegetation.

But until I finally learn how to fly, he thought with an ironic grin, I guess we have to get atop this hill the conventional way. And that means we need to pause soon, or else Scarlett is not going to make it, leaves or not.

It was true: They had found the stairs around noon and had started to follow them on early afternoon, after he had finally managed to catch and 'tame' Scarlett. While he had been lost in his thoughts they had been wandering for approximately two hours. By now the sun was already beginning to sink towards the horizon again, its bright shine taking on a reddish tint. Chris looked back and estimated that they had brought a third of the distance to the top behind them at best. Sure, they could look down at a large part of the overgrown city by now, but the largest part of the hill was still above them, hidden behind the foliage and the same thick mist that they had also seen from below.

"Better to prepare camp", he told himself and then realized that Scarlett had heard it too. She wasn't exactly thrilled about it and flared her nostrils, trying to shake her head in spite of the heavy collar.

"Don't be like that", Chris told her with a smile and stroked her a bit. She was slick with sweat again, trembling in her bonds. "Did you seriously think we could reach the top before it gets dark? You can barely stand anymore and I can hear the growling of your stomach - you need water and food and rest. We can continue our journey tomorrow."

She didn't cause a fuss, just moaned a bit and kept following him on the leash without further complaints as he looked for a good place to set up the camp. Finally he found one, close beside the path, on a tiny clearing between trees and large blooming flowers. He let Scarlett do her business behind one of the bushes and cleaned her, prepared a small fire , collected water from a nearby creek and brought it to her. He was almost reluctant to take the gag out of her mouth, but she seemed to have understood what the deal was here and that breaking it wouldn't do her much good, so she drank greedily without even trying to talk.

He fed her with leaves and watched her munch them with a look on her face that was hard to read (due to the hood and blinders) but seemed a bit doubtful. Just, what did it matter? Doubtful or not, Scarlett was hungry and devastated, and she needed the food direly. She ate what he fed her, green juice running down her chin, and she turned around with the faintest hesitation when he too the balm from the backpack she had carried and offered her to apply it to her arms.

The back prayer position had been cruel to them and the straps had sunk deep into her flesh, but circulation was still good and she obviously could still feel and move them, as much as the restraints allowed. The first thing Chris did was make sure that the harness was still in place - which it was - and that she had not managed to loosen her bondage - which she hadn't. The second thing was that he pulled the pouches from her hands and checked on her fingers, found them red and a bit swollen but in good shape apart from that and - to her audible dismay - quickly rendered them useless again with the pouches.

"Can I..." Her speech sounded yet more slurred, her voice was coarse and tired. There wasn't much hope left in it. "Ppplease... can... I... without the pou...pou..." She could not really pronounce it anymore and didn't sound as if she even realized how defeated she sounded by now. Her voice trailed away, her wide eyes stared in wonder at her surroundings.

"They stay on", Chris said softly. He rubbed the balm into her flesh with rigorous determination, her skin absorbing the substance in no time. "Why would you want them off anyways... just to entertain the fantasy that you might find a way to free yourself? That's silly, and you know it. The bondage is much too strict and much too secure for that." He kissed Scarlett's head. "And don't talk again, please." Then he kissed her forehead, next came the small bit of skin of her cheek that was not covered. Finally he kissed the girl's trembling lips while she stared at him in wonder. She returned the kiss not without pleasure, but nibbled a little hesitant on his lower lip, as if she was already forgetting how kissing was supposed to be done. When he put the U-shaped bit back in her mouth he saw the same look of despair on her face as before on such occasions, but just so for a second.

He was tired and energized at the same time. Before he knew it he was dipping a piece of cloth into the creek and using the water to carefully clean Scarlett's skin wherever she was not covered in and restrained by the harness and bondage. Shuddering she leaned against him while he tended to her. She closed her eyes, relaxing so much that she half fell asleep, and only when he touched her nipples and began kissing her breasts did she open them again. She looked at him with wide round eyes and he could see that the look of despair was still there, just diluted by her confusion and her arousal. Her cheeks were strawberry-red and her pussy, Chris found as he slipped a finger under the crotch-strap, was moist, her clitoris swollen in a pleasant way. Scarlett flinched, as he touched it, and then rubbed against his hand.

He found that the process of his transformation was not yet ended, that he was still continuing to change. With a new level of insight, with clarity he had not thought to be possible even half a day ago, Chris realized: Scarlett would never want to live like this, she'd rather be dead. If she was here and could still talk she'd beg me to kill her instead of forcing her to live like this. But I'm erasing her old self anyways, so what does it matter? She is gone already. Was he turning into a sociopath? With a grade of honesty he could not have suffered before he concluded that this might be the case, but that it could only help them in their endeavor: His weak former self would never have been able to muster the strength to do what needed to be done.

He turned his female around and spread her legs, and when she pushed her ass against him accompanied by a whining noise he penetrated her from behind, pushed deep into the warm, sticky wetness. The last time he had still tried to do a kind of foreplay with her and to stroke her, please her, show her he cared. By now he was quite sure that she wouldn't be able to value his efforts anyways, and so he was more than just content to concentrate on his own pleasure, grabbing her at the waist and using her with hard, deep thrusts. She gasped and wheezed beneath him and did her best to move in his rhythm, working hard to get the best out of being used. Her muscles twitched beneath the shining skin, the whole female taut as a bow. For Chris, it was no longer a confusing thought to remember how he had met Scarlett at the beach, the memory even increased his enjoyment.

The female didn't orgasm this time, but he could sense she had been very close. When he came and pumped into her and she realized that her time was up, she produced a drawn-out moan with all the frustration and disappointment in it that such a sweet, dumbed-down creature could possibly feel. He laughed, catching his breath, sank to the ground next to her and patted her encouragingly. "It's fine, you may be luckier next time. Don't be angry, just look forward to your next opportunity."

Chris wasn't sure if she understood him, but she definitely had understood what the good-mooded tone meant in which he had spoken to her. She cuddled against him and together they feel asleep soon afterwards.

He only awoke once this night, and only for seconds: Drowsy, he thought for a moment that he had been awakened by the female's sobbing. Or had that been a dream? Now that he was awake she was very still in his arms and breathed quietly. Within seconds he fell asleep again and this time slept without further disturbances until next morning.