Davis trudged through the woods, glad for his heavy
pullover.  The air was cold, and when the winds whipped up,
it really bit at the exposed skin of face.  The jacket was
also heavy enough to keep the scratching branches and thorny
brambles from even being a bother.

     None of this could be said about the girl who trailed a
few steps behind him.  She was naked and barefoot and had
been this entire little stroll.  Well, she had two article
of “clothing,” handcuffs keeping her hands bound behind her
back and a thick leather dog collar that covered all of her
neck  It was just a little tight on her, just enough to
making breathing a smidge difficult.  Davis held the leash
attached to the collar, making sure she kept close enough to
him.  At he ever felt the leash go taunt, he would have
tugged, and hard.
     
     Once, back when she was first getting used to the
leash, his tugs would often pull her right off her feet.
That had made him laugh.  These days, to his disappointment,
he rarely ever got to tug – he could have at any time, but
he preferred to reserve that punishment for when she had
done something wrong.  Even when they had walked through the
briar patch, she had managed to keep up with him, despite
not being able to use her hands.  She was pretty scratched
up from it, red welts and thin red cut lines.  It looked
good on her, he thought, but how much more damage he could
have caused had he simple yanked her forward and dragged her
by the neck through the thorns.  Ah well, maybe on the way
home.
     
     She was a pretty girl, or so Davis thought; others
might disagree with that assessment, though few would say
she hadn’t been pretty before.  She used to have perfect,
smooth skin; large, round breasts with small nipples that
perked up a bit with a little attention.  She had had a
beautiful tan – and she used to tan topless, too, so no
stupid lines around her tits.  Very neat and well groomed
golden hair and sparkling blue eyes.  A soft tuft of hair
between her legs, too, but kept trim.  Her face had been
radiant, even innocent, once.
     
     Now, it was blank, mostly, resigned, or twisted up into
looks of pain.  He didn’t get that much anymore unless he
really worked for it.  She had been trained well, treated
harshly, and was used to the torment.  Her breasts were
considerably flatter than before from being squeeze
repeatedly in a large vice and all sort of stretched from
being suspended from his basement ceiling by them.  Her
nipples were longer from the various stretchings.  One had a
ring through it – once it had been a little metal thing but
now he had her at a four gauge ring and spoke of going
larger.  The other nipple had several metal rings secured
tightly around it, rising from the base.  As her nipple had
been stretched, a new ring had been added and old ones
tightened to squeeze it out more, elongating it.  A small
chain secured the piercing to the stretchers; Davis liked to
attach weights to it from time to time – there was a small
five pounder dangling there now.
     
     Her skin was marred with scars, cuts, bruises, and
welts.  There would be more after this hike, too.  She still
had no tan lines, but that was from being pale; she was
rarely let out of the house, only for special occasions like
today when Davis had a new treat for her.  Her hair was a
tangles mess, and not just from being out in the woods and
wind – now it had collected leaves and twigs and burs that
would take forever to come out.  The other girls would have
to work hard to get that clean again, and it would probably
hurt getting all of that crap out.
     
     The only hair she had was on her head and above her
eyes.  Everything else was removed and often.  The girls
cleaned each other regularly, lavishly soaping and bathing
and gently scrubbing.  Davis let them have those moments
together – the only tenderness any of them ever got was from
each other.  There was a large bath-tub Jacuzzi in the
basement so all the girls could get in at once and clean
each other off; they weren’t always dirty, of course, but
they all bathed together.  Usually it took a while, either
because he had gotten some of them so very dirty or because
one was so sore or wounded the other had to be particularly
careful.
     
     Davis liked the bathing for a few reasons.  First,
because the girls were so loving and gentle with each other,
if gave them a break from his torture for a while.  Constant
torture one can get used to, after all.  But pain was so
much more exquisite after moments of such love and peace.
He enjoyed watching it, too, because these girls really grew
to love each other very much, and that showed: he found that
sexy.   Also, with the bond that was created between the
girls, it made it so much more cruel when he made one of the
girls hurt another – cruel for both of them.  He enjoyed
that as well.
     
     Davis could no longer remember this one’s name, but he
was sure he knew it at one point.  In fact, had he wanted to
put some effort into his memory, he could probably force her
name back into his mind, but he didn’t really care.  He may
have called her by it once or twice in the beginning, but
that had been years ago.  She did not need a name now, none
of them did; names would be too good for them, and you
couldn’t treat them too well or they didn’t obey properly.
Besides, that’s not what they wanted anyway.  They wanted to
be treated harshly, like the dumb fuck-toys they were.
     
     He let go of the branch he had pushed out of his way,
and he turned to watch asit sprung back and smacked into her
tit, making the flesh wobble under the impact and her cry
out in pain.  It had been a heavy branch and had some force
when it snapped.  She had seen it coming and tensed up, but
she didn’t turn away from it, knowing that Davis wanted it
to hit her – she was a good girl.  Davis thought she might
have even angled herself to take the brunt of the hit on her
tits.  She was left gasping for air, but quickly ducked
under it to follow as he led.  Tears were in her eyes from
the pain, but she said nothing.  Her boobs were already
bright red from the hit, and her body trembled, but that was
probably from the cold, bitter wind.
     
     Davis led her up to the tree he had picked for this
occasion.  She didn’t know that, she thought this was all
random, but Davis liked to plan things out.  Don’t leave it
for chance.  The girl thought they were miles from the
house, but really, they weren’t too far.  Davis just took
the long way to make it harder on her.
     
     It wasn’t a super thick tree, just wide enough for her
to get her arms around it, and that’s exactly what he had
her do.  Uncuffing one hand, he ordered her to embrace the
tree and, when she had done so, he cuffed her back up.  He
had a length of rope which he tied tossed over a low hanging
branch on the side opposite her, then tied the rope together
through the cuffs.  She would be able to sink no lower than
a half squat, and doing so would press her tight against the
tree bark, squishing her tits.  At that point, even her
crotch and thighs would be against the tree, but that was
the point.
     
     There was a branch growing low to the ground, nearly
coming out of the roots, and it rose up between her body and
the main tree trunk, reaching a height just above her head.
Davis reached between her body and the tree, grapping his
intruding branch at about her navel level.  He wiggled the
branch as best he could, trying to break it off.  It smacked
her repeatedly: her face, her tits, her arms.  He struggled
and struggled with it, trying to twist it, but it was too
thick to break, as he knew it would be.  It was just fun to
beat her with it under the guise of trying to rip it down.
Her skin was red and lined with scratches; most were nothing
more than wicked welts, but several bled thin lines.

     Once he had had enough fun, he pulled out his knife and
sawed through the branch.  With a few quick strokes, he
cleaned the bark off the top few inches and rounded off the
end slightly.
     
     “Mount up,” he told her.
     
     She looked down at the wooden tree phallus pressed
against her waist.  She was surprised, but she immediately
began to maneuver herself into position.  She leaned as far
to one side, then lifted her leg.  It was awkward for her,
but she managed to lift herself up by her bonds and get her
leg over it.  She lowered her cunt down towards the branch.
     
     It definitely wasn’t the largest thing she had ever had
shoved up inside of her, but Davis figured it was thicker
than the average cock.  Besides, this wasn’t an exercise of
stretching – this was more fun than that.
     
     It took her some time to final get herself down on it,
but Davis let her take her time.  She was probably already
wet from the walk and especially that tree branch – that was
the type of stuff she liked.  She settled herself until she
was standing flat footed on the ground, hugging the tree,
the branch buried a few inches into her cunt.  Davis walked
around her, inspecting the impalement.  It got his hard to
see her bound with the branch jutting up into her like.
Like the tree itself was rapping her.  Very sweet.
     
     “Good,” he said.  “That looks very good.”  He held her
eyes as his hand undid his belt and pulled it from his
jeans.  A look crossed her eyes for a second – maybe fear,
maybe excitement, Davis wasn’t sure.  She knew what was
coming and she was ready for it.  Hell, she was longing for
it at this point.
     
     Davis stood behind her, his heavy leather belt in hand.
He waited a few seconds, watching her twitch nervously but
she never turned around.  They all knew better than that,
though she did stick her ass out a little as if begging for
the beating he was about to deliver.
     
     He obliged her, swinging his belt with all of his might
and landing a sharp crack on the soft flesh of her ass.  She
cried out and jumped a little, which ground her body into
the rough bark on the tree as she jerked up and forward away
from the lash.  This little jerk also had her sliding up and
down on the tree branch.  While de-barked, it was still no
very smooth, but Davis figured she probably enjoyed the
sensation of having it up inside her.
     
     He continued to whip her, loving the sound of her pain
and more than a little aroused by watching the her body
pumping up and down on the tree branch as her chest slid
across the bark.  He would have loved to whip her tits, too,
but there were a bit inaccessible the way she was tied.
     
     He only spent a few minutes belting her ass, but he had
managed to get them beet red with a ting of purple in some
places in that time.  He walked up behind her and slid a
hand across her ass, feeling the heat of her skin.  His hand
went lower, across her asshole and to her cunt.  The branch
was sopping wet from her juices.  Davis wasn’t surprised.
     
     “Well, if you’re so wet,” he said, his voice low and
cold as always.  “You’re just going to need to take care of
that.”
     
     She looked at him, her eyes pleading, imploring.  She
didn’t speak: he hadn’t asked a question of her or given her
permission to talk, but she made her wants know.  She was
horny and she wanted relief.
     
     “Okay.  Then fuck.”
     
     She was confused.
     
     “Fuck it.  Fuck it hard, and fuck it fast.”
     
     She reacted immediately, beginning to lower herself on
the branch.  She stopped suddenly, and look of utter panic
on her face.  She turned back to him, her eyes imploring
him, but Davis slapped her across the cheek for not obeying.
Her face jerked from the blow and smacked into the tree
trunk.  She was reeling for a moment, dazed from the hard
hit.  Davis gave her a few moments to collect herself.
     
     This time, once settled, she did exactly as he wanted.
She was crying again, but silently, which was fine.  Davis
allowed that.  Heavy sobbing and loud pleading and
sniffling, that pissed him off.  That required punishment,
sever punishment.  He usually got violent at that point.
     
     She was going slowly, but she lowered herself as far as
her bonds would let her.  She was cringing in pain the whole
way, and she grunted and groaned from the effort of taking
it inside of her.  Davis wasn’t surprised by her ordeal.
After all, the entire length that she had just lowered
herself onto was still rough with bark and knots and small
nubs.  Davis had made no effort to clean up any more of the
branch that what was in her while standing.
     
     She drew herself up, watching his face for any sign
that she would have to do that no more than once, but he was
unrelenting.  Once she got to the top of her stroke, back to
a full stand, she lowered herself again.
     
     Davis, not impressed with her speed, reached out
suddenly and gave her shoulder a hard push down.  His force
knocked her down as far as she could go, even gave her arms
a good jarring in the processes when they ran out of slack.
She screamed as the rough thing impaled the soft insides of
her cunt, ripping into her flesh.
     
     “I said fast and hard.”
     
     She nodded.  It took a while for her pace to really
reach what Davis would consider a decent fuck speed, but she
eventually made it and humped the tree branch in earnest.
Her express of agony never once cleared from her face, and
that’s just how Davis wanted it.  Every time the branch slid
up into her, it hurt like hell and he could see it displayed
clearly for his enjoyment.  That was the point.
     
     She rose up and to a stand, then squatted down, bending
at the knees to the limit of her mobility, then rose again
to a stand.  As her body slid again the tree trunk, her
stomach and thighs were being rubbed raw from the bark and
her tits bounced against the wood.  Sometimes the chain
connecting her nipple ring to the nipple stretchers would
snag on the gnarled bark and yank hard on her tits when the
slack was pulled taut – it only added to her torment.
     
     Davis was horny as hell watching his slave fuck herself
on the tree.  He loved to see his girls hurting themselves
for his amusement, and she in no small amount of pain, but
he would not be fucking her – that just wasn’t part of the
plan.  This was not about sex, this was about his power over
her.  All he had to do was order it, and she was fuck that
tree until her cunt was in taters and her tits were raw and
bleeding from smacking into the bark.  That was what
mattered – his power over her.  His power to cause her pain.
And he was going to continue to exercise that power.  He
stepped up behind her and spread her ass cheeks apart with
one hand.  He leaned in, pressing his face against hers.
     
     “I’ve got something else for you, too.”  He swung his
other hand up and rammed the other side of the branch into
her ass, shoving a good three inches right up inside with
one swing.  He had rounded off the broken end while she had
been fucking the branch, but other than the very tip of it,
he left all the bark on it.
     
     She screamed.  Oh god, how she screamed!  He continued
to apply pressure, slowly twisting the branch back and forth
as he worked it deeper and deeper into her tight ass.  He
wiggled it around, giving it some hard turns and whirls,
letting the rough texture and woody knots bite at her flesh.
All the while she cried and screamed, jerking hard against
the cuffs that kept her arms bound to the tree.  She
struggled against him, but his grip was firm and powerful,
holding her body hard against the rough bark as he invaded
her ass with the torturous stick.
     
     He forced it up inside her body until he could get no
more into of her.  Then he yanked it almost entirely out and
thrust it back up again.  She was sobbing constantly now,
her tears flowing like twin rivers down her cheeks.
Satisfied by the depth which the stick resided in her
rectum,  he twisted it around a few times causing her to
scream out in agony again.  Had she not been so experienced
and well trained, she’d have been pleading with him to stop,
but she knew better.
     
     Davis pulled the slave down as far as her chain would
allow, testing the length, and the raced her up a couple
inches before wedging the end of stick protruding from her
against the ground.  He retrieved the hammer and nails he
had left her when he located this spot and made the plan.
The slave reacted immediately, her eyes widening with
terror.  Davis almost laughed.  He loved that look.
     
     But much to her surprise, the nail was not for her.  He
nailed the branch sticking out of her as to the tree root.
She could not move it from its place and at the angle he had
positioned it, she could not stand high enough to get her
ass off of it.  Unless it was cut or the nail removed, that
branch was not escaping her anus.
     
     Davis pushed his the girl down, forcing her back down
to the maximum allowance of her bonds.  She was panting in
pain, the rough shaft in her ass poking deep into the soft
flesh of her insides.  Going any deeper would pierce her
rectum, Davis was sure, but he did not need her to go any
further.
     
     “How yourself here.”
     
     Her eyes were closed as she coped with the pain, but
she nodded to show she had heard and would obey.  Davis
grabbed her left tits, crushed it hard against the tree
trunk and slid it down as far as he could pull it.  He
shifted his grip, smashing her boob flat, until he was
pinning her nipple as far around the circumfrance of the
trunk as he could get it.  He smacked her across the face,
and she looked at him; her peered into her eyes and smiled
as he held up a nail in his free hand.  She cringed, knowing
exactly what he planned.
     
     Davis place the tip of the nail against the nipple, and
holding her tit in place with his forearm, and the nail with
that hand, he raised his hammer and gave it a smack.  She
screamed, her voice echoing through the otherwise silent
forest.  It took a few taps to get the nail solidly embedded
in the tree, but he had expected that and didn’t mind giving
it the extra taps to secure if firmly.
     
     Davis then went around to her over breast and did the
same thing, flattening it against the rough bark, crushing
it as far around the trunk as he could physically stretch
it, and then nailing the nipple into place.
     
     It was a beautiful, eloquent torture, really.  The
sticks in her ass and pussy where digging deep into her
tender flesh and the cuffs were biting into the skin of her
wrists, and in order to relieve that pain, she would have to
rise to a stand.  Now, she had some pull in her tits to move
up, but only a little bit; she might be able to stand fully,
but the to her tits would just be excruciating.  She
wouldn’t be able to stay standing.  She would have to lower
herself again on the sticks.
     
     Now, she might find a equilibrium in there were the
sticks were not jabbing her and her nipples were not being
pulled to badly, but that would be holding her body in a
squat, which would make her legs ache and burn.  She could
not hold that position for very long with nothing to support
her weight but her quads.
     
     Davis admired his handiwork.  It was exactly what he
liked to do with his slaves – but them in a position where
they had to hurt themselves.  She had to choose if she was
going to torture her cunt and ass or her tits.  She would
most likely end up doing both, lowering herself until she
could not take the pain inside of her pelvis and then rising
to her fit until her poor nipples could take no more abuse.
And the slow rising and falling of her body would work those
rough branches in and out of her orifices with ever position
shift; guaranteeing the maximum amount of pain: she would
wait until she absolutely could not stand the agony any more
before making such a shift up of down the branches.
     
     It was simple, but oh so perfect.  But he had one more
trick to play.  He set the hammer on the branch her
handcuffs were on.  It would not fall unless the branch
receieved a decent shake, but she was sure at some point she
would fall back on it or the chain would catch it during one
of her moves.  He had little doubt the hammer would fall
eventually, and if it didn’t, well, then she escaped some of
the worst of it.
     
     But if it did fall, the hammer would land on a bee
hive, breaking into the thin shell and releasing the swarm.
The hive was far enough away that they had yet to disturb it
yet, not with it being so cold – the insects were less
active now.  But if provoked, he had no doubt his slave
would be stung.  Davis had not way of knowing how big the
hive was or how many would sting her.  She wasn’t allergic
to bee stings, but enough of them could kill a person.  He
didn’t want her to die – he rather enjoyed playing with this
slave; she had served him well.  But he could get a new one
easily enough if he had to.
     
     Davis looked her over again, making sure everything was
in place.  She was already shifting up to a stand, the
strain of pain on her face as the bark clawed at her cunt
and ass and her nipples were stretched.  “I’ll be back later
to retrieve you,” he told her and started to walk off.  She
whimpered as he left, knowing she would be there alone for a
long time.  It would be long after dark when he came to
retrieve her, if he even came back at all.