Looking around you can't see a thing, although you can make out a darker form ahead. It seems solid, tall and wide. As you get closer you see that it's a wall or a tall fence. For some reason you feel like you might know this place, but you're certain you've never been to this precise location.
Above the wall the sky seems brighter. You're not sure if that would mean there's a light-source on the other side, or if it's just that the trees aren't in the way anymore.
It isn't until your right next to it that you can see that there's a hole cut into the tall, solid, wooden fence with another structure not too far within the hole.
Did Todd want you to tie yourself to this somehow?
Looking around you can dimly make out something sticking out from the ground a foot or two to the left of the hole. On the right side you see another stake or rod. Obviously that's what you're supposed to tie your feet to, but what about your hands, and what do you bend over?
It dawns on you suddenly that you're supposed to lean into the hole. Cautiously poking your head forward, feeling protective of your silken locks you stick your head through the hole and look up and around.
It seems deeper within, giving you more than enough room to lean forward, and you realize there's a rough ledge of some sort running horizontal to the ground. It isn't until you feel around that you find something you can be tied to. Roughly two feet below coarse ledge is a wooden rod. Daintily feeling the bar you find it has thicker ends, which probably means you bind your hands to it.
You're not sure what the point of having your head in a hole is, but you shrug and set to work.
It's easy to tie your feet to the stakes, though it's a little awkward doing it without head-butting the wall in front of you.
Once your feet are secured you find that you might have pulled them a little too far apart, but you don't feel like your circulation is cut off so you gingerly pull yourself through the hole, expecting at any moment to run into a spider web.
"Now how do I do this?" you wonder aloud. Binding only hand to the rod is easy enough, but you've no idea how to bind the other tightly. You just start trying to pull the zip line tighter when a hand smacks your butt, making you yelp. Bound as you are you can't jump much.
"Not quite tight enough," Todd's voice says, bringing a sigh of relief from you.
"Hey!" you protest as you feel his arm reaching through the gap.
"Hold the bar with both hands, you chest on the platform. Grimacing you lower your torso onto the rough surface, feeling like splinters are jabbing at your sensitive flesh, and nearly yelp as something scurried away.
Todd jerks the zip line tight around your wrist, distracting you from whatever creatures might be sharing the space with you, and he reaches in on the other side to make that restraint tighter still. You try straightening experimentally, but find you can't quite lift yourself enough for your breasts to clear the irritating platform or its coarse surface.
"Nice and snug," Todd says, and you can practically feel the smirk on his face. There's a faint clanking sound and then you feel something press against your asscheek.
"What are you doing?" you ask, your breath speeding up. Was he going to fuck you like this? Was that his plan? |