Except for the usual sounds, the woods were silent again. The wind moved softly through the leaves, making them rustle and whisper at Judy. Here and there birds sang in the trees. There was a sudden rustle that made Judy jerk and turn in shock. But it was only a squirrel prying through the dry leaves in search of a nut. Without much hope, Judy tested her bonds again.
"Jimmy?" she called out hesitantly. "Are you there?"
The only answer was a new puff of wind brushing over Judy's naked body, drying the juices of her passion in her crotch.
"Billy, where are you?" Judy called out, a little louder. She wanted desperately for someone to come and help her. At the same time, she was terrified to call out too loudly, afraid of who might come and find her in such a helpless and exposed position.
"Jimmy… Billy," she called again, her heart pounding with fear. She gulped, fighting down the panic that threatened to overwhelm her. A wave of goose bumps swept up her body, making her shiver in spite of the warm summer sun. Terror was a huge lump in her throat, making it hard to swallow. Bands of fear seemed to be squeezing her ribs, making it hard to breathe as well.
"Jimmy… Billy," she cried again, louder, trying to keep her voice from shaking with fear. In reply, there was only the sound of the wind and the birds. Even the squirrel seemed to have abandoned her. Then she heard a scrabbling near her feet and looked down. The squirrel was climbing up the tree between her legs! Pausing, his legs spread wide, his little paws gripping the bark, the squirrel cocked his head to one side, gazing at Judy with one liquid brown eye.
"Shoo, go away," Judy said, trying to discourage the fuzzy little animal.
The squirrel ignored her order, scrambling a little further up the tree. He sniffed at the inside of Judy's thigh curiously, just above her knee. His whiskers tickled on the tender bare skin, making Judy shiver. He crept higher up the tree, his fur brushing along Judy's thigh, making goose bumps sweep over her again.
"Go away," Judy begged the little intruder. Her voice only made him pause and study her again, his bright little eyes curious. His whiskers wiggled as his nose twitched.
Judy bit her lip in vexation at the animal's curiosity. He kept coming, drawing nearer and nearer Judy's wide-open crotch. Then he turned aside, and Judy heaved a sigh of relief. She felt so terribly vulnerable and exposed with her legs spread as they were. The thought of the squirrel poking into her exposed slit made her shake with fear. Now the little animal had turned aside, heading around the tree. But he came up against Judy's leg and again his whiskers tickled against the tanned, tender flesh of her thigh. Then his little paw reached out to touch her, his claws pricking her skin. Seemingly satisfied, be climbed onto Judy's thigh, his claws scratching at her as he fought for traction on her smooth skin. Judy prayed he would quickly cross, then get back on the tree. Instead, to her horror, the squirrel resumed his upward course, right on her thigh. His tail trailed a tickly path behind the scratching of his claws as he climbed. He reached Judy's waist and hesitated, his tail twitching, brushing over Judy's upper thigh.
"Go away," Judy hissed, and was rewarded only by a further twitch of the squirrel's tail. His feet felt really weird-his claws were sharp, stinging, while the pads of his feet were sort of leathery, and cold and warm at the same time. He resumed his climb up Judy's side, and the sensation of his feet scrabbling over her bare flesh made her want to giggle, and at the same time made her muscles twitch spasmodically.
The squirrel came even with Judy's breasts and paused again. By twisting her head and straining, Judy could see the little animal hesitating, his path up her side blocked by her arm. She prayed he would turn back, or get on the tree.
Instead, he turned the other way, starting across Judy's chest, his claws scratching at the sensitive, tender mound of Judy's breast. His whiskers brushed over her nipple, and the little bud stiffened and stood up, catching the squirrel's attention and making him pause a second, sniffing the peak curiously. The tickling of his nose and whiskers only made Judy's nipple stand up further.
"Go away, damn it," Judy swore, but the little animal didn't even look up.
Instead, he tested her nipple with his sharp rodent teeth, to see if her nipple were some new kind of nut. The sharpness of his front teeth was painful, and Judy let out a little yip from the pain. At the same time, the nip of the squirrel's teeth sent a jolt of pleasure through her.
"Now cut that out," Judy cried, desperately shaking and struggling against the ropes in an attempt to dislodge the squirrel. He only dug his claws into her skin harder in order to hang on. He nipped her tit again, sending another jolt of pain and pleasure through her. Then, evidently deciding her nipple was not edible, at least for squirrels, he moved on across Judy's chest, his claws scratching her skin. His paws tangled, in the strands of hair trailing down to her chest, pulling at them and making Judy wince with the pain.
"Go away, damn it," Judy swore again. The heaving of her ribs made the squirrel hang on for dear life. The little animal started to obey her this time, turning and crawling head first down her torso, his legs spread wide for a good grip.
His tail tickled between Judy's breasts as he crawled lower. She heaved a sigh of relief, then gulped. He was crossing her belly button. Spread eagled around the tree like a virgin sacrifice, Judy was helpless as the squirrel again neared her naked, totally vulnerable slit. She didn't even have enough pubic hair to shield her sex from the curious animal. Judy threw her, head back and said a silent prayer. It went unanswered. Instead the squirrel crept lower and lower, his whiskers tickling over Judy's bare tummy, making her suck in her breath abruptly. The sudden caving in of her stomach almost dislodged the squirrel. He paused and chattered angrily, his tail jiggling and twitching, tickling Judy even more.
Then he was silent and crept a little lower. Judy could feel the twitching of his whiskers as he sniffed at her body, and she almost cried. The squirrel was getting closer and closer to her most private parts. The faint aroma from her sex seemed to attract him, drawing him closer and closer. His claws scratched at the tender skin where Judy's thighs joined her body, making her whimper softly. His whiskers tickled on the insides of both thighs as he sniffed right down between her legs. The soft fur of his chin brushed the upper end of Judy's slit, sending a tickling jolt of pleasure through her. His nose poked into her slit further down, and Judy felt a wave of heat roar upward through her body from the touch. The feeling of the squirrel hovering at her crotch, his nose poking into her sex, his fur brushing the sensitive skin of her belly and pussy, sent wave after wave of excitement roaring through Judy, making her roll her head against the trunk of the tree. The muscles of her thighs twitched and writhed uncontrollably as the squirrel continued his bold investigation of her nearly hairless crotch. Judy bit her lip with passion-terrified, humiliated, but incredibly stimulated by the squirrel's intimate investigation. It was driving her toward that incredibly good feeling again, and Judy wanted it to happen. She didn't care what the squirrel did to her, she just wanted that delicious feeling to sweep over her again. And then it was there, that wonderful tide of pleasure, wringing a long, whimpering cry of pleasure from her. She wasn't even aware of the pricking of his claws anymore, just that delicious melting down of everything inside of her into a bubbling puddle of pleasure.
As the feeling faded away, leaving Judy limp and exhausted, there was a sudden crashing sound in the leaves and brush that made her jerk with fear. The squirrel, also terrified by the sudden racket, whirled, his claws digging into Judy's belly. Without a pause he scrambled painfully up and across Judy. He hit the trunk of the tree and went up and around it, his feet rasping over the bark.
Judy looked around, seeking the source of the racket, panic threatening to overwhelm her again.
A huge dog bounded into the clearing, crashing through the wall of underbrush.
The squirrel, about even with Judy's ear, chattered angrily and ran up the tree. The dog caught sight of the little gray animal and thundered over to the tree, barking ferociously. With a leap, he tried to go up the tree after the squirrel. Fortunately for Judy, he was at her side or his reaching paws would have ripped across her helplessly exposed body. As it was, his paws tore at her arm, his claws raising angry welts across her forearm. His barking deafened Judy as he snapped and snarled at the squirrel. The squirrel seemed bent on torturing the dog, and hung from the tree, just out of reach, chattering angrily. The cacophony threatened to deafen Judy. The squirrel ceased its swearing and scrambled higher, finally reaching a low limb, and climbing out on it. As the squirrel retreated, the dog eased its attack and backed away from the tree, still barking angrily. Judy eyed the big dog warily. It was mostly German shepherd. It looked like the same dog she had seen running off through the woods earlier, near her house. Fortunately it, or rather he, seemed oblivious to Judy's presence. The dog was very obviously a male.
Judy froze against the trunk of the tree, not daring to move, hoping that the dog would ignore her completely. Normally she was not afraid of dogs. But facing this one, as large and ferocious as it looked, and as helpless as she was, she wanted only for him to go away and leave her alone.
The squirrel ran further out the limb, and the dog followed, still barking furiously. The taunting presence of the squirrel was driving the dog mad with rage, and Judy eyed the big animal warily. All She needed was to be bound helpless against the trunk of the tree, sharing the lonely clearing with a male dog! Hopefully, the squirrel would lead the big dog away and leave Judy safely alone again.
The squirrel paused, farther out on the limb now, and cursed at the dog. The dog bounded high in the air in a futile attempt to reach the teasing squirrel.
Judy wanted to throw something at the saucy squirrel to drive him away. He seethed determined to totally enrage the big shepherd. As the two animals swore at each other, Judy puffed to blow a strand of hair away from her face and swore at both of the animals.
The squirrel ran further out the branch making it bend low with his weight. The dog followed hopefully along, snarling, his eyes glued on the offensive little animal. The squirrel continued along the, branch, along the gradually narrowing pathway. Near the tip, he lost his footing for a second, and Judy was sure he was going to plummet straight down the throat of the big dog. Evidently the dog thought the same thing and jumped wildly, trying to reach the tail of the squirrel. He was inches short. Regaining his footing, the squirrel continued along the branch. Without a pause, he went straight out to the end and leaped off into space, his legs flung wide, his tail streaming out behind him.
The dog went mad, convinced he had a meal coming. But, at the last possible second, he saw the meal snatched away from him, almost out of his mouth, as the squirrel landed on the branch of a neighboring tree, clinging desperately to the flimsy twigs at the end. The branch flexed dangerously from the impact, bending perilously close to the snapping jaws of the dog, and the squirrel's tail actually whipped between the dog's gleaming teeth, but just as his jaws closed with a snap, the branch whipped upward, lifting the squirrel out of harm's way, leaving the big dog snapping at thin air. Then, as the dog tumbled to the leaves, the squirrel dashed away up the branch, heading for solid safety at the trunk. By the time the dog had recovered his balance, the squirrel was out of sight.
The dog, apparently a little dazed, looked around the clearing. Then he shook himself, sending a cloud of leaves and twigs flying from his fur. He lifted his nose and sniffed curiously, and Judy froze. She said a silent prayer, hoping that the big dog would find a new trail that would lead him out of the hollow.
She liked dogs, but not this way.
The dog sniffed among the leaves, seemingly in no hurry to depart. Something caught his attention and he burrowed through the leaves, tossing the brown, dry scraps aside, snuffling noisily. He pursued a meandering trail across the clearing, drawing slowly closer to Judy. Reaching the spot where Polly and Jake had screwed, the dog stopped and, investigated the leaves intently. Something there seemed to fascinate him, and he sniffed and snorted vigorously, pushing the leaves aside with his nose. He sniffed carefully over the rumpled patch where Jake had lain on his back as Polly drove herself down, on his cock. The dog worked his way back and forth, moving slowly downward from where Jake's head had been to where his crotch had been. Then the dog reached the spot, and Judy saw a few gleaming drops of Polly's and Jake's juices in the leaves. The dog sniffed at them with interest, then licked them. The taste and aroma of the come obviously excited him, and he licked frantically at the white drops.
Judy was left with the desperate hope that this would keep him distracted and he wouldn't notice her. So far, only the squirrel-and now these drops of come-had kept him from sensing her presence with his sensitive nose. Hopefully, the come would be enough to distract him. But then Judy remembered the drops of come that had sprayed from Jimmy and Billy as they had played with themselves, and her heart sank. Those drops had sprayed and spattered on the leaves at her feet, and on her. If the dog detected those traces of sex, he was certain to notice her. She held her breath and said another prayer.
The dog lost interest in Jake's and Polly's juices, lifting his head and sniffing the air curiously. Then he lowered his head and began to explore the leaves again. For a second Judy had the forlorn hope that he would miss her.
But no, he turned toward her, his head down, his nose working, burrowing through the leaves, his attention attracted by something. He was beading straight for her.
Judy froze with fear as the dog drew nearer and nearer. He reached where Billy had stood, where the boy's prick had sprayed its load of come on the ground, and there the dog stopped, finding the nearly dry come. The dog licked the leaves, making them rustle. He snorted, getting more excited, and his tongue probed into the leaves. Judy prayed that he would not notice her. He moved again, and Judy held her breath. The dog found the more copious spurtings of Jimmy and again paused, burrowing in the leaves, snorting and panting. He pawed at the ground, then dug his nose into the earth, scraping the side of his muzzle through the leaves as if trying to acquire some of Jimmy's smell for himself.
He stopped suddenly then shook himself vigorously, again sending leaves and twigs flying. Judy held her breath and felt like she was turning purple from the strain. Then the dog looked' directly up at her, and her heart sank. His deep, gleaming brown eyes looked straight into her frightened blue ones.
"H-hello, doggy," Judy greeted him fearfully. "H-how are you today?"
The dog sat down and looked at her curiously, as if trying to understand what a naked young girl would be doing here, tied to a tree.
"You see, it's this way," Judy tried to explain to him., "I got into a game of cowboys and Indians, and I was the white settler." She eyed the dog fearfully, wondering if her talking would do any good, "And the Indians captured me and tied me up. And in the process, I lost my clothes." The explanation sounded stupid to Judy even as she said it. Here she was, stark naked, totally helpless, trussed to the tree, talking to a dog. She shook her head. It was insane.
"I don't suppose you could be like Rin Tin Tin and go for help?" Judy asked.
"No, I guess not. But it would be nice. Would you please go to-uhm-my house, Three eighteen Greengrove Street, and inform my parents that I am in need of assistance?" Judy giggled, feeling silly and a little crazy for talking to a dog. She felt a little less apprehensive about the dog's intentions, since be seemed merely curious as he sat in front of her, his head cocked, his ears pricked alertly.
"I really would appreciate it, you know," Judy went on in the same reasonable tone. "You see I'm tied up here, or I'd go myself."
The dog whined deep in his throat.
"I know, that was pretty bad, wasn't it?" Judy acknowledged. "But it's the best I can do under the circumstances." She tested her ropes again and found them as unyielding as ever.
The dog seemed bored and got up, moving over and sniffing her bare thigh curiously.
"N-now don't get fresh," Judy said, suddenly nervous.
The dog ignored her words, continuing to sniff her naked thigh. His breath was hot against her bare skin, and his whiskers tickled as they brushed along her leg. He sniffed downward to her knee, then back up. His upward move made Judy's breath catch in her throat. Everybody and everything seemed to be interested in the same part of her body.
The dog noticed where some of Jimmy's come had sprayed Judy, and his tongue licked out, rasping over the skin of her thigh. He licked her, his tongue feeling like sandpaper across her tender skin. His saliva was chilly where it dried on her thigh. He seemed to be trying to wash off the come Jimmy had left on her. Then the dog began to work his way higher, and Judy froze. His nose was icy where it touched the inside of her thigh. His warm, wet, rough tongue was in shocking contrast to the cold slickness of his nose as he worked his way higher. Then his nose touched the tender, exposed tissues between Judy's thighs and she let out a whoop from the shock. The dog jerked backward and looked up at Judy speculatively.
"Now cut that out," Judy ordered him with a glare. "That's not nice."
The dog seemed to laugh at her and stuck his nose back into her sex, wringing another sudden cry from her. His nose was just like an ice cube against her tissues. The feeling jolted through Judy like an electric shock. Then the dog licked her, and the air burst from Judy's lungs in a hurricane. The hot, wet roughness of the dog's tongue was like the flames of a torch on her tender pussy as an explosion of passion raged through her.
"Whoa, boy," she ordered the dog, as if he were a runaway horse. She fought to get her breath. The dog licked her again, sending another explosion of passion roaring through her. The scraping of his rough tongue was painful, but the afterglow was pure pleasure. She wanted him to stop, because of the pain, but at the same time she wanted him to go on, to set her totally aflame with lust and passion with his fiery tongue. Judy felt as if her conflicting desires were tearing her in two; her pleasure-pain seemed to be splitting her down the middle as if she were a wishbone.
The dog increased his exploration of Judy's cunt, and she could only whine and writhe against the unyielding ropes. He jammed his icy nose into her cunt, and she exploded with pleasure. His tongue licked out, prying more deeply into her pussy than anything ever had before. The rough tongue whipped up the length of her slit and blazed across some unbelievably sensitive button, sending an explosion of pleasure ripping through her. Judy didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so she screamed. The dog licked and licked and licked her, driving her insane. She struggled against the ropes with superhuman strength as the dog drove her higher and higher with his cold nose and hot, probing tongue slicing through her crotch. Judy lost count of the explosions that racked her body, wringing her muscles out, leaving her hanging limp as a dishrag from the ropes.
She hardly noticed when the dog finally stopped his violation of her body.
Dimly, she realized that she was no longer being ravaged by that hot, rough, searing tongue. She didn't feel the icy probe of that cold, shining, black nose that had been digging into her. Fighting for breath, she tried to regain her bearings. The dog, stimulated by his exploration of her, was curled on the leaves in front of her. His long pink tongue licked his own sex now. Judy was fascinated at the sight of his strong, erect penis. She'd never• seen, a dog's cock before. The long, slick pink rod had emerged from its furry sheath. The dog licked at it desperately, a slapping, sucking, slobbering sound that resounded through the clearing. The sight of the dog's prick made Judy's cunt twitch with desire again.
His licking seemed to go on forever and ever and ever as Judy stared at it helplessly. Everything in the world seemed to blaze in the newly awakened center of her being. Her cunt felt achy and hungry for someone's touch, hollow and desperate for a long, hard, hot rod to fill it.
Judy panted in exhaustion, feeling lonely and forlorn. The dog, finally satisfied, stood up and shook himself. His cock slid back into its sheath as smoothly as if it were greased. He was oblivious to Judy now. He shook again showering Judy with leaves and twigs, then turned his back on her. The last thing she saw of him was the proud plume of his tail disappearing over the edge of the hollow. She was alone again. The dog's saliva and her own juices dried on her with a sticky chill.
Judy eyed the position of the sun carefully. It was nearly overhead. Lunchtime.
Judy's stomach rumbled complainingly. She gave little thought to the fact that, since breakfast, she had had the most incredible experiences of her short life.
Instead, she concentrated on wishing she had a peanut-butter sandwich and a glass of milk. Her mouth watered at the thought, and she again pulled against her ropes. There seemed to be a tiny bit of slack. She tried to increase her freedom by carefully working at it.