A sucker for punishment

(long story)

Thump! Alexa landed on the hard packed snow. Her breath rushed from her lungs; she couldn't gulp in enough oxygen.

Stunned, she lay gasping for air, surprise and anger rose up inside her.

"Fucking bastard!" she muttered regaining her senses, her breathing eased.

Standing on shaky legs she took stock of the situation. 'Great just great,' she said to the cold air. Her hands were still bound tightly behind her back, the big black mitts hand flown off her hands a couple miles back, the snow bit at her flesh.

At least the son of a bitch had let her dress for the weather.

The sound of the snowmobile grew fainter in the distance.

The evening had started out good. The Silver Stud bar had been packed; it was looking like it would be a fun night. She had arrived alone, dressed to kill. Alexa's intentions were clear; she was on the prowl, on a man hunt. Sex was on her mind. Rejecting offers from several men, she finally decided on one. Lance seemed like a really nice guy. He was much more gentlemanly then the rest. He looked clean and had smelled great. He had been buying her drinks all night, and had been keeping his hands to him self. As the night wore on and they had danced to a couple nice slow songs; his hands finally wandered to caress a few of her parts. She was impressed; he wasn't like most of the men who were always groping right from the start. She was looking for some action and he seemed like a good guy to go it with.

Like a dummy, she had climbed into his big black truck and he took her home to his place. The rest had been mostly a blur.

He had made her another drink and all she remembered were the hazy images of him taking advantage of her in a dungeon like room.

Alexa shook her head to clear the nasty pictures swimming inside her head. The rope around her wrists had to be removed if she was going to get anywhere at all. Thank god he had ripped the blind fold off her before pushing her from the snowmobile.

The snow suit was big and cumbersome, the boots didn't really fit, but she was grateful the bastard had made her put them on.

Alexa tried tugging at the rope, working her arms back and forth. The rope didn't budge at all. Her arms were tired and felt like lead.

The world suddenly seemed very big; snow was all she could see in every direction. The temperature was still mild but she knew as the day wore on colder air would take its place. Panic settled in her heart, her pulse began to race.

Looking up at the sun she guessed it was about noon, the sun was straight up in the sky. Alexa picked a direction and started walking.

The snow was hard packed and for the time being; easy to walk on, but her feet slipped inside the boots with each step. Hopeful of finding a large rock to saw against the binds, she kept going, one foot in front of the other. The tightness in the rope kept her from feeling the very real danger of frostbitten skin.

Coming to a huge rise in the terrain, she labored her way up. At the top, huffing from the effort she lost her balance and fell face first into the snow. Crying out with surprise at the how cold the snow was, she vigorously shook her head trying to get it off her skin. Kneeling; Alexa regained her balance and struggled to her feet. Her face felt numb and a little snow crept into the suit.

At the bottom of the hill was a stand of large trees, she made her way for it.

It wasn't very promising but she had to try. She sat with her back to a large tree with tough looking bark and started to rub the rope up and down. Her arms ached, but she thought she was making progress. Little by little the rope began to unravel. Alexa had to stop and rest, the muscles in her arms threatened to seize up. It was tough work, determination drove her on. Again sawing up and down, pain unlike any other tore through her wrists. She couldn't see it; but felt the slick moisture run from the top of her hands down to her fingers. Alexa knew it was blood. It didn't matter, she had to get free, with no protection for her hands, and the cold would soon freeze her hands solid.

Desperation took hold; she sawed frantically ignoring the pain. Alexa screamed; the shrill sound ringing clear in the crisp afternoon air. Bringing her hands in front of her face, another scream of joy rose from her throat. Triumph gleamed from her sparkling blue eyes. Tatters of rope fell from her snow suited arms. A frown creased her forehead; her wrists were raw and streaky from blood. Grasping each edge of the snow suits sleeves, she tucked her hands inside. The sight of blood always made her feel sick. Blood coming from her own ragged skin was even worse, hiding them inside the suit was the best she could do.

How much time had passed she didn't know, the sun was beginning its downward decent. Feeling a little chilled after sitting in the snow, but much better having her hands freed, Alexa got up and began to walk again. Her ears were cold, so she pulled the hood of the snow suit down tight.

There was a change in the air, damper; like it was going to snow again.

Mumbling to her self she quickened the pace. Past the trees there were no breaks only snow everywhere. It was depressing to think she may have to walk miles to get back to town.

Alexa's belly rumbled reminding her, she hadn't really eaten since the day before.

With nothing to keep her mind busy besides the long walk, images from the past evening came creeping back. Getting into his truck was a big mistake; she could have just insisted they get a room upstairs in the bar. But no, she had too much to drink and would have followed him anywhere if he had asked. The drive to his house had been fairly long and she couldn't remember just where it was located, somewhere on the outside of town. The road wasn't familiar; besides she had been to drunk too care.

Inside the house he had made them both a drink. She remembered laughing when he put the cuffs around her wrists.

Thinking back it wasn't so funny.

"Ok big boy, what now?" she had giggled.

"We're going to have some fun baby."

"Oh I can hardly wait! What are you going to do big boy? Spank me?"

"Cone with me, you little slut, I got a game for you."

She giggled again and let Lance lead her down stairs to the basement.

The skimpy little skirt and see through blouse she had picked so carefully that night, let the dampness of the basement in. She shivered going down the stairs.

"Lance it's so cold down here," she remembered complaining.

"Don't worry babe, I got things down here to warm you up."

It was funny how the small details were all coming back. At the time it had been a blur.

The basement at first glance had looked like any other, the recreation room was done all nice in cedar panel, and the leather couches were a deep chocolate brown. A fire place sat unlit; tucked between a big screen TV and pine book shelf.

Lance sat her on the couch and lit the fire. She remembered being disappointed that it was just gas.

Alexa began fiddling with the cuffs on her wrists; the itch on her nose was driving her crazy.

"Lance I got an itch, will you scratch for me."

"Sure baby," he said grabbing her roughly by the arm and pulling her straight up.

The itch was forgotten when he ripped her blouse in a quick downward stroke.

"I didn't say my titties itched," she laughed. The strap of her black half cup bra threatened to slip off her shoulder. Lance gave her a leering look. A tiny quiver of unease crept down her spine.

Fright didn't set in until he flicked the light switch beside where she stood. Glaring white fluorescence lit the other side of the room. Alexa's mind struggled too sober up. He had something like a dungeon set up on the other side. Excitement and terror filled her head. Her body refused to obey her commands; she was dragged like a flopping fish to the dungeon like space.

"Hey, quit that, this isn't funny, let me go!"

"You'll go when we're done having some fun."

"Let me go you bastard! I'll start screaming if you don't," she yelled. His grip only tightened while she tried to spin away.

"Scream? I don't think so." He said shoving some filthy gag in her mouth.

A sharp sting heated the side of her face; the son of a bitch slapped her with the back of his hand when she managed to spit the gag onto the floor. Alexa thrashed wildly in a desperate attempt to escape.

Feeling colder; Alexa shivered at the memories from the past night. Bloody hell she was lucky to be alive. The vivid images were drawn away temporarily as she came to an impasse in the snow. Her boot sunk, snow came up past her knees. A tiny bit of freezing cold water gurgled to the surface, surrounding her boot. Was it a lake? She couldn't see because of the snow. Or was it just some little stream or maybe just a bog? Tentatively she took another step. "Fuck!" her voice went unheard. Fuck Fuck! Fuck! Water dribbled inside the snow boot. The bottom half of her leg and all of her foot was soaking wet. Backing away from the area, a little sob escaped her throat. All she could think about was her foot freezing solid and some doctor hacking it off because of severe frost bite. That wasn't going to happen.

Thinking straight was the only way to over come the little problem, unlike the night before there would be no mistakes.

Sitting on the ground she took off the boot and pulled out the felt liner. The snow suit had many large pockets, gritting her teeth Alexa worked at ripping two pieces from the suit. The dried blood on her wrists made her stomach tilt. Hunger left her alone for the moment.

Carefully she laid the pieces on the ground and contemplated how she would get her foot dry. 'Shit it was cold' Deciding on the only thing to do, she opened the zipper and started ripping a piece of the white cotton shirt Lance had made her put on. More ripped than she liked, but at least she would have a dry foot. Wrapping the cotton material around her cold toes, she then stuck her foot inside one pocket and than the other. Alexa shoved the makeshift liner back into the boot. She felt like dancing there in the cold snow.

Sunlight was fading; the burning ball in the sky had reached its peak and was half way down the horizon. Alexa got up; worried about the approaching dark. How far could a person travel in an hour or two? How far would she have to go before finding shelter? Little questions nagged at her head. With out further delay she set out to go around what she figured was a bog. Wishing she had a stick to probe the ground, Alexa looked in every direction hoping for even a small tree. Hell just a two foot branch would do,there was nothing and she wasn't going back to the stand of trees.

The going was so very slow, every step made her heart flutter. Finally just up ahead was another grouping of trees. Smiling she realized there would be no need of sticks; the marshy patch must have ended because trees like that didn't grow in bogs. Feeling rather smug and back in charge she pulled a branch down anyway to use as a staff.

Trying to keep her mind off the aching in her legs, she returned to the night before. What really pissed her off was that although it was forced she remembered getting turned on. Christ she actually enjoyed most of what he did.

Lance wrestled with her, winning the battle by sheer strength. Alexa found her self face down on the ground with Lance sitting on top.

"Quit struggling ya bitch, it will go better that way."

Quit struggling and let him have his way with out a fight? Alexa's blood boiled. Her head reared up in a defiant gesture. It got her no where, but a slap to the back of her head. She felt dizzy and her body jerked with surprise, it hadn't hurt but the fact that he slapped her again really pissed her off.

"You bas " she didn't get to finish; a ball gag was stuffed into her mouth. Still on top of her, Lance's body slid down past her thighs, her skirt was yanked up and out of the way. The clasp of her bra came undone, then her black lace panties were ripped away exposing her completely to amuse his whims. With her hands tight behind her back, she felt like rag doll being tugged bit by bit to a reclining exam table that held all kinds of weird things.

Alexa's breasts felt raw by the time he dragged her face down to the table, the rug tore at her nipples, making her groan.

"Get up bitch," he demanded giving her a nudge with his foot.

Not having any choice unless she wanted her arm sockets pulled out, she rose to her feet while he pulled her up by the cuffs.

Lance reached for a pair of spreaders on the table, then forcing her head down, his meaty hands on the back of her neck, held her still. Alexa could feel his hot breath on her skin.

"You're going to like this baby, just relax, you'll see." He whispered in her ear. Reaching down he attached the spreader to one leg. "Come on spread' em wide." He cooed.

Her reaction came fast and furious; her free leg flew out aiming for his crotch. Unfortunately she missed. Alexa wanted to cry.

"Alright babe, have it your way, makes no difference to me." He said, lifting her from between her legs up onto the table.

Struggling like a mad woman she tried to regain some control, he was too quick. A thick leather belt went around her waist. Lance tightened it down and attached it to a buckle at the other side.

"See love, I told you; makes no difference to me. Now look at you all trussed up like a turkey."

Spit ran from her mouth as she tried to speak through the gag. Sweat formed on her brow, her struggles renewed.

Lance stepped back waiting for exhaustion to take over, she couldn't struggle forever.

Slowly her muscle gave out, and she laid panting face down, her stomach doing little flips.

Lance took hold of her free ankle and attached the metal bar spreading her legs far apart. Then he began to adjust the incline, her head went down and her ass rose higher.

"Now that's a sweet, nice ass baby. Now what were you saying earlier? Oh yes a spanking is what you were wondering about."

Alexa slipped down in the snow. "Son of a bitch!" she yelled. Anger rose up clouding her sight. Darkness fell unrelenting as the new snow swirled around, gathering around inside the hood. On her knees Alexa started to cry, "Stupid filthy bastard," she sobbed. She was cold, no worse than cold; freezing was the word. Her belly rumbled unceasingly then, her strength was giving out. The pain in her legs had become torturous. Thinking about her precarious evening had helped motivate her to keep going but now even that was waning.

Snow was falling steady, night had come and still she was no further ahead. Fear of freezing outside or walking for days without food or drink got her up, off the ground and walking again. She ran her tongue around her swollen lips; thirst suddenly seized her parched throat. Somewhere from the past she heard you weren't supposed to eat snow. She didn't give a shit and started gobbling it down. The coolness eased the dry scratchy feeling and made her stomach stop aching for a few minutes.

Trudging on, sobbing off and on, the tears made her face feel like ice. "God stop blubbering or you face will have to be cut off too." She chided her self. The image struck her as funny and she started to laugh hysterically in the dark.

That's when she heard it, a snowmobile somewhere in the distance. Putting her laughter away, her ears strained for the direction, and she began walking towards the sound.

Full of hope, full of renewed energy, thoughts of what happened next spurned her on.

Lance grabbed hold off both her bottom cheeks, running his hand over the quaking skin. "You know, I'm not going to hurt you, just thought you might like a little fun."

She wanted to spit on him; instead her eyes grew big when he picked up the yellow vibrator on the table. She had made up her mind already, no matter what he did, she wouldn't get turned on.

It was a noble thought, not getting turned on. But the vibe began emitting a soft tingle between her legs. Lance knew how to work the thing, soft and slow at first just barely touching her inner flesh. He watched with delight as he worked it back and forth across her clit. Lance let the vibe creep up in side her pussy. He smiled wildly when a moan escaped her lips. Lulled by the good feeling from the vibe, Alexa relented slightly, allowing her body to relax. She hated her self for enjoying the feelings from the vibe and soon her pussy was leaking.

"You like that, don't you Love?" Lance asked reaching for another toy. "Just wait you'll love this." He held up some anal beads "Relax babe, this will get you hot." Alexa struggled again as he lubed her puckered little hole. She gasped in silence as the beads were advanced into her anus. "There now, doesn't that feel good?" He asked. He grasped the beads and pulled and pushed them in and out of her ass. With his free hand the little vibe went back into her pussy. Both the beads and vibe were drawn in and out over and over. Alexa couldn't help it her body began moving back and forth, her orgasm eminent. Her muffled cry echoed the room as her pussy flooded its juice onto the table.

Elated that he made her cum, Lance decided she needed more. Alexa tried to twist away when he picked up a clit clamp. Her body struggled and her scream went unheard when he attached the tiny clamp to her sensitive flesh. While her body twitched in pain, Lance grabbed a large plug and began inserting it into her ass. New pain seared her anus and her struggle to get free was useless.

Lance excited by her twitching body adjusted the table so he could fuck her from behind. She felt his swelling cock enter her screaming sex and pain filled her ass from the plug. His hands reached under her and twisted her nipples, causing another silent scream to fill her lungs. He rammed her from behind, his cock sliding in and out, the tiny clamp on her clit burned and pulled every time he pumped. The effect was causing her to moan in ecstasy. More cum rushed from her body.

He lasted for what seemed forever forcing his cock in and out, till she thought would pass out from the painful pleasure he was inflicting on her. She couldn't believe that she was actually going to cum again and her pussy exploded in another orgasm.

The bastard had finally ended by taking the plug from her anus and finishing with his cock up her ass.

With her shaking and her body out of control he untied her, and made her dress in his clothes. He threw the snow suit and boots at her, telling her to get them on. They were going for a thrill ride.

Alexa remembered the last little detail as she got closer to the sound of the running engine. It had been her fault really, the way it had ended. Lance got the snowmobile ready and said he would take her for a ride and then drop her at home. The part of the story that pissed her off was that she didn't want to go home. In her still half drunk state she had caused a big fight with Lance on the snowmobile and insisted he take her for a ride and then go back to his place. Lance said no, and she began to punch and hit him almost causing the machine to roll and crash. That's when he put the rope around her wrists and a scarf over her eyes. Then when she wouldn't keep quite and had called him names and yelled constant obscenities at him, he finally pushed her off the machine and left her.

Alexa sobbed with relief as the sound got closer and closer. She was saved. Wicked little thoughts began filling her head as she climbed back on Lance's machine. Pay back would be a bitch.

The end