I stood a few feet from her and unzipped the fly of my shorts, extracting my eager cock and stroking it as I stared at her, bound naked and helpless, to the tree. I masturbated openly before her for a few minutes and she watched in silence. It was exilerating, standing in the open air stroking my dick and watching Danielle in her vulnerability. I had to be careful not to over do it though as I was already highly primed, I could have cum over her in seconds. Danielle got into the role, pulling at her bindings and moaning through the gag as though she were some sort of captive hostage. After enjoying the visual experience for a while, edging myself as close to cumming as I dared, I packed my member back inside my shorts, returned the scissors to the pack and took out a pair of black nitrile gloves. Danielle watched me pulling them over my hands with a snap, uncertain what was going to happen. Then I walked over to an overgrown patch of ground near the fallen tree and inspected the folliage for a moment. Spotting what I needed, I reached down a picked one of the green, ribbed leaves. Then I walked back over to Danielle, showing her the leaf.
“D’ya know what this is??” I asked.
Her eyes widened and she shook her head violently from side to side, clearly recognising the stinging nettle I was holding. I reached down between her legs with my gloved hand and began to stroke between her slit, coaxing her clit into emerging from between her damp labia. Slipping another finger inside her, I probed her for a little. With the nettle leaf in my other hand, I tormented her with it, passing it close to her bare breasts and face as she squirmed to escape being brushed by it. Then I knelt down so that I was eye level with her spread legs and I gently grazed the nettle leaf against her inner thighs. Danielle flinched instantly as the stinging hairs penetrated her delicate flesh. She began to moan in discomfort as the pain radiated out from the small contact points and an obious welt formed on each leg. I continued to finger her, rubbing her clit with my thumb until I heard her breathing increase. Knowing she was sufficiently aroused, I withdrew my fingers from inside her and pressed the leaf against her smooth, clean shaven vulva, dragging it all over her fleshy outer lips and pressing it into her hairless slit until it eventually tore in two. I threw it on the ground and got off on Danielle’s cries of pain as her delicate genitals were tortured by the instant searing sting. Entirely unstimulated, Danielle continued to groan and I knew it was because of the aching in her crotch rather than any sort of sexual pleasure. After what I deemed a sufficient period of pure pain, I reinserted my fingers inside her, taking care to only do so with the hand that hadn’t touched the nettle, and I began to stroke her g-spot. Her breathing quickened again as the pleasure of my fingers caressing her internals combined with the pain of her now inflamed and welted vulva to cause that pleasure-pain that she so enjoyed. I pressed my thumb into her slit and found her still firm clit to rub. As soon as I touched it though she screamed out in pain and sobbed. I guess some nettle hairs manaaged to embed themselves on it making her hyper sensitive. I continued to stimulate the interior of her pussy occassionally using her clit as a little pain booster whenever my motions seemed to be getting her too close to climax. After quite some time, eventually the stinging sensation began to wear off and my stimulation of her clit served only to increase her arousal levels. I could feel her pussy contracting around my fingers and she was perspiring in the heat of the day. Little beads of sweat formed over her exposed body making it glisten in the sunlight like a jewel. I pulled off the glove from the hand I had been handling the nettle with and discard it with the pile of clothing, then i reached up and started to fondle her breasts and nipples while I worked her. She was within a hairs breadth of her second orgasm of the day, but this time it was decidedly louder. I could judge her arousal levels both audibly and also by the amount of her own pre-cum seeping from her pussy and flowing down my hand. But I wasn’t ready to let her have it just yet though. I stood up and pulled the gag down from her mouth so I could kiss her as I continued fingering.
Before I had a chance to though, Danielle spoke.
“I really need to pee” she said.
It was warm and we’d probably both drunk over a litre of water since leaving the car so it made sense. I pressed just below her belly where her bladder was and she groaned. I guess she was pretty full.
“So you do.” I answered “OK then.”
I had developed a strange fascination with watching her pee. It turned me on that she would let me watch her perform an act usually so private. I slid my fingers out from inside her and knelt down again to spread her reddened labia apart for her, causing her further pain. I could also feel the stinging sensation on my fingers as I touched the area I had rubbed with the nettle. Danielle closed her eyes and I watched the muscle above her pee hole dilate as a stream of liquid sprayed out from within her. It landed on the grass below making a sound like a trickling brook as Danielle exhaled at the relief felt. Adjusting finger pressure either side of her parted lips allowed me to direct her flow accross the ground, making her giggle in amusement. She lasted for quite a while, eventually petering out and dribbling down her reddenned thighs, towards her long socks. I took the panties from my pocket and wiped up and between her legs for her – the material rubbing against her stung parts again caused her to inhale at the pain. Then I resumed stroking her g-spot, placing my tongue in her mouth as I did so and pulling and twisting one of her nipples. Danielle began to moan once again and squeezed my fingers tight with her pussy.
My boner was raging at this point and my balls ached a little from the long period without release. But I knew how I wanted to take her. Just as she began to approach a climax again, I slapped her pussy hard, causing her to scream in agony. Her scream was loud and obviously indicated distress and I was concerned someone may have heard it and come running. I stepped away, moving behind the tree to release her bindings. She sighed in frustation as I denied her the orgasm she had been patiently enduring the pain for. Then I led her by the hand into the middle of the clearing. I removed her broken bra and laid her face down across the fallen tree, her legs splayed straddling the wide trunk. I tied her hands to a protruding branch stump. She was quite the picture, ass and pussy presented nicely between her long legs covered only by her long socks from the knees down.
The rough bark was uncomfortable against her bare breasts and irritated her still sensitive pubic mound as they rubbed up together. But I had worse in store for her. Reaching into my rucksack I removed a utility knife and a large piece of root ginger. I carefully peeled one end of the ginger and carved it into a sort of bulbous shape. Danielle turned her head but couldn’t really see what I was doing as I had my back to her. Folding the knife away and placing it back in the pack, I removed the remaining glove from my hand and discarded it as well. Then I parted her ass cheeks with my thumb and forefinger, revealing her puckered and as yet unscathed, anus. I spat into the gap and spread saliva around her clenched asshole. Danielle sighed in pleasure at the stimulation as I depressed the freshly peeled root into her now well lubricated oriface. Her pleasure didn’t last long as the heat of the ginger began to penetrate the sensitive internals of her violated ass hole.