He's leading up to something, Kelli thought, carefully
keeping her back straight and her hands behind her back. But
after a long time, Jack still hadn't returned to get her,
and Kelli became painfully aware of the wooden deck slats
that were beginning to gouge her knees and legs. As the
shadows crossed the deck, Kelli began to notice many other
details of her situation. The wind, for instance, had picked
up a little and was now tickling her pussy lips as it
skimmed between her legs. Though there were no mosquitoes,
there were plenty of other flying insects who seemed to
regard her as a harmless landing pad. And though she didn't
feel particularly turned on, something about her situation
had caused her body to react that way, as her nipples were
hard and aching, and she could feel her juices beginning to
seep out of her pussy.
She'd just begun to ask herself whether Jack really wanted
her out here when he returned to the deck holding some
clothing she'd never seen before. Made of soft, black
leather, it most resembled a thong bikini bottom. But as
Jack strapped it on her body, Kelli was startled to find
that someone had sewn a plastic egg-shaped device into the
lining, and that device fit snugly into the folds of her
pussy. Working wordlessly, Jack then had her sit on a nearby
deck chair, and he tightly bound her ankles, legs, arms and
torso to the chair, leaving her virtually immobile. Coming
around to face her, Jack then pulled out a thumb-thick dildo
from the bag at his feet, coated it with a greasy white
lube, and disappeared behind her. Though she'd been braced
for something unusual, Kelli still squirmed with discomfort
when she felt Jack's fingers probe her ass cheeks. Her
discomfort turned to horror as she felt the tip and then the
shaft of the dildo penetrate not her pussy but her ass,
eliciting a gasp from her and a chuckle from Jack.
As she struggled unsuccessfully to squirm away from the
invading spear, Jack again appeared before her, this time
bending to set up a tripod and attach a video camera on top.
He intended to film her doing...whatever it was he was doing
to her! After assuring that she was properly framed, he
pulled from the bag a black box with a line of buttons on
it. As he dramatically pressed the bottom button, Kelli was
surprised to discover that the egg between her legs was
buzzing insistently, sending pleasant sensations deep into
her groin. After checking to see that the device was firmly
strapped to her hips, and that there was no slack in her
bonds, Jack gave her a gentle caress across her bare breasts
before turning and walking off into the woods. The egg
continued to buzz between her legs.
She had no way of knowing how long she'd been sitting there
before the first orgasm swept through her. Only that it had
come pretty quickly, boiling up from between her legs like a
hot, liquid volcano. Involuntarily she strained against the
ropes, as though trying to thrust her hips hard against her
unseen suitor. Frustrated by the ropes holding her to the
chair, her pleasure took the form of labored gasps and moans
which quickly escalated to a fervent cry as her pussy
spasmed and her muscles locked, signaling the crescendo of
her pleasure. Slowly, slowly, she began to relax, somewhat
mortified to realize that the camera had captured her
struggles and cries. And the egg continued to buzz.
A minute later Jack appeared from the forest, a smirk on his
face. "Geez, Kelli, is everything all right? I heard you
yell clear over in the next valley," he mocked her, while
checking to see that the bonds hadn't loosened. As he bent
beneath her, Kelli smiled as she felt the dildo being
removed from her ass, only to let out a gasp as another,
larger one slid up in its place. With a smirky "Enjoy
yourself!" she watched Jack disappear back into the forest.
The egg continued to buzz against her.
The next orgasm was harder in coming. The egg, though
nestled between her pussy lips, was nowhere near her clit,
where she really needed the stimulation. As a result, the
sensations between her legs had plateaued at a point that
was maddeningly just below the point she needed for release.
And no matter how she twisted or positioned her body, she
just couldn't coax the little egg to touch her magic button.
She could feel her nerves tingling in every part of her
body. She felt hot, flushed, full of energy but with no
outlet for it. She tried again to squeeze her legs together,
but Jack had not only tied her thighs to the bottom of the
chair, but to the sides as well. Squeezing her cunt muscles
had no effect either. It was as though her sweat and juices
had provided a vacuum seal to keep the egg in place, not
allowing a single bit of movement up or down. Her whole body
was covered in a sheen of sweat, and she could easily detect
the smell of her own juices as they mixed with the sweat.
The shaft inside her ass had ceased to be a problem, and
only by clenching the muscles back there could she even
detect the thick member inside her. No, it was the egg that
obsessed her. The egg and its incessant buzzing.