Camden slid out of the van and Amy felt hard hands on her legs, pulling her across the thin carpet to the side of the van. With a heave, Amy felt herself being pulled up and flung over his broad shoulder.

When he slapped her ass cheek and gave it a good, solid rub, she was certain it was him. Blood rushed to her head, her empty belly aching as it was bent over his shoulder, her body bobbing with his clumsy steps. Birds chirped louder than in the city, the smell of pine and rotting leaves heavy in the air. Then Amy could sense those things being shut off, the sunlight bleeding through the blindfold quickly replaced by darkness, the musty smell of the cabin replacing the refreshing scent of pine.

The door slammed hard behind them, a vibration ringing in her ears as Camden carried her across the cabin a few steps and dropped her down hard. Amy’s body tensed, not knowing what was coming in that surprising second, but the rusty springs and soft mattress reassured her.

Amy’s body was clenched on the bed, cuffs digging into her skin, even the slightest movement creating stinging pain shooting up her arms and down into her numbing, swelling hands.

And her breath was coming harder too, pushed through her clenched throat, only her two nostrils bringing her any conduit to life at all. But her lungs were burning with the continuous effort, and the wheezing sound couldn’t have been lost on him. In any case, she tried to cry out, “Take off the tape!” but she knew it came out sounding more like, “Tkmfffftpmmff.”

Amy could sense Camden kneeling to her. “If I take that tape off yer mouth,” he said, “Your not gonna scream. Right?” Amy nodded. “Right?” he repeated louder, and she nodded even more. “All right then.”

His fingers made her face twitch, but she held still while he peeled the three strips of tape away from her mouth. Her skin pulled with it, lips drawn away from her face and left with a sticky residue as the gag disappeared from her face and was tossed aside. Amy gasped broadly, taking in a refreshing lungful of air.

Amy lay on that bed, almost impossible to move. “Please,” she said meekly, “these cuffs hurt.” Camden didn’t answer, staring at her instead from just a few feet away. Amy went on, “Look, you can tie me up with rope or something, but these metal cuffs are cutting into my skin.” She added in a sterner, more emboldened tone, “Now take them off, please!” Still, no answer came. So she decided to take a different tack. “You think you’re so tough, you gotta keep a woman chained up like an animal?”

“You’d rather be tied down than chained up? Sounds like you haven’t thought it out very thoroughly.”

“They’re cutting into my wrists!” She asserted.

His heavy footsteps crossed the cabin and encircled her. Amy could feel him lower himself behind her and ease her forward. The cuffs clicked behind her and released her wrist. Her arm fell forward, muscles stretching and then seizing up all at once, relieved and flushed with sudden pain. The other arm fell away too, but only a few inches until Camden grabbed it to unlock the other cuff. When it was free, he grabbed her other wrist and held them both in front of her. She was relieved to be free of the cuffs, and even found a certain security in having his strong, even comforting arms around her. She pulled her arms a bit, stretching the muscles and testing his grip, gratified with the results of both.

“Just take it easy,” he said, in a gravelly voice in her ear. Amy flinched and pulled again with even greater strength, but she only pressed herself against his unyielding chest, every little squirm only exciting her further. She flashed back to the van, the orgasm, Camden sitting behind her, bringing her to a fearful ecstasy. With him behind her again, Amy was ready for more; much more.

“What about my ankles?”

He leaned forward, releasing one ankle and then the other. Circulation returned to the burning stretches of her lower calves, and she craved a good, refreshing rub. She even lurched forward, wrists still locked in his hands. Amy pulled her legs in, but Camden grabbed them, inspiring an entirely different reaction. Her legs pumped out in a blind flurry of kicks.

Camden held her tight. Knowing this, Amy pulled and kicked harder, whining and clenching as she tried to wriggle free of her captor’s grip and grateful that she had no chance of doing it. But she could feel her own energy pouring out of her and into Camden, his strength rising to meet her own. All that power and resistance, pushing and pulling, driving that energy inward again and again, and for Amy, it always wound up in the same place.

Her pussy was already hot, and with every kick and flinch, and push back against Camden’s rock solid torso, it was only getting hotter. He seemed to sense it, his hands sliding up and down her legs, ready to peel her jeans away at long last.

Amy heard herself say, “You think you can take me … just you alone … and without tying me up?”

He smiled. “You’re up here alone with me. I don’t have to tie you up, you’re not going anywhere and we both know it.”

She pulled and kicked harder, the men silently holding her. When his fingers pulled her blindfold back, the light in the cabin burned her eyes. She blinked hard and tried to refocus.

He simply said, “You know what I need to hear.”

And Amy did too, the go word, her authorization in code. “Longshadows,” Amy spat out, “you bastard, Longshadows.” After a mean little moment, Amy rasped, “Now what are you gonna do?”

“Now I’m going to do what I came here for, what you came here for.” Camden reached over and unzipped her jeans, Amy tried to pull away. Her body twisted, her pelvis pulling back instinctively as his hands reached up beyond the thigh line.

The jeans peeled off Amy’s narrow hips and small, shapely ass. She even gave her pelvis a little lift to make it imperceptibly easier. He pulled her panties down with the jeans, revealing her glistening groin, thighs pressing together to protect and disguise it.

“You’re beautiful,” Camden purred in her ear, making Amy writhe and squirm in more ways than the obvious.

Camden slid forward over Amy’s calves to sit on her upper thighs, his feet craning around in back to pin her calves. From that vantage, Camden could lean forward on his hands, pressing on the cabin floor on either side of her slender hips. It was the perfect position to leisurely lean forward and start licking her bare breasts. His tongue was fluid and fast, and it flicked around one nipple and then the other, the hard little orbs growing even harder and more erect with every wet strike. His tongue became more aggressive with his growing excitement, bringing one hand up to squeeze her left breast as he buried his face into her right, taking it into his mouth and letting his teeth trace its curve, even biting in just a little bit, just enough to frighten her and thrill her at the same time.

Camden’s oral attention drifting to the other breast, his hand was free to dig down into her crotch, her shifting hips and clenched thighs no escape and no protection. Amy felt herself retracting from his touch, and that contraction created even more hot, clenching desire as his hand was drawn nearer … nearer …

When he grabbed her legs and held them splayed, separated, and began kissing his way down her belly. Her panted breathing made her lean stomach rise and fall as he licked and kissed his way down to her exposed pussy, hot and tingling, wet and wanting. In some ways, Amy felt like she was still coming from the episode in the van, but that hardly seemed possible. But Amy’s sense of possibilities had changed.

Camden pushed her legs even further apart, his face finding her pulsing labia. His tongue flicked around it as it had her nipples, fulfilling its terrific, reptilian promise. Amy looked down to see his dark, gorgeous head of hair as he groaned and licked, his hot breath and her own musk rising up around them both. Her clit slipped out to greet Camden’s tongue, and he showed amazing skill at igniting the various clusters of nerves up and down her flowering pink tissue. Amy knew instantly that he’d done this before, perhaps countless times, and its mastery required a certain insight and understanding, a kind of humanity that his brash behavior could only disguise. He was sensitive to her reactions, his tongue prodding deeper.

Amy couldn’t help but pull and buck, his tongue dancing up and into her sizzling self. He dug deeper, his hands pushing her legs back as far as they could go, inner thighs pulled taught.

Amy’s calves kicked, finding no target of any value, no way to drive him off and no real desire to. But she was there to act and to react, and whatever her body wanted, she was going to let it do. She knew it was likely to be the only real physical freedom it would have for quite some time.

Her orgasm riled again, body humming with that intense scintillating vibration, loins aching.

But Camden wasn’t done yet. He slipped his arms under her legs, just below her ass, and pulled her up off the cabin floor. He seemed to know what he was doing, and he removed his own arm from behind Amy, freeing hers if only for a moment. His graceful command soon had her arms folded in front of her, one single hand enough to lock them together at a crossing point just under her naked, heaving breasts. In this position, her body could slide down just a bit while he pulled her legs and pelvis upward, further … further …

Camden’s tongue was the first to ever trace the out curves of her ass, and he stretched her out to give himself the greatest access. It was a wet warm that region had never known yet somehow recognized, tongue swirling around and around and exciting nerves she barely knew existed. Her rear muscles twitched, but she was too widespread to clench down. There was only exposure, and Camden’s perpetual insistence, and his stubborn hold on her from behind.

His tongue went deeper, circling closer and closer to her clenched southern star, the smallest and most powerful muscles of the region twitching and pulling with Camden’s wild work. Her legs pushed, idle kicks finally finding his upper back, doing nothing to dissuade him or to displeasure her.

Finally, he dove in with his tongue, that long, wet muscle squirming its way into her anus, fearless and aggressive and surprisingly strong, Amy’s legs pushed even higher up around the sides of Camden’s body.

Her orgasm couldn’t resist the opportunity, the nearly upside-down aspect of her hips, pussy as close to her own face as it had ever been, body quivering with his oral prowess.

Amy kept shaking, Camden kept licking, but something told her that in this battle, she had the advantage. She knew she could take it as long as he could dish it out, and she was even curious to see how long that would be.

But he had other things in mind.