He tried to pull me to my feet, but I resisted. I didn't want to go anywhere with them, and said so through my gag.

"Can you understand her, Igor? She must be speaking some foreign tongue."

"No, I don't know what she said either, Ivan. Can I whip her if she doesn't do what we tell her?"

"Of course. But we left the knout back at the camp."

By this time I realized they were pretty deep into fantasyland, but who am I to criticize that? My concern was with how much they blurred the line between fantasy and reality. Talking about whipping is one thing, but doing it is something else entirely. Then I realized that Ivan wasn't old enough to get a driver's license. To get way out here there must be an adult with them, somebody who lived in the real world. I let Ivan help me to my feet.

Ivan moved my daypack to the front of my neck and then strapped his backpack onto my back. It wasn't heavy, but it was kind of humiliating to be treated like a pack mule. Igor took the end of the chain on my neck and gave it a tug. I followed after him like an obedient slave girl.

The hobble on my ankles was long enough that I didn't have any trouble walking, and we traveled maybe a mile to the boys' camp. They had camped on the north side of a little hill in a small grove of pine trees. I could see a dome tent and a fire ring with a pile of wood beside it. Ivan went into the tent and came out with a blanket which he spread in the shade of a tree.

Igor led me to the blanket and Ivan helped me to sit down. He got an ankle cuff and its hardware from the daypack and used it to fasten the end of the chain around the tree. He took the chain off my neck and removed the daypack, and then replaced it and tightened the nut with the wrenches. This worried me, because now I couldn't get it off my neck even if I had my hands free. I asked him what he was going to do, but my gagged words were ignored.

"Igor, start the campfire. It'll be lunchtime soon."

Igor starting building a fire. Ivan untied my hobble and retied my ankles together. He got some more rope and tied my legs above the knee. He took a good look at my pussy, but he didn't touch me any more than he had to.

I was really getting worried now. Not only weren't there any adults around, but we were a long way from the road and I was becoming more helpless by the minute. I protested and screamed through the gag, but was again ignored. Ivan cinched a rope around my knee binding and put the other end through a link in the chain around my neck. When he started to pull my knees up to my chin I screamed and struggled, but he turned me on my back and used his weight to push my legs back. After he tied the knee rope he pushed me on my side and tied a rope from my ankles to the chain around my waist. I was now tied in a ball.

I wasn't worried any more, I was terrified. It got worse when when Ivan went over to the fire and put a metal tent stake into the flames. He picked up a piece of charcoal and used it to write something on my butt.

"What are you doing, Ivan?" Igor asked.

"Marking where the brand will go."

I was whimpering with fear. Ivan leaned over and whispered in my ear.

"I hope you can hum Jingle Bells. That's your safeword."

I was too stunned to react. Ivan stood up and shrugged, and I started to hum frantically.

Ivan took out my gag and said, "Do you want to stop? We weren't really going to brand you."

I couldn't speak, but I nodded yes. Ivan took out a knife and cut the ropes on my knees and ankles and freed my wrists. I groaned as I moved my arms and legs.

"These are cool chains. Did you make them?" Ivan asked.

I nodded. "How do you know about things like this?"

"The Internet is a great educational tool. We saw you when you started to undress and I thought that you might like some excitement. I hope you had as much fun as I did."

"I don't know. Ask me later."

"Please stay for lunch. We'll keep you chained to the tree, if you want."

"No, get me loose. I've had enough of chains for a while."

He took the chain off my neck. I got my clothes from the daypack and put them on.

"Where's your car?" Ivan asked.

I told him and he nodded and said he would guide me back to it. Igor handed me a canteen and I drank some water. Ivan gave me a slightly burned hot dog wrapped in a piece of bread.

After we had eaten Ivan guided me back to my car. I got the key from under the rock and unlocked the chain around my waist.

"My real name is John and my brother's name is Joe. What's your name?" Ivan asked.

"Kristen."

He gave me my daypack and a piece of paper.

"Here's all your stuff. That's my phone number. Call me when you want to do this again. It can be risky doing it alone, even out here."

I got in my car and said, "Thanks. Maybe I will."

When I got back to my apartment I stripped and went into the bathroom. I saw the charcoal on my butt and read what it said: BDSM FOREVER. Kids grow up too fast these days.

Copyright 2001 by Zack. All rights reserved. I welcome your comments. Email me at zack_writer@hotmail.com

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