A Long Walk

Chapter Two: Beth Makes Camp

She was unsure how long she had been walking for. She was aware of the man behind her, forcing her on mercilessly, and of the pain coursing throughout her body, but that was about all. Eventually, after what had seemed to her like days, she came upon a small clearing in the woods, where a campsite was set up. "Stop cow" she heard the man say at her shoulder, and she was so grateful to hear those words that she nearly collapsed with pleasure. By now, however, she knew better than to do something like sit down without permission, and so she stood, dazed and exhausted at the edge of the camp. Despite her pleasure at being allowed to rest, she still felt disgusting. Her spit was dripping down her chin and over the top of her tits, slipping warmly between her cleavage. Her shorts were almost wet through, and her hair was lank and sticking to her back. She was also so thirsty that she would probably have risked asking for water again, had she been able to speak. Then she saw people emerging from the tents at the site. The man who had captured her led her towards the figures. She could see only men, and although a couple of them glanced briefly at her tits, on the whole none of them seemed particularly surprised to see a plump, sweating, half-naked girl being lead into their camp in chains.

Her overseer greeted the other men briefly. "That was quick man," one of them said, "Good work. This order will be filled in no time." "It was easy," the man replied, "all you need to do is find the right girl." He looked at Beth. "This one's going to be worthwhile, I can feel it." Beth noticed that the other men, there were about five in total, were also looking at her. She was too embarrassed to return their looks, and stood with her eyes downcast. "Jesus, already submissive," said one of the men, "I was hoping we'd get to have some fun training her before delivery." His words left Beth cold, but her overseer's answer was even more terrifying. "Don't worry, we will. She's submissive, but she's also a spoilt lazy cow who needs to learn some manners. Isn't that right cow?" He asked Beth. She knew the right answer to this question, and nodded slowly, her eyes still downcast and her cheeks burning red again. "For example," the man continued, "She doesn't know how to ask for water properly." He moved over to Beth and removed her gag. Her jaws were stiff, but she gratefully closed her mouth and swallowed the saliva that had been running down her chin. The man continued to remove her shackles until she could once again move freely. She had been walking for so long that she had almost forgotten what it felt like, and despite her embarrassment, she slowly stretched out her arms. "Show us your tits, cow." The man commanded, and Beth reluctantly let her arms drop to her sides. "No cow," the man said, twirling the gag around one of his fingers, "I said show them to us." The sight of the gag in his hand sent a wave of fear through Beth's legs. Wearing that device had been the most torturous experience of her life, and she would do anything to avoid it. Remembering her earlier examination, she gathered her tits in her palms and cupped them, holding them up to her captors. One of the men stepped forwards and tweaked her left nipple gently, causing her to shiver slightly from pleasure. He then stepped back and expressed his approval to her overseer.

"What about her pussy?" One of the men asked, and Beth jumped. When she was captured, she had briefly wondered why she had been allowed to keep her shorts on. The fact that she was not fully naked had been a faint source of hope for her, and now she felt that hope draining away. "I don't know," said her overseer, "I haven't used it yet. Why don't you show it to us cow?" He asked, and Beth felt tears seep from her eyes for the second time that day. However, by now she knew better than to refuse, or even to cry, and so fought back her tears as she slowly unbuttoned her shorts. Unsteadily, she slid them down her hips, exposing her full bush for the first time. "We're going to have to do something about that hair," one of the men said, and her overseer agreed. Beth's whole body seemed to burn with shame as she dropped her shorts to the floor and stepped out of them. She didn't know what to do with her arms, and so let them hang limply by her sides as she stood before the five men, naked and humiliated.

Her overseer frowned, and flicked her nipple sharply with his whip. Beth screamed and jumped back, surprised by the intense pain, far sharper than anything she had felt so far. She grabbed at her tit, before remembering what would happen if she tried to cover herself. Quickly, she let her arms drop again. "I said show us your pussy, cow," said the man. Suddenly, Beth realized what he meant by "show." She usually lay naked on her bed while she masturbated, but out here there was only hard, sandy ground. Slowly, she sank into a sitting position and spread her legs, offering her captors a full view of her hairy cunt. She was sobbing lightly now, and left her head bowed in the hope that no one would see the tears running down her cheeks. The men were talking softly among themselves, and, since she had not been given permission to stand, she waited at their feet, head bowed, pussy exposed.