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.
“Oh fuck that burns!” she said “what is that, it’s worse than the nettles!”
“Ginger” I answered “I believe this is called figging.”.
Danielle groaned as the burning sensation radiated through her back passage. I held the ginger root in place so she was unable to expel it, try as hard as she did. As she squirmed I inserted two digits back inside her still dripping wet pussy and began to finger fuck her aggressively, attempting to balance out the anal pain, with some success. Danielle began to call out each time I forced my fingers deep into her. As she started to build towards her climax again I would let off and allow the ginger to continue to permeate her butt hole.
“Please take it out!!” she begged, but I refused to comply.
After edging her for several more minutes and teasing her by pulling my carving out and then thrusting it back into her ass, I eventually relented and withdrew the root entirely. However, that actually provided little relief in the short term and she continued to groan in discomfort as the natural oil continued it’s burn. Her little anus was very red and very inviting. I retrieved a condom from my day pack and, undoing my shorts to release my throbbing rod once more, crowned it with the Durex (“ribbed for her pleasure”). It was unusual for me to use one, but I didn’t want the ginger stinging me for the rest of the day. I straddled the tree trunk and aligned my boner with the little red target between her white cheeks, pressing my tip inside her partially. Her tortured hole spread involuntarily to accept my latex shrouded glans.
“Ahhhhh hahaha!!” she yelled out as the unlubed rubber entered her sore oriface, the friction worsening the pain already felt. Her cry startling some nearby birds into flight.
I reached around and under her belly, between her splayed legs and found her clit, massaging it with the tip of my finger as I bored her rectum deeper. Her tender hole stretched wider, the condom ribs stimulating it as I filled her with the full length of my straining shaft. I felt my finger begin to tingle a little as I made contact with the stinging nettle hairs she still bore between her abused slit. She was really wet and the combinations of stimulation caused another trickle of her copious secretions to flow down her inside leg, soaking into her sock. I started to thrust in and out of her raw asshole, pounding against her glutes at the end of each stoke. She yelped after each and every blow.
“Ah! Ah! Ah!” she cried “oh fuck that hurts, oh shit!!”
I could hear her voice breaking and knew she was close to her limit. But I continued, eventually hearing familiar sounds of her approach to climax and this time I didn’t cut her off. I continued piling her asshole and furiously rubbing her now engorged rigid clit, flicking it rapidly between my fingers.
“Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh don’t stop, don’t stop, FUCK YES right theeerrrreeeee!!!!” Danielle’s words morphed into a loud screaming orgasm. No doubt it was audible from the trail if not the entire nature reserve.
She shook as the waves of her second climax of the day pulsated through her whole body. I withdrew from her ravaged asshole and whipped the condom off, just in time to spurt my load over and between her ass cheeks. It dribbed down her crevasse, flowing over and into her still dilated sphincter, and down over her taint, to the opening of her soaking wet pussy. A puddle of her squirt covered the tree bark just below. After squeezing the last of my cum out onto her ass cheek, I wiped the tip of my cock with what remained of her panties and packed it back into my shorts. Then I undid Danielle’s bindings so she could stand up, something she did only after a few minutes of recovery time. Her breasts were impressioned with the pattern of the tree bark and her pussy was red and covered in little welts. My cum and her own fluids flowed from between her legs running onto her socks and dripping onto the ground between her legs. She wiped away some tears that ran down her cheeks. She looked so hot to me, I wanted to fuck again immediately! Sadly though I was in need of some time to recover as well.
“Fuck that was intense” she said, undoing the gag from around her neck “you’re not coming near my ass for a while, it still hurts like a motherfucker!”
I laughed and started to pick up the remnants from next to the tree where I had tied her up, putting them in my rucksack.
“I can’t believe you cut up my clothes! You better not have packed me something horrific to wear instead!” she warned, picking up her broken bra and tossing it to me to also put in the pack.
“I didn’t bring you anything else to wear” I said shaking my head.
Danielle looked at me trying to work out if I was kidding or not and a momentary look of horror appeared on her face when she realised I was indeed telling the truth. Other than her shoes and socks, she was walking back to the car naked. I wasn’t entirely sure how she would react to this. I knew she liked the feeling of exposing herself in public, but she had always been in control of that before and could have covered up if need be. This time she wasn’t. I did of course have the picnic blanket just in case she really wasn’t into it, but after a few minutes of uncertainty she eventually worked up the courage to walk out of the woodland back towards the path with me. With everything packed into my backpack, I handed her the panties from my pocket and she wiped her backside, pussy and inner thighs clean of bodily fluids, licking a little of them up with her fingers first.
We made our way from the clearing back in the direction of the trail. It was so hot watching her walk stark naked through the woods, nothing but those sexy white knee high socks and trainers on. Her little ass would wiggle pleasingly as she stepped over the obstacles that littered the forrest floor. I filmed her from behind and up front using my phone. Her breasts gently bounced up and down as we walked, no longer constrained by a bra. There was little breeze in the woods yet despite the warm day it was still cool enough in the shade that her nipples remained erect the whole time. We talked as we walked and Danielle confessed that she was incredibly turned on by the whole experience, one of the hottest things we had done. I was pleased my plans had paid off. She was one hundred percent petrified we were going to run into someone but I reasured her we could just run back into the trees if we heard anyone coming the other way. She tried to convince me to strip down too but I declined (there was only one picnic blanket after all!). As we approached the trail, the tree line began to thin out and we paused to listen for anyone on the path. Hearing nothing I emerged first confirming nobody was in sight and gave her the all clear. She emerged from behind a tree and onto the path. We held hands and continued to walk towards our parking spot. There had been a couple of other cars parked there when we arrived and I told her she could have the blanket when we got closer. A few minutes on and I heard a different sound. I wasn’t sure what it was at first then I realised it was the sound of tires on the gravel track. I turned around and could see back several hundred meters, two bikes rounding the corner.
