Vengeance 33

Ellie and I went to go get cleaned off at the main building. Like always, she followed me into the men’s room and into a shower stall. I kissed her, starting the soap at her shoulders and running my hands down her breasts and stomach. She started and ran her hands down by arm and abs, smiling as she reached my happy trail. Her hands found her way to my cock, but just off an orgasm, it barely moved for her. My finger on her clit, on the other hand, elicited a jump and a gasp. We grinned at each other before I ran my hands down her firm legs and ass and finished washing her. No point in washing hair as it would soon get messed up again anyways. We finished up and walked out. I made her walk the whole way back in a towel, drawing the stares of many before letting her slip into a thong bikini at the tent.

We spent the next few hours gathering a ridiculous amount of firewood for that night, and I unpacked a small grill for dinner later. It was past six by the time we had a sizable pile, so I lit the grill and made a hamburger for me and hotdog for Ellie. She knew how I enjoyed the sight of a phallic bite to eat passing through her lips. We brought out chairs down to the water, sitting and watching the gentle lapping of the small waves while we ate. Ellie’s skimpy bikini might have drawn more stares, but we were a good bit down from the rest of the campers.

After a long relaxing time of sitting and watching the water, it began to get darker. We collected our chairs and returned to the tent. I stripped and blindfolded Ellie, cuffing her wrists behind her back, and leashing her to the post once more, while I set to work on something. I took two large, thick, Y-shaped branches that I’d cut down earlier and anchored them in the ground about eight feet apart. Silently and unbeknownst to Ellie, Sarah joined me and helped me set up stones, wood and a starter log for a campfire in between the two posts.

I leaned a ten foot branch against one of the Y’s, untied Ellie and made her stand on one of the chairs. I bound her wrists high above her head to the branch, and her ankles. Then I tied her waist to the branch as well as her torso above and below her breasts. Finally, I tied a crotchrope. Ellie, still blindfolded had no idea what was going on, and was disoriented further when I knocked her and the branch to the ground. Sarah and I lifted it up and placed it on the two y-shaped branches dangling Ellie over the would be campfire. Ellie groaned as the rope around her pussy took a small portion of her weight, digging the rope in between her lips.

I then started the fire directly below her, keeping a bucket of sand on hand to smother it if need be. Ellie had no idea what was going on, but began to feel the heat of the flames pretty quickly. She moaned with pleasure at first, but then began writhing, as it became uncomfortable and she started to sweat.

“I like my girls well done,” I said taunting her a bit as she struggled.