The saliva had already dried up, but I didn't care. I enjoyed the slight, pleasurable burning sensation inside of me, forcing me to stroke my waiting ...ock once more with my clumsy left hand. As the thrusts went on and on, I became more lustful and eager, sneaking a deep thrust here and there, breaking the limitations that my angry hole gave to me. The slight pain from it excited me, making me jerk faster. My toes, knees, and calves tightening in pure, utter pleasure. My back arced up and my. He smirks and says, That a girl. He places his hands behind his back and examines my body. Occasionally, hell reach out to pinch me or smack me with his stick. I wince every time, but refuse to scream and give him pleasure. You are now my slave. I will address you as slave, slut, whore, skank, etc. You must be accessible to me at all times while you stay here. Now, I have some ground rules. One, you must always address me as Master. Two, you must always reply to me. Three, you must always be. Pretty soon she got into the rhythm though and soon forgot the pain side of it. Another pair of hands were even pinching her nipples now. She was in heaven. She began to wonder where John was. Were the hands on her tits his or was he just watching. Then it was obvious. Above all the commotion that was happening on the bed she heard a faint humming sound. A video camera was on.At first she was angry, then afraid but then gave way to reason and told herself that no one would recognise her. About an hour into the hike, blazing his way through the woods stopped to drink water and take a short break. Peeling his shirt off to cool off a bit he sat on a rock and popped open his bottle and gulped down a couple mouthfuls of water and then his ears perked up. Looking around, not sure if he heard anything, he quietly listened……. nothing. A few more moments and he took another sip, mid sip he heard something again, very faintly. He was more sure of the sound this time but still had no idea.