On her knees was a prisoner; her big new steel nipple rings were locked to the chain. The fresh two-inch nipple rings embedded deep behind each stiff...nipple still showed spots of blood. I am sure they were inserted with out anything given for pain. It was the little rebel I had seen brought in on my last visit to the General. She still had on her jungle pants, mostly torn off below the knee, and split to the thigh on the left side. The pants rode so low on her hips that her pubes almost. With practice, Myrtle had learned to minimize the cold feeling her protoplasm generated in contact with flesh, so to him it felt as if a live, warm willing tongue was currently caressing the underside of his scrotum. Myrtle liked to tease him, keep him as close as possible before she pushed him over the edge, almost to the point of discomfort. She was in top form today as she gently sucked on the reddened head with just the lightest pressure of her lips.Despite her best efforts, Ron was close. Turned her and kissed her back and went down to kiss her ass and gave her a bite. She chuckled as that never with her before. Sucked her boobs again and kissed her all the way down and removed her panty. Her pussy was a little bushy. I pushed her legs in air and started fucking her pussy with my tongue. She was moaning too loud.. Aaaahhh .. Yes. Yes.. Aahhh .. I started fingering her and her moans got louder.She was so wet and I again kept licking her till she came on my face.She looked so. "Yes, Chuck. That's so good. Oh, yes, lick me." I come and he continues to lick as waves of pleasure pulse outward from my pussy.As my moans subside, I hear giggling from another canoe that's passing by. I know that they might recognize the canoe when we get back on the river, so I ask Chuck if we can just stay there for a little while. He lies beside me on the blanket and we open our senses to the sights, sounds, and smells of the forest. I enter a sort of trance and then I just... surrender..