A young girl is walking a long path through a dense forest.
At the end of the path stands a gate.
One she passes through that gate she can never return to the life she once had.
This is a story about that girl.
And fulfilling your fantasies.
Image – Jason Homa
Banishing any last minute doubts from my mind – all this could go horribly wrong – I took a deep breath, placed my finger on the intercom buzzer and pressed once.
The tall metal gates were at the end of a long steep track which led through a forest of tall redwoods. It had taken me about 20 minutes to walk up here from the road and I had seen no one. Not a soul. As a native city girl I found the sudden and complete absence of humanity both refreshing and also maybe even a little scary. An occasional breeze lent voices to the leaves and I fancied they were trying to whisper a warning to me. Every now and then I’d hear a bird shriek or cry out high above me and I’d wonder if it wasn’t meant as some kind of exhortation. Go back. Go back. There is danger ahead.
On the other hand maybe I’d just seen too many horror movies.
But apart from that the forest was strangely still and silent and seemingly empty. Perhaps its cautious inhabitants had been hushed and cowed by my own intrusive presence.
The redwoods were stunning though. Massive. So powerful looking. Tall and erect, reaching up to the bluest of skies, clamoring for light. I couldn’t help noticing that sometimes their branches seemed to take on a human appearance. Tangled limbs caught in a moment of ecstatic abandon. I actually got a kind of erotic buzz just looking at them. But then sex is never far from my mind.
And they were so old too. Hundreds of years old. Maybe even a thousand.
A thousand years. Time was nothing for them. And very little would have changed here in all that time. The forest would look now almost exactly as it had done then. I wondered if people had hunted in these woods. I knew there were bears up here. I imagined hunting parties, proud, strong, beautiful men and women, naked or semi-naked, with their arrows and spears at the ready, tracking their prey, living entirely in and for the moment. What wild passions must they have known? Life was undoubtedly shorter and crueler then but it was undoubtedly more intense. Would they have been freer than we are now? Wiser even? They lived off the land. They only took from it what they needed and no more. I couldn’t help thinking that their so called “primitive” existence was far more authentic than our “civilized” domesticity.
I wondered what they would have made of me. A wayward and libidinous 19-year-old roaming through the woods in search of some kind spiritual and sexual liberation? Would they have approved?
I’m sure they would have. I had come only to serve after all.
At this point I could feel my very own primitive instincts starting to wake up and the thought of naked warriors wandering the woods in search of game was making me feel more than a little horny.
I had a sudden urge to strip off. I wanted to go up to one of these beautiful trees with their massive trunks and their branches raised to the heavens and hug it naked, clasp it to my breasts and push my pussy up against its solid powerful trunk and fuck it hard until I could feel its age and strength and serenity soaring within me.
I was just about to unbutton my shorts when suddenly I hesitated. Wait. Now was not a time for innocent distractions and today was not a day to make even the smallest of mistakes. Getting caught tree fucking, or even trekking naked in the woods, by a warden or some local sheriff was probably not going to be a good idea if all I really wanted to do was follow the path and get to the gate.
But even so, and in spite of myself, I briefly entertained a fantasy about being stopped by a very tall and burly sheriff, who, outraged by my waywardness and ignorance of local by-laws, arrests me and after handcuffing me puts me over his knee and spanks me so hard I start to cry and beg him to stop. But I’m wriggling about and struggling so much that he has to tie me to one of these gloriously masculine looking trees and in a fit of rage he swears to whip some sense into me and not stop until I’ve learned my lesson the hard way…
Do sheriffs have whips? Well this one does. Yes and he has a partner too. Female. With a billy club. A big black one. And while the sheriff is whipping me she’ll…
No. Stop. I’m getting all steamed up.
Keep your eyes on the road, girl.
After all, that’s nothing to what might lie ahead if you keep your cool.
The path was getting steeper and I was working up a sweat so I took my shorts off and put them in my rucksack. I just hoped the local laws didn’t say anything about panties. I would have taken my top off too but I wasn’t wearing anything underneath so I just undid the buttons and tied it in a knot around my midriff. I continued to keep an eye out for anyone lurking in the trees though. Angry sheriffs or otherwise…
Image – “The Double Gate” by Faye
I stood in front of the gate and peered through the bars. I couldn’t see the house at all but I imagined it was somewhere beyond the trees in front of me. This was evidently a very private residence. Isolated. Almost invisible. And from what I had discovered of Kai, the owner, he had his reasons for wanting to be off the radar.
And that’s why I was here.
The property was surrounded by a wire fence which disappeared into the woods. Every 20 yards or so there was a big black and yellow sign with ELECTRIFIED FENCE! – DO NOT TOUCH! written on it and I didn’t dare go near it.
I buzzed the gate again but there was still no answer and I glumly started to think I might have come up all this way for nothing. The last few hundred yards had been very steep and I was feeling tired and thirsty now. The day was really warming up so not knowing what else to do I just sat down in the shade and pulled a bottle of water out of my rucksack. I thought I’d give it 15 minutes. Have a rest and then go back home if nothing happened.
Just then I heard a loud click from the intercom. I looked up. A camera perched on top of the gate post was turning and pointing down toward me. I was being watched.
“What do you want?”
The voice from the speaker sounded metallic, distant and a little distorted. It was female. That surprised me. For some reason I’d expected a man.
I jumped up, raced over to the intercom and blurted out, “I’m here to serve.”
“We already have servants. We don’t need any more.”
She sounded slightly irritated. Obviously, there would have been many others like me.
So I played my ace. It was my only ace. The words I’d been told to say.
“Scarlet sent me.”
I hoped she knew who Scarlet was and what that meant.
But I was met with a click and then silence. The speaker had gone dead.
Damn. What now?
Another click. Yes! My hopes rose again.
Please, please, please…
But again it went silent. Goddam. Were they playing with me?
Maybe she was talking to someone else?
Then it clicked on once more and she said, “OK. Do exactly as you are told. Strip. Take your clothes off. Everything.”
This was it. Now were getting somewhere and without even the slightest hesitation I hurriedly pulled down my panties and let them drop to the ground. I almost ripped off my top.
At least they hadn’t just rejected me without first checking out at what they were getting.
“Stand directly in front of the camera so we can see you properly. Then raise your arms straight above your head and turn around very slowly.”
As I turned I could feel a soft cool breeze caressing my naked arms and breasts. It was certainly a relief to get some air at my pussy. It was hot day and I really should have stripped off before. In fact it occurred to me that maybe I should already have been naked when I arrived at the gates. As a sign of my submission to them. Damn.
I finished my little pirouette and faced the camera again.
It had lowered its gaze and I was convinced it was focusing in on my pussy. Freshly shaved and perfumed that morning. It felt good to have it under such intense scrutiny and I could feel it tingling and moistening in anticipation.
With a quiet hum the camera rose slowly again. Whoever was watching me was taking their time.
I straightened out my back and pushed out my breasts as if standing to attention. I may not be the most beautiful girl in the world but what I got ain’t bad at all.
“Now get down on your knees. Put your arms up behind your head and wait.”
The intercom went dead again. This time for quite a while. Minutes passed and all I could hear was the soft whispering of the forest and my heart’s relentless pounding.
Then suddenly it snapped back on again and the voice barked at me, “Stand up and turn away with your back to the camera. Bend over and touch the ground with your feet apart. Stay like that. Don’t move until you are told.”
It clicked off and I was left staring at the dry ground with my bare ass on full parade to anyone who might be passing by. I must have been like that for at least ten minutes. If the delivery boy had come along I’d have surely made his day.
Image – Author Unknown
The minutes passed slowly and nothing seemed to be happening again. If this was some kind of test it was a pretty boring one. I was beginning to think it was a practical joke or they had actually already rejected me but weren’t going to tell me, just leave me here like this as a prank until the sheriff or someone really did come along and arrest me. However maybe this was a test too. To see how I would react with a stranger. It seemed a little random though. Damn I didn’t know what to think or what was happening now. And it was precisely the not knowing which was making feel agitated and nervous.
Suddenly I had doubts about the whole thing. I wondered about what other tests they’d give me. What else would they do to me? This was nothing, I knew. Just how far would they want to push me? And would I be able to take it? I knew something about Kai and his history but what about the others? It was all so secret. Like a secret society. Necessarily so, I supposed. All I’d been told was that I had to be available for anything. Anything at all. No exceptions. And I would be giving my consent as soon as I walked through the gate. I’d be naked in every sense. No will or volition. Obedient and acquiescent to their every whim. But that, yes exactly that, was what really turned me on. I felt my pussy tingle and moisten at the thought of it. Yes, my sex knew. My sex always knew. My heart was beating fast and now I suddenly felt totally exhilarated at the very thought of it.
Just then I heard footsteps approaching from behind. At last something was happening. But I remained still and stared straight at the ground, just as I’d been told. I heard a loud click and then a voice said, “OK. You can stand up and turn around now.”
I looked up. The gate was sliding open. It made a kind of ominous heavy whirring noise and I couldn’t help but feel a little panic along with the exhilaration. But that was good. It was normal. Just hold on. This was it. Yes. It was really happening.
Calm down girl. Submit. Remember, submit and go with the flow. The ocean’s currents will carry you. What awaits you on the other side is so precious and beautiful and heavenly. The whips and the pain are just the fires that stoke the rapture. I knew that already.
I ‘d been waiting for this. My life had been leading to this. This was going to be me from now on.
I had to go in. I had to find out who I was. And I knew I would have to give up my freedom and my body and my ego – especially my ego – to do it.
The voice on the intercom said but one word.
I took a deep breath and, without any hesitation whatsoever, briskly walked through the wide open gate.
Continues here “Deliver Me”