A test of speed

Nikki had been walking for over an hour. It was a beautiful day. Clear and sunny, with a bright blue sky and white fluffy clouds. She wasn’t enjoying it, however. She was hot and sweaty. She was wearing her tall heavy boots, a short wide skirt, and the corset that supported her breasts without covering them. She felt them move with each step, and felt the air on her nipples and the sweat running down her cleavage. She was also wearing a pair of tight sleeves on her arms, running from her wrists up to her middle biceps. They matched her boots and looked kind of sexy in a kinky way, but were just making her hotter now.

She lifted the heavy boots and placed them back on the ground, each step feeling like she was moving through mud. Her body still ached from yesterday’s walk and from the long constraint in the bonds during the party. She just wanted to sit down. Her arms felt stiff in the sleeves, her thighs burned.

Mark was walking, seemingly effortlessly, next to her. Occasionally he encouraged her with a comment or a swat to her behind. But now he stopped her.

“Wait. We’re going to play a game.”

Nikki’s heart sank. A “game” was never fun, it was usually some kind of test. A test of obedience, a test of strength, a test of submission. She was already exhausted.

Mark handed her the water canteen. “Drink, girl. You need your hydration.”

She took a long drink of water.

“Here’s how it’s going to go. I’m going to give you a two minute head start. The path goes straight up the hill, it’s well marked. This is just a test of speed.” Nikki’s heart sank further. Speed! How was she supposed to be fast when her legs felt like lead? “I don’t want to have to track you through the woods – you stay on the path, do you understand?”

Nikki nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

“I’ll follow you and try to catch you. With a two minute head start, it should take me at least 10 minutes to catch you and claim you. I better not catch you before that, you hear me girl?” His voice sounded ominous.

“Yes, Sir.” Nikki was tired. But she wanted to please him. Was desperate to please him. Was ready to please him.

“Ok, girl. Go.” The command was short and to the point.

Nikki took off running. She could feel her heart beating in her chest, could feel her legs pumping, could feel the impact of each step traveling up her body and into her head. She had to do it. Had to keep him off for ten minutes. She knew she could. She felt the adrenaline pumping through her veins.

The trail was getting steeper. There were lose stones and gravel under foot, Nikki almost lost her balance at one point, she stumbled and then kept going. Had to keep going. The sweat was pouring off her now. But she was afraid of failing. She had to get as much distance between her and Mark as possible. Her breath was coming harder.

She felt like she’d been running forever. But it must have been only 5 or 6 minutes. Her legs moving, her feet throbbing, her heart beating fast, her breath ragged. And now she could hear him. She glanced over her shoulder. She could see him in the distance. She needed to go faster. Faster.

Nikki picked up the pace, Her feet thumping on the ground, her arms pumping, the sleeves tight. She could see trees and bushes flashing by. She felt like she was running with the wind. She had gone into some kind of zone. She heard Mark call to her “8 minutes Nikki—come on, you can hold me off!”

Oh! He was close enough for her to hear, but she needed to stay ahead for another two minutes. The possibility of failure flashed in front of Nikki. NO. NO! She wasn’t going to fail. She was going to make him proud. She could do it. She put on a burst of speed. Legs burning. She pushed herself harder. The ground was steeper, with bigger rocks now. She tried to select her footing carefully, but mostly she was just going fast, fast, fast. As fast as she could.

He was right behind her now. She could feel him. She looked behind her. Oh!, He was only yards away. The slope leveled out a bit and she picked up the pace again. He was gaining on her. She looked behind. Yes there was no denying it, he was almost there. She tried a little harder, running, running, running.

But Mark was on her now. She could hear his steps, practically feel his breath. He reached out and grabbed her arm. She twisted away and made it another three steps before he got her again, this time with both hands. He tackled her, like a football player. She was down on the ground before she knew what had happened.

“You just need to hold me off for another 30 seconds, girl. Come on, you can do it. You did a good job with the running. I know you can hold me off…” He was taunting her now. He was also kicking her legs apart.

Nikki shook herself. She had to do something, and now, if she was going to last another 30 seconds. She rotated her body to the right, pushing her right hip up into him. He pushed her back down with his hands.

Now she knew why he had put the sleeves on her. The ground was rough. All sand and loose stones. She was grateful for the leather on her knees and elbows, she could push into the ground with both arms and legs without ripping her skin into shreds on the rocks. She pushed hard with her left side now, trying to destabilize him, trying to keep him off her, make it hard for him to get inside her. She was pushing her hips from side to side now, rocking, trying to keep him off center.

Mark had one hand on each hip. He was pushing her down, even as she tried to push up. He spread her with his hands and she could feel his erection now, oozing against her. She estimated that it was only another 10 or 15 seconds. But he was so much stronger than she was, and she was tired.

Nikki gave a final push with her hands and her legs, trying to rear up. Trying to get him off balance. He was right up against her. His hands were like clamps on each side of her ass, she could feel all ten fingers digging into her. She could feel him spreading her. Could feel his cock poking into her, like it was hunting. But wait. He wasn’t going for her cunt. His cock was right up against her anus. Pushing against her. Wet and slimy with pre-cum. Oh! Was he going to fuck her in the ass? She clenched her muscles trying to just hold him off with her sphincter. She counted, one, two, three, four, five… it couldn’t be much longer. The ten minutes had to be up soon.

“Okay, baby. That’s it. That’s ten minutes.” Mark was murmuring in her ear. “Let me in, now, baby. Come on. I’m going to put my cock deep in your ass and cum into you. You’re such a good girl. You did so well to run so fast. I’m proud of you.”

Nikki felt Mark’s words like a balm. It was so great to please him. So wonderful to rise to his challenges. He put them before her, and inspired her to do more, do better, be better. She loved it. He made her the best she could be. It was amazing. She felt it in her center, she felt it turn to arousal. She felt the warmth expanding out from her core.

“Let me in, girl, push out and let me in.” He was pushing hard against her anus now. She was thankful for his pre-cum, oozing, lubricating. He was in her now, hot. And now he was going deeper. It felt like the heat was radiating up from her ass, through her whole body. Her head felt like it was expanding, hot, hotter, so hot. She could feel it behind her ears, on the top of her head. And he was going deeper still. It felt like he was filling her whole body, hot, pulsing. His cock felt huge inside her.

Mark was all the way in now. He paused for a moment, deep in her. It was so hot in there. So hot and so tight. He was completely enveloped in her heat. He breathed out in her neck. “Yes, girl. Take me. Take all of it.”

And she was taking it. She was filled with him. In the middle of the woods. Bent over, resting on her elbows and knees. Her skirt up around her waist, her breasts hanging down, sweat pouring from her. He could take her where ever and whenever he wanted. He had full access to her. She could resist him as part of the game, but when it came down to it, she had no resistance. She was fully impaled. Fully available. Open to whatever he wanted to give her. She felt the heat of it. The meaning of it. Relaxed into it.

Mark felt Nikki give in. Felt her melt around him. He started to move. Sliding part way out of her. And then pushing all the way back in. He was thrusting now, rhythmically. Pushing into her tight heat. The muscles of her sphincter yielding to him. Her rectum taking him in.

She pushed back into him as he slid. Her breasts were moving with the rhythm of their thrusts, her voice climbing. She could hear it ringing in her own ears, sounding like an animal. It was a cross between a grunt and a cry, getting deeper as her arousal got more intense. She was breathing hard and fast and each breath ended with a cry.

“Unhhh, unhhh, unhhhh, unhhh.” Nikki’s noises rang out. She felt so full of Mark, so filled by him. So warm. All the muscles in her body felt his penetration, she could feel the tension rising. Her thighs were shaking, her stomach clenching, her back was tight. She pushed back into him harder and harder, grunting now with the effort of fucking him. She was so thankful for the leather protecting her knees and her elbows as she was pushed forward on the sandy gravel, little stones digging into her, with each thrust.

Mark was getting more intense too. His hands gripped her hips. He arched his back and thrust deeper into her tight hot ass. He grunted and grimaced as he pushed his hips forward, going deeper and harder. It felt like he was going all the way up to her throat. The orgasm was getting closer. His balls got tight as the cum gathered there, getting ready to shoot up into her.
Nikki could feel it. He was right on the edge. She could recognize his sounds. She couldn’t see his face, but she knew. She knew he was going to cum soon. And she let herself build along with him, she felt his desire, his arousal, knew he had enjoyed the game, enjoyed overpowering her, enjoyed her resistance. But most of all enjoyed her success. He knew she was tired, and he knew she had performed anyway. She had done what he asked because he asked. It was a turn-on for both of them.

Mark thrust in even harder. Deeper. Stronger. His cock seemed to get bigger, harder, his thrusts stronger. And then he exploded, hot cum shooting up into her entrails, filling her. She felt the force of it, the heat, the intensity. And she went over too, bucking back into him, and crying out, her vagina tightening down on the emptiness. Her asshole contracting on him. She felt impossibly full of him, bathed in him, completed by him.

He relaxed onto her, she felt his weight and felt his breath panting in her ear. They stayed that way for a moment or two, panting, the sweat dripping off them and evaporating in the mid-day sun. She hung her head and moaned, wanting him to stay right there, not to move, not ever to move, but to fill her, fill her forever.

Nikki could feel Mark’s cock starting to soften. He was going to slide out, sooner or later. This was going to have to end, no matter how much she wanted it to go on. There was nothing she could do. She whined plaintively as she felt him pull out, and then felt the slimy trail as his cock moved down her thigh.

“Come on, girl. We’ve still got to get back.” Mark was back to business. He seemed to have recovered completely, even if she hadn’t.

Mark pulled out the canteen again, took a swig of water, and handed it to Nikki.

“Drink, girl.”

She took a big draught of water. So cool and satisfying. It really hit the spot. Mmmm.

Mark took the canteen back. Splashed a handful of water on his cock, and then wiping it on a bandanna he had in his pocket. It was covered in shit and cum and sweat. Oof. He got as much of it off on the cloth as he could. Then he turned to Nikki. “Get over here girl, finish cleaning me with your mouth. Gently now. Don’t arouse me, just get me clean.”

This was hard. Nikki knew about oral-fecal disease transmission. She had been trained by her parents, her teachers, her doctors, everyone to wash her hands carefully and never get shit anywhere near her mouth. And now Mark was asking her to deliberately put his cock in her mouth after it had been in her asshole. There wasn’t any visible shit on it, but she knew that without soap and hotwater the germs were still there.

Nikki closed her eyes for a moment. Centered herself. This was her trainer. He knew what he was doing. Knew the risks for a healthy woman like herself were minimal. Knew that her submission was more important. She trusted him. She could do this.

Nikki opened her eyes and opened her mouth. Moved toward Mark and took his cock between her lips. It was soft now, tender and vulnerable. She bathed it in her warm heat. It did taste vaguely of shit, but she could also taste the cum. She could feel the same mixture sliding out of her anus and oozing down her leg at the same time.

“Good girl.” Mark’s voice was appreciative, appraising, as he patted her head. “You are such a good girl. Such a good slave. You do just what I tell you, don’t you?”

Nikki murmured her agreement, her mouth full of cock.

“Okay, girl. Time to get going.” It only took them 45 minutes to get back down the hill. Mark kept Nikki going at a rapid pace. And the whole time she felt the ooze sliding out of her, was aware of her submission. She was also just a little bit worried about what was going to happen when they got back. These Serbian guys didn’t sound too nice. But for now she was still Mark’s girl. Still protected by him. Still controlled by him. Still his. She loved it.