Chapter 1: Survival Sex
Jay was sitting near the riverbank, feeling the soothing embrace of nature as he gazed out across the calm waters. The sun filtered through the lush green foliage overhead, casting playful shadows on the ground below. He felt content and at peace with his surroundings. His well-toned body, built from years of Serving, radiated strength and vitality.
Jay looked around, taking in the natural beauty of the woods. The sound of the river gently flowing over smooth pebbles was soothing, and the rich scent of earth and wildflowers filled the air.
Then, he heard a rustle in the bushes. Emerging from the thicket, he saw her - a petite figure dressed in what appeared to be a ghillie suit, made up of bits of camouflage fabric, twigs, and leaves.
She was clearly lost, her cropped top revealing a flat stomach and her denim shorts so short they were practically non-existent. Her timid demeanor was at odds with her attire, and Jay couldn't help but feel a mix of curiosity and concern.
"Hey there," he called out, raising his hands in a non-threatening gesture. "You look like you could use some help."
She turned towards him, her eyes wide with fear. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intrude," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm just...
lost," she finally managed to say, her voice barely audible. Jay could see her chest rising and falling rapidly, her breaths coming in quick bursts. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes darted around nervously.
"Well, you're lucky you found me then," Jay said, flashing her a reassuring smile. "I'm Jay, by the way. Nice to meet you." He extended his hand, but she just stared at it, her eyes wide with surprise.
"Jules," she whispered, her hand trembling as she reached out to shake his. Their hands met briefly, and Jay felt a jolt of electricity at their touch.
He could see the goosebumps rising on her skin, her nipples hardening under her skimpy top. He cleared his throat, trying to shake off the sudden wave of lust that had hit him.
"So, Jules, what brings you out here all by yourself in the middle of nowhere?" Jay asked, trying to keep his voice casual.
She bit her lip, looking away. "I...I was just exploring," she muttered. "I needed some time alone."
Jay nodded, even though he didn't believe her. But he didn't press. He had seen enough to know that she was hiding something.
But he also saw the way her body responded to him, the way her eyes darkened with desire. He decided to play along, for now.
"Well, Jules, I'm glad you found me. I could use some company. You want to sit down?" He gestured to the small clearing by the riverbank, where a worn-out blanket was spread out.
She hesitated for a moment before nodding and following him. As they sat down, she kept her distance, her eyes scanning their surroundings nervously.
"You shouldn't be out here alone, you know," Jay said, his voice low.
"It's not safe."
Jules looked at him, her eyes meeting his. She could see the concern in his gaze, but also something else. Something primal and raw. She felt a shiver run down her spine, and her heartbeat quickened.
"I can take care of myself," she said, her voice barely a whisper. But she knew she was lying. She wasn't out here for a fucking nature hike. She was out here because she needed something. Something she couldn't find anywhere else.
Jay looked at her, his eyes darkening. "I bet you can," he said, his voice rough.
He reached out, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. His fingers lingered, tracing the line of her jaw. "But even the toughest people need help sometimes."
She shivered at his touch, her breath hitching. "Wh-what kind of help?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Jay leaned in, his face inches from hers. "The kind that makes you forget about everything else," he murmured. "The kind that leaves you breathless and begging for more."
He saw the pulse in her neck quicken, felt the heat radiating off her body.
He reached out, his thumb tracing her bottom lip, feeling the softness of it. She let out a soft gasp, her eyes fluttering closed.
"Jay," she breathed out, her voice filled with need.
He didn't wait for her to ask. He leaned in, capturing her mouth in a hard, bruising kiss. She let out a soft moan, her body pressing against his. He could feel her nipples hardening against his chest, and he groaned, deepening the kiss.
His hands roamed her body, not gentle, but not rough either. Just...hungry.
He traced the curve of her waist, her hips, before settling on the swell of her ass, squeezing it roughly. She gasped into his mouth, her body pressing against his harder.
He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck, biting and sucking on the sensitive skin there. She arched her back, moaning softly, her hands gripping his hair tightly.
"Fuck, you taste good," he murmured, his voice hoarse with desire. He unbuttoned her top, his hands eager to touch her skin. He pushed the fabric aside, exposing her small, perfect breasts.
He took one nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the hardened peak. She arched her back, a low moan escaping her lips.
"You like that, don't you?" he murmured against her skin, his voice a low growl. "You like feeling my mouth on you."
She nodded, her breaths coming in short gasps. "Yes," she whispered. "God, yes."
He switched to the other nipple, giving it the same attention. His hands roamed her body, exploring every curve, every dip. He could feel her heart racing, her body trembling with need.
He wanted to take his time, to savor every moment, but the desire between them was too raw, too intense. He needed her now.
He unzipped her shorts and slid them down her legs, his eyes taking in the sight of her. She was bare, completely naked beneath him, and the thought of it sent a surge of lust through him.
He looked up at her, his eyes dark with hunger. "You're so fucking beautiful," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "I want to taste every inch of you."
She let out a soft moan, her body arching towards him.
"Please, Jay," she whispered, her voice filled with desperation. "Please touch me."
Jay didn't need to be told twice. He moved his hand between her thighs, his fingers brushing against her wetness. She let out a sharp gasp, her hips bucking against his hand.
"Fuck, you're so wet," he murmured, his voice low and rough. He slid a finger inside her, feeling her tighten around him. He added another finger, stretching her, preparing her.
She moaned, her body moving in sync with his fingers. "More," she begged, her voice barely above a whisper.
Jules pulls out a small, discreet vibrator that she has hidden in her pocket . She offers it to him, and he raises an eyebrow in surprise. "You came prepared," he comments, a smirk playing on his lips.
She bites her lip, nodding. "Always."
He takes the vibrator from her, turning it on to a low hum. He runs it along her inner thigh, teasing her as she squirms beneath him. "You like that?"
She nods, her breath coming in short gasps. "Yes. Please."
He moves the vibrator to her clit, the low hum sending her body into overdrive. She arches her back, a low moan escaping her lips as she grinds against the sensation.
Jay watches Jules squirm with desire. Lust-fueled ideas form in his head. Thoughts about making her squirt, fucking her hard with his fist, and making her climax repeatedly. But he starts simple. He wants to build her up slowly. He wants to see her unravel under his touch.
"You look so fucking sexy, Jules." Jay's voice is a low growl, "You like the vibration here?" He presses the vibe harder against her clit.
Jules nods, her cheeks flushed, her eyes closed. "Y-yes, so much."
He leans down, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. He fucks her mouth with his tongue, mimicking the motion of what he wants to do to her pussy.
Her eyes fluttered closed, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she welcomed him in, her fingers entwining in his hair, a gentle tug that pulled him closer. The room was filled with the soft hum of the vibrator, its rhythmic pulsations echoing through the air like a secret language only they understood. She could feel the tension building within her, her breath catching in her throat as the device sent waves of pleasure crashing over her, each one more intense than the last.
He broke the kiss, his breath ragged and his heart pounding in his chest. He leaned back, his eyes locked onto hers, drinking in the sight of her flushed skin and the delicate pink hue that stained her cheeks. Her lips, swollen and glistening from their passionate embrace, parted slightly as she caught her breath. He could see the faint outline of her nipples through the thin fabric of her blouse, hard and eager for his touch. He reached out, his fingers tracing the curve of her breast before gently pinching one of the taut peaks. She let out a sharp gasp, her body arching slightly as a wave of pleasure coursed through her. @Rope . The thought flashed through his mind like lightning. He wanted to tie her up, make her completely at his mercy. But not yet. He could see the raw desperation in her eyes, the hunger for release. He wanted to build her up, make her come undone.
He moved the vibrator lower, pressing it against her entrance. She bucked her hips, trying to take it in, but he held it just out of reach. "You want it, don't you?" he growled, his voice low and rough. "You want to feel it inside you."
"Yes," she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please, Jay. @Cock-Extender ?" Jules pleaded, her breath coming in short gasps, her eyes pleading with him. She had heard stories about the device, and she desperately wanted to feel it inside her.
Jay smirked, a wicked glint in his eyes. "You want me to fuck you with this?" he asked, holding up the silicone Cock-Extender, its ridges and grooves glistening in the dappled sunlight.
She nodded eagerly, her chest heaving with anticipation. "Yes, please. I want to feel it inside me."
Jay stood up, stripping off his clothes with quick, efficient movements. @Rope , he thought again, his cock throbbing at the idea of binding her, making her completely helpless to his touch. But he pushed the thought aside for now, focusing on the task at hand.
He knelt between her legs, the sight of her pussy glistening with desire making his mouth water. He leaned down, his tongue flicking out to taste her. She let out a sharp gasp, her hips bucking against his mouth.
"Fuck, you taste so good," he murmured, his voice muffled against her skin. He licked and sucked at her clit, his fingers sliding inside her to pump in and out, mimicking the motion of a cock.
She was so fucking tight, her pussy clamping down on his fingers like a vice. He wanted to feel that grip around his cock, wanted to feel her milking him for everything he had.
But first, he wanted to see her come with the vibrator.
He pulled his fingers out, replaced them with the Cock-Extender. He turned up the power, the hum filling the air again as he pressed the tip against her entrance.
"Fuck," she gasped, her hips bucking up to meet it. "That's so fucking big."
He grinned, a filthy smirk that promised so much more. "You can take it, baby.
I know you can," Jay whispered, his voice laced with promise and desire. He reached for the rope he had brought with him, the coils lying nearby where he had discarded his clothes. Her eyes widened, a mix of surprise and anticipation flashing across her face. He had seen that look before, the one that said she wanted to be taken, to be used. It was intoxicating.
With deft movements, he secured her wrists above her head, binding them together with the rope. She gasped, a soft moan escaping her lips as he tightened the knot, her body arching against the restraint.
"Jay, what are you doing?" she asked, her voice filled with a mix of surprise and anticipation.
He looked at her, his eyes dark with hunger. "I'm going to make you come so hard, you won't know what hit you," he growled, his voice low and rough. He moved down her body, his hands grasping her ankles.
"Spread your legs for me, Jules," he commanded, his voice low and rough. She complied, her breathing coming in short gasps as she felt the rough rope wrap around her ankles, securing them to the bedposts.
Her body was now completely at his mercy, her limbs spread wide and her pussy exposed and ready for him. He could see the pulse beating wildly at the base of her throat, her chest heaving with anticipation.
She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and desire. "Jay, what are you going to do to me?" she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.
He grinned, a wicked smirk that promised so much more. He leaned down, his mouth capturing hers in a searing kiss, his tongue fucking her mouth as he would soon be fucking her pussy.
When he finally broke away, her eyes were glazed with desire, her lips swollen and parted. "More," she begged, her voice barely a whisper, yet filled with need. "Please, Jay, I want more rope. I want to feel more, to feel totally at your mercy."
Her words sent a jolt straight to his cock, making it twitch in anticipation. He had been holding back, wanting to savor the moment, but her plea was too much to resist. He sat up, his eyes scanning her body, taking in the sight of her bound and spread wide for him. He felt a thrill of power at the sight, knowing she was completely his to control. He moved to the side of the bed, grabbing more rope from the coils he had discarded earlier. "You want more rope, huh?" he asked, his voice low and rough, a smirk playing on his lips.
"You want to feel totally at my mercy, huh? Well, baby, let's make that happen." He grabbed the coil of rope he'd discarded earlier and, with quick, practiced movements, fashioned a collar around her neck. He tightened it just enough to make her aware of its presence, but not enough to cause discomfort. He looked down at her, his eyes darkening with lust. "How does that feel?"
She swallowed hard, her eyes wide with a mix of surprise and excitement. "It feels...real," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "It feels like I'm really yours." Her words sent a jolt straight to his cock, making it throb with need. He leaned down, his mouth capturing hers in a bruising kiss, his teeth nipping at her lower lip. He could taste her desire, her surrender, and it was intoxicating.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, her collarbone, until he reached the valley between her breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the hardened peak before moving to the other. She arched her back, moaning softly, her body pressing against his. He could feel her heat, her wetness, against his stomach.
Jay's fingers traced her pussy, his touch light and teasing. She let out a soft gasp, her hips bucking against his hand. He smiled against her skin, his fingers tracing her folds, teasing her clit before dipping inside. She was so fucking wet, so ready for him. he murmured against her skin, his voice low and rough.
"You want my cock, don't you, Jules? You want to feel it inside you."
She let out a soft moan, her hips bucking against his hand. "Yes, Jay. Please. I want it. I need it."
Her voice was raw, primal, and Jay could feel the desperation radiating off her. He reached for the Cock-Extender, his eyes never leaving hers as he rolled the silicone down his already rock-hard cock. The sight of it, thicker and longer than before, was enough to make her eyes widen with a mix of fear and desire.
He positioned himself at her entrance, the head of the Cock-Extender already glistening with her arousal. He looked down at her, his eyes dark with hunger. "You ready for this, Jules?" Jay growled, his voice low and rough, as he positioned the head of the Cock-Extender at her entrance. She nodded, her eyes locked onto his, her breaths coming in short, desperate gasps. He could see the fear mixed with the desire in her eyes, and it only served to turn him on more. He thrust forward, slamming into her with one hard, powerful stroke. She let out a sharp cry, her back arching as her body tried to accommodate the sudden intrusion. He grunted, a primal sound from deep within his chest, as he felt her tight, wet heat surround him.
The size of the Cock-Extender was overwhelming, her body stretching to take him in. She gasped, her fingers digging into the rope that bound her wrists, her ankles struggling against their restraints.
Jay didn't give her a moment to adjust, instead withdrawing almost completely before slamming back into her, his hips snapping against hers with brutal force. Her body jolted with each thrust, her breaths coming in ragged gasps as she tried to keep up with the relentless pace.
"Fuck, Jules, you're so goddamn tight," Jay growled, his voice a low rumble that matched the rhythm of his hips. Sweat dripped from his brow, his muscles tensing and releasing with each powerful thrust. He could feel her nails digging into his back, her legs wrapping around him, urging him deeper, harder.
The Cock-Extender filled her completely, hitting spots inside her she didn't even know existed. She could feel every ridge, every groove, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her.
Jay fucked her harder, his body slapping against hers with a primal rhythm. He could feel her body tensing, her legs wrapping around him tighter, urging him deeper. He reached up, his hand wrapping around the rope that encircled her neck. He pulled, tightening the grip it had around her throat. She gasped, her eyes widening as she felt the rope dig into her skin, a mixture of fear and exhilaration coursing through her veins. Jay growled, his voice raw and primal. "You like feeling my cock deep inside you while I choke you, don't you, Jules?" His hips moved faster, his cock pounding into her with brutal force. The rope around her neck tightened further, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
"Fuck me harder, Jay," she moaned, her voice a ragged plea. The sound of her voice, raw and desperate, pushed Jay over the edge. He let out a primal growl, his hips moving even faster, his cock slamming into her with brutal force. The sight of her, bound and at his mercy, was too much for him to handle.
Jay's hand left the rope, instead moving to her breast, squeezing and pinching her nipple roughly. She cried out into his mouth, her body arching against his.
"Jay, please—" The sound of her voice, so raw and desperate, sent a jolt of electricity straight to his cock. He couldn't take it anymore, he needed more of her, all of her, now. With a swift movement, he undid the ropes, his hands running down her arms, her legs, feeling her shiver as the restraints fell away. She gasped, her body convulsing with the sudden release of tension and the overwhelming sensation of his cock still pounding into her. Her hands flew to his back, her nails digging into his skin as she pulled him deeper, harder. "Yes," she screamed, her voice a primal, desperate cry. "More, Jay, please, more!" The sight of her, no longer bound, but completely open and vulnerable to him, was almost too much to bear.
A wild, primal desire surged through him, and he needed more of her. Now. He pulled out of her, his cock glistening with her juices, and flipped her over, positioning her on her hands and knees. He could see her chest heaving, her breasts swaying gently as she caught her breath. He grabbed her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, and pulled her back towards him.
She looked at him over her shoulder, her eyes glazed with desire and submission. "I want to ride you, Jay," she whispered, her voice a low growl that matched the intensity of her gaze. "I want to feel you deep inside me, to control the pace."
Jay's breath hitched in his throat at her words. She was a natural at this, a natural at submitting to him, but also at taking control when she needed to. He loved that about her.
He loved that she could take control, that she could ask for what she wanted. But right now, he needed to be in control. He needed to feel her submit to him completely. He wrapped the rope around her neck again, pulling it tight as he thrust into her from behind. She moaned, her body arching back against him, her hands grasping at the rope as if to pull it tighter. he growled, his voice rough with lust. "You like feeling the rope bite into your skin, don't you, Jules?"
She moaned in response, her body moving in time with his thrusts. "Yes," she gasped. I do. It makes me feel...alive."
He pounded into her harder, his grip on the rope tightening. "You're mine, Jules," he grunted.
"All mine." He tightened the rope around her neck, pulling until her face turned a shade of blue. She gasped, her hands clawing at the rope, her eyes wide with fear and excitement. Jay's cock throbbed inside her, the sight of her struggling, of her body fighting for air, sending him over the edge.
She clawed at the rope, her eyes bulging as she struggled to breathe. Panic surged through her, but so did a dark, twisted pleasure. She was at his mercy, completely at his mercy, and it was thrilling.
Jay's hips moved faster, his cock slamming into her with brutal force. He could feel her body tensing, her muscles clenching around him. He growled, his body shaking with the effort. "Come for me, Jules," he demanded. "Come on my cock.
Come all over me, Jules," Jay growled, his voice hoarse with desire. He needed her to come, needed to feel her release around him.
"More, Jay, please," she moaned, her voice raw and desperate. The sound sent a jolt of electricity straight to his cock, making him thrust harder, deeper. He could feel her body responding, her muscles tightening around him, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He loved pushing her, loved seeing her struggle, loved seeing her surrender to him completely.
He tightened the rope, cutting off her air supply, and fucked her harder, his hips slamming against her, his cock pounding into her with brutal force. Her body convulsed with each thrust, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps, her hands clawing at the rope.
"Jay," she gasped, her voice barely a whisper, her eyes wide with fear and excitement. "Jay, I...I can't breathe."
The sight of her, choking on the rope, her body writhing beneath him, sent a surge of lust through him. He growled, his grip on the rope tightening, his hips moving faster, his cock slamming into her with brutal force.
"That's the point, Jules," he grunted, his voice low and rough. "You can't breathe. You can't think.
You can't breathe. You can only feel. That's what it all comes down to, Jules thought as she reached back, her hand wrapping around Jay's cock. She loved the way it felt, thick and hard, throbbing with need. She stroked it, her fingers sliding along the length, feeling the ridges and grooves of the Cock-Extender. Jay groaned, his hips stuttering in surprise and pleasure. She could feel his body tense, his control slipping as she brought him to the brink with a few simple touches. She loved the power she had over him, loved the way he lost control when she touched him like this.
Jay's grip on the rope loosened, his breath coming in quick, ragged gasps. "Fuck, Jules," he growled, his voice laced with both frustration and desire.
She had taken control, taken him out of his element, and he fucking loved it. But he needed to regain control, needed to feel her submit to him completely. He pulled her hair back, hard, wrapping the rope around her neck and pulling it tight. She let out a cry, her body arching against him, her hands clutching at the rope as if it were a lifeline. He leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back, his lips hot against her ear. "You're mine now, Jules," he whispered, his voice low and dark.
With a harsh tug on the rope, he drove his cock into her from behind, fucking her hard and deep in a relentless rhythm that left them both gasping for breath. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the air, a primal, wild symphony that matched the intensity of their passion.