Memories of a Tourist

“Please, don’t,” I implored, “I didn’t mean – “

“Shhh!” he commanded, sternly.

Leaving me tied there, with only the strong sun glaring at my guilt, he walked behind a tool shed. Lumbering back over to where I was, he lifted my chin and gazed into my green eyes. His calloused finger traced a slow path across my jawline. I trembled with fear, not knowing his intentions, the skin on my neck prickling at his touch. The stranger slowly undid the narrow straps of my dress, which fell around my ankles, revealing the blue bikini I had worn in case I had wanted a swim. I felt his piercing eyes, sizing up my medium-sized breasts and narrow waist to his satisfaction.

My eyes grew wide as I pulled at my bindings, realizing I was stuck here, at the mercy of this giant. He placed two plump fingers under the elastic of my bottoms and dragged them down to join the dress below. I could feel the heat rising on my face as my cheeks blushed red with shame. A shiver ran up my spine as a light breeze washed over my nakedness.

A bunch of long, reedy weeds was torn at their roots by the man’s angry hands. He held one end, as he raised up his muscular arm behind him. Whoosh! Down it came through the air with a thwack, against the exposed skin of my upper thighs, the sting of the stems raising red marks on my white flesh. I closed my eyes to the assault, unable to face my punisher.

Again, the stems rained down upon me, this time across my abdomen, causing me to wince with the shock of it. A tear welled up in my eye. Perhaps this had caused him to reconsider, as I felt his hand lower to my reddened belly to feel its heat. He looked at what he had done to me.

My eyes pleaded with him to stop this, promising him I would never again repeat my thoughtless mistake. At that moment, I thought I saw a softening of his face. Some of the tension had left it. He knelt down and gently kissed my bare mound.

“I’m so sorry, laydee. I jus’ get so angry, sum time,” he offered me, looking into my frightened eyes. “My place here is small, but it belong to ME. Yoo don’ take away a man’s dignitee. It is not good.”

“I make yoo betta,” he continued. And with that he reached down and began to tenderly stroke my pussy, causing it to respond on its own, with a glistening swell. His other hand reached behind me, caressing the smooth skin of my ass. Pretty soon I became lost in sensations, forgetting the previous lashing I had received. My puffy slit was dripping with desire, practically begging for attention. I wriggled as he opened and removed my bikini top, releasing my breasts to his waiting mouth. He sucked in a nipple, prodding and teasing with his tongue and teeth. I couldn’t help letting out a pleasurable moan. He knew he had won. My body was under his complete control, to do with as he wished.

“Yoo like?” he asked, looking down into my eyes. “Yoo want me more? I glanced upwards, nodding my wishes, offering my soul to be forgiven.