The Great Escape Chapter 7, Part 3 of 5

The Great Escape
Chapter 7, Part 3 of 5

"Ladies," she said, addressing the judges, "I suggest we treat Kalyndra as a hostile witness. I believe she is trying to sow discord among the Woodlanders."

"I am not sowing discord!" Kalyndra exclaimed. "You never asked for my evidence, so I am giving it now. There was no crime: Ezra is no rapist!"

"If Ezra did not rape Kalyndra," Mirselene addressed the judges, "then why did he plead guilty?"
Annela stood up to reply.

"Ezra can change his plea, Madam. Now you see that Kalyndra is not accusing him."

There were nods and murmurs of agreement from the tribe. It seemed only fair to say there would be no crime if there were no victims, and Kalyndra denied being the victim.

Mirselene sat down to confer with the other judges.

"Kalyndra is trying to divide us. Her testimony is suspect," she said.

"But there were no witnesses to the actual crime if there was one," Casti replied. "Without a witness or accuser, the trial is null and void."

As Lenta supported Casti, Mirselene had to relent. However, she would not give up one point: Kalyndra was dangerous to the tribe. The judges agreed this needed to be resolved.

There was a silent expectation as Mirselene turned to address the witness.

"Kalyndra, if you are not a provocateur, why do you call the accused 'chief'? He is not a chief."

"Ezra is the natural chief here," Kalyndra replied, looking around at the tribeswomen. "You all know this. Most of you already treat him as your chief, but only I will say it. A man should command, and women should obey!"

"That is enough!" Mirselene said. "You have proved that your presence here is a danger to our harmony and security."

Kalyndra crossed her arms and held her chin up in defiance. Casti whispered to Mirselene, who nodded silently, continuing:

"However, the court recognizes the point of law brought up by Annela. If there is no accuser and no witness, then the charge of rape must be dropped. So, I asked Ezra, do you want to change your plea?"

Ezra knew that changing his plea would embarrass Mirselene and lower her status in the tribe. He also disapproved of what Kalyndra said, though he recognized that many Woodlanders treated him with exaggerated deference. However, he did not want to command.

He considered carefully and said:

"If there was no crime, then I cannot be guilty, yet I am guilty of disobeying Chief Mirselene." He emphasized the word "chief," so he accepted whatever punishment the judges decided was appropriate for him.

Mirselene was pleased by his words and said Annela had made no further pleas. The judges considered the verdict and sentence one more time.

"Ezra Goldrick," Mirselene intoned, "you are sentenced to a week's exile from the camp. You may stay at the Honeymoon Lodge."

"As for you, Kalyndra. You are not on trial, but you have acted and spoken foolishly. You will be tied and hobbled at all times. You will be watched closely and prevented from ever goading Ezra sexually again until the time comes to return you to your tribe."

Ezra's exile began immediately. He packed up his small bag and made to leave for the lodge but was called back by Casti.

"You'll need provisions," she said, signaling Erin and Annela to go to the storage hut. Sharne and Dagma joined them, carrying baskets to the lodge, except Annela, who took a smoldering taper from the stove. At the lodge, Erin had to drag Annela away practically, but eventually, they left Ezra alone to start his punishment.

The day after Ezra went into exile, after she had eaten her dinner, Kalyndra allowed herself to be tied to her bed, as usual. She made no protest, but tonight, she waited until it was almost dark and quickly undid her bonds. She lost a plank at the rear of the hut and slipped out of the camp, carrying her ropes.

She crept silently into the darkening forest and took the narrow track to the lodge. When she arrived, Ezra was dozing on the bed, lying on his back, his arms by his side. One of Mirselene's books, which had mysteriously been included in a basket of provisions, was open on his chest and dangerously close to falling on the floor.

The light from a clay oil lamp burned on a wooden stand near the bed, casting sinister shadows into the room's corners.

Kalyndra crept in silently and stood beside his bed. She leaned over him, holding the ropes in her hands. There was a noise, and Ezra woke, startled. There was just enough light for him to take in the scene. He had heard Kalyndra fall to her knees beside the bed. There she was, in the position of a supplicant, offering up her ropes to him with outstretched arms.

Ezra took the proffered ropes and gently stroked Kalyndra's wild hair out of her face so he could lift her chin.

"You are here to prove your courtroom declaration was sincere?"

"I am here to serve you, Ezra."

"Are you sure this is what you want?" Ezra asked.

"Yes, my chief," Kalyndra assured him. "Do whatever you want with me."

"So be it," he said, giving her his first order: "Take your clothes off!"

She began to pull off her smock.

"Slowly," he ordered.

She pulled the dress up inch by inch, gradually exposing her hairy bush, flat stomach, rib cage, and luscious breasts. She pulled the dress over her head and laid it down.

"Turn around!"

She did so. He inspected her body in the flickering light.

"Kalyndra, you are wonderful. I've never seen anyone quite so perfect."

"Thank you, Chief Ezra."

"But Mirselene was right. I am not the chief here. I don't mind if you call me chief when we are alone together, but I won't have you call me chief in front of the others. Do you understand?"

"Yes, my chief."

"This is going to be the rule for us. You will be tied up every time we have sex. Do you want that?"

"Oh, God! Yes!" she thought, but aloud, she said, "I want whatever brings you pleasure, my chief."

"Very well. Lie on the bed, your front."

She did so. He pulled her arms behind her and tied her left wrist to her right ankle and her right wrist to her left ankle. Then he turned her over. Naked, her tied arms trapped underneath, her knees raised, she was well restrained and vulnerable.

He spread her knees and lay on her to press his mouth against hers, sealing her submission with their first kiss.

Kalyndra's response was electric. She opened her mouth and popped her tongue out, caressing his, inviting him in. When he pressed his tongue into her mouth, she sucked on it wantonly.

He eased his mouth from hers and kissed his way down her neck, loving the taste of her skin and the smell of her hair. He took his first mouthful of a succulent tit, glorying in the firm roundness of her flesh, her hot skin, her generous areole, and her hard, erect nipples.

She arched when he sucked the nipple. She squirmed against the ropes binding her, frustrated that she couldn't hold him or wrap her legs around him. He sucked at her other tit and pushed his hand through her soft pubic hair to cup her mound and feel her moist slit. He could smell her arousal.

He kissed down her belly to her pussy and tasted it greedily. Lapping at her clitoris, he pushed a forefinger into her damp cavity to find the sensitive spots. The bindings made Kalyndra's nerves tingle. She sucked in her breath sharply and then closed her eyes to give in entirely to the sensation of being tied up and used.

"Oh, God!" she exclaimed as he used his finger on her faster, twirling his tongue around her erotic nub and sucking it into his mouth. She was already close to a release.

"Oh, God! Ezra, please, I'm almost there, please!"

She almost screamed, at which point he stopped, leaving her high and dry, her hot soaked pussy aching for his touch, her giant nipples hard as bullets.

Letting her relax a little, he started again, licking up a storm on her clitoris and then prodding a finger into her slit. Again, he got her close to the edge and then stopped. She moaned loud, frustrated, wanting to hold his face to her pussy or bring herself off with a vigorous finger.

Ezra smiled at her beautiful anguish. He squeezed a nipple and pulled it out hard. She writhed in exquisite torture, the voluptuous pain sending a charge to her clitoris and causing an extra flood in her vagina. He pulled the nipple out even further and sucked hard on the other tit. She breathed deeply, bucking her pelvis.

He let go of her nipple and massaged the tit. Then he lay on her, and they kissed again. She was eager and responsive but needed more. She could feel his hot hard cock against her belly and squirmed again, trying to entice it into her slit, but he held off, making her wait, making her want it even more.

She shook her head in pleasure and frustration and found her voice again.

"Please? I need to cum. I can't take any more. Please, Ezra?"

"Well, if you ask like that," he said. He put his left hand flat on her stomach and, with his right hand, drilled two fingers into her soaking hole; the fingertips turned up to catch the g-spot. He wanked her hard and fast. She came instantly, the sweet spasm rocking her body, shaking her thighs. He felt her stomach muscles bunching under his hand.

He vibrated her again, and she had a second moaning convulsion. A third orgasm made her cry out, and the fourth caused her to protest for real, suffering a painful over-stimulation. She sighed satisfactorily when the beautiful torment ceased, and he let her rest a little.

Still in her bindings, he pulled her up to a kneeling position. She waited expectantly for his orders, the joy of anticipation building her lustful tension again.

"Open your mouth," he commanded.

She did so, and he pushed in his hard cock.

"Now suck my cock but don't use your teeth."

Kalyndra obeyed and, for a woman who had never given a man a blowjob, was surprisingly expert. She used her tongue teasingly, running it around the tip and along the shaft. She bobbed her head to get more of the cock into her mouth and give him some friction. She hummed in her throat and glanced up at him with submissive black eyes.

Ezra was building nicely to his climax, but he didn't want to cum in her mouth this time. He pulled out and pushed her onto her back.

Bondage suited Kalyndra more than any women he knew. She loved being tied and defenseless to him. She lay waiting breathlessly, her color heightened, her nipples erect, yearning to be fucked hard. Her pussy dripped with lubricious expectation.

It was time. He lay on her, grabbed her tits, and launched, penetrating her up to the hilt. She sighed and moaned, struggling in her restraints to push her pelvis up and engulf his cock with every thrust.

He rammed her hard the first few times, then he settled into a rhythm, making long strokes and sometimes pulling out entirely before thrusting back in.

That was the movement she liked best. Her high-pitched, loud moans were encouraging enough. He thrust and withdrew, thrust and withdrew, while she shut her eyes, moaned, and eventually came, shaking and jolting, wetting the bed.

A few more thrusts and it was his time as well. He sank his cock deep into her and fixed her mouth with a kiss as he pulled out his semen in long, satisfying surges.

Afterward, he untied her, and they dozed in each other's arms for an hour, at which time Ezra was ready to go again.

"Kalyndra," he said, "the sweet way you suffer under restraint and always beg for more is the most incredible turn-on.

Do you like being tied up?"

"Yes, my chief."

"And punished?"

"Yes, my chief."

"Good. I'm going to fuck your arse. I warn you; it may hurt. Do you have anything to say?"

"I am yours to use as you will, Chief Ezra."

"Very well."

He ordered her onto her back and tied her left forearm to her left shin and the same on the other side. Beautiful as Kalyndra was, she was even more attractive as a trussed-up sex slave.

He kissed her. When he was ready, he pulled her onto her front so her face was pressed down into the bed and her arse wantonly raised and exposed.

There was a wooden flask of nut oil in the storage box. He poured some oil onto his fingers and smeared it around her anus, dipping a finger into her tightly sensitive hole. Kalyndra emitted something between a gasp and a moan. He poured more oil and worked his finger in and out. She moaned even more. Now he pushed two slippery fingers into her bottom, twisting them around and fucking her with them.

Loud though her moans were, she also seemed to be enjoying it.

With two fingers nicely accommodated, he poured oil over his rigid cock and smeared it around.

"Are you ready?" he asked, positioning the tip of his cock against her tiny hole, now less tightly puckered than twenty minutes ago.

"I'm yours, my chief," she grunted out.

He pushed his stiff cock into her arise and fucked her slowly. She groaned. Her muscles bunched, and she squeezed him tightly.

"Relax, darling," he said. "Just relax."

She did so, and he thrust in and out, gradually building up speed as she moaned louder and breathed in gasps.

He pushed ever faster and harder into the hogtied woman, urged on by her sweet moans and palpable arousal.

Pulling out and flipping her onto her back, he saw how erect her nipples were. She glowed with sweat. The lips of her pussy flared to reveal glistening pink satin cushions, a hole open between them.

"Oh God, Kalyndra, you're so beautiful!"

He grunted out the words as he began stuffing her again.

"Ezra, Ezra, my chief. I'm close. Please don't stop! Oh, God! I'm so close. Oh, no!"

But he hadn't stopped, only slowed. He felt himself building too quickly and wanted to last longer. He held off between thrusts and pushed his thumb into her aching pussy. Then he rammed in again. She came immediately with an urgent yelping cry. She came again a minute later as he relentlessly drove his cock and thumb into her two adjacent holes until, unable to contain himself any longer, he came as well, groaning and shaking.

He collapsed onto her and rested for some time before untying her bonds. Then they slept the refreshing sleep of the sexually exhausted.

A buzz went around the camp early next morning when it was discovered that Kalyndra had escaped. A search party was again sent out. It was assumed she had made it to the Mariner settlement, but the tracking party found no sign of her having gone west. They searched and soon found footprints in the muddy path beside the river.

A loud whistle summoned the dispersed trackers back to the camp. Mirselene was at breakfast when Sharne brought her report, so the discussion was public. One who took part was Annela, who said:


To be continued