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 After lounging in bed for a while, we decide to go for a leisurely stroll
along the lake shore.  The swans glide about serenely, and then come ashore
to assault passersby for food.  We wander about the town, hand in hand,
enjoying the sights and working our way towards the city wall.  We climb to
the top of the first tower to enjoy the view from the ramparts.  We take in
the sights of the alpine village.  The lake shimmers in the summer sun and
the streets of the town bustle with locals and tourists.  It's a
breathtaking view.  Still holding my hand, you pull me in close for a kiss.
As we kiss, your other hand slides up my skirt.  "Stop," I whisper.  "A lot
of people come up here.  We'll get caught." "So what if we do?" You ask. 
"How often would we have this chance?" Nervously I look around.  The
streets nearby seem empty.  "I guess we could, if we're quick about it."
Your hand slides higher up my skirt, cupping my ass.  You kiss me again,
more fiercely.  I lean in closer, pressing myself against you, feeling your
stiff cock against my thigh.  You back me up against a crenellation and
press even closer.  Unexpectedly, you grip each of my wrists and pull them
up over my head.  Holding both with one hand, you pull a length of rope out
of your pocket.  I start to resist, but we both know I have no chance of
escape, and you bind my wrists together.  The rope feels soft against my
skin.  You pass the end around the crenellation and tie it back to my hands
from the other side.  You smirk at me.  "Now we can take as much time as I
want." I struggle more, hoping the knots are loose enough for me to wiggle
out, but clearly you know what you're doing.  I realize I am stuck until
you decide otherwise.  Stepping back, you admire your handiwork.  Reaching
forward, you grab the front of my blouse and pull.  It opens, as buttons
fall to the stone floor.  I gasp, "How am I going to get back to the hotel
without everyone seeing my bra?" "Oh, that's easy.  You won't be wearing
one." You pull a Swiss Army Knife out of your pocket and open it, then
proceed to cut the shoulder straps of my bra.  "Please stop.  Please. 
Let's just go back to the hotel before this goes any farther." You just
look at me, smirk again, and cut my bra between the cups.  You pull it away
and toss it off the ramparts.  "But, but..." I stammer.  "We'll get caught.
We'll get in trouble." "That's enough out of you!" You use your knife to
slice the sleeves of my blouse so that it too falls off.  You pick it up,
hold it by the wrists, and roll it.  You try to gag me with it, but I
refuse to open my mouth.  I know you have no recourse.  Then I feel your
fingers, tickling my side, gently, then more strongly, until I cannot help
but giggle.  You seize the opportunity to slide the gag into my mouth, then
pull my head forward and tie it behind me.  "Now let me see here," you
muse. Taking the knife again, you slit my skirt down the side, rendering it
useless as any sort of a covering.  I try to shout at you to stop, but only
muffled sounds emanate.  You reach for my panties and I start to wriggle,
trying, but failing, to keep your hands off them.  I feel the metal of the
blade against my hip and watch as you slice the fabric of my panties, first
one side, and then the other.  These also go sailing off the tower.  I
continue to attempt to protest, but to no avail.  Putting the knife away in
your pocket, you tickle me again.  I wriggle and squirm, helpless to
resist. You grin, clearly enjoying yourself.  Your hands and fingers rove
my body.  The tickling morphs into something more sensual.  As you caress
my breasts, you begin to nuzzle my neck, kissing and nibbling.  Your warm
breath against my skin sends shivers through me.  Those shivers intensify
as you nibble my earlobe, softly at first, but then more firmly.  Slowly,
ever so slowly, one of your hands begins to slide down my ribs.  Gently it
glides down my belly.  I feel you attempt to push my legs apart.  At this
point I have accepted my fate and have given up all attempts to resist.  I
move my feet apart, leaving my thighs spread enough for your hand.  I feel
your finger touch my labia, and then gently slide inside me.  You whisper
in my ear, "Oh my.  How wet you are.  You ARE turned on." I moan as you
continue to finger me, gently teasing my clit.  You play with me, keeping
me right on the edge without letting me go over.  So close, so close, but
yet never quite there, all the while kissing and nibbling my neck and
earlobes.  To my surprise, you bite my neck - hard, as the same moment that
you bring me to orgasm.  The combination of pain and pleasure is thrilling.
I want more.  You can see in my eyes that I'm begging, begging for your
dick and for your teeth.  You unzip your pants and let them fall.  You are
going commando, as usual.  I spread my legs wider to accommodate you.  Your
stiff cock pushes into my twat as you bite the other side of my neck.  The
sensations make me shiver.  You pull back and thrust again, biting me even
harder this time.  I moan again.  Each thrust brings another bite.  Each
bite is a little harder than the last.  I feel your teeth on my throat and
think of how much trust there is to let someone bite such a vital,
vulnerable area.  Harder and harder you fuck me.  Harder and harder you
bite.  I cum over and over, squirting a virtual waterfall as I do so. 
Finally, you cum with me and catch my weight as my knees buckle and I
tremble from the euphoria.  You pull out and step back, looking at me up
and down.  You smile at me and I look up at my bound wrists, indicating
that it's time to untie me.  "Oh no.  Not just yet.  I have more in store
you, My Love."