A Stone's Throw by DrDan Copyright 2001 by DrDan The whistling wind shot past my ears, coupled with the distinctly unique vibration of an object passing uncomfortably close to my face. Although startled, a quick look around revealed no visible threat. Settling back to relax by the creek, I tended to my fishing line, a tad shaken but reveling in the delightful solitude of the wilderness. Vacations never seemed to last long enough, I thought, and it seemed that on this excursion away from civilization I had managed to bring a few urban demons along with me as travel companions, raising my sense of paranoia to stratospheric heights. I quickly looked around again, then chided myself about becoming unduly shaken over what was most likely either a passing mosquito or falling tree branch. Impatient for a bite, I slowly jerked on my line, reeling it in a bit, when I felt something sharp sting my cheek. Spooked and knocked off balance, I looked up to see the distant glint of a pair of reflector sunglasses. Something else striking me squarely and painfully in the face followed the glare almost instantly and then again, this time glancing off my shoulder. I was knocked back and nearly fell into the water. Standing up, I managed to glimpse a dark- haired woman hidden in the bushes on the other side of the creek. She wielded a slingshot. She pursed her lips, realizing that I'd seen her, then drew the sling back and launched another deadly accurate missile, this time striking me in the chest. I was incredulous. Good god.. I come all the way out here for a little R and R and have to deal with some stupid kid pulling a prank. "What the-" I sputtered, more annoyed than hurt. "What the hell do you think you're doing, lady?" She stopped for an instant as though assessing the situation, nodded an acknowledgment, and aimed a good sized rock a bit lower, sending it straight for my kneecap. As it struck hard and painfully kissed my patella, I picked up a stone and hurled it back in anger... watching as my projectile fell far short and plunked into the water that separated us. She wordlessly continued the barrage, peppering my body relentlessly from afar. Bewildered and livid, I scurried for cover. "Knock it off!" I left my fishing pole, moving back to seek shelter within the trees. Like a lioness closing ranks on her prey, she quickly hopped the half dozen rocks serving as a footbridge over the small stream I was fishing and moved closer to me. She drew her weapon back and shot more stones in my direction. Since she was closer, they hit my body with greater force. This needled me into moving backward, and soon I was climbing the riverbank trying to escape, stones whizzing past my ears and occasionally plunking me hard enough for me to know that she was but a short distance away. I was angry. How dare this bitch disrupt a rare vacation and start shooting rocks at me! Who in the hell did she think she was? I had to get to my truck... I had a deer rifle in the front seat and my cell phone in the globebox. There was no question about it... it was imperative that I gain control of the situation and do so in a hurry. I'd hold her at gunpoint and call for the park rangers to remove her. It was my best hope for ending this crap and getting on with my vacation. Another pebble shot off the base of my skull as I pondered my options, irritating me... strengthening my resolve. Threading my way through the underbrush, I endured more pelting. It didn't matter, I would soon be in the clearing by the main road where I'd parked. Pushing my way through the trees, I finally came to the clearing, emerging from the bushes under a steady barrage of stones. My left knee buckled slightly as a medium sized rock struck my already tender joint and I stumbled, breaking my fall with the palms of my hands. I ran to the midst of the empty lot, slightly disoriented, ready to break for my vehicle as my tormentress emerged from the woods. She smiled, savoring the expression on my face as I realized what she already knew. The truck was gone! "Where's my truck?" I spun around in circles for a moment, scanning the entire area, hoping that it was merely hidden from my vantage point. Stones glanced hard off my elbow and buttocks, then spanked the nape of my neck as I spun around. She giggled and pulled her sunglasses up past her forehead as we made eye contact for the first time. The woman was Asian, and looked to be in her mid to late twenties. She had shoulder length black hair and appeared to be in excellent physical condition, with khaki shorts, running shoes, and a camouflage top concealing a hard, tight body. "GODDAMMIT!" I shouted, "Who are you? What do you think you're doing? Where the hell is my truck?" I lunged slightly as she jerked back deftly, then brought her hand to a hunting knife she had sheathed in her belt. I backed off, still seething. She smiled and winked at me as I raged, wanting to kill her. She pelted me again, this time lightly with smaller stones, circling and harassing me, giggling. I covered my face and moved away from her. "Why don't you stop? What do you want?" She quit pelting me and approached slowly, studying me. "I am your enemy." she cooed patiently, a soft accent trailing from her smiling lips. "I want you. When you fully submit yourself to me, I will stop and you will be mine." I just shook my head. Good lord, what was this gal playing? Poor man's paintball or something? I took a deep breath and decided to go along for the moment, anxious to find out what she'd done with my belongings and ultimately to resume my vacation. I also entertained thoughts of a sexual dalliance with my tormentress. Although a bit weird, she certainly was easy on the eyes.. and my crotch did stir a bit at the thought of her well-muscled legs wrapped about my torso. I smiled to myself and bowed my head slightly, breaking eye contact. "Okay, you win." I offered. "I submit to you." My contrived deference was abruptly broken with a sharp blow to my temple. I lurched back to see a large rock bouncing off the hard dirt, away from me. Her expression had changed.. she regarded me coolly, speaking harshly. "I'm not playing a game, boy." she began. "I intend to break you today. I am going to extract your complete submission to me. You shall not give it up willingly, but I will take it. I am going to force it from you." She shot another sharp pebble into my cheek.. dangerously close to my eyes as I winced, backpedaling a bit. It hurt. "Then you will be my captive, my property, my slut. You will be compelled to abandon your life here and return to my country with me. You will only speak my language and live in my shadow as a conquered whore. Once my will crushes yours there is no escape.. no turning back." I looked at her. "What are you.. nuts? Your ass is going to be in so much trouble!" She just laughed. "No, your ass is in trouble. My ass is making trouble.. for you." She shot a stone straight into my crotch, glancing painfully off my scrotum. I made an involuntary, high pitched howl as she smiled anew. Suddenly, I was frightened. I continued to backpedal as she shot rocks at me, then broke into a run. This woman was clearly insane as well as, I was sure, quite capable of seriously injuring me. I stumbled as another missile landed behind my kneecap, causing me to buckle and break stride momentarily. My heart pounded and I began to perspire, driven by pure adrenaline, motivated by a primal desire to survive. She tracked me, dancing back and forth behind me, seemingly taking care not to overtake me as I ran at top speed. She pelted me with stones of varying sizes, seemingly at different times. If I ran in a straight line, she merely stung me with small pebbles.. causing me to run faster to escape her range. If I veered in a direction away from her seemingly predefined path, I was hammered with large rocks until I acceptably altered my route. My spirit sank as I became aware that I was being herded, that she seemed to maintain complete control over my escape route even as I sought to flee. I slowed for a moment.. pondering a confrontation with her, when a large rock slammed into the small of my back and another glanced off the nape of my neck. Her message was clear.. keep moving. I abandoned the thought and moved ever forward, beads of sweat trickling down my forehead, my breathing becoming noticeably labored, my badly bruised body beginning to betray me as my knees turned to jelly. I slowed a bit from fatigue and glanced back to glimpse her, still trailing me, seemingly fresh, half smiling an acknowledgement and peppering my backside with stones. We came to a clearing at the edge of the woods, an enclosed space bordered by forest and a steep hill. The climb didn't look all that difficult, but the limestone crumbled as I touched it and I was exhausted from the chase. I stood slouched over, my hands clutching my knees, catching my breath as she emerged. I watched as she knelt down, keeping her eyes glued to mine as she removed her shoes and socks, finally approaching me as I tentatively moved away. Her light brown feet were dainty and pretty, with a glossy pink polish applied to the toes. A humiliating thickening commenced between my legs as she revealed them. She noticed it as well, and smiled. "It's over, boy." She said, speaking softly but matter of factly. "I am faster than you. I am more athletic than you. I am smarter than you. I am better than you. I am your superior in every way that matters. I have proven that you cannot hope to my equal, and now I will take you and do as I please with you." I began to get some of my wind back. I looked up, scowling at her. My eyes trailed up and down her tight, compact frame. My heart pounded as rage began simmering in the pit of my soul, boiling over with indignation. I felt like a cornered animal and was reacting like one. She gave me a cool, arrogant gaze that pierced me like a shard of ice. "You must abandon your resistance. You cannot defeat me. Submit and end this." She offered her foot, resting her heel on the ground and pointing the toes towards me, wiggling them, speaking softly, sincerely. "Kneel and kiss my foot now so that I can stop hurting you." I grunted heavily, pushing a cowlick of perspiration soaked hair off my forehead, heaving. "Fuck you!" I circled away from her as she shook her head and exhaled heavily, seemingly more annoyed than anything else. She placed her hand upon her sheathed knife again, but I cared little about anything other than escaping the destiny she had apparently planned for me. I let loose with a loud guttural scream, running straight towards her, faced with losing my freedom, determined to tear her apart or die trying. She glared at me, calmly staying in my path until the last possible second.. forcing me to commit myself. Then she dodged, kicking me hard in the back of my thigh as I ran awkwardly past. The force of the blow caused my knees to buckle, and she quickly leapt on my back as I tried to regain my balance. She rode me piggyback style, one hand snaking through my hair and pulling it taut while the other found its way over my eyes. Her legs clutched me tightly about the waist, the heel of her foot pressed painfully against my balls. I ran in circles, trying desperately to dislodge her as she kicked my crotch over and over again. Not terribly hard, just enough to browbeat me and wear me down. She yanked my head up with her strong hand and dug her nails into my face as I flailed about. She whispered sensually to me.. "submit," she said. "Submit." She said it over and over, every few seconds, grinding her heel against my tender balls for emphasis as I flailed helplessly. Her weight was exhausting me. The pain was excruciating. I hung on with adrenaline alone, hobbling about, hoping something would break. And indeed, something did. She raised her voice, speaking sharply into my ear. "Submit to me NOW!" A sudden hard kick to my balls did it, as I crumpled painfully to my knees. She pushed me down hard, straddling my back and pressing my face into the dirt. I squealed in agony, pleading wordlessly with her to stop, to please just stop the pain. I broke into tears, trembling, defeated, my sprit sapped and my will broken. She sat there on top of me, pinning me for a moment longer until I was laying quietly, then stood up. "Don't move," she said, walking around in front of me. "Stay where you are and no more of your silly struggling." I felt something caressing my face tenderly, stroking my hair, massaging my temples. Her pretty pink toes came into view as the side of her foot brushed my face. "Submit," she said. "I'm not messing around with you anymore. Submit now or I will hurt you." I had no choice. I shook violently as I puckered my lips tentatively, grazing the toes as they went by my mouth. When she brought them by me again, I kissed and suckled one. She responded by pressing her foot against my face, invading my mouth with it. I didn't struggle, but opened wider to accommodate her until all five toes were between my lips. She got off my back and sat on the ground in front of me, keeping it there, working it in and out. "That's a good boy," she said, speaking softly as a mother would to a small child. "You're not going to try to fight me anymore, are you?" I shook my head no, still sucking her toes. "You realize that I am your superior now, don't you?" I nodded yes, taking her toes deeper until her nails scratched the back of my throat. "You're really submissive to women like me, aren't you, boy?" I nodded, trembling as she stripped the veil from one of my darker secrets. She stroked my hair tenderly. "When a woman tells you to do something and you do it, it feels good deep down inside, doesn't it boy?" I nodded, worshipping her perfect feet and toes. "You will obey me now without resistance, won't you boy?" I nodded again, still suckling, tears streaming down my face. She removed her toes from my mouth, returning to sit down on the small of my back once again. "My name is Mariko. You will call me Master." I felt her wrapping something about my wrists, tying them together. I offered no resistance. "I prefer Master to Mistress because it is suggestive of conquest and superiority. Do you understand me, boy?" "Yes Master," I muttered quietly. Calling her that brought some relief to my soul as I acquiesced, accepting her possession of me. "Who owns you now, boy?" Mariko cinched the cord tight for emphasis, tying it. I was sobbing. "You do, Master." She placed a hand on my ass, squeezing hard. "Whose ass is this, boy?" "Yours, Master. It is your ass." She leaned over me, grasping my hair and turning my head to the side. She bent over and gave me a deep, probing, prolonged, humiliating kiss, her tongue entering and enveloping my mouth. She tasted me aggressively and pinned my own tongue down, pushing her face hard against mine. It was symbolic of the dynamic of our new relationship. Breaking the kiss after a time, she stared me straight in the eye. "Whose lips did I kiss, boy?" "Yours, Master. They are your lips." She smiled. "Good boy, I think you're getting it. Now roll over onto your back." She dismounted and kicked my shoulder, prompting me to immediately do as she said. She towered over me for a moment, then sat on my chest and unsheathed her knife. Fear gripped me anew as I squirmed a bit. This displeased her, and she responded by slapping me very hard. "Hold still!" I froze, she locked her eyes onto mine. "This knife is very sharp. I want you undamaged." She ran the side of the blade against the edge of my face, pressing the point lightly against the tip of my nose. Mariko smiled as I winced. "See? I could shave you with it or slit your throat. Now just relax." She used the knife to pop the buttons all the way down my shirt, then began to slice the garment from the collar down each sleeve, moving agonizingly slow. I remained still, fearful of the knife, but began to plead with her as she methodically denuded me. "Master.. please," I began. "I only have one set of clothes. Please don't- " She angrily slapped me three times across the face, then grabbed a handful of my hair, our noses almost touching. "Shut up, whore. I will do what I want with you." I whimpered softly, clearly intimidated. I trembled again. She smirked, awash in arrogance. "Whores don't wear clothes. Whores don't talk back to their Masters. Whores speak only when they're spoken to. You are my whore. Am I making myself clear?" I nodded quietly. "Yes Master." She kissed my reddened cheek and withdrew, using the serrated edge of the knife to saw through my belt and the tough fabric near the waist of my jeans. She stripped me and shredded my clothing into ribbons, all the while clearly intoxicated with the power she enjoyed over me. Finally when I was completely naked she stood over my face, still fully clothed, greeting me with a view of her khaki-encased crotch. "I will mark you now, boy." she said. Mariko slowly unbuckled her belt as I watched, then slipped the zipper down her shorts. She hovered over me, slowly removing her clothing, revealing a full, hairy bush of jet black pubic hair. "You are mine now," she slapped the side of my face and then squatted down a scant quarter inch from my nostrils, enveloping me with her hairy bush and pungent scent. "Worship me now, whore." She lowered herself slowly, so slowly, as I instinctively opened my mouth. "Submit. Please me. Wear my scent. Drink my cum." Her sex enveloped me as she sat, calming me, making me acquiescent as I kissed and suckled her hairy bush and slippery labia. I flicked my tongue up and down her tightening skin, darting it inside of her and curling it as she ground the weight of her torso down onto my face. She humped with passion. Slowly at first, then rocking harder... like a cowgirl settling in for a bumpy ride in the saddle formed by my face. Her bare feet cupped the backside of my head, pushing me ever deeper. Girl goo trickled down my throat, stung my eyes and ran up my nostrils as it coated my face. I heard her whimper, pressing harder, humping faster as she pressed me deep inside her. I struggled to breathe as Mariko spasmed, clutching my hair while a flood of intimate juices washed over me. She reached back, possessively fondling my cock and balls, molesting me to a throbbing erection. Mariko slid off my face down onto my chest, stroking my cock slowly, controlling its size and shape as she looked down, locking her eyes onto mine. She reached deep within her pussy, idly coating her fingers with her own secretions and then running them through my hair. I was consumed with catching my breath as she spoke. "Such a good little whore," she whispered softly, continuing to paint my face and hair, then reaching back to coat my cock with her cream as well. "You will wear my scent daily as a sign of your submission. All will know that you belong to me." "Yes Master." I licked her slippery fingers as she pushed them into my mouth. She smiled, scooting back, squatting over my cock, rubbing the tip of it with her labia lips. "Good boy," she smiled, squatting down, engulfing me fully as my cock slipped deep inside her. "I will take what is mine now." She impaled herself, grinding her full body weight atop me as I squirmed, hands still bound behind my back and my cock straining against the tight cord. She placed a hand on each of my breasts and squeezed hard, leaning over as she locked her eyes onto mine. Mariko then clenched her vaginal muscles around my cock, possessively suckling and biting my neck until a hickie formed. She then rocked atop me, her powerful body easily controlling mine. She pulled the cord cinched about my scrotum when I moaned, a nonverbal warning that I was not to cum inside her. Not yet. I whimpered, holding back as she grunted with pleasure, humping me harder, moving faster, audibly slapping her hips against me, using her superior strength, taking full control. She pinched my nipples and moved a hand down the side of my waist, forcing eye contact again as she groped my ass. Pinning my helpless body to the ground, she licked her lips, a glaze surrounding her eyes as a finger found the tender bud between my cheeks. She pushed hard, hissing. "Cum for me. Cum for me NOW, whore!" Mariko slipped her finger past my anus, then pushed hard inside my rectum, flicking against my prostate. She forced me to spurt, pressing me down, squeezing her vagina about my trapped cock as I exploded. I shot a hot rope of cum, spasming with induced ecstasy, finding more pleasure as I acquiesced. She sensed my submission and smiled, climaxing hard with me, leaning over to suckle my earlobe and whisper softly to me. I quivered beneath her as she drained me of every last drop of essence. "Good, very good boy," she whispered, dragging a finger across my forehead down the bridge of my nose, still fluttering her vaginal walls against my softening cock. She rocked back and forth, my torso still captured between her strong thighs. She tugged playfully at the tether still cinched around my scrotum, grinding, revelling in her control over me. I was weak, spent, and devoid of any will to resist. The pleasure had been intense, so intense. She was teaching me that submission brought pleasure and Master's acceptance while resistance brought pain and disappointment. Already, I was learning my lessons well. She kissed my neck and chin tenderly, peppering it with little smooches. I happily drifted off into a deep sleep. ------------------------------------------- "Up, whore!" A sharp tug on my hair broke my slumber. Master had dressed herself and straightened her hair. Sunglasses once again covered her eyes as she pulled me unceremoniously to my feet. "It is time to go. Let's move!" The tenderness was gone. She was a taskmistress once again. Master tied the free end of the tether attached to my balls to her belt loop, effectively leashing me. She sliced a few rags from what had once been my shirt, fashioning a crude blindfold. I stood silently, dazed from my nap and genuinely terrified of her as she checked and tightened my bound wrists. I felt her nose close to my face, sniffing to ensure that I still reeked of her scent. A quick tug at my scrotum meant that we were off, and I kept up with my captor as best as I could. Soon I heard other voices, all female, all speaking an Asian tongue. There was giggling. Hands fondled and tugged at my naked skin from all sides, as I estimated that at least two other women were present. When a hand squeezed my cock, Master reacted angrily, rebuking whoever had taken such a liberty with me and slapping her hand. I was directed to enter a vehicle of some sort, and instantly recognized the leather cradling my bare ass as being in the back seat of my own truck. I settled in and leaned back, aware beneath my blindfold of my surroundings, somehow knowing I would never be able to enjoy them again. The women chatted unintelligibly amongst themselves. I grew nervous, trembling suddenly with the awareness that I was being kidnapped, spirited away against my will. I squirmed a bit, and felt a hand squeeze my cock and balls firmly, yet tenderly. I knew the hand belonged to Master.