A Taste of Barbed Wire

The barbed wire bit into Kathy’s skin, a cruel caresses that both punished and aroused. The sharp sting sent a shiver down her spine, a strange, perverse thrill mingling with her pain. It wasn’t just the barbed wire tearing at her skin; it was the cold truth that she was completely helpless. The rough bark of the tree, scraping against her spine, was a small, twisted distraction.

There was no escape from this. No way to wriggle out, no pulling free. She was trapped, naked, outdoors, where anyone could find her. The metal collar and nipple piercings, making any attempt at an innocent excuse utterly laughable. The wind tickled her skin again, raising goosebumps across her naked body. Her nipples, already hard as pebbles from the cold and the humiliation, tightened into aching nubs, practically begging for someone’s attention.

The forest was dark and silent, the only light filtering through the trees in dappled patterns that danced across Kathy’s naked skin. Had it been minutes or hours since he’d left her here, a naked offering to his twisted friends? Her heart hammered against her ribs, each beat counting down to the moment one of them would stumble on her, eyes no doubt gleaming with lust. At least it would be one of them, she told herself, not some strangers. She knew what they expected.

Sport, he called it when he made her the offer. A twisted game for bored wealthy men. She was the prey left waiting to be claimed. The thought of what was to come made her stomach churn, but she pushed it down, focusing on the money, the freedom it would buy. She’d do anything, endure anything, to escape the crushing weight of her debts. And, maybe, deep down, a part of her craved the release, the surrender, the feeling of being completely out of control.

A twig snapped and Kathy tensed, was that a person or an animal? She looked around wildly but couldn’t see anything. False alarm, she relaxed again, wincing as the barbs released their bite on her skin just a little.

Another twig snapped. Closer. Behind her.

“Well, look what we have here. All tied up and helpless. You’re nothing but a pretty little toy.” The voice was female, warm, husky, full of amusement. Kathy turned her head but couldn’t see the woman.