Bound And Punished In The Woods E-Book

Malory Chambers

• Herausgeber: Boruma Publishing
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015

Beschreibung

Bound And Punished In The Woods

Leseprobe

Bound And Punished In The Woods

By Malory Chambers

Copyright 2015 Malory Chambers

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This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

Sample Collection In The Nude

When my supervisor slash mentor told me that I was going to have to go to Wolf Reserve to collect fresh dirt samples, I didn't realize that I was going to have to do it alone. Jack, the dashing and 'charming' intern who was supposed to come with me decided last minute that he was too busy banging the receptionist to worry himself with something 'as insignificant and as tedious as picking up dirt'. His words.

When he realized that I was not going to beg to suck his 'gigantic throbbing hard dick', all the charm went out the window faster than a toupee in a hurricane. The only reason why he hasn't been fired yet is because he also happens to be banging the company's very sexy, very gay CEO.

I sighed as I shifted the old four-wheeler into third gear, aware that my position as a Field Scientist in a job consisting primarily of men put me at a disadvantage. It felt good to get away from all the testosterone and enjoy nature, however.

I yelped when the car hit a particularly large pothole, as if nature itself was trying to prove me wrong. It had been a painful three and a half hour drive and I was glad to finally arrive at my destination.

The looming gate to the reserve was locked firmly and a large sign told me that the reserve was going to be closed to an indeterminate time. "You've got to be kidding me," I lamented, my boots squelching against the wet leaves as I tried to see if the ranger's hut was occupied. It looked as if it had been abandoned for a good many years, with vines crawling past the door.

"Hello?!" I shouted, leaning onto the gates in hopes of 'accidentally' breaking the rusted hinges and removing the only thing in between me and the sample that I needed.

I reached into my coat pocket to get my phone. No reception. Figures. I sighed, weighing my options. I could head back and tell the supervisor that the reserve is closed, risking the guy's snide comments on not sending a woman to do a man's job and subsequently sending a few more guys to get the sample which I had failed to collect, or I could climb the fence and get this done.

"Fine," I sighed, not really seeing a choice in my options and went to gather my kit. I threw my backpack over the metal fence and made sure the company car was locked before I tried to climb over the metal gate.

It took a few ungraceful tries and falls on my buttocks before I finally managed to get past the gate. I tried not to worry about having to climb my way back later on as I collected my backpack. My pants and shirt were wet with mud from the effort, making each step more tedious and gross than the last.

I looked around surreptitiously, making sure that I was all alone, and started peeling off my mud-drenched clothes. A charge of excitement crawled [...]