Chained to a tree for Dan's pleasure

Dan yanks on the chain connected to the collar he has locked around your neck and you nearly fall over. You struggle to keep up with him as he starts off into the woods. Twigs snap on your feet and you feel sudden jolts of pain when a hidden rock digs into one of your arches. Dan laughs with each yelp of misery and looks back to watch your big tits jiggling.

Before long you've lost sight of the car and you feel a cold fear building in the pit of your stomach. Girls have disappeared in situations like this, you think, but there's no chance of escape as long as you're chained around the neck.

You continue on into the woods, trailing behind Dan, yanked along whenever you lag too far behind. Your feet and legs ache. Your body is covered with sweat. You feel like you're going to collapse after seemingly more than an hour of walking.

"Right here," Dan announces.

You look up, brushing sweat-soaked hair from your eyes. Dan is standing about two feet away from a large and very old tree.

"Right where I'm standing," he orders and yanks on your chain. "Face the tree."

You do as you're told, the shame of your nudity all but forgotten. You wearily stand where Dan has instructed. He walks around the far side of the tree trailing out the chain behind him. Suddenly, he gives a mighty tug and you tip forward.

Rather than falling, you bend at the waist at almost a 45 degree angle. Your cheek and large breasts slam against the tree, but you remain standing awkwardly. When you try to push yourself upright with your hands you can only pull away an inch before a strong tug on the chain flattens your face against the tree again.

You hear Dan laughing cruelly from the opposite site. He comes back around, the chain now tight against the tree trunk. He quickly hooks it through another claps on your collar and you realize he's secured your neck fairly tightly against the tree. You can turn a little and look behind you with one eye, but that's it.

"Perfect," Dan admires his handiwork. "Just how I want you."

His fingers trail down your neck from the collar, over your arched back, and down to the toned cheeks of your teenage ass. He steeps behind you and rubs them with both hands.

"Ohhh yeah," he says, spreading your cheeks apart. "Look at that little pink hole."

"Nnnn," you stifle a cry.

"Yeah," Dan laughs and slaps your ass. "You like that, don't you? I bet your tight little asshole is hungry for a nice juicy dick. Right? Am I right?"

He leans against you, drapes his body across your back and presses his crotch against your ass. He reaches around and roughly grabs your tits.

"I'm gonna fuck you so good," he promises with a whisper. "You'll forget all about that old Mr. Wood."

Dan releases his hold on your tits and stands behind you. You hear the sound of his fly and the clink of his belt. You can just see him out of the corner of one eye, exposing his thighs and...very small cock. If you weren't so terrified you would almost laugh. It's like a little thumb sticking out above two normal-sized balls.

He's obviously compensating for something.