She picks food

Her first thought was her phone, but there wouldn't be any signal out here. Maybe there was some emergency band she could get a message out on, but that was no guarantee and hardly seemed even likely. She wasn't sure what she could do with the camera other than maybe use it as a weapon. That left food, and now she'd managed to get a few mouthfuls from the disgusting water bottle down hunger was rapidly making itself known.

Freddy grinned maliciously when she made her decision. "I saw your salad earlier when going through the coolbox, so here's the deal. If you manage to finish eating it before I cum fucking you doggy style I'll give you some real food. Otherwise pick something else and you can go hungry. Agreed?"

This sounded like a raw deal to Tara but her stomach audibly growling sealed it. She couldn't believe she was agreeing to fuck him.

He returned with the tupperware containing her salad in one hand and a beer for himself in the other. He put the salad on the ground and noticed the justifiably suspicious look she was giving the lettuce as it glistened in the moonlight.

"Oh yes, I should mention that while I was waiting earlier I took the liberty of dressing it for you," he chuckled.

Indeed, closer inspection revealed a viscous milky substance as the cause of it's lustre, the source of which was all too easy to deduce. Her stomach turned slightly at this but she was too hungry to try and back out now.

As she despondently considered her near future, Freddy finished swigging the beer and tossed the bottle on the ground. "Alright, hands and knees then."

She got into position looking down at her appetizer before yelping as she felt him roughtly start rubbing her pussy through the thong. "Holy shit you're wet!" he exclaimed, "I always knew you were a slut".

It was something of a revelation to her too but the squelching noises could not be denied as her underwear was pushed aside and his fingers started pistoning in and out. She moaned and dropped her head in shame. It was hard to tell if her face was flushed from shame or arousal when Freddy made her suck the dripping juices off his fingers, but she was unable to meet his eyes. She couldn't understand how her body could be enjoying this so much but the fact that it clearly was only made the mental experience more excruciating.

As Freddy set himself back up behind her she noticed the empty beer bottle within reach. In retrospect it was obviously a terrible play but she was angry and confused. Before it was had been clear cut, she was doing all this against her will and as soon as she got out of there she'd go to the police. As the fucker was recording this on that damn camera she'd even have slam dunk proof. Now though, he had a recording of her moaning and writhing on his fingers looking to all the world (and any possible jury) that she was having the time of her life and she couldn't predict how she'd react when those fingers were replaced by his dick.

She grabbed the bottle and swung behind her while twisting round. Freddy easily avoided the half cocked attempt and she only managed to fall onto her back. She started to recover and lift herself back up to try for another blow and-

*SMACK*

The back of his hand collided with her face hard and she fell back down. By the time she managed to sit back up she was still seeing stars. The bottle was gone and he was striding towards her with cord in his hands. "Bad girl", he admonished her as he pushed her onto her front. The hard spanks he rained on her ass to underline the point pulled her back to reality somewhat. Unsure what was to come she cried out in pain and fear. She tried to squirm away but he had her pinned and easily managed to bind her hands behind her back.

Her fears seemed to have been (relatively) without merit however as he merely asked her if she wanted to continue getting her stuff back or if she wanted him to leave her to it. Defeated and now worse off than before she felt she had little choice but to agree once more.

One consequence of her ill-fated attempt was immediate as the deal for her food was still apparently on. He pulled her hips up and knees apart, then grabbed her by the hair and unceremoniously dropped her face in the cum salad. She winced, not just from the bruise on her cheek or the smell of rancid spunk but for the fact that her challenge had just become significantly more difficult.

Recognizing this she started trying to **** down the stale cum covered starter without delay, discovering it was actually quite hard to swallow in that position, but a moment later she was coughing the chewed up leaves back out as he suddenly penetrated her to the hilt in one swift motion.

She could only gasp and moan as he started fucking her hard, his hands moving from playing with her clit to pinch and twist her nipples. Somehow the interruption had not cooled her down, her pussy contracting involuntarily to milk his cock. He grabbed the back of her head and rolled it in salad laughing "Tossing salad must be one of your best talents". The reference to her earlier humiliation, her current degradation, lust and the relentless pounding she continued to endure finally converged into the most earth shattering climax she'd ever had.

In turn Freddy was unable to withstand the spasming cunt squeezing his cock for all it was worth. Pulling her hair back hard as she screamed he let forth a healthy torrent of sperm right into her unprotected womb, the possible implications of which Tara would be left to ponder later. With certain supreme court decisions recently she could only hope to get somewhere with Plan B in time.

Freddy pulled out and let go of her hips, letting her slump to the ground more dazed than when he slapped her, half chewed salad leaves stuck to her face with spit and cum, drool running down her cheek from her open mouth onto the ground.

Taking pity on the creature in front of him he decided to feed her even though she failed the challenge. He emptied a tin of spam into the salad container and mashed some broken up crackers into it, then poured some of the acrid pisswater into another so she could drink it in her bound state. He nudged her with his foot but she only looked up at him with what a surprisingly satisfied albeit glazed expression. Impatient, he grabbed her by a nipple instead and pulled her up to her knees causing her to yelp in pain. He showed her to her dinner and told her to get on with eating as he wasn't going to untie her hands. Meanwhile he tucked into the homemade meal she'd made in preparation for the trip.

Tara sighed. She was glad she was able to at least eat properly but the dry and salty dish required frequent dips in the piss/water dish. Ordinarily she would swallow a mouthful down quickly while holding her nose but in this position with her hands behind her she was **** to lap and suck at it, getting it in her hair, and up her nose. Alas she was unable to do anything about the smell or taste other than mix it with more spam.

At last she finished and with some trepidation looked around for Freddy, who was lounging on the camping chair nursing another beer. He yawned.

"I'm getting tired. We should call it a night and you can get some more stuff tomorrow. "

"Fuck that sounds good." She couldn't help it. Basking in the post-orgasmic, post-food glow a nights rest sounded fantastic and the words just came out. Freddy interpreted this a little differently.

"Aren't you keen? Don't you worry, I'll be making you work hard for the rest," he smirked, and Tara cringed.

He went off leaving her on the ground for a few moments before returning with some tent pegs and a hammer. "If you'd just behaved yourself you could be sleeping in the tent with me but bad girls can't be trusted", he said, and dragged her out a ways by her hair while she desperated wriggled to keep up. She was too exhausted and fearful of the consequences to put up much of a fight by this point.

He pulled her panties off and tied more cord around each ankle, pulling them apart and looping each through a couple of tent pegs he hammered into the ground so her legs were spread wide. a drop of cum dropped from her pussy to the ground. Next he maneuvered her into a seat, undid her wrist bind, removed her shirt and did the same to her hands but above her head so she was stretched in a kind of X shape. She tested the bonds but with the strength of one limb and stretched out like that she had no hope of loosening a peg, especially as they were doubled up.

"Can't have you disturbing my sleep," he told her as he stuffed her cum-stained panties in her mouth, securing them with a ring gag. Then he smirked. "But we can't have you getting dehydrated either".

So saying he aimed a stream of piss at her mouth. To avoid being waterboarded she could only desperately shake her head before the scant material became saturated. She was at least partly successful as most of the piss actually cleaned her face of the other mess. However it was impossible to avoid some of the foul liquid filtering through the already cum sodden material into her lungs and belly.

Spluttering with her burning eyes clamped shut she didn't notice him leave but he had yet another indignity for her before the night was out. She soon felt a new sensation on her left nipple and managed to **** open her eyes to see Freddy carefully pouring honey on that breast, then the other.

"I didn't think you deserved dessert after failing the task earlier, but I think it's unfair to deprive you entirely," he said, moving down to pour some on her gaping snatch. "Besides, there do have to be consquences for acting out".

Suddenly he jammed a honey coated finger into her asshole leading to a muffled grunt.

"A taste of things to come tomorrow, but for now I think it's time to say goodnight". He gave her honeyed clit an affectionate rub. "You really are everything I hoped you would be."

He sighed contentedly, sucked the honey off his finger and wandered off towards the tent, whistling.

As she watched him leave between her legs, clear vision finally started to return to her stinging eyes. That's when she noticed it. A short distance away but directly between her legs. Movement. Lots of little movement, red in the moonlight.

Ants.

"MFFFFFFH!"