The Meeting Point (23 page)

 

 

There were only a few more weeks until winter would take hold in earnest. The seven had sat most nights around the campfire debating life, love, and their place on this planet. After Lena's outburst at the previous camp, it was clear that it had been a relief to be absolved of responsibility of carrying on, replenishing the world, or trying to hang on to some seed for the future. In the end, it seemed, that this stripped back life was the most privileged position they could have held. Every day was a wonder. Each bird they heard or fish they caught was a blessing, and they cherished it all with a desperate melancholy that comes of knowing this too would end.

They grew closer as a group, drawing comfort and hope from their pursuit of ultimate unity. They'd all been practicing reaching that transcendent plane and whether they believed in it or not, it was certainly fun trying. Mae, Angelo, Lena, Deborah, and Marcus had fallen into an easy quintet and apart from everyday bickering and niggles about superficial things, they were contented lovers and enjoyed exploring almost all their sexual fantasies.

Angelo, Lena, and Mae were busy building the third cabin. They had decided that they enjoyed the companionship of all sleeping together so this new space would be more like a living room where they could keep sheltered from the winter. The fruits and nuts, once so abundant on the trees, were now dwindling from being feasted upon every day in the autumn. It had been a true bounty. Hazel had tried to preserve some pears and apples, but with seven hungry mouths, chutneys were soon finished. Winter would be lean and meat based. The warmer they made their houses, the less calories they would need to rely on.

Angelo had well and truly aced the design of the hut, incorporating several ingenious features for running water collected in rainwater butts and heated by an indoor stove. There were cupboards and a larder, and he'd even made a table with a chess board carved into it. In spare moments they whittled rabbit bones to make up the pieces.

Colder winds were beginning to whistle through the trees, making them feel like their world was getting smaller all around them. Who knew what would remain come springtime?

Deborah turned to Marcus in the warmth of their big bed.

“Don't you want to unite with Birch and Hazel?” Her voice was shaking a little, and it had taken a lot for her to pose the question. Since she'd cried on the woman's chest, the night of Cheryl's death, feelings for Hazel had reawakened within Deborah. The seductions, the dominance, the excitement. She had been shy of telling Marcus. What if some part of him still hadn't forgiven them?

“Do you mean, make love with them?”

Deborah nodded into his shoulder, unable to meet his gaze. He shifted a little to tilt her chin. She resisted at first, but then looked up.

“Do you?” he asked gently, no anger in his eyes.

Deborah felt strong enough. “Yes, I think I do. I feel like it would complete our bond.”

Marcus sighed and rested his head back into the pillow, and Deborah let him contemplate it for a few minutes.

“They seem to keep themselves to themselves though, sexually, don't you think?” he asked, not really answering her question, but not saying an outright ‘no' either.

“I know they sneak off into the woods.” She turned on her side and propped her head on her palm so she could see his face. “And Mae let it slip that the three of them sometimes go and spy on them to indulge in some voyeurs' delight.” She smiled and Marcus smiled back.

“They are pretty hot to watch.” He closed his eyes as if remembering the first swish and smack of the switch they had seen Hazel being beaten with. “Cheeky little buggers running off to watch them. Do you think they've all hooked up yet?”

Deborah thought about it. Surely she and Marcus would know if that had happened?

“I'm not sure.”

Deborah took the vague subject meanders as Marcus still being undecided, but swaying toward the positive.

They'd been languishing in bed for a few hours and realized that the banging and clanking of the building work outside had fallen silent. They couldn't think for how long though and decided to go for a walk to see where the others were, perhaps help them with some manual labor.

When they peeked outside, the sky looked ominous and everything seemed eerily and statically quiet. The usual incessant chatter of the birds was oddly absent. A deep rumbling far in the distance pricked Deborah's fear receptors, but she banished them away. These noises had been becoming more frequent. It was better to just ignore them. She knew they were the toxin storms far off. The very same clouds she used to study in earnest.

They pulled on their furs, painstakingly sewn from the rabbits they'd eaten. It was remarkable how many rabbits a group of seven could get through.

Bracing herself for the chill, she stepped outside with Marcus.

* * * *

The sound could be mistaken for a scythe or a small ax chopping down saplings to the untrained ear, but to Deborah, this was the sound where it had all began. The lap and stripe of the cane branding Hazel out of sight, strung between trees somewhere, had Deborah panting with excitement. She and Marcus dipped and ducked through low hanging branches and undergrowth, straining their ears for audible clues to the other's whereabouts. The thrill of seeking them out with a view to fuck their brains out had Deborah almost delirious. She scurried quickly, barely registering when a pliable twig pinged back and smacked her lover in the face.

“Hey, come on!” he said, lurching forward and grabbing her hand. “Not so fast.”

Deborah was suddenly ashamed at her urgent want. Had he really agreed to this, or was she being too hasty?

He roughly pulled her face to his and began kissing her ferociously. “Let me just have one last moment alone.”

Deborah melted into his arms and let herself be devoured by his mouth, his arms, his body. Her skin bristled when an uneasy breeze crept on her flesh where he pulled up her gown. Was it just cooler winds, or something else? She halted her thoughts and grabbed his ass, pulling him in hard against her. Oh and he was hard. Her pussy responded with a welling greed that smeared onto her thighs and she had to wriggle her legs in disbelief at how wet she was.

“You want it, don't you?” Marcus growled from his throat in that way that made her feel she could lose her mind. Spiral out of herself forever on that sound alone. So commanding, almost degrading, pulling her desires from that deep place thick with darkness and lust. Oh yes, she could abandon all sense of herself to that voice.

Half emboldened, half ashamed at her feral raw arousal, she closed her eyes and nodded.

“I know you do, you little fuck wench. You've always wanted to be the plaything of many.”

She was tingling all over, her body almost bursting and convulsing with frenetic need.

“It's going to happen. I'll make it happen for you now. We'll be one. All of us will be one through you, in you, over you. Is that what you want?”

She was rolling her head back as he nuzzled into her neck, teasing her with the profane. Pulling that exquisite ache from deep within her soul. Sinking, she let herself fall and he caught her, lifting her and carrying her toward the repetitive slash and moan while trees and leaves lashed at her lolling face.

* * * *

The crack made Lena turn abruptly. Marcus had Deborah in his arms and an image of Tarzan and Jane flooded her memory. A book she'd read long ago. The woman looked unconscious, but as Lena moved closer she could see the flutter beneath the eyelids and the twitch at the corner of her mouth as she broke into an ecstatic smile. Marcus laid her down in the mossy ground at Lena's feet and carefully pulled back the curtain of green to see what Lena had just been watching.

“So you do unite with them?” Marcus asked, his mouth hanging open at the scene he was witnessing.

Lena, who had just come to find a willow switch, was surprised to feel pride as Marcus reached down to rouse Deborah and show her what he couldn't take his eyes off. Lena watched him watch, her blood racing as he stiffened under his rabbit coat. Kneeling, she reached forward and placed her hand on his crotch, hoping they'd take the invitation. Deborah had scrabbled up onto her knees to stare, and Lena felt an overwhelming love for these two. They had been through so much together, and even more apart.

“Come,” Lena whispered as she rolled back onto her heels to standing while she caressed the newly stripped willow—white and shining between her fingertips. “Come, let's all be together.” She looked up through the thinning canopy of trees to the darkening sky. Dramatic shades streaked by as the winds whipped up. It seemed the atmosphere was in turmoil, but the only sound was the hypnotic strike of cane on flesh and the occasional intake of breath over teeth. “Come...”

Ushering Marcus and Deborah through to the clearing was like breathing for the first time to Lena. Suddenly, as everyone saw each other, it all made sense. Something about the energy surrounding them all made her know to the roots of her soul that this was an important moment. Reaching and fanning her fingers out to everyone, they all stepped forward to welcome each other.

Lena shivered as Mae came up behind her and tugged her robe gently off her shoulders and it fell to the ground, leaving her naked just like the four they'd been watching. Mae kissed each shoulder, raising the hairs across them as she did, then went to Deborah to remove her clothing too. Beautiful, tiny Deborah. Like a doll. But powerful. Lena had always admired the power this woman had. Lena had fetishized the power The Wasp had over her at one point and it made her wet to remember the wicked little creature nipped in at the waist, thrashing and fucking with nimble, darting fingers and tongue. Lena's mouth watered when she saw the ripe, tight nipple pucker before her. She lunged to the woman's chest, taking her breasts savagely in her hands and squeezing hard until Deborah squealed and shifted her legs apart and fisted her fingers into Lena's hair. Lena let her head be pulled onto the woman's nipple, taking the hard bud in amongst succulent mouthfuls of flesh. It was a glorious sensation to roll and suck the nub back into her mouth and create a vacuum, elongating the tit into her throat. Lena had to hold on to the woman's hips to keep her balance as she clamped her head to her chest.

Desperate for some attention, Lena pushed her ass out to whoever cared to give her some. The sting of the strike on her buttock was raw and unexpected, and her pussy and ass quivered. She wondered who would have done that. Most likely Mae. She was usually the one to give her a good thwacking. Then, while she was still suckling Deborah, someone began to maneuver them over to the binding trees. Now Lena was truly excited.

* * * *

Deborah gasped as the younger woman's tongue worked its magic on her nipple, somehow connecting every fiber in her being to that point. It was incredible and unbearable. She heard someone approach and opened her eyes. Birch stood behind Lena and struck her smartly on the rear with the willow she had been stripping in the bushes. Deborah winced at the red line that seemed to appear by magic. The switch had been so fast she hardly saw it move.

Marcus moved in to her side and placed his hand on the small of her back as if to reassure, or ask if she was okay. For a moment, Birch and Deborah just stared. This was the moment that would change everything. This second of acknowledgment would heal wounds and build bridges forever. Deborah took a long, deep breath, closed her eyes, and smiled at Birch. When she opened them again, Hazel was by his side, the couple united in relief. It all happened in a flash, and the emotion in Birch's eyes was suddenly replaced by lust and he grabbed Lena's quivering backside and dragged her, still attached to Deborah, over to the two trees in the center of the clearing.

Ropes and bindings hung from the branches, and Deborah smiled at the look of pride in Angelo's face as he silently pulled at the lacework to show her a swing of sorts, intended for securely hanging someone there. A pulse of pleasure beat though her pussy as she thought of being suspended and helpless, being fucked hard from every angle. The warmth around her breast was replaced by a naked chill as Lena retreated, following Birch to a log.

“Do it to me.” Deborah stepped forward and offered herself up to Angelo who deftly and without hesitation wrapped her wrists in strips of cloth and pulled her toward him.

“You'll enjoy this,” he whispered and kissed her quickly before turning her away from him.

Marcus was smiling, and Mae sank to her knees in front of him and began to eagerly suck his cock in full view of everyone. Lena was bending over Birch's knee and he was rubbing her red flesh tenderly while spreading her cheeks apart and fingering her. Lena was wriggling and Deborah's mouth watered for her pretty little cunt, all red and quivering, perhaps a little sore from the sting where maybe the tip of the cane had caught her juicy folds. Her own sex twitched at the thought, remembering the play they used to have with the riding crop as the leather tab got stained dark with moisture from her dripping cunt. Deborah started to reach down to her own pussy, desperate to part her sticky labia and expose her own twitching want, but her hands were pulled away hard and hoisted high, stretching her to her tiptoes.

“Just let go, you're safe,” Angelo cooed, obviously completely enraptured with his task of tying her up.

Hazel had come up behind Marcus and was now massaging and eating his shoulders while Mae fellated him. The air was whipped from her lungs as Deborah's legs were pulled up abruptly into the air. She fell back, fearful of landing on the ground, but was caught and cradled by more ropes and straps. The knots tightened, constricting her movement, and she clenched her whole being once, then relaxed, surrendering to the trap. Her legs were spread wide, rope twisted and burned up her calves and thighs even pulling her buttocks apart rudely. Angelo was still at work, perfecting his art, and her heart almost burst with the love that had grown for him. Indeed for everyone. Birch was staring right at her as she hung and his fingers busily delved into Lena, slick with her juices on extraction.