The heat was so unbearable that she bit her lip, fighting to withstand the pain. Hot – scorching hot – the copper shovel that struck her over and over again felt incredibly painful. Yet, it also felt quite pleasurable, making it difficult for her to distinguish one sensation from the other. She held onto Camarin's legs, bracing herself in the position Camarin wanted. Bouncing and swaying, writhing and screaming, she shuddered through orgasm after orgasm as Camarin spanked her. "Oh, yes. Yes!" she screamed.
Camarin knew by the duration of Kimberly's pleasure that she had been sorely neglected by her fiancee. Her tolerance for pain, her need for it, challenged Camarin's own internal register. Kimberly's ass looked like a gridiron, the red-hot welts forming marks all over her bare flesh. Camarin drew the shovel back one last time. The blow was so hard it pitched Kimberly forward, flattening her against Camarin's lap.
Panting and gasping for air, her ass on fire and her cunt soaked with her excitement, Kimberly let out one final scream. When she collapsed, her face was pressed against Camarin's leg, perspiring from the heat of her exhaustion. She could hear Camarin's heavy breathing and she could feel it on her skin. Like a blast of air from a roaring furnace, it burned against her naked body.
Both gasping for breath, they clung to each other's bodies. When Camarin looked at the woman lying facedown across her lap, she felt torn inside. A part of her wanted to continue her lustful punishing of Kimberly's flesh. Oh, how she longed to test her limits! To drive Kimberly to that point where she begged and pleaded for her to stop.
But would she ask? Or would she be dangerously defiant, going beyond the level of her tolerance? Would she allow Camarin to carry her over the edge? And could Camarin bring her back? The questions would go unanswered, for Camarin heard Mark's jeep pulling into the driveway.
When Kimberly heard him, she was seized with a panic and rage so great, she swore under her breath. "Damn it, Mark!" She pushed herself off Camarin's lap. Her legs were trembling so badly she could barely stand. She pushed her hair back from her face and wiped away the perspiration that beaded on her forehead and upper lip. They needed to do something, but Kimberly was suddenly, inexplicably frozen with fear.
Camarin knew her fear, the fear of discovery, for she'd been there herself. Knowing she had to take charge of the situation, Camarin jumped to her feet. Hurriedly, she pulled her clothes back on, buttoning and zipping as she went. "Get dressed," she told Kimberly.
"We can't let him see us like this. We're going out the front door, then into the woods."
"But how will I explain?" Kimberly began as she fumbled with her clothes.
Her whimpering tested Camarin's patience. She was trying to protect this woman, to allow her the freedom of choosing when and where and if she would tell her fiancee what happened. Yet, Kimberly's inertia was making it impossible. "You can tell him you went for a walk after I left. Tell him you tripped and fell down a ravine or something. I don't know!" she growled. "Tell him I fucked you for all I care. Just get your clothes on so we can get out of here!"
The vehemence in Camarin's voice startled Kimberly into action.
She moved quickly, gathering her clothes and semi-dressing herself.
Her clothing somewhat intact, she scrambled to put things back into place around the living room. First, the copper shovel that Camarin had welded so skillfully on her backside. She rested it against the hearth. Next, she dried the puddle where Camarin's jacket had dripped onto the floor. She saw Camarin's panties lying beside the chair. Hurriedly, she grabbed them and took one last look around the room.
They were running out of time. Camarin started for the door, motioning Kimberly to follow her. "Hurry!" she hissed. There was no time to spare. Mark opened the back door just as they scurried across the lawn and into the woods. They sought cover behind a clump of bushes, sitting down for a moment so they could catch their breath.
Camarin debated what to do next. She couldn't take Kimberly to her cabin because Taylor was there and Camarin had altered their agenda considerably. Not only that, but she'd also just fucked Taylor and it didn't seem a good idea to tell her she'd gone straight from her to another woman. A little wayward perhaps, but Camarin was not a cruel person. She'd run out of ideas and was ready to wait in the cold when she suddenly remembered the old ranger's station near the ski lift. "Come on," she told Kimberly. "I know a place where we can go."
Each step was a painful reminder of the sexual foray Mark had just interrupted. Kimberly winced as she tried to keep pace with Camarin.
The woman showed no regard for Kimberly's discomfort, plowing through the broken limbs and brambles as though someone was chasing them. This cold disregard made Kimberly even more determined to hide her pain. She gritted her teeth and followed Camarin through the woods, running at times to keep pace with her.
The ranger's station had been abandoned for a long time. Local teenagers, and probably a few wayward adults, had long since broken into the building, using it as a place to hang out or engage in what some would consider illicit activities. Somewhere along the way, the break-in was discovered and someone had placed a makeshift latch and lock on the door. Camarin searched her pocket for her Swiss army knife. She had the flimsy lock off within seconds. The next obstacle was getting the door to open. The wood was swollen, jamming the door tight against the frame. Camarin turned to Kimberly. "Help me push this open," she said.
Kimberly gritted her teeth and took a deep breath. She was convinced now that Camarin hadn't a clue how sore various parts of her anatomy were. On the count of three, the two women charged against the door. On the third try, their weight finally pushed it open.
They hurried inside the old building. It was dark but there was enough light shining through the solitary window so they could find their way around. Shivering from the cold, Kimberly hurriedly closed the door behind them.
Camarin laughed and shook her head. "Now how do you propose opening that door again?" she asked.
Kimberly groaned and clutched her head. A look of absolute despair on her face, she slid down in front of the door and rested her head against the hard wood. "Shit!" She looked at Camarin, hoping to receive some sign of support or at the very least, understanding.
The angry look on Camarin's face told her otherwise. She looked about the cabin, searching for something with which to pry the door open.
Camarin shook her head. She considered climbing out the broken window. However, the edges were jagged and a rusted metal contraption of some sort sat directly beneath the window. The last thing they needed was to contend with one of them being badly cut or otherwise injured.
Realizing she was letting her anxiety snowball, Kimberly closed her eyes and focused on her breathing. She was searching for calm in an otherwise very chaotic day. Camarin was saying something to her but she let the words drift past. Once her anxiety abated, she opened her eyes and searched the room for Camarin.
"You decide to come back from wherever the hell you were?"
Camarin asked, her tone very sarcastic and angry.
Kimberly stood and looked about the room. Her eyes lit up when she spotted a rusty axe leaning against an old metal filing cabinet.
Shoved into a dark corner, you could barely make it out. Fortunately, a ray of sunlight had managed to find a spot of rust-free metal on the axe, enough to cause a flicker and catch Kimberly's attention. A cocky grin on her face, she strutted across the room.
Camarin could tell by the way she looked that Kimberly had figured something out. She smiled triumphantly when Kimberly picked up the axe. "Kimberly, you're a genius!" she exclaimed.
"No, I just took the time to look around instead of getting lost in a panic," Kimberly replied. Hefting the axe in her hands, she checked the head to make certain it wouldn't go flying off the handle when they tried to use it. "Looks intact," she said. "Shall we try it now or wait until we've figured out what I'm going to tell Mark?"