Attacked

Leaves crunched behind me, made by unhurried footsteps. I tensed but silently reassured myself that there was nothing to fear. Still, I increased my pace a bit; when the rhythm of the footsteps behind me also picked up, I began to worry. I wanted to turn and see who it was but did not want to exhibit any obvious signs of fear. Instead, I clenched my hands in my jacket pockets and began striding deliberately toward the end of the wooded path.

As I came to a turn, hands reached out and grabbed my arms firmly. I tried to wrest from my captor's grasp, but he was strong and I could not escape. I attempted to scream but I was paralyzed with fear and the sound came out hoarse and squeaky. I was pushed on my stomach to the ground, my head resting on the leaf-strewn path. "Don't you think it's foolish to be walking through the woods alone?" a man's voice spoke. The voice was smooth and articulate, and for a moment my mind searched for any rationalization as to why he may have pushed me to the ground. Perhaps there was a wild animal nearby or some other unknown danger lurking ahead. But keeping my wits about me, I answered "I'm not alone. My friend is waiting for me at the other end of the path."

I could hear the disbelief in his voice. "Well then your friend will just have to wait a little longer. If there really is one." I frantically tried to crawl away, but his hands were holding my coat. He let go then, and I leapt to my feet and ran. But he was only toying with me. In a few yards, he tackled me and flung me face down to the ground. I could hardly breathe as he lay on top of me, his lips next to my ear. "I'm going to fuck your cunt, whore." I cringed at the crude language. "I'm going to shove my cock deep in your fucking hole." I shook my head, protesting.

"No!" I hollered. "Get off me!" He did get off me then, although he kept me pinned to the ground with his knee on my back. He pulled my skirt up to my waist and used his hands to tear my cream silk underpants in two. I started to scream then, as loud as I could. He slapped my face with an open palm to silence me. He shoved something into my mouth and knotted it behind my head. From the smell and taste, I knew he was gagging me with my own underwear. I clawed at his hands as they worked at the knot. This was a mistake, because he grasped me firmly by the wrists, brought my hands together behind my back, and tied them tightly. He jerked me to my knees.

Up to this point, I had not seen my attacker, except for glimpses of his hands and feet. But now he knelt before me and I looked up at him helplessly as he used a knife to pop the buttons one at a time from my blouse. The position of my arms forced me to thrust my breasts out, as though I were offering them to him. He grabbed the fabric of my bra and ripped it apart so that it fell away, exposing my full breasts to his lecherous gaze. His eyes shone like two polished chestnuts; his hair was dark, thick, and wavy. He was dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt and looked rather ordinary -- not at all like a rapist. Or so I thought until he smiled. The smile was sinister, the way his full lips curled up to reveal his pointy white teeth.

He grabbed me by the hair and yanked my head sharply back. Leaning forward, he sank those teeth into the delicate flesh of my neck, and I whimpered from the pain. There was a warm, sticky sensation on my skin and I realized he had drawn blood. His fingers found my dark nipples, and he pinched them viciously. I had never been treated with such rough indifference before and the more I struggled to free myself from his cruel grasp, the harder he pinched. They throbbed with pain, and the world began to spin before he finally released them. He unzipped the fly of his jeans then, and I saw the head of his erection poking above the waistband of his blue underwear. He untied the gag, only to replace it with his engorged penis. He shoved so deep into my mouth that I gagged and nearly vomited. I could not breathe as he plugged my airway with his long cock. "Suck it bitch," he said and used my hair to maneuver my head up and down his shaft. I decided to bite it, to injure him so that he would release me. However, at the slightest pressure from my teeth, he grabbed the sensitive tip of my breast. "Bite me and I'll pull it right off," he threatened. I had no choice but to believe him, so I sucked him vigorously, hoping that he would climax soon and leave me alone. But he had no intention of allowing me to escape so easily. He soon tired of thrusting into my open mouth and pulled out. Attempting to humiliate me, he rubbed his saliva-coated penis all over my face, sometimes striking me with it.

He looked into my fear-filled eyes as he reached between my legs and shoved a finger into my vagina. "Stop it!" I cried. "Don't touch me!" And I squirmed to evade his grasp. His reaction was partly anger and partly arousal. "Tell me you like it whore." he demanded. "I'm not a whore," I responded, my voice wavering.

"Then why are you so wet and sloppy like one?" he asked. "You look like a whore, your skirt pulled up around your waist, your twat naked and dripping, your tits poking at me."

My face flamed in embarrassment and I gritted my teeth. "You won't get away with this. The police will find you."

"Well maybe I just won't let you go." he said, his voice coated with evil.

"You can't do that!" I sputtered. In answer, he pushed me back down on the ground, so that my ass was high in the air. Twigs scratched my skin. "Only bitches threaten their masters," he yelled. I wondered what kind of nut he was, imagining for even one moment that I should be eagerly serving his twisted desires. A booted foot kicked my legs apart. "Spread your fucking legs," I was told. I could not bring myself to do so, and was shocked when he grabbed them and wrenched them apart. Suddenly something was plunging into my ass, something thick and hard. I could feel it pushing past the tight ring of my sphincter, stretching me unbearably.

"No, no, no!" I sobbed. "Shut up whore!" he shouted. "You like this and you know it." Overcome with lust, he continued to pound himself inside me, chuckling wickedly as he violated me. I felt him widening my tunnel as he burrowed inside. "Mm, nothing like a nice tight ass around my cock. Tell me you like it."

I almost told him to 'fuck off,' but my anger was overcome by my fear. "I, I like it."

"You can do better than that!" he said with a particularly deep thrust that caused me to gasp. "I, I love your cock in my ass." Tears streamed down my face.

"Why do you like it?" he wanted to know. "Because I'm a dirty whore," I whispered.

"That's right! You're my dirty ass-fucking slut pig!" He pounded away at my back-end. I started to forget that he was a stranger and that this was non-consensual. I was overcome by feelings of arousal as he rammed my ass. I had rarely been used this way, and the sensations were amazing. I met each of his thrusts with one of my own. "Mm, I knew you loved it. You can't help but love it. You'd love anything shoved up in you." He reached in front of me and grabbed my nipples. I whimpered in pain and desire. With a loud groan, he ejaculated and I felt his warm semen spray on my naked ass cheeks. I could feel that he had rent me; I knew that my anus was sore and bleeding.

My rectum started to contract and I was overcome with the urge to expel. Oh God! To do something so vile in front of him. He watched me intently, his gaze never leaving me, as I deposited a load of shit on the leaf-strewn pathway. The smell disgusted and humiliated me. My hands were tied and I could not find anything to remove the last remnants of brown goo that clung to my anus. I turned crimson under his scrutiny. "Please clean me," I begged.

He considered it and then wiped my tender ass with my ruined underpants. The panties came away stained with filth and blood. He put them back into my mouth and I gagged. "Eat that shit, you fucking bitch."

I curled up into a fetal position and began to cry. This aggravated him. "Why are you crying? You loved it and you know it. Only bad girls cry when they get fucked." He sat on the ground next to me and dragged me over his knee. I kicked my legs frantically. My kicking was ineffectual, and he spanked me firmly. The blows stung and hurt; he had a strong arm. Suddenly his hand was replaced by a stick. The rough bark scratched my pale skin and uneven nubs cut into my flesh. I blubbered like a baby as the assault on my bottom persisted. "I'll give you something to cry about!" he said harshly.

Rolling me onto my back, he shoved his finger into my vagina, adding another and another until his entire fist was embedded inside me. It was painful and I moaned. "Now feel sorry for yourself," he said. "You cheap fuck toy. I've seen you spread for other guys. I've watched you for a long time Christine. I saw you alone at work at night, spreading those legs for your boyfriend so he could fuck you. I saw you suck his dick until he spurted in your throat. And you licked up every drop of that cum, didn't you?"

I nodded, ashamed and fearful.

"And I saw you in bed rubbing your horny snatch while those tits bounced and jiggled." He apparently had been spying on me for sometime. The thought made me excited but afraid. He quickly withdrew his hand and replaced it with his rejuvenated erection. He pulled the gag from my mouth. I inhaled the fresh air with relief. "Keep telling me what a cunt you are," he instructed. As he fucked me, pinning my legs down with his, I shamefully repeated the things he told me to say. "I'm a cunt. I like getting a cock in my horny pussy. I want to lick my cream off your dick."

I felt almost a sense of loss when he pulled it out of me. He knelt over my face and told me to open my mouth. I thought he was going to ejaculate in my mouth and I did as he asked. I was shocked and disgusted when something warm and yellow streamed from him instead. I turned my head away, and the warm, hot yellow piss started to run down my neck. He grabbed my chin and turned my head back to him. His hands closed tightly around my throat and the need for oxygen became so great that I opened mouth, gasping. His urine sprayed into my mouth. "Drink it all. If you miss another drop, I'll beat you so hard." Then he began again to torture my nipples with his fingertips.

I obediently swallowed the strong-tasting liquid. As I lay there, gasping, he walked over to the pile of excrement I had made earlier. Squatting, he deposited his own load beside mine. I saw steam rise from it in the cool autumn air. I looked away in disgust. When I looked up, he had his ass in my face. "Give me some tongue," he ordered. "Lick my dirty shithole."

I gagged at the thought, remembering what had come away when he wiped me. "No, no, I can't! Can't you just leave me alone?"

"You can do it, cunt, or I can wipe my ass on some leaves and make you eat them. In fact, I could make you eat that whole pile of shit. Yours and mine. Don't think I couldn't, you toilet whore. Your choice." It wasn't much of a choice but I decided that the least amount of crap to touch my lips, the better. I was tiring and knew that I could not fight him off if he tried to make me the two turd piles. I took a deep breath and licked his ass until he allowed me to stop. I could smell and taste the shit on his hole. "Get it in nice and deep. Wiggle that tongue in my filthy whole." My entire face was pressed into his ass as I tried to please him so that he would get off of me. I licked and licked until I was sure he was baby clean.

Finally he removed himself from my face. Again, the oxygen rushed in, my friend, as I lay on the ground fighting the urge to retch. I wondered why nobody had come along the path to rescue me, when a male figure ambled up to us. My attacker's glance warned me that if I said a word, the consequences would be dire.

"What's going on, man?" the guy asked him. "My girlfriend and I are just having some fun," the rapist answered. The second man looked at my cuffed hands, torn clothing, and tear-stained face. "She don't look like she's having a lot of fun." I then saw how charming my attacker could be. "She is all right, aren't you honey?" I tried to smile and nodded weakly. The man did not look at all convinced, and the rapist noticed this too. "Would you like a piece of her?" he offered the other guy.

Now the man's expression changed from concern to unadulterated lust. "You bet!" And an erection sprung up instantly in his tight spandex runner's shorts. I looked at him pleadingly, but he would not meet my eyes. Instead he used them to roam my body, and his desire was building. I was pulled to my feet and sandwiched between the two men.

The newcomer shoved his long, skinny penis into my vagina while my attacker reintroduced my ass to his thicker cock. I was unable to do anything but bounce along to their thrusts. I screamed, cried, and moaned, but I was completely unheeded as the two men pleased themselves with me. Soon the man in my pussy came, his body spasming. "Oh yeah, that's hot!" he groaned. I felt his semen sliding from my hole and running down my legs and my stomach churned in disgust. He zipped his pants and fondled my bare breasts as my attacker finished tormenting my abused behind. After he came, the man dressed, thanked us both and whistled as he jogged cheerily down the path.

My attacker dressed too. "If you tell anyone what happened or anything about me, I'll come after you," he threatened. "I know where you live, and I know where you work." He backed me against a tree, and tied me naked to the trunk. With a pocketknife, he carved the word "whore" into the soft flesh of my stomach. I watched in fascination as little dots of blood rolled down my abdomen. He stuffed the used, dirty panties into my mouth. Gathering any possible evidence, he bit both my nipples one last time and then left.

Less than five minutes later, my boyfriend wandered down the path, searching for me. "What happened to you?" he asked as he hurried to untie me. He pulled me into his arms and kissed me, stroking my hair. He put his coat around my shoulders. Looking into my golden eyes with his own eyes, eyes the color of polished chestnuts, he smiled and whispered "I adore you," into my ear. I sagged against him, emotionally spent. It was amazing that someone so loving could have been so brutal.

"Thank you, Master," I said as we walked quietly to our car, which was waiting at the end of the path.