Camp Site

Hannah and I had just graduated and had planned a trip to Europe. We wanted to backpack through the continent. My name is Becca, and my parents had said a firm “NO!” to me going, saying it was too dangerous. So, after a lot of negotiations, they agreed to let me go on a camping trip on the Appalachian Trail. Hannah and I planned on starting in Virginia and walking to its end in Georgia.

My parents only gave me a week until we quit and called for a ticket home. But Hannah and I were determined to finish our quest. We were quite capable of doing the hike. Hannah and I were like twins. We were five feet nine inches and one hundred and ten pounds; she was blond, and I was a brunette.

By the end of May, we were packed and ready to go. We took a bus to Richmond, where we’d start our adventure. We had all the best gear. Our packs were heavy but not unbearable. We set out the first day struggling to travel more than a few miles and found a quiet campsite to pitch our small two-person tent. Hannah grabbed her toiletries and headed to find a shower. She returned a few minutes later, very upset.

“Becca, did you know there weren’t any shower facilities on the entire trail,” She asked angrily.

“Well, um, I figured the campsites would have showers; I’m sorry, Hannah,” I said, getting upset.

“Well, it was your job to plan this stuff. Now we won’t shower for a month,” Hannah said, throwing her toiletries down.

“I’m sorry, Hannah, I’ll have my mom send me some money so we can get a hotel room to shower in weekly,” I replied, hoping that would pacify her.

“Fine,” she said, still upset with me.

We hadn’t started strong, but things got better as the week passed. We didn’t know where we were going and just followed the trail. And we weren’t even sure what state we were in. We were running low on food when a group told us about a town nearby and a store where we could re-supply. We even found a cheap motel we checked into and got to shower for the first time in weeks. And we slept in a real bed, which was magnificent.

We stopped for a real breakfast at the local café, where we met a group of young men hiking the trail. Eight guys sat at the tables next to us and made goo-goo eyes at us as we ate. They asked us if we were alone and where we were going. I was coy and tried not to tell them too much, but Hannah was spilling the beans. Telling them everything about us and where we were going. The men left before us, and I relaxed a bit as we left the hotel and hit the trail again.

As we hiked the trail, I had a funny feeling we were being watched. We found a campsite for the night and set up camp, again away from the rest of the hikers. As we sat by our lamplight, I could see the eight men we saw in the diner partying by their tents. When we woke in the morning, I noticed they were gone already. Hannah and I packed up and hit the trail again. We hiked most of the day, and at around three o’clock, we were stopped by yellow tape blocking the trail and the eight men we’d met sitting down eating.

“Hey ladies, the trails closed up ahead. There was a bear attack this morning, and the sheriff is up there,” One of the men said in a southern drawl.

“Oh, that’s terrible, is everyone alright? Do we have to turn back,” Hannah asked.

“No, everyone is taking this path. It leads to a forest service trail. Follow the right fork, and it will lead you back to the trail,” The man said, smiling.

“Oh, okay, great, thanks,” Hannah said.

“Um, Hannah, maybe we should go back,” I said, not feeling great about leaving the trail.

“Haha, come on, Becca,” Hannah stated as she descended the overgrown path.

I followed her for miles before we saw the Forest Service Road. We took it, walking into a dense, dark forest.

“I don’t know about this, Hannah,” I told her.

“They said this was the way to go,” Hannah confirmed.

We walked for a few miles, and the sun began setting. We were exhausted, so we took off our packs to rest and sit on them.

“What do we do now?” I asked.

“Just sit there and don’t move,” A strange voice bellowed.

We both jumped up and looked around as the eight men walked out of the woods.

“Run!” I yelled to Hannah, and we took off down the fire road with the men in hot pursuit. We only made it a short way when the men caught us, grabbing us by the waist and lifting us off our feet.

“Stop, leave us alone. We don’t have any money,” I cried out.

“Please, please don’t hurt us,” Hannah cried.

“If you don’t want to get hurt, stop fighting,” a man told us.

We stopped struggling, and the men walked us back to our packs lying on the road.

“Alright, walk down this road,” he told us.

“What do you want with us?’ I asked, getting upset.

“Oh, you know what all the boys want from you,” someone in the group laughed.

I looked at Hannah, and we both started crying; we were going to be fucked by the eight men. We walked down the service road for a few miles before turning on another overgrown path leading to a clearing and a cabin. Outside cabins were four tents, and a campfire lit the area.

“Please don’t do this. If you let us go, we’ll never tell a soul,” I begged.

My pleas went unanswered as a man emerged from the cabin with an armload of leather straps. The men surrounded us as we stood by the fire. The leader walked up to Hannah and took out a large knife.

“No, don’t kill me,” she said, burying her hands in her face.

The man stepped behind her and grabbed her shirt, slitting up her back until he cut the opening for the neck and pulled it off her. Then he stuck the knife in her shorts by her hips and cut the fabric from leg to waist. And then he cut the other side of her shorts, falling to the ground. He did the same to her panties before bending and taking off her hiking boots and socks.

Hannah stood before the men naked and crying, covering her bald pussy with her hands. While the man cut my clothes off and took off my boots, another man was putting leather restraints on her wrists and ankles and a thick dog collar around her neck. Once I was naked, I received the same restraints and collar. Silver rings hung from our restraints, and we soon learned what they were for. The men brought out two old single mattresses from the cabin and put them on opposite sides of the campfire. I was led to one and Hannah to the other, and both were forced to our knees as four men stripped out of their clothes in front of each of us.

“Okay, ladies, we’re going to start this party by having you suck our cocks until we cum,” the leader of the group told us.

I looked over at Hannah and heard her crying as her head bobbed on the first man’s cock. I had a cock shoved in my face, and I began to suck it; it was disgusting, tasting like sweat and shit. My mouth was pulled off the cock, and another presented to me to suck. My head bobbing back and forth on it. Hannah was getting the same treatment changing cocks every couple of minutes, and I could tell they were in no hurry to cum. The men began holding my head to keep me sucking their cocks, and I knew they were ready to unload. But instead of coming into our mouths, they pulled out and shot their cum on our faces.

Hanah screamed as her face was painted with cum. I was determined not to give them the satisfaction of seeing me upset and begging them to stop. I knew that was futile. Hannah and I were forced to our hands and knees on the mattresses, and we knew what was coming next.

“Okay, Becca, you’re the tough one.