Captive in the Woods

She was in seventh heaven, alone in the mountains, nothing around for miles but trees, rocks, and the stream. She had hiked for hours in the spring sun without seeing a soul, just a few small animals and a lot of birds. She stumbled on the tiny clearing as she followed the meandering stream’s course. It was perfect, enclosed by trees on three sides, with just enough room for her tent and a fire pit, and plenty of dead dry wood to keep the fire going. Since it was late afternoon already, she decided to stop and quickly set up her camp. The stream had a wonderful deep green pool with some fish swimming around, and when she’d finished setting up, she decided to take a dip. The clear water was cold and refreshing as it flowed around her body, and when she climbed out on the bank, she was feeling great. She pulled her favorite tunic from her pack and slid into it.

She got a fire going and fixed herself some dinner as the sun began to go down. After eating, she cleaned up the pan and then sat staring into the flickering flames of the fire. She could hear sounds made by small night animals passing through the woods around her campsite, but no screaming sirens or honking horns or guns going off. No sound of humanity, no light but the fire and stars above as full night fell. The quiet became more intense, and she suddenly wondered why she could no longer hear even the crickets and frogs by the water.

She stood up, but couldn’t see anything beyond the fire. She was uneasy, suddenly feeling as if someone was staring at her. She wished she had put on more than just the tunic, which was mid-thigh length and clung to her form as she moved towards the tent a few feet away. Three men appeared as if by magic, seeming to materialize soundlessly from the woods. They were obviously trying to keep her from escaping from them, as they were spread about ten feet apart from each other as they advanced on her.

“Lookie here, a pretty little gal all by herself in the middle of our land” said the middle man. They were all big men, with strongly muscled bodies, close to six feet tall.

“I didn’t know this was private land, I’ll get out first thing in the morning and I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to trespass,” she said quickly.

“Looks like yer pretty comfy here on our place,” said the man on her right, and she saw the gleam of his eyes as the three stepped squarely into the firelight. She saw that they each carried a shotgun, and they were obviously not city men. They were within feet of her and she realized she was trapped against the tent as their eyes raked over her appreciatively.

“Looks like the only thing ya don’t have is company.” said the third man as he stepped forward and reached for her, grabbing her arm and pulling her to his chest as she tried without success to wrench herself free. “But we’re here, so y’ ain’t alone any more.”

He had her hands pinned behind her back in no time, in spite of her struggles and she felt one of the other men tie her wrists together tightly. “Please don’t hurt me” she begged.

“The punishment for bein’ on our land without permission is thatchya belong to us now, and we kin do what we want with ya. Ya can scream all ya want, ain’t nobody round fer least ten miles any direction” he told her as he reached for the neck of the tunic. With one sharp downward yank, he ripped it off and threw it in the fire. She was terrified, shaking and unable to say anything else as the men gathered around her and their hands roamed over her body. Fingers pinched and probed, she could feel their hard maleness as they pressed against her. All three felt huge, and her fear grew.

“Put er on the ground, and we’ll commence to havin some fun.” She was forced onto her back on the ground, her legs held wide apart as the biggest man dropped his pants. Her fears were realized as his long prick sprang free, hard and standing straight out from his groin. He lowered himself to her helplessly exposed pussy and worked his shaft into her, filling her completely as he sank it in to the hilt. He began to pump in and out, faster and faster, harder with each stroke. The other two men still held her legs spread wide with one hand each, and were using their free hands to manhandle her tits, pinching and pulling the nipples into aching hardness, kneading the flesh of her tits mercilessly. She was being ruthlessly fucked, and she knew this was only the beginning; the other two would take their turn with her when the one fucking her now was done. He was really hammering her and she felt her body starting to respond against her will. It felt like he was growing even bigger as he gave her two especially hard deep thrusts and filled her with hot sperm.

The man on her left was already out of his pants and rock hard, ready to take her as soon as his buddy moved out of the way. He rammed into her in one long push until his hips slammed against hers, his balls slapped into the crack between her buttocks, and her cunt was again filled with a huge hard prick. He was as brutish as the first had been, quickly speeding his strokes until she was again being pummeled. The last man positioned himself at her face, forcing his cock into her mouth and face fucking her, forcing her to take half his length in short sharp jabs.

She realized she was meeting them stroke for stroke, her body completely aroused to a pitch of lust she’d never known before.