Forest Fuck…

I wake up in a daze in the forest, tied down with ropes, pain shooting through my body. As far as I can tell, there’s nobody else with me, but it’s pitch black and I can’t move my head. How did I get here? I can’t remember.


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“Britney, I don’t want to go,” I whine, laying on my best friend’s bed, staring at her ceiling.

“I don’t care if you don’t want to go,” she replied, putting on her Victoria’s Secret lip gloss and making lustful faces to herself in the mirror. “I need to go, Brandon’s going, and I can’t go alone.”

“Well shit, good to know the only reason you’re taking me to this party is because you’re a lonely sex pot,” I say bitterly, getting up and pushing her out of the way. I look at myself in the mirror, smiling a little. I glance at my logo-less black t-shirt, skin-tight against my 36D tits, and wonder if my ass-length black and blue plaid skirt is too much, or if my knee-high combat boots are too nerve-wracking.

“I love you, Sissy, I want you to come with me cuz it’ll be fun,” Britney said, hugging me from behind and interrupting my thoughts. I felt her b-cup breasts press against my back and I feel myself get a little aroused. If only she knew how into her I really was….


An hour later, we were at some douchebag jock’s party, beer sloshing about, drunk idiots and desperate sluts all around.

“I hate it here,” I whispered, sitting on the couch next to Britney and Brandon. They were dry-humping and making out, and I was extremely annoyed. I got up and grabbed a beer from the table, chugging it before grabbing another one and going back to my seat.

“Let’s go upstairs,” Brandon said, and Britney eagerly got off his lap, his small erection pushing through his jeans. I groaned in disgust and drank my second beer, immediately feeling the effects of both beers.

“I need to get out of here,” I muttered drunkenly, getting up and making my way to the door. “GOODBYE ASSHOLES!” I called upstairs, then left, immediately being hit by the freezing temperature. “Fuck…” I muttered, my vision blurring a little bit. I started walking…

About ten minutes later, I was passing the forest, and I heard steps behind me. “WHO THE FUCK IS STALKING ME?” I called out, my inebriation obvious.

“It’s just me,” a pleasantly innocent male’s voice said, and I turned around, suddenly face-to-face with a guy I had never seen before.