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Lisa did not much care for camping. She did not like carrying her belongings. She didn't like the bugs, sunburn, or rashes. What she did enjoy was the distance from others and the forest that surrounded her like a cradle. She was avoiding everybody unilaterally. She wanted only the birds chattering to each other. She reveled in the challenge of living out of her backpack and of getting someplace off the beaten path by her own means and her own planning.
Was she supposed to camp here? No, Lisa was pretty sure she saw at least one sign warning her not to, detailing the monetary fine she would receive if she was found camping in the depths of a National Park. She hadn't read the details fully. Lisa hoped that the universe would allow her to get away with it.
Lisa knew that the nearest sanctioned camping spot was at least fifteen miles away by her map. She had downloaded the map for the area before leaving her home wifi. The paper backup was in her backpack, along with small or lightweight versions of her basic necessities. An obscenely tiny tent perched atop the pack she set down on the ground. Lisa picked up the small tent kit and made short work of setting it up before the sun drifted away entirely.
The air was cool, crisp, and just the type Lisa liked most when hiking. When resting, however, it was a bit too cold. Lisa crawled into the small tent, zipping it behind her, and took out one of the self-heating noodle packs. Unscrewing her water bottle, Lisa poured a couple tablespoons of water to activate the heat pack for her food. It was almost fully dark now.
Lisa considered the natural wonder she was pursuing as her food warmed. It was blocked off as unsafe to the public a couple decades prior. Lisa had not found any indication of why this was, other than online hearsay about the cave system being structurally unsound. Overall, the records did not agree on much about the cave system.
The library records of news articles and the digitized state records could agree on at least one fact; two of the caverns at the front of the cave system were encrusted in giant swaths of quartz crystal. Lisa couldn't explain to herself why this excited her so much.
What had cemented her illicit camping trip, though, was the rumor about a bioluminescent pool of water that supposedly occupied another portion of the cave. The records were iffy on the pool. Ok- no official records mentioned a body of water at all. It was only her hiking groups online who thought it was there. Lisa would be happy with just the beauty of the faceted quartz walls. She knew she would feel some disappointment when the pool was either not bioluminescent or not there at all but would be happy with the sight of the quartz.
Once she had finished her ramen, Lisa laid back and read some of the saved novels on her ereader. She was hiking, yes, no signal where she was now, but she enjoyed the backlit ereader that had battery to last the whole hike. The book she was reading tonight was an old favorite- but it had been a couple years since she read it last. The next sex scene was in two or three chapters. She planned on reading, humping her bunched up sweater until she came, and then fall asleep bundled up in her sleeping bag.
It was either a cruel irony or a brutal coincidence that when Lisa had teased herself into a flushed, dripping wet climax, she heard a noise just outside the tent. Literally directly on the other side of the flap door. Lisa froze, wanting to shut off the dim light from her ereader, but her body was stopped where she hovered straddled over her sweater. An errant bead of sweat ran between her breasts that shook with her jagged breaths.
She knew she would feel stupid in a matter of minutes when the animal outside fucked off and left her to enjoy the warmth and afterglow. In the minutes following, the animal refused to fuck off. She heard rustling and snuffling at the edges of her small hideout. The noises circled around to the front of the tent again. The ereader light timed out and the tent walls disappeared into the dark surrounding her.
Fear had her heart in a vice when she heard a scrape in the direction of the door. Her heart galloped as she resisted moving her aching thighs in fear. Then she heard that sound she really hadn't expected. Instead of the animal tearing through her tent, she heard the sound of the door zipper being grabbed. Lots of small clinking noises. Whoever or whatever it was was struggling to keep a grip on the zipper.
Her body finally started again. Lisa flung herself at her backpack and the pepper spray attached to the strap. She even had it on a retracting lanyard string so she could pull the spray where she needed. Lisa had always thought she would be attacked while out hiking with her backpack on and somehow she hadn't considered anyone would come for her in her tiny tent. She felt stupid, fingers slow in finding her only defense.
Lisa's hands had just clutched the cylinder of the pepper spray when the tent flap sounded like it was all the way open behind her. Heavy, hot hands clamped down onto her ankles and Lisa absolutely panicked. She dropped her grip on the pepper spray. She lost her breath when her knees were pulled out from under her. Her chest slammed into the ground. Gasping, Lisa struggled and kicked but the hands held her fast. Her panic ratcheted up higher as the vice grip trapping her ankles did not shift as she kicked. Only her body flailed.
Lisa screamed. She flailed physically and mentally. What was she supposed to do to fight this? Her ankles spread apart as she gasped and yelled. She heard a snuffling not unlike a dog, then the fast intake of air as the thing smelled her cunt. It was aggressive, invasive, and very noticeable through her thin sweatpants. She twisted to see what was behind her but it was too dark out to see much more than a gleaming eye, glaring at her. It pulled her even closer by the ankles. Her shirt rode up as she was dragged against the freezing ground. Debris stabbed at her abdomen. Lisa cried out in pain as something scratched painfully up the underside of a breast.
Lisa's body came to a sudden halt and the hands left her ankles. Just as quickly as her knees hit the ground, it was pressing her shoulders down, her neck cramping at the bad angle. Her cheek pressed forcefully into the grass and mud.
Either by luck or coincidence, whatever claw or knife the thing was equipped with tore her sweatpants almost in two but had not injured her. Cold air hit her cunt and ass in a slap. The cold was less shocking then the boiling heat of the thing pressing her into the ground with weight that pressed the air from her lungs.
Lisa lost it. She choked and wheezed as loudly as she could, grasping at her neck, trying desperately to let it know that she could not breathe. Even in this panic, Lisa could not ignore the distinct sensation of the overheated head of its cock pressing sticky, wet, and demanding. She writhed underneath it, losing the ability to move forcefully. Her vision was of a terrifying nighttime void, only the occasional tree highlighted softly in the pale light of a sliver of moon.
She knew the visibility would be low. She had chosen the day on purpose. She had a long weekend that coincided with the moon being just a sliver, hardly a light source at all. Her surroundings were suggestions. The thing behind her was disturbingly real. It pressed its cock near her asshole and she could no longer move or squirm. If she could see, she would note her vision tunneling.
Then it found her cunt. Despite everything, she wasn't completely dry. She didn't have the strength to even hate that. The cock pressed into her from behind, stretching her tense inner muscles uncomfortably. She knew she was going to pass out and die at any moment but her body was still not receptive. As if it heard her last, fading desires, it finally pushed up and off of her back.
Lisa's lungs inflated painfully as the cock in her retreated by an inch, the head of the cock not entirely leaving her cunt before shoving back in fully. Her body scraped against the cold earth as it penetrated her with the full length. The intense heat and size left her gasping again. She felt skewered. Sharp pain zapped at her inner walls and she was forced to stretch for the things behind her.
It made a soft, guttural noise behind her. The cock shoved into her a little deeper and she gasped in pain, fingers clutching at the ground. She felt the slap of proportionally giant balls against her thighs. Against her lips. She still felt like she couldn't take in a full breath.
It slid the length out of her about halfway, then snapped its hips forward in a movement so aggressive, she slid against the ground as it fucked her. She felt one of the large hands grab her by the skull. The other hand of the thing reached under her, grabbing the other side of her waist to keep her body still.
And it used her.
At some point she reflexively flexed her abdomen as she was picked up by the waist- and head. She was no longer on the ground. It had her form completely under control, her arms and legs now only weakly struggled. She felt wrung out, even as it continued to piston in and out of her, filling her brutally.
Just as Lisa was getting used to the rhythm and the shocking size, the monster behind her froze. Lisa opened her eyes to the shockingly dark surrounding, not remembering when she closed them. Her breathing was rapid and rasping in the blackness of the night environment. She distantly thought about the fact that she didn't even hear birds or insects making noise. Only a muted, breathy wind moved objects in their surroundings. She didn't move in its grip. Lisa hung from its large hands hot on her abdomen and head. She remained limp, feeling too far away to move. Its hand shifted from the back of her head to down and around her neck. It held her neck loosely for all that the fingers wrapped to almost touch at the back of her neck.
The thing pulled out from her cunt in a sharp motion, and with equal savage strength, shoved back in. With a dawning sense of horror, Lisa felt a ball of thick, scorching flesh pressing at the entrance of her hole. It had a knot. Like a dog. She gasped and flailed in its iron grasp. It growled in a deep rumble she swore she could feel reverberations through the monster's cock.
Lisa's arms weighed so much. She felt like she couldn't even connect with her arms between the limp dangling and cold of the air. It was still using overwhelming force to push its knot against her entrance. She lifted leaden hands to grasp at the one hand at her neck. Predictably, the hand did not move. She couldn't take it.
She couldn't take it. Her eyes started to water. Stars of pain scattered her thinking. With a horrifying jerk and pressure at her entry, she realized it had managed to press the knot into her after all. She felt a curious sensation deep inside her cunt and realized it was shooting cum into her. Once, twice, again, again, streams of cum filled her cunt. Again, its hips twitched and another explosion of heat filled her. Lisa felt her thighs twitch in the air. As if that small movement was all it needed, the thing came into her once more and she felt… too much. The sperm was too much, trapped deep in her cunt by the thick cock and even thicker knot in her like the cork of a bottle. Her thighs twitched involuntarily again. Her pussy lips were stretched unreasonably far apart, certainly more than she had ever been stretched before.
It stood, panting roughly behind her. Lisa could feel the shudders of its body shaking through her too. She would be worried about it dropping her if she wasn't so preoccupied with the absolute fullness and pressures holding her fast on the cock.
In another instance of delayed realization, Lisa felt the thing walking. It was still supporting her body as it walked at least. She had no sense of direction or distance. She was pinned against the hips of the monster and held like an accessory. The grip on her neck was light initially, but after a particularly violent twitch of her legs, it held her neck firmly again. The lightheaded feeling was welcome. She felt a rush as the cock twitched in her. It pulled her up to what felt like a broad chest, completely immobile apart from her legs. A thick forearm held fast across her right arm, her stomach, and her left arm. Its other hand moved to the back of her head and gripped her skull.
The extra thick part at the base of the cock must have shrunk somewhat in a few minutes. Lisa could feel some of the painful, aching pressure dissipate. She could feel the hot semen start to leak out of her, trickling down her swollen pussy lips. She gave a silent gasp at how sensitive she was to the thick semen dripping from her but stayed silent. They seemed to be moving fast through the darkness of the night. She didn't want to add choking on a bug onto being raped by a monster. This made her want to laugh, though no sound left her mouth. It was stuck in her throat.
The air around Lisa changed in quality. It became warmer, for one, and Lisa realized how cold she had been despite being held to the furnace of a monster. The environment felt closer and there was the unmistakable sound of claws against stone. The sound of trickling liquid followed. Lisa felt her face fill with heat. She knew what the sound was. They seemed to be navigating around walls. She heard and felt another gush of monster sperm leave her cunt. The monster, probably unsurprisingly, seemed aware of this. It picked up the pace. Lisa felt the legs working faster and the thing's cock started to wiggle free from her body.
It was only then that Lisa started to really come back to her own mind. The panic was setting in. Where was it bringing her? Would it kill her? Eat her? Rape her until it killed her? Was there any possibility it would let her go? Her skin started to sweat and Lisa started to squirm, trying to free herself from the ridiculously large cock that hooked her to the thing. Her legs were responding to her orders again and she started to really, truly fight. Her lungs were not participating and even when her mouth opened in a furious scream, no scream came. She was getting pissed at the lack of noise she could produce.
Lisa put the anger into kicking backwards. She could feel thick, coarse fur as her feet missed the monster's legs again, again, and again. It had not slowed its pace but instead pulled her off of its thick cock. The remaining semen left her in a gush that was as horrifying as it was stimulating. Or maybe she meant it was horrifying because of how stimulating it was to be clutched tight, leaking the last of the hot spend.
Lisa froze completely as it held her away from it by just the back of her head. The monster took her moment of stillness to grab her around her arms and waist with one strong hand, the other letting go of her head to grip her knees together. She was effectively bound by the hands that held her away like a pet needing a bath.
The air was disturbingly cold against her aching cunt. She literally couldn't fight the thing the way it held her. It was only a few more steps until the thing laid her down with surprisingly gentle hands. It put her face down against weirdly soft bedding of some kind. The sharp smell of pine was overwhelming as it placed a large, sharp curved knife at the base of her neck. Not a knife, Lisa realized as she felt it move slowly down her spine. A thick, sharp claw. She held herself perfectly still.
Lisa was chilled and sweating simultaneously as the claw traveled down her back. She was certain she would rather die than have it rip into her with those claws. Her entire body was clenched in terror. Instead of ripping her from sternum to asshole, the claw pulled away; then came back to press between her folds. It caressed her possessively. She would have tensed if she was not already completely frozen solid.
“Stay put" said the monster from just above her, making her jump in surprise. Her reply was to obey. It- he?- the monster patted her ass.
Lisa heard it get up. She stayed lying face down. An earsplitting scrape reverberated through her body. The space- her pen it seemed- now felt cut off. It must have shut her in with rock. Lisa sat up, carefully not resting her full weight on her sore cunt lips. She brushed the bedding off of her face and hair and stood quietly.
The room was more of a stone alcove than a room. She felt it out with the tips of her finger. The stone curved down at the ceiling, but Lisa was maybe 5’3" and could barely touch the tallest part. She could take three steps to reach the other walls. Lisa could feel air flow at the top of the bolder that kept her stuck. She did try to push it, just to know she had. The rock didn't move.
After an indeterminate amount of time, Lisa felt her body started to sway in exhaustion. It had to be very early in the morning now. Lisa wondered if anyone had spotted her tent yet. She doubted they had. Not so soon.
The bedding seemed clean and dry against her feet while she mapped the stone closet with her fingers. Cold and exhausted, Lisa laid down against the cold rock wall and pulled the loose bedding over her toes and into a short nest around her. Once her body heat had built up enough, Lisa closed her burning eyes and slept.