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I know better, I think bitterly as I pull to the side of the road. My tires were growing way too worn to be driven on, and yet, I drove. Now here I am with a blown tire in the middle of the woods. All I can do is pray that my spare is worthy enough to get me home. I grumble and get out of my car to pop my trunk to begin the very unpracticed ritual of changing a tire.
As I’m lifting the mat covering the spare, I hear the crunch of gravel as bright lights illuminate me from behind, casting a shadow of myself onto the trunk. I turn around to see a car has pulled over behind me. I shield my eyes from the headlights to see who’s come to investigate, and hopefully help.
Two large men–covered in a day's work who exit the car. Their boots are covered in mud, jackets pulled over worn flannel shirts. Hats shade their faces from me, all I can do is take in the bulking forms stalking closer to me.
“Need any help, miss?” One of them asks. His voice is deep and rough. Their car’s headlights shine like a spotlight on me. Both men loom above me, my frame easily dwarfed by their stature. The air is still chilly, cooled off plenty from the heat of the day, a breeze pushes strands of my hair into my face. I give them a hesitant smile while tucking the locks behind my ear, my stomach starting to curl. I reach back into the trunk, not turning away from the men. My hand clasps onto the cold metal of the lug wrench stored alongside the spare tire. I pull it forward to show them.
“My tire blew.” I say. The man on the right steps forward, he’s the shorter of the two but that’s not saying much. His large hand wraps around the lug wrench, easily plucking it from my grasp. I’m frozen, my feet won’t budge. He’s so close I can smell lingering cigarette smoke and dirt wafting off of his clothes. I look up at him, now able to see his face. He’s handsome–jaw strong and shadowed by a closely cut beard. His eyes are dark, they bore into mine, unflinching. I blink, breaking eye contact, and choose to look at the ground instead. He must be in his late thirties, I was never good guessing ages.
“We can help with that, miss.” He says. Shyly, I look back at him and he gives me a toothy grin. The man’s companion comes closer as well, taking the lug wrench from his friend. The first man brushes past me and leans into the trunk to grab the spare tire. “Which one is it?” The man who smiled at me asks. I quickly point at the rear left tire, words not coming to me. He nods and frees the spare from the compartment in my trunk. He and his partner kneel down by the rear tire. I take a few steps back, letting them get to work. I take a moment to take in the other man. From the side I can see he’s older than his friend. His lip is covered by a thick mustache, but is clean shaven otherwise. His hat tames wavy brown hair that sits just above his shoulder. He looks up from his work, meeting my gaze. His eyes are softer than his counterpart, and seemingly a light brown. He smiles, his eyes drifting down my body. I shift from foot to foot uncomfortably, I’m suddenly very aware of the clothes I have chosen to wear. I had thrown on something comfortable for my late night errands, leggings and a loose fitting sweater. I had felt no need to wear a bra and panties at the time but now I have come to regret this decision. He turns back to his work, his friend already having removed the bolts keeping my tire attached to the car.
They murmur to each other while fixing the spare to my car, occasionally glancing up at me. I’m unable to catch what they’re saying, all I’m able to hear is deep voices grumbling. My frozen state starts to become uncomfortable, my bladder beginning to scream at me. The adrenaline from having to deal with a blown tire has seemingly worn off some and I’m now remembering how much I had to pee before it blew. I look to the men again, their focus entirely on the task at hand. I bite my lower lip and look to the woods just a few steps away from. I groan and make my way over to the trees. I walk further into the woods, enough so I feel comfortably covered by the brush. Pulling my leggings down my legs I squat and allow myself the release my body had been begging me for. As I finish I begin to pull my leggings up, but freeze after hearing the snapping of a branch. My head whips around to see one of the men illuminated by the dim street light. My face grows red hot in embarrassment, he doesn’t move as I quickly pull my leggings up the rest of the way. Before I can take a step to leave the woods, the man is on me. My mouth is covered by one of his dirty hands as his other hand wraps around my neck. He pulls my back into his chest and lifts me off the ground. I squeak as he pulls us further into the woods.
“It’s dangerous to be in the woods all alone, sweet girl.” He whispers in my ear. I can smell his last cigarette on his breath. I wrinkle my nose and try to break free of his grip. His hold on my neck doesn’t hurt me, but it’s secure enough to keep me still. His scratchy beard rubs uncomfortably against my cheek, I let out a soft whimper, unsure of his full intentions. He gives my neck a teasing squeeze as he brings us to a standstill, sandwiching me between him and a sturdy tree. His hand around my neck drops to his side, giving me a false sense of relief. The hand over my mouth holds strong. He rustles for something in his jacket at my back. I freeze when I hear the metallic click of a pocket knife opening. I feel the sharp tip graze up my thigh as the man puts his face back into my neck. The bark of the tree bites into my face as I strain away from his hostile nuzzling.
“I know you can feel what this is,” he mumbles, lips falling to my shoulder, “and if you know what’s good for you you’ll keep quiet, miss.” His large hand leaves my mouth. I let out a shaky breath, the knife still tracing my body. He’s moved it across my lower belly, hitting just above the hem of my leggings. My skin goosebumps against the cold metal, I don’t move an inch. He lets out a grunt of approval as I keep still for him. The knife leaves my skin, I hear it close and the shuffle of clothing as he places it back in his jacket pocket. The hand that was once covering my mouth slowly starts to trail downwards, grazing my breasts that are covered by thin knitting. It continues to trail down as it hits the front of my leggings.
I breathe in sharply. His hand stops as it hits the front of my leggings. I let out a small groan, trying to wiggle away from his large hand. He presses himself harder against me, pushing my chest fully into the tree. I feel the rough fabric of his jeans through my thin leggings. His crotch is fully rutted against my ass, allowing me to finally notice a prodding bulge building in his pants.
"Please don't do this." I whimper. He grunts, ignoring my pleading, and continues to molest me. He slides his hands over my hips, inching them closer to my inner thighs. No direction frees me from his touch. Bucking back from his hands presses me tighter against his clothed cock, and the tree he’s stood us in front of prevents my forward escape. I am forced to stand still, shivering in terror against his firm chest and hands.
His hands continue to slide forward, stopping only once they’ve reached the apex of my groin. He cups my pussy roughly, no longer using his taunting pace. He groans, his face dropping to my neck. “You’re so soft. I haven’t touched anything this soft in a long time.” His hand squeezes gently, testing my limits once more. “I bet you’re even softer without these.” He pulls on the crotch of my leggings.
“Please.” I whisper, still unmoving. He lets out a huff of air, seemingly in annoyance at my reluctance. He removes his large hand from between my legs only to shove it right down the front of my leggings. I gasp and writhe in protest, giving into my brains urging to get away from him. He laughs, easily holding me in place and using my efforts to grind his cock against my ass.
“No panties? Were you expecting me, sweet girl?” I can hear the grin on his voice as he explores the freshly discovered bare skin. His fingers brush past my sparse public hair and slip further between the lips of my pussy. His hand is calloused and rough, unwelcome against my sensitive skin.
I can faintly feel his teeth gently nipping at my neck, doing anything but distract me from his large fingers exploring my cunt. His pointer and ring finger work to spread my inner lips apart, making way for his long middle finger. It slips through my folds, brushing against my clit and slipping through to stop at the beginning of my entrance. He continues this ministration multiple times, the grazing over my clit growing heavier each time. He lets out a happy groan, feeling the building slickness between my legs from his efforts. Each stroke of his finger sends shocks to my core, awakening a response I desperately try to control. My head grows light with the conflict of pleasure and reluctance. I attempt to twist my hips away from him and his area of focus, but that only serves me a sharp bite to my neck. I let out a strangled sob, unsure if it is from desperation or the delicious heat of pain mixing with the slowly radiating pleasure from my core. My will to resist tapers off into a faint hum in the back of my mind, submission fogging over.
His middle finger dips deeper into me, pressing firmly passed my slick opening. My mouth hangs open as he slowly slides his finger further, stopping only when he has no more finger to press inside. “You’re practically sucking me in.” The man mumbles against my shoulder. His lips are shockingly soft compared to the rest of his anatomy. I shiver against his gentle kisses that pepper the spot behind my ear to the meeting of my neck and shoulder. His finger twitches inside of me, sending a shock of warmth to my belly. My legs quiver as he begins to slowly curl his finger, brushing it along my inner wall. He continues like this, working his finger against my insides, coaxing a soft groan out of the back of my throat. I can feel him smile at my neck.
“I think you can take another one, sweet girl.” He says softly, pulling his middle finger out nearly all the way, only to have it joined by his ring finger. The pair plunge back inside me, rougher this time. His previously slow movements picking up urgency, working to tempt more timid noises from me.
The man's efforts have become audibly successful. My face turns hot at the quiet but noticeable slick sound of my pussy’s positive review of his fingers. The persistent pulse in my core is becoming harder and harder to ignore. I can only feel his fingers and the sweet shocks that shoot through me as he brushes my inner walls.
“Does that feel good?” The man mutters, truly not caring about my actual thoughts on his handy work. Regardless, no response would come from me. My brain was fully focused on chasing the heat he nursed through my pussy. His fingers pulled through my flesh, white hot ripples of pleasure hitting me closer and closer together. Fuck! I squeeze my eyes shut and cry out as a blinding orgasm rips through me. I am too gripped by the pleasure pulled from me by the man to be mortified by how easily manipulated my soft flesh truly was. My reluctant release pulses hot throughout my body, my toes curling and flexing inside my shoes, hands grabbing desperately at the tree blocking my escape. My nails bite at the bark of the tree, painfully scraping skin away from the pads of my fingers. My ears ring, drowning out the deep chuckle of the man pressed behind me.
He lets me bask in the afterglow of my humiliation only for moments. “I’m growing tired of the teasing.” He whispers. “Let’s have some real fun now.” My eyes widen, not fully believing the words coming out of his mouth. I am quickly pulled from my disbelief as the fingers seemingly stuck inside of me are roughly evacuated from my core. He uses that very hand to yank down my leggings half way down my legs. My pussy clenches as it’s exposed to the cool night air. I shiver.
Satisfied by how bare he has made me, his arm curls across my chest and back around my throat once more to keep me in place while his other hand tends to himself. His fingers are still wet from my involuntary pleasure. I can hear the undoing of his belt and the unzipping of his pants. The gentle metallic clinks only added to my growing anticipation for his full assault. The fleshy pat of his cock against my bare ass makes my stomach drop. “Don’t worry, you can take it.” He reassures me. He rubs his hard cock against me, allowing me to feel the heat and weight of it. I shiver and struggle, testing his hold around my throat. He tightens his grip. “Be a good girl won’t you?” He adjusts himself, sliding the length of his cock between my thighs. He’s thick and warm and my pussy, leaking from my prior orgasm, happily wets the length of him. I hear a satisfied rumble come from the man's chest. “You’re a very good girl.” His hips guide his cock at an achingly slow pace through my folds. The tip of his dick catches against my clit each thrust, repeatedly sending a jolt of pleasure through to my core. I whine, half in frustration with the freshly building pleasure and half with the tortuous anticipation of how he plans to take his own satisfaction from my body.
He slows and lines the head of his cock against the entrance of my pussy. Allowing no time for me to breathe or think, he sheaths himself fully inside of me. I let out a scream, his thick cock stretching my pussy to its limit. No quick fingerfucking and orgasm could’ve prepared me for his utter carelessness. His free hand flies to my mouth, shoving two fingers inside. “You need to stay quiet, slut.” He growls in my ear. His fingers move from sitting heavily on my tongue to curling up into my cheek, resting between my molars. The ache in my pussy is near unbearable. I can only pant around his fingers that are forcefully holding my mouth open. Drool dribbles out of my mouth and down his hand. I feel nauseous from the press of his cock.
The man doesn’t wait long for me to adjust to the size of him. Pushing me forward into the tree with his arm that is secured around my throat, he pulls me off his cock, almost entirely. His other hand moves from my mouth to grip my hip in a bruising hold. He slams my pussy back onto his cock. My hips are flush with his. The ruthless manner in which he handles my body, now seeming frighteningly small compared to him, leaves me breathless. He repeats his aggressive thrusts, forcing puffs of air from my mouth, still ajar even after his fingers vacated. His hips start a slow but powerful rhythm that makes it difficult to think. Each push and pull of his cock inside my cunt sends sparks down my spine. The hand holding my hip roughly squeezes and smacks the fat of my ass. I jerk from surprise and the sharp pain that radiates from the point of impact. He makes a happy noise.
“You like being hit?” The man asks, his breath heating my ear. His thrusts continue at a relentless pace. The fleshy slap of his hips slamming into mine fills the space between his question and my answer. He hits me once more to force a response from me.
“No!” I choke out. My flesh stinging from repeated impact, tears beginning to well in my eyes.
“You’re not a good liar.”
“Please don’t hit me.” I whimper. He slaps me in the same spot again. I seize and cry out. He groans in response.
“Your cunt squeezes me every time I spank you, sweet girl.” I can hear the smile on his words. My face heats in shame. I am grateful he has not bothered to look at my face while taking as he pleases from my body. I have no reply to his statement, I can only focus my blurry vision on the tree he has pressed me against. My fingers are raw from ripping into the bark. I sniffle, trying to keep the tears from spilling down my cheeks. Every thrust from the man forces air from my lungs and out my trembling mouth.
He slows his pounding to curl into me, changing his ministrations to an agonizingly deep grind. His mouth finds my neck again and breathes in deeply. He drags his wet tongue up from the base of my throat to behind my ear, stopping to bite at my earlobe. I clench my teeth, not wanting to let out a sound of pain or pleasure. I fight to keep him from knowing how to get a rise out of me. A small voice in the back of my brain tells me I’ve already failed at that. He clearly knows some buttons of mine and is already using them against me. My efforts to keep quiet disrupt my focus on keeping my tears back. I tremble, my chest heaving from the release.
The man seems to notice. He pulls away from my ear and pushes my head against the tree, turning my head in the process. I can now see the man out of the corner of my eye. The gentle light slipping through the tree cover illuminates the quiet tears wetting my cheeks as they slip from my eyes. He stills, the torturous grinding into the back of my pussy finally stopping. His face gives nothing away. I close my eyes, hoping deep down that my tears might have pulled him from his animalistic urges.
My hopes are dashed almost immediately. He leans in, holding my head still against the rough bark of the tree, and licks the tears from my face. He gives my cheek a gentle but almost possessive bite. My mouth falls open, letting out a shocked and shaky gasp. “You just keep getting better and better, sweet girl.”
Suddenly, the man's cock is roughly pulled from my stretched cunt. I moan in relief, but my moan turns to a yelp as I am pulled from the tree and forced to the ground. The man yanks my arms behind me as my knees make a hard impact against the forest floor. Pine needles and dirt scratch at my skin. He twists my arms unnaturally to push me fully to the ground, my belly flush with the ground. I wiggle against his painful bind, testing his hold, only to get a rough jerk in response. My face rubs into the ground, mixing my tears with dirt, making an utter mess of my face. The man keeps his single handed grip on my arms and begins to kneel behind me. He fences my legs between his and leans down to grind his raw and wet cock against the fat of my ass once more.
He adjusts my arms to be above my head, held to the ground at my wrists with a single hand. The man lines himself back up with the sore opening of my abused pussy and forces himself back inside while pressing his body onto mine. The air in my lungs knocked out from the impact. I wheeze as he settles himself back inside of me, deep.
He takes his time, letting me adjust to his size this time. I try to focus on my breathing, difficult now that I am crushed between his hard form and the cold ground. He pulls his cock out half way and slips back inside. His cock brushes against the same spot his fingers hit earlier. I inhale sharply, white spots flashing in my vision. The man continues his shallow thrusts, keeping my arms trapped tightly above me. I can feel the gentle beginnings of another orgasm below my bellybutton and it terrifies me. I try to pull my focus to the coarse rub of the dirt, the mossy scent of the air, the dry pine needles that poke into my belly, anything but the methodical abuse being administered to my cunt. I’m ripped from my attempts at distraction by prodding fingers pressing into my hip, searching. They move towards my pussy and I shutter.
“Don’t.” I squeak out, unable to defend myself. I feel a rumble in the man's chest that’s flush against my back. His fingers strike home and apply an excruciating pressure to my clit. I go limp underneath him, powerless against the desires of my body. His fingers combined with his cock pulling greedy pleasure from my pussy. His thrusts into my cunt become rougher, shallow no more, he presses himself fully inside of me. He rocks his cock against the back of my pussy, the pressure grating my hips into the dirt.
Pleased with my submission, the man continues as is, slowly dragging himself through my insides. His fingers keep their consistent pressure, rubbing in unhurried circles against my clit. My breathing is uneven as the orgasm that was quietly building in my core becomes something I am unable to ignore. I can feel shocks of pleasure pulsing just underneath my skin. My mind wanders to the knife he keeps in his pocket. If he were to drag it against my body, cutting into my flesh, my pleasure would release from the wound in a bright blast of light. Sadistically, my pussy responds to the thought of him physically scarring me and my orgasm comes crashing down. I let out a strangled grunt as the wash of unwanted release courses through me.
“That’s a good girl.” The man whispers in my ear, fucking me through my orgasm. His thrusts become faster, lubricated with the physical consequence of my climax. I can hear just how slick my pussy has become. I grind my face in the dirt in shame, tears flooding my eyes once more. My throbbing pussy and the ache in my arms from being held forcibly for so long is all I can feel. The man's heavy breathing and occasional grunts fade behind the ringing whine that takes over my hearing. A small pebble lies a few inches in my line of sight. I stare at it, wishing I was a fucking pebble instead of a woman being half burried into the ground by the push of a man’s greedy cock.
“What the fuck?” An exasperated and masculine voice comes from the entrance of the forest. It pulls me from my trance. I turn my head, bleary eyed, to see the intimidating shape of the friend of the man who’s currently buried inside of me. I can feel his cock twitch as he huffs a laugh. The man does not stop his thrusts to my dismay, he actually picks up his pace. The rough slapping of his hips meeting my ass fills the silence growing after his friend's question.
“Please. Help.” I rasp out, staring at the unmoving form of the new man.