Outside, nude, and sore, she was sprawled across a log, her back arched painfully, her torso thrust upward towards the sky while her hands and feet were pulled tight and tied, spread eagle, to stakes pounded into the ground. Her panties had been stuffed into her mouth and her bra tied around her head as a gag.
She panicked, looking around to try to gain her bearings, to see what (or who) was around. She spotted a pair of bare men's feet a short distance away, her view of the rest of the person obscured by the log. She saw the feet move, heard someone say, "She's awake." She heard rustling and looked up to see a man gazing down at her, grinning devilishly and scratching at his naked crotch. Her eyes widened and her breath quickened as her panic increased, and this seemed to excite the man, his cock stiffening. He knelt above her head and put his hands to either side, cupping her ears and grinning down at her. "Open up," he said as he tore the gag from her mouth. She opened her mouth to scream and instantly it was filled with his cock. At the same instant, the other man thrust his prick into her cunt.
The two men began fucking her then, and she found herself praying for unconsciousness. She struggled to push the man's penis out of her throat, but her gagging reflex only served to make him thrust faster, the constricting of her throat sending waves of pleasure along the length of his cock. Almost simultaneously the two men climaxed, spurting their seed into her. When the facefucker removed himself from her mouth, she gasped for air and tried not to vomit as his cum slid down her throat and windpipe and leaked out of her mouth to seep down over her nose, eyes, and into her hair to the ground.
She felt the other man's hands on her breasts and squealed, sobbing, only to have the panties shoved back into her mouth and the gag secured tightly around her head.
"You sure she'll be okay out here?" he asked.
"Yah, nothin' to worry about," the other replied. "We'll be back in a few hours. Worst that can happen, some animal will come along and have some fun with her." He chuckled and kicked some dirt and leaves into her face, where it mixed with the semen and saliva. "What the f--- are you lookin' at, cunt?!"
She listened as the two men pulled on their clothing, catching an occasional glimpse of them. Facefucker crouched down and squeezed her face, leaning forward to give her a rough kiss on the cheek. "We'll be back soon, honey." He laughed and slapped her tits as he stood up.
She felt the other man lightly brush against her thigh and then his fingers were inside her. "Yeah, not soon enough, sweetheart," he called back to her as they walked off into the woods, chuckling.
When she was sure they were out of hearing distance, she began struggling against her bindings in earnest, panic once again settling over her as she realized that the knots were not only too tight, but that her struggles only served to make them tighter. She desperately tried to push the gag out of her mouth to no avail. In a fit of frustration and against her better judgment, she doubled and tripled her efforts to free herself, and soon worked herself into a frenzy, the bindings getting tighter and tighter. Collapsing in exhaustion, she cried silently, sweat and tears streaming down her forehead, mixing with the dried cum in her hair.
She soon dozed, her mind getting lost in a haze of confusion, fear, and panic, and minutes blurred into hours. As the day turned to late afternoon, she heard footsteps approaching and began to quiver at the thought of her attackers' return, wondering what was in store for her that evening. Instead, she looked up to see a young man gazing down at her, his lips forming an "o," his eyes wide.
"Duuuuude," he said. "Check it out!"
Her eyes pleaded with him. A second young man approached to stand beside him, and a third stepped forward and crouched down to touch her hair. He reached forward and removed the gag from her mouth.
"Oh god, please," she pleaded, her voice full of relief. "Thank god, please...please untie me." She looked from one face to another. "Please...before they come back..."
She felt a hand on her thigh and sucked in her breath in surprise. She looked back to the three young men. One of them was missing. The one crouching before her looked up, then returned his gaze to her face, his lips curling up at one corner.
"Please..." she said as he stuffed the gag back into her mouth and resecured it behind her neck. Her body shook as she once again struggled to free herself, anger flaring as she felt their hands on her, one caressing her breasts roughly while another sucked at her cunt.
The three young men took turns fucking her and when they were done, they began to play with her. One found a short length of rope and looped it around her throat, securing the other end around a broken branch on the log. Now she was forced to keep her head arched back severely or risk strangulation. Her body quivered in pain and exhaustion as they sodomized her with sticks and branches, beating her with long, thin twigs, raising welts on her skin, blood mixing with salt from her sweat and adding its sting to their repertoire of pain.
Dozing in and out of consciousness, she again lost track of time and when she finally regained her senses, the young men were gone. She took a mental inventory of her body. From what she could tell a large, thick branch had been inserted into her vagina, and she felt another, not as thick, protruding from her ass. She tried to lift her head to relieve the pain of her arched neck and lights danced across her vision. Dropping her head, she again collapsed into a daze and dozed until she heard approaching sounds again, opening her eyes to pitch darkness.
A flashlight beam played across her face and she squinted from the glare.
"What the fuck, Mel?" muttered Facefucker.
"Looks like she had company while we were gone," replied Mel. "Hehe, check out the tree limbs." She felt the branches pulled roughly from inside her and flinched from the pain, sobbing behind her gag and again wondering what awaited her.
"Someone had some fun," said Facefucker. "Just look at all the cum!" She felt him enter her and he fucked her roughly, alternately pinching her nipples and slapping her breasts.
"Hey, Jack - they got a rope around her neck," Mel said. He yanked the gag from her mouth and pulled her head towards him, sending lights dancing across her vision again as the rope around her throat strangled her. He knelt before her and began slowly fucking her throat and she felt herself strangling with each thrust of his dick. Her breasts heaved with the effort to breathe and Jack's thrusting against her bruised pelvis became more frantic, her body's struggles driving him into a frenzy. The sound of his grunts lulled her as she lost consciousness and as she felt Mel cum deep in her throat.
She moved in and out of consciousness over the next several hours as the two men took turns brutalizing her. Against her will, her body began to respond to them, her pussy getting wet at their mere touch, and this turned them on even more. Eventually, they loosened the ropes, released her from her bindings, forcing her to her knees between them and taking turns fucking her mouth. She slurped greedily at their cocks, hoping and praying that by giving them what they wanted, they would let her live.
When she finished sucking them both off, Jack grabbed her by the throat with one large hand and lifted her to her feet, holding her before him with her toes barely brushing the ground and gazing into her frightened, yet resigned, eyes. "It's time, slut," he said and dropped her; she crumpled to the ground like a ragdoll. He looped a noose around her neck and used the rope to jerk her back up to her feet, leading her to a nearby tree. Mel pushed a log over and Jack lifted her onto it, tossing the end of the rope up and over the branch while Mel bound her hands behind her back.
When he was done, Jack pulled the rope tight, forcing her to stand on her tiptoes on the log, and fastened it to a stake pounded into the ground nearby. He stood back and gestured at her, presenting her to Mel as if she were a gift. "You first," he said.
Mel stepped forwarded and climbed up onto the log, thrusting his cock into her in one swift motion and fucked her long and hard, pumping her until he was exhausted, his seed spurting into her. Several times she lost her balance and he had to steady her, but still she gasped for breath as the rope tightened around her tender throat.
Jack came forward next and stood on the log, looking down at her, a predator taking in his prey. He cupped her breasts and squeezed, then ran his hands slowly down her ribcage to rest on her tiny waist. She looked into his eyes and he swore he saw desire there. He put one hand between her legs and ran a finger along her slit, grunting when he felt the wetness there. He wrapped his arms around her then and buried his face in her neck. "You want me, don't you, bitch?" he growled, barely audible, and he felt her nod slightly. At that moment, he thrust his cock inside her in one swift motion and her head jerked back, her eyes wide. Keeping her in his tight embrace, he fucked her violently, tearing her with each thrust of his cock. He gasped softly as he felt her bring her legs up and wrap them around his back, her hips thrusting forward in time with his own. This drove him into a frenzy and he pumped himself into her wildly, his hands pulling her downward onto him, driving himself deeper and deeper into her.
She smiled weakly and enjoyed the ride, felt the rope tighten around her throat, could feel it digging into the tender flesh of her neck. Her pulse pounded in her ears and she could hear a small, ragged, painful rasping escaping her mouth. Flashes of light burst across her peripheral vision and she felt herself cum as wave after wave of orgasm washed over her. Her bladder let go; she felt the warm wetness wash down over her, heard it splashing to the ground around his feet. She forced her eyes open and looked at him, saw him lost in fevered lust as he pounded into her. As the darkness of death descended upon her, she felt her body shudder in one final orgasm just as he exploded inside her.
Rubi du Soleil Levant was born from the mind of a writer of non-erotic fiction and desires to remain anonymous. We all have fantasies, and Rubi's writings belie an inner nature darker than that which she outwardly projects.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
The Great Outdoors
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