Camping CNC

Disclaimer: this story does not in any way promote actual rape. This story is written to describe a scene of consensual nonconsent between two consenting adults. I welcome feedback, but please let your feedback begin with this important understanding.

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Holly finished tying off the stakes to her tent, squatting on the damp ground and tossing the spare spikes in her gear bag.

Checking the horizon over the treeline, the first tinges of orange and red let her know she had just about an hour until sunset. In the undeveloped woodlands of Polk county, FL, winter wasn't that cold even at night, but it would be better to be ready anyway.

The grey ashy bottom of the fire pit reminded her she had yet to tackle that important task. She had firewood in the SUV, which was a big help. But the crisp October air reminded her she'd need to gather kindling to make sure it caught in time for dark. She made a circuit around the fire pit, collecting plenty of twigs and branches in no time.

So many mundane items on a camping checklist, her mind checked out while she took care of the fire. Tonight it was hard to focus on the mundane. Some time tonight... No... Can't dwell on that, let that come when it comes.

The fire was lit and crackling as she relaxed and enjoyed the quiet and the stars in the sky that you couldn't see closer to the cities. Normally she camped out with at least one other, for companionship and something to do.

Tonight was a special case, though. Tonight she'd selected a very remote camp site, well away from the usual spots campers frequented.

She pulled out her earbuds and let herself slide down further into the seat of her camping chair. It had been a draining week. One reason she'd arranged this little break from reality: she knew exactly how hard this week at work and home would hit her. Now was her time to unwind, let herself free out in the great outdoors.

As her eyes closed, Holly drifted off to the sounds of her 90s alternative mix. She barely noticed as she slipped into a light sleep.

The crash of a tree branch a few feet from her head brought her awake in a flash. She couldn't believe she let herself fall asleep... Tonight of all nights!

She pushed herself out of her chair, wobbling as she came more fully awake. She reached into her bag and pulled out a flashlight, aiming it at the bushes. She had never realized how small the circle of light from a flashlight was, until she tried to use it to see anything worth seeing in the trees around her. She shrugged, and decided to just move to the tent and call it a night.

As Holly lifted the tent flap, a shadow just a shade too dark along one wall of the tent alerted her. She turned and tried to run back out of the tent, but a hand grabbed her ankle and she hit the ground hard. Dazed, she lashed out with her foot and felt it connect with something solid, but the fingers didn't release their hold on her ankle. She could feel someone crawling their way up her body. Her body went through a violent convulsion, shaking off the assailant and giving herself a moment of freedom. Her fingers dug into the dirt outside the tent, giving her purchase as she scrambled on all fours for safety.

It was short-lived, as she was slammed against the ground entirely. Dazed, she felt a hand grip her hair at the scalp and pull her along the ground towards the closest tree. Her hands were pulled to either side of the trunk, and she felt rope snaked across her wrists. A thick wad of cloth was stuffed into her mouth and secured around her head. All she could feel was the thick bark across her face as her arms were bound tied around the width of the tree trunk.

Her legs were still unbound, and she did what she could. Wriggling, lashing out, but his weight came down heavily from behind after he was finished immobilizing her arms.

She felt his breath heavy against her ear... "You didn't think you were going to get away, did you? A cute little thing like you, camping out here all by yourself? No, no... I'm going to enjoy this."

Holly could hear him talking softly to himself, but loud enough to be heard. "Now what to do about these clothes of yours..."

Holly turned as far as mobility allowed, and screamed through her cloth gag. "Go fuck yourself, you bastard!"

"Now, now... Someone needs to be taught manners. I can't even be sure what you just tried to tell me, but it certainly doesn't sound very nice. Now. I wouldn't recommend you move for this next part. Knives cut whatever they come in contact with, and if you wiggle, that will be you."

Fear froze Holly in place as she felt his hand pin to her hip, and heard the sound of cloth being sheared through. Immediately, she was bare down to her panties, as her running shorts fell to the forest floor, sliced in half. Her skin broke out in goosebumps, from nerves and the sheer drop in temperature of the air across her ass.

Again she felt the knife slide across her skin. Now though, it was placed directly below her mound. The full edge of the cold metal was directly against her folds as only a single long stroke sliced cleanly through her panties. She couldn't help a whimper into the gag as she realized how close her pussy was, to a weapon that could seriously harm her.

Completely exposed now from the waist down, she heard a dark chuckle from behind her, and the fake, cell phone imitation camera tone to indicate pictures being taken.

"Well now, didn't think I'd let the opportunity pass for a bit of a souvenir, did you?"

Immediately after, she felt him behind her again, his fingers running along the folds between her legs. Again, that chuckle..."Someone wants this more than they thought they would eh?"

He drove his fingers inside her wetness, then smeared it across her face.

"Good thing you seem to have plenty down there."

She could hear the sounds of her assailant shedding his clothes behind her. She knew what that meant. An involuntary groan escaped into the gag.

His body pressed against her from behind yet again, but this time she could feel his shaft pressed between her ass cheeks. The warmth from his body proved to be a huge contrast to the cold of the night, and she found herself pushing back into him.

Suddenly his swollen tip pressed into her folds, and in one long stroke, he was inside her. Each stroke after seemed to lift her slightly from the ground and higher up the trunk of the tree. His hands on her hips held her firmly, cruelly, as he plowed her with just the occasional rough grunt. She could feel herself molding to him and she couldn't help herself as she started to leak down his shaft inside her.

His hands snuck inside her shirt to roughly twist and squeeze her breasts. "Mmm... Can't neglect these beauties now can we?" She could feel her nipples pulled and twisted, leaving them raised and engorged with blood flow.

His hand raised to her throat, and his voice once again went to her ear. " I'm going to remove your gag now...but don't worry, talking won't be on the menu for you..."

She was able to take one deep breath as her gag was removed, but before she could have done anything with that breath if she'd even wanted to, his fingers clamped down around her throat. Fear which had been ebbing as she had let her body enjoy sensation rushed back. She felt herself squeeze down on his length inside her as she struggled for her next breath. He began to time his thrusts into her with her ability to breathe, going longer and longer between each sweet taste of air.

She could feel him swelling, feel his balls slapping against her from behind with more and more urgency. She tried to hold back herself, but the lack of air was creating a tingling sensation throughout her body. A sense of...disconnect while still feeling everything being done to her with even greater sensitivity.

She felt him buck hard into her and hold still, as just that moment he covered her whole mound from the front and aggressively stimulated her clit. His hand came away from her throat as she convulsed, dripping and squeezing his seed into her. Taking huge gasps of air, she fell forward against the tree trunk and sobbed as her body leaked fluids from them both.

He pulled out, and she felt the bonds slack across the trunk. Her arms were pulled down, and the rope removed. His voice once again came to her ear as she was cradled against him.

"Shhh...shhh... It'll be ok, Holly. You did so good, baby girl. You did so good," he murmured, slowly running his fingers through her hair.

From somewhere close, he pulled a wet rag and started to slowly wash the spots on her wrists where the ropes had bound her. She was completely inert, focused on taking deep breaths and nothing else. He proceeded to wash her everywhere, rubbing her down and easing tension until she was once again breathing heavily.

He carried her into the tent, curled her against his front, and took his beautiful lover to bed, already fast asleep.