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Walking in the Woods
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A Fantasy by NexusWilson, known to his e-friends as Mark, known to the woman in the woods as her horny bastard lover (at the time!). She was really looking forward to doing this, as I was, on a trip we had to Italy. I could tell you exactly where it was going to happen, but I'm not going to! Unfortunately the weather was very poor and not as much time was available as we had hoped for - so we didn't do it!
Walking in the Woods
(FM, F-sub, cons, anal, play rape, bd, rough)
My woman is walking in the woods. She's a long way from the nearest civilisation. Further than a scream will carry anyway! There seems to be no-one about but she knows that is not the case. Somewhere out there she knows I am waiting for her and, as she walks, she continually looks around, trying to see where I am. She's been going for half an hour now and it is quite rugged terrain so she is getting a little tired. I can see that from my hiding place by the way she occasionally stumbles as she comes up the hill towards me. She is very fit, but it comes from stepping in a gym, not continuously slugging up this mountain where the ground is covered in 40cm of leaves and sticks and broken by rocks of all sizes. Any hill walker will tell you there are simple techniques to make it easier, but it is obvious that she does not know any of them. It is hardly surprising really; She is a city girl and the highest thing she normally climbs are the stairs to her flat. She is wearing a pair of old but tightly fitting jeans and I can imagine how good her legs and arse look from below. She has a natural wiggle that never fails to arouse me. I know it is going to be a temptation to just watch her go past me and on up the hill. She is wearing an old shirt on top with a short jacket over it to keep out the September night chill. Her short black wet-look styled hair reflects the setting sun and her breasts hold the open jacket apart as if they too want to make the most of the evening sun. She has a confident air about her and looks every bit the self-made, independent woman that she is.
We both know that is an image she likes to throw off once in a while with me, her lover. When she throws off that hard mantle and becomes my plaything, I can do with her as I please. She puts her trust in me and submits to my lustful whims. Today she is going a step further than usual and I know she will be just a little nervous. As she draws level with my hiding place she looks away and I spring out and towards her, leaping from rock to rock to keep the noise down. She hears me at the last moment, turns, and screams as I violently rugby tackle her to the ground. I use the rope I have with me to truss her legs together, using speed, surprise and brute strength to overcome her struggles. Spinning her onto her front I pin her arms with my knees and fit her with a ball gag to stop her screams. Then I pull her upright by her wrists before taking her over my shoulders and carrying her off to where I intend to have my way with her. It is not far to the fallen tree I have chosen and she beats my back ineffectually with her fists all the way, muffled screams coming from her gagged mouth.
Dumping her unceremoniously off my shoulder and onto the tree I take a dog lead which I looped over one of the trees branches earlier and clip it to the gag so that she is secured by her mouth on one side of the tree and needs to use her arms to support her upper body. Her belly is over the trunk, her legs dangling over the other side. She tries to squirm her body over the tree but I pull her back and use a new rope to secure one leg to a branch near the ground before untying the rope which held her legs together. She tries to kick me but I anticipate it and catch hold of the flailing leg, pulling it wide apart from the other and securing it in similar fashion.
I show her the large knife I have with me and she stops struggling. She is panting hard, fighting to breathe through the small air holes in the gag. Placing the knife aside for a moment I take the back of her jeans and lift her up enough to remove her belt. Then I use the knife to slice the jeans back down the crack of her arse. I keep cutting away at her jeans and knickers until the entire seat and the back of the thighs are gone, dangling below her. Her arse moons up at me and I can see that I must be doing this right as her labia are swollen and dangling between her legs. Without further ado I lower my own trousers and underwear and shove my hard cock straight up her cunt. She grunts through the gag but I know it is not from pain as she is totally liquid inside. I fuck her hard and fast, making no allowance for her pleasure at all. I tell her what a stupid fucking slut she is to go walking off alone in the woods. Either stupid or she is such a whore that she wanted to get raped. I use the coarsest, most derogatory language I can muster. For this moment she is just a worthless piece of shit to be used and abused however I like, fit only to be taken and used for someone else's pleasure. I keep it up until I am close to shooting my load when I pull out and whip her twice across the bare cheeks of her arse with her own belt, producing a couple of instant stripes and more muffled grunts and panting. Then I collect as much of her juice as I can on my hand and use it to give her arse-hole a thorough lubrication, forcing a finger, then a thumb inside her to do so. Finally I place my cock against her sphincter before pushing it in with one smooth, steady thrust. I slap her arse as I fuck it, using a strong steady rhythm to ensure the violence of the act is felt on her belly and arse, but her insides are not damaged. She is beautifully smooth inside and it does not take long for me to come, emptying my balls deep into her anal cavity.
When I am done I sit back on a tree stump to rest and watch my lover struggle to free herself. Once she has done so I throw her a new pair of jeans. Only when she is fully clothed again do I go across and kiss her tenderly. We thank each other, kiss and cuddle until the cool of the evening begins to get to us. After collecting all the equipment we walk back down the hill hand in hand in the fading light. Half way down I get hard again thinking of what she might do to me when it is her turn tonight!
The End.
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