Horror Woods, part 2 by ShinwaNoTanuki (aka Jake Baker) The sun is just peeking over the horizon, washing the valley in reds the shade of blood, as Drexel stumbles back into camp, zipping up his pants. “Hey, Drex! Too bad you didn’t get lost taking a piss! Hahaha!” Laurin says it, but all the girls and Brad laugh. All but redheaded Holly, of course. She frowns at the others, saying, “Hey you guys! That isn’t nice! Drexel’s just one of us!” but despite her protestations, this did not make Drexel seem to feel any better. “Hey, everybody,” says Jeanine loudly, after the remaining snickers of laughter have died down, “Has anybody seen Cindi this morning?” they all look at each other and shake their heads. Even Drexel and big man Brad. “She’s probably just wondered off to go pee,” “No, I really haven’t seen her all morning.” “Ok, girls, let’s not panic. I’m sure she just got lost or something, and she’s somewhere nearby. We’ll split into teams and go look for her. Jeanine, Brandi, you’re a team. Holly, you go looking with Drexel, and make sure he doesn’t get into any trouble. Laurin, you’re with me. Okay, everybody go different directions and we’ll meet back here in one hour.” The teams split off into the woods. Laurin follows Brad through the woods, whining at the tree branches which are always snapping back into your face. Brad tells her, “Use your hands to hold them aside, here, let me show you,” and then he is close to her, the coed girl and the fraternity hunk, and he looks down into her blue eyes, and... “Hey, guys!” Drexel’s nasal voice interrupts them. Brad growls, turns his bulk like a tank to the small geek. “We’re busy, Drexel buddy! Why don’t you go look elsewhere!” Drexel stammers, staring at his feet, “I-I’m sorry, Brad. It’s just, well, Holly and I found something...” What they has found was a thick tree with two tent spikes pounded into it. There is brown ichor on the tent spikes. The girls all go “eww” and turn away. Holly staggers into the trees and pukes. The tree is no more than twenty feet away from the clearing. “What’s that?” Drexel says nasally, peering up from under Brad’s meaty arm. Brad says, “It’s ok, folks. Some hunters were by here earlier, and they hung their kill up here. It’s nothing.” Brad isn’t sure that what he says is the truth, but he doesn’t want to panic the ladies or have the geek seize up on him, “We should get back to looking for Cindi – I’m getting worried about her. She hasn’t been back in an hour.” They split into their groups again, and decided to meet back at the campsite at lunchtime. Brandi whines that she hates hunters. But by noon, none of the groups have found anything. Drexel wants to go back home, and Brad says that Drexel can leave if he wants to, but he, Brad, is going to stay here looking for Cindi. The other girls agree that they can’t just abandon their newfound friend. Evening descends quickly in the forested hills. Everyone else is back at camp already. Brandi has made up her mind that Cindi has just chickened out on them and went back home, and that she’d be fine. This calmed most peoples nerves, and they begin to chat and laugh as the decrepit camp fire sputters to life. Tomorrow, Brad decides, they will continue their hiking expedition. But Laurin is still worried about the little teenager, and her nagging convinces Brad to take her out looking one last time for the girl before the light fades. “What if she’s been hurt? What if she needs our help?” Brad instructs the others not to leave the campsite. If one of the four ladies needs to use “nature’s facilities”, they are to go in a pair. Brad smirked at Drexel, who sits shivering in the cold with his threadbare jacket wrapped around him, “And you can take care of yourself, can’t you, big guy?” Brad and the girls laugh, and then Brad boldly strides into the woods followed closely by Laurin. Drexel moves away from the group and dejectedly pecks at the loose soil with a twig. Holly comes over to comfort him, to apologize for laughing at him (without touching him, of course), but he just shrugs her off. Meanwhile, Brad is making a strong forced march through the dense woods, and Laurin is struggling to keep up with him. “Hey Brad!” She whines “Can we slow down?” Brad stops, and turns around. “Sure,” he says, “Anything you want. Your little trip... and what you want is...” Laurin moves closer to him. The fading light clings to her body, shadows accenting her well- toned legs, her flat belly. She is wearing hiking shoes, short shorts, a t-shirt which is beginning to cling to her from sweat, and nothing else. Her face is radiant, expectant, as she takes a step forward towards Brad, gazing up into his eyes. “Brad...” she says coyly, “There’s something in my eye, can you get it out?” “Sure,” says Brad, excited to be alone with her at last, “Let me see..” He takes the coed’s head gently in his hands, and pretends to examine her eye as his lips move slowly closer to hers as the last of the sunlight fades from the sky. Suddenly, with their lips mere centimeters apart, Brad straightens up, says, “Damn it! Wait here! I thought I heard something!” and marches off into the woods, the darkness swallowing him up quickly. Laurin sighs. Men. She stands where she is and waits. She is getting cold, and she hugs herself to keep warm. She wishes she had worn long pants and a jacket. There is a snap of a twig from the woods, and Laurin, happy for hunky Brad to be back, shines her flashlight in that direction, “Brad...” she begins to say as she turns. But her flashlight beam illuminates only trees. And beyond the flashlight beam, the darkness is beginning to grow oppressive. Laurin shivers, not from the cold now, but from a fear creeping slowly into her bones. She casts the light around her desperately, as if to ward off the darkness, and she calls out, “Brad! Brad! Where are you!” She is beginning to panic. How long has Brad been gone, five, ten minutes? It feels like more than that, it feels as if it’s been hours. “Brad!!” she calls, as loudly as she can, and then thinks better of it, and stays stock still. What if something heard her... Laurin screams as a heavy hand is laid on her shoulder. She spins on her heel and lashes out with the flashlight against her attacker... Brad waves his hands in front of his face, blocking the coed’s wild blows, and takes a step back, “Hey, hey. What’s the matter? What’s wrong?” Laurin feels a weight fall from her, and she collapses into Brad’s arms. “Oh Brad!” she says, “I was so scared! Where did you go? Don’t ever leave me alone again!” “I won’t.” He says. Strong. Reassuring. Confident. “Let’s head back to camp. There’s nothing we can find out here now in the dark.” Laurin nods, takes his hand, and allows him to lead her back towards camp. “You know Brad,” Laurin says, her voice soft, “My last boyfriend was such a jerk. All he wanted was to cop a feel all the time. But I can sense that you’re different… you know, my dad is an accountant at Lourouche and Co Banker – you should meet him someday, he’d like you. He used to be an outdoorsy type when he was younger.” They were getting close to camp – they could hear voices ahead and see occasional glimmers of firelight in the darkness – when Laurin lets her hand slip from Brad’s and she lets him get a ways in front of her. What is she thinking? Does she really want to get heavy with a man she just met? Won’t he think she’s a slut? Lost in her own thoughts, Laurin never notices a shape appear in the woods right by her, but she does notice when two dark gloved hands pop out of the darkness and abruptly place a noose around the girl’s slender neck. Before the hapless coed has the chance to react, the madman is pulling on the rope, hauling the girl off her feet by her neck. Laurin claws at the hemp rope around her neck, but it is already too tight for her to loosen, scrinching her flesh painfully. She gasps for air. The madman stops pulling on the rope when Laurin has been forced to stand on tip-toes to avoid strangling herself. She twists weakly on the rope, squeaking desperately, her hands still scratching at the noose, but the madman grabs them, standing behind her, and wraps more rope around her wrists and ties them to the noose above her head. The sexy coed is stretched taunt as the madman steps around in front of the girl. The firelight of the camp, so close, so far away, flickers through the trees, and the frightened, slowly-choking girl can see the madman as a collage of shadows. She can see he is wearing a ski mask, hiding his features, and a leather jacket with leather biker gloves. The madman grabs her chin and pulls her face to his. The madman’s eyes are hidden in shadow, but his voice is eerily familiar as he hisses at her, “I think I’m going to beat you a little to get my dick hard before I rape you, cheap college slut!” His words send shivers of fear down Laurin’s aching spine. The madman stands in profile in front of the hanging, sexy girl, pulls his glove down lower on his hand and balls his hand into a fist. The black leather of the glove creaks in the twilight silence of the woods, and Laurin can hear the madman’s knuckles crack. “Don’t worry, bitch,” he sneers at her through the ski mask. His breath is making the area of the mask around his mouth wet, “I won’t damage you too bad.” And then he slams his fist in a hard underhand jab into her taunt belly, knocking the wind out of her, before he adds, “Yet.” Laurin hangs from the noose strangling, scrambling with her feet to regain her toe-hold on terra firma, and when she does, she lets out a pitiful wail. (“I can’t believe you hauled that all the way out here!” Holly gawked as Jeanine took a big stereo-system from her sleeping tent. “Yeah, I thought we could party.” She threw the switch and cranked the volume, and The Beastie Boys blasted into the clearing, blocking out all noise. The four girls started dancing and moving their bodies to the music, the glimmering firelight casting their long shadows into the woods mere steps away...) Laurin is trying to wretch from the pain in her guts as two more blows land on her flat belly. “Whore!” the madman sneers, jabbing her in the face, blackening one eye, “You really deserve this!” with one hand he rips off her t-shirt as if it are tissue paper, “You fucking worthless cow!” he grabs her left nipple, twisting it in a semi-circle while pulling her tit away from her body, and punching her again and again in the belly with his other fist. “Take that, whore! How does it feel! Do you like that? I’m going to rip this tit off!” Grabbing hold of her sides to steady her, the madman lowers his head to the tortured nipple and sucks it into the small opening in the ski mask where his mouth is. Laurin’s bruised nipple slides into his mouth, and then she shudders in pain, arching and twisting in pain – the madman has sunk his teeth into her tit meat around the aureole, and chews and tugs it away from her body like a dog. Finally, Laurin’s left nipple is ripped off of her breast, and blood splatters in gobs over the madman’s stained ski mask. The madman stands up and continues raining blows on the strangling coed. He chews her nipple like candy while he works, whistling happily to himself. Now he’s paying attention to her large, firm tits, using them like punching bags. They wobble and shake sexily as his fists pummel them. Every time he hits Laurin’s left tit, more blood comically spurts from where her nipple used to be. The madman delivers a few blows into her solar plexus and into her ribs and kidneys, not hard enough to break bone. He works over her entire upper body and face until she hangs from the noose, almost to weak to continue forcing herself to stand on tip-toes. At that point, only at that point after the mad man has had a sweaty little bit of fun with this college whore, does he rip off her short shorts, spread her legs and thrust his pulsing hard cock into her unwilling pussy. Laurin’s arms are trapped above her head, and she convulses as he grabs her hips and thrusts her up and down on his rutting cock. Each down stroke makes the noose about her neck bite into her tender skin even deeper. Her eyes go wide as what little oxygen she was getting before is all but shut off. “I know you college bitch’s get off an a big hard dick inside of you,” laughs the madman, “How do you like it with a little asphyxiation thrown in? I love it! Hahaha!” The madman wraps his hands around the coed’s face, jamming his middle fingers into her nostrils. He laughs as he rapes her, laughing at the control and power he has over her, laughing because his dick is thrilling in the hot moistness of her cunt while she screams and bucks, helpless to resist her violation. Laurin thinks she is going to die. Her world goes from black to red to black again and the pain does not stop, but keeps blossoming in fresh bursts of searing white agony. Laurin thinks she is going to die, and she is right, but not quite yet. She has a lot more suffering to do. Somehow while fucking her, the madman has produced two large meat hooks. He waves them under her nose, makes sure she sees them. THESE GO IN YOUR TITS, FUCKDOLL! And without ceremony, he jabs the first hook into the top of her damaged left tit, yanking and pulling the sharp, barbed hook through her flesh until the bottom of the hook comes out of the underside of her tit with a spurt of fresh red blood, and then he twists it around so that the hook loop is on top, and the J of the hook is pointing up. Poor suffering Laurin can’t help but writhe on the madman’s fucking prick while he does this, her poor raped cunt clamping and unclamping spasmodically pleasurably on the rapist’s dick. Her eyes bulge out of her head as he does it again, this time to her unmutilated right tit, pulling and twisting the wickedly barbed hook through the firm tit flesh. When this hook too is firmly through her tit, the madman pulls out of the poor girls cunt, and she is too abused to even find her tip toes, so she just slowly strangles, blood pouring out of her decorated tits down her battered, sexy frame. But the madman isn’t done yet! He is busy knotting more rope around the eyes of the hooks, and these ropes he throws over the branch of a tree. Knotting both ropes in his hands, he walks away backwards from the girl, pulling on the ropes until they go taunt. The girl is agonizingly lifted into the air by the hooks through her distending melons. She screams, but the rest of her body is held up only by the noose around her neck, and so all that escapes is wasted oxygen in a silly hiss. The madman walks backwards and pulls and pulls. He must be very strong – the poor girl is lifted practically horizontally now, and the hooks are slowly working their way out of her tits, causing unspeakable damage and pain as they do so. Laurin’s face has gone white and her blue eyes are large as saucers and filled with tears. Her tongue sticks out a little comically from between her lips as finally her once firm, gorgeous tits, which men would stop in the street to admire as the pretty coed walked by, are ripped in two as the meat hooks are torn free and Laurin falls back to the ground, but the noose breaks her fall, almost snapping her neck. The madman is glad it doesn’t – he doesn’t want this cunt to get away with any mercy. Laurin pisses herself, her urine mixing with blood from her raped cunt, adding to the little pond of blood that has formed on the dry ground underneath her. The ground soaks up the blood quickly, as if it too does not want any evidence left of the horror that has occurred here. Laurin is still alive, and still barely conscious. She watches through tear-filled eyes as the madman approaches her. She tries to beg him to help her, but only her pretty red lips move, as no air can escape the noose. Just as the poor girl regains her tip-toe hold on the earth, hoping to suck in life-giving oxygen, the madman walks in front of her again, a hulking shadow armed now with a sledgehammer, and in two powerful underhanded blows breaks her ankles so that she can’t even stand up. Laurin’s poor frazzled brain can’t imagine anything more horrible that the madman can do to her. But these last few minutes of her life are proving very educational for her. The serial killer breaks an emergency “Everlast” flare, and the clearing is filled with flickering red light, like the flames of hell. Laughing, the madman thrusts the burning stick into the mess of her right tit. The flare sputters and crackles, but doesn’t go out. Laurin feels her tit begin to cook on the inside, a sensation truly horrible enough to make her forget for a moment that she is strangling to death. The madman alternates tits, and the clearing fills with the smell of charred and cooking tit flesh. The madman is beginning to feel bored with this one. He grabs the back of Laurin’s head and pulls her pretty face to his, licking her around the face, even as he stabs the flare past her clenched legs, forcing it into her vagina. He laughs, loving the way her eyes bulge as the last few seconds of her life are lost to the excruciating pain of her uterus burning. As the last light is snuffed from her once-vibrant blue eyes, the madman says, “See you, bitch! That is, I’ll see you again... you’ll be dead!” the madman laughs as he stalks away from the naked, beaten, raped, mutilated, formerly pretty coed who hangs slowly asphyxiating from a dead tree. The dirt below her drinks the river of blood flowing from her desecrated tits like a starving man devouring a feast.