The Great Escape

Synopsis

Jill, born into a family of sport enthusiasts and bullied into participating when she had no interest or skills, decides to escape into the woods while on a camping trip. Lost, wet and extremely tired, she eventually arrives at a clearing and face to face with a man; a naked man.

# The Great Escape

by obohobo

## Warnings

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The text in this story contains erotic material and is expressly written for adults only.

MF Rom

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This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to persons living, dead or otherwise is purely coincidental. The ideas and thoughts that follow are pure fantasies. In real life, at the very least they would be unpleasant and probably illegal. Fantasies are like that; daydreams where we can contemplate and imagine the sensations without suffering or inflicting the pain, despair or humiliation.

© obohobo 2009

Planned escape

Jill Rawlins lay in her sleeping bag listening to the gentle flap-flap of the canvas and going through the events that led her to plan, ÔThe Great EscapeÕ she called it in her mind. Claire, her younger sister, slept peacefully alongside, blissfully unaware of JillÕs plans.

ÒWhy canÕt they accept that IÕm not like them? I take after my Little Nanny on motherÕs side of the family and not like Grandma. They know by now that IÕm not into sports or competitions, nor am I a fitness freak; IÕm small for my age and now ClaireÕs fourteen, sheÕs outgrown me, and is a bit of a bully. They know that, but do nothing to stop her. ItÕs not that I donÕt like camping, I do, and wouldnÕt mind being here if theyÕd let me do my own thing, but no, IÕve to go on the hike over the mountain with them in the morning and theyÕll keep complaining at my slowness and my stopping to look at plants or insects while they want to make it a race to the top. TheyÕve already set targets and time schedules that IÕm certain I canÕt attain and will be the butt of their wrath for the whole holiday. IÕm sixteen now, or was a few days ago, and they wouldnÕt even let me stay at home. If my plan works out, I know there will be an almighty row later, but maybe then theyÕll realise I how strongly I feel about their authoritarian way of treating me. I know they call me the Ôrunt of the litterÕ, although theyÕve only said that once in my hearing, and find my wanting to study and read instead of going to the gym or play some sporty game, rather odd, but at least theyÕve begun to accept that, especially when I had such good exam results. Why wouldnÕt they listen to me when I said that I could look for plants while they were out for the day? Claire, the bitch, even suggested IÕd go over to one of the tents with the teenaged boy campers and see what I could find there, and that seemed to clinch my fate. ÒYou are coming with us,Ó Daddy stated to end my arguments, ÒA good walk will do you good and donÕt even think about lagging behind.Ó Well, heÕll find out how far behind I am and I wonÕt be in any tent with a group of boys. Not that many boys have shown an interest in me so far. My tits have grown in the last few months but theyÕre still not large and being only five feet tall, most still think IÕm a little child.Ó Slowly Jill drifted off to sleep.

ÒWake up girls, hurry and dress and get to the wash-room, we want to get an early start and get the worst of the climb over while it is still cool.Ó Jackie, their mother, poked her head through the flap of the tent, ÒDonÕt even think about dawdling, Jill, your father has had enough of your attitude so far on this holiday, and this is only the first day.Ó

ÒHe shouldnÕt have forced me to come, or force me to go on hike when you both know it will be hell for everyone.Ó

ÒJust get out of bed and dress and wash. No arguments,Ó her mother snapped, ÒMake sure she doesnÕt delay us Claire.Ó

As slowly as she dared and not risk a slap or a punch from her younger sibling, Jill dressed, picked up the rucksack containing her toiletries and followed the others towards the campsite washroom. Halfway there she stopped and looked in her bag, ÒIÕve forgotten my hairbrush,Ó she called out and started back.

ÒYou donÕt need itÉÓ Jackie began but Jill had already headed back at a trot. The others carried on, unaware that the first part of the Ôgreat escapeÕ had gone to plan.

Back in the tent, Jill stuffed a pre-filled plastic bag with the things she would need for a day trip in the woods, two snack bars, a bottle of water and a packet of biscuits sheÕd managed to secrete the previous evening, and a few plastic containers and her plant folder, into the rucksack. Quickly she put on her hiking boots without wasting time to lace them properly, she could do that later, and looked around for anything else she needed to take. ÒI wonÕt need a coat because it is supposed to be sunny all morning and once the others have gone, I can go back to the tent,Ó she told herself as she hurried to the footpath leading into the woods.

ÒJillÕs been gone a long while,Ó Claire remarked to her mother as they showered.

ÒI was thinking that too, I hope she isnÕt trying to make us late. WeÕd better hurry and finish and check on her.Ó

ÒSheÕs gone?Ó her father swore a few times, ÒI thought the bitch was up to something. Any sign of where she might have gone?Ó

ÒHer rucksackÕs not here and her boots are missing so I guess sheÕs hiding in the woods.Ó

ÒIÕll tan her arse when I get hold of her.Ó

ÒNo you wonÕt Bob,Ó Jackie interposed, ÒThat will only get you into serious trouble. LetÕs have a quick look round and if we canÕt find her, leave it until we come back. SheÕs knows the paths pretty well and is probably bug hunting or something.Ó

ÒHer phoneÕs turned off or sheÕs not answering it,Ó Claire added, ÒLooks like she planned to defy us.Ó

The Ôquick look roundÕ took an hour angering her father even more especially as the day warmed up and he knew theyÕd sweat on the steep climb at the start of the track. Eventually they set off at a fast pace, trying to make up for lost time, all of them wondering how they would deal with Jill when she returned. Bob would have dearly liked to spank her arse good and hard but knew he darenÕt risk her complaining to the authorities and in any case she was a bit too old for that.

Lost

From her experience of camping at the site in previous years, Jill knew many others would soon frequent the main marked path when theyÕd finished breakfast. ÒTheyÕll probably search this path first but will probably miss the smaller poorly marked trail that leads off from the main one,Ó she thought as she hurried along. After an hour of not seeing anyone or hearing her fatherÕs voice yelling for her, she eased her pace and started to look at the wildlife around her. A combination of fine warm weather, a profusion of plants not found at home, and a freedom from overbearing supervision, led to complacency and distracted her from keeping a check on her bearings. Mid morning, her mind noted that she hadnÕt seen a marker for a while but the trail, while narrow, still continued on. At the time she believed in her ability to follow it back again, but several times afterwards, in her meanderings to look for plants or insects, sheÕd turned off that trail and by midday when she sat down for a snack and a drink and looked around, she realised she come too far off the main track and had taken too many side paths, to find her way back. ÒIf I carry on in one direction, sort of northwards from here, I should come to the road that goes around the mountains,Ó she reasoned, ÒI can get some idea of the direction from the sun and from the moss on the trees.Ó A check of her mobile, unsurprisingly in a valley surrounded by mountains, indicated no signal. She turned it off again.

Unfortunately soon after, black clouds loomed across the sky and obliterated the sun. Rain fell in a noisy, stinging hiss and when she could get a clear view of the sky through the dripping trees, Jill couldnÕt see any break in it. ÒItÕs not going to ease anytime soon so I best keep going,Ó she decided. Already soaked to the skin, Jill stumbled on, cursing herself be being so careless of where she went, that she couldnÕt find a way back. For her, the only way to go was forward and hope to find another good path or marked trail, but without knowing where she was or would end up, she knew she could be in trouble. The track petered out completely and still she forged on through the undergrowth, occasionally finding and following an animal track which made walking easier even if it didnÕt go in the right direction. One led to a small river that caused a further detour. Around five in the afternoon, and not having seen any human or sign of human activity, she sheltered under an overhanging rock and ate the last snack bar. ÒIÕm utterly lost and I might die out here,Ó she cried but the tears blended with the rainwater flooding her face, ÒShall I sit here or go on?Ó A shiver decided her. ÒIÕll be warmer walking and maybe IÕll find somewhere before dark. In July, it doesnÕt get dark for another five hours or so but in this gloomy forest, it could be earlier. Weary, depressed and silently crying, she stumbled on, ignoring the squelching in her boots, her aching thigh muscles and the sore blisters on her feet.

An hour later she emerged from the dense forest into a wide clearing and heard sounds that could only be made by a human being, and a man at that. Hearing a few more curses, she pressed on. With a lightening of her mood and hoping sheÕd at last reached civilisation, she burst into the relatively open space and not twenty yards away stood a young man; a naked young man, a man pulling at a fallen tree that blocked the ditch. Undecided, Jill stood and watched until the man finally cleared the tree and the water flushed through. Only then did he look up and see her. Jill fled. The man easily caught her.

Thirty miles away, and travelling in the opposite direction to Jill, her family were also caught in the rain. Bob cursed, ÒThose bloody weather men never get it right, this rain wasnÕt supposed to get here until teatime.Ó

ÒThe weather changes quickly in the mountains dear, as weÕve found out before.Ó

ÒI know, but if our sodden daughter hadnÕt delayed us, weÕd be off this moor by now and could have cut down the side track into the village. She deserves a good hiding for putting our lives at risk like this. The rainÕs made the track so slippery now that we have to go slow and wonÕt find any shelter for miles and may miss the bus back to the campsite. I bet the little runt is in the cafeteria there, laughing her head off and imagining our misery.Ó

ÒIÕll smash her face to pulp when I get hold of her,Ó Claire added, ÒSheÕs made this a day of hell, so IÕll give her hell too. Oooops.Ó Claire slid on the mud and further cursed her sister. Neither of them considered the misery of the trek if sheÕd been with them and held them back.

Soaked and covered with mud, the angry trio arrived at their destination, three hours later than planned only to find the last bus had long since gone. Fortunately a builderÕs lorry came along and gave them a lift but they had to sit huddled in the back and face the still torrential rain.

ÒDoesnÕt look as though sheÕs been back,Ó Claire remarked when she peered into their tent, ÒHer rucksack and boots arenÕt here.Ó Worry now overcame any threats of punishment. First they phoned her mobile but couldnÕt get through, either because sheÕd turned it off like they knew she had that morning, or she was in a no signal area, then they checked with other campers to see if anyone had seen her, but no one had. They contacted the police who, after hearing the story, suggested that she might have gone home or staying somewhere on her own. They would look into it in the morning if she still hadnÕt turned up.

Alternately angry and depressed they spent the night in their tents listening to the rain and debating what might have happened to Jill. All the scenarios were wide of the truth.

Found

ÒDonÕt hurt me please,Ó Jill pleaded when her attacker lifted her from the ground, her face passing close to his flaccid prick.

ÒIÕve no intention of hurting you Miss. WhereÕs the rest of your group?Ó

Shaking her head Jill muttered, ÒBack at camp, I suppose.Ó

ÒYouÕre lost?Ó Jill nodded. ÒWell letÕs get you into the hut and see what we can sort out. You wonÕt survive the night outdoors in this weather.Ó Slipping her rucksack over his shoulder, and taking her arm, guided her around a flooded area to a small cabin. ÒWelcome to my home, the Wilson half-a-star hotel, not a palace but itÕs dry and warm,Ó the man grinned, ÒIÕm Douglas Wilson, Doug.Ó Jill hesitantly introduced herself and shook slightly, partly from the relief of ending her long walk and partly from the fear of being alone with a naked man, albeit a young man with a smile on his face.

ÒSit on the chair and letÕs get those wet clothes off, Jill. No need to be shy, as you can see IÕm not.Ó

ÒIÕve got nothingÉÓ but Doug had already started to unlace her boots.

ÒChrist Jill, you have some pretty big blisters that must cause you a lot of pain, or will when you put your boots on again. Several of them have burst and the skin is rubbed raw so I guess youÕre not going to walk far for a day or two. WeÕll soak them in warm salt water after dinner and IÕll put some cream on. WhereÕve you walked from?

ÒSunningdale Camp.Ó

ÒThatÕs about twenty miles as the crow flies, you must have gone much further and thereÕs no direct path. Lift up a bit so I can take your trousers off.Ó Jill protested but he gently lifted her anyway and slid her trousers and knickers off at the same time and carefully shook the worst of the water of and hung them over a rail near the stove. She knew heÕd had a good look at her cunt but hadnÕt touched it and with weariness overcoming her senses and the throbbing pain in her feet, she gave up worrying. In the few minutes since theyÕd met, sheÕd begun to like the man. Her purse fell out of the back pocket and he opened it to set it aside to dry. ÒHey, youÕre older than I thought,Ó he commented on seeing her ID card.

ÒYeah, IÕm small for my age but I turned sixteen a few weeks ago. YouÕre not so big either.Ó

ÒOnly 5Õ 5Ó and about ten stones. Arms up.Ó Almost without thinking, she held her arms up for him to remove her shirt. Her bra soon followed and she sat naked in front of him trying to hide her breasts with her arms. Doug grinned at her and she noticed his prick had started to harden. At the back of her mind she knew she should be worried but with her tiredness and the warmth combined with the relief of being safe, somehow it seemed unimportant. Nor did she worry overmuch when he dried her with a large towel and she felt his touch in places no man had touched before, caused pleasant sensations within her body, much like when she played with herself and she wondered if she would willingly surrender herself to him later.

ÒHeÕs good looking even with his long wet hair plastered over his face and heÕs tanned all over so he must go naked more often than now. Claire gloats over losing her virginity to a boy over a year ago, and sheÕs two years younger than me and sheÕs had a number of boys since. Mum put us both on the pill when she found out and mine are with my toiletries in the bottom of my rucksack. Perhaps it is time for me to become a woman. HeÕs got a pretty big one, not that IÕve seen many to compare and none that were even a bit hard. HeÕs saved my life I suppose so it might be some recompense and I might enjoy it. He doesnÕt seem the sort to forcibly rape me,Ó Jill mused as she watched him remove his own boots and then stuff both pairs with newspaper and dry grass and put them near the stove. From a chest of drawers he produced two pairs of socks and gave one to her. ÒYouÕll need these to protect your feet, IÕll look for a shirt or something laterÉ or maybe I wonÕt, your body is too pretty to cover up,Ó he laughed in his infectious way and she grinned too; no one had said she was pretty before. ÒMake yourself at home Jill, the stewÕs done so we can eat in a minute. IÕll light the lamp first.Ó Although daylight outside, with the black sky, little light came through the small window making the interior very gloomy. Soon the hissing pressure lamp cast its yellow glow and Jill could take in her surroundings.

A bed with an orange duvet occupied one corner of the room, the wood burning stove another with various bits of unmatched furniture and a table scattered around. A bench ran the length of one wall and, much to JillÕs surprise, jars and pots covered most of the surface and near the centre, a microscope. Doug lifted the lamp to hang it from a ceiling hook and a light bulb attracted JillÕs attention. ÒWhy not turn on the light?Ó she questioned.

ÒThe flood water got into the generator and IÕve to wait for it to dry out before I can start it. Mainly I use the genny for running the radio to keep in touch with the police base to let them know IÕm okay. I have to check in at least every three days otherwise they send someone out, or they should, but as itÕs a fifteen mile rough ride, they try other ways first,Ó Doug answered her question. ÒThatÕs why I was clearing the ditch when you came along. IÕm a bit of a naturist out here and I didnÕt want to get all my clothes wet and have the bother of drying them, hence you found me naked.Ó

His answer reminded her of her family. ÒCan we get a mobile signal here? My parents will be worried.Ó

ÒNot here, but there are a couple of places higher up the mountain where the signalÕs not too bad. No going there tonight though and not in the morning unless the track dries out. Okay, letÕs eat. Only a veggie stew from local wild plants so I hope youÕll like it. I still have some fairly fresh bread too.Ó Again the laugh when he emphasised the ÔfairlyÕ, and she wondered how stale it actually was.

Over dinner she chatted to Doug about her family, her great escape and how she lost herself and got to a point where return was impossible and the only the way forward seemed practical. In turn Doug explained that the clearing was an area that had been clear felled several years ago and heÕd obtained a grant for recording the natural regeneration and the wild life that occupied it. Soon they became involved in a discussion of the plants and insects in the area and Jill astounded him with her knowledge and use of the scientific names of the plants and insects. The discussion continued while Jill soaked her feet and she almost forgot her nudity until he applied salve to her blisters and she knew he could see her exposed cunt when his prick again rose. ÒSorry,Ó he apologised, ÒThis thing has a mind of its own.Ó He indicated his erection. ÒItÕs been a long while since IÕve had a girl in here, but donÕt worry, I wonÕt rape you but I may give you a cuddle and a kiss or two, or three when we get to bed. Looks like you are half asleep now. Must have been one hellava walk you did.Ó

Loved

The rain still poured when Doug loaned her an overlarge pair of wellington boots and an extra pair of socks to hobble painfully to the outhouse. ÒI wonÕt be walking far tomorrow,Ó she thought as she sat on the wooden seat, rain trickling down her body again, and wondered at there being three holes and if sheÕd be sharing it with him sometime. ÒBut I must let mummy and daddy know otherwise they might send out the rescue teams and that will cause a lot of bother and get me into even more trouble. Still, itÕs nice to be away from them for a bit and talk with someone who shares my interests. HeÕs a good laugh too and doesnÕt take the piss out of my small size. I like him. Wonder if heÕll fuck me tonight? It wonÕt be long before I find out. He said that he wouldnÕt rape me but I know seeing me naked gets him hard and having seen his prick in various states of arousal all evening, has made me feel horny. I havenÕt any pyjamas with me and I doubt he wears anything in bed if he goes outside naked.Ó

Doug stood to one side of the path spraying his pee over the wet foliage when she left the outhouse and walked carefully by him. HeÕd just finished and snaked his arm around her waist, ostensibly to help her but his hand soon found a tit and giggling they made their way back to the hut and dried off. Despite being tired after her gruelling day, Jill knew she wouldnÕt sleep, not when, for the first time in her life, she would be lying alongside a man; not while she felt horny and willing to give her virginity to him.

Under the duvet, Doug, sensing her nervous willingness, cuddled and kissed her, suckled her tits and massaged her mound until her cunt flowed wetly and she whispered, ÒPlease be gentle, IÕve not done it before.Ó

ÒYou want to do it now?Ó

ÒYes, oh yes.Ó Her hand already held his stiff prick and, when he rolled over to take the top position, she guided him in. From emptying her rucksack to dry the contents, Doug knew she was on the pill but didnÕt expect her to be a virgin. Carefully he entered and after breaching her hymen, waited a few minutes until she said to carry on, then he fucked her with increasing rapidity until he spurted his seed within her. ÒA little more, IÕm almost there,Ó Jill cried and fortunately DougÕs prick stayed sufficiently hard for him to bring her to a climax. They kissed and cuddled for a short while but soon exhaustion took its toll and Jill drifted into a deep sleep.

<IÕm safe and well. Am with a friend for a few days. Jill the runt>

The text message came through again ten minutes later but the second one had several errors because of a weaker signal. ÒDamn the bloody girl, what the hell does she think sheÕs playing at? DoesnÕt she realise weÕve been worried sick all night? Do you know of any friends in this area Claire?Ó

ÒNo Daddy, she must have either gone home or found someone.Ó

ÒIf she went home, thereÕd be a good signal,Ó Jackie chimed in.

ÒMaybe she found a boyfriend and is shacked up with him. Maybe she met a boy at the camp and they went away together. SheÕd obviously planned getting away from us.Ó

ÒIÕll definitely tan the bitchÕs arse when I get hold of her. IÕd better contact the police again and let them know to call off the search.Ó

ÒAnother day lost,Ó Bob grumbled when he made the phone call to the police, ÒThey want me to take the mobile in and see if they can get a check on the location of the call but said it would be difficult because of the short text message. The bitch probably knew not to make a long one or make a voice call to us.Ó

ÒWith a father like that, IÕm not surprised the girl wanted to get away,Ó Police Sergeant Tom Cookson remarked to his assistant, PC Jean Phelps.

ÒI think we ought to try and find her Sarg, to see if she is really safe and not being held against her will and forced to send the message, but, yes, her father is a bully and neither her mother nor her sister came across as particularly caring. They seemed to care more for their reputations and the inconvenience than for the girl. If it is a weak signal and not a low battery, the sheÕs probably in one of the rural mountain areas and thereÕs plenty of those around here. Puzzles me that no one saw her leave so she probably did go into the forest like they suggested but maybe she doubled back or around and rendezvoused with a lover?Ó

ÒNone of them believed she had a boyfriend at home, let alone here, a place she only stays at once a year and sheÕs not been here long enough to find one, or so it seems. Even the girl, Claire, who sleeps in the same room as her, hadnÕt heard her ever speak of a boy but I suppose she could have kept it secret from her; they donÕt exactly seem close.Ó

ÒShall I alert the rural boys within say a 15 mile area Sarg?Ó

ÒYes, Jean and maybe organise a low-key search of the woods around the camp. Four of our people, and the family may wish to participate, if you can put up with them. We might find clothing or food wrappers that will give us a clue to where sheÕs gone but as the run away had been planned and from what theyÕve said, sheÕs an intelligent girl, I guess she wouldnÕt have left much evidence of her tracks. The family say they always keep to a Ôleave no traceÕ policy. With all this rain thereÕs no point in bringing in a dog handler and any footprints will be washed away.Ó