Disclaimer: this is a work of fantasy and should be treated as such. Real rape is a heinous crime that deserves to be punished to the full extend of the law. If you do not recognize the difference between reality and fantasy, you also lack the maturity to read this story.
You fill up my senses like a night in the forest,
like the mountains in springtime, like a walk in the rain,
like a storm in the desert, like a sleepy blue ocean.
You fill up my senses, come fill me again.
– John Denver (Annie’s Song)
A Night In The Forest
Eileen marveled how perfect live could be. Here lying in her hammock, strung between the massive trunk of oak trees, staring up between the canopy of leaves to a little patch of the star spangled infinity. The night was very dark, with the moon waning to a small shining sickle providing barely any illumination. Eileen wondered if she would be able to see Melissa by turning her head. She tried and found that she could not, but the presence of the other woman was felt, or better heard. After many years of sharing a room, she had grown used to Melissa’s snoring. Something she had never mentioned.
Eileen imagined how shocked the very proper Brunette would be upon learning that she engaged in such unladylike behavior as snoring. They had been thrown together as room mates in their freshman year, struck a deep friendship and continued to share the same dorm room for all of their time at university. A time that was coming to a rapid close, they both had sat their final examinations last week, and would split paths for the first time in four years. Melissa would go on to do her clinical studies for her PhD in psychology, while she was going to join a small law firm in Delaware, specialized in civil rights cases. But that was still some time to go, for the moment they were together in this. And this was a three day hike through the Shenandoah Valley. This was their second night out in the forest and Eileen could not imagine to spend this magic trip with anybody else but her best friend.
They had shared everything over the years, every heart ache, new or lost love. Boys for here, girls for Melissa. Oh it had been very awkward for both of them when Melissa had laid down the cards. She always had been very awkward around men, and it had taken almost three years of knowing her, to learn that she had been assaulted some years earlier, but according to Melissa she had been drawn to women, even before that. She had looked so shy when she asked if that made any difference for Eileen. She had embraced her friend and told her that it didn’t matter to her one bit with whom she found love, it was after all not her business.
But that was the crux, was it any of her business? Melissa was a femme, and Eileen felt very unhappy with some, actually most of the women Melissa shared her bed. She began to wonder if there was more that she wanted to share with her. She was positive that she liked men, but she was more than a bit curious on how the touch of a woman would feel.
She never saw him stepping out of the darkness. She felt a presence, and suddenly all of her world turned literally upside down. As somebody was flipping her hammock over and dumping her on the leaf covered ground. Eileen heard a shriek and second thump from where Melissa’s hammock hung. But that was all she could register, before she felt a knee pressing between her shoulder blades and the cold steel of a knife touching lightly against her throat. She turned stiff and didn’t move. Didn’t speak even as her arms were forced onto her back and tied together with some kind of small rope.
“I got mine Carl, how about you?” The voice sounded rough and contained a good bit of southern twang.
“All safe and secure Joe.” The other voice wasn’t all that different.
“It’s a pity, in all the darkness we can’t really see them.” Joe offered.
“What do you need to see them for? We have looked at them for 2 days, they are mighty fine looking gals, but we ain’t here for the looking.”
Eileen screwed up here courage and asked “What do you want from us? We have some money you can have that, but please let us go.”
“That’s mighty generous of you, and sure we’ll take your money as well. But nights are getting might lonely around here.”
And with that he flipped her onto her back. Eileen immediately regretted that she had stripped down to t-shirt and panties before getting into her hammock. As hose seemed to offer very little protection in this situation. And true enough she immediately felt mauling hands roving over her body, pushing up the shirt and squeezing her breasts.
“Looks like I have the one with the big tits” Joe announced
“Mine are nice and firm, still a good handful.” Carl replied over the shouted protests of Melissa. That suddenly turned much more frantic. “But she has a nice shaved cunt. Tight too”
Joe not to be outdone released her breast and snuck his hand int her panties.
“More an eager beaver here.” he announced on finding her very well tended and maintained pubes. Which evidently wasn’t enough, as she felt his fingers sliding further down, curling inwards, to just suddenly push into her completely unprepared sex.
“Also a tight cunt, they will be so much fun.”
The man holding her down, Joe was it, continued mauling her pussy for a bit before letting go bring forth his knife. Proceeding to cut of her t-shirt and panties. Which just proved what an asshole this guy was, she could have taken them off as her legs were not bound. But no this man wanted to destroy, which didn’t bode well for her. She heard cloth ripping sounds from where Melissa lay, and assumed that her body was similarly exposed to the night air. The night suddenly turned much colder as she heard.
“Hope you gals like kids, because we are going to leave you with a little present, that you can hatch in 9 months.”
In her fear she hadn’t even thought of the potential risk for pregnancy, and it was a high risk indeed. Her body didn’t tolerate the pill, so she made her boyfriends use condoms, and well as far as Melissa was concerned nobody ever got pregnant from same sex intercourse.
“Please, please don’t do that” she heard Melissa whimper.
“Why not, you will look so much better with milk filled tits, I have many kids, works pretty much all the time. i can make that belly of yours nice and full.”
“Please I beg you don’t”
“Yes please don’t, we won’t tell anybody please let us go” Eileen chimed in
“Where is the fun in that?” Joe asked “I think I’m with Carl, so much more fun of thinking our sons will tear up those still tight pussy apart nine months after we did. What’s your name want to know the name of my baby’s mama”
“Eileen, Eileen Trace”
“Eileen? Like in the song?”
“What song?” Eileen was confused
“Doesn’t matter. Perhaps we can come to an agreement, if you and your friend what’s her name?”
“Melissa Cunnigton”
“Well how about you and Cunny are giving us a world class blow job, swallow every drop and we promise not to knock you gals up.”
“Melissa isn’t into men”
“I don’t give a fuck, if I want to fuck a cunt, I don’t care what her preferences are. So what is it gonna be a quick swallow or early motherhood.”
“I’ll do it, and if Eileen thinks about this for a moment she will as well.” It was Melissa who spoke. Her voice sounded flat and defeated. This was something happening to her again, and she began erecting mental walls to protect her soul from what was coming.
So did Eileen, she knew Melissa was right, there was nothing they could do to prevent those men from doing whatever pleased them. But perhaps they were willing to stick to the deal, getting a blow job against the givers will was risky. But again she didn’t have much choice if she wanted to survive the night.
“OK” she barely recognized her own voice, as she surrendered with a single word.
She was dragged over to Melissa and the two men made them kneel back to back, their shoulders and heads touching. Their assailants were still barely visible, just some shapes in the dark night. Their musk was more of an indication of their presence, than the barely visible outline of their bodies. Except for when the blocked the lights of the stars, black shapes in a black night.
She heard the sound of zippers opening, and cloth rustling towards the ground, long before she sensed something warm in front of her lips, combined with the massive odor of his body. Hard flesh pressing against her lips, she opened her mouth to admit him. Being forced to open wider than before, to accept his penis, she never had a cock of that size in her mouth. But he didn’t care he kept pushing forward. She began using her tongue hoping to satisfy his needs by being skillful instead of chocking to death on his erection. Something that seemed to happen to Melissa, she heard her friend making gagging sounds and was hit in the back of the head by her friends skull. To avoid this she would need to lean forward, further into her own rapists cock.
Tongue began licking up and down the shaft, making swirling motions around the head. But Joe grew bored and began pushing deeper inside her, his head hitting the back of her throat cutting of her air.
“Just a couple more inches, and we can get comfortable”
Everything in her screamed “No I can’t take any more of this” But of course he couldn’t hear her, he also proved her wrong. As she struggled for air, her nose suddenly was buried in the course locks of his crotch. Desperate for air she pulled her head back, this time she was the one hitting Melissa, but she didn’t care the lungs filling with oxygen were absolutely worth the bump on the head.
She returned to her task and soon felt the spasmodically tensing inside his cock. The inevitable final warning of things to cum. He shot his load in her mouth, taking particular pleasure in getting as much as possible on her tongue. She didn’t care for it, but it wasn’t her first rodeo either. Eileen waited until he was done, gulped and got rid of the disgusting salty mass.
The other pair seemed to be finished as well, as she heard Melissa gulping and weeping.
“That was quite good gals, Joe let’s put them back in those hammocks”
Eileen found herself bodily lifted from the ground and placed sideways over her own hammock. this caused her breasts to hang freely down, and held her ass and sex in a very exposed position over the ground.
Eileen had expected a break in the assaults, after all in real life men kept not on cumming and fucking without interruption. What she had not counted on was Joe’s desire to further explore her body.
He evidently saw no reason to let the lack of visibility stop him from doing exactly this. His hands went to her breasts, hanging freely and unsupported down. Squeezing and pulling them. Grabbing her nipples pulling them in all directions, not all of them intended by Mother nature. She moaned and groaned in pain, but that seemed to be more of an encouragement then deterrent to him. Whenever she cried out particularly loud, he repeated his action with extra vigor. Her own pain and cries, prevented her from hearing how Melissa was faring, but she had very little hope that her friend was doing any better. His commentary was running the usual gamut of calling her breast names, some of them common like tits, hooters bazingas. Fun bags was something she had not heard before, and slut cushions were also entirely new to her.
Once he grew tired of fondling her breasts, he stepped to her other side. She felt her ass cheeks rudely being pulled apart. He bent over her and she felt a finger against her lips
“Care to moisten it?”
she kept her mouth tightly shut.
“No? That’s fine by me.” Next she felt the finger against her lower lips. Moving around a bit until he found her entrance and then rudely pushed forward, burying himself inside her.
“Dry as the Sahara, you really are not going to cooperate” he commented as he took his finger out.
Next she felt his finger leaving her sex, but her relieve was very short lived, as she felt him right again, but this time against the opening of her anus. She began to shiver. There was a searing pain, as the single digit was pushing against the elastic muscle of her sphincter. On of her former boyfriends had once suggested anal sex, she had slapped him. Something she now considered a far to tame reaction, as much as this hurts she should have kicked him in the balls, for the suggestion alone.
She felt great relief as he took the finger out again, but also felt like she was still open.
“Would you like to reconsider about a little assistance? You didn’t want to give me your saliva, no pussy juice to grease you up. Next we up this to two fingers.”
She felt fingers touching her lips, combined with a very pungent smell. One of those fingers just had been in her ass, the thought of taking it in her mouth was repugnant to her. But there was also no doubt in her mind, that Joe would ram both fingers into her ass, dry as before. A single digit had been extremely painful, two would rip her apart, she just knew it. Tears started running down her cheek. AS he noticed it he ran a finger trough that wetness.
“Not going to help a lot i think, but I’m sure once we progress to three fingers, you will see things my way.”
He rested the finger for a moment against her lips, and to both of their surprise she opened them and allowed him to push his fingers in. The taste, or the actual knowledge what she was tasting, made her retch. His fingers left her mouth and she got rid of her dinner, as he intruded in her ass now with both moistened fingers.
“Damn” she thought “Shouldn’t this hurt less, not more?”
This time he didn’t stop at just a simple penetration, he began to finger fuck her ass with slow but merciless strokes.
“Raise her head”
Eileen was confused, why was Carl speaking now, she felt somebody in front of her. Wasn’t he with Melissa?
Joe grabbed her hair with his free hand and pulled her head up. Suddenly she felt something warm and sticky hitting her face. Did that bastard just cum in her face.
“Why?”
“Oh I just fucked your friends little cunt, quite good I must say, but we follow here the law of Dexy Midnight Runners, we’ll fuck both of you, but …”
In unison Joe and Carl shouted laughing “We CUM ON EILEEN”
She felt the softening dick in front of her lips “Care to taste sweet Cunny’s cunt?”
As she kept her mouth shut again he said “No? Perhaps next time.” He took his wet dick and wiped it over her face, before drying himself off with a fistful of her hair.
“I think Eileen is getting ready for her first ass fuck, isn’t that right it’s going to be your first time?”
“Please not, please not there, I never never would do that.”
"But your ass so nice and tight. Perhaps if you really beg me to fuck your cunt instead, I might be swayed.
Eileen only wanted to die at that moment, begging to be raped was such a horrifying idea. But every thrust in her ass with his fingers, told her that this was only a tiny bit of pain in for her.
“Please Joe, please use my pussy instead.”
She felt a slap against her pussy lips
“Cunt, you have a cunt. Again”
“Please Joe, please use my cunt” she was red for shame, she had never before used that specific word for her sex.
“Tell me exactly what you don’t want to do and why i should use your cunt”
“Please don’t fuck me in the ass” she thought that was the word he was looking for “Please use my cunt, I’ll make it good for you, it’s a tight cunt, I’m a good fuck. But please, please don’t use my ass.”
To her absolute relieve, and she was aware how strange that was, she felt his hard cock against the soft folds of her sex and his fingers withdrawing from her ass. She still felt every vein on his hard shaft as he penetrated her dry and tight pussy, or cunt as he wanted to call it. It was incredibly painful, but she shed tears of joy that he was fucking her in an opening suited for that task.
Once he was done, he kept to his bargain, by not cumming inside her but putting his load on her back. But her blood froze as she heard Carl’s voice.
“Why don’t you have a look at the other cunt, Joe. I’m much more of an ass man anyhow.”
The shriek of pain as his cock penetrated her almost virgin asshole cut through the night.
The rest of the night went in the ever same pattern, both women were raped repeatedly in their various orifices. The cum inevitably being deposited on Eileen’s body, with special attention to her face, breast and hair, both the long tresses on her head as well as the short curls on her mound. By the time both men had satisfied their most depraved desires, she was an utter mess. Cum drying on her skin, gluing he eye lids shut. big globs of cum sticking her hair together. Her asshole and vagina gaping open from repeated abuse. The latter was a state shared unbeknownst to her by Melissa.
After learning about Melissa’s lesbian preferences the men had taken especially much pleasure in raping her pussy. As dawn slowly approached and light grew brighter both men were busy whittling on some wooden sticks with their knives shaping them in rough wooden phallic shapes. Which they pushed deep in her ass and pussy. But nothing of this could be seen by Eileen.
Eileen’s world had become primarily a world of sound and smell, as she couldn’t open her eyes. She heard a body falling on the floor, she hear zippers being opened and the rustling of cloth. Next she heard the sound of water hitting the ground, no something softer. She smelled the acrid smell of urine, no not urine, piss. Those bastards were pissing on her best friend. Her stomach turned at the thought of that petite body, being subjugated to this final act of degradation.
The End
