“The things she did for her Master, ” she mused to herself as she huffed her way up the hilly trail.
“He decides he needs to lose a few pounds and i wind up doing the workouts,” she shook her head, torn between amusement and annoyance. He’d practically chased her out of the house this morning. It was too cold, she’d complained, too windy, too gloomy, all to no avail. It was what He wanted that mattered, he reminded her, and as she knew, once Marc her beloved Master had spoken that was it, with a capitol “I” and “T” !
So here she was, tee shirt below her blue flannel overshirt, sweatpants, wool sox and hiking sneakers, trudging through the early October gloom. It was Saturday, and no one was on the trail,
“likely,” she thought snarkily, “because all smart and sensible people were having an early morning fuck, blow job, or even, sleeping in!”
She had warmed up with her exertions, and was prettily rosy-cheeked as she crested the hill. Below her the trail wound through a tight copse of pine trees, the darkest part of the trail Marc had laid out for her a month ago, and that she followed like clockwork 3 days a week. Generally the route took her about an hour, although there were a few days she took it a bit slower, and admired the pretty glades, once even spotting a deer in the distance.
“I keep forgetting to grab the camera,” she said aloud, sighing her regret. The mid-October colors were nearing peak, and the yellows, oranges, russets and reds of the forest would soon give way to bare branches and deep frost. As she passed the huge glacial boulder which the trail curled around before straightening again, she was grabbed roughly from behind.
“eeeppp!” she screamed before the hand cut off her flow of air, pinching hard over her nose, and fully covering her mouth. She fought and struggled, but bright spots of darkness danced before her eyes and her hands fell weakly to her sides. He let up a bit on her mouth, allowing her to draw a tiny breath, as he growled into her ear
“you breathe, bitch, because I am allowing it. Don’t wanna fuck no damn corpse, but if you don’t cooperate some, that’s exactly what I’ll be doin’ to ya. Got it?” the last bit was accompanied by another clamp-down of her airway, and a violent shake of her upper body.
She trembled in fear, then nodded, slowly, carefully.
He released her mouth, then still from behind her, inserted something into her mouth, and covered it with duct tape. He then covered her face with some kind of scarf. Around and around her head she felt him wrap her, until she could barely breath through her nose. He grabbed her by the back of the shirt, propelling her forward. Tripping over unseen branches, leaves and twigs snapping underfoot, she was forced deeper into the silent woods. They hiked for a good quarter hour or perhaps more, although it felt far too soon to her, when she was stopped. Strong arms pushed her to her knees, and she felt the dampness of the earth seeping through her sweat pants. Her hands were pulled to the front, and she felt her wrists lashed tightly together, was then pulled forward until her face was on the ground, her ass in the air. She felt the rope on her wrists jerked down and forward as he tied her off to something unseen in front of her.
“Could this be another of Marc’s fantasies?” she wondered, but no, she knew she had left him warm and snuggled in bed; plus, she knew he had not been working out the way she had, so there was no way he could have beaten her to this point of the hike.
“Goddamn, I really am going to be raped…maybe killed,” she thought, and panic hit her full on, a tidal wave of fear that had her trying to jerk her arms up and away, scrabbling madly in the dirt with her legs, stronger now than a month ago, kicking out, trying to rise, then
“SLAP!” SLAP!” SLAP!” SLAP!”
the sharp reports echoed through the headcloth, through the woods, and through her body, as her assailant belted her ass. She felt him pulling firmly on her sweats, felt them give way and slide obligingly down her hips, baring her ass to his view.
“o-ghod” she moaned in her throat, “o-ghod….”
To think that this morning she’d bragged to Master how loose these pants were getting on her, and his response, grinning
“all the better to peel them off you when you return, slut.”
She felt the foreign finger forcing it’s way down her asscrack, mining for her asshole, pushing hard there, and gaining entry, even as she felt his knee at her lower back, forcing her down deeply into the dirt. Her heart was pounding, in fear and, yes, she had to admit it, as he would soon find out, excitement too. Already she could feel a throbbing beat starting deep within her cunt, and knew when he was done savaging her asshole with his fingers, her assailant would find her cunthole wet. She was disgusted with herself, but she knew the strange beast that lurked within her. A slut-beast, a cunt, a wanting wet beast.
In–out….in–out, his fingers sawed deeper and deeper with each stroke, invading her ass, making her writhe in the dirt. Was she trying to get away, or reaching back for more?
A coarse laugh, another few slaps on her ass, much harder this time.
“You like that, dontcha, bitch?” he taunted her. Harder and deeper he fingerfucked her asshole, the pain as tied up in her as the want.
“Oh yeah,cuntbitch, take my fingers in your hole, loosen up for me” and without any more warning than that, she felt his fingers tear out of her, and his long hard cock enter . She arched up, trying in earnest to get away from the ravening beast that was forcing it’s way far, far up into her asshole. The fullness, the tearing ache left her nearly breathless. And then he reached under her and tugged on her clit, slick with her leaking pussy juices.
“You are one hot fucker, aren’t you, bitch?” he growled into her ear as he thrust over and over again into her helpless ass.
“Wetter than a coon after a rainstorm, you tight assed cunt,” on and on he verbally abused her, on and on he relentlessly fucked her ass until finally, she felt him stiffen. With a grunt and moan, he flooded her ass with his man juices. He lay atop her, spent, panting.
A time later, he began to unwrap her headcloth, letting in the fresh crisp October air. She breathed deeply, then felt his fingers begin to slide into her wet and throbbing cunt.
“I told you I was working out,” said Marc, turning her head with his palm, laughing at her flushed and bemused face. “Beat your best trail time AND your sweet ass!”