It was a pleasant hot day. I was always one for taking nice long walks through the country. I just loved all the little trails and pathways that cut through the trees and so forth, it made me feel like a child again, and not like a 22 year old, when I used to go on picnics with my family. I loved all the wildlife; I had in my hand some nuts I had picked up only moments ago for any squirrels that might appear. Perhaps what I loved most was all the sounds. The sounds of the birds chirping, little squirrels rustling through the leaves for food and the whistle of the wind as it breezed through the trees.
It was such a hot day, the hottest it had been for quite a while and today was even hotter as a result of there being no breeze at all. I wished I had brought something to drink with me, my mouth was parched and it was so hot. The hot noonday sun was beating down heavily on me and making me sweat. I can feel the little rolls of sweat running down my chest and onto my breasts.
CRACK!
I suddenly look around, my breathing stopped; I scan the tree line around me. I find myself in the middle of a small clearing with fallen tree in the middle, like a log. I get so caught up in my thoughts I take no notice of my surroundings. It is quiet now. The crack of the twig must have been just an animal or something. I kept looking and still no sounds. No wildlife, no anything.
I grew cold. The hairs on my arms standing on end, this clearing was quite covered by the trees, the shade covered most of the area around me. I see a trail to my left, with one final scan I move.
The front of my shirt is damp with perspiration as I walk quickly for the trail. It looks as though this trail is the proverbial light at the end of the tunnel, I can see the sunlight on the other side. I am almost there.
Suddenly I feel a hand clamp over my mouth and another on my arm, the grip is tight, I scream but it is muffled. I can feel myself being dragged back into the clearing; the light at the end of the tunnel is getting further away. I kick and struggle but it is fruitless, he is too strong. My feet drag along the floor as my remaining arm frails around trying to hit him.
I am thrown to the floor, the grass is long and somewhat cushions my fall, the smell in a sense relaxes me, but his dark shadow looms over me. I crawl, I try to scurry away but he grabs at my hair and pulls me back.
"Ahhhhh!"
I scream in anguish as he pulls at my brunette locks. He kneels on one knee and pulls me so I see his face. With tears building in my eyes I try to look at his face, I try to scream, his voice calmly says to me;
"Calm down, if you keep struggling I am going to hurt you."
With that no sound comes from my mouth, the pure coldness of how he spoke made my blood run cold.
I begged him, "P-p-please d-don't hurt me, I want to go home."
"What's your name?"
I trembled, "Stacy".
My voice sounded so small and insignificant.
"Don't worry Stacy, you will be home soon enough, we're just gonna have a little fun before you go, that's all."
My bottom lip began to tremble, I wanted to go home, I have a good idea by what he means by fun. I try to fight back the tears.
"and if you don't co-operate..."
With that he stood up and pulled out a knife. Its shine glistened in the sunlight, he smiled at me then threw it into the ground where it stood upright. I began to cry.
He ordered me to kneel while he stood over me rubbing the crotch of his shorts. He reached down and tore open the front of my shirt to expose my thin bra barely containing my firm tits. He took my shirt off and pulls the bra straps off my shoulders and traps my hands behind my back with the straps. I am left there kneeling and topless looking up at him with a tear running down my cheek.
He slowly pulls down his shorts, I gasp as his penis comes into view, he begins to stroke it. His hand slides up and down his growing cock.
