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Re: [B][I]A very short Story[/B][/I]~The Thrill of being Molested/Raped !!!

Later, after she had fallen into a heavy sleep, she awoke to what sounded like the zipper of her tent. Fear brought her to full consiousness as she heard the zipper continue quietly along its full length. There was no moonlight and the fire had burned out long before, preventing even an ounce of backlight for her to see what or who was at the entrance of her tent. She was frozen in fear and didn't dare move since she could not be sure what her next move should be.

There was a slight rustling movement as she could sense the figure moving over her in the darkness. She was lying on her back when she had awoken and she suddenly felt vulnerable and unprotected. The light blanket was partially over her thighs but offered no security as she didn't know what to expect.

A few seconds passed before she felt the feather-light touch of fingertips rubbing along the top of the blanket along her ribcage. She struggled to remain still and even willed herself to breathe as if asleep. She feared showing any awareness that he was there since she had no way of knowing what he was after.

The fingers trailed further down the blanket, almost cautiously. When they reached her uncovered knee, they stopped suddenly but remained still where they were seemingly waiting for her to stir. The rough fingertips began to move in circles and caress her bare knee. she had fallen asleep in her usual position, with her right leg bent and out to the side, leaving her totally vulnerable. She now cursed herself for not having put on the panties that were uselessly sitting at the bottom of her backpack. The fingers trailed back down the length of her entire leg and bare foot before returning slowly and tortuously back up to her thigh, where the blanket covered her.



After only a second's pause, she felt the fingers dip beneath the blanket to continue further up her bare thigh. The feather-light pressure was almost a tickle, bringing goosebumps to the surface of her skin. She had been trying to breathe normally and deeply, as to leave the impression of still being asleep and not to alert the intruder that she was aware of what was happening. She had to struggle to keep up this masquerade and had to resist the urge to gasp sharply when the fingertips reached her bare hip. The movement stopped momentarily as she could feel the dark figure almost smiling in the blackness what his blind search was revealing.

She squeezed her eyes closed and forced herself to remain still and silent. She cursed herself again as she realized that she was still wet from having looked at that filthy magazine earlier. The slight pressure of those fingertips in the darkness were also having a very unwanted effect as she could feel the chills on her skin becoming a heat that was centering between her legs. Her mind was panicking even as her body lay perfectly still and relaxed out of urgent necessity. She bit her lip in determination to control her body's reactions as the searching fingertips continued their searching.

In what seemed like slow motion, the fingers glided over to the same sensitive area of her other hip and thigh, seemingly savoring their fortunate discovery. They slid tortuously over her lower belly and then brazenly brushed lightly but firmly through the triangle of pubic hair, careful to stay within what seemed like an intended zone of safety. In Drew's horror, she could feel the warmth of her own moisture threatening to escape her inner lips which were now beginning to take on the puffy and swollen state of arousal. She cursed loudly in her mind, wishing she could slam her thighs shut and push away the stranger's hand. Or better yet, awake to find herself in a dream.

The reality of what was clearly not a dream continued and she felt the dread of realizing that the other hand had also crept beneath the blanket. It had found the buttons of the loose flannel shirt and deftly undid them without the slightest disturbance of what was assumed to be her sleeping form in the darkness. She realized that she could not have fallen asleep in a more vulnerable position, her arms raised above and next to her head, not allowing the slightest bit of security to her body. The rough hand was continuing its gentle but firm torture of her lower body,tickling occasionally over the soft down of her trimmed bush but still staying within its boundaries.

The other hand was lying prone at the bottom of her ribcage and she struggled not to be jolted as it slowly began its own gentle assault. It appeared not to be quite so patient as it slid directly up the length of her torso to find her now unclothed breast. It firmly held and squeezed her entire c-sized mound in its palm for a few tortuous moments, kneading and massaging the warm flesh. She knew he could likely feel the tiny nub in the center of his palm rising and hardening but she was completely powerless to prevent it, carefully allowing a deep exhale of bated breath to escape her lips in the darkness. The hand on her breast traveled across to the other side, so as not to neglect the other hardened nipple, only this time taking it between the calloused fingertips to pinch and roll it gently. Both searching hands now seemed more confident and firm, seemingly knowing what they were here for and insistent on keeping command of the situation she was in. Was she being tested?



In the foggy haze of her unwelcome arousal, she wished that she hadn't had the bourbon from earlier in the evening. Had someone outside the camp been watching her drinking? Did he think that she was unconscious?

Her train of thought was interrupted by the hand on her lower body. It was obvious that caution was no longer a concern for the dark figure above her as she had obviously "passed" the test that she had begrudgingly and unwittingly been a part of. The fingers once again reached into her soft pubic hair, only this time, continuing past and pressing further between her open thighs and slipping across the warm wetness that had gathered there. She could almost see him smiling in the darkness as it was now obvious the state she was in and that even the darkness would not hide it or protect her from being molested for what was now slathered across his soaked digits. The haze of the bourbon did not help her to resist the tortuous pleasure she was being subjected to as the thick, rough fingers confidently and firmly massaged her dripping snatch thoroughly. Her thighs began to relax further as the fingers firmly and expertly rubbed, taking turns over her labia and vulva, then over her swollen clitoris, spreading and drawing more hot,flowing, slippery wetness from her before dipping all the way into her, stretching the tight walls of the cunt that had been starved for attention earlier in the evening. All she could do was allow them to molest her continuously as she closed her eyes and silently opened her lips in the darkness, her breasts and pussy screaming for yet more contact.

She was only slightly aware of the blanket being pulled completely from her as the cool night air flowed over her stretched and exposed breasts. The contrast of the heat that emanated from her hot dripping snatch with the open air brought her back to realization as she felt the heaviness of a large thick appendage lying against her outer thigh while the assault continued on her most sensitive and vulnerable areas. There was the feeling of fear mixed with desire as her brain struggled to cope with what her body clearly wanted. She felt the confident hands raise her knees into the air as the weight of the dark figure shifted above her, the huge appendage flopping across the backs of her thighs and her buttocks during each movement. She felt just how heavy and hard it was and even without touching it, knew that it had to be similar in size and thickness to the monstrous cock of the dentist in the filthy magazine from earlier.



There was no time to contemplate whether the huge rounded purple head would look the same or even if it would cause pleasure or pain as she had marveled earlier. The faint "pop" she heard was the slight sound of her own slobbering pussy lips falling open as he drew her knees apart and against her pelvis. Her mouth began to form a silent "no" in the darkness but before a sound could breach them, the fat smooth mushroom head was against her open cunt, and the warm viscous fluid that was flowing from inside her was paving a very slippery path for its penetration.



The pressure at first felt like a fist, but with a bouncing push, it was just past the inner lips of her spread cunt. She sighed silently into the darkness as the hot flesh of the cock's bulbous head within her pressed inward, being compacted by the tight walls of her womb. The ample wetness she had built and provided during the last several minutes of his fingering and prodding allowed him to slide back out easily, just to the conquered mouth of her hot canal, before sliding back in like a fleshy battering ram. This continued, stroke by stroke, inch by inch.....deeper each time, and taking less resistance as it pushed and burrowed its way up into her.

After what seemed like an eternity, she felt the huge hot flesh of his cockhead buried against her cervix as he slowly began to fuck her completely and thoroughly. His weight was fully on her now and his hips were grinding against her, creating a rhythmic pressure against her splayed clitoris. The friction along with the monstrous heaving cock sliding out and roughly back into her surrendering and sensitive pussy brought her to cum twice consecutively, as she struggled with all her might to stay silent. The spasming of the walls of her pussy brought her even more tortuous pleasure as the contractions made the resistance even more evident against the heaving, sawing invasion of his flesh inside her own.



Suddenly, she was coming again, this time not only inside, but from the direct stimulation against her clit as well. She wasn't sure if she was able to stifle a sound this time but it seemed not to matter as the intruder began to explode inside her, the hot liquid spilling around his still-moving cock into and onto her battered cunt. The fucking ebbed, becoming slower and less urgent before it was obvious that it was drained completely.

After her senses returned, she felt the length of his cock, still large even in its limp state, being pulled from her. Though she felt empty at its slow and tortuous exit, she felt supremely satisfied and relaxed as she had never felt before. While this would be something she would never discuss with anyone, it would be something she would likely remember for a very long time after tonight.

Her body was limp, exhausted and abused, as she heard the zipper of the tent again. Within seconds there was nothing but the sounds of crickets around her.



The next morning, Drew awoke to Jenny calling into her tent. "You gonna sleep all day? We still have a long hike to go!"

She pulled herself up and looked around the tent, no sign of the stranger who had molested her the night before. As she sat up, she felt the soreness between her thighs and pulled the blanket away to see the semen that still stained her unbuttoned flannel shirt. She eyed the magazine she'd thrown aside before and placed it into her backpack....

As they were leaving, everyone said their goodbyes, and hugs were dispersed. Drew shook the hands of Jenny's dad and uncle, then smiled at Jenny's grandfather thanking him for their hospitality.

"Oh no trouble at all, Drew. We've enjoyed your company more than you realize...." he smiled his own genuine rugged smile before taking the hand she offered him. Immediately, she noticed how calloused his hand was, not like Jenny's dad and uncle. She looked at the hand before releasing it. "You girls better get going or it's gonna be dark before you reach your destination." The full realization had struck her before he walked away.

"I think my grandfather must have taken a liking to you since he said you could come back anytime," Jenny said as they disappeared down the trail. "He usually isn't quite so tolerant of girls trespassing on the 'boy's club'", she laughed.

Drew smiled, still feeling the soreness between her thighs. "Yeah, maybe we should consider making this a yearly trip?"

The End

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