Hunting Trip

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Hunting Trip [closed for CuteBrat]

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The four of them were in the van, all of their gear loaded up into the utility trailer attached to the back. Rick, Gary, Jim and Rob all went hunting every fall. This year Jim had talked the guys into getting a woman to come with them. They had all done something similar in college, tying a woman up at one of their parties and each fucking her. She was Jim's girlfriend at the time, and although she struggled while being used by all of them, she never told anyone about that weekend. This time was a little different, this time they were going to get a woman that none of them knew.

As they were heading out of town he pulled into a gas station. Being sure to stay away from the pumps, he stopped the van next to the driver's side door of a small car with pink furry dice hanging in the window. He got out of the van and stretched as the other guys slid the door open, piling out and stretching, like they were four hours into an eight hour drive. "Alright boys, lets just wait here to check out this woman, see if she fits the bill," Jim said to the group, scanning the parking lot.
 
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It was the beginning of the school year and I was finally in college! The last year of high school had droned on and on and on. The summer vacation had been fun but I was excited to be starting this new chapter of my life. I was nervous being in a new town, away from my parents for the first time but I knew I would adjust. We always do, right?

My name is Jessica. I'm 18, small for my age....I've even been called mousy but I didn't like that much so let's not go there, OK? I'm petite...barely 5 foot even, about 100 pounds dripping wet. (An expression that has always confused me because I bet I weigh about the same totally dry...but whatever). I have short brown hair that I think really bring out my big brown doe eyes. God wasn't feeling very generous toward me when it came to handing out tits....mine are somewhere between an A and a B. That used to bother me....but then I got into track and gymnastics and I liked that basically I didn't have big boobs to get in the way. Plus bras are a pain in the butt. I like that I can pretty much just wear a tshirt under my shirt and I'm good to go.

Everyone always wants to know "have you done it?". Yes...I have. Once. With a boy who professed his undying love for me everytime he tried to get in my pants and promptly dumped me once he did. Lesson learned. Not going there again. I'm in no hurry to be sexual with a boy again. Actually...a sorta weird thing....I find that I'm thinking about my new roommate when my fingers are sneaking under my panties at night. I'm not ready to say I'm a lez or anything...let's just say the whole boy thing hasn't worked out that well...mayybe its time to think about other options.

Anyway...I had put in almost an allnighter the night before...and I needed some motherf**king coffee!. Which is what brought me to the gas station. I've already learned they make surprisingly good coffee. And the girl who works there in the mornings is cute. I'm not saying I go there to flirt with her or anything. But she has a nice smile. And wears very sensible shoes. I'm starting to notice shit like that.

Anyway I'm dressed very "emo college chick of questionable sexual preference"....tshirt, flannel shirt over it partly unbuttoned, semi-baggy jeans, doc martens. Maybe the doc martens are over the top...I'm not sure. Hey give me a break....I'm a college freshman...I'm SUPPOSED to experiment around a bit. And really sexy g-string panties. I didn't really expect the gas station chick to SEE the panties...but just knowing I had them on gave me a bit more guts to talk with her. And besides, like I said, I'm not really ready to check the lez box on the sexual preference questionaire...I'm just curious.

Anyway....I was feeling good walking out of the store to get in my car. I had fresh coffee....and I seriously think the gas station chick might just be interested in me too.

This was definitely gonna be a good day. I can just feel it....
 
My cock stirred in my pants, seeing the young woman walking towards the car, dressed like a slob.

"Here we go boys. Game faces." Jim and Rob start a heated discussion, looking at the map while Gary and I stand near the sliding door, all feigning interest in where we were, all really watching you approach the van and car. As you get close, I look up. "Here, lets ask a local." I look at you, smiling, "excuse me, miss? Can you give us a hand here for a second?"

I step towards you. I'm wearing jeans and a flannel button up shirt for our hunting trip. The other guys are similarly dressed, jeans and flannel. I trimmed my beard this morning so I look less dangerous to naive young women. At 32, I'm still in decent shape, not like I used to be, but still broad through the shoulders, a losing my flat stomach, but its not gone yet. The other guys are a little less trim, with Rob really letting go, a large beer gut hanging over his pants.

"We're trying to get to this lodge that we rented. The directions said to head west from here, but the highways only go east and west. We've been on the road for a while now, and we would really like to get ourselves to where we are going and start our vacation, you know?" I look at you, still smiling, hoping you will take the bait.
 
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Oh crap.....they're asking ME for directions....a girl who has been in this town for like 2 weeks? "Um....I'm sorry...." (why do I always do that". Say "um"....apologize...and bite my lip? Fuck, I AM mousy....I gotta work on that). "I'm brand new here myself....i m barely getting so I don't get lost on campus anymore". I smile at the men. Jeezus....is that seriously what happens to boys when they get old? I'm telling you, this lez thing is sounding better by the minute.

Ok Jessica....time to be less mousy. Maybe you can help... I move forward to look at the map...see if there are any landmarks I can recognize. People helped me out when I first got here....it was the least I could do to try to pay it forward...
 
I step back to let you see the map. As you step infront of me I push you hard into the van. Jim and Rob yank your wrists into the van as I push you, pulling your small frame up and into the back seat. I quickly jump into the drivers seat as they throw you onto the floor, Jim putting his knee into your back so no one can see you in the van. As Rick hops into the back and slams the door shut I pull out of the gas station in a controlled manner, so I don't draw attention to us. Pulling back onto the highway. Rick reaches down, pulling your wrists behind your back, wrenching your arms behind you.

He leans down, pushing more weight onto you. "Do you know what's going to happen to you?"
 
It all happened so fast at the time....but looking back I can remember every second...like its being played back frame by frame. I move toward the map...I'm in such a good mood I want to be helpful.

And then the shove in the small of my back...hard...pushing the air out of my lungs so I couldn't scream even if I had thought to. I remember seeing my coffee cup...my precious coffee...flying in slow motion out of my hand, crashing into the van, spilling onto the pavement. And then my hands being grabbed...I'm being pulled forward into the van. My eyes looking ahead...seeing the two men pulling me in...seeing their smiles...feral, not even human looking.

And then I'm inside the vehicle...and all I can hear is a teacher from high school, talking about sexual assault, saying "never let them get you inside their car". And I'm getting mad at HER....yelling in my head "like I'm getting a lot of fucking CHOICE here, Mrs. Johnson..." and then a knee...HARD in my back....it hurts....but it takes me out of my mind...and into the reality...into the van. All-in-all, I think I prefer being in my mind...

"Do you know what's going to happen to you?". Yeah...I have a pretty good idea and I'm not liking it very much. I want to fight. I want to scream. I want to do freaky martial arts moves and go Bruce Lee all over these guys' asses. Fuck...I just want to do SOMETHING. But between the shock, the knee in my back, being winded, and sheer immobilizing terror, all I can do is look up at the guy who is speaking....my eyes wide.... and all I can think at the moment is..."this is what the mouse feels when it looks at the cobra"....
 
I moved the rearview mirror so I could see your face, how scared it was, her hair messed up, clinging to your head as Rick wraps her wrists with duct tape. Your eyes are so wide, your breathing shallow and taken in gulps. The sight of you makes my cock even harder in the front seat, thinking about the things that we are going to do to you. "You had better answer his question, if you know whats good for you."

I slow the van, pulling off the highway onto a dirt road surrounded by trees. While I'm turning, Rick picks you up from the floor of the van and sits you down on your ass, facing the front of the van. You notice that there is no middle bench seat in the van, only two bucket seats in the front and a bench in the back. Rick and Rob sit on the bench while Gary pushes your hair out of your face, his sneering face just inches from yours, taking your whole field of vision.

"She smells real good boys. I can't wait to get her out of these shitty gross clothes and dress her up, like a proper whore." As he talks to you, he rubs his obviously hardening cock in his jeans. He is looking at you like a hungry dog eyes a piece of meat he knows isn't his but is going to eat anyway, his eyes burning intensely. "How long?" He asks, glancing at me.

"Not long, another hour or so and we are there. Then the real fun will begin."
 
It's like I'm in a daze as I feel my arms pulled behind me....hear the sound of the duct tape pulling and then feel it wrapping around my wrists. "Don't let them tie your hands" my voice screams in my head...but I'm just stuck...unable to offer even token defense. This. Is. Not. Happening....

And then one of the men just plucks me off the floor and sits me on the bench of the van like I'm as light as a feather. And somehow that scares me more than anything....it lets me know just how much I am outweighed here...outnumbered. There's no getting out of this.

And one of the guys is just leering at me....his face is all I can see. I shut my eyes....trying to will him to go away....convince myself this is just a dream. A terrible terrible dream.
 
Watching in the mirror more than I'm driving I see the confused look on your face, like you can't get your feet under you, paralyzed in fear. I have driven this road so many times I could probably do it with my eyes closed, or looking in the rearview mirror at the shocked, scared, stunned victim that we are going to use and abuse for our own pleasure.

Gary draws his hand back about halfway and slaps your face. His rough hand stings your cheek, but he doesn't hit you hard enough to cause a dull ache. "Answer the fucking question, or you really won't be happy..."
 
I yelp more in surprise than pain at the slap. The string rips me from the sanctuary of my mind...forces me back to reality of my situation. I'm in a van, kidnapped by four men, my hands bound behind my back, hearing them talk about getting me out of my clothes and dressing me up like a proper whore. And they want to know if I know what's going to happen to me?

I open my eyes....looking at that one man who has kept his face just inches from mine. I can feel his gaze burning into me. I try to meet his eyes...I try to be all brave and defiant. But I can feel the tears starting to burn and I look quickly down at the floor.

"Yes I know what's going to happen to me". Even I can barely hear my voice. I bite my lip again....trying not to cry....
 
I yelp more in surprise than pain at the slap. The string rips me from the sanctuary of my mind...forces me back to reality of my situation. I'm in a van, kidnapped by four men, my hands bound behind my back, hearing them talk about getting me out of my clothes and dressing me up like a proper whore. And they want to know if I know what's going to happen to me?

I open my eyes....looking at that one man who has kept his face just inches from mine. I can feel his gaze burning into me. I try to meet his eyes...I try to be all brave and defiant. But I can feel the tears starting to burn and I look quickly down at the floor.

"Yes I know what's going to happen to me". Even I can barely hear my voice. I bite my lip again....trying not to cry....

Gary leans in, licking your tears off your face. His fact contorts, like he can't control himself. He reaches back and slaps you harder. As your face slams to the side, Rob leans in. "Tell us what you fucking think is going to happen to you." His hot breath is on your face, you can smell his breath on you. As he is talking he pulls out his skinning knife and starts to cut off your sleeves, slowly cutting and tearing the fabric.

At this Gary stands, unzipping his pants and pulling out his fat, hard cock, glistening with precum. Staring at you, unblinking, licking his lips he begins to slowly stroke it...
 
I can literally feel my skin crawl as the man who's been staring at me starts to lick my face....His tongue on my skin.... The harder slap is almost a relief....even as it makes stars dance under my eye lids.

And then the other man is yelling in my ear, cursing... I can feel things escalating quickly....I have to slow it down.... And then....the knife. And it's like nothing else exists....my mind totally focused on the cold blade against my skin, cutting my clothing....

"Tell us what you fucking think is going to happen to you" Part of me hopes somehow I'm wrong...maybe it's some weird college prank or something. Maybe... But I know better...even before the man who has been in my face (my God how I hate this man...) pulls out his cock. It's already hard....and....big. Way bigger than the one and only cock that has been in me before...

my eyes focus on it in morbid fascination. It's almost like I'm talking to myself in my head, narrating... You are going to be raped by that cock. That cock you see right there in front of you, is going inside of you". All those words kept in my head.

Out loud....I start to beg... "Please....please....don't do this. I never did anything bad to you....I was trying to HELP you, for God's sake. Please....just let me out here...I will walk back...it's ok. I won't tell anyone I swear..."

My eyes move up to the man staring there stroking his cock....trying to meet his eyes. Praying I might find just a little big of mercy in them....
 
Rob slides the cold blade of the knife across the back of your neck, cutting your flannel shirt down the back, just tracing the tip of the knife down your spine. "That isn't what is going to happen to you," he says in your ear.

Gary looks down at you, his fat hard, bulging cock right in your face as he wipes some precum from the tip of his cock onto his finger and shoves it in your mouth. Sneering down at you, a mix of joy and lust on his face, in his cold menacing eyes as he spreads his salty precum around your mouth. "You are going to be my cum bucket. Do you know what that means?"
 
Rob slides the cold blade of the knife across the back of your neck, cutting your flannel shirt down the back, just tracing the tip of the knife down your spine. "That isn't what is going to happen to you," he says in your ear.

Gary looks down at you, his fat hard, bulging cock right in your face as he wipes some precum from the tip of his cock onto his finger and shoves it in your mouth. Sneering down at you, a mix of joy and lust on his face, in his cold menacing eyes as he spreads his salty precum around your mouth. "You are going to be my cum bucket. Do you know what that means?"

My mind more focused on the knife against my back than the finger in my mouth...even as I taste the smiling man's precum.... I squeeze my eyes shut as I nod....yes I know what that means....
 
Sliding the knife down your back, Rob cuts your shirt to just above your hands. He then starts cutting up your arm, slowly, deliberately, like he has all the time in the world.

Gary sneers down at you some more, pumping his fist up and down his cock faster. "Fuck boys, she is a regular old cumslut, sucking the cum off my finger already!"

Rob cuts the arms off your shirt, pulling the flannel off you, leaving you in your tshirt.

"You fucking like the taste of my dirty cum, don't you? All you little bitches are the same, just one more hot, wet fucking hole for me to shoot my cum into, and onto, and wherever the fuck else I want to." You can see Gary getting angrier as he verbally abuses you, pumping his cock faster, his face getting red, his eyes bulging.
 
I can feel the hairs on my neck coming to attention from the man berating me while he strokes his cock. I know I'm in danger from all of the men...they all have kidnapped me. But I know this one is the most dangerous...the most out of control. An instinct I can't even begin to understand tells me I have to make alliances with the other men... My eyes search around...hoping to make eye contact with someone else...to establish my HUMANITY with someone. This guy is obviously off the rails...

For the first time, my mind moves past what I consider my inevitable rape. Am I going to make it out of this alive???
 
Rob moves the knife up, over your throat, the blade sharp against your skin. "Suck Gary's cock before he gets angrier. We don't want him too pent up. His wife left him for a younger man, so now he has no one to suck his cock. He needs you to suck it to calm him down, otherwise, we don't know what will happen."

Gary lets go of his cock. "Open your useless fucking whore mouth."
 
i can feel my breath just ... stop ... as I feel the knife against my skin.... "Suck Gary's cock before he gets angrier...." So this really is going to happen. I mean...I KNEW it was from the moment I was pushed into the van...but the reality is still cold. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest. Surely the men in the van can hear it....

I try one last time....my eyes looking around at anyone but Gary. "Please....please....I'm young enough to be your DAUGHTER! You wouldn't want someone to do this to your daughter would you? Please...please...just let me go..."

I had vowed I wasn't going to give these animals the satisfaction of seeing me cry. I may not be able to keep them out of my body, but I wasn't going to let them into my HEAD like that. But something just snaps and I can't help it. I feel my body begin to shake with my sobs.......
 
Gary slaps your face hard again, Rob holding it so the skin on your neck doesn't move. Through your tears you see me in the driver's seat, one arm on the wheel, the other hand you can't see, but my arm is moving like I'm stroking my cock. "You better listen to Rob, Gary can get a little out of control sometimes, and we can't control him."

Gary slaps your other cheek again. "I'm not asking fucking nicely again slut. Suck my cock, or I will tear your ass open with it. You ever had a hard cock deep in your tight little fucking asshole?" Spitle flies from his mouth at you, landing on your face and shirt. He is irate, his hands are shaking. His face is beat red. His cock pulses, his heart is beating so fast, causing it to twitch.
 
my body is still shaking with sobs as I look up at Gary.... My face is ringing from the latest slap...I can feel the other man holding my head in place. I know there is no escape...

I can feel the tears running down my cheek as I squeeze my eyes shut and move my head forward to take the cock of this man I already hate, and who terrifies me, in my mouth.....
 
Gary has been in the car for hours, and the anticipation has made him sweat. His cock tastes foul in your mouth. Immediately he grabs the sides of your head and slams his cock into your mouth. The fat cock tracing against your teeth as he rapes your mouth. He pulls his cock all the way back out, looking down at you. He slaps your face again. "NO FUCKING TEETH!" he screams, roughly grabbing the hair on the top of your head and slamming his cock back into your mouth, shoving it down your throat.
 
I gag....both from the smell and taste of this stranger's cock...and then from it being slammed down my throat. I've given head before...to 3 boys in high school including the one who took my virginity and then dumped me. But never like this. Then it was a night full of pleading, begging, and me reluctantly agreeing. And me in control. Now a stranger was ramming his cock hard down my throat...my hands bound behind my back, and I had no control whatsoever.

I can feel the eyes of the two other men in the back of the van on me as I take their friend's cock. I have no illusions things will stop with just this one man. I am grateful to still have the relative protection of my clothes...
 
Gary fucks your mouth hard. I keep eye contact with your from the front seat, my arm still moving up and down, like I am stroking my cock in the seat. Rob leans into your ear. "Thats it, suck his dirty cock, calm him down. Its up to you what happens. Let Gary go too long with out milking some cum out of him and who knows what will happen to you." As he whispers this in your ear he reaches around you, the knife still in his hand and cuts your shirt from the front, trailing the tip of the knife up your stomach, leaving an angry scratch in your skin. "Don't bite down on it, remember what happened last time?"

Rick sits on the bench, watching you get your mouth fucked hard. He hasn't said a word, and since you can't see him, you are unsure what he is up to.

Gary slams his cock into your throat gagging you, groaning as he watches the tears slide down your cheek. "Fuck, pretty soon its going to be more than just useless tears streaming down your face. Soon it will be my hot fucking cum, marking you like the useless fucking tool that you are. Just a tool to milk the cum out of my cock."
 
I can't believe this is happening to me. Less than an hour ago I was flirting with a girl I'm crushing on and getting that warm tingly feeling that she might like me too. And now I'm in a van, my wrists duct-taped behind my back while some stranger fucks my face hard. And three other men watch. I have illusions they will remain content to be just observers

I try to not puke....between my terror, my disgust, and the cock ramming down my throat, my stomach is threatening to release its contents. And I'm pretty sure that won't really go over well with this Gary guy who I'm already convinced is bat-shit crazy.

I feel the knife cutting my tshirt off me...cutting into my skin. I know pretty soon my tits, such as they are, will be exposed to the group. And I'm sure it won't stop there.

I open my eyes and try to make contact with the guy driving the van, my mouth stuffed full with his friend's cock. Maybe he can become a relative ally in this group
 
Gary stiffened as he fucked your mouth. "You dirty fucking cum dumpster." Pulling his cock out of his mouth he shoots hot cum all over your face, aiming for your eyes and nose. As he shoots spurt after spurt of cum all over your face, watching it drip into your eyes. "Dirty fucking whore." He says, squeezing the rest of his cum out his now softening cock onto the bridge of your nose, knowing it will drip down into both your eyes."

As Gary is cumming all over you, Rob tears your shirt off roughly. Tossing it to the side, he roughly grabs your nipples, pulling both out hard, twisting them trying to pull them off your firm, small tits.
 
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