He stands above me, towering.... his height has always been a delicious turn on to me. He begins to slowly unbuckle his belt, and unbutton his jeans, he slowly slides his shorts down and my eyes drop to his hard, glistening cock. He leans towards me and unties the gag from my mouth, letting it fall loosely around my throat. Taking his incredible cock firmly in his hand, he begins to stroke himself firmly as his eyes run over me down below him.....

"Do you like what you see, cunt? You know you want it. I can see it in your eyes. You need me to fuck you hard, don't you?"

"No......no......"

"Lying slut. Let me show you how much you need this."

Grabbing me by a large fistful of hair, he drags me up against a nearby tree and props me up in a sitting position against it. Moving in, he takes his cock and brings it closer and closer to my face.... instinctively making me turn away.....

"Suck my cock, whore. I want to feel those soft lips on me as I choke you."

"No......God, No......" I whine pathetically.....

Leaning in, he whispers in my ear,

"I told you no one would hear you out here. Save your energy for later, you're going to need it. Now, damn it, suck my cock."

Pushing his cock against my face, I close my mouth and thrash my face back and forth in a vain attempt to stop what is inevitably going to happen. The cold knife blade is suddenly against my throat and he says.....

"Quit making this so hard.... I am going to fuck you and you are going to love it. Now, suck my cock. I won't ask again."

With tears of shame running down my face, I close my eyes and open my mouth. I smell his beautiful musky scent just before he shoves the tip of his cock past my lips. His hard cock fills my mouth and I gag as I taste his pre-come on the back of your throat as he forces me. Grabbing my head, he begins to slide his engorged cock in and out of my mouth strongly.

"Oh yeah...." he mocks "that's what I'm talking about. Suck it, you beautiful little whore....that feels good."

Opening my eyes, I look up to see him watching me intently, his eyes black in ecstasy. I can feel the heat in my pussy growing as my lips continue to caress his cock as it slides deep to the back of my throat. The shame I previously felt at having a cock forced upon me is being replaced by a feeling of lust. Before I can stop it, a small moan escapes my lips.

"Yeah, whore. I knew you'd love it."

With each stroke plunging deep into my mouth, I feel him holding my hair tightly. He pushes my head hard up against the tree, the bark digging into my scalp and using his hips, increases his thrusts. He chokes me repeatedly, forcing his whole body weight down on my face as he holds his cock deep at the back of my struggling throat, choking and gargling noises escaping from my mouth as he holds himself there for 15, 16, 17, 18 seconds...maybe more at a time. I try to break free as he fucks my face, my head banging against the tree as he holds my face immobile. His cock is pulsing with lust as I tug hard at my bonds.

"Mmmmmmm you are such a good girl.... such a good little cocksucker. I'm going to come so hard in your pretty little slut mouth."

With a deep gasp and his fingers tearing at my hair, he explodes deep in my mouth. Holding my head tight, I can do nothing but let him pump his silky come into my mouth. Pulling out, he continues to come down my chin. With my eyes closed and tears still continuing to flow down my cheeks, I can feel his warm come running down my face. Spent, he runs his cock over your cheek, cleaning the last of his come on my face. I can taste his salty and delicious come all around my mouth as I swallow what is left gently.......

As I recover from the savage face fucking, he takes his knife and slices up the remnants of my top and bra puling them off my body. Pushing me down again, he gently thumbs at my panties. Kicking wildly, I try to force him away. Laughing, he continues by running his hands down the back of my hips, down my ass and sliding my black knickers gently past my ass and carefully down my thighs and shins. Laying in a damp pile of leaves, I now truly feel exposed.

"Please......no more. I did what you wanted......let me go now."

"Shut the fuck up, cunt, we haven't even started yet....."

He removes his jacket and kneels on it beside me.... leaning in really closely so his face is next to my pulsating pussy.... he breathes in deeply.

"Mmmmm, that's the smell of one desperate little slut."

Picking the knife up from the ground, he says,

"I'm going to cut your hands free now. If you try to get away, I will hurt you."

Rolling me over on my side, he deftly slices the ropes binding my sore and weak wrists together. I flex them as the blood returns to my hands.

"What...what are you going to do now?" My chest is heaving as my breathing is as panicked as ever.

"You are going to make me hard again. Come here."

Roughly grabbing me by the hair, he drags me away from the tree at which he savagely fucked my face. Sitting down with his back to the tree, he spreads his legs and pulls me between them. Pulling me back, he leans me against him. Sitting leaning against his chest, I can feel how strong and calm his breathing is. Taking my hand, he places it over his cock.

"Stroke me, cunt. I want to get hard so I can fuck your whore pussy."

As I begin to lightly stroke his cock, my whole body is shaking and I can feel him growing harder. Moaning, he reaches round and begins to knead at my breasts and pinch the nipples until I cry out and let go of his now throbbing cock.

"Don't stop, slut. Can you feel me growing in your hand?."

Taking my reluctantly nodding face in his hands, he leans in and kisses me. I feel his tongue push past my lips and force its way into my mouth. I try to pull back, but he grabs my head and pulls me back on to his mouth, savouring the taste of his own come on my tongue. While kissing me, I feel his other hand running down my stomach.

"Lets see just how wet your tight little whore cunt is......"

As he breaks away from the kiss, I gasp as he takes his fingers and begins to caress my pussy lips.

"No......please no......no more......I..."

He doesn't answer but begins to stroke me faster. His fingers begin to probe deeper and I know just how wet I am becoming. Whispering in my ear, he says,

"See, you know you want it. Don't fight it any longer...go with it."

As he continues to finger me, I don't realise that I am stroking his cock harder until he says,

"I think you're wet enough, whore. I'm definitely hard again. Get on your knees."

"Please...don't rape me." even I know I sound pathetic......

"On your knees, cunt...NOW."

Slowly and reluctantly I get on to my knees, my wrists still weak from being bound so tight, I feel him take position behind me. As I stare off into the woods around me, traumatised and shaking. With my legs still bound tightly at the ankles I feel his hand force its way between my legs and I feel his fingers probe into my open slit, rubbing expertly at my swollen pussy lips and flicking madly over my engorged clit.

"Ohhhhh," I moan like the whore he wants me to be as I feel a charge of electricity running from my core.

I feel the tip of his cock searching for my slit and on finding it, both of us moan simultaneously as he slides his hard cock deep into me. I wait for his thrusts to begin, but his cock remains motionless in my tight but soaking wet pussy. Leaning in, he cups one of my tits and whispers in my ear,

"What is your name....?"

"You know my name...." I almost sound defiant....

The smack of his hand on my goose bump covered ass is more startling than painful and he again asks,

"I said, what's your name?"

Hatefully, I tell him my name......

'Smack'. The sound of his striking my ass cheek again reverberates in the woods.

"WRONG, its 'slut'. You are a filthy slut and you need to be fucked like one. Now, what's your name?"

"Oh......please......"

.....the sting from his whipping my shuddering ass is both painful and exciting.

"Once more, what's your name?"

"S...Slut"

"That's right. And what do slut's like most?"

"To...be fucked...hard"

"Right again...so let me do just that."

Grasping my hips, he begins to slide his cock in and out of me firmly. I can feel his hardness driving deep into me inch by inch. I have wanted this mans cock for so long, I have literally asked him to rape me.... but I never expected the fear to be so strong.... not like this...not like this at all. But, I feel my body reacting to the brutal fucking. His cock rubs against the spot he knows drives me wild and I feel his balls slap repeatedly with every thrust. As my orgasm approaches, I
barely notice he is continuing to spank my ass with every thrust. My tits sway as he continues to pound at me and I arch my back and push my ass back against him in an attempt to feel all of him inside me. When my orgasm hits, I roll my head back and scream out in a complete wave of lust for him. I continue to cry out as wave after wave of pent up lust is released and I am left shuddering against him.

"I knew you were a filthy slut the moment I saw you. Now it's my turn to come."

Exhausted, I can't resist as he rolls me onto my back, slipping the knife between my ankles and freeing them. He easily spreads my legs and moves in between them. I can just make out his form in the fading light of the day. Lowering himself onto me his cock easily slides into my moist cunt, my arms lay meekly at my sides and as he leans in, he pins them down by holding them at the wrist. With his full body weight resting on my arms, I am powerless to move. With a ferocity I couldn't imagine, he continues to fuck me mercilessly. With each thrust, I feel his beautiful cock stretch my little pussy. I turn my head so he won't see the look of desire in my eyes as I will him to continue. In between his moans of pleasure, he continues to whisper in my ear, calling me a slut...whore...and I know he is right.

As I orgasm again, I can't control my gasps and cries of pleasure. This only serves to spur him into increasing the rhythm of his thrusts. The only sounds in the night air are our gasps and sounds of our breathing mixed with the beautiful and sordid squelching he has encouraged from between my thighs.

Then, as I feel him become rigid and he groans deeply out into the night, I know he has filled me with more of his delicious come.

As he stands up and begins to dress, I am abandoned and curl up on the ground, torn between the horror of what has just happened combining with the pleasure I feel.

Finished, he picks up my panties and puts them in his pocket.

As the sound of his footsteps recede in the darkness, my trembling hands search for the shreds of my clothing and I wonder if my shaking and bruised legs can make it to the road. Sitting on the ground, I take my face in my hands and begin to cry tears of shame....