Ramya: ambushed, popped, and bred in the dirt

Author’s Note: This chapter contains consensual non-consent (CNC) role-play involving violence, forced sex, and intense psychological content. Everything that follows was pre-arranged by the characters.

The fog of panic leads to bad decisions. I toss the dilator and lube into my pack. I stand, grab the towel I sat on, throw it in. I should have put my booty shorts on first.

Oh shit. Too late.

I put my hand over my bare pussy as the first person emerges from the thicket. A second person pushes through the brush. Young, black men. The shorter one is stocky, thick through the chest and arms, tattoos crawling up his neck. The taller one is leaner, longer-limbed, a mean little smile already forming as his eyes drift from my tits poking through the sports bra down to my hand futilely covering my bare pussy.

Alarm bells go off in my head. They aren't dressed for hiking. One is in shorts, the other is in long pants, both sagging. They aren't sweating much, so they didn't hike far. There's a bad neighborhood near this section of the trail where there have been some robberies. I've fallen into a trap. My life is in danger.

"Well well, what do we have here?" Short Guy says with a smirk, eyeing me like a piece of meat. I reach for my shorts, keeping my pussy covered. "No, baby, don't cover up something so beautiful."

"Let's fuck her," Tall Guy says as he moves in closer. "Long legs. Look at those big tits. How you doing today, honey?" he asks me.

Both men are almost within arms reach. My window to act is closing fast. "Leave me alone, please."

"You're out here with your pants down, I think you want what we're going to give you," Short Guy says.

I drop the shorts and abandon my bare pussy, take two steps to my pack, and reach for the gun. I lose a few precious seconds getting the towel out of the way. The Glock 19 is chambered in 9mm and has no safety and one round in the chamber. But I'm too slow. I lift the gun, turn to fire, and Short Guy's fist connects with my right eye socket. White light explodes behind my eyes, and the gun falls out of my hand. I go down hard on my butt, but I stay conscious. I try to reach for the gun, but I'm dizzy from the punch, and my knees wobble as I try to stand, and I fall back.

Short Guy casually lifts the gun and hands it to his partner. "I'm going first," he says.

I shake my head no, tears already streaming down my cheeks. Short Guy back-hands my face with an open hand, sending me to the ground. I groan in pain, and Short Guy is on me, his torso holding my legs apart.

This is really happening. I struggle, but I can't get free. I'm a tall, fit woman, and I still can't get an average-sized man off me.

I scream. Short Guy's hand covers my mouth, muffling the noise. "Scream again and I put a hole in you,” he says, voice almost bored. “Just go with it.”

He pushes his shorts down to his knees. While he has one hand over my mouth and the other trying to guide his cock, I can almost free myself. Then I see my own gun inches from my face. "Bitch, be still," Tall Guy says.

"No, please," I beg, voice muffled by the hand. I relax for one second, and Short Guy finds his target. His hard cock spreads my lips. The head is enormous and terrifying. Even without seeing it, I can tell from experience playing "just the tip" with guys. His hips lurch forward, driving my bum into the pine needles and dirt as he tries to force it in.

The head is too blunt, too wide. He curses, pushes harder. The burn is immediate and wrong. I cry out into his hand on my face. He pushes again. Then again. The head won't fit and is just damaging the skin surrounding the opening.

He grunts. "I can't get it in, fuck."

"Your dick’s too big,” Tall Guy says. “Move. I’ll break her in for you.”

Short Guy tries to cram it in one more time before Tall Guy kicks him to get his attention. They switch with the casual efficiency of men who have done this before. I exploit the moment and turn over to stand. Tall Guy shoves me flat onto my stomach and puts a knee in the small of my back. "Don't move," he commands, and now I'm even more vulnerable than I was with Short Guy. Tall Guy pulls his jeans down to his knees and lies on top of me.

My breasts hold a lot of my weight, the left one stuck painfully on a tree root. My legs are almost closed, and I clench my buttocks to fight the insertion. It doesn't help. That whole area is lubed very well from earlier, and the clenched cheeks actually guide him lower, underneath, to the waiting wetness. Tall Guy finds my opening and drives.

I'm deflowered on the first push. Pain rips straight up my spine as my hymen that I gently stretched with the slimmer dildo tears on black cock. I scream in agony and panic. Tall Guy fists a hand in my hair and yanks my head back, clapping his other hand over my mouth.

“Bitch, don’t scream or we will make this a lot worse for you,” he snarls against my ear. He clearly thinks I’m trying to call for help. I'm just screaming because I'm scared and my cherry just popped.

He sinks deeper, relentless, until his hips are flush against my ass. I go limp, defeated. I sob as he begins to fuck me.

“Damn,” he groans. “This bitch is tight. That’s good pussy.”

I'm completely resigned to my fate. I look up and see a boat far in the distance, way too far to hear my scream or see my pain. A beetle walks by my face and ignores my struggle.

He fucks me like he’s trying to split me in half. Every thrust drags over the raw, freshly torn place inside me. He's too long, and a new pain flares up each time he jams into the back of my pussy. He's so deep he's hitting places inside me I didn't even know existed. Tears stream sideways into the dirt. My heavy breasts are crushed beneath me. I can feel one of them starting to work free of the soaked sports bra with the force of his thrusting. My nipple screams as it rubs into coarse dirt.

“Hurry up. Don’t nut in her,” the shorter one says sharply. “I hate sloppy seconds.”

The taller one ignores him completely. He leans in close, his breath awful, the coarse hair of his beard rubbing my face raw. Pain throbs inside me. I feel zero pleasure as this man uses me. His hips slam into my strong buttocks with each pump, mashing the tip of his cock painfully deeper than my body allows. A few dozen brutal strokes and he buries himself to the root with a low, animal sound, flooding me. I feel every pulse and know the horrifying truth, that this evil man is coming inside me, very deep where his black seed will take hold, flooding my fertile womb. I'm utterly and completely ruined.

Even as I lie there with Tall Guy's cock still pulsing in my soiled pussy, Short Guy is already shoving his friend off me.

“My turn.”