Run

Without any kind of plan, Elizabeth ditched her heels and took off running. The men followed closely behind, but Elizabeth was able to stay a few seconds ahead of them. She had no idea where she was going and the darkness of the woods made it difficult for her to see.

"Where you going sweetheart?" she heard one of the men yell. "We just want to have some fun!"

Elizabeth knew what kind of fun they wanted to have and she didn't want to be part of it. She thought the dirt road they had traveled down was to the east, but she wasn't so sure. At this point she didn't really know which way east was.

She could hear the men gaining on her. The moon provided some light, but the dim glow did little to help her navigate the thick woods. The adrenaline was a rush, but it was wearing thin.

Something stung her right foot and she howled in pain. She tried not to stop, but there was something stuck in her foot that she had to get out. Hobbling along, she swatted at her heel and pried at the tiny thorn buried in her skin. She managed to get it out, but the men were closing in on her.

"She's over there" the man in the overalls yelled. His voice sounded very close.

Elizabeth kept running, but without a destination in mind she was completely lost. All she knew was to run away from the men. This plan eventually landed her in a bramble bush that tore at her clothes and ripped her skirt. Pulling hard at the fabric, she couldn't get it to come loose. It seemed like hundreds of tiny spikes were scraping her skin.

It was during this obstacle, that the mustached man grabbed her by the wrist and yanked her up. Her skirt was in tatters.

"Gotcha!" he said, wrapping his arms around her small body.

"Let me go," Elizabeth begged. She was gasping for breath. "Please let me go."

"Do you really think I'd let a hot piece of ass like you go?" he asked, guiding her back toward the others.

"Please don't," she whimpered, pulling away from him. He strengthened his grip and wrapped both arms around her shoulders.

What was that against her ass? His cock was poking her from underneath her pants. Why did she leave the house in a thong? What an idiot.

"Keep moving bitch!" he yelled. His rank breath smelled of strong liquor.

Elizabeth sobbed as the man pushed her back through the woods to where Sam appeared **** on the ground.

Elizabeth was thrown onto the blanket. The fire was still burning bright and she watched as one of the men dropped kindling into the flames.

"Aren't you a pretty thing," said the bald man. "What are you doing all the way out here? Were you going to have a little marathon fuck session with your boy toy over here?" He kicked at Sam's ribcage. She could hear Sam grunt into the dirt.

"Don't hurt him!" she screamed.

"Get a load of this," said the mustached man. He lifted the remains of her skirt with a stick, exposing her red thong. She pushed it away.

"Damn baby! That's my kind of style," said the man in the overalls.

"So you must really like this guy?" said the bald man as he lit a cigarette. "Dressing up all nice and slutty for a romp in the woods. You do realize that you're trespassing and I don't remember either of you paying the toll. Do you guys remember?"

He looked in the direction of his buddies. They both shook their heads, staring at the frightened girl on the blanket. Elizabeth struggled to cover up.

"What are you talking about?" Elizabeth asked nervously. "We honestly didn't know this was your land and we're sorry. If you would just let us..."

"I don't think so. You're going to pay the toll one way or another," said the bald man, blowing smoke as his words harshly broke the chill of the night.

"I've got money in my purse. It's in the truck...just take it."

"That's not the kind of toll we're talking about princess," he said, unzipping his fly. He hovered over Elizabeth, unfastening his belt.