Hiking

Name's Mai, i was a college student in Tokyo. While on holiday, hiking is one of the best things for me to relieve stress, my boyfriend then asked me to go climbing a mountain near the city. He invited one of his friends who happened to live there and had climbed many times, Kazuya. We decided to make it into a camping trip, so we packed our bags and set off into the wilderness.

The first day was beautiful. The three of us, me, my boyfriend, and Kazuya, hiked up the mountain, our laughter echoing through the dense forest. We talked about college, our dreams, and our lives. As we reached the peak, the view was breathtaking. We set up camp, cooked dinner, and watched the stars. I felt safe and happy. Little did I know, the night would bring a horror I never expected.

We slept in a three-person tent that night. It was a bit cramped but cozy. I was in the middle, with my boyfriend on one side and Kazuya on the other. The tent was warm from our bodies and the exhaustion of the hike. I drifted off to sleep, feeling the gentle caress of the night breeze and the steady rhythm of my boyfriend's breathing.

But that tranquility didn't last. I woke up to a hand gently cupping my breast. It was too dark to see, but I knew it wasn't my boyfriend's. He was snoring peacefully beside me. I froze, my heart racing as the hand grew bolder, pinching my nipple through my shirt.

"What the...?" I whispered, trying to sit up, but a hand pushed me back down, pressing my face into the sleeping bag. "Kazuya, is that you?" I whispered, fear coiling in my stomach.

He didn't respond, but the hand grew more insistent, sliding under my shirt and bra to fondle my flesh. His other hand slid down my stomach and under my shorts, stroking my pussy over my panties. I was too shocked to move, too scared to scream.

"If you're good," he murmured, his voice thick with lust, "I'll make sure your boyfriend doesn't find out."

I felt sick, but I knew what he meant. If I fought, he could ruin my relationship, so I lay there, trembling, as he continued to touch me. His fingers grew more insistent, pushing aside the fabric to touch my wet folds. I bit my lip to stifle a moan as he teased my clit, my body betraying me with arousal.

"You're so wet," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. "You want this, don't you?"

I didn't answer. I couldn't. I was too scared, too confused. He took my silence as consent and slid my panties down my legs. He removed his own pants, his erection pressing against my thigh. I could feel his excitement, and the thought of what was about to happen made me want to vomit.

"Open your legs," he ordered, and I did, my body moving on instinct despite my mind's protests. He positioned himself between my thighs and pushed into me, the pain making me cry out.

"Shh," he whispered, covering my mouth with his hand. "Don't wake him up."

He fucked me slow and deep, his cock filling me in a way that was both terrifying and strangely exhilarating. I felt dirty, violated, but also...turned on. I didn't want to admit it, but my pussy was tightening around him, begging for more.

He leaned in closer, his body pressing down on mine, his breathing ragged. "You're going to take my cum," he growled. "You're going to let me fill you up."

I whimpered, my legs shaking as he picked up the pace. The pleasure was building, unwanted but undeniable. He was right. I was going to cum. And when I did, he followed, his hot seed spilling into me.

He pulled out and I lay there, trembling, as he put his clothes back on. He whispered something about keeping it our little secret and then zipped up the tent, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

The next morning, we woke up like nothing had happened. My boyfriend was cheerful, making breakfast and packing up our things. But every time I looked at Kazuya, I saw his smug smile, and I knew he knew. He had taken something from me, something I could never get back.

But I kept the secret, too afraid to tell anyone. We hiked back down the mountain, and when we returned to civilization, I went straight to the bathroom and cleaned myself up. I told myself I'd never go camping again.

Days turned into weeks, and the memory of that night began to fade. But every time I saw Kazuya, every time he touched my arm or laughed at a joke, I felt a twinge of fear and arousal. I hated myself for it, but I couldn't deny that the thought of him taking me again made me wet.

One night, after a party, he texted me. "Remember our little secret?"

I shivered, my pussy clenching at the memory. I didn't respond, but I knew what he wanted. He came over to my apartment, and before I could protest, he had me pinned against the wall, his hand up my skirt.

"I need you," he whispered, his eyes dark with desire. "I need to feel you again."

I should have said no. I should have called the cops, or screamed for my boyfriend. But instead, I spread my legs, letting him push into me right there. It was quick and rough, and when he was done, he kissed me hard on the mouth.

"You liked that, didn't you?" he murmured. "You're a dirty little slut, aren't you?"

And that was it. Something in me snapped. I pushed him away and told him to leave, that I never wanted to see him again.

But he didn't go quietly. He told me that if I ever told anyone, he'd make sure everyone knew I was a whore. That I'd begged for it, that I liked it.

I was devastated. I felt dirty, used, and trapped. I didn't know what to do. So, I did the only thing I could think of. I broke up with my boyfriend, telling him I needed space. I couldn't bear to look at him, knowing he didn't know what had happened.

Months passed, and I tried to forget. But every time I closed my eyes, I saw Kazuya's face above me, felt his hands on my body. And every time I saw him, I felt the same mix of fear and arousal.

Then one day, I got a positive pregnancy test. Panic set in. What was I going to do? The father of my baby was a monster, someone who had **** me, used me, and then threatened me.

But as the months went by, and my belly grew, something strange happened. I started to feel a bond with the baby growing inside me. It wasn't just a product of **** anymore; it was a life, a part of me.

I decided to keep the baby. I moved away from the city, to a small town where no one knew me or my story. I had the baby, a little girl, and named her Aika. She was beautiful, with her father's eyes and my smile.

And every time I looked at her, I realized that Kazuya had given me a gift, albeit a twisted one. Aika was pure and innocent, a reminder that even in the darkest moments, there can be light.

I never forgot what he did to me, and I never forgave him. But I learned to live with it, to take back the power he had stolen from me. I raised Aika to be strong, to never let anyone take what wasn't given freely.

And in the quiet moments, when it was just me and my thoughts, I'd remember that night on the mountain, and I'd whisper a silent thanks to the stars above. Because without it, I wouldn't have the most beautiful little girl in the world. And she was worth every dark moment that had come before.

The end.