Lynn turned left, rather than right.
Baz had told her not to – but she did it anyway.
At the time it felt... funny. Different. Not so much a betrayal but more of a twist. She smiled a bit wickedly in the moment – going off on her own. Wondering if some of her husband's wild, impetuous streak was not rubbing off on her. The desire to do something unexpected – if not for spite then to show people that they shouldn't take you for granted.
The way was more pleasant that what she expected, and there were certainly more flowers and plants that she needed than the usual way. But after a bit it got darker. The trees became closer together and the air got a bit colder. It became harder to hear the wind or things much further away from you than a few feet.
Frowning, Lynn started to feel like turning around. That was when she saw the glimmer of light coming through the gloomy dimness. A reflection and a beam of sunlight – a pool of water. She smiled. A pool somehow in the close-knit forest. In an opening in the trees. With a grassy and mossy area near its edge. Perfect to rest at. She came to it and sat down, just at the edge of the shade, to go over her pickings from the bushes on the way.
In the quiet, the echoes of her subtle movements came back to her – proving that the insulation of the close-knit trees was total. She sniggered a bit at the realization that she might as well have been in a cave. Total isolation. Closing her eyes, she turned her face to the sun and smiled, breathing deeply.
The sudden darkness as the sack came down over her head almost stopped her heart.
She screamed and flailed out, but heavy arms came down to her sides, throwing her on the ground and wrestling with her. A huffing and gruffly grunting as the huge weight overpowered her gentle frame. Even as Lynn tried desperately to move, she heard the echo of her scream coming directly back at her.
Total isolation – she'd thought a minute ago. Now... a prison. A knife-blade of realization going straight through her mind as her heart leapt into her throat.
Baz had warned her not to go this way!
Her arms were already behind her back – painfully being bound at the wrists. A tight cord with what felt like frayed edges cutting into the soft flesh of her wrists. She struggled madly – knowing this could be her only chance to break free, but it seemed already too late. A hawkish chuckling was starting, and weight started to adjust onto her hips and her thighs, as more concentrated effort went into binding her hands.
She screamed out again, aimlessly and wordlessly, from inside the confines of the sack around her head. But a heavy hand cuffed her on the back of her head and she just started crying. She knew it was useless as she felt and heard the cry coming back at her already.
The bindings finished on her wrists, then went to her elbows – again behind her back. Fast and effective. Her shoulders immediately felt stretched and her breasts jutted out as she lay on her side. Her captor or captors continued to gutturally laugh at a low chuckle as he bore weight on her.
But Lynn thought she heard something in the chuckle. Something... familiar. She froze and listened. But the sound stopped. She sniffled and cried in the sack for a moment, as the hands stopped touching her arms and back. She was waiting for the man.. or men.. to begin binding her legs.
But they didn't. It was silent.
"H.. hello?" She tentatively spoke from her cries, sniffing and spitting out some gob from her mouth and nose.
That was when she heard the clothing being rustled. Not her clothing. Someone else's clothing. Her eyes bugged out inside the sack around her head, and she started to squirm and buck against her bonds.
The laugher came back – hard to hear for Lynn as she was struggling so hard and her face was sweating and sniffing inside the confines of the bag.
"Oh no... you're not going anywhere. You're a toy now. Gonna try you out right now... mmm-hmmm..." A very gruff voice said. Too gruff.
Disguised? Lynn thought so. But it was so hard to tell, since she only caught the end of it enough to process it, and she continued to struggle and cry out. Her bonds were tight and she tried rolling away.
The captor caught her and smacked her on the back of the head again – enough to catch her attention. Then she felt a head knock against hers... and hot breath against the sack where her ear was.
"Come into our forest.. you're going to pay a toll.. mmrrrrph..."
Lynn's pants were ripped. Torn apart by fiercely strong hands. They were new pants, made just weeks ago through a large amount of personal effort. But the first thing that spread to Lynn's mind was not the loss of the garments – but the sudden exposure of her thighs and lower belly. She gasped and cried out again – screaming.
"AAAAA!" She writhed and tried to kick out, but the man held her legs firmly and pushed her to the ground.
The next article torn from her was her under-wrap. It seemed to disappear – also cut away, it seemed. Or torn. It didn't matter. Lynn was heaving breath and trying to sort out the whirlwind in her mind, when suddenly she felt the lips of her sex kiss the open air.
"No! Oh! No! What are you DO- Don't!" She writhed, turned over, and tried to crawl away, her face driving into the moss near the water. She couldn't support herself on her arms, as they were tied tightly behind her back at the wrists and elbows. It hurt to try to move, and shoving herself on her knees alone just made her grind her face and chest into the dirt.
The man just grabbed her again, laughing gruffly, and flipping her over. At the edges of the laughter, Lynn heard something familiar. Something that pierced the overriding fear and terror. Something that made her blush and question.
Something that suddenly made her sex flush with wetness.
The tone was familiar somehow. She couldn't quite place it. But... it wasn't totally stranger. Writhing on her back with her open cunt displayed for the bandit as the sack stuck on her head, she grunted and called out for help, hearing her echoed cries coming back from the trees around the small clearing and pool.
Strong hands gripped her thighs.
There was no hesitation. A large, throbbing cock surged into her cunt as the bandit came down on top of her – pushing up and inside all the way to the hilt; Accompanied by a grind and a grunt. Her arousal could not be hidden – whether it was her imagination or not, she was wet inside, and he slid in; the taught round cock-head pressing all the way up to her cervix, and balls slapping against her bottom.
Lynn bit her lip and threw her head back – for an instant happy the sack was over her head as her face simply glowed a flush of red. The alabaster skin of her thighs quivered as the man on top of her blew out a throaty moan of a grunt. Then pumped into her twice – two very decisive and long stroked. Lynn cried out at each one. The first cry surprised. The second one – passionate. She couldn't help it. She tried to stop thinking about it. Tried to not imagine it being someone she knew. And for the life of her couldn't get over the feeling of having the somehow-familiar cock in her now-sopping-wet pussy.
She squeezed her legs together, as if trying to push the man away. This just made him surge harder against her, and grip her hips.
