Editor's note: this fictional work contains scenes of fictional rough, reluctant, dubiously consensual, consensually non-consensual (CNC), or non-consensual sex or scenarios.
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The sun was setting, and the orange-blue sky imparted a strange, foreboding ambience to the dusky forest. Elisabeth had been walking for hours, searching for her lost car keys. And now that she had finally found them, she was desperately trying to reach them in the inaccessible crevices of a large tree. She wiggled and struggled to free herself, her arms and legs flailing in all directions, but the more she wriggled, the more stuck she became.
To make matters worse, her efforts to set free caused one of the larger tree branches to rip her dress before painfully scratching her lower leg. A cursory glance from one angle would reveal her exposed skin, from her silk bra past her sexy thong and her firm thigh, all the way down to her now bleeding leg.
After struggling some more to no avail, panic started to kick in. If she couldn't manage to break loose, she would be trapped all night in this desolate place. She had to calm down, she just had to focus and set herself free. While she was reassessing her situation and planning the best course of action, a voice rang out from the trees behind her.
"I see you've found yourself in quite a predicament." the mysterious stranger said in a low and confident voice.
Elisabeth's eyes widened as she understood she was no longer alone. The stranger stood tall and proud, surveying the situation with amusement.
"What do you want?" she asked, her voice trembling with fear. She realized she was not in a position to defend herself, let alone escape. If this man had any ill intention, she would be in serious trouble. Not being able to see him only made matters worse, as his appearance was left to her imagination. Images of creepy, savage, dirty males flashed through her mind.
The stranger stepped closer, his gaze lingering on her revealing dress. It was clear he had noticed her exposed body, and the fear in Elisabeth's eyes.
"There is no need to be afraid," he said. "I am not here to hurt you. I just want to help and set you free."
Elisabeth let out a sigh of relief. If she really was in danger, he probably wouldn't have taken the time to reassure her, given her defenseless position. Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard him laugh.
"Then again, maybe you would find it patronizing and sexist if I were to assume that you are unable to win a fight with a static tree. Perhaps I should just wait patiently while you solve this problem yourself. Unless, of course, you give up and ask me nicely for assistance. Then I will gladly push those branches away from your curvy breasts, your shiny ass and your sexy legs, so you can get out of there and cover up."
Elisabeth gasped, suddenly realizing how exposed she really was, and how this unknown man was playing with her. She was pretty sure setting herself free would remain quite the struggle, especially with this amused spectator's gazing eyes on her. And who knows, she might even increase her vestimentary issues in the process.
The alternative would be asking for his help. That would have seemed obvious, if it wasn't for his choice of words that almost made her liberation sound like something erotic and intimate. Not to mention the fact that he expected her to ask "nicely", challenging her pride.
A strange mix of feelings, sensations and observations reinforced her indecisiveness: the shame, a small dose of remaining fear and worry, her uncomfortable position, the mild pain in her leg, but also the humor of this hilarious scene and the excitement that had broken up her usually monotonous existence.
There was even a mild arousal, triggered by the stranger's suggestive words. She wouldn't consciously admit it, but there appeared to be a quiet perverted voice in her head, convincing her that she kind of liked this gentleman spying on her curves. She must have been lost in thoughts for longer than she anticipated, when she was brought back to reality as the stranger broke the silence again.
"Really curious! Somehow you seem to think the best course of action is not to liberate yourself, is not to ask for my help, but to just keep the status quo and remain there in what doesn't appear to be a very natural, relaxed pose. I'm starting to wonder if you aren't secretly enjoying this. Maybe you are fantasizing how I'm masturbating here behind your back, concealed from your curious eyes."
That last sentence would have sounded immensely inappropriate if it wasn't for the fact that it was accompanied by a huge burst of laughter. He was obviously just joking.
However, with her thoughts already all over the place, the suggestion made her briefly wonder if he wasn't already touching himself outside of her view. She instantly dismissed the thought, but the seed of sexual tension was now firmly planted in her brain. Perhaps there was some truth in his mockery? Maybe she was somehow enjoying this absurd situation? She fought against her stream of consciousness wandering further into such a crazy direction. Surely, she was not an exhibitionist, right?
Realizing his teasing had gone a bit too far, he sincerely apologized.
"Ha-ha, I'm sorry, I just couldn't resist to tease you a little. Let me help you out now."
The stranger walked around Elisabeth, looking for the best way to handle this. Now she was finally able to evaluate his appearance. The man approaching her wasn't particularly handsome, but he was in good shape and stylishly dressed. Faded blue jeans clung to his waist, and a neatly pressed collared shirt showed off his toned biceps. She giggled when she remembered the horror pictures that she had previously sculpted in her brain.
