As a wildlife photographer, I sometimes wind up in some remote places and I'm usually alone so that I make as little noise as possible. At the end of summer 2010, I discovered a pair of great-horned owls nesting at a local wildlife refuge. Their nest was located right at the entrance to the refuge and they had only one baby owl. It was so adorable that I couldn't hardly go a day without riding out there to see how it was growing. Once my son went back to school, I decided I would ride out to the refuge to see if I would catch an early-morning feeding or any interaction that the parents may have with the baby at daybreak.
It was a beautiful location, right by the marsh, with four or five majestic old oak trees making an expansive canopy. The grass that surrounded the area was lush and green, which provided a perfect place to sit and wait for the sun to come up. During that visit, before I saw the beautiful sunrise, this fantasy came into being:
**It was a balmy morning. I took only my camera and a tripod, along with my keys and a blanket to sit on in case the grass was wet. The refuge hours were posted at the gate and although it wasn't time for them to be open, it wasn't locked up.
As I was getting my things out of the car, I heard the sound of someone running on the gravel and was startled but the person said "good morning" and continued jogging down the one-way road into the park. Several others came by, jogging, and so I quickly became at ease about the noise and wasn't startled anymore.
I even had an abbreviated conversation with one woman who was jogging. They were all firefighters that stayed there on the property across the road and they were employed by the state. This was an everyday activity for all of them.
I settled myself over past the oak trees, but where I had the nest within my line of vision. I was no longer visible to passersby and I felt safe enough, although I was a little leary about the alligators that lived out there. I laid everything neatly on my blanket and awaited either some noise in the nesting tree or sunrise to give me light to see, whichever came first. Time seemed to be at a standstill...
I laid back onto my elbows and waited. Right about that time, everything went black! Something covered my head, and as I tried to pull it off, my hands were also caught and tied together. I was trapped!
A gag was placed over the hood into my mouth and so I kicked and tried to roll over to get up, but was held down by someone who was either very big or very strong. He grabbed a foot as I fought and roped it, staking it into the ground before I felt their hands on my waist, sliding my shorts and panties together down over my butt and hips until they were at my knees and then slipped them off of the leg that was free.
Then he grabbed the other foot and spread my legs so wide that it hurt very badly before he staked it down as well.
Pulling my arms up over my head, he staked them down before unbuttoning my blouse and cutting my bra straight through the center so that it fell to the sides. I was totally exposed and at his mercy.
His breath was ragged as he cupped my breasts in his rough hands and started squeezing them and pinching my nipples. I felt his lips around them as he nibbled and suckled them like he was a starving infant.
It was then that I realized the wetness escaping between my legs. I was excited! How could I be so excited? I was about to be raped!
He must have sensed my discovery because it was then that I felt his hand slip up my leg and along my slit and then he groaned when he felt my heat and wetness. His hands left my body and suddenly I felt cold...
I heard a zipper and then clothes being removed or adjusted. A warm wet tongue then licked all the way up my slit, dipping into my wet hole, and making my back arch as I tried to push into his mouth.
He stuck his fingers into me, fucking me with them as he licked my clit for a moment until he moved up my body, placing the head of his cock just at the entrance to my pussy.
