Appalachian Captivity

I screamed as the big black bear bit into my calf. I had tried to climb a tree to get away from him but he just followed me up like it was nothing. My fiancé started whacking the bear on the back with a big stick. Thankfully, the bear let go of my leg, and bounded off the tree to my fiancé. My fiancé tried to spray it with the bear spray, but the bear just got more enraged, and grabbed my fiancé by the shoulder in his horrible jaws.

My fiancé screamed, and I heard the crunching of bones as the bear robbed him of his life.

The bear shook my fiancé's now lifeless body, and then growled in triumph. He stood up on his hind legs and stared right at me. I could see my fiancé's body, with its mangled shoulder and missing throat laying on the ground, next to the victorious bear. The bear's muzzle was a dark red color, from all the blood.

Time stood still. The hairs stood up on the back of my neck. I had never felt fear like this before. My bladder released its contents in fear. I wet my pants. I didn't even feel my mangled leg. I feared for my life.

Suddenly the bear looked in the other direction. A shot was fired and the bear took off running through the forest. A man in his fifties, with a big beard, dressed in furs and buckskin, like the mountain men of old walked up to my fiancé's body. He looked down at him, quickly noticing that he was beyond help.

He switched his rifle from one hand to the other and grumbled, "It's safe to come down now."

I slid down the tree and fell onto the forest floor. Now I felt the pain in my leg from the vicious bite. It was bleeding bad and I fainted.

When I woke, I found myself hogtied naked onto a large log in a cave. The log was probably four feet in diameter. A deer hide was thrown over it. I was bound over this soft hide, on my stomach. Rawhide straps bound my wrists and ankles to the sides of the log. Other straps went completely around the log, securely lasing my waist, shoulders and neck. My knees were bound in a bent fashion so that they were forward of my ass and almost under my tits. This made my round ass jut out obscenely over the end of the log. I could not move.

There was a fire roaring off to the side, and there was some sparse furniture. Overall, the cave had a warmth to it, unlike the cold foreboding in my guts.

My fiancé and I had decided to trek the Appalachian trail. We were both twenty-six years old and had met in college. In the four years since graduating, we had done well professionally. Both of us quit our jobs to do this four-month trek. It was the adventure of a lifetime until that bear charged us.

"I see that your awake." The mountain man grumbled, "I patched up your leg. You would have bled to death if I had not. I also bandaged it with a salve to prevent infection. Bear saliva is filled with bacteria."

I kind of wish that I had died. This was very creepy.

"A hospital visit would have been expensive." He explained, "you can pay me back, by letting me fuck you. It's not like you have a choice."

I started begging and crying. Panic welled inside of me and I thrashed against the bonds. The rawhide straps did not budge.

Mountain man walked up to my side quietly and just started stroking my naked body in a soothing fashion. Bile came up into my esophagus, I was so petrified. He quietly started telling me how pretty I was and how he had not had sex in over twenty years.

I was balling now. I told him that the search party were sure to find me.

He laughed and said, "Your man is dead. When you passed out, I dragged your body through the brush to the stream. Where I washed the piss and shit out of your pants. Even, if the search parties use dogs, they will conclude, that your body washed down that fast-flowing stream. No one has ever found my cave."

He was now gently stroking the side of my tit. "So soft." He cooed in delight.

At twenty-six I was in my prime. I was always plump but pleasantly so. At five foot six I weighed one hundred and forty pounds. I had a thin waist, but big tits and a big round ass. They were solid and firm from all the hikes we had done to prepare for our trek. My sandy blond hair was long, and my skin was pale white, but it tanned nicely. I had no freckles or blemishes on my skin.

Mountain man shoved his fingers between the flesh of my tit and the deer hide. Pulling his fingers back out, my nipple followed. It was now exposed and Grizzly Adams started gently pinching and stroking it. I felt the panic subside some, but the shame of being tied up naked and exposed to this creep grew. The gentle fondling of my nipple felt so good and distracted me from the pain of the bandaged bite in my calf.

I could feel my pussy moistening! What was going on with me? I was bound naked to a log, being fondled by a creep, who stated that he intended to rape me, and my pussy was getting wet!

I was so embarrassed. How could my cunny be betraying me when my fiancé had just been so brutally killed?

Grizzly Adams now started petting my big round ass cheeks. He took his time and stroked them lightly. He cupped each cheek and squeezed them gently. I had always love when my fiancé had done this. I especially loved when he grabbed my cheeks as he fucked me. Flashbacks of our last lovemaking session flashed through my mind.

My pussy was really getting creamy now. I was still petrified of what was coming, but what was happening now felt good! Grizzly Adams patiently stroked, squeezed and explored my ass for a long time. My late fiancé had not spent so much time on my ass since college. Despite, or maybe in-spite of the shame I was feeling, his touch was really working me up. I felt a sick desire for a cock in my cunt!

I forced myself to stay silent. I wanted to moan and scream so bad. I also did not want to give this sicko the satisfaction of knowing that I was turned on and enjoying his touch.

My captor stepped from my side to behind my bound ass. Oh shit, I thought to myself. Now he can inspect everything, between my splayed legs. He just stood there for a long time. He wasn't even touching me. I couldn't see him, but it seemed like he was just taking in the sight of my bound ass and the pussy below it. My shame grew and so did my wetness. I squirmed in my bonds out of frustration.

Creepo now put both of his calloused hands on each of my ass cheeks and gently pried them apart. I could feel my pucker twitch in its exposed shame. I heard Creepo let out a sigh of amazement.

I know that I have a big beautiful booty, and now I was so ashamed of it. I wished with all my heart for a nasty ugly butt to deny this creep the pleasure he was getting. He kept gently prying my round full cheeks apart and releasing them. It was as if he was playing peek-a-boo with my asshole.

I could feel it twitching in my shame filled horny state of desire.

He kept inserting his thumbs into the cleft of my ass as his hands and fingers grabbed each of my round full cheeks. His thumbs massaged my cleft and the warmth of his hands felt so good on my exposed cheeks. Creepo repeated the motion many times. Then he just stopped, with my full cheeks pried wide open. I could feel his presence, just staring at my pinkish brown rosette. I wanted to burry myself out of shame. He had said, that I shit my pants, when the bear attacked. Now he was oogling with his creepy eyes exactly where that shit had come from. I was so humiliated and with this new wave of humiliation my cunt juiced itself even more.

I cried out in a long pent-up moan, as I felt his beard on insides of my ass cheeks, and the gentle lick of his tongue, from the bottom of my pussy, up over my taint, across my pucker and up the cleft to my lower back. My body shivered in the sensations of utter arousal from that titillating lick.

"There we go sweetheart!" Creepo exclaimed.

I wished the bear had ripped me apart. I was so ashamed. He noticed my arousal and it pleased him. I would commit suicide first chance I got, but for now I needed more of that tongue!

Creepo kept licking, long soft licks all the way from my lower pussy all the way up to my back. I was about to explode from the raw arousal but it just wasn't enough. He was licking lightly and I was being worked up something fierce but there was not enough pressure to send me over.

Then Creepo leaned in and just kissed my rosette. I wished I could take a shit right then, to teach him a lesson, but the only thing emanating from my asshole, was deep burning shame and a staunch desire to get off. He formed a seal around my poor pucker with his warm lips and circled the hole with his tongue. I had never felt anything so shameful and erotic before in my life. My late fiancé had never put his mouth to my anal opening and now I wondered why not.

Creepo's tongue started wiggling into the tight opening and I knew that my ass was now twerking in the exquisite sensory overload it was receiving. I hated myself for enjoying this but it was paradise come to earth. I never knew my asshole was so sensitive. Creepo spent a long time tonguing my asshole. I wondered how he could do such a filthy thing, and remembered that he lived in a cave, in the middle of a remote forest, with animals.

When Creepo removed his face from my ass, and let go of my bounteous cheeks, I was about to cry in despair, from the frustration of not getting off on such a masterful seduction.

He just stared at my now closed ass, for a few minutes, sighing in contentment. I did start crying in humiliation of what had just happened and in frustration from what had not happened.

I was so confused. Then I felt his forehead, on the lower middle part of my cheeks, and his tongue entered my snatch. I let out a long moan of pure pleasure. Creepo alternated, between ever so lightly sticking his tongue into my sopping wet folds, to just sucking on the soft skin, where the bottom of my labia merged into my taint. It was more enjoyably frustrating than his earlier treatment of my pucker. This felt better but I had never had my asshole tongued before.

Creepo spent a long time gently eating my lower pussy. My late fiancé had never spent so much time working me over. I was beginning to wonder, how I was ever satisfied from him in the past. If he were not dead, I would be ruined to him now. From now on, if I survived this ordeal, I was going to demand so much more from future lovers!

Creepo lowered his head and was now sucking on my clit with the most tender force. He gently flicked his tongue across my nub every now and then. I could feel it coming, and let out an animalistic scream of pleasure release, and my long buildup crested, and my orgasm exploded, in unbridled gratification.

Creepo sucked harder as I crested and flicked my nub much faster with his tongue. This magnified the biggest orgasm of my life. It just went on and on. For the first time in my life I squirted, adding to my shame. I felt the rawhide bonds rip into my skin, as I shuddered and thrashed so hard. I continued to scream as he kept at it and the oversensitive torture racked my body.

Eventually I calmed down and took in deep breaths of air. Creepo took his face out of my crotch and crawled up to my side. His beard was soaked with my squirt, and he had a smug smirk on his face. His smirk made my stomach churn. I knew, that he knew, that I had enjoyed what he had just done, more than anything that had ever been done to me before. I thought I was going to shit myself again, as the deep despair of shame, swelled and churned in my lower guts.

"See, that wasn't so bad. Creepo announced, with that smug smirk. "Now, I am going to fuck you. I reckon you owe me after all the pleasure I gave you."

I hated this guy and wanted to kill him. I couldn't imagine his filthy cock inside of me. I closed my eyes tightly and wished for all this to be over. I heard Creepo remove his buckskin pants and rub his hands together in delight.

I felt a soft blunt thing sliding up and down my drenched slit. I knew it was his cockhead and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I started crying for real. I mean really balling. Creepo, Rapists patted my full round ass telling me it would be all over soon.

I wish I at least had a pillow to bury my head into. The shame of what was happening to me was unbearable and I did not want Rapist to see it in my eyes. I shut them tightly and felt my tears streaking down my cheek and wetting the deer fur. His cockhead went right in I was so wet.

I didn't understand it. The shame and humiliation only seemed to wet my pussy more. How could it betray me so? The itch in my cunt now became a burning desire. I needed his cock to scratch it. Rapist plunged in. The intrusion was like and elixir of pure pleasure. It was like that first scratch of an itchy mosquito bite, and a big bong hit all rolled into one!

I could feel Rapist's hips digging into my full round ass cheeks. He had buried himself to the hilt and my pussy seemed to flood in desire. I could feel it twitching around his hard cock. He rested deep inside of me as time stood still. Soon I felt him withdrawing. My pussy seemed to be clutching him and creaming, "Don't go!"

I heard Rapist moan in delight behind me. Another wave of humiliation crashed through my bowels and went right to my pussy. It seemed to fuel the fire of desire. I would have cried harder now if he walked away leaving me unfulfilled. Luckily, I felt him re-enter in a long slow stroke of exquisite gratification. I hated myself but I needed him now. I felt the smack of his pelvis against my firm rounded ass as he bottomed out. With it came the euphoric excitement of a jackpot win!

Again, and again Rapist bottomed out in me. Smacking my ass with his pelvic region. I felt the crescendo building and then it just exploded. I squirted for the second time in my life. The emotions of shame, pleasure, desire hate and raw lust running through me seemed to multiply my pleasure. His pelvic slaps on my ass were now wet from my quirt as Rapist clutched my hips and rammed into me blasting away. I had a third smaller orgasm around his thrusting pole. The tears now coming out of my eyes were a confusion of shame, relief and thankfulness.

I just closed my eyes in pure bliss and Rapist removed his softening cock. I could feel the slime of his seed seeping out onto the already wet deer fur. I could sense Rapist gazing at my wrecked and sloppy cunt. It seemed, I floated, in an out of body experience as I laid there, bound on that log, unable to move. I was thoroughly satiated, from the best sex of my life and it didn't even bother me that I had just been raped and widowed. I floated on a cloud, and felt the sticky mess, dribbling out of me, onto that deer hide.

I dozed off into a deep peaceful sleep.