Disclaimer: this story does not in any way promote actual rape. This story is written to describe a scene of consensual nonconsent between two consenting adults. I welcome feedback, but please let your feedback begin with this important understanding.
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Holly finished tying off the stakes to her tent, squatting on the damp ground and tossing the spare spikes in her gear bag.
Checking the horizon over the treeline, the first tinges of orange and red let her know she had just about an hour until sunset. In the undeveloped woodlands of Polk county, FL, winter wasn't that cold even at night, but it would be better to be ready anyway.
The grey ashy bottom of the fire pit reminded her she had yet to tackle that important task. She had firewood in the SUV, which was a big help. But the crisp October air reminded her she'd need to gather kindling to make sure it caught in time for dark. She made a circuit around the fire pit, collecting plenty of twigs and branches in no time.
So many mundane items on a camping checklist, her mind checked out while she took care of the fire. Tonight it was hard to focus on the mundane. Some time tonight... No... Can't dwell on that, let that come when it comes.
The fire was lit and crackling as she relaxed and enjoyed the quiet and the stars in the sky that you couldn't see closer to the cities. Normally she camped out with at least one other, for companionship and something to do.
Tonight was a special case, though. Tonight she'd selected a very remote camp site, well away from the usual spots campers frequented.
She pulled out her earbuds and let herself slide down further into the seat of her camping chair. It had been a draining week. One reason she'd arranged this little break from reality: she knew exactly how hard this week at work and home would hit her. Now was her time to unwind, let herself free out in the great outdoors.
As her eyes closed, Holly drifted off to the sounds of her 90s alternative mix. She barely noticed as she slipped into a light sleep.
The crash of a tree branch a few feet from her head brought her awake in a flash. She couldn't believe she let herself fall asleep... Tonight of all nights!
She pushed herself out of her chair, wobbling as she came more fully awake. She reached into her bag and pulled out a flashlight, aiming it at the bushes. She had never realized how small the circle of light from a flashlight was, until she tried to use it to see anything worth seeing in the trees around her. She shrugged, and decided to just move to the tent and call it a night.
As Holly lifted the tent flap, a shadow just a shade too dark along one wall of the tent alerted her. She turned and tried to run back out of the tent, but a hand grabbed her ankle and she hit the ground hard. Dazed, she lashed out with her foot and felt it connect with something solid, but the fingers didn't release their hold on her ankle. She could feel someone crawling their way up her body. Her body went through a violent convulsion, shaking off the assailant and giving herself a moment of freedom. Her fingers dug into the dirt outside the tent, giving her purchase as she scrambled on all fours for safety.
It was short-lived, as she was slammed against the ground entirely. Dazed, she felt a hand grip her hair at the scalp and pull her along the ground towards the closest tree. Her hands were pulled to either side of the trunk, and she felt rope snaked across her wrists. A thick wad of cloth was stuffed into her mouth and secured around her head. All she could feel was the thick bark across her face as her arms were bound tied around the width of the tree trunk.
Her legs were still unbound, and she did what she could. Wriggling, lashing out, but his weight came down heavily from behind after he was finished immobilizing her arms.
She felt his breath heavy against her ear... "You didn't think you were going to get away, did you? A cute little thing like you, camping out here all by yourself? No, no... I'm going to enjoy this."
Holly could hear him talking softly to himself, but loud enough to be heard. "Now what to do about these clothes of yours..."
Holly turned as far as mobility allowed, and screamed through her cloth gag. "Go fuck yourself, you bastard!"
"Now, now... Someone needs to be taught manners. I can't even be sure what you just tried to tell me, but it certainly doesn't sound very nice. Now. I wouldn't recommend you move for this next part. Knives cut whatever they come in contact with, and if you wiggle, that will be you."
