You and Tara had been planning this camping holiday for months. Two weeks away from the rat race. No work, no fumes and no men. True it meant no Jerry Springer for a while, but you could just about put up with that for a while.
You had chosen a nice clearing in the woods, close by the river, a beautiful, clear river, unspoilt by the toxins of industrialisation.
The first couple of nights had been fantastic. The quiet of the woods, and the chance to kiss and cuddle away from prying eyes. Not that you were lesbians, and in fact you both had boyfriends back at home. But you had been "Special" friends for along time, many years.
On the fourth day provisions were running low, which meant someone had to go to the local town, ten miles away, to get some shopping. Tara couldn't be trusted, ad she was a shopaholic. So it meant you had to go.
It was about four when you returned to camp, to find it strangely quiet.For some reason Tara didn't have the radio blaring away in her usual fashion. You call her name, but there is no answer. You decide that maybe she has gone to the river, knowing her love of the water.
You are just entering the tent when you catch sight of her from the corner of your eye. At first it looks as if she is standing against a tree, but as you get closer you see the ropes around her waist. chest and neck, holding her to the tree. Closer still and you see the gag, which is why she did not answer your call.
As you rush over to help her, there is a rustle of trees, and you are grabbed by a pair of huge hands, clamping your arms to your side You struggle to get free, but the grip is far too strong for you, and you cannot get free. Just then three other men appear from the trees, dressed in woodsmans clothes. One of them calls out to his friends. "Told you there was another one. I saw her last night".
As the men move closer you see that one of them has a knife in his hands. He moves right up to you, and places the knife in the waist band of your thin skirt. Seconds later the skirt is lying on the ground at her feet, the knife cutting right through then thin material.
"Not bad", he says, touching your panties with the point of the night. "Get the ropes," he says to the others, "and we'll tie her up like her friend there".
Struggle as you may, you cannot escape the huge arms, and soon the men have you standing with your back to a large tree. Your hands are pulled back, and around the tree, and then tied together, or as near as they can get. This prevents you from moving, and they have little trouble doing the same to your legs.
