Cheryl's Hie

Cheryl was two hours into her hike and feeling good about herself. The trail was a ten mile loop, and she had already put four behind her. A month ago Cheryl had resolved to get off her ass and exercise more. Twenty five years old and 5' 4", she was already thin at 120lbs, but she wanted to be healthier, to be able to run several miles without stopping, but she knew she had a long way to go.

A short time later she came across another hiker sitting near the path, apparently enjoying his lunch and the sounds of nature. The hiking trail wasn't commonly used, and this was the first person she had run into so far. Cheryl and the man made brief eye contact but exchanged no words. When his eyes met hers she felt a chill down her back and quickened her pace. She could feel his eyes slowing following her as she continued forward, trying her best to ignore it. He calmly continued eating his lunch, his gaze never leaving Cheryl until she disappeared down the trail.

An hour later and Cheryl had to stop to catch her breath. She had been walking faster ever since the encounter, but was feeling better now, having put some distance between them. It had been a tough uphill climb and Cheryl was definitely tired, but felt confident she could complete the remaining miles. She sat down on a stump overlooking the valley below, taking in the beautiful sight. Looking out over the landscape, she realized she could see the trail that she had just hiked. She traced her route back down the incline of the valley, twisting and turning through rocks and trees. As she followed it her eyes suddenly stopped. Below, about a mile back, was the man from the earlier. He was just standing there, still as a statue. Cheryl squinted and realized he was staring back at her. She felt the same chill from earlier down her spine. She immediately had an intense gut feeling that this man meant her harm.

Cheryl started to get up when the man suddenly took off, running down the path she had just taken. Cheryl froze, her pulse spiking. Unsure of what to do and not wanting to wait around, her flight or fight response kicked in. She grabbed her bag and started sprinting down the trail away from the man as fast as she could. She reached into her pocket to grab her phone, but being this far out in the woods meant no signal. "Fuck!" she screamed out into the trees.

After less than a minute of running Cheryl felt her lungs and legs burning, forcing her to slow down. She thought about the trail. She had a mile lead, but she was no athlete. Considering how fast the man was going, she figured she had perhaps twenty minutes before he caught up, maybe slightly more if she could keep moving. But she knew running was hopeless; even with her head start she'd never manage to stay ahead over another five miles.

Cheryl pressed on with every ounce of her strength, her panicked mind wracking itself for any other idea, until a stitch in her side forced her to slow down to a crawl. Terror began to set it. She knew she had no hope of reaching the end before the man, and he was likely only a few minutes away at this point, maybe less. She looked around and, seeing no other choice, headed off the trail and into the wilderness.

Cheryl wandered through the trees, desperately trying to find a place to hide, but quickly became disoriented and lost. She slowly made her way through the forest, unsure if she was going towards or away from her pursuer. Suddenly, she heard the sound of something nearby, and quickly hid behind some rocks, doing her best to stay hidden while shaking uncontrollably. She heard someone running through the forest, then come to a stop nearby. Cheryl knew it was the man. She held her breath, covering her mouth and nose with her hands, doing her best to suppress her trembling. She heard him walk close, then stop moving, presumably looking around for her. After a few moments, she heard him turn and slowly walk away. Overcome with relief and unable to contain the burning in her lungs any longer, she let a breath escape her lips.

Suddenly, she was harshly pulled up to her feet by her hair, then dragged out from her hiding spot and pushed up against a tree. She was caught. She let out a wail and screamed "please," but the man acted like he didn't even hear her. Cheryl thought about fighting, but knew it would be pointless. He weighed twice as much as her and she was unarmed and already exhausted from running. Letting her arms hang limp, she allowed him to bring her hands behind the tree and bind them together with a pair of solid metal handcuffs. Next, he placed a blindfold over her eyes, casting her into darkness. She sobbed into the blindfold as she slunk down to the ground, knowing she was defeated, completely at his mercy.

The man sat down nearby, his back resting against a tree. He was clearly in no rush, taking his time to slowly catch his breath after the pursuit. Cheryl spent the time recovering as well, trying to prepare her body and mind for what was about to happen. She tested her restraints but was unsurprised to find them strong and secure. She only had a few inches of give in any direction; enough to be comfortable, but not enough to meaningfully move. She had never felt so hopeless and dejected in her life, sitting here, silently waiting to be taken. It was an odd moment, two strangers sitting together in the woods, each catching their breath, oddly calm. Had Cheryl not been restrained and blindfolded an onlooker might have thought they were friends taking a break after a hike.

After the man had recovered, he made his way over to her. He grabbed her arm and pulled her up, effortlessly lifting her back to her feet. She stood there, arms bound behind her, head down, waiting for what would come next. He placed a finger under her chin and lifted it up, staring at her eyes through the blindfold. Cheryl could feel his gaze burning through the thick cloth. He pulled out a knife, pressing the cold steel against the warm skin of her cheek. Cheryl reflexively tried to back up before being immediately halted by the tree, tears starting to stream down her face. She turned her head back and away from him, but he kept the blade pressed against her until she reached the limit of her movement. He slid the blade down her face, visibly pushing into her skin but holding back just enough not to cut her. When he reached the top of her shirt he began to cut through the thin cloth. The sharp blade easily sliced through the cotton of her top as if it weren't even there. In mere moments her shirt fell apart, leaving nothing more than tatters on the ground. A similar treatment to her bra left Cheryl naked from the waist up. If Cheryl had any doubts before they were gone now; she had no question about his intentions.

She felt him slide a finger under each side of her shorts' waistband, dragging them down. Cheryl felt her mind and body becoming completely submissive, rationalizing that she should do whatever the man wanted in hopes that he might spare her life. She knew that he was in full control, and any resistance could be met with extreme punishment. While she considered herself a strong woman in her day to day life, Cheryl didn't have an ounce of pride or defiance left in her now. She lifted her feet to aid in the removal of her clothes, hating herself for helping this stranger to rape her. Her panties quickly followed, leaving Cheryl totally naked.

Cheryl first heard him reach into his backpack and grab something, then the shutter of his camera as he took picture after picture of her standing there, completely exposed. Cheryl had never had a nude photo taken of her before. She wondered if they would be for his personal use, or if she'd find them online one day, assuming she ever got home. A hand on her shoulder told Cheryl exactly what the man wanted. She knelt down, the rough sticks and soil of the forest floor digging into her skin. She heard his zipper slowly slide down, each click sending a tiny jolt through her body. Resigned to her fate, she opened her mouth for her captor, fighting the internal conflict of not just compliance but almost support for the torment he was inflicting on her. He slid his cock over her tongue and into the back of her throat, taking his time to savor the feeling. Cheryl tried to back up but was immediately stopped by the tree, forcing her to take every inch until his balls pressed against her chin.

He left his cock deep inside Cheryl's throat, giving her time to adjust to the size. She had never been with someone with such a big cock before, and was terrified of the prospect of it going inside her pussy in short order. Only able to breathe through her nose, Cheryl began rubbing her tongue over and around the man's dick, hoping that if she could make him cum he might spare her. He began slowly pumping his cock back and forth inside her mouth, gradually picking up speed over the course of several minutes. Unable to use her hands to wipe it up, Cheryl's spit ran down her chin and onto her breasts below. Every so often she heard the camera shutter go off several times in quick succession, a little piece of her dying inside with each photo.

Just as Cheryl thought he might be getting close, she felt him clamp down on her nose with his finger and thumb, which, combined with his cock in her mouth, completely blocked her from breathing. Cheryl immediately began to panic, but kept sucking, praying that he was about to finish in her mouth. The man increased his pace as her lips began to turn blue. Unable to control her body, she reflexively tried to push him away with her hands, but the cuffs held firm. Just as she was about to pass out, the man withdrew his cock, laying it on Cheryl's face as she gasped for breath.

Before she had a chance to recover, the man reached down between Chery's legs and rubbed his fingers up and down her slit, then brought them up to her mouth and forced her to lick them clean. Cheryl, ashamed, could taste how wet all of this had made her. Next, he grabbed her by the ankles and roughly pulled her forward, dragging her along the ground until she was on her back, arms still cuffed overhead around the tree. He pushed each of her ankles to the side, leaving her spread and exposed in front of him. Cheryl, gradually catching her breath, tried to brace for what was about to happen, only to be greeted with the sound of the camera shutter once again going off, her open pussy now the focus of attention. Before long the photos stopped and she heard the man take off his clothes. A moment later, she felt his weight on top of her as he settled into position, lining the tip of his cock up with the opening of her pussy. She had wondered if he would use a condom for this part, but he clearly had no intention of doing so.

Cheryl felt his raw cock slowly working its way into her dripping wet pussy inch by inch. Even with the blindfold, she closed her eyes and bit down hard, trying to accommodate his huge girth. Her pussy had never been stretched so far before, and she couldn't help but moan and cry out, unable to escape the violation. He hadn't even bothered to gag her; there was no one around for miles. She felt him continue to push until his balls rested against her asshole. Cheryl had never been so full before, and took short, quick breaths as she did her best to adapt. Click click went the camera shutter, capturing images of his cock buried inside her to the hilt, glistening with her juices.

After a few moments, he pulled out and slid back in, gradually building up a rhythm. Cheryl couldn't help but moan each time he fully penetrated her. She thought about how she ended up in this situation, tied to a tree in the middle of the woods, stripped naked, blindfolded, and fucked raw by a complete stranger. She swore to never go hiking again if she lived through the experience.

With each thrust Cheryl felt sticks and pebbles uncomfortably pressing into her body, exacerbated by the man's weight and force. The pain gradually faded from her mind as he picked up his pace, replaced by feelings of pleasure and the wet sound of her pussy eagerly being fucked. Cheryl realized at this rate he was going to make her cum on his dick, as she started involuntarily raising her hips to meet his thrusts. She wanted anything but to validate the rape by giving him the satisfaction of her orgasm, but she knew it was inevitable. The man's pace quickened as her own moans grew louder. She could tell he was close as well. Just as Cheryl was about to cum, she felt the man thrust deeper than he had before and explode inside her, causing her pussy to start convulsing and squeezing his cock, amplifying both orgasms. Lost in a tidal wave of pleasure and cumming harder than she ever had before, Cheryl felt his hot cum quickly overflow her pussy and then stream down her ass onto the ground below. After another minute he collapsed on top of her, both of them completely spent.

Immobilized by the man's weight, Cheryl mind gradually came down from her orgasm and took stock of the situation. She thought about how the man had fucked her raw and didn't hesitate for a moment to cum deep inside her pussy. She had never had sex without a condom before and wasn't on birth control. It was an especially risky time of the month for Cheryl. She thought about her rapist's sperm freely swimming into her womb, her pussy clenching around his cock as she wondered if she would get pregnant from the encounter.

After a few minutes the man withdrew his cock and got up off of Cheryl. With nothing left to hold it back, she felt the huge volume of cum that had been in her pussy flow out of her in a small river. She again listened to the man's camera as it took numerous pictures. Unsure of what would happen next, she was surprised to feel him kneeling above her chest and then his cock pressing against her mouth. She had never tasted herself before and wasn't intent on trying, pursuing her lips in resistance, but when he placed his knife back against her cheek, Cheryl reluctantly opened her mouth. She swirled her tongue over his cock, cleaning off the mixture of cum and her own juices, doing her best to suppress her gag reflex.

After she had sufficiently cleaned him off, the man got up and calmly put his clothes back on. He went over to Cheryl, still laying on the ground in a pool of her own filth, and pressed the knife against her neck. Cheryl couldn't help but start crying, thinking this was it, he was going to kill her. But instead, much to her relief, he undid the cuffs and released her. Cheryl lay there, dumbstruck, unsure of what to do. The man rolled her over so she was on her stomach, face down in the ground. He again took the knife, pressed it against her neck as if in warning, then simply stood up, grabbed his things, and walked away.

Cheryl lay there motionless, her body frozen, listening as the sound of the man walking through the woods grew more distant and faint, until she couldn't hear him at all anymore. She then waited motionless for another fifteen minutes before getting up, only to immediately feel even more cum pouring out of her from the sudden change in orientation. She looked around but the man had taken her shorts, bra, and panties, perhaps as a reminder of his conquest. She left her now worthless top, which was nothing but scraps of fabric. She rubbed her wrists, red from where the cuffs had bound her.

Cheryl made her way back to the trail, praying that no one else would be hiking and see her walking naked through the woods. Within a few hours she had managed to make her way back to her car, fortunately avoiding any other hikers. Cheryl drove home thinking about her ordeal, but couldn't help touching her pussy on the ride, knowing that his sperm were now inside her womb, working to impregnate her. She knew it was a terrible experience, but also the hardest orgasm she had ever had. Cheryl thought about whether or not to take plan B, and how soon she could go hiking again.