Author's note: This story contains scenes of non-consent and rape fantasy. If this is a sensitive, offensive, or triggering topic for you I suggest finding a different story to read. Otherwise, enjoy!
"Fancy a drive through the forest, little one?" Vincent asked.
Kitty's face lit up. Going for drives was her favourite reward, though she couldn't think what she had done to deserve one today.
"It's not for you," Vincent said, reading her thoughts. "I want to find some nice mushrooms to photograph."
"Well of course, Sir," she replied, beaming, eager to please her Dom.
"Good. Go and freshen up and we'll get going. And wear that pink dress!"
While Vincent packed the car, Kitty made her way to the bathroom, collecting the chosen pink dress on her way. She put it on, and admired the way it stretched across her chest, barely holding her tits in. The flared skirt only just covered her arse, and when she spun around it flew up, giving anyone looking a nice view.
"No wonder Sir asked me to wear this," she thought to herself.
She brushed her hair and put a sweet white headband on, along with a slick of pink lipgloss and her favourite pink collar. Kitty was the picture of innocence.
Vincent knew she was anything but.
"Are you ready, little one?" Vincent called from the front porch.
Kitty walked out to meet him, smoothing her dark hair behind her ear.
"You tell me, Sir!" she smirked, spinning around.
"Hmmm. Very nice," he approved, grabbing a handful of Kitty's arse. "Get in the car, you little temptress."
An hour later, they were deep in the forest. A fox darted across the road in front of them.
"Awwww Sir! Look how cu-- OWWWW!" Kitty yelled, looking down at the fresh hand print on her thigh.
She knew she should have expected it. One of Sir's favourite driving games was to rake his fingernails across Kitty's fishnet stockings, then slap hard when she least expected it. Kitty looked at Vincent. His face gave away nothing. It had been a harder slap than usual, and she whimpered, rubbing her leg better.
Vincent stopped the car.
"This seems like a good place for what I'm looking for," Vincent remarked, grinning at Kitty evilly.
Something told Kitty they weren't just after mushrooms and cool dead trees to photograph, but the thought quickly left her mind as she took in their surroundings.
"It's so pretty here!"
Oak trees reached up to the sky, wisened old things that had seen generations of explorers venture into these parts. Ferns and wildflowers of every colour dotted the cool, dark ground, accentuated here and there by moss covered logs. The afternoon sun crept through the tree branches creating individual beams of light. Kitty imagined it to be a fairy glen, and wondered what other creatures might be hiding there.
"Come on," Vincent said, breaking her reverie. He grabbed his camera and they started exploring.
With the exception of their footsteps and the occasional click of the camera, it was eerily quiet. Not even a single bird was singing. The stillness creeped Kitty out. Still, she was delighted to be amongst the trees and out adventuring instead of fucking in a motel room. Vincent had already had her twice that morning and she wasn't in the mood for any more.
She thought too soon.
Vincent came up behind her and grabbed her tits hard. Kitty groaned and pushed his hands away, preferring to enjoy the leafy surroundings instead.
