Three happy campers, Katherine, Elizabeth and Abigail, more commonly known as Kate, Liz and Abbie. Three young women with an average age of twenty, they were fit and healthy and looking forward to their holiday. They had a number of reasons to be happy with this particular camping trip.
The weather was good and, even though the camping grounds were still officially closed, it was a case of who you know rather than what you know. What they knew was that the campsite was officially closed for another two weeks. Who they knew was Kate's uncle, the chief ranger for the camping site and surrounding reserves.
Kate's uncle had granted them permission to come in early and they were able to select one of the best sites to pitch their tent. In addition, as the grounds weren't officially open, the standing camping fees had been waived. The young women effectively had the reserve to themselves, excluding any rangers they might encounter.
The weather was good and the three young women enjoyed their time off, mainly hiking, swimming and lazing around doing nothing.
It was Abbie who first found the snake in their little paradise. In the small hours of the morning she was woken by Mother Nature, tapping her on the shoulder. To be more precise, she was tapped on the bladder and rose, grumbling quietly to attend to nature's call.
Making her way back to the tent she was shocked when a hand closed over her mouth and another hand took a firm grip on her arm.
"Don't struggle or make a noise," a quiet voice warned her. "It might disturb the others and we wouldn't want to do that, would we?"
Abbie found herself being hustled down the short path that led to the nearby beach. Once they reached the beach Abbie found herself being forced down onto the sand. The hands withdrew, albeit with another warning about not screaming.
Abbie looked up at the dark figure standing over you.
"What are you going to do?" she asked nervously.
The stranger laughed.
"Seriously?" he asked. "If you can't guess let me give you a hint. It involves removing all your clothes and ravishing your sweet body. Feel free to struggle, but you'll find things go a lot easier if you don't. Like the cops tell you, don't resist."
Abbie looked up at her assailant, her mind racing. If she screamed, the others might wake up and come looking for her. But then again, he might just gag her if she did. And even if the others did wake up, how would they find her? It was dark and they wouldn't know where she was.
"Call me Travis," said the stranger. "Now let me help you out of those things you're wearing."
Travis settled onto the sand beside, feeling for her panties and tugging on them. Abbie grabbed at them, only to feel Travis tugging sharply, drawing them out of her fingers and down. With the panties gone, Travis turned his attention to her t-shirt, pulling it up, plainly intent on removing it. Abbie's attempts to retain the shirt were met with a pointed comment that Travis could just tear it in half, if that was what she wanted. Reluctantly, Abbie let it go.
Abbie was trembling slightly, dreading the imminent assault on her body. When, instead of having her legs roughly parted, a gentle hand closed around her breast, she almost screamed from reaction. As it was she gave a gasp that was answered by an amused laugh.
"Don't worry about it. I'm not going to just jump you," said Travis. "I'll take my time and give you a chance to adjust. If you feel like struggling when I finally do take you, feel free, but until then I suggest you just try to relax while I get acquainted."
"Relax?" thought Abbie. "How the hell do I relax with some stranger pawing my body, knowing he's going to fuck me when he's ready?"
She lay there trembling, feeling hands wandering over her breasts, teasing them, squeezing them, rubbing her nipples until they stood tall. She squirmed slightly, enjoying the touch on her breasts but hating the fact that it was being forced upon her.
Abbie flinched again when Travis moved a hand down and cupped her mound. She tensed, waiting to see what he would do. Infuriated, she realised that she was actually pressing upward against him. His teasing touches were stirring her up and her body was reacting.
A finger started lightly scratching along her lips, tracing along her slit. She could feel her pussy swelling from the attention, and dreaded the moment Travis started probing inside her. Despite her nervousness and anger, she was excited. Warm and wet and expectant.
Her lips were being eased apart and a finger was dipping down into her. She almost growled with baffled fury when Travis felt her readiness and laughed.
Abbie felt Travis's hands leave her, and she realised that he was stripping off his trousers. Finally her legs were being moved apart, not ruthlessly dragged, but eased gently, a hand pressing lightly against her knee causing Abbie to yield.
Travis was now between her thighs, leaning forward to lie on her. She could feel the hard ridge of his erection pressing against her and his hand moving to ease it into her.
"No!" Abbie decided she was not giving in without a fight. She twisted frantically, hammering at Travis. She would not let him do this.
Abbie heard Travis laughing. He was lying on top of her, holding her firmly pinned, his head wedged to the side of hers, nibbling at her ear.
Even while she struggled Abbie could feel his fingers easing apart her lips, then his cock was pressing against her, sliding smoothly into position.
Her struggle collapsed and, with a gentle laugh, Travis drove firmly into her, while her body yielded and welcomed him, closing around him as he came.
Swearing softly, Abbie glared up at the shadowy shape that covered her. She could feel him in her, filling her, and a part of her wondered how big he actually was. She was certainly feeling stretched and full. She winced slightly as Travis pressed more firmly against her. There was nothing she could do but wait til he finished.
Abbie found her body had its own thoughts on that subject. As Travis drove down into her, her body reacted, pushing joyfully up to welcome him. Travis's soft laughter as he felt her involuntary response further enraged her, not helped by the fact that she could feel the pleasure coursing through her as Travis drove hard into her.
Helplessly Abbie lay there, her hips bucking fiercely up to meet Travis, excitement and pleasure steadily building as Travis slammed repeatedly into her. Soon she was gasping, little squeaks popping out involuntarily as the pleasure built. She tried to swear at him, only to find herself squealing as Travis lifted his tempo, driving harder and faster.
She could feel the tension gathering in Travis and knew he was nearly read to climax. Unfortunately, she thought, so was she. It wasn't fair. Her boyfriend had to work hard to make her climax and Travis was doing it with apparent ease. Then she gasped and screamed as Travis succeeded, finding herself shaking as he also gave way to his own climax, flooding her with hot sperm.
Slowly gathering her wits together Abbie watched as Travis walked away, leaving her lying there. Cursing him, she slowly sat up and scrabbled for her clothes, paused, looked around on the sand and then cursed Travis again. The bastard had pinched her clothes. She was going to have to walk back to camp naked.
Abbie walked slowly back to the camp, grumbling under her breath and cursing Travis every step of the way. Arriving, she found Kate and Liz talking in a worried manner outside the tent. They sprang towards her when she called.
"Abbie, what happened?" asked Kate. "Something woke me and I saw you were missing I called out but you didn't answer so I woke Liz. You weren't anywhere around. Where did you go?
