Independent Jana Goes Solo Camping

Warning! This is strictly a deviant story in my dark mind and in no way should ever be attempted by anyone. The themes more heavily emphasized in this piece are non-consensual, humiliation, one woman with multiple men, and blurry lines between pain and pleasure. These completely fictitious characters are also all over the age of 18.

Not for you? That's fine! Probably should pick a different story. I still love ya though.

"Are

you

ready for

this

?" Janna's husband John had asked her pointedly, looking her directly in the eyes.

"Of course," she had replied.

He had been headed out on a long trip to the East Coast. He had some kind of plan for their small business that he claimed had the potential to change their lives. But it meant a long trip with a lot of heavy workdays.

When she asked about the details, he would get stressed, and she knew this meant he wanted to handle it on his own. It was hard to let it go though, as she was admittedly controlling over the details of their lives. But they did talk about what changes they would make if he managed to get the result he was looking for, so she was excited he seemed so sure of his plan.

That meant Janna was committed to give him the space he needed to get the outcome he desired. She didn't want to micromanage his plans like she tended to do. So she decided to go camping off-grid, effectively making them both non-reachable to the other.

So here she was. Janna set the last of her food down. She had just successfully set up her first solo campsite. She had finally decided to check off an item on her bucket list and experience camping completely alone.

Out of all her friends, Jana was the super-camper. She was proficient at starting fires, and she could cook something up from nothing. So it was only fair when she had the opportunity to go somewhere without her husband, she wanted to prove she could camp alone.

The spot she chose was idyllic. Deep in the Oregon wilderness, the site sported a beautiful river with creeks that branched off in several directions. The vegetation surrounding the camp spaces was established enough to separate each spot without seeing your neighbor. She liked that you couldn't see them, and they couldn't see you. The drive into the campsite was at least a quarter mile long, so any noise she might have heard from the main road was obsolete. Jana felt very secluded.

When she came into the campground two hours ago, every space she passed was empty. She decided she would take a walk up to the camp host and pay for her spot while looking to see if any of the other spaces had filled up yet.

She still hadn't seen any fellow campers as she approached the camp hosts trailer. She wondered to herself if she should knock. Before she decided however, the door swung open.

A man stuck his head out, tucking his sandy blonde hair behind his ear. He was tall, easily six and a half feet, and quite strong looking. His eyes lit up when he saw Jana.

"Sorry, I didn't hear you come in! We haven't had a lot of visitors lately, what with the fire restrictions. People tend to sneak in without me noticing," he said as he stepped down the stairs, approaching Jana with his hand extended. She went to shake it, but he pulled her into him, dragging her into a tight hug.

"Mark's going to love you," he said huskily as he put his hand on her shoulder and held her out in front of him, quickly appraising her tight, but voluptuous body.

Janna immediately pulled her arm out of his reach, crossing them over her chest reflexively. She felt very aware of this man's appreciation of her, like he had been expecting her and was happy with what he saw.

"I'm sorry, what? I don't know Mark, I'm just here for a few nights of camping. I hadn't checked in yet," her words trailed off, not knowing what else to say to this man.

The camp host looked at her for another beat before he snapped out of it and addressed Janna.

"I'm sorry pretty lady! I must have gotten you confused with someone else! My apologies! I can of course take your money for the spot. That'll be $15 a night," He said. His good-old-boy accent seemed to get soupier as he backpedaled.

Janna stared at the man uncomfortably, wondering if she should see this as a red flag, but she was already set up. Also, he obviously assumed she was someone else. No harm no foul.

Right?

Janna paid for her space and politely told the man to have a nice evening. She began walking back. Again, she marveled at how reclusive everything felt. And still, no fellow campers.

As she was walking, she heard a truck come in behind her. She turned her head to look, but the thick foliage made it impossible to see who had arrived. Maybe she wouldn't be alone after all?

A moment later, a truck pulled up behind her, slowing down as she came into view. She walked closer to the edge of the road, allowing them enough space to move past her.

As the truck slowly pulled up next to her, she glanced up, seeing a man in the passenger side of a Chevy quad cab. His arm sported a tattoo covering from his fingertips to underneath the sleeve of his shirt. Dark shades covered his eyes. His blonde hair was buzzed close to his head and his chiseled jaw gave him a sexy look.

Sexy look? Get a grip Janna, what was that? She laughed at her own thought.

They came to a stop beside her, the man in the passenger seat looking down at her from his perch above in the extra tall truck.

"You here camping, gorgeous?" the man asked in a low voice.

The way he addressed her sent a shiver down her back. She loved when a man looked at her like he wanted to eat her up. She couldn't help herself. Her husband never looked at her like that though.

"Yeah, I'm just right here," she said in a flirty tone as she gestured to her spot.

"Looks like we're neighbors," he said with a low chuckle, obviously noticing her scan of him.

Janna's long dark hair flipped as she waved her fingers at him and turned her back, but not before noticing him taking a hard look down her low cut shirt she had changed into upon arriving.

The two men moved on to their space. Janna was determined to not sit and watch while they set up there site. She grabbed her camp chair, some snacks, and her video camera to head out and find a quiet space to set up in one of the creeks that shot off from the main river. She wanted a nice, cool space while making her videos for her vlog.

She had found a perfect spot that was well away from the campsites and felt very secluded. She set her chair up along the stream and positioned the camera on its tripod. She would do her yoga and stretching poses on a picturesque crop of rocks she had found.

She moved throughout her favorite poses, stretching her lithe but curvy body in all ways. At only just over five feet, she was going to look very small in this big expanse of nature.

Her bright green eyes peered into the video camera and made easy, but informative commentary on what she wanted her viewers to do as she guided them. She arched her back one second and stuck her ass out the next.

After a while, she figured she had done enough for her

regular

page... now she needed to get a couple videos for her

side

page. She hadn't told her husband about this project yet. And she was pretty sure he wouldn't approve. But she needed a little something forbidden since she had become such a tame girl.

Janna glanced around again to ensure she was alone and pealed off her shirt and pants along with her underwear, now completely nude. She went through essentially the same routine, only this time it was for a different set of fans.

She was back in downward dog, her bare pussy facing the camera, now sporting a healthy sheen from her excitement of being in the woods, bared and vulnerable.

She was so enraptured with the feeling of warm air against her bare body, she didn't notice she was no longer alone. Suddenly, there was a commotion near her camera setup. She stood abruptly and faced the noise.

It was two men, one being the man she saw in the passenger window of the truck from earlier. She now noticed how tall he was, not as tall as the camp host but damn close. They had on camouflage gear, like they were hunting. How did she not hear them approach?

The guy she saw earlier picked up her camera. The man he was with, obviously the driver she hadn't seen in the truck, was shorter than his friend but still tall at probably 6 feet. He had even wider shoulders. He had long dark hair pulled back from his face. His t-shirt strained against his massive biceps. On his neck was a tattoo of a devil with bright horns creeping up either side of his right ear. He whistled at his buddy as he split off from him, rounding to Janna's right side.

"Look who we have here. Is this our neighbor?" he drew out the word neighbor like he was taunting her.

Janna turned red, fully aware her twat had been their view as they had stealthily stalked her. She moved forward to grab her clothes, but the driver easily picked them up before she could reach them.

"It's ok honey, you don't have to get dressed for us," the first man leered, "Looks like someone is going to see this anyway."

He laughed as he lifted up the camera, messing with the controls. He stopped and watched the screen intently.

With a husky voice he said, "Looks like you've been at this for a while. And this is a very full memory card. Tell me darlin', how much of this is you with no clothes on?"

Janna had been standing there, completely nude, trying to cover herself as best she could with her two arms. She pressed one arm over her large chest, and one over her exposed sex, knowing she was failing to fully hide either. Her face got even hotter as she realized they were implying they could look at her video just because she makes them for her Just Fans.

She napped, "That's none of your business. This is a private show, and I would appreciate you going now. Give me my clothes back."

Janna was trying to sound as authoritative as possible, but her voice wavered a bit.

The man with the arm tattoo looked at the driver of the truck and said, "Greg! Looks like we got a strong independent woman!" He said it with an exaggerated sassiness that had Janna boiling.

"Fuck you," she snapped, forgetting to keep her large tits covered as she pointed her finger in the man's face.

That was her first mistake. In a flash, he struck his hand out and grabbed hers, yanking it down and spinning her around so she was now pressed with her back to him. He quickly bear-hugged her to his chest, her exposed ass pressed against his jean-covered crotch. He held both her arms behind her. The one named Greg quickly maneuvered across the rocks to wedge Janna from the front.

She was pinned, completely naked, between two strangers before she knew it. The terror rose up in her, threatening to choke her. But there was also something else. She felt the sensation of their clothes, the buttons and zippers scraping against her exposed skin. She felt the man behind her growing noticeably stiff even through his clothes, his erection poking into her back. A tremor of excited energy thrummed low in her, the apex of her legs at once heating up.

Was she seriously getting turned on right now? What was wrong with her?

Through her initial fear, she couldn't help but notice the two men. They were her type, though not at all like her husband, a man she had married when she decided to stop playing with these kind of guys. They were big, tall, gruff and tattooed. They looked like the type of man she used to go into heat over before she decided to be a good girl.

Her core began to heat up more as she considered her situation.

No. No! She refused to admit to being turned on. She was an independent woman. She was no longer wild like she used to be. She should be able to do normal things and be happy with that. She wasn't doing this.

"Listen," she reasoned, "I do make videos, yes. But I choose who watches them. I choose to make money

online

. But I have a choice who I sell to. I do

not

have things chosen for me."

She shot her chin up in defiance, as if they somehow knew that wasn't always the case. That not so long ago, she would have welcomed their interruption.

The man who's name she didn't know yet scoffed at her, grabbed her throat from his position behind her and pulled her in closer to him.

He spoke into her ear, whispering, "I bet you don't have that choice taken away from you nearly enough. I bet you have a man that let's you do whatever the fuck you want to do. Let's you be the ball buster, doesn't he? You need to learn. Right now, in fact. Your choice is now revoked."

He plunged his hand down, rubbing furiously at her pussy lips, harshly spreading them open with his invasive movements. She bucked against him, only succeeding in pressing her bare ass into his growing cock. He held her tighter, stilling her movements so he could press two fingers into her sopping and already heated hole.

"She's wet!" he announced with a laugh.

She struggled forward now, raising her hands up Greg's body in an attempt to pull herself away from the other man's demanding fingers, but it only made it easier for Greg to pin her wrists against his chest.

The man behind her took advantage of her immobile state and began to drag her lower body back by her hips while Greg stood his ground. They were stretching her between the two of them. Her arms still pinned to Greg's chest, her face was now just above his large bulge hidden in his pants, her body parallel to the ground.

Even though they were on the side of a creek bed, the determination they had made their movements sure and sturdy. She, on the other hand, was trying desperately to get out from between them. She couldn't seem to make her legs work but also couldn't stop her pussy from getting wetter.

The man with the arm tattoo now loomed over her bent body, beginning to pet her ass with his hand. Janna squirmed against the slow torture from the large man.

A low moan escaped her pursed lips as she felt his rough skin graze over her clit. She closed her eyes in humiliated desperation, praying they weren't noticing her body's rebellion against her own survival instinct.

"I don't know Greg, I think she likes it," the man playing with her heated center said to his cohort.

He slowed his pace and kneaded in a firm but circular touch, as if to test his theory. Janna tensed, unbelievable shame rolling through her knowing she wouldn't be able to fake not being turned on. But she didn't want them to think she wanted this. Because she didn't.

Right?

The man slowly began increasing his pace. He had her held down with his body in one arm, the other arm was drawing those agonizingly precise circles over her clit.

Janna's eyes snapped back open when she realized the inevitable was going to happen. His slower teasing lit a fire in her and there was no way she could stop it. It just felt so good. So hot. So familiar.

Her body began to rock rhythmically against his fingers of it's own accord and rode them, fully shamed, until she was whimpering for release. Her eyes had rolled back into her head while her body rocked on this dominating stranger's fingers.

She came so hard, she momentarily forgot where she was. She was trying not to admit she felt incredible. She let her full weight go limp, but the man behind her still had one arm around her waist. She hardly dropped at all.

"We're not nearly done with you," he whispered in her ear.

Jana was in shock. She had just come at the hands of a man who was forcing himself onto her. She burned in shame. She promised herself she would stay away from this kind of play, but when it found her, she still responded with desire. She needed to think. She needed-

Her thoughts were interrupted as her jaw was pulled open and a cock entered her mouth. She snapped back to present and saw that Greg had pulled his pants down and was now fucking her face. She couldn't move her hands as he still had them held to his chest. She couldn't shift over because the man behind her was now holding up the entire ass-end of her body, her feet helplessly off the floor. She felt his body shift slightly as he palmed his cock out of his pants. He moved to position her in front of him.

She couldn't believe how strong they were. The ability to just hold her body weight like she was some kind of inflatable fuck doll was undeniably hot. She was getting wetter and wetter, but angrier and angrier at her thrill.

He had been rubbing the head of his large cock between her thighs, the position he held her in making it rub against her already sensitive clit. He just kept rubbing it, back and forth, stirring more heat. Janna tried to cry out, but the dick in her mouth made it indecipherable. Yet, she was contradicting her mind by instinctively moving her ass towards his cock, trying to impale herself each time he moved close to her entrance.

She finally was able to wrench her head to the side, Greg's heavy cock dropping out of her mouth.

"Please don't hurt me," she begged quietly. "I'll do whatever you want."

Greg slapped her face and asked, "You're not asking us to stop?"

She remained quiet, but her face turned a deeper shade of red. Greg put his cock back in her mouth.

The man behind her laughed again and said, "I want to get to know you Janna. My name is Mark. I'm very invested in the time we're going to spend together."

Janna stopped. Mark? Could it be the Mark the host had mentioned? Then she got cold, realizing something else. She tried to spit out Greg's cock one more time, but he had her tightly against him, closing up her throat and not allowing conversation. She struggled to breathe but she was dying to know.

How did he know my name?

She didn't have long to think about it when she felt the stretch of Mark's cock enter her roughly. He was now seated fully in her, and her mouth was completely full of Greg.

She had never been spit-roasted before, though she had always wanted to explore it. Once she turned her back to her old ways and married John, it was never going to happen. He was not that kind of guy. Now she was experiencing something she wanted so badly, but it was coming from two men she didn't even know. Did that make it hotter? She closed her eyes as she realized for her, it did.

They rocked in and out of her, both men finding a rhythm on either side of her that felt undeniably good, but horribly wrong. She was getting disgusted at the dark part of her brain that was relishing in the sick attention.

Greg grabbed a handful of hair and lifted her body up, moving her forward to him. Mark moved with her, his large girth never leaving her body. Greg pulled her in for a deep, forceful kiss.

Janna tensed and bit down hard, the kiss reminding her she

should

be against this. A drop of blood now bloomed on his bottom lip.

He slapped her face again and growled out, "Bitch there will be no biting! If you do it again, I will not let you come again today."

Janna struggled more and defiantly yelled in his face, "I'll bite your lip off!"

The two men looked at each other, but instead of anger on their face, they shared a funny look between them.

"Well darlin', we came prepared for that," Mark said, still fully inside me. From his back pocket, he pulled out two lengths of rope.

Janna's eyes widened as she realized what they were going to do. She shot up, managing to dislodge the thick cock inside her and tried to make a dash for it. Greg still had a tight grip on her wrists. He easily held her in place, her strength no match for his.

They wrestled her to the dirty ground amongst the sticks and mud from the creek. Her bare body was being ravaged, the debris poking and cutting her delicate skin. They wrenched her arms behind her back and tied them together, one tie at her wrists, the other at her elbows. She struggled and pulled, but it was impossible. She was just so small, and they were so big. She knew she would be bloody and bruised the more she fought them while on the forest floor. Finally, she stopped struggling, knowing there was no way to avoid this.