Chapter 1 - The Summer of Freedom
After one last step, Jane finally collapsed to the ground and took a deep breath. It had been a long trek through the woods, but the view made it all worth it. Lake Superior was just a few feet away, glistening beautifully in the late evening sun. Sighing of relief, Jane pulled her backpack off her tired shoulders. She would just take a quick dip in the lake before setting up her camp for the night.
Jane stripped out from her sweaty, blue shorts and matching t-shirt, letting them fall onto the ground. Jane pulled off her underwear - a practical sports bra and a pair of comfortable boxers, throwing them in the air. The young woman sprinted towards the lake and dove head-first into the water. It was reckless, she knew, to dive into unknown waters with so little caution. But excitement and danger went hand in hand: one could rarely have one, without the other.
For ten or fifteen minutes, Jane floated in the lake, looking at the magnificent view. The sun was setting: the orange, red and yellow hues of the sky made the atmosphere almost magical. It was the last month of summer vacation before university started up again. Jane was determined to enjoy her last summer of freedom to its fullest. The following year wouldn't be as liberating: Even if she was left with free time, Jane thought it unlikely she would have any energy to use it after a long shift at the ER.
Lost in thought, Jane didn't notice the stranger when he first approached. But as the figure reached the lakeside, Jane finally saw him: a muscular man with dark-brown hair, and a cleanly shaven face. He was handsome, but not at all the type to hike around in a forest. The man seemed too clean and orderly, to find anything enjoyable about nature. Jane didn't mind the man's presence though; she actually enjoyed it. She would have fun, making the stranger squirm awkwardly, when he realized that he had imposed on a naked woman swimming in the woods.
Jane got up from the water nonchalantly, not making any effort to cover her naked body. Instead, she stretched her arms behind her head, and ran her hands through her long, brown hair. She made sure to pretend as if she didn't see the stranger; like she was innocently minding her own business. Jane then looked towards the man, who was sitting on a rock at the shoreline, next to her things. The man didn't even pretend like he wasn't looking. He was openly staring, and didn't look away even as he noticed Jane staring back.
"Hey, what the fuck are you looking at!" shouted Jane, feigning offense.
In truth, Jane wasn't offended in the slightest. But she was curious. Usually, when she showed off her body, men at least pretended not to stare. She'd never met someone so blatant in their ogling. Even though Jane knew all men looked, most thought she didn't notice. But this one didn't seem to mind Jane catching him. It seemed he wanted Jane to notice that he was looking.
"Are you deaf!" Jane shouted again, when she got no reply.
Jane made no effort to cover up her body, but let her large breasts bob up and down, as she walked briskly towards the man. The man didn't seem to have any interest in talking, though. He just stared at Jane, staring at her naked body. It was impossible to tell what he was thinking. If he was aroused, he hid it well. If anything could offend Jane, that would be it. She wasn't used to men not being interested in her.
After a few more steps, Jane finally reached her things, which were lying on the ground next to where the man was sitting. She huffed and puffed in anger, and pulled out a towel out of her backpack. This time, Jane wasn't faking her upset. She was offended and hurt by the man's lack of interest. Jane dried herself quickly, and pulled out some fresh clothes from her bag. She kept the towel on while she dressed, no more in the mood for any games.
Jane was just stepping into a pair of undies, when the man tugged at her towel, so that it fell to the ground. Jane gasped, surprised, and lost her balance. The stranger snatched Jane up, before she was able to fall. He took the towel with one hand, and placed it flat on the ground. He then pushed Jane on top of the soft surface, so that she was lying on her stomach, with her perky ass exposed to the air.
"What the fuck? Stop it!" Jane screamed, as she realized what was happening.
Jane had only meant to tease the man, not to sleep with him. It was not that she wouldn't have slept with him, if he'd asked... but she didn't want it to happen like this. Jane was used to being in control, and for men to beg for her touch. Now that she wasn't in control, she didn't feel comfortable in her own skin. It was like the whole universe was thrown out of order. It wasn't how things were supposed to go.
"Stop it, asshole!" Jane shouted again.
"Shut up slut," was all the man said, as he disregarded Jane's protests.
The stranger pinned Jane's body down against the ground, so that she couldn't lift herself up. He then reached into his pocket to pull out a thin rope. Quickly and decisively, he wrapped it around Jane's hands, and tied them behind her back. Jane fought back, but was too weak to prevent being restrained.
"Fuck you!" Jane spat, as she tried to kick the man off her.
"SHUT UP!" the man commanded once more.
The man unbuckled his belt and pulled it into his hands. He then sat on Julie's legs so that she couldn't move them. Then the man swung his belt, and slapped Jane's bottom with it. Jane gasped when she felt the harsh pain against her sensitive skin. The man swung his belt again, and again, until the pain was almost too much to bear. Tears were welling up in Jane's eyes, even though she was fighting her emotions.
"Will you shut up now, whore?" the man asked again.
Jane only nodded, as she was too afraid to speak in response.
"Good girl," the man groaned, in a low voice.
Jane was disgusted by herself, when she realized how good the stranger's approving words made her feel. She felt like she was riding an emotional rollercoaster, tossing and turning with the insults and praises thrown at her. Jane had felt offended, when she thought he didn't want her. Now she didn't want him, as he was taking her by force. But still, Jane felt a tingle in her spine, when he whispered those sweet words... It didn't make any sense.
Spreading Jane's legs open, the man shoved his fingers between her legs. He was met with little resistance, and was easily able to slide his fingers into Jane's wet pussy. Jane flushed with embarrassment. She had been excited before, when she teased him with her nakedness. But now she was even more aroused, even though she knew she shouldn't be.
"Mmmm. You're such a slut, aren't you?" the man stated, not really looking for an answer. "Showing off your perfect tits, pretending like you didn't see me. You really thought I wouldn't notice?"
The stranger continued exploring Jane's pussy: first one finger, then two, disappeared inside of her. The man pushed his fingers in and out, making Jane soaking wet. His other hand slid under Jane's body, so that it could circle her clit. Jane moaned inadvertently, even though she tried to hide her arousal.
"That's it, cum for me, slut."
The man continued fingering Jane, working faster and harder, until the feeling of pleasure was overbearing. Jane's moans grew louder, until she felt a wave of ecstasy wash over her. She couldn't help herself, as she came on command for the stranger.
"Didn't take much for you to finish, huh? Sluts like you are so easy."
As Jane's excitement settled, she felt utterly despicable. How could she have done that? Came for a man like that - who had forced his fingers inside of her, and called her derogatory names? Jane felt on the verge of tears again, as she felt shame bubbling inside of her.
"I'm not a slut," Jane whimpered with tears in her eyes.
"You act like a slut, cum like a slut..." the man said coldly, as he picked up his belt, and fastened it back onto his jeans, "what else should I call you?"
Jane didn't answer, but just lied on her towel, not moving. She was relieved when the man started putting his clothes back on. It seemed he wasn't interested in anything else from her. Did he really do all that, just to humiliate her? To make her cum, and call her a slut for it? "He's right, you know. If you weren't a slut, you wouldn't have come," Jane's mind mocked.
"I asked you a question. What's your name, slut?"
"Mary," said Jane quietly, not wanting to give her real name.
"Stop lying, cunt. Tell me your real name. Or do you want me to hit you again?"
"Jane," she said finally, after a moment of hesitation. How could he have known that she was lying, so easily?
"Good girl."
"Can you untie me now?" Jane groaned, struggling against her restraints.
"No."
"Why not?"
"I'm not done with you."
Jane gulped, as she anxiously thought of what those words might mean. What else might he want from her?
Before Jane could worry about it too much, she was pulled to her feet. The man dragged Jane harshly, pulling on her restrained arms. He pushed and pulled, until they reached a flashy red convertible. The man pushed Jane into the passenger seat, while he jumped into the driver's seat. He drove away quickly, seemingly eager to get to his destination.
"Wait, my stuff! I need to get my stuff!" shouted Jane, panicking. Her phone, her wallet, and her ID were all in the backpack that was left by the lakeside.
"You won't need it."
Jane's whole body tensed, as she thought about those words. Why wouldn't she need them? Did that mean that he'd never let her go? "He's probably going to kill you. And you're such a dumb slut, you probably deserve it," Jane's inner voice chanted, laughing at her stupidity for taking a solo backpacking trip across the wilderness of Lake Superior.
"My mom will look for me. She's expecting me home for the weekend. She knows I'm backpacking in the area, so you'll be caught soon enough," Jane lied, hoping to make the man reconsider his actions.
Jane was not really expected to be home for another month - and she hadn't really shared the details of her trip with anyone. Coming to Lake Superior was really a spur-of-the-moment thing, so even Jane hadn't known about it a week ago. She couldn't really explain it, but there was something that had drawn her to Lake Superior that weekend. Jane was now reconsidering her whole way of life - it felt great to be spontaneous, and live on the edge... until something like this happens.
"No, I don't think so," answered the man casually, clearly not rattled by the idea of being caught. "I looked in your bag when you were swimming. You had clean clothes packed for at least two weeks, maybe even a month."
"I just like packing extra, just in case. You never know what the weather will be like!"
