Amy was hurrying home from her summer job at Starbucks's. It was a warm and gloomy day in Spartanburg, SC. Her parent's home wasn't far from her job, but there was an intervening forest of spruce, hemlock, and fir which she generally walked around. The trees in the small forest were not tall, but dense and lacked an understory except for a few sprouts of pine trees. Walking through this patch of evergreens was difficult and much like looking at Christmas trees at the farmer's market except for the type and density.
Nothing out of the ordinary had ever happened at this location, but she still got the chills thinking about entering the canopy of evergreens. She had always hated this tiny group of trees unless she was playing with her family or friends, but that was years ago when she was in middle school. Now she was a rising senior at Wofford, College.
Her first step into the trees landed on a loose limb. It snapped with a cracking sound which startled a covey of quail, and they flushed with a loud clapping of wings. Surprised by the birds, she uttered a shriek. She was embarrassed by being scared.
Before going further into the compact foliage, she twisted her long black hair into a bun and because her work shirt was too tight, she shifted her ample breast. Ducking between two spruce trees she stumbled into a giant spider web. "Damn," she said removing the material of the web from her face, hair, and chest. She stopped about midway through the trees because she heard a noise. She smiled when a cottontail ran away from her. Stepping out of the last few trees, she heard a sound behind her. Turning she saw nothing, but unexpectedly she was pushed from behind and sprawled in the pine needle covered ground.
The wind was knocked out of her, and before she could yell, a hand covered her mouth, and two legs straddled her body. She tried to push him off, but he was too sturdy and forceful.
"Don't make a sound," a male voice said. Something was wrapped around her mouth and face. He pulled her hands behind her back and tied them with what felt life a leather belt.
She struggled but to no avail. She was picked up by the top of her shirt, her belt and pushed back into the pines. As she stumbled and pushed along, she felt the pain from her fall, and his hand in the middle of her back. After a short distance, they came to an opening in the trees and she saw a Kaminer camping stove, a backpack, and a sleeping bag. Her eyes widened at the sight of the sleeping bag resting on a tall pile of pine needles. She was going to be raped.
He pushed her into a spruce tree and held his body against hers.
Amy felt his erection through his pants and her slacks. She felt a chill in her core. The needles of the Spruce hurt, and the erection poking into her bottom was scary. Her shirt was tugged from her slacks. She tried to move, but he pushed her harder into the tree. Her top was freed, pushed above her bra strap, and the bra was unfastened. She tried to scream but couldn't.
Thumbs slipped between her hips, panties, and slacks and he pulled them to her knees. A breeze blew across her moist twat causing her to shiver.
She tried to widen her legs, but he held them in place.
He kept her firmly against the tree, dropped and pulled her panties and slacks over her shoes. With an arm around her neck, he unbuttoned her blouse. "Are you a virgin?"
Amy hesitated before she nodded her head up and down.
He laughed softly. "That's what I thought."
As she struggled to maintain her balance, he untied her hands, pulled her blouse and bra down her arms. She was completely naked.
She tried to grab him to tear his eyes out, but he was too fast.
He pulled her arms and hands above her head tying them tight.
Amy was struggling to breath because of her exertion and the rag over her mouth.
