Trigger warning: this story contains depictions of forced/non-consent fantasy and degrading sex. It is purely fantasy. I do not condone non-consensual sex acts of any kind. If this is not your thing, then move along.
"Keep going, girl. You're halfway there," I urged myself on as my leg muscles burned with intensity.
Hiking was one of my favorite hobbies. Not only did it get me out of the house and into nature, among the trees and away from all the stupid people, it also kept me in great shape. As a trans woman, I prided myself in maintaining a feminine and passable figure, and hiking was a perfect way to achieve that goal. It worked wonders on my legs and glutes, and it also helped me to burn all that pesky tummy fat. At only five and a half feet tall and 135 pounds, I loved my feminine body.
As I looked up ahead, I could see that I had almost reached the top of the last ridge on the trail. That meant smooth sailing all the way back to the car. I huffed and puffed and forced myself on up to the top, thankful that I was almost done with the brutal loop trail. When I finally got there, I leaned up against a rock and took in the natural beauty all around me. In that moment I decided that all of the aches and pain that I was feeling now, not to mention the greater pain I'd feel tomorrow, had been worth it.
As I took in the view and had a much deserved rest, I sprayed some more bug spray on my legs. If there was a single part of my body I loved the most it was my legs. Just the right amount of muscle and tone, smooth to the touch, and after being sprayed, they glistened beautifully in the sun light. Since it was a bit warm today, I decided to wear my short tan hiking shorts instead of long pants. I felt like my short shorts, coupled with my brown hiking boots and socks, made my legs look extra sexy.
Since I was wearing a halter top (no bra), I also had to spray my bare arms and my chest. A little more than a year ago I had opted to get implants, so now my lovely B-cup cleavage was sparkling in the late afternoon sun. I'm still not quite used to the extra weight in front of me, but I do love the view.
I looked down the trail that I had just come up and saw no one there. Then, I looked down the trail that I was about to take into the dried creek bed below. Still, no one in sight. That's when I sat my day bag down on a rock and opened one of the exterior pouches. From the pouch, I pulled out my favorite little toy. It was a medium sized vibrating butt plug with a cute little pink heart on the end of it.
Did I mention that I am an extraordinarily kinky person?
My plan was to wait until I got to the easiest part of the hike, the final leg, and if no one was in sight, I would shove this little jewel in my ass and see if I could have an ass-gasm on the way out of the trail. Crazy, right? I didn't think so.
I took one last look around while I used the little tube of lube that I had brought to prep the toy. Then, seeing that the coast was still clear, I quickly pulled my shorts down, along with my pink floral panties, and pushed the plug into my tight little hole.
"Mmmmmmm!" It felt so good going in.
I quickly got my panties and shorts back up, making sure my tiny penis was tucked nice and snug between my little testicles, and found the remote that controlled the vibrator. I turned it on to its lowest setting and shivered at the pleasure that swept over my body.
"Oh my!"
I just stood there for a minute, basking in the sun light and enjoying the feeling of the vibrations. Eventually, I regained enough of my composure to get my day bag back on and start heading down the trail. I could have stayed right there, grinding on the rocks until I reached orgasm, but I still had another couple of miles to go to get back to my car.
As I strolled down the rocky ridge, I played around with the remote, increasing and decreasing the intensity of the vibrations as I walked along. The plug had a milking effect on my prostate, and whenever it was on the maximum setting, I could feel semen leaking out of my uncut dick. I felt quite a bit of wetness between my legs. I glimpsed to make sure that I wasn't soaking through my shorts. So far so good.
I kept trudging along. My goodness! This is the way to hike! I was no longer thinking about bugs, or how far I had to go. In fact, I didn't want the trail to ever end, at least not while this plug was inside me. I was so fucking hot and horny that if a male companion would've joined me on my hike, I'd be jumping his bone right now. Unfortunately, I was all alone. Or at least I thought I was.
At that moment, I thought I heard voices, and as I looked ahead I could see two guys down the trail a little ways near a rock outcropping. As I looked harder I recognized the two of them.
Earlier that day, when I had arrived at the trail head, they were both there leaning against an old pickup truck with a camper shell. I remember thinking that they looked like pure white trash, and when I pulled up into the lot I made it a point to park as far away from them as I could. They were staring at me hard before I even got out of my car. Ughhh, I thought to myself, getting out of my vehicle and quickly grabbing my bag. All I wanted to do was get on the trail and away from those two.
One of the guys had a greying mustache. He was probably in his forties, tall and fairly lean with what looked like prison tattoos on his arm. He and the other guy were both drinking beer from an ice chest. His friend was quite large. He had to be at least six two and 250 pounds. He was probably about the same age as Mustache, and like Mustache, Big Man had what looked like prison tattoos on his arms and neck.
They both looked like rough characters. They both looked like trouble. I was hoping to avoid them altogether, but they were parked right by the trailhead so I had no choice but to walk right by them to start my hike. As I approached that morning, they called out to me.
"Good morning, beautiful," Mustache said.
"Wanna come have a beer with us, sweetie?" The Big Man asked, pulling a fresh beer from the ice chest.
"Uhh, no thanks," I said with a very pretentious tone.
"C'mon baby, we won't bite," Mustache persisted, but I just flashed a smug smile their way and strolled on by to the trailhead.
As I left their presence, I'm pretty sure I heard one of them call me a stuck-up bitch. Ugh, what a couple of assholes! Although, I have to admit, I did enjoy the fact that they clearly had no idea that I wasn't biologically female. Either way, I seriously didn't expect to see them again. I figured they had camped there that night and were about to head home. I guess I was wrong.
Now, I was going to come face to face with them again. I reluctantly reached into my pocket for the remote to my butt plug and turned it off. I didn't want to risk them hearing the humming sound as I walked by them. Having to switch off the plug and have my playtime cut short pissed me off. I was really hoping that they wouldn't hassle me too much. I was planning to turn it back on as soon as I got away from them.
As I got closer, I noticed that Mustache was sitting on a small rock and Big Man was standing across from him in the middle of the trail, his dominant frame blocking the path. Finally, Big Man turned my way and said, "Hey there again... I don't suppose you have a first-aid kit by chance do you, honey?"
From the ground Mustache looked up at me, holding his leg, "I cut my damn leg on a jagged rock."
Well, shit. I did have a first-aid kit and I couldn't very well ignore these guys if they needed help. No matter how unsavory they might be.
"Oh no, that sucks! I actually do have a kit, let me get it for you," I said as I walked up to Mustache dropping my bag on the ground right beside him. I then knelt down to detach the very obvious first-aid kit that was strapped to the outside of my bag.
