What a waste of a night. I thought to myself as I walked down the street. The party had been a complete bust, and my ride home had left with some guy without telling me. At least the walk home was pleasant, although my clothes weren't fit for the weather. It was a chilly night, and my Cleopatra costume wasn't suited for the outdoors. It consisted of a black romper with a plunging neckline, gold cups with a scale design, thin straps and a scoop back that left my shoulders and back bare. A sheer mesh skirt with high cut sides, a gold-trimmed waistband, and 6-inch gladiator stiletto sandals completed my outfit.
I paused on the sidewalk considering my options; I could continue following the road and be home in less than 45 minutes, or I could cut through the woods and shave off more than half an hour off my trip. Sure it would be dark in the woods, but during the day I had traversed through them enough to know my way around. As I stood there, the wind picked up. It whipped my skirt around me, the cold biting into my skin and I made my decision. The shortcut it is.
There is a rough track nearby, and I turn on to it. I walk along the path and enjoy the solitude, the wind isn't as gusty here, and the animals were surprisingly quiet this night. After 10 or so minutes I come to a small clearing deep in the woods. It is a little circular clearing with a small tree in the middle.
I as walk past the tree; I heard something a loud snap, like someone stepping on a stick. Before I could react, I feel cold hands wrap around my wrists and pull my arms behind my back.
I let out a scream and try to struggle away, and my assailant increases the pressure on my wrists, making me cry out in pain. "Now, now. If you be a good girl, you won't get hurt."
I cry out. "No, let go of me!"
Then a shape moves into my vision, and I feel something cold pressing into my throat. The man, dressed in a blue t-shirt, is in front me, holding a penknife. I immediately still. "See? You can behave."
He runs the blade down to my shoulder making me shiver. With a jerk, he cuts one of the straps of my dress. The knife moves across my collarbone, and he cuts the other strap.
He draws the blade slowly down the hollow of my throat to my breasts, making me shudder with more than just the cold. He cuts through the thin material of my dress and pulls it away from me.
My breasts stand at full attention seeing as I didn't wear a bra. The cold wind licks across them, making my nipples erect almost to the point of pain. He runs the knife over them. I am starting to feel how wet I already am.
Then I feel a warm mouth envelope one of my nipples. It is blissfully warm as Blue licks, nips and sucks. I involuntarily arched my back, getting more of my breast into his mouth. I hear both men chuckle and the man behind me saying, "She is a little fucking slut isn't she?" I open my mouth to protest but then his free hand comes up and cups my breast. He wore a red plastic band on his wrist.
Blue suckles on one nipple while Red toys, pinches and pulls the other. Moans escape my lips even though I try to hold them back. I can feel my cunt flowing freely now.
Blue pulls back, the frigid air hitting my nipple and making me wince. He crouches down and runs his hands up my skirt to the waistband of my thong. I try to push him away with my knees, but he places the point of the blade against my thigh.
"Ah, behave now, slut." He goes back to my thong and starts to pull it down. "Damn baby," he says as he feels my already soaked panties. I feel tears of humiliation threaten and force them back.
Blue pulls my panties down my legs, removes them and tosses them aside; I feel Blue's hand touch my clit. I bite my lip to keep from moaning as he starts gently rubbing circles. Red nips at my earlobe and I feel his erection pressing into me. Blue's hand moves, and he thrusts two fingers into my cunt.
I buck my hips against him, trying to free myself and ride his fingers at the same time. He starts to pump his fingers into me slowly, he knows what to do and soon he has me panting for more.
Blue looks at Red. "I think she's ready for round one, don't you?" Red chuckled in my ear. Blue stands up, and suddenly Red has me bent over. My ass pressed against him. I hear him undo and take off his belt. He wraps it around my wrists, securing them. "That should make it easier."