I was feeling pretty chirpy with myself. It had been a good week on the road. I had picked up excellent orders and was now 60% above budget. It would be a good bonus next month. What’s more it was only 1.30pm and I only had another 3 hours drive to home in Cairns.
It had been raining on and off, as is the want here in the tropics, and it was still very overcast and quite dark for the time of day. It was also still quite wet. Speaking of which, I thought to myself, I will be too unless I can stop for a pee. It was over 50kms to the next town so I started to look out for somewhere to pull over off the road. As is usual you can never find anywhere to stop when you’re desperate to go. At last I spotted an area, looked like a 4 wheel drive off track into the rainforest, and pulled off the road. Better not park across the track, I thought, as I pulled up past the entry, and then chuckled to myself, “You haven’t even seen a car in the last hour dopey”. Besides which, the track looked like it hadn’t been used in quite a while.
As I hastily alighted from my car I felt a little trickle of pee escape from my pussy and wet the crutch of my G string. “Bugger. I’m going to piss myself if I don’t hurry” I thought. I ran down the track a little ways into the rainforest and found a spot behind a large tree. I removed my wet panties and squatted, feeling that wonderful sense of relief as the pee gushed forth from my pussy, and I must confess, the cool rainforest air felt lovely on my naked mound
Just as the last of the water was leaving me, the heavens opened up above, and rain thundered down drenching my clothes, and me, almost instantly. This is the tropics, as I said, and you get used to these sudden downpours. The rain isn’t cold, just wet. So I just finished peeing, stood up, put my G string in the pocket of my wet dress and made my way cautiously back up the track. The rain made my little summer dress stick to me like a second skin but now, with no underwear on, I wasn’t wearing a bra today, and the cool air on my bald pussy, it felt quite sexy and I noticed my nipples hardening. I’m in pretty good shape for someone in their early thirties. Never married, so no kids. I work out a lot so my bodies well toned and firm. It’s not that I don’t like sex that I’m not married. I love it! Just not ready to settle down to house and kids etc yet.
I reached the top of the track and froze.
There was a 4 wheel drive ute parked about 10 metres back from my car. Quickly I noticed there was two guys standing, leaning on either door, plus there were two guys sitting in the front.
The rain was stopping.
I pretended not to notice them and, without appearing to be too hasty, walked to my car. As I opened the door one of the men spoke “I wouldn’t drive off if I were you lady. You’ve got a flat.”
I looked down at the rear tyre and sure enough, to my dismay, it was flat.
“We could change it for ya. For a price.” One of the men said.
I looked over at them. They were a very rough looking group. Unshaven, dirty, unkempt, looked like they’d been working in the forest or perhaps one of the mines. None of them looked particularly friendly.
I smiled at the one that looked the least threatening.
“I’d happily pay for you to change my tyre.” I smiled, and reached in the car for my purse, knowing I didn’t have a lot of cash on me. “Would $20 be enough?”
The one that had spoken smiled back and walked towards me, one of his mates following. As he reached me his hand shot out and snatched the purse from my hand. He upended my purse and the few dollars and change in coins fell to the muddy ground, along with the $20 note.
“That should buy us a couple of beers afterwards” he sneered.
“The price you’re gunna have to pay little slag, is with ya cunt and by the way that dress is stickin to ya, it looks like a hot little cunt. Just the type we like. Doan we boys?”
“Please. Please don’t hurt me,” I pleaded, “I’ve got money in the bank. We can go to an ATM in town and I’ll get you money”.
“We doan wan you money bitch. We jus wan sum hot cunt! An’ yore sum hot cunt!”
He grabbed me under the arms and lifted me off the ground easily. His mate grabbed my legs and they carried me, as I kicked and screamed, to the ute.
“Scream all ya like bitch. There ain’ no ‘ouse or anybody for miles aroun’ ‘ere.” With that he grabbed one of my breasts and squeezed it hard causing me to gasp with pain.
“No bra eh! You’re quite the li’l slag arn ya. See if the slag’s got any nickers on Pete?”
His mate shoved his hand up my dress and felt my bare pussy.
“Na Mac! No nickers an’ a bald cunt.” Pete said.
He then roughly shoved a finger into me. I screamed with the pain.
“Fuck she can scream”, Mac said. Then to me he said “We’re gunna luv hearin’ ya scream as we all fuck ya”, and he squeezed one of my breasts again, but more viciously this time. I screamed again.
“Shut up slag,” Mac said and slapped me hard across the face.
He and Pete through me into the back of the ute, amongst toolboxes, axes, chainsaws, tools and old ropes. I landed heavily, bruising my hip as I hit the floor. Pete and Mac jumped in as the ute started up and headed down the track into the rainforest.
“Mays well not waste any time eh Pete?” and he ripped my dress from my body and threw it out of the ute. “Fuck! She’s got a horny bod ain’ she?”
They both kneeled beside me, staring at my naked body. I tried to cover myself with my hands as best I could but they both just pulled them away.
Pete leaned right over me, his face just inches from mine. He grabbed my hair and lifted my mouth to his and tried to force his tongue into my mouth. I gritted my teeth shut. His hand shot viciously between my legs, his fingers jabbing into my pussy. I gasped and his tongue shot into my mouth.
I bit as hard as I could on his tongue and tasted blood as he yelled. “You dirty fuckin’ slag. I’ll fix you!” His hand closed into a fist. I tried to twist away as I saw his fist coming. Too late. It slammed into the side of my head.
Blackness!
When I came too they had me tied across one of the toolboxes on the ground so my back and pelvic area were clear of the ground. My head was hanging down over the end of the box and my arms and legs were tied apart to some trees and a couple of stakes they’d drive into the ground. I was spreadeagled, a waiting receptacle for their enjoyment.
“You’re awake bitch eh? Let’s get the rules straight ‘ere slag. We’re in charge. We’re all gunna fuck ya ‘til we’re tired of it. If ya behave we woan kill ya. Unnerstan?” Mac asked.
I could see there was no point pleading. I just nodded dumbly.
“Good. So who’s goin’ first?”
Pete came over and dropped between my spread thighs. “Me,” he said, “I wanna eat her cunt.”