The following very dark story has themes of misogyny, non-consent sex, humiliation, abuse, sex slavery and other dark themes. If such content offends you, please do not read. This is an erotic FICTION story not meant as any sort of gender, political or societal protest. This is purely for entertainment and never meant to happen in reality. If you have issues with such kinks, please do not read.
In a drunken daze, my eyes flutter open. Everything is dark and confusing as I can't remember where I am or what's happened. But in the dark I feel something pressed against my lips. It's hard, like glass. It's the lip of a bottle.
When I figure it's a bottle, I open my mouth. As the liquid pours into my mouth, my sight returns to me, turning from the fuzzy, dizzy images into full blown sight. But as my sight returns, so do my other senses, and I taste the harsh, rough vodka that he's pouring into my mouth. And it's not just a sip of the cheap liquor, but filling my mouth with it, as if my mouth was a bowl or something.
Memories of what happened return, pumping me with conflict and confusing emotions. Fear, pleasure, terror, pain, anger, degradation and more all come pouring into me as I recount everything. Yet despite the dark pit in my stomach and the flutter of butterflies in my heart, I know that I'm being emotionally manipulated by my captor.
He's been pouring vodka into me regularly, possibly even every hour. At first I thought he was doing this to make me pass out so he can sleep, or maybe to use me, but I can tell that's not the reason. He's drugging me. As someone that rarely ever drinks, the liquor is keeping me emotionally stunned and unable to think clearly. It's making his life easier as I can't think of how to break free nor can I find the courage to do so.
Looking about the small campsite, I see the sun has already risen, allowing light to chase away the darkness of night. It's still early morning, but at least now I'm able to see my surroundings. During the night I felt trapped as the darkness settled around us, except for the parts chased by the campfire he made. If only the sunrise chased him away and saved me.
My wrists feel like they've been ripped off if I'm being honest. It's been hours or maybe half a day since he's tied me here, with my hands still tied behind my back, not that he was the one to do this. He just lucked out that's how he found me.
Since we are deep into the forest, no one has found me. I never considered how large this forest is since it's behind my neighborhood, but I see now that it is super huge. I mean, I don't think anyone even heard any of my screaming, moaning or crying as he did all the things he did to me. And this was all night long.
The new booze makes me go even more lightheaded now. It makes me think how I can't believe this happened to me. Stuff like this happens in bad movies. You know, the movies on Prime that don't even have movie trailers. It's not supposed to happen in real life. I don't even think this stuff happens in extreme pornos.
My drunk mind goes fuzzy as I recount how all this started. I sink into my drunken mind again, closing my eyes so I don't have to look at my own naked body as I stand. It's either look at my naked, abused and raped body, or look at him. Neither are good options.
Yesterday as I was walking home from my last day of school, my bullies grabbed me. They were a bunch of band bitches that for some reason took a hating to me. They drove up on me in a truck and being the evil bitches they are, they kidnapped me. Grabbed me and threw me into the back of the truck they were all traveling in. And in the back of that truck they stripped me completely and tied my hands behind my back.
Laughing at what they had done, they drove me to the woods behind my neighborhood. There they pushed me out, naked and helpless, intending for me to walk home like this. For the neighborhood to see me naked and embarrassed as I tried to get home.
Only that's not what happened.
As I tried to make my way through the forest trail, a crazy old doomsday prepper woodsman found me. Like a character from a bad backwoods hick book, he is an old crazy bastard, complete with long beard and woodland attire. And ohhhh, this guy is evil. Pure, fucking evil. The bastard didn't even wait 5 minutes before he raped me, fucking me like an animal.
I feel my body tense as I start to think of all that he did to me. The things he made me say. The things he made me do. The things he did to me. All things I don't want anyone to know happened, ever. Even if they made me cum harder than I thought possible.
As I think of these things, even I question if they really happened as they are so out-there. It's stuff that I'm not sure the police would put in the report as they would say I just went crazy and imagined the stuff. Like when he made me beg him to rape me because I'm a woman, and that's his right. Or when he made me make my tits clap together while begging to have a noose put around my neck.
Shuddering, I try to push those thoughts out, but then I remember him taking me here, to his campsite. Here he did put a noose on me, which is what keeps me in place. It's pulled very tight, so if I take a step in any direction, it'll tighten around my neck. And since my hands are tied behind my back, it's not like I can remove it or anything.
For the entire day and night he used and abused my naked body. I was raped multiple times, in which there isn't a part of my body he didn't use. And he punished me horribly, from whipping me, to shoving something up my ass to make me cry. He did things that I'm ashamed to ever repeat.
What makes it all so horrible, is that my body has betrayed me. Through so much of what he did, I enjoyed it. Not just enjoyed, but came countless times. That this evil bastard has tapped into some dark part of me that wanted what is happening. He's able to flare that dark part of me which keeps sabotaging me.
It sabotages me by instead of screaming for help all the time, I stay quiet. Instead of biting his dick when he puts it in my mouth, I allow him to shove it in my throat. Instead of kicking him as hard as I can, I spread my legs when he tells me to. I've started to do whatever he said in reaction instead of thinking about it.
I'm not sure what's going to happen to me. There is no doubt in my mind that he wouldn't mind killing me. Sure, he might not end me on purpose, but I don't think he'll lose sleep over it. If I really had to guess what he might do, I would say he intends on selling me. That he'll find some other crazy old bastard that would love to purchase a strung up, helpless eighteen year old black girl. It makes me see that I need to get out of here. I need to get free and save myself as my life is on the line.
The crazy woodsman puts the bottle back to my lips again, forcing me to take another sip, even if I don't want it. When he pulls the bottle back, he grabs my mouth to keep it closed. He knows if he doesn't, I'll spit out the booze. So I swallow, knowing if I don't, he won't let me breath as he holds my nose closed. The vodka goes down, burning as it does ensuring that I'm kept drunk. Not tipsy, not buzzed, but full on drunk.
Now that he's done what he wanted to do, he walks away, looking me to look down at myself. I see he's removed all the stuff he put on me last night. I had to stay standing the entire night, which put me in a sort of weird daze, especially as he made sure to keep me drunk. It made for a long night of blacking out and going into weird dream states.
Last I remembered, he tied up both of my breasts tight, even put mousetraps on my nipples, but now they are gone. He also inserted something up my ass for no other reason than to laugh at me, but that's gone too. In fact, there's nothing in any of my holes. Nor is anything tied except my hands. All that is keeping me in place is the noose around my neck that's tied to the branch overhead.
The crazy woodsman walks off, again acting like he doesn't have a kidnapped, naked 18 year old girl tied to a noose in his campsite. To look at him, you would think this is just a normal fucking day. That there's nothing out of the ordinary at all.
Swaying as the booze hits me hard, I watch him walk to the fire he's made where he proceeds to cook himself breakfast. Just sits down and cooks, again making this feel so surreal. There's not even a hint of him being nervous about someone finding me like this, which would end with him in jail.
"W-What...what more are you g-g-going to do to m-me?" I ask in slurred, stammered words several minutes later, needing to know. Despite being so drunk, I am still very concerned at what he has planned. I doubt it's just another day of fucking me. He's far too evil to leave it at just that. Again, I bet anything that he's going to try and sell me.
"I know what you think of me," the old man says, ignoring my question. He then takes his pan off the fire, to which the bacon he's cooking smells really good. I hadn't noticed how hungry I am, as all I've had to eat is literally his cum. I almost ask for a piece, but then consider he'll no doubt make me earn it somehow, which makes me pass.
"You think I'm just an old man that's gone crazy from living alone out in the woods," he tells me, putting all the items he has cooked on his plate. The asshole doesn't even look at me when he says this as his back is to me. It shows he has no fear of me getting free either.
"That I'm just an old man that got lucky in finding you," he muses and even laughs. He pauses at this, as if finding this really, really funny. Then he starts to eat his breakfast.
"I know who you are, young lady. I've seen you walk through these woods countless times. Just like I've seen all of your classmates. And all the housewife joggers. Or the social media princesses, trying to get viewers by rolling around naked in nature," he tells me. My drunk mind tries to process what he's saying, but I have trouble. It sure sounds like he's saying he's been watching not just me, but everyone that walks in these woods.
"You are so wrapped up in yourself to think that you're the first that I've taken in these woods. My first victim. You aren't. Hell, you aren't even the tenth," he says, stunning me.
He's done this to other women? No. No way. Something like this would have been reported and picked up by every news station in the country. No way he has done it to anyone here. No one would keep this a secret. They would warn the entire fucking world. If it happened, then why hadn't I heard of it?
One thing about being drunk that I never knew, is that I can't lie to myself. Normally if I think of something I don't want to admit, I can willingly bury it in some other thought. But as drunk as I am, it takes too much energy to try and lie to yourself. That's why I admit that I personally am never going to share what he did to me if I get out of this.
