Weekend Hiking Trip

Note: This is a work of fantasy, and contains themes of non-consent, humiliation, and sexual dominance. Please read responsibly.

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"Hey, wait up."

Cari looked back, leaning her sweaty hand on a broad cedar tree for support. Through the woods behind her, Jason emerged around the bend in the path, half-jogging over an exposed tree root. He wore a relaxed, joking smile that Cari disliked.

She mildly disliked everything about Jason, she decided. She disliked how unbearably casual he was--as if he just happened to be strolling through every moment of his life. She disliked his intentionally baggy clothes and shaggily cut hair that reminded her of highschool athletes who had never talked to her. She disliked that, Cari was pretty sure, Anisa and Mark had invited Jason along on this trip because they didn't want her to be a third wheel. And worse, she thought Jason knew it. She disliked that every time he looked at her today, it reminded her of the night before.

After dinner last night, while the two boys were drinking by the fire pit, Anisa had dragged Cari into her bedroom at the cabin. "I have something that's gonna be great for you," Anisa said, rummaging in her bags. Cari sighed inwardly, and put on a thin indulgent smile. Anisa was always finding her frilly things on sale at online stores with unspeakable names, and shoving them into her hands, as if making Cari wear them (which she never would) would make her act around men like Anisa did.

"This," said Anisa, "and this," with a confident flourish.

Cari looked down at the fabric in her hands, and by the dim light of the single lamp in the corner she could still see that the black fabric was translucent--mesh with embroidered patterns that barely concealed anything.

"Uhh, maybe when we get back home, I'll..."

"Nonono, please, just for me, just for me," Anisa gushed. "It's gonna look so good on you."

"Yeah, OK."

Anisa sat on the bed, flipped her long hair, and looked away dramatically, not out of modesty--they had once been college roomates too long for that--but so that she could take in the whole picture in one flourish.

Cari hunched awkwardly as she pulled on the lace-trimmed underwear, and then pulled off her comfortable sports bra and struggled to fit the strange contours of whatever Anisa had bought her around her breasts. Whatever way she adjusted, she spilled out in obscene ways.

"I don't think this is going to fit me," she said. "It doesn't even cover my..."

"It isn't supposed to!" Anisa crowed, spinning around and rushing to tuck and adjust straps and hooks around Cari's back. "Ugh, it looks so good on you. You look so fucking hot."

Cari felt awkward and pornographic, but she smiled and did a little spin for Anisa in the hopes that the ordeal would be over. It was not. There was a knock on the door. Cari froze in place, and hated herself for not saying go away before Anisa gaily said "Come in." Cari hated that Anisa refused to recognize any difference in intimacy between herself and her boyfriend. At least Cari knew Mark, and knew that he would roll and avert his eyes at Anisa's extravagance.

But it wasn't Mark, it was Jason. He slunk through the door with his unbearable cool, leaned on the door frame, and said, "Oh hey Cari," looking her straight in the eyes. He didn't acknowledge for a moment that she was standing in the bedroom of a bare wooden cabin far up some logging road under the gritty light of a single bulb, wearing a ridiculous bra that left her nipples sticking straight out from above a shelf of embroidered silk. He also didn't look away, but kept his eyes fixed on hers with a pleasant grin.

"The shooting stars are awesome tonight, you two should come look," Jason said.

Cari heard herself saying, "Yeah, sure." Jason didn't move. He just leaned in the doorway, refusing to let his eyes wander downwards in a way that made Cari absolutely sure he knew exactly what he was doing.

"We're just trying things on," Anisa giggled. "We'll be right out. Doesn't she look great, though?"

Jason looked down over Cari's breasts, belly, and downwards, as if he was just noticing her exposed body. If she were just naked, Cari thought, it would be fine. She wasn't so much of a prude; she had done her share of skinny dipping. But this was somehow much worse.

"Yeah, she looks great," Jason said nonchalantly, his grin broadening a little. Then, unhurriedly, he turned and left, the tingling awareness of his eyes still buzzing hotly around her thighs. As the door closed, Cari decided she would probably forgive Anisa eventually, but it would not be tonight.

The last thing Cari didn't like about Jason, she thought, was that the whole next day he had not in the slightest acknowledged that he had seen her nearly naked. He didn't crack a tension-breaking joke, he didn't flirt, he didn't leer, but she sometimes caught him just watching her. Every time she thought of him casually looking her over, as if appraising a work of art.

That's how she felt now, as she leaned against the tree, watching him smile at her. She had avoided any possible signs of flirtation today, wearing a modest-necked tank top, a practical skirt, and sneakers. She had also kept to herself, walking far ahead of Mark and Anisa along the trail by the lake, enjoying the solitude and the quiet rustle of the woods. But Jason had somehow caught up to her, and now she supposed she would have to talk to him as if she didn't feel humiliated.

"Hey," he said. "Your backpack."

"What?"

"Your backpack," Jason repeated, gesturing. "Mind if I get that for you."

Cari looked awkwardly over her shoulder, and saw that the back zipper of her black daybag was hanging open, and her water bottle hung out precariously.

"Oh shit, yeah, thanks," Cari said, somewhat automatically. As Jason strode towards her, she rested both her forearms on the cedar tree, maybe so that she didn't have to look awkwardly over her shoulder into his annoying face from a foot away. She felt the weight of her water bottle fall into place, and his hands zipping up her pack.

"There ya go," he said, from uncomfortably close behind her ear. Cari moved back to extricate herself, but immediately felt the firm weight of his body pressed against her backpack. She wasn't quite pinned to the tree, but neither could she lean back enough to get her footing, and she rocked back on her forearms against the rough bark, feeling suddenly how solid Jason's body felt compared to his soft posture.

Momentarily frozen, Cari struggled to find something to say to make Jason move backwards, but couldn't come up with words for the ridiculous situation. Instead, he spoke first.

"Hey, I have something for you."

This was incomprehensible to Cari, and so she said nothing. There was also a new tone in his voice, as if he was no longer a cat lounging on a sofa, but now gentling humouring its prey. Behind her, she felt Jason shift his weight as he reached into the pocket of his shorts and pulled something out, all the while leaning against her in a way that was both gentle and immoveable. She felt cold metal against her leg, and winced.

"Uhhh," she managed to get out of her mouth, but before she could wrestle words out, the smooth cold metal was against her lips. For a blurred moment, she saw a small oblong of glistening smooth steel in front of her eyes. It knocked on her teeth, just sharply enough that she opened her mouth in surprise, and then the metal was inside against her tongue. All she could feel was something smooth and cold and hard, and a metallic taste, and Jason's fingers curled gently around her mouth, and all she could do was open her teeth wide. A small part of her instinctively wanted to flail and fight and throw his hands off her, but the overwhelming feeling of his weight against her and a mouth full of metal, like a horse on a bit, generated an even stronger impulse to stay motionless. She felt a bit of saliva drip from the corner of her lips.

Jason seemed to take this as a cue, and removed the object from her mouth. By this time, though, the buzzing paralysis of shocked surprise had set in, and Cari wasn't sure if she would be able to move even if the implacable weight of Jason's body weren't holding her firm to the tree. Her brain whirled trying to understand what she had just experienced, but her thoughts were cut short by the feeling of Jason's hands deftly reeling up the fabric of her skirt, and his fingers crawling their way inside the back of her panties. Then the smooth metal, now unsettlingly warm from the inside of her mouth, was pressed gently but firmly against her pussy. She gasped a little, involuntarily.

"Now here's my guess," said Jason, from next to her ear. His voice was impossibly even and matter of fact, as if he were expertly improvising a dramatic scene. It sounded surreal against the reality Cari felt in her body--her chest and forehead resting against tree bark--and Jason's finger and thumb pressing firmly between her legs.

"My guess," he continued, "Is that you're just pretending to be all uptight. I think the real Cari is the slut I saw last night."

A hot knot appeared in Cari's stomach at the word, and moved downwards to where she remembered Jason's eyes lingering over her the night before. For a moment, she saw herself through Jason's eyes: her soft brown hair, her breasts exposed in her silk lingerie, her nipples out, and her pubic hair peeking through her see-through lace panties. The knot of humiliation tingled and lowered between her thighs.

"I guess we'll find out," Jason's voice said from behind her ear. She felt his fingers gently rotate the smooth metal oblong against the lips of her pussy, and she felt it slide too easily. It was just her saliva, she told herself, for a moment, but that thought was immediately followed by the horrifying realization that the tingling between her legs was the feeling of her pussy getting inexplicably wet. Cari felt entirely betrayed. One moment she had been entirely in control, and the next her body had double-crossed her. It would not move. She could not get a word out of her mouth. And now her pussy was giving Jason's insistent fingers whatever he wanted.

Behind her, he chuckled slowly. "That's my good girl," he said, shifting his hand in between her bunched up skirts. The word "my" echoed in Cari's head. She felt the wet smooth metal slide back between the lips of her pussy, and for a moment the sensation was gone. Then the tip of the object came to rest gently against her asshole. For the first time, Cari found herself capable of speech.

"Oh nononono," she said softly.

"You know," Jason said, the calm dramatic monologue continuing. "I couldn't do this if you hadn't made it all wet for me."

The pressure on her asshole increased, and she felt herself part slightly, and a pressure build inside her. Her pussy, she was suddenly aware, was still improbably wet, and her embarrassment only seemed to fuel it. For a moment she had a perverse and impulsive desire to touch herself, which she shoved to the back of her mind.

"Please don't," she said softly.

"All you had to do was not be a slut and I would let you go," Jason said. The pressure built, and Cari felt herself opening wider, followed by a novel feeling of fullness. There was a very brief moment of pain--just enough to make her realize that the rest had been shockingly painless. Then there was a sliding thump, and the metal plug came to rest firmly inside her, her asshole closing around its slender stem.

In that moment, Cari felt she was ready for almost anything to happen except what Jason did next, which was to sharply and skillfully pull up her panties, smooth down her skirt, and then slowly and deliberately finish zipping up her backpack. Then he stepped away, the weight lifted, and Cari was released.

For a moment, she felt as if she couldn't possibly turn around and face him, but then she heard voices. It was Mark and Anisa, walking up the trail. The entire ordeal, Cari realized, must have only taken a minute. She spun around, and saw Jason lounging unperturbed against a tree next to her.

"Whats up guys," Mark said.

"Just taking a break," Jason said, his voice returned to that of a lounging cat.

Anisa shot a sunny smile at Cari, who stood in the middle of the path regaining her balance, speechless. "You all good?"

Cari still felt the phantom weight of Jason's body against her back, and--invisibly inside her panties--the cold metal pressed against her skin. She looked at Jason. He smiled, a touch of enjoyment in his eyes. In her head, she heard him say "my good girl," again.

"Uh, yeah," Cari said, reflexively. Her mind was racing, but under Jason's appraising eyes, she felt incapable of saying anything else.

"Great," Anisa said. "I think the cabin's just up ahead. I want a beer."

Cari stumbled through the screen door into the kitchen, Mark, Anisa and Jason following in a jumble. She leaned heavily on the wooden bar that separated the little open kitchen of their rented cabin from the living room, and waited for the first available moment when she could make a break for her bedroom, and rid herself of the weight between her legs. What came after that she wasn't sure, but first she had to be free of the continuous pressure in her most sensitive parts, which still made her feel like Jason's fingers were on her skin.

Behind her, she heard Mark and Anisa rummaging through the refrigerator. She peaked over her shoulder, to see if she could dodge into the hall. Jason caught her eye, and with surprising swiftness he was across the kitchen floor and standing behind her. He reached past her, brushing her waist with casual intention, and snagged an apple off the countertop.

"I'm hungry," he said, with a wink at Cari. He bit into the apple with exaggerated relish, a drip of juice forming around his lips. Anisa tumbled up against the bar next to them, Mark following with an open beer in one hand and his other around his girlfriend's waist. He caught up Anisa in his arms against the bar, and pressed his lips into hers. Cari watched Anisa's hips happily welcome the pressure of Mark's body against her, and thought of Jason casually pinning her to the tree.

Behind her, Jason dropped his apple. "Whoops," he said, swooping to the ground. Before she knew what was happening, Cari felt Jason's hand slide up her leg from where he crouched on the floor. His fingers hooked into the crotch of her panties, and pulled them suddenly down her legs. Then he was up again, apple in hand, lazily taking another bite. Cari couldn't believe he was so brazen with Mark and Anisa only a foot away, but the couple were too busy shamelessly making out to notice. Cari dared only a quick glance down at her feet, hobbled by her loose sky-blue panties around her ankles. She saw a sticky patch where she had soaked through the cotton.

Cari looked up sharply at Anisa and Mark, but they weren't paying attention. Mark danced Anisa around the kitchen floor, laughing along with Jason at some joke Cari hadn't paid attention to. Anisa grabbed Mark's beer and took a swig. Cari was sure that at any moment they would turn and see her stained underwear around her ankles, but what to her felt like the focal point of the entire room was totally beyond their notice.

She was, however, unable to move without drawing attention. She also saw an image in her mind of bending down to pull up her panties, only for Jason to flip up her skirt and expose the gleaming circle of metal in her asshole, above her wet, flushed pussy. She looked at Jason, leaning beside her at the bar, and had an awful premonition that his pleasant return stare meant he was thinking the same thing.

"Get this woman a beer," Mark told Jason, grinning at Cari without--she was thankful--looking down.

"Well of course," Jason said with a gentlemanly nod, and went to the fridge. Cari leaned on the bar, trying to keep her legs squeezed together to keep eyes off her panties, now tangled around the laces of her sneakers. If she could casually kick them off--she thought. Anisa and Mark danced their way out of the kitchen and into the living room, taking them mercifully out of sight of Cari's legs. They collapsed on the worn sofa, giggling with each other.

At the same moment, with his characteristic relaxed promptness, Jason was back behind her. He put a beer bottle, dripping little cold rivulets of perspiration, down on the bar in front of Cari, and then produced a bottle opener. "Let me get that for you."

As he leaned forward, she once again felt his weight pin her--against the wood of the bar this time--but she also felt through her skirt that his cock was hard, and pressing against her ass. She closed her eyes as a shiver ran through her, and she was suddenly intimately aware of her asshole clenched around the smooth metal he had placed there.

She felt Jason's hand pass the cold beer bottle into her hand, and then with exactly the same cool practicality he reached behind the bar and lifted the back of her skirt by the hem. His hand slipped inside to her hip, and pulled her backwards towards him, forcing her to lean her elbows down on the bar top. As soon as their bodies met, Cari realized that in between the fridge and the bar, he had somehow loosened his shorts, and--invisible to Anisa and Mark on the other side of the bar top--his hard, naked cock was now free. It fit perfectly underneath her, and she felt its head slide easily between the lips of her pussy, which--she discovered--was still dreadfully wet.

Anisa caught her eye, and pursed her lips in a fake kiss of approval. To Anisa, lounging on the couch on the other side of the living room, Cari realized, it looked as if she and Jason were standing comfortably close while sharing a beer. Or, as Anisa would see it, success. It did not look like what was actually happening: a man she barely knew playing incomprehensible games with her body, his naked cock resting dangerously close to her entrance. The only thing she could think to do was put the bottle to her lips, and let the cold fizz in her throat distract her from what was happening to her against her will.

Jason's hand shifted under her skirt, and his fingers came to rest gripping firmly into the flesh of her ass. His thumb rested gently on the metal plug in her asshole, and gently circled it--pressure that Cari could feel moving deep inside her.

"Why don't you give me a sip of that," he said, and reached around to take the bottle from her hand. As he did, he both pulled her slightly towards himself with his embracing arm, and also slid his hips towards her. His cock slid forward, just catching in her entrance, its head twitching slightly inside her. Cari shifted forward to escape, but suddenly felt that Jason's finger and thumb were now holding firmly onto the plug in her ass, drawing her inexorably backwards. Unable to bear the pressure suddenly exerted on her insides, she let her hips slide backwards, and inhaled sharply as Jason's cock slid deeper into her. She felt deep muscles clench, and she hated how good it felt, how monstrously satisfying to be so full in every part.

Cari looked up, suddenly self conscious, and her heart leapt to her throat as she saw Anisa swing herself off the couch, bottle in hand, and lock eyes with her. For a moment a feeble impulse jumped in Cari to shout out to Anisa, beg for help, struggle to get away from what was pressing up inside her. But the thought was instantly quashed by the sheer humiliation of the thing. She imagined pulling away, the undignified pop of the plug leaving her ass, and Anisa staring incredulously at Jason's cock glistening as it slid out of her pussy, and then--Cari was somehow sure of this--the laughter that would cross Anisa's face as she thought she had caught two furtive lovers in the act. It was all too much, and so Cari stayed still instead, and held Anisa's eyes with what she could best muster of a pleasant smile. She couldn't imagine how Anisa was going to get close to her without noticing something.