Birthday surprise in the woods.

I scrambled and tangled myself as I fell, I scraped my knee. I inhaled the damp peatness of the moss, my face hit the ground and I found myself submerged within the earth. "Move, keep moving,” I screamed at myself. The pain thrashed though my body. I got back up, and scrambled through the branches. I couldn't tell which way I was going, but I knew he was coming. My heart pounded the adrenaline pumping though every ounce of my body. I had to move fast, every direction seemed to look the same. I had no time to hesitate, I had to move fast. I stumbled, naked, through the trees my body aching to stop but I had to get away.

"Move, keep moving," I told to myself. My legs bloody from falling into thorns and brambles. My feet were cut from stumbling over twigs the undergrowth. Each step seemed to feel like shards of glass piercing though the soles of my feet. Sweat poured down my back, my breathing loud in my ears. What had started off as a beautiful spring day had devolved into this...? I could tell I was getting deeper and deeper into the woods, as the temperature had dropped and the light was fading fast. I'm completely helpless I have no choice but to keep moving forward, climbing through a maze of bushes, trying to find an open path. I had to move faster I knew he was not far behind me.

The day had started out so well it was my birthday, it never seemed to feel that special any more, not since my childhood faded and the reality of life started to emerge. Since the weather was nice I decided to take a walk in the woods. There was something about being alone and free within the beauty of nature and what once would have been untouched innocence's. I always seemed to feel free when walking here the smells, the views, the wild life and the tranquil composed environment which seemed to posses my soul. I often came here since not many people did, the depths of the woods was more than I could ever imagine, but more than often I could walk for hours without meeting a single person.

That was to be different today, I must have been walking for an hour or so, I was looking for somewhere to sit and rest so that I could read my book. I had managed to find a nice light spot and unpacked my bag. I usually gather somethings when I know I am going to be a while, Just the essentials and some nibbles. I laid the blanket and soaked myself in the sunny pool which seems to pore though the trees above. I had only managed to read a chapter before I felt myself drifting off. As I closed my eyes I didn't realise my nightmare was about to unfold.

I woke to a snap of a branch, with the sun glaring in my eyes I didn't think as his shadow passed over me and I began to come round. He just stood there looking into my eyes I lay at his feet, my heart kicked in my chest and I didn't move. I was shocked and startled there was an awkward silence for what seemed like a life time. As I lay there I thought of what to do. Kick him and run I thought close my eyes and go back to sleep it's all a dream, greet him and say hello. I didn't know what to do I knew something wasn't right. Before I could even move he pinned me to the ground by my throat. Pushing me into the earth, my head felt as if it were about to explode, my hand grabbed at his wrist there was nothing I could do. I kicked, I punched, and I opened my mouth gasping for a breath. My lungs felt as if I were about to explode He was too strong.

This is it I am going to die I thought, I could feel my head getting heavy the darkness covering my eyes, my lungs empty. I faded into unconsciousness my head silent of any thought. As I came round I had forgotten where I was, I had forgotten it was my birthday and that I had decided to take a walk. Then I saw this face, those dark black eyes looking at me and I remembered everything. I remembered my struggle as I feared for my life, I remembered the terror and panic that consumed me to be paralysed. I was subdued and clam considering he had me tied me up, my wrists behind my back. As I lay on my side I didn't know what to think other than I wanted to be back at home. Leaving me on the undergrowth laying there like cargo, he seemed to compose himself in a clam relaxed manner. He winch up me like a bag of garbage over his shoulder, my head still sore from passing out. I closed my eyes and prayed that this was some trick that I was going to be taken to a stunning château where all my friends would greet and me and shout surprise and giggle at the silly trick they played on me.

The reality was this was no trick, it wasn't even some movie or a dream this was it. it was really happening. For what seemed like miles and miles suddenly I was lowered and thrown to the floor I landed on my side and felt the air thump in my lungs. Again I gaped for breath and lay still.He untied my feet.

"Don't move," he growled. He grabbed me by my neck and forced me to my feet. I I looked into his face and saw cruel eyes. My heart pounded. Oh gosh, what is he going to do to me? I thought to myself. He had the knife in one hand, and my throat in the other. With wide eyes, I spotted a shotgun hanging from his shoulders.

He reached up with the knife, running it along my face. I whimpered. With a flick of his wrist, he sliced the straps holding my top up, and with a yank of his hand, he forcefully ripped the cloth off of me. The force of it pulled me off my feet, and I fell to my knees. He grabbed me by the waist of my pants, and snatched me to my feet, with a slice of his knife, and a tear from his hand, pulled my pants off of me. again I fell to my feet this time thought humiliation and embarrassment. I was in shock of be so vulnerable, I defencelessly knelt there exploded and powerless. tears simply ran down my face. Once more, he pulled me to my feet this time by my hair. Grabbing the back of my neck he simply looked into my eyes.

"Run," he spat into my face, and then shoved me away. I staggered backwards, falling onto some branches. I scrambled to my feet, and took a step back, confused. He pointed to the line of trees behind me,. "Run, bitch," he shouted at me. "Run for your fucking life!"
I didn't wait for a second chance. Choking back a sob, I turned and ran "You better run faster than that, you stupid whore!" He shouted after me as I disappeared into the trees. I had torn my way through the bushes, dimly lit by the midnight dusk, getting as far away as fast as I could. I didn't try to cover my tracks. I didn't try to escape silently. Branches snapped and creaked as I forced my way through their dense thickets. The underbrush crunched beneath the soles of my feet. Thorns - wild rose, raspberry, devil's club - grabbed me, tearing at my flesh, but I kept on going.
He was getting closer. I stifled the panic that threatened to rise, and kept moving. I could hear him crashing through the forest after me, and occasionally see a flash of light. Headlamp? Flashlight? It made no difference. I moved away from the light whenever it peeked through the foliage, leaving a distorted pattern through the shadows. I was covered with mud and dirt. I had slipped and fallen more times than I could remember.

What was this why was he making me run, why was he letting me try to escape I knew he expected me to fail maybe he wanted to stop, maybe he wanted me to surrender. He obviously didn't know me very well I would fight with my life.

I scrambled up a steep moss and fern covered embankment on my hands and knees. Just as I reached the top, a shot rang out in the air. I screamed, and dropped to the ground, intact, but terrified. I looked behind me and spotted him stepping through the trees. His headlamp played across me. I slid back, out of the light, trying to will myself deep into the ground, to blend with the moss and ferns, hoping the fronds were tall enough to mask my presence. I slithered across the ground along the edge of the embankment, trying to stay out of sight. There was a large birch tree in front of me. I crawled behind it and paused, leaning up against the smooth white trunk, trying to think straight.

He was twice as big as me, twice as strong, and obviously faster, and he had me seriously outgunned. What options did that leave me with? I wiped my eyes sweat and tears were blurring my vision. I reached out and grabbed a large branch that had fallen. I didn't have anything else, only surprise. He didn't know exactly where I was.

" I know you're up there." His voice came from below me. My heart pounding, his voice clam and collected. How many times had he played these sick games? how many girls had trembled in this very spot?

Anger filled my body with heat "Come and get me, you sick fuck!" I shouted. I glanced behind me, I saw the light peering over the edge. He was climbing up. I crawled out from behind my tree, and silently slid back down the embankment, branch in hand. I emerged below him and a few feet to the side. I could hear him above me. He must have been following my tracks.

"Are you doubling back on me?" He shouted out. I didn't say a word. I focused on breathing slowly, I didn't want to give myself away. I could see his light flashing around. His light was a weakness, it gave away his position; I knew exactly where he was, and he was climbing down the exact same spot I did. I could see him out of the corner of my eyes. His back was to me. I gripped my branch tightly. It was now or never. I jumped out, swinging.

I caught him square in the back, he stumbled, but didn't fall it didn't even surprise him. He whipped around. I swung again, but he caught it mid-swing, and with a yank, pulled the stick straight out of my hands. I stood there in front of him, naked, unarmed, muddy, frightened and defenceless. He tossed the stick away, and grabbed me by my hair, snapping my head back fiercely. I cried out and screamed, my hands reaching at this arms, my nails sinking into his flesh. I tried to kick out as He tackled me to the ground. I was pathetic, I knew it, my drained limp body could not fight back. He pinned me and I struggled, but I couldn't move. My breath came in rough gasps. He slammed my head into the ground and snarled. "Don't move, don't you dare move."

I spat out a mouthful of earth and I gasped. "Please let me go! Oh god, I'll do whatever you want, just don't hurt me. Please" I whimpered. I jerked my limbs, trying to find some leverage, some grip, to escape.

"You don't have a choice in the matter, cunt." He wrapped his arm around my neck and started to squeeze, he leaned in close to my face and sank his teeth into my neck. I shrieked as the pain ran though my neck, my screams dulled to a silence as I ran out of breath once again. I didn't want to die and I didn't want to pass out. I released my struggle and became limp, I lay there still He reduced the pressure on my throat. "That's better, slut. You do what I want, and you might live to see the sunrise." My heart sank and tears ran down my cheek. I didn't want to end my life now I didn't want to be here. Desperately begged I pleaded with him. He clamped a hand over my mouth. I gazed into his eyes, begging as much as I could with out words.

"Shut up. I don't want to hear your pathetic pleas? Don't make me gag you." His cold breath hitting my face I nodded my head. He climbed off me, leaving just his knee, pressing into my chest. He yanked my arms behind my back, securing them tightly, so tightly it seemed to be a hard plastic edge which began digging into my wrists. "Get up," he ordered, pulling me by my hair. I struggled to my feet. "Now march," he said, shoving me forward with his hand on my back.

He steered me, one hand on my shoulder, on hand grabbing my arms until we came to a halt beneath a tall tree. He bent down and secured my ankles, the then threw me to the ground, "don't try and escape, cunt," he sneered. I peered frightfully into his eyes. He unhitched a length of rope off of his belt, and tossed it up into the tree, over a low-hanging branch above him. With a few deft movements he had tied a noose. And slipped it around my neck, and forced me to my feet by yanking the other end of the rope. I had no choice but to stand. He pulled me to the tips of my toes, I could still breath but only by remaining still Please don't!!!" I started to beg, my face greeted with a punch. "I told you to shut up, you don't listen very well, do you?" he snarled.

I choked back a sob. The rough rope scratched my neck he tied the end around the tree trunk, leaving me there dangling on my tiptoes. All I could think about was being hung from a tree, being murdered and killed with no explanation. He whipped out his knife. I involuntarily jerked away in fear. He got on his knees, and sliced away the tie around my ankles. "I don't think we'll be needing that," he commented. "There, now, try and escape. I'll be back in a minute."

He left me standing there, and disappeared into the trees. Escape... I didn't want to escape I wanted to be rescued I wanted to be found and protected and taken home, I knew there was no escape Any move I made only tightened the rope around my neck, making it harder to breathe and think straight, and right now I most desperately wanted to keep breathing, and keep thinking. I stood still.

He returned with a knife in one hand, and a thin willow branch in the other. He didn't look at me, he didn't even acknowledge me, he just sat down near me, and began whittling the stick. With deft strokes, he peeled away the bark and carved off any knotty edges after a close inspection, he seemed satisfied with his work.

"Now you and I are going to have a little chat." He stepped closer towards me. "Or rather, I'm going to talk, you're just going to listen, I nodded my head and looked starkly into his face." He took another step closer and began to circle around me, tracing the willow branch along my skin. I shivered as it scratched at my flesh. The branch scratched my back, caressed places I didn't wish him to touch. He circled my breasts, ran it down my chest and along my hip until he reached my thigh. He stopped behind me. He removed a twig out of my hair and I shivered as he touched me.

I heard a distinct "whoosh" through the air, and felt a sharp sting of burning pain lance across my bottom. I gasped, and rocked myself forward. The rope tightened, as I gasped for breath. He grabbed me by my hair and pulled me back. My pulse pounded in my neck as blood tried to find its way to my head. He reached up and loosened the noose slightly. My head cleared. "You better learn to hold still, that's the last time I'm going to do that. Do you understand me?" He struck me again, and the burning fire spread from my bottom to my thigh. I quivered, but didn't move my feet. My face moist from the tears.

I nodded my head in compliance. He began a series of rapid strokes across my back. I whine and sobbed with devastate at what was happening to me, I tried to count to give myself some form of truth it was all I could do to focus. one two three four 34 before he stopped , and then with a solid, searing whack, that made me cry out, he stopped. I stood there, breathing hard, snivelling whilst trying to remain clam.

He stepped up close behind me, and pulled me against him. I could feel every inch of him pressing up behind me. I felt his mound press against my raw aching skin. He was aroused and that startled me. my mind began to race with thoughts and fears this man is a sadist and will hurt me for his gratification and amusement. I am helplessly his new toy. This is some sick game to help him release his sexual tension. "You made one fatal mistake, you stupid." His free hand caressed my flesh reaching around exploring his new object. "You should have been prepared." He whispered in my ear. His breath sent a shiver down my spine.

"You really ought to carry pepper spray, you know." He whispered, I trembled in his arms, my body betraying my horror. He bit me on my shoulder, hard, just below the line of rope I moaned as he laced his hands through my hair, and pulled my head back roughly, against his shoulders. His hard body was warm behind me. the heat of his tension sending my thoughts over the edge.

He sharply stepped back and again, whacked my bottom the inevitable onslaught of pain slamed though my body, pulling me back to reality. He hit hard, and the incandescent agony ignited a whole new series of sensations. Again he lashed out, over and over, and fiery welts spread across my backside. I jerked, I twisted, and screamed for mercy, but I didn't dare step away it would tighten the noose. The bite of his switch tore my dignity to shreds in mere moments. I whimpered, I moaned, as burning strike after burning strike rained down upon my flesh. I could feel the blood ozzing from the gashes. Again he began the series of rapid strikes, their staccato rhythm prying into my brain as I struggled to count and focus. one, two, three.... I lost track as he struck harder and harder, finally ending with a sweltering slice across my thighs, I shrieked, feeling cut open, feeling exposed, feeling like I was on fire. And then there was nothing I could feel his breath his footsteps falling on the ground behind me.

He grabbed me by the hips and turned me to face him. A tremor shrieked down my spine as I looked into his face. I met his merciless eyes. A depraved sneer played across his lips. He ran his hands along my torso, his fingers surprisingly rough, My breath caught in my throat as his fingers found my crotch. I gasped at the violation, as his fingers encumber deeper, prying open my most private of places. I jolted my body as my arousal betrayed me. This shouldn't feel good, not this, not him, not now, of all times and all places. My mind struggling against it. He toyed with me creating a . A lazy wave of pleasure crept out from his fingers, violating me deep into my core. I moaned and felt myself sink into a sense of humiliation.

"Do you have something to say?" He asked me.
"Please don't do this," I begged him. My eyes pleading with shame.

He loomed over me and spat in my face, his fingers still playing across my sensitive clitoris. "I didn't say you could talk'' His saliva lowly trickled down my face. A tear leaked out of the corner of my eye. He reached up, and with his hand soaked in my juices, gently rubbed my cheek, massaging the mixture into my face like lotion. My face smelt of my own sex. I turned my head away. He grabbed my chin, and forced my head back, looking deep into my eyes. "What's wrong? Doesn't that feel good? Don't you like it when a man touches you there? I can tell you do. You're all wet for me. You reek of it, "Right now, you're my filthy whore, got that? I can smell your cunt. I can smell your fear and I can smell Your submission. You're going to be a good little slut for me, aren't you?" clutching at my cunt I cried out. He let go, and as the pain subsided, my sex throbbing, a hypnotic pulse drilled though me, connecting with the heat, and the pain from my backside.

I pulled back the tears, not willing to give him the pleasure of seeing me break down, not willing to give him the benefit of a response. He punched me once again in the face and fiercely bit my bottom lip, pulling me tight up against him by my crotch. I whimpered as his tongue forced its way into my mouth, a wet kiss of meanness and cruel intentions. He shoved me away from him, and I hovered precariously on my toes, hopping to keep my feet underneath me.

"Having trouble standing? Let me help you with that “he said in a cold callous tone. He grabbed my right foot and bent it up at the knee, leaving me swaying on one foot. With the unmistakable " whistle " of his whip, he smacked the sole of my foot. I cried out in agony, trying to wrench my leg away from him, but his hands held firm like a vice. Again he struck, and again. The nerves in my foot were on fire, and the exquisite agony spread up my legs. the staccato rhythm that had become so familiar to me, drove into my foot, and up my leg, shooting signals of white hot pain lancing into my brain. I screamed loud and begged for him to stop. Just as my left knee began to buckle, and I knew I would fall, he let go of my foot, and I caught myself, hesitantly stepping I gasped. He grabbed my left foot, leaving me balancing on my freshly beaten foot, and proceeded to repeat the process. I felt like I was dancing on hot coals, and the flames threatened to consume me, and reason escaped me. There was no time or space, there was only him, and the pain on my feet, throbbing in rhythm, I would have done anything to stop this torture.

Then suddenly, there wasn't even that. He dropped my foot which hit the ground, and I stood, once again, on my toes, taking deep gulps of air, shuddering uncontrollably, and tears fresh in my eyes. I rapidly blinked, trying to force them back, I could feel the heat radiating from them. I once again felt the mound from his body behind me, reminding me of his arousal from my suffering. "For your sake, I'd try to stay on your toes," he whispered to me. I nodded my head obediently.

He smacked my raw tender bottom with his hand, with enough force to cause me to take a step forward compromising my balance, I some how managed to compose myself as my head seemed to blur into some void. With a loud snap, the switch tore into the front of my thighs. I writhed, crying out. With the familiar disjointed rhythm introduced its self to my thighs. I groaned in agony. "I told you not to move, , can't you hear me? Do I need to talk louder?" He punctuated that last question with a searing lash of the switch that had me shrieking anew in torment. He grabbed a handful of my hair, and with a fierce yank, pulled me tight against him. He wrapped one hand around my chest and squeezed, and dropped the switch from his other hand, grabbing instead a handful of my moist cunt. I whimpered audibly. "Oh," he breathed, "I think you like being my whipping post, you sick girl." He slid his fingers into my soaking wet cunt. I leaned into him, eager not to struggle anymore, knowing it was futile. He rubbed my clitoris, slowly with a hard force, making my legs buckle he began to quicken his pace but keeping the pressure hard until, against my own will, I was writhing against him like a bitch in heat, as delicious pleasure slowly crept into my legs and lower back until my whole body ached with the tension authorized my body allow this pleasure, I couldn't help myself. "That's it," he growled. "I know you like it, take it".

I felt completely and utterly betrayed, as an orgasm tore through me, and I came, right then and there, in his arms, jerking and turning, gasping and crying out as the surging waves of unwanted pleasure burned me to the core. If it weren't for his strong arm holding me tight, I would have collapsed. When I was finally able to stop shuddering, he reached his hand up, drenched with my cum, and smeared it into my face and forcing me to taste my own juices.

"Oh, you are such a slut, who would have thought you had that much in you.".  With that last jibe, he lifted me off my feet, loosened the noose and slid it off my neck, and shoved me forward onto the ground. I was too exhausted to fight, and still quivering from the orgasm he'd torn from me. the surrender and fear over ridden by the arousal and pleasure I had just received. pleasure My body ached as I lay there slowly inhaling the musty air surrounding me. The souls of my feet engulfed in pain, my back and thighs burning with the raw wounds and welts from being beaten. My head still throbbing and my mind still in a state of shame. I had no chance to recover. The next thing I felt were his hands pulling me up onto my knees, and then his cock shoving deep into my wet pussy, completing the immense violation. I cried out. He shoved my face into the earth, and grabbing my tied hands like reins, thrust himself deep. I tried to struggle, but he kept shoving me back, his strength overpowering my disagreement, his cock pounding deep in me, punching the insides of my womb with each thrust. Causing me to once again contest the pleasure from the painful thrusts taking my breath away spreading out from my rebellious cunt like a plague. I couldn't stop him, I couldn't stop it. My body revolted against me, and I came with a scream and knelt there, as he used me like nothing but a fuck toy, and I came again and again as he rode me, thrusting brutally deep into me, emotionless until finally he was spent, and he came inside me. I could feel his cock pulse when he did, in unison with the pounding of my cunt.

He slid out and pulled up his pants. I just lay there, feeling utterly forsaken, and utterly mortified, and utterly alive, as every nerve on every inch of me boiled. I could feel his cum dripping out of my pussy. Ozzing like some puss filled gash infected with slime I was beyond caring. I was beyond thinking. I lay there still thankful it was all over.
"Get up, ," he barked. Get up now!!"

With trembling limbs, I managed to get to my knees, and then wobble slowly to my feet. Cum dripped down my leg; mine and his, intermixed. I moaned with disblife I thought I was safe I thought it was all over.

"Stop that, you whiny brat," He mocked. I just looked at him, hoping that whatever he had in mind was near its completion, hoping that soon I could go.
"What?" he demanded. "Do you have something to say?"
"P - please," I stammered. "I've done everything you've asked. Please let me go."
"Who says I'm done with you?" He punched my face leaving me with a bloody nose. my head boomed with the pressure . He grabbed me by the throat and pulled me closer. "What do you have to do that's more important than me, whore? You're my whore, remember?" He picked me up again, and slid the noose around my neck, synching it down tight once more, and stood me to demi pointe.
"No," I begged. "Please no. I just - I just...." I fumbled for words. "I have to pee!" I cried, with a sob.
looking at me with disbelief he undid his belt, whipped it out of his belt loops, and whacked me solidly across the back with it. I winced in pain. He whacked me again. And again. I yelped, and jerked, trying desperately to turn away.
 
"You better hurry up and piss yourself whore. I am waiting." He kept striking me with his belt, bringing fire anew coursing across the back of my body. With what little ounce of decorum I had left seemed to depart my body as I slowly pissed myself.
The warmth running down my leg, mixing with the cum, pooling into a warm, muddy puddle at my feet, and he continued to strike me until at last I was finished.
"Why must you make things so hard on yourself?" He chided.

I panted. As he replaced his belt. I was humiliated beyond words, but oh so relieved at the same time.
Once again, He untied the rope from the tree, and slipped the noose off of my neck. He wrapped up the rope, securing it to his belt. I fell to the ground and lay there lifeless and numb from what I ad just experienced. my body had suffered and my mind was completely derelict, I didn't know what to think as I saw the foot steps disappear into the trees, until they were out of site and I could no longer hear the branches beneath his feet.

Its certainly not how I had expected to spend my birthday day.