1. Don´t Go Into The Woods


    Date: 7/29/2015, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    Nearly all my training over these weeks had been as if I wanted to be the girl standing here. Dick had drawn so much out of me and a spanking was a learning experience not a punishment. Amazingly, regardless of my repulsion inside, I now obeyed every command. The tears in my eye were overshadowed by the sound of a vehicle, the first in a month. I was hoping it was someone coming to rescue me. But I knew it was just the opposite. I was afraid, nervous, apprehensive, and submissive about what would be next. “Here come the men. Go open the door. ” he said. I walked obediently towards the door and although the plug wasn’t that big I could feel it every step. Between the walking lessons of short steps foot in front of foot and the plug I could feel myself swaying to the door. I heard car doors open and some muffled male voices. Apprehensively I turned the old rusty knob and the door creaked open. Emerging from the big black Yukon SUV with muddy tires were seven men none of whom were smaller or younger then Dick. I shuddered with fear as I looked at them with my practiced smile and learned demur stance. Even though I had become compliant on the outside and tamed on the inside I had not reached any point of being ok with what was happening to me. These men were old rugged beer drinking hunters. All had big guts flopping over their belts. Some had beards and as I was soon to find out grooming was not in their vocabulary. I also learned not much later they nearly all chewed tobacco ...
    and had yellow teeth. Some were a bit toothless. But they are appeared ruthless. A couple of them headed to the trunk but one of them looked directly at me and said to the others, “What a nice looking cunt we have here.” But, perhaps I should take you back to the beginning of my demise about three months ago. Chapter One Ð The Unfriendly Woods “Hello sweetie,” the gruff male voice sounded from behind me. I was still squatting and had just finished peeing when this deep baritone hilly-billy voice shocked me starting my adrenaline flowing faster then an open fire hydrant. “Just get up and turn around,” he commanded. I began to pull my panties up but he told me he was pointing a gun at me and for me to “turn around so I can see your pussy.” Nervous tremors rippled through my body as I turned into my fear and saw his gun. “I don’t have a pussy but please let me explain,” I weakly answered hoping this would all end. I’ve always enjoyed my annual camping trips deep in the West Virginia woods. Over the past 3 years I had only had one visitor pass by my camp site while I spent my six night alone and dressed as a woman. And that particular time it was just a friendly wave from across the wide river. I was a bit shocked then but I took it in stride and continued my annual event driving deep into the woods and then hiking about fifteen miles to a small-secluded campsite on private land that I rented each year. This area in the woods that I rented encompassed a couple of hundred acres and ...