The sun is shining and not a cloud in the sky. A perfect day for you to tackle the mountain trail at Popock national park. You drive out to the trail start in your cute little hatchback. Parking in the car park you are the only one there at this time of day. You like it that way, as there are no old folk to hold you up. There is only one old pickup park at the far end. The ranger you suppose. You step from your car and adjust your grey leggings and sports top. Tying a knot in the back to keep it tight to your toned stomach. You admire your reflection in the car window and admire your tight runners butt. You check your laces and stretch your legs on the timber surrounding the car park. You’re feeling good today and head off on the 4 mile trail with only a water bottle and a small pouch holding your keys.
You’re making good time and still feeling good. When the trail opens into a clearing, you slow and stop to admire the view. You rest on a log, lightly stretching to keep your toned legs warm. The only sound you hear is dirt bikes off in the distance, other wise golden silence.
Your peace is broken by a dirt bike coming up the trail in your direction. It slows and the rider looks at you as he passes, then rides off in a cloud of dust. You figure that’s a good reason to get back to it. You stand, sip some water, and head off.
After a short time, you’re making your way up a slight incline when you see the dirt bike up ahead. The fact you’re alone and without a phone dawns on you and your heart races a little, but the rider moves off the path for you to pass. You nod a thanks and continue on. You round a bend in the path and see another dirt bike. You slow to a walk. The rider guns the throttle and spins the bike around towards you. Your heart sinks.
Behind you, you hear the other bike approach. He pulls up and revs the engine. They both rev their bikes. Now your scared. Looking around you search for an escape. This is most definitely a trap. You run for the trees. The bikes follow, gaining on you quickly.
There is no way you can out run them. The trees scratch at your skin and clothes, tearing at both. The bikes are on you now. You feel the two prongs hit your back before the jolts of electricity drop you mid stride.
The riders are on you before you can scream. Holding you down, you can smell their body odour. The weight on you is crushing. These are big strong men. You can’t escape and you know it. They shift positions and hold your hands together above your head. They tear off your top, and expose your sports bra. A knife makes short work of the fabric and your breasts are exposed to the chilled air.
The other rider tears at your leggings. Ripping the crotch open and cutting away your tiny thong. His hands grab at you as he pleases. They are both gripping and slapping you. Your face and tits are made red from their brutal attack.
“We’re gonna fuck you so bad” one of them grunts at you. They both hold you firm as they pull their already hard cocks from their riding pants. You fight and struggle, but get nowhere. You feel a cock push against your pussy lips and your clit tingles. “Fuck me, she’s getting wet” the rider between your legs says, “She loves having two guys rape her.”
He forces his cock inside you, and you moan almost instinctively. The other holds your arms as he presses his cock to your mouth. Instinct takes over again and you open your mouth and stick out your tongue. While you’re scared beyond belief, the slut inside you surfaces and takes over. You hungrily take the cock into your mouth and suck it. A switch in your brain has been flipped, and you writhe and moan as these dirty beasts fuck you.
The two flip you and turn you, taking turns to penetrate your fuck holes. You stopped resisting ages ago and now you push back to meet their thrusts. Moaning as his hard cock slams into the deepest parts of your dripping cunt. You feel it as he hits your g spot and the orgasm builds, starting in your throbbing clit, it fires up your spine and makes your nipples hard. The cock in your mouth forces down into your willing throat and pushes your orgasm to its limits. Again the slut inside overcomes your fears and you cum hard, squirting your juices to the dirt below you.
Finally the two stand in front of you. You kneel willingly as they jerk their cocks. You run your tongue over their bulging heads. First one, then the other sprays your face and chest with their cum. Your lap at it and rub it into your skin.
They step back, tucking their cocks away. “What do we do with her?” one says. “We just get out of here” says the other. Your inner slut burst forth again. “Take me with you! I won’t run away and you can fuck me when ever you want.“ The two look at each other.
The police searched the park where your car was reported as being dumped. With no trace of a body or any witnesses, your disappearance is left to the cold case department. Meanwhile, you have become a true fuck doll. Your inner slut’s dream. You spend your day fucking and sucking the riders of the dirt bike club.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/c6qme4/stupid_girls_run_in_the_national_park_rape_warning