Feeling unfulfilled by city life and feeling adventurous and horny, you decide to make a solo day trip to a village in the country. You decide it would be fun to get some attention from random men along the way. It is a hot summer day, so you wear a light dress, no bra, and comfortable shoes to go on a walk.
You board the train in your city and have fun watching and fantasizing about various men and women on the train. You imagine some with no or few clothes, thinking about what their bodies look like under their clothes, the shapes and sizes of their breasts or penises, what kind of hair or body art or jewelry they have concealed or which they allow glimpses through the movement of their bodies on the train.
A few men barely conceal their stares at your purposefully unrestrained breasts and your bare legs and ankles. The thought that these strangers are looking and enjoying your figure makes you feel even more aroused.
The train arrives at your destination and you exit. It is a pretty village about 50km from the city. It is fairly isolated and in a mountain valley. There is only one other returning train that will depart in the early evening. Until then the afternoon is yours to explore on your own.
A few tourists, mostly elderly or families depart the train with you and fan out to walk the high street or the trails leading into the mountain country. You pick a trail that ascends through a series of steep climbs into a wooded and forested area, following a pretty trail-side stream.
You spend a few hours exploring the trail and then descend hot and sweaty back into the outskirts of the town. Along the way you think and fantasize about finding a fellow attractive hiker and striking up a conversation, noting all around places in the woods where a couple might have a quick tryst in the woods.
It is evening now and the outside of the town is quiet. The train to take you back is set to leave in about one hour. You walk past a quiet isolated farm, and explore the grounds a bit. A path from the main trail leads to a little quiet rustic warming shed for hikers. Inside the ground is covered in straw and the windows are shaded with summer dust. It is cool inside and there are bales of soft hay stacked, creating a maze like interior with lots of hiding places.
Now feeling exhilarated from your exercise and gorgeously horny from your stranger fantasies you sit and rest on a stack of soft hay. It is very quiet and there is nobody about that you can see. Your hand slips under you dress and gently begin to rub your pussy and clit discretely through your panties. It feels amazing and exciting to be touching yourself in this quiet public place and your hands brush your breasts through your dress, making your nipples firm and hard, enjoying the moment alone.
Your blissful moment is suddenly interrupted by the sound of a twig breaking and you have feeling that you are being watched. You glance around and sense movement outside the dusty window. You quickly gather yourself and slip your panties back on to exit the shed.
You are met at the entrance by an older man with thinning hair, probably in his late 50’s or early 60’s. He has a protuberant stomach and is wearing shabby clothing and dirty work boots. He’s holding a half empty bottle of schnapps and is visibly intoxicated. He smells of alcohol and sweat, and he stands in front of you preventing you from leaving the shed.
Confused and a bit scared you ask him about how to get back to the town. He smiles and gestures in the direction of the path. You thank him and start to edge past him back outside the structure.
He suddenly grabs your hand and asks if you would like him to walk with you. You forcefully decline and grab back, but his grip tightens around your wrist preventing your from leaving. You try to run, and drag him a few meters, knocking him off his balance, but with his sheer heft and strength you cannot free your wrist, which he is now painfully clenching with his full grip.
He pulls you back down another path leading to a small barn outstructure with some dirty looking farming implements. You are screaming and telling him to stop, but there is nobody else around. In the distance you hear your evening train approaching the station. He puts a dirty, hefty hand over your mouth and pulls your arm behind your back. Unable to resist or make a noise he guides you into the barn.
Inside the barn, he presses you forcefully into the wooden wall, taking your breath away and filling your eyes with tears of pain. His hand still covering your mouth, he rips off your dress forcefully. He commands you to stop yelling, and threatens you that he will hurt you even more if you continue to resist him.
He takes an old cloth bandana from his pocket and forces it in your mouth, tying the back so as to make a mouth gag to prevent you from yelling or speaking. He takes some rope and raises your arms above your head, binding your wrists together, then fastens the binding to hook in the wall.
Now you are completely immobilized. He takes a wooden board and rubs the edge against your buttocks and down your thighs, legs, and calves. The board returns to your buttock and he slaps the edge against your taut white skin, sending a searing shock of heat up your spine, and tears of pain into your eyes. He returns with another blow to the opposite buttock and you feel the tension in your limbs melt away as you realize you are now unable to escape from the situation.
He pulls your hair from behind and starts to inspect your body, which is now his prize. In the distance you hear your last train depart the station and twilight is approaching, and the surrounding hills are deathly quiet. He puts his face against your cheek and you feel his hot breath against you. He licks your neck, swallowing the beads of hot sweat that have formed from your walk and from your panic in this isolated barn.
He licks your shoulders, then traces his tongue all the way down your spine to the waist of your panties, licking your sweat the entire way, sampling your taste …
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