Several years ago, when I was in college, I was at a party with some friends. We were doing what all college kids do, drinking and getting high. I had just dumped my boyfriend because he was cheating on me.
I was getting a lot of attention because the guys knew I was single and I was wearing a very short skirt. I am 5’6 and 105 lbs. I run so I have great legs. My long brunette hair was a turn on too.
I knew most of the guys there and none of them were my type. But flirting was still fun. I didn’t mind flashing my lacy black panties from time to time either.
Toward the end of the night, one of the guys brought up The Clearing. The way he told it, there was a clearing on a hiking trail near the lake that was where women would go to be play raped. It only happened on the third Thursday of the month at sunset. Any woman that walked into the clearing without her shirt on was signalling that she could be kidnapped and raped.
We all laughed and started pointing fingers at girls that were ready to go there right now. While I publically doubted such a clearing existed and that no one would ever do that, I was secretly day dreaming about what it would be like.
That night, once safe in my bed, I let my daydreams guide my fingers. I was thinking about a tall handsome man that had taken me to his place and tied me to the bed. He was pinching my nipples while telling me what a slut I was. I fantasized that his words made me want to cum and soon my finger and my imagination got the best of me.
I moaned quietly in my bed as I came to the thought of being a kidnapped sex slave. I even kept rubbing my clit after I came to simulate being forced.
For the next couple of weeks, I couldn’t get The Clearing out of my head. I fapped daily to varying fantasies around the clearing. Sometimes it was two or three times that I’d cum to those fantasies
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The third Thursday of the month came around. It was March and the air was still cool, but it was definitely warming. After class, I didn’t go back to the dorms because I didn’t want to explain why I was leaving. I tried to study in the library, but my mind was affixed to what might happen that night.
At one point, I went to the restroom just to masterbate. I came so hard and I was so horny that I couldn’t wait. So I drove to the trails and went on a hike. The trails were lightly traveled that day. A few women and fewer guys were there. I passed The Clearing several times, starring at it. I was hoping to get a glimpse of who might be my attacker. But none stood out.
The moment of truth finally arrived. The sun had touched the horizon. I stood at one end of the clearing and looked around. Behind some trees, I packed my shirt and jacket into my back pack. After a few deep breaths, I stepped out from the trees and crossed the clearing.
To my surprise, I made it all the way to the other side. Best I could tell, no one had even seen me. Somewhat releived and some what disappointed, I put my shirt and jacket on and headed to my car.
When I reached the parking lot, there was only one other car. I had decided that the story was fake and threw my backpack into the back seat. Just as I closed the door, a hand covered my mouth. The foul order on his hand caused me to get light headed and suddenly I was out.