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We left her contacts in as long as we could before they begin to dry up and become useless. When she realized the real reason that she couldn’t see, she was so relieved she cried. I stood there watching her tears stream down her cheeks, her arms wrapped around herself as she curled in a ball on the floor. My cock begin to twitch and I fucked her right then and there, getting off on the distress she was in. She cried more as I did, making it hard for me to avoid cumming quickly. After this exciting day, things went back to normal for a while and I begin to get bored. I decided to reach out to a couple of buddies that I have known for a long time. It’s time for Emma to join me on a camping trip.
Three of my friends decided they were up for a trip as well. I went down to Emma to break the exciting news. When I got downstairs, she was doing yoga. She heard the door open and finished her movement from downward dog to kneeling, looking up at me. “You already came down here this morning, why are you back?” She snapped at me, her voice annoyed. “You still have quite a mouth on you, Emma. It’s brave considering all the possible outcomes.” She rolled her eyes at me whispering “whatever” and waiting for me to tell her why I was there. The consistency of the past few weeks gave her confidence clearly.
I felt like messing with her so I said “I feel like it’s time to let you out of here.” Her eyes widened, excitement quietly filling her face as she tried to avoid giving me the impression that she was too happy. “Really?” She asked. “Yeah, you’ve been of plenty use to me” I responded. She stood up and walked over to me, “thank you, thank you” she said, hugging me. I let her arms hang around me for a few seconds, allowing the joy and excitement of her upcoming departure sink in. Then I said, “you’re welcome. A couple of my buddies are going to have a great time with you.”
She recoiled, looking at me with more anger than I had seen her show before. A sly smile appeared on my face, enjoying her response. I couldn’t help it. As I was enjoying the moment, she slapped me in the face. This was quickly followed my her palms being pushed into my chest, making me take a step back. I put my hands up to catch hers, trying to stop her blows but she surprised me by dodging my attempt and hitting me again. “I fucking hate you” she yelled at me as her hands continued to flail around. She was small, the hits and pushes didn’t hurt but I was beginning to get annoyed with the disrespect.
I punched her in the stomach, making her keel over and fall to her knees in pain. She coughed, trying to catch her breath but I got on top of her and grabbed her face. She immediately tried to wiggle out of my grasp by hitting me more. I punched her in the cheek twice, a bruise and swelling forming quickly. Her hands came up to her face, trying to avoid the blows. I stopped once she was cowering under me and warned her “if you hit me again, you’re going to think that everything previous to your punishment was a walk in the park.” She remained frozen in fear, not looking at me. “Fucking look at me Emma.” She looked up at me, the fear in her eyes evident and fierce. “Do you understand me?” I growled at her. She shook her head up and down. I balled my fist back up and drew back, seeing her cover her face again. “I asked if you understand” I repeated angrily. “Yes” she said, quickly following up with a “yes sir” correcting herself.
I got off her and went upstairs to begin packing for the weekend camping trip. I checked the camera a couple times, watching as she cleaned up her cheek and waited for me to return. Once all gear and clothes were packed in the vehicle, I went downstairs and grabbed her cage to load into the truck as well. As I picked it up, she asked me where I was taking it. “You’re going to need somewhere to lay while we drive up to the camping spot, silly.” She didn’t respond, just continued to wait. As I loaded her cage, it was getting dark. Once it was completely night out, I would bring her up and load her into the truck.
An hour went by, the neighborhood quiet and dark. I went down to Emma and told her to get up. She stood, looking at me angrily but silent. Her cheek was bruised and still swollen, something that would act as a reminder for her expectation of behavior for the weekend. I handed her an oversized shirt to put on, she reached out and accepted it. “You’re going to follow me upstairs and get into your cage in my backseat. If you scream or run, I will kill you.” She finished slipping the shirt over her head and looked at me in fear, having never heard me threaten her in that way before. “If you think I’m not going to, try me. Your throat will be slit before you finish your attempt at either.” I showed her the knife I brought with me. Goosebumps spread across her arms, the blood draining from her face.
We moved out of her room and into the entertainment room. Then we walked up the steps to the shed, an area that she had never been before conscious. She got to the top of the steps and I grabbed her wrist, walking her towards the truck. She looked around, seeming to try and get an idea of what was around her. She likely was able to map out our back yard but it was too dark for her to get any idea as to where she was. I opened the door and gestured for her to crawl in, she complied and awkwardly fit herself inside the cage. I closed it and locked it, then shut the door. Even if she escaped the cage, the child locks were on so she wasn’t going anywhere.
As we headed to the camping spot, I begin to brief her on the upcoming adventure. “Okay Emma, I have three life long friends coming on the trip with us today. They are all really excited to meet you.” She remained quiet and turned away from me, not acknowledging me. “Thats fine, you don’t need to respond. Just listen.” I continued. “Where we are going is very remote. If you run, you will find that you’re trapped in miles of woods that are riddled with bears, mountain lions, and more. All the men are into different things, I expect that you will find ways of making sure they are all satisfied. I’m not sure where you’re going to sleep yet, depends on what the guys feel like but either way your sleeping schedule will be dependent on our use for you. None of these men are going to help you. If you try to ask them for help, I will know and the result won’t be pretty. You’re getting the privilege of going on this trip because we find you useful. That’s it. So remain useful.”
We continued driving, three hours having gone by when I pulled onto the dirt road that would lead us to the camping spot we had chosen. My friends were already there, a fire started and plates in their laps as they waved at my truck pulling in. I parked and hopped out, walking over to them “hey guys, how’s it going?” They all responded back with a greeting similar to one another and then offered a plate of food. I accepted, sitting down on a log next to the fire and ate while catching up with everyone. After dinner, Dave said “so where is she?” The other two men watched me, lust filling their eyes as they waited for my response. “In the backseat, ready to have some fun?” They all grinned, shaking their head yes. Dave was single but Michael and Cory were married. Their sex lives had become less exciting as the years drew on and they were excited to let loose.
I walked over to the truck, opening the door and seeing that Emma had passed out. I unlocked and opened the cage, the rattling of metal waking her slightly. She slowly blinked open her eyes, looking around at where she was now. “Get out” I demanded, she turned around, pointing her feet towards the entrance of the cage and backed out. She followed me to the fire where the other three sat, drinking beer. “Wow she’s hot” Cory exclaimed. “You don’t know that” Michael said, “she’s wearing a unshapely t-shirt.” Dave took a swig of beer, “take it off.” Emma looked at me, confusion painted on her face. “You heard him, take it off.” She slowly lifted the bottom of the shirt up and over her head, holding the shirt in her hands and standing awkwardly on display. “Okay you’re right,” Dave said “she’s hot.”
She blushed, clearly embarrassed. “Come sit on my lap pretty girl” Michael said to her. She was frozen, not moving. I pulled the shirt out of her hands and pushed her towards him. They all laughed, entertained. She walked over to Michael and took a seat on his lap, his hand snaking up to her breast and pinching her nipple. “What happened to your cheek?” He asked. She remained silent. “Did you misbehave?” He asked. She remained silent still, her gaze on the ground in front of him. “It hurts doesn’t it?” She nodded her head up and down, gesturing yes. “Well be a good girl for us this weekend and you won’t get anymore of those.” She didn’t respond to this, only remained in place with his hands groping her.
“My turn” Cory said, “come here sweetheart” she stood, Michael slapping her hard on the ass as she walked away. She jumped slightly on impact, but continued over to Cory. He wasted no time, as he stood and removed his erect cock from his pants. I had never seen his cock before but he was huge. A lot larger than me, width and lengthwise. It wasn’t going to be easy for Emma, considering she chokes on me. He placed his hand on Emma’s head and pushed her down to her knees, shoving his cock in her face. She looked up at him, opening her mouth and welcoming him in.
He started out slow, thrusting in and out of her mouth. She reached her hands up to assist in the blowjob, only to have them swatted away. “No hands, slut.” She moved her hands back down to her sides as Cory begin to push harder into the back of her throat making her choke. Drool fell out of her mouth and onto her chin, him only getting faster as it did. “Look up at me” he said, moaning in intervals as he continued throating her. She did as he asked, coughing and choking with him still inside her. “Fuck yeah, I’m going to fill your mouth with cum” grunting more. “I hear cum grosses you out, little Emma. We are going to cure you of that this weekend.” Her eyes widened, scared of this thought. He pushed into her mouth, holding her head in his hands and keeping her in place. She struggled in place, gagging and writhing as he spoke to her. “Im going to cum on your tongue and you’re going to leave it there until I say you can swallow.” She definitely heard him but with his cock completely down her throat so she couldn’t respond. He pulled out and quickly shot cum all over her tongue.
She scrunched her eyes shut, seeming to will herself to another place. The cum covered her whole tongue and was dripping off the sides. “Open your eyes, Emma.” She did, disgust evident in her furrowed eyebrows. He pulled his pants back up and sat down, grabbing his open beer and taking a slow swig taunting her. He exhaled loudly, adding an audible “ahhhh” as he relaxed. “Okay Emma, you may swallow.” She frustratingly and quickly swallowed. He condescendingly patted her head. She was bent over, kneeling and trying to recover from what she considered to be her least favorite thing to do. Meanwhile, Michael walked over to her, grabbing a fistful of her hair and dragged her across the ground. He lead her to one of the logs, kicked the log to its side and bent her over it with her ass in the air.
Her hands were flat on the gravel below the log, bracing her body as he slapped her ass. He felt her pussy, noticing how aroused she was. He looked at us, surprised that this was the case. “You weren’t kidding, she’s a whore through and through.” He played with her pussy, making fun of her as he did. “You enjoy this treatment Emma?! Who would have thought.” She said “no, of course not.” He roared with laughter, showing off his soaked fingers to everyone else. “You could have fooled me” he said. “I can’t control my body.” He laughed and said “no but we can.” We all joined him in laughter as he continued to finger her. “Spread your ass for me” he said matter of factly. She struggled to move her hands from the ground to her ass, the bark of the log pressing into her belly and breasts. She did her best to balance and keep her ass spread but the log kept rolling around forcing her face into the dirt.
Michael pulled his cock out now too, it comparable to mine. He slid into her pussy, being nice enough to lube himself up before doing what I knew was coming. He had told me before we came on this trip that he loved anal but his wife never let him. He was going to use this trip to get it out of his system. After wetting his cock in her pussy, he pulled out and pushed into her asshole. She screamed in pain as he relentlessly continued forward, not caring about whether he was ripping her open. She cried out more, moving her hands to the ground and grasping at the dirt. “Mmmm” Cory moaned out, “she sounds so fucking hot” he said continuing. She wiggled around, her legs kicking at the dirt. “You struggling turns me on so much” he told her, fucking her like a jackrabbit the more she tried escaping. “Tell me you love my cock” he told her. She just cried out, trying to escape the weight of him on and in her. He grabbed her hair, slapping her face “I said, tell me you love my cock.” She whined out “I-I love your” sniffling, “your cock.” She said. “Mmm, again” he demanded. “I love your cock” she said, crying. As these words exited her mouth, he came inside her ass. He buried himself as far into her as he could taking a breath before pulling out.
“Wow, you said she was fun, but you didn’t say she was this fun” Michael said to me. Dave was the only one that hadn’t cum out of my three friends. Emma remained slumped over the log, seemingly defeated. She quietly cried, catching her breath. Dave spoke up, “can I have her tonight,” he looked to me for permission, “in my tent I mean.” I didn’t mind, I had Emma all the time and the others had used her already. “Sure Dave, have fun.” Emma sat up off of the log, sitting in the dirt as cum leaked from her ass. “Follow me” I told Emma, walking towards the water faucet at the site. She stood slowly, pained and bruised following me. I turned the water on, “clean yourself up and then go with Dave.“ It was the middle of July, the air warm but the water was freezing. Her jaw chattered as she ran her body and head under the water, cleaning the dirt and cum from her body.
Once clean, I shut the water off. She stood there shivering, as Dave said “let’s go Emma.” She turned and walked towards him, following him to his already pitched tent. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her, drying her off. He was very delicate and soft with her, taking his time drying every piece of her body. I was intrigued but walked to my truck to start setting up my tent, leaving Dave to enjoy his time with Emma.
Dave’s perspective
After drying Emma off, I lead her inside my tent. “Come on in Emma, get comfortable.” I reached out and laid her damp hair behind her shoulders. Her fair skin was soft and smooth, her red hair complimenting the tone. I brushed the back of my hand across her cheek, seeing her uncomfortable response to my softness. The purple bruise on her cheek made her hazel eyes amplify in color. There was something about her innocent face and body being riddled in various bruising and marks that made my cock hard. I wanted to take my time with her. “You’re very pretty, you know that?” I told her in a kind tone. She blushed, again uncomfortable with my kindness. She seemed to be in more discomfort with me being nice to her than when our friends were relentless with her just minutes ago. I enjoyed the change in pace, catching her off guard.
I leaned in and kissed her cheek, moving slowly and softly down to her chin and then her neck. She slinked further into herself, her neck tucking into her chest and her shoulders folding inwards as she backed away. I reached up and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back and up to look at me. “Kiss me” I told her. She couldn’t even look me in the eyes, her inability to be vulnerable making me throb. “Emma, look at me” I said in a soft but demanding tone. She slowly looked up at me, watery eyes peering into mine. I smiled at her, “see, I’m not so bad.” She let out a faint whimper and shook her head yes, still not wanting to let her guard down. This made me laugh a little. She was on edge, unsure of what was to come. She knew what unbridled violence would bring. She knew what forced sex would bring. My treatment of her now left her unsure and nervous.
“Lay down” I said to her, watching as she laid across the sleeping bag I had down. She laid down, staring straight up at the top of the tent seemingly disassociating. I placed my hands just above her knees and pushed them up and apart. “Hold your knees apart for me.” Her hands came to her knees, holding them to her chest. Her pussy and ass on full display for me. I leaned into her, licking her slit. She jerked at the touch, surprised. I gripped the sides of her ass cheeks, indicating to her to remain still as I continued mapping out her vulva with my tongue. I drew circles around her clit, feeling her twitch each time I came across a certain spot. I moved one hand from her ass to slide two fingers into her pussy.
She let put an audible moan, making me smile. I lifted my head up to look at her face, which was bright red in embarrassment. She didn’t want to be enjoying this, but she was and she hated me for it. I returned to my previous action, continuing the same motions as before. Her juices begin to build up, coating my fingers. Her pussy tightening around my fingers, her body tensing up as I continued to flick her clit. She moaned, trying to stop herself from cumming. Failing, she arched her back and shivered against my face. Her hands moved from her legs to her face as she covered it in embarrassment, the waves shaking through her body. I pulled my fingers out, tasting her cum then pushed them back in, out and lifted them to her face. “Taste yourself” I ordered.
Her hands moved from her face, anger and embarrassment reflected in her expression as her mouth opened slightly. I sat up, shoving my fingers into her throat beginning to finger fuck her hard. She struggled under me, my change of pace taking her by surprise. I pulled my hand out and slapped her in the face, her saliva coating her cheek. Leaning into her, I licked the spit on her face and breathed in her scent. I grabbed her by the hair, lifting and flipping onto her stomach quickly. I grabbed her in the crease of her hips and lifted them up so her ass was in the air. She had a wonderful ass, big and round. “I’m going to spank you now. You’re going to count for me and say thank you after each number.” She didn’t respond. “Emma, what are you going to do?” Her voice was shaky as she responded in a very quiet voice “count and say thank you.” I brushed her head, “good girl” and then immediately slapped her.
She let out a sharp “AH” and then said “one, thank you.” I grinned at her obedience, hitting her again. “Two, thank you.” I remained targeted in the same spot, wanting it to get red and tender. I hit her again. “Three, thank you.” I raised my hand up and pretended to come down to spank her, making her lurch slightly. When she calmed from the potential hit, I came down with a hard slap again catching her off guard. “Ahhh” she moaned out, burying her face in the sleeping bag. “What do you say Emma?” She turned her face back to the side, saying “four, thank you” in a pained tone. “Good girl” I told her, slapping her again. “Five, thank you” she whined out. A nice red spot begin to form on her ass cheek. I hit her again, “six, thank you.”
I pulled out my cock, ready to fuck her. “Lay on your back” I instructed. She rolled over onto her tender ass and laid down. I crawled in between her legs, caressing her face and kissing her lips. She didn’t kiss back, instead laid there with her eyes closed. “Open your eyes” I told her, feeling a grin creep onto my face. I wanted her to aware of every minute. I wanted her to watch as I used her. She slowly opened them, her now bloodshot and tired stare looking through me. She didn’t look as much scared as she did unsure. I was a wild card in her normal routine. I enjoyed this position of power over her. I enjoyed the lack of expectancy and understanding in her perspective.
I begin to slide inside of her slowly, watching her. Her wet pussy gripped my cock with vigor and warmth. I moved in and out of her, wading in her discomfort and confusion. I took my time, savoring this moment. She tried looking away or closing her eyes a few times. Each time, I brought her back to the moment making her watch me. Making her pay attention. My climax begin to build the more she attempted to escape mentally. “Kiss me” I told her. Barely puckering her lips, she lifted her head slowly into mine. I gripped her face hard, forcing my tongue into her mouth and kissing her passionately as I pushed into her and came hard as she pulled away from me.
I remained inside her for a short time after, my cock growing soft quickly after. When I lifted my body off hers, she remained frozen. Like a baby deer caught off guard, her eyes wide and frantic. My cum the only thing on her body moving as it dripped out of her slowly. I unzipped the tent and see crawled out, standing once able. “Get up” I told her. She looked up at me, not moving. “GET UP” I said with more frustration. She sat up, getting out of the tent and standing next to me. I grabbed her wrist, pulling her into the woods and pushing her to the ground. Before she could get her bearings straight, my piss was hitting her face. She backed away, angry and annoyed. I found it enjoyable to play target practice with her writhing body on the forest floor. I laughed as her body became dirtied with leaves and mud, barely missing my stream.
Once I finished, I dragged her back to the water pump and made her wash off. Shivering, she quickly ran her face and body under the faucet, getting clean as fast as she could. Once clean, I turned the water off and carried her back to my tent. She crawled in and sat dubiously as she waited for my next command. I crawled in, closing the tent and unzipping the sleeping bag. I got under and motioned for her to do the same. She crawled into the sleeping bag next to me, not moving as I zipped the bag up around us forcing her body close to mine. I made her the little spoon as I wrapped my arms tightly around her waist. “Get some sleep Emma. We have a little hunting game tomorrow and you’ll need to be rested.”
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