Stolen Orgasms

The sun was filtering through the dense canopy of the woods behind my house, casting dappled shadows on the dirt path I hiked every weekend. I wasn't looking for trouble, but when I heard a faint sob echoing from the underbrush, curiosity pulled me off trail. Pushing aside ferns and low branches, I spotted her—a young woman, a teenager, with disheveled auburn hair and wide, frightened green eyes. She wore a thin tank top clinging to her sweat-dampened skin, shorts that barely covered her thighs, and hiking boots caked in mud. She looked lost, clutching a map that was clearly useless out here.

"Hey, you okay?" I called out, stepping closer. She jumped, backing against a tree trunk, her chest heaving. "I... I think I'm lost. My phone's dead, and I can't find the trail back to the dormitory in Louis Boarding School." Her voice trembled, innocent and vulnerable. Something dark stirred in me then, a hunger I'd kept buried. Instead of offering help right away, I closed the distance, my hand shooting out to grab her wrist. She yelped, trying to pull away, but I yanked her toward me, slamming her body against mine.

"No, please! Let me go!" she cried, struggling as I pinned her arms above her head with one hand, the rough bark scraping her back through her shirt. My free hand ripped at her tank top, tearing the fabric down the front to expose her perky tits, nipples hardening in the cool air despite her fear. She kicked out, but I pressed my knee between her legs, forcing them apart. "Shut up," I growled, my mouth crashing onto hers, forcing my tongue past her resisting lips. She bit me, drawing blood, but that only fueled the fire. I backhanded her lightly, just enough to stun her, then shoved her shorts and panties down in one rough tug, leaving her bare from the waist down.

Her pussy was neatly trimmed, lips already slightly parted from the adrenaline. I dropped to my knees, ignoring her pleas, and buried my face between her thighs. My tongue lapped at her folds, tasting her as I sucked hard on her clit. She thrashed, hands clawing at my hair, as I plunged two fingers inside her tight hole, curling them against her inner walls. "Stop! Oh god, no!" she sobbed, but her juices started flowing, coating my chin. I pumped faster, my teeth grazing her sensitive nub, and soon her cries mixed with gasps. Her walls clenched around my fingers, and she came hard, a gush of wetness flooding my mouth as her legs shook uncontrollably. "I... I didn't want that," she whimpered, tears streaming down her face.

I stood, wiping my mouth, my cock straining against my jeans. Unzipping, I freed my thick shaft, already leaking pre-cum. She stared at it in horror, shaking her head. "Please, don't...it's too big" Seven inches is not too big. Though it was fat, a cunt could push a whole baby no size was too big. I grabbed her hips, spinning her around to face the tree, bending her over. Her ass cheeks spread slightly as I positioned myself, the head of my dick nudging her entrance. With a brutal thrust, I buried myself balls-deep in her pussy, her warmth enveloping me despite the resistance. She screamed, fingers digging into the bark, but I didn't care—I pulled back and slammed in again, setting a punishing rhythm. Each pound stretched her wide, my balls slapping against her clit.

Her body jolted with every invasion, sobs turning to ragged breaths. I reached around, pinching her nipple hard while my other hand rubbed her clit in rough circles. "You're gonna cum for me again, slut,'" I grunted, feeling her tighten. She fought it, clenching her jaw, but the friction built too fast—her pussy spasmed around my cock, milking me as her second orgasm ripped through her. Juices squirted down her thighs, her knees buckling, but I held her up, fucking her through it. "No, fuck, why..." she gasped, hating her own pleasure.

Not done yet, I pulled out, slick with her cum, and forced her to her knees in the dirt. Her face was a mess of tears and dirt, but I gripped her hair, shoving my cock past her lips. She gagged, hands pushing at my thighs, but I face-fucked her relentlessly, the head hitting the back of her throat. Saliva dripped from her chin as I used her mouth like a toy. After a few minutes, I withdrew, flipping her onto her back in the leaves. Spreading her legs wide, I plunged back into her pussy, this time grinding deep, my thumb pressing her clit while I sucked on her tits, biting the soft flesh.

Her resistance weakened, body arching against her will as I hammered into her. "Cum one more time," I demanded, angling to hit that spot inside. She shook her head, but her hips bucked up, meeting my thrusts. The third orgasm crashed over her like a wave—her pussy convulsed wildly, nails raking my arms as she cried out, a mix of shame and ecstasy. I roared, pulling out to spray hot ropes of cum across her stomach and tits.

Panting, I tucked myself away and hauled her to her feet. She was limp, clothes in tatters, cum drying on her skin. You were looking for directions?" I said, smirking." Forget that. You're coming with me." She protested weakly, but I clamped a hand over her mouth, dragging her through the woods toward my house. The short walk felt eternal, her bare feet stumbling over roots, but I didn't let go. Once inside, I locked the door, pushing her toward the bedroom.

***

My body ached as he dragged me through the woods, his iron grip on my arm bruising my skin. The taste of dirt and tears lingered in my mouth, my torn tank top hanging in shreds over my breasts, cum drying sticky on my stomach and chest. My shorts and panties were gone, lost somewhere in the underbrush, leaving me exposed to the cool air and the rough ground scraping my bare feet. Every step sent jolts of pain and humiliation through me—I'd cum three times against my will, my body betraying me while my mind screamed in horror.

The trees thinned, and suddenly we emerged at the edge of a clearing. A small cabin loomed ahead, isolated and foreboding, smoke curling from its chimney like a warning. He shoved me forward, up the creaky porch steps, and inside. The door slammed shut behind us, the lock clicking with finality. The interior was dim, cluttered with hunting gear and a faint musty smell. He didn't give me time to process; his hands were on me again, stripping away the remnants of my clothes until I stood naked and shivering in the living room.

"Bedroom," he grunted, pushing me down a short hallway. I stumbled into a sparsely furnished room dominated by a large bed with iron frame posts. Panic surged—I lunged for the door, but he caught me easily, slamming me onto the mattress. The springs groaned under my weight as he pinned me down, his knee digging into my thigh. From the nightstand, he grabbed a coil of rope, rough and scratchy against my wrists as he bound them to the headboard posts, stretching my arms wide. My legs he tied to the footboard, ankles secured so I lay spread-eagled, completely vulnerable. The ropes bit into my skin, unyielding, as I twisted futilely, my pussy still sore and slick from the woods.

"You're not going anywhere," he said, stripping off his shirt to reveal a muscled chest glistening with sweat. His jeans followed, his cock springing free—thick and veined, already hardening againat the sight of me helpless. I yanked at the bonds, the wood creaking but holding firm." Stop! This is wrong—let me go" Tears welled up again, but he ignored me, climbing onto the bed. His hands roamed my body roughly, squeezing my tits, pinching my nipples until they peaked painfully. He leaned down, capturing one in his mouth, sucking hard while his fingers trailed lower, parting my folds.

I gasped as he plunged two fingers inside me without warning, the intrusion stretching my tender walls. "No, please," I whimpered, but he curled them expertly, rubbing that spot that made stars burst behind my eyes. His thumb circled my clit, relentless pressure building despite my hatred. My hips jerked involuntarily, the unwanted heat coiling in my core. He added a third finger, pumping faster, his mouth switching to my other breast, teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. The ropes held me open, no escape from the invasion. Pleasure built against my will, my pussy clenching around him, juices leaking onto the sheets. "Fight it all you want," he murmured against my skin, "but you'll cum for me."

I bit my lip, trying to hold back, but the friction was too much—my body arched, a sob escaping as the orgasm tore through me. Waves of ecstasy pulsed from my core, my walls spasming, soaking his hand. Shame flooded me hotter than the release; I hated how good it felt, how my clit throbbed under his touch. He didn't stop, withdrawing his fingers only to replace them with his tongue, lapping at my oversensitive folds, sucking my clit into his mouth.

My breaths came in ragged pants, the aftershocks still rippling when he intensified, his hands gripping my thighs to hold them apart. I squirmed, the ropes chafing my wrists, but the suction pulled another moan from me unwillingly. His tongue delved deep, fucking in and out while his fingers pinched my inner lips, tugging gently. The second climax built slower but fiercer, my toes curling against the footboard. "Oh, no—not again," I cried, but my pussy betrayed me, flooding his mouth as I shattered, hips bucking up to grind against his face.

He rose, wiping his chin with a satisfied grin, his cock now fully erect and dripping. Without a word, he positioned himself between my legs, the head nudging my entrance. I shook my head frantically. "Don't—please, I'm begging you." But he thrust in deep, filling me completely, the stretch burning deliciously despite the terror. He set a brutal pace, pounding into me, his balls slapping my ass with each drive. One hand braced on the bed, the other rubbed my clit in tight circles, syncing with his hips.

The fullness overwhelmed me, his thick shaft hitting deep, grinding against my walls. I clenched around him, trying to push him out, but it only heightened the sensation. Sweat slicked our bodies, the bed rocking under us. "Cum on my cock," he demanded, leaning down to bite my neck as his big fat dick easly slides in and out of my pussy that kept getting shamefully wetter with each assault. Each thrust giving me a feeling I had never knew existed. In another situation I would have cried for him to fuck me harder but he was abusing me and I had to stay strong. The pressure mounted, my body surrendering as the third orgasm crashed over me—my pussy pulsating rhythmically, cries echoing off the walls as I convulsed, nails digging into my palms from the bound position.

He pulled out abruptly, leaving me empty and aching, only to flip me onto my stomach—or as much as the ropes allowed, my arms twisted above me. He retied my ankles higher, ass up and exposed. His hands spread my cheeks, a finger circling my tight asshole before dipping lower to my dripping pussy. He slid back inside from behind, the angle deeper, his hips slamming against my ass. Reaching around, he found my clit again, pinching and rolling it while he fucked me hard.

Each thrust jolted me forward, the ropes pulling taut. The fourth orgasm snuck up, fueled by the raw dominance—my walls fluttered, then clamped down, juices squirting around his cock as I wailed into the pillow. He groaned, feeling me tighten. As if in retaliation, he fucked me furiously, and came with a grunt, hot spurts filling my pussy.

"Pussy so good." He moaned as he came.

Exhausted, I lay there panting, body spent. He finally untied me, my limbs numb and red from the ropes. "Get dressed," he said casually, tossing me a spare shirt and shorts that hung loose. I obeyed numbly, too drained to fight. He drove me to my school in silence.