Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
A few of my girlfriends planned a hiking trip. It was supposed just to be an easy trail, up to a waterfall where we could swim and picnic, then head back home. However, Sarah said it would be like five hours max. I love the outdoors, and hiking is one of my favorite ways to enjoy nature, but I’m clumsy and directionally challenged.
Halfway up the trail, our sunny day changed within a blink of an eye. The wind whistled through the trees out of nowhere, and dark clouds raced overhead. With the sun gone and my hair whipping in my face, I didn’t see the moss-covered tree stump in the center of the path. Instead, I tripped, trying to catch up to the girls. Trying to right myself, I reached out for any branch, but the one I grabbed broke, and I lost my balance. My body tumbled and rolled painfully down the embankment. I finally stopped rolling and realized I was lost in the woods. Rain poured down from the angry clouds, and my friends were nowhere to be seen.
Lost In The Woods
I knew I couldn’t sit and wait for someone to find me. The rain pounded over me, stinging my skin where it struck, thanks to the fierce wind. I would need to find shelter to wait out the storm. Carefully pushing myself to my feet, I realized the pain in my ankle was probably just a sprain and gingerly put weight on it. It hurt, but I could hobble, and so I did. Pushing through the sticks and weeds, having no idea what direction to go to get back on the trail. Finally, after thirty minutes of fighting the freezing rain, I saw a light in the distance. A cabin?
Elated with fresh energy, I hurried towards the beacon of light, hoping for warmth and maybe some food. When I reached the cabin, I realized it looked like a small hunting cabin. Not something someone would actually live in for long, but the lights were on inside. That must mean someone was home. I pounded on the door with my shivering fists, and no one answered.
So I pushed the door, and when it creaked open, I stepped inside. The warm air stung my frozen skin as I stood just inside, dripping a puddle on the floor. “Hello?” I called out. Again, no answer.
Hunting Cabin
Not waiting to ruin the floor, I dropped my small backpack and peeled off my soaked shirt. It was difficult to pull off my wet jeans, but I kicked off my soggy sneakers and did just that. Then I tiptoed to the fireplace and laid my clothes on the hearth to dry. There was a small throw blanket over a ripped-up leather couch; I wrapped that around my body and called out again. “Hello? Is anyone here? I got lost. Can I wait out the storm?” Again there was no answer.
Not knowing what else to do, I curled up on the couch to watch the fire dance in the fireplace. The thunder outside shook the cabin, and fear coiled in my stomach. Would I find my way home? Would whoever stayed here be upset I was half-naked on their couch? Fear and worry couldn’t outmatch exhaustion, and I fell asleep on the couch.
I don’t know how long I’d been out, but I woke with a terrible jolt. Like someone had slapped my pussy. A scream slipped from my mouth before my eyes popped open. It was a horrible realization when I pulled at my arms and legs and realized I’d been tied down. I was no longer on the couch I’d called asleep on but tied spread eagle to a bed. A tall, dark figure stood at the end of the bed with a belt in his hand. My bra and panties had been removed, and again he lashed the belt at my unprotected cunt.
“Why!” I wailed out, unable to cover myself. He didn’t speak, but I saw a smile spread across his face when lightning lit up the room.
“You shouldn’t have gotten lost in the woods.”
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
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