Kelly, my daugher, had gone backpacking with some friends from school. I was very busy with work, so I hadn't paid much attention to her plans, and now I was wondering where she was. I couldn't really remember when she'd said she'd be back, but she'd been gone for four days, somewhere in Kentucky or Tennessee. I was sitting in my office, working, when the daily FedEx delivery arrived. I signed for the items and walked back to my desk. Contract. Contract. Software. Contract. Yeah, yeah. The last envelope was light. Very light. I didn't recognize the return address. Curious, I dropped the rest of the envelopes in the inbox and opened this one. Inside was a DVD in a case. No label. No note. Just the DVD. Very curious now, I popped the DVD into the computer, expecting data. It wasn't data, though, it was a movie. Kelly and three guys were at an abandoned house deep in the woods somewhere. One of them was videotaping. They dropped their packs and explored around the outside, talking about how old it might be. Windows were broken, the front door was standing open, and vegetation was taking over. Clearly it hadn't been used in a long, long time. The four of them kept poking around in the yard, and the guys were looking at each other oddly. The conversation turned to how far away from anywhere they were. They were chatting about how far the nearest populated area was, and about how they hadn't seen anybody for a day and a half. They were standing there around a tractor tire lying in the grass, when one of them said, "let's rape Kelly." Kelly is a little girl. She is only a little over five feet and, as they say, 100 pounds soaking wet. She has medium-long brown hair and brown eyes. She also has beautiful smooth skin, firm little tits, puffy nipples, and a very sexy, taunt ass. She was wearing cutoff shorts that were way too tight and way too short. She was also wearing a flannel shirt with no bra, so her puffy nipples poked out against the sweat-dampened fabric. "Oh, ha ha," she said sarcastically, not realizing they weren't joking. "I mean it," said one of them, unsheathing a long hunting knife from his belt and taking a step forward. One of them had moved over behind her, so he grabbed her easily when she turned to run, and pinned her elbows back with his arms. She struggled and kicked, but never connected. The guy with the knife came over towards her, and she tried to kick him in the knee. She missed, and he switched the knife to his other hand, pulled back, and punched her square in the stomach. The blow lifted her a few inches off the ground, and they dropped her in a little ball on the ground, curled up, trying to get air. The one who had punched her put a foot on her shoulder and pushed her over onto her back. "Now, strip for us, you little tease," he snarled, "or we're going to strip you ourselves." Kelly finally got some air in and got to her feet, still shaky. "Fuckers," she said. "We'll get around to that. Now strip." She slowly unbuttoned her flannel shirt, and she really wasn't wearing a bra. The guys watched, and the camera zoomed in, as more and more skin showed between the buttons and the holes. She didn't even hesitate when she got done unbuttoning, she just dropped the shirt on the ground. Her nipples were dark cones, puffy and hard. "Now," said one of the guys, "when you strip off your shorts, tell the camera how much you want us to fuck you, and how you planned to sleep with all of us on the trip. Tell the camera how you're just a slut who wants cock inside her." Kelly glared. She sat on the tire and untied her boots, then kicked them aside by her shirt. Socks followed. Then she stood up and actually smiled. I had to unzip my jeans and let my cock out. She rubbed her teenaged nipples, then ran her hands down to her shorts. With her best sultry voice, she said, "I'm a slut and you know it." She unsnapped the button. "I want cock inside me. I want to be used." The zipper slowly came down. "My holes are made to service cocks. I'll fuck anything you want." The zipper was all the way down and she started to wiggle out of her shorts. She wasn't wearing any underwear. "I came along on this trip hoping to get fucked. I want your cum inside me." The shorts came off her ass. She was shaved bald. One of the guys stepped behind her, reached around, and started squeezing Kelly's tits. She just closed her eyes and leaned her head back on him. The camera zoomed in on his hands working her tits, squeezing them, pinching her nipples. Kelly moaned every once in a while when he got a little rough. The other guy stripped down in a flash. He had a huge hard on. He stepped over next to Kelly and put his hand on her pussy. "Oh my God," he said, "she's dripping wet. She really wants it. Hold her down." The guy behind her pulled her backwards, and Kelly half fell and half was set on the ground in the dirt. The guy who was behind her pulled her arms up over her head and pinned her down on the ground. The other one pulled her knees apart and the camera zoomed in on her pussy. He reached up and slid in a couple of fingers, working her. Kelly started moaning and I could see her hips rocking a litte. He stopped, moved up so his cock was positioned properly, and rammed it into her. She cried out in pain, but it quickly turned to pleasure as he fucked her. It really did look like she wanted it. Kelly was groaning and moving around, obviously enjoying the fucking he was giving her. He was grinding against her, shoving his cock all the way in with each thrust. I could hear Kelly grunting when he'd ram in all the way. Finally he stood up, and I could see cum covering Kelly's pussy and thighs, dripping out of her and running down her ass. The guy holding her down pulled down his shorts and said, "suck me, bitch." Kelly shook her head no, but he slapped her, hard, open handed. Hard enough to snap her head around. Then he leaned over her and pushed his cock against her lips. She opened her mouth and he started fucking it, hard. He was pushing her head back, forcing his cock down her throat. Her left hand slid down across her belly to her pussy, and she started masturbating while he used her mouth. As her muscles worked and she teetered on the edge of another orgasm, I could see more cum running out of her pussy. The cameraman switched places with the first guy and got the camera settled down just in time to get the current fucker shove his cock in, hold it there, and spray down Kelly's throat. He pulled back and Kelly coughed and gagged a little. Kelly lay there on the ground, legs spread, masturbating. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning as her fingers worked on her pussy. Cum and spit had run out her mouth onto her chin and cheeks. Her little tits bounced around and her nipples were puffy and hard. "Tie this little cunt down for me," someone said, and the camera paused. When the camera turned on again, Kelly was tied over a tree stump. Her wrists were tied to her ankles on either side of the stump. Her back was arched painfully and her head hung back. "Now we'll see how much of a slut you are," said one of them while the others laughed. He swished a long switch through the air with a hiss. Kelly struggled a bit, but there wasn't anything she could do. She clearly couldn't get loose. Her legs were pulled to the side, and her bare cunt and tits were thrust up. "Now beg for me to whip your cunt and tits, bitch," he said. "No, no, please," Kelly whimpered quietly. He rubbed the stick lightly across her tits and stomach. The other two were laughing. "You want to beg, cunt. You will beg me to hurt you one way or the other." Kelly's eyes were getting wider and I could see tears welling up. "Please, no...." "Suit yourself. I was kind of hoping it would turn out this way." The camera followed him around between Kelly's legs. He pulled on a pair of gloves and reached into a trash bag that was lying on the ground. He stood up again with a handful of green leaves. "Nettles for you," he said, lauging. "No, please don't," Kelly pleaded. She was really struggling now, trying to get free. The camera zoomed in as he reached out and started rubbing the nettles on Kelly's pussy. Kelly's body twitched and she screamed as the plant's needles injected poison into her pussy lips and clit. She alternated between screaming and catching her breath, and her entire body would tense when she screamed. He stopped and said, "beg me to whip your cunt." Kelly could only sob and gasp for air, red-faced. "Ok," he said with a smile. He reached out with his spare hand and spread Kelly's pussy open, exposing the insides of her cunt lips. Then he started rubbing the nettles on her again. This time he didn't just brush them back and forth, he scrubbed like he was cleaning a frying pan. Kelly screamed and screamed, barely stopping for air, and her body convulsed in pain. One of the guys got tired of hearing her and stuffed a bandana in her mouth to muffle her. The other guys were watching and rubbing their very stiff cocks. He stopped rubbing and grabbed a handful of fresh leaves. "Beg me to whip your cunt," he told her. The camera zoomed in on Kelly's cunt. It was red and swollen, and it was beginning to show wide, flat blisters. "Maybe it just needs to start itching," he said. "Where should we go next? Tits or asshole?" Kelly was writhing by now. The nettles were burning and itching. She couldn't even pull her legs together to try to rub her pussy. She was thrusting up into the air and moaning. One of them reached out and pulled the bandana out of her mouth, and she whimpered, "no, please whip my cunt." "I said beg, not ask." "Please, whip my cunt. Please! Oh God, it burns, please, please, whip my cunt! It's spread for you! I want it! Please, make it hurt!" "Better," he said as he stood up and grabbed his switch. They stuffed the bandana back in her mouth to muffle the screams, and then he started whipping her pussy with the switch. He started slowly and increased the speed. Kelly was screaming and thrusting her hips. It was hard to tell if she was miserable or cumming. Her skin was covered with a glitstening sheen of sweat. Soon Kelly's pussy was redish purple and welted from being whipped, and she had stopped thrashing. She just twitched a little with each stroke, and her body hung limply. "Dude, she passed out." They stopped whipping her and there was a brief pause. Then one of them stepped up to her face, pulled out the bandana, opened her mouth, and started fucking her face. The other stepped between her legs and starting fucking her pussy. The camera zoomed in and I could see the cock in her neck as he fucked her face. He would slide it in all the way and hold it until she started twitching from lack of air, and then he'd pull out and let her breathe. Every time the other guy pounded into her I could see her tits bounce a little. The guy in her mouth rammed it in, held it, and came. A second later the other one came in her abused cunt. They stepped back, cut her loose, and held up her limp, naked body for the camera. "It's going to be a great week, dad," one of them said. "Maybe we'll send you some more vids."