Horror Woods
by ShinwaNoTanuki (aka Jake Baker)

Forward: … Listen close, my squirming children. I am back – I am the
voice you hear that is not in your ears. I have come to you with
another tale of terror and woe to thrill and terrify you. Listen
close, children, for what you about to hear, every word of it (would I
lie to you, my lovelies?) is true.

The scene is in the densely forested foothills of the Rocky Mountains.
Early autumn, with just a bit of a breeze and chill in the air. A blue
Chevy mini-van is parked outside of the entrance to a nature preserve.
Outside of the vehicle are eight people, each dressed in hiking gear
and carrying a pack, obviously making ready for an excursion into the
depths of one of the last undisturbed American forests.

A tall man, his frame thick with muscles, handsome, blonde cropped
hair, starts speaking, “Hi everybody! Glad you all could make it. My
name’s Brad, and I’m going to be your wilderness guide for the next
few days. I’ll be taking you through the Mahogeen trail. We’ll get a
lot of good exercise and camping in. I hope you are all ready. A
little bit about myself. I’m a business arts major at the University
of Colorado, where I’m a member of the Kappa Sigma fraternity. Go
Cougars! Why don’t you share something with the rest of us. We’re all
friends here for the following few days.”

“My name’s Cindi,” says a short, blonde-haired girl. She can’t be more
than five feet tall, with short cropped blonde hair. Like all the
other girls, she has a great figure – trim and athletic, with huge
tits that can not be hid under even several layers of clothing. A
mouth-watering treat for whatever man gets a hold of her, for sure.
“I’m a Freshman at Boulder State Community College and I’m only
seventeen. I’m a communication major. I love hiking and being with
people!”

Next up is Laurin, a senior at U of C Westerly. She has long bottle-
blonde hair, and a great figure. She is taller than Cindi, at 5’6”.
She is wearing short shorts which show off her shapely, tanned legs,
and a t-shirt tied off to expose her firm midriff. Her tits are almost
as big as Cindi’s, but on her taller frame, appear more proportionate
to her body. She makes googly eyes at Brad.

The next two in the group are Brandi and Jeanine. They are sisters.
Both have light brunette hair and a similar milky cream to their
smooth, sexy skin. Brandi is just 19, and her sister Jeanine is only
14, but already her body is gorgeous. Of all the women, only Jeanine’s
tits aren’t mouth-wateringly large, straining against her shirt. Hers
appear through her hiking vest to be maybe peach sized, firm and
young. Brandi wears her long hair in one large Tomb-Raider braid
behind her back, whereas Jeanine keeps it in two braids which she
drapes over her shoulders to frame her freckled, adorable face.

The fifth girl is Arisu. Arisu is a Japanese-American with long, silky
black hair, and deep, wise eyes belied by a fun-loving smile and a
great, athletic body. She has struggled hard against the American
prejudice against Asian looks, and the result is a young woman of
staggering proportions which even the most callused bigot would have
to admit a strong desire to fuck. Her tits are her weak spot, small
like many Asian women, but she uses padding on her clothes to make
them look bigger. She is just younger than Laurin at twenty years old,
a Junior at U of C.

The last of the girls is Holly, a freckle-faced eighteen year old with
pale, freckled skin, her red hair and green eyes showing off her Irish
lineage. She is almost as short as Cindi, but her breasts are smaller.
Still, like the other girls, she is athletic and has a body men drool
over.

“Hi, my name is Drexel, and..” “Right!” interrupts Brad as the last
member of the party, a gangly unfit geek with huge owl glasses held
together by tape and a high-pitched nasally voice, tries to speak,
“We’ll get to know your story as we get going. Let’s go now so that we
don’t loose the light.”

As the party starts off down the trail, with Brad in the lead followed
by a gaggle of sexy young women, with Drexel coming in very last,
Holly goes up to Drexel and says, “Hi. My name’s Holly. You’re name is
Drexel? Well, I’m sure we’ll have a blast this trip. C’mon, lets get
with the others!” and she jogs ahead, leaving poor Drexel alone.

The first day’s journey is uneventful. Drexel tries hard to keep up
with the athletic Brad and his pack of serious hikers, but he is very
quickly winded and has to stop for breaks. Several times, Brad has to
jog back for Drexel and pull him off of a stump where he is sitting,
dragging him along with the group.

That evening, they make camp in a small clearing in a valley between
six hills. Here, the woods are packed densely, but the clearing is
filled with soft pine needles and already has an old stone firepit
they can use. Brad makes the fire, which he turns out not to be very
good at, and it flickers meekly as darkness covers the camp.

As they sit around the fire after a light supper, Brad tells the story
of an old crazy man who lived in these woods, and hunted any
trespassers who ventured into them... especially young girls! “There
are tales of people disappearing from hikes in these woods, but no-one
has ever found their bodies. It is said that Old Mad Man MacGee hacked
up their bodies and buried them alive!”

The girls all give requisite squeals of faux fright at the end of the
tale, but Drexel, who is cold, miserable and tired, says in that whiny
drawl of his, “No way, Brad. That story is not true. You’re just
making it up!”

Brad stares hard at the geek, then smiles evilly, “I’m not lying,
Drex. Every word that I just said is true. I swear by it.”

With that, the eight hikers turn in for a nights sleep, the fire
sputtering into darkness between them.

Cindi wakes up as the last of the moon vanishes beneath the horizon. A
layer of clouds hides the stars, and the night is as black as pitch.
The seventeen year old says “damn” quietly when her attempts to locate
her flashlight by feel alone are futile. But she has to pee, so she
quietly slips off into the treeline, trying not to wake anyone.

She has made up her mind only to go one tree away and is about to push
down her panties when she hears a faint sound coming from further
away. She pauses, her heart fluttering. A moment later, she hears the
noise again. It sounds like someone hissing “help me”.

“Who’s there?” stage-whispers Cindi, not wanting to wake her fellow
campers.

“Help me, Cindi!” she hears the voice plainer that time. It is only a
little ways away…

“Brad, is that you?” she asks, stepping closer in the pitch blackness
of the woods towards the noise. What if it is Brad? What if he needs
help.

Another step… “Brad, I’m here to…”

Cindi is grabbed from behind by a large hulking mass of shadow! She
tries to scream but finds a gloved hand on her throat, constricting
her throat. She flails her legs and arms, but the hand squeezes until
she relents. “Scream Struggle. I will kill you.” Says a half-familiar,
hoarse voice from behind her ear.

Cindi’s heart is thumping madly in her chest as the madman walks
forward two steps, and she is pushed face-first against a large tree.
The man is pressing her against the tree with his mass, and he grabs
her wrists and wraps her in a bear-hug around the tree. His hands can
easily reach around the tree and touch each other. Cindi’s can not,
and she is wrapped painfully around the tree, the bark cutting into
her soft skin. The man steps backwards and Cindi sags against her
bonds. She opens her mouth to plead, to scream, but her blonde hair is
pulled back painfully, forcing her face upwards. She can only see a
hulking silhouette of a man above her. A fist spreads her jaw apart
and the other hand descends on her from above, cramming an oversized
foam ball gag into her mouth. Once inside her mouth, the foam expands
to fill her entire mouth. THAT OUTTA SHUT YOU UP, LITTLE BITCH! The
shadow mocks her, and then he spits on her, the glob of spit landing
on her cheek, a symbol of his pure hatred for her. He bends down and
licks her cheek in a slow, hideous kiss. Even though Cindi’s eyes are
wide open, she can only see shadows and deeper shadows defining her
attacker. She shudders at his horrible touch.

There is a sound of metal on leather – a knife drawn. Cindi’s white
lace bra and panties, the only things she wears to bed, are
unceremoniously ripped off of her and thrown aside in haste.

“And here’s my favorite part, bitch… TEENAGE POONTIE!” Cindi’s legs
are roughly spread open against her will, and tied around the tree as
well, and then the man steps up behind her, grabs her waist, and
impales his huge dick inside her tight, dry teenage pussy, all the way
to the hilt in one stroke. Cindi screams in terror at the horrible
invasion of her teenage body, the cock like an iron rod in her guts.
Her eyes are wide and tears run like rivers down her face, but her
blubbering sounds only come out as silly mouse-like squeaks. “This is
what you deserve, whore, what all you teenage whores deserve – cock in
your cunt!” the madman ruts in and out of her passionately, harshly,
riding her hard, her frontside rubbing painfully against the bark of
the tree. Cindi looks ridiculous, with her tits splayed out
grotesquely to either side of her chest around the tree.

The madman pulls out. Cindi prays it is over, tears flowing from her
wide blue eyes, but then there is the slap of leather on flesh and the
young girl howls into her gag. Hilariously, the madman has decided to
stop fucking blondie to whip her backside with a whip! But the leather
whip is mere foreplay, and before long, poor Cindi is howling in pain
as a wire whip flays the skin off of her ass and backside. YOU’RE
NOTHING BUT AN ANIMAL, WHORE! A NO-GOOD FUCK-TOY!

Still screaming obscenities at the innocent coed, his rutting cock
rips open a path into her anus causing Cindi to blubber and howl with
renewed anguish. The man pushes the small girl onto his huge prick,
splitting her anal ring wide open. His huge organ was never designed
to fit into the little girl’s shitter, and soon his ride in the bitch
is smoothed by the copious blood his pounding rod tears out of her
asshole.

The madman stops ass fucking the seventeen year old blonde girl, and
starts whipping her backside again, this time making sure the wire
lashes reach around her side to tickle her fat, white melons.

The madman stops lashing her after twenty strokes, and he bends down
to whisper in the girl’s ear, “I want you to understand something. You
aren’t just some anonymous fucktoy to me – I know who you are. You are
Cindi Brandins. I know where you live, who your parents are, which
boys you secretly like. But that doesn’t mean shit to me. All that
matters to me is fucking you and hurting you. You’re entire life bitch
has been one preparation for this hour with me – your entire wasted
life, and in the end you are just a cumdumpster for me to fuck and
abuse.”

The madman laughs. He’s in a playful mood. He takes out a length of
cord – a garrote – and he loops it around her neck and cinches it
tight. Cindi’s blue eyes bug out of her face. Laughing, the madman
rapes into her cunt. “You’re still fighting me,” tsks the madman, “I
can tell. What you don’t understand is that now I AM YOUR GOD! I
control when you breath, I control when you die.” Outrageously, even
when confronted with her own utter helplessness, the blonde teenager
continues to mount what limited resistance she can.

“You still don’t understand,” says the madman, his voice totally calm,
even though he is still strangling her with the wire garrote, even
though he is still fucking her like a jackhammer, “Your TITS are mine,
your CUNT is mine, your ASS is mine.” The seventeen year old screams
into the ballgag. She wants to say, “Fuck you, I am mine. You don’t
control me, fucker!” she wants to behave like a teenager in front of
her parents, but she cannot. She can only drool helplessly into the
gag.

“Let’s begin the real festivities with one of my favorite games – it’s
called ‘Tear off the Cunt’s Clitoris’. And guess what? YOU’RE THE
CUNT!!!”

Cindi is still failing utterly to comprehend that she is just a
helpless fuck toy, and screams and wriggles against the tree stupidly
while the madman kneels behind the girl, his face inches from her
sweet ass, his fingers splay her cunt lips and he reaches in and
fingers her sore clit. The madman whistles happily to himself, and
yanks and tugs on the poor teenager’s clit while she moans into the
gag. “I’ve never seen a more beautiful cunt, piglet. You know what
amazes me? That you still have your clitoris! Why, if you were my
daughter, I’d have given you the most wonderful birthday present on
your twelfth birthday – a nice cliterectomy. I would have done it with
jagged glass, and I would have fucked you mercilessly afterwards. I
guess your dad was just a stupid, retarted fucker who can’t see the
plain-as-day purpose of having a cunt daughter. Ah well, I guess that
pleasure’s been saved for me! (Oh, this might hurt a little.)”

Actually, it hurt Cindi more than the seventeen year old could
imagine. The madman started by grabbing the bud of her clit with
pliers and yanking sharply down. Even as the teenager squirmed and
screamed against the tree, the madman began twisting and twisting on
her clit, round and round, until her pink flesh started ripping.
Cindi’s eyes bulged comically out of her head. All her lean, honed
muscles became super tense and the tears flowed down her eyes like
rivers, her head thrown back, the most god-awful mewling escaping the
inescapable ball-gag, as the madman slowly and carefully sliced off
her clitoris with his knife, one stroke, two strokes, three strokes.

The madman stood. Not giving the bitch time to recover, he grabbed her
cunt with his hand and began rubbing her rapidly flowing blood onto
his bulging dick. Once it was slick with her gore, he jammed it back
into her asshole. The girl was still having mini-convulsions from the
agony of having her most sensitive bit of flesh so horribly ripped
off, but amazingly, the cock in her ass made her hurt worse than ever,
and she mewled like a mutilated kitten through the gag. “What lovely
fucking music you are making for me,” the madman mocked, holding her
severed clitoris in front of her face, then loudly slurping it into
his mouth. He kept sucking on it while he continued mutilating the
seventeen year old. He slurped on it loudly in her ear, “Your clit is
so wonderfully tasty. It’s too bad I don’t have the time to slice you
up and make a nice dinner out of you.”

Cindi moans in pain, drooling into her gag. Her head lolls back, but
then a gloved hand cruelly grabs her blonde tresses and yanks her head
back even further, pushing something into her face. “Do you know what
this is, cumrag? No? Take a closer look. It’s a metal tent-stake. Do
you know where it’s going?” Cindi tries to shake her head no, but she
hears his evil laughter right in her ear. “I’m going to stake your fat
tits into the tree, pig, what do you think of that!!”

Cindi renews her sexy struggles against her bonds, writhing so hard
she appears to be fucking the tree, but it is no use. The hulking
rapist once again mounts the little teenager from behind, jabbing his
iron-hard dick into her raped cunt chute. Smashing her into the tree,
the rapist holds a tent-stake with one hand against the plump side of
her left tit, then, with less awkwardness than would be expected from
his position, he begins hammering the tent stake with a mallet through
her soft tit flesh into the tree. Cindi screams like a demon into the
ballgag, but the whimpers that escape through it can not be heard
above the madman’s rutting laughter. Cindi’s teenage cunt clenches
hard on his dick, and then the man, screaming at her FEEL THE PAIN
BITCH!!! SAY GOODBYE TO YOUR FUCKING TIT, CUNT WHORE! slams the mallet
into her tit again. Gore splatters the forest ground, runs in rivers
down her tits. Cindi is sobbing and mewling and howling, bucking and
writhing.

But the madman isn’t done yet. Oh no, not by a long shot. He times
each blow of the mallet with his thrusts into the sobbing blonde coed,
and soon the cruel metal spike has gone all the way through her tit-
fat into the tree with dull thuds. He keeps pounding it into the tree
until the flat end of the spike is crushing her tit. The madman puts
his mouth against the suffering girls ear and torments her, “Like
that, dog bitch? No? Well, good, cause there are more of those on the
way!” with that, he bites into her ear lobe and tears off the bottom
of it, blood running down her cheek and neck.

“Don’t worry, bitch,” he tells the cuntlet he is fucking, “I won’t let
you go hungry, no sirree!” and he jams the bit of ear he has bitten
off past her ballgag down into her throat. SWALLOW IT! he screams, and
massages her throat until he feels the schoolgirl swallow herself.
Laughing furiously, grinding his manhood into the little girl, the
madman takes out another tent spike and lines it up with Cindi’s
unmutilated right tittie. Cindi’s cunt obligingly tightens like a vise
around his thrusting dick as he hammers the other spike home,
destroying her other tit. The pain of the rape, torture and mutilation
is getting to the poor girl, and her eyes roll back into her head. A
crushing red darkness rushes in at her from the sides of her vision
and then…

The pounding stops. The dick is removed from her cunt as quickly as it
was shoved into her, and she hears the madman stomp off into the
woods. Is he gone for good? Oh god, she is loosing blood so quickly,
pouring out her ass and tits and mutilated ear… the pain in her tits
and arms and legs and ass are unbearable, unbearable second upon
second of unbearable agony…

Then she hears another set of footsteps. Is it the rapist coming back?
These steps seem different, they seemed to be coming from the
direction of camp…