After the hot tub, the guys let me turn in early. I sleep incredibly well that night and am the first out of bed the next morning. After throwing on a robe, I make a pot of coffee and take a steaming cup out onto the patio with me, excited to enjoy a rare quiet and uninterrupted moment outdoors. As I sit sipping my coffee with the summer morning sunlight shining on me, I look out over the surrounding mountains and trees and feel a rare sense of peace.

After finishing my second cup with the guys still fast asleep, the fresh morning air calls to me, and I spontaneously decide to take full advantage of the quiet solitude. I quickly change into some spandex shorts, a loose crop top, and a pair of running shoes. After leaving the guys a quick note, I take off to explore the property.

It's not long before I find a trail, so I follow it, not wanting to get lost. As I walk, I reflect on the fact of how rare it is to be able to enjoy a quiet walk alone as both a female and a community cunt. Even before I was of age, my parents were very strict about me never going out alone. Even though the law strictly prohibits sex with underage girls, my parents were adamant that it simply was not worth the risk that the fear of prosecution would be enough to control the urges of a man encountering a young girl out by herself.

With these unsettling thoughts on my mind, a feeling of unease creeps in as I suddenly question the wisdom of my decision to go for a walk alone.

It's a private estate, I reason with myself, completely different than the neighborhoods I grew up in.

All it takes is one sketchy man wandering where he doesn't belong, the more cautious side of me insists. And you have no clear what the boundaries of this estate even are.

True. Fuck. Fine. I'm going back.

At that moment, I hear the sound of sticks cracking under shoes. My adrenaline instantly skyrockets and I spin around, glancing frantically in all directions.

I don't see anyone.

"Malachi? Leo? Max? That you guys?"

Fuck.

"If you're messing with me, it's not funny!"

Chill, Jaycee. It's probably just a squirrel.

I take a step with the intention of heading back, but then I hesitate, looking back the other direction, suddenly unsure of which way I had come. The path looks nearly identical both directions.

Fuck. This was such a bad idea.

Feeling incredibly anxious at the realization that I am officially lost, I choose one of the two directions at random and start running.

Please be the right way.

I've been running for maybe two minutes when I pass some fallen branches on the trail that I am almost certain that I did not pass before. I stop in my tracks for a moment, staring at the branches in dismay before making the decision to turn around and run back the other way.
Fuck. Why did I think it was a good idea to set out alone? I could've just waited until one of the guys woke up and had them come with me.

Calm down, Jaycee. The way back is only one of two directions. You're likely heading the right way now. You'll be back at the house in no time.

I feel a little calmer holding onto that positive thought. My sense of calm lasts all of ten seconds when I see what I've been most dreading.

A man.

And despite the fact that he's still fifty feet or so away, I can tell that he's not one of my guys here to guide me home.

I immediately slow my jog to a walk as I watch him carefully, trying to gauge his temperament.
While my guys are all over six feet with athletic builds, this man, while still tall, appears lankier. As I get closer, I notice that he has a grungy unkept appearance, like he's used to spending his time alone outdoors rather than around people. He looks to be in his forties. He's smoking a cigarette and appears to be watching me approach.

I run my options through my head: turn around and take off the way I came, leave the path for the trees, or run past him and hope he leaves me alone.

I run for the trees.

I don't look behind me, terrified to discover whether he's pursuing me or not. I run well past the point when I would usually slow to catch my breath, adrenaline boosting my endurance.
And then I trip and go sprawling onto my face.

I don't move for a full minute, in shock from the sudden impact and exhausted from my sprint. Once I've caught my breath, I rise to my knees and push myself to a stand.

Standing staring at me, roughly six feet away, is the man.

I'm so shocked, I simply stare at him until he breaks the silence. "Hello, little cunt. What are you doing out here all alone?"

"I… I'm staying with some guys on a property nearby. They'll be looking for me."

"Ah," he says. "Why'd you run?"

"I… was afraid."

"What are you afraid of?"

"You," I say simply.

He smiles at that, in a way that does not at all reassure me. "You don't need to be afraid of me, little one. I won't hurt you."

"Okay…" I say, starting to back away from him.

"Where do you think you're going, sweetheart?"

"I need to get back. I didn't mean to stay out so long."

I continue to back away for several steps before breaking into a run. I squeal when a rush of pain on the back of my scalp stops me mid stride.

"Don't go yet," he says in a low voice, clutching my hair. "It's not often that I experience the pleasure of coming across a red cunt out here. I'd like a few minutes with you."

"Please, no," I beg. "This is my last weekend before I'm purchased. I—I wanted to enjoy this weekend."

I know that was a foolish thing to say when he gets an excited glint in his eyes.

"You've been purchased, eh? Well, then. I better strike while the iron is hot."

Fuck!

He drops my hair and grabs my shoulder instead, spinning me to face him. "Look sweetheart, I'm not a bad guy. I don't get off on hurting cunts. If you cooperate, I can make it gentle for you."

Fuck. That.

Driven by a burst of courage, I thrust my knee upwards towards his balls. Unfortunately, my blow lands on his thigh instead when he twists his hips away at the last second.

Rather than the howl of pain I had been hoping for, the man snarls and lunges at me before I can take two steps. I whimper when he grabs a fistful of my hair and shoves me to the ground. I brace myself, fearing a blow to the head. He doesn't hit me though; instead he straddles me and grabs me by the throat.

"Little bitch. I offer you gentleness and that's how you thank me?"

"Don't pretend that raping me gently is somehow an act of altruism," I say bitterly.

"Would you prefer I make it hurt, cunt?"

"You're hurting me either way." I glare at him, hoping it masks my fear.

He scoffs. "Alright. Shut your mouth."

It's been awhile since I've attempted to fight off a man. Perhaps being out here in nature, far from the threat of the director, has me accessing my primal instincts, or maybe it's knowing that come Monday I'll be purchased that has me feeling like I've got nothing left to lose. Whatever the reason, the fiery resistance that I usually manage to repress wells up inside of me, leaving me determined to fight this man.

Unfortunately, for me, he's already got me pinned on my back. One thing working in my favor is that even though the guy is bigger than me, he is not huge. I might still have a chance.

Keeping a hand on my throat, he reaches down to work my shorts off of my hips. I push my hips into the ground and squeeze my legs together, trying desperately to keep my shorts in place. It doesn't take him long, though, to successfully force them down, exposing my pussy.

His hand moves to remove his belt. Lucky for me, he struggles to unfasten the buckle one-handed. The second he releases my throat to use both hands to work his clasp, I react quickly, drawing my elbow up over my head and slamming it down onto his crotch. This time I'm rewarded with the howl of pain I was going for earlier, followed by a string of curses. I wriggle out from under him, yank my shorts back up, and take off running.

I must not have hit him as hard as I had hoped, though, because it's not long before I hear his rasping breath behind me. Panic gives me a boost of additional speed, but he sticks to my tail. I squeal as I'm knocked flat onto my stomach and face, his weight landing on top of me while his hand fists my hair.

Fuck!

We are both breathing heavily as he growls into my ear. "You have royally pissed me off, bitch. This is only ending one way, and that is with my cum leaking out of your cunt."

Keeping a tight grip on my hair, he plants his knees into my lower back and thighs as he wrenches my shorts down to my thighs; he shifts to straddle my hips as he yanks them to my ankles. This time when he uses both hands to release his buckle and zipper, I am helpless to do anything but wiggle and flail uselessly underneath him. He shifts his weight to press his forearm painfully into my lower back while he kicks off his shorts and boxers.

He straddles me once again and yanks my head and chest off the ground. My heart beats wildly as I continue to struggle. Until he's inside of me there is still a chance…

He wraps something around my hips and tightens it: his belt. He grabs my hair with one hand and the belt with the other. I yelp when he yanks hard, forcing me to my hands and knees.

I'm not ready to give up yet. I desperately try to escape his hold: I lift up a knee and kick blindly behind me. I contact something—his leg, I think, but he merely grunts and gives my hair a vicious yank. He forces my knees apart. I feel the tip of his cock between my folds just a moment before he shoves himself inside of me.

I scream, as much from the pain as from the fury at having lost. Tears well up in my eyes as his grip on my hair forces my head back increasingly farther as he pounds me punishingly.

"I could have taken you gently, cunt, but you fucking asked for this. You like it hard? Huh? What about in your ass? Would you like me to fuck your little asshole next?"

No! Please No!

He pulls out while keeping a savage hold on my hair and pulling up harshly on the belt. My crying becomes hysterical as he plunges his cock cruelly into my ass without any lubrication or preparation.

"Please!" I cry. "Please, stop."

"Oh, so maybe you would have liked it gentle, huh? I guess it was pretty foolish of you to elbow me in the balls, wasn't it?"

"Yes! I'm s-sorry! Please!"

He stops.

Thank god, he stops, though the spasming pain continues to reverberate deep inside of me.

He grabs my arm and flips me onto my back. He straddles me and cups the side of my face with his hand. "There, there, sweetheart. I'll be gentle now. The worst is over."

Sobs shake my body as he lines up his cock with my vaginal entrance and pushes himself inside of me. He fucks me slow and deep now, gradually picking up his pace until he's grunting with his release.

After he cums, he stands up and pulls his shorts back on. "I would have preferred to be gentle," he mutters before walking away, leaving me a crying heap in the dirt.

Author's Note:

This is chapter 36 of the novel I am writing titled, Pretty Little Whore: A Freeuse Socieyt of Hedone novel, BOOK 2.