Three Rapes on the Trail - Sex Stories

Three Rapes on the Trail

Sara’s feet hit the asphalt with a muffled thud. A yellow median meandered past as the trees shuffled their leaves. One over the other they scattered the afternoon sun about the pitted, black pathway. Her coffee hair was in a tight knot about the back of her head as she ran along the trail. White running shoes swept back and forth afixed to her muscular legs bound in purple spandex. A white tanktop gave away her effort with dark, damp fabric beneath her armpits and between her heaving breasts. She breathed hard, pumping oxygen into her burning body.

Two miles behind, Samantha jogged at a steady pace. She had committed to her exercise regimen for New Years and had lost a fair bit of weight. The late August sun glistened in the sweat on her arms. Her body jiggled with every footfall, but beneath was muscle, strong and resilient. A sports bra struggled to contain her pillowy mammaries as they bounced joyously along the trail. A man ran by going the other way and smiled at her as he passed. Her round face broke into a smile back and she felt attractive for a change. The same man had passed Sara, but she barely noticed him.

Sara and Samantha had both run past Julia, who was taking a summer stroll in the woods. The water that lapped at the shore beside her was relaxing, it broke like the dull clamor of a restaurant. Her blonde hair lay at her shoulders, occasionally dancing with the wind as it passed. She, too, wore exercise clothes, but they were more of a look than ...

... anything. Pink shoes followed olive leggings that clung about her bulging labia. Of course she knew her camel toe was there, but she liked the looks she got. Her firm butt cheeks jiggled slightly with every step. The smell of musty forest hung low in the air. The man would pass her soon and they would smile at one another.

The sun shone brightly on the trios’ faces. Then it didn’t.

Each awoke at the same moment and heard the others movements.

“Who’s there?” called Samantha to the dim figures. She was disoriented. One moment she had passed a man on the trail and now she was here. But where was here?

“Who are you?” said Sara.

“Who are you?” said Julia.

As their eyes adjusted to the dark, they looked around. Roots pushed out from dirt in the old, crumbling walls.

“I’m Sara. Did you do this?”

“Do what?” said Julia.

“Take me down here, obviously.” Sara took a step toward Julia. She could see that Julia was much smaller than her, but anything can happen. Julia was backed against the wall with Sara’s muscular frame bearing down on her.

“How do we know you didn’t take us?” said Samantha.

“Who are you?”

“My name’s Samantha,” she said, “and you?” she pointed across Sara to the figure against the wall.

“I’m Julia. Where are we?”

“Underground by the look of it,” said Sara, she paused for a moment, “I was out for a run and suddenly I was here.”

“That’s what happened to me,” said Samantha, stepping closer to Sara.

“I was walking,” said Julia. Her ...