Three Rapes on the Trail - Sex Stories

Three Rapes on the Trail

... eyes welled up, “I’m scared, I don’t want to be here!”

Sara grabbed her shoulders and her brown eyes met Julia’s baby blues. “I don’t either, but we need to stay calm. Can you do that?”

Julia nodded and gave a sniffle.

“I don’t have my phone,” said Samantha, patting herself.

“I don’t either,” said Julia, searching.

They both looked to Sara, who shook her head after swiping at her legs.

“There’s only one path, I think we need to try it. Staying here seems like a bad idea,” said Samantha.

“Agreed,” said Sara. Julia nodded again.

The three young women began walking down the rotting corridor. Sara led the way and Julia stayed close behind her in the middle. Samantha opted for the caboose. A glow illuminated the way, though none could identify the source.

Samantha interrupted the sound of their feet on the dirt, “How do you think we got here?” No one answered for a moment.

“I think we were taken,” said Julia. “I feel like I remember something, but I don’t know what it was.”

“Yeah, I think so, too,” said Sara. Her lower voice mingled with the roots in the walls. They stirred at her passing.

“Something moved!” yelled Julia, pointing at the wall.

Sara whipped around and followed Julia’s gaze. Nothing seemed to be there, just the broken stones and dirt.

“I didn’t see anything,” said Samantha.

They looked at one another in silence and huddled a little closer. They began to walk in silence once more. Time drifted by, though they didn’t ...

... know how much. Soon the tunnel widened until it opened fully into a large room. The ceiling was at least twenty feet high and made of the same stones as the walls and floor. It was brighter here, but just as quiet. Another hallway opened at the far end of the room looking much the same as the way they’d come.

“Let’s look around,” said Sara, eyes searching the room for anything.

Julia let out a whimper, “I don’t wanna be here.”

Samantha put a hand on her shoulder from behind.

“AHH! Something touched me!”

“It’s just me!” Samantha waved her hands in the air. Julia burst into tears and sunk into a squat, burying her head between her knees. Her muffled sobs echoed around the room.

Samantha walked to her and crouched down, putting her arms around her. She looked at Sara for help. Sara came over and hunkered down with them.

“It’s gonna be okay,” she said softly into Julia’s ear and hugged her head. “We’re going to get out of here.”

Julia sprung up, “You don’t even know where here is! This is your fault, you and that fat girl led us here!”

“Shut up,” said Sara, “you have no idea what you’re talking about.” She looked Julia up and down. Her hair was a mess, but she still looked put together. “You’ve never struggled, well big deal! We need to work together if we’re going to get out of this.” She reached out a hand to Samantha, who hesitated before taking it.

“Come here.”

Julia walked over slowly.

“Apologize to Samantha.”

“I’m sorry. You’re not ...