Three Rapes on the Trail - Sex Stories

Three Rapes on the Trail

... fat.”

“I’m fat, bro,” said Samantha. The three laughed together, holding hands in a dimly lit dungeon of a room under the Earth.

After a while the laughter subsided and they sat on the cool floor.

“Where are you from?” Samantha asked Sara.

“I’m from New York.”

“That explains that,” said Julia, smirking.

“What?” Sara pushed Julia’s shoulder.

“You’ve totally taken charge and look at you!”

Samantha and Julia took Sara in. She was tall and built. Her muscles rippled under tanned skin and under the purple of her pants. A sharp jaw flowed into thin lips and a prominent nose.

“You look like a superhero,” said Samantha. “I’m like a blob compared to you two.”

Samantha’s legs bulged beneath her. She wasn’t fat, though she saw herself that way. Chubby was a better de***********or. Love handles rolled under her tshirt and her face was soft and gentle.

“I used to be a lot bigger,” said Sara, looking at the ground.

“You really aren’t fat, I’m sorry I said that,” said Julia, resting a hand on Samantha’s thigh.

Samantha laughed, “Thanks. You’re definitely not fat!”

“Where are you from?” asked Julia.

“I’m from here, been a Chicagoan my whole life. I guess I don’t really know where we are, but yeah Chicago,” said Samantha, looking at the mossy stones. “You?”

“I’m from here, too. Just went out for a walk, nice day, you know?” Her eyes welled again. “Are we going to die down here?” she asked through trembling lips.

“I don’t know,” said Sara, ...

... “But we should keep moving and try to get out.” With that she stood up and extended an arm to Samantha, pulling her to her feet.

Julia looked up at them with tears in her eyes, “Okay.”

They pulled her to her feet.

A slithering noise came from a corner.

“What was that?” yelled Julia as she grabbed Sara and Samantha.

None of them could see anything moving from where the sound originated.

“Probably just a snake,” said Samantha with false certainty.

“Let’s get out of here,” said Sara. They huddled together and walked to the far end of the room, keeping their eyes on the corner.

Down the hall they walked. Samantha breathed heavier in the back, but she was glad to have been exercising before all of this had happened. The walls came and went, though none could tell one stone from the next. Things moved in the corners of their eyes, but whenever they looked, stone and dirt stared blankly back at them. On they walked, deeper and deeper into the dungeon with no entrance. Thoughts of spiders and snakes filled their minds as they walked. Skittering things and nightmares of insects occasionally ran about the floor. Julia yelped any time something brushed her shoe.

“Ow!” said Sara. She stopped and looked down at her legs. Her leg had caught on a root protruding from the wall, ripping her pants at the hip. Underneath, her yellow panties glowed against the purple and a scrape marred her skin.

“Can one of you walk up front for a little?” she asked.

“Yeah, I’ll ...