Three Rapes on the Trail - Sex Stories

Three Rapes on the Trail

... take the front,” said Samantha, maneuvering around Julia in the tight tunnel.

“Thanks,” said Sara.

They continued on, though more slowly as Samantha moved roots aside and warned the others. They went on at this pace for a long time until a slithering sound came from behind them.

“What was that?” said Sara, showing her nerves for the first time.

“I don’t know but can we go a little faster?” said Julia.

They quickened their pace, though this meant the thirsty roots would have their blood. When the tunnel finally started opening again they came into another room. By all respects it was the same as the one they had left before. Each had rips in their clothes. Samantha’s stomach was exposed, her soft rolls wobbled as she huffed and puffed. Julia had tears about her neck and breasts, though the sports bra stopped the brunt of it. Sara’s pants and underwear seemed to be hanging on by threads in the back and above her now exposed mons.

“This shit hurts,” she said, prodding the red scrapes around her abdomen and pubic bone.

Without warning the room filled with a wet scraping noise and the path behind them sealed itself up.

“Hey!”

“No!”

The three of them dug at the wall, trying to go back. Something stirred at the other side of the room and they turned slowly. Before them was a dark mass writhing, filling half of the space. It grew brighter and they covered their eyes as they were used to the dark of the tunnels. When they could stand the light, they ...

... looked on in horror.

Thick tentacles moved about the mass filling the room. Julia’s shrill scream pierced their ears as the tentacles moved towards them with purpose.

“What the fuck!” yelled Samantha as she pressed her back to the wall, desperate to get away from this thing.

A tentacle moved toward Sara and she stomped on it. It shot back and the mass seemed to shrink. Suddenly the limbs flung forward and grabbed Sara by the leg, dragging her across the room. She shrieked as her fingers dug into the ground, leaving ten streaks in the dirt.

“No!” screamed Samantha, reaching out to help her, but too afraid to move away from the wall.

Julia sank to the floor and covered her ears, trying to drown out Sara’s cries.

It held her in the air as she flailed, kicking at the tentacle wrapped around her leg. Another came out and then another, holding her limbs firmly. Sara couldn’t move. More came forward, rubbing against her body, leaving slime on her clothes. They crept under her dirty tank top and sports bra, grabbing her small breasts and squeezing them. Sara could do nothing but scream, her straining muscles useless to stop the violation. She knew what it wanted. With no further foreplay, the creature slammed a forearm sized tentacle into the yellow fabric covering her asshole. It forced itself inside of her, pulling her panties with it. She clenched her cheeks in futile effort as the pain hit, but it was stronger still and pushed on. A last feeble cry filled the air ...