1. Horror in the Woods


    Date: 3/12/2017, Categories: Fiction, Rape, Snuff, Young, Author: Piers, Rating: 53.8, Source: sexstories.com

    he was naked to the waist; his chest was covered with hair and the muscles of his arms rippled as he moved. He dangled the cord in front of her face and laughed. Carol wondered sickly if he was going to strangle her. Then, taking his hand from her mouth, he leaned into her; pushing her body against the tree and her face against his chest. She turned her face sideways so that she wouldn’t suffocate; she could smell his sweat. His hands grabbed her wrists and pulled her arms around behind the tree trunk where he tied her wrists together. The tightness of the cord and the scratching of the bark on her bare skin made her whimper a little. When she was securely tied her attacker stepped away and stood in front of her looking at her. She didn’t know what he would do. Her teachers and parents had warned her of strangers and not opening the door when she was alone but they’d never said why it was dangerous. She’d heard some of the girls whispering at school about girls who had been attacked by men but hadn’t really understood even though she’d pretended that she had. Carol knew that it was something to do with sex and that it would hurt. She hoped it wouldn’t hurt too much. The way he was looking at her made her more and more frightened. It reminded her of a cat ready to pounce on a helpless mouse; a prowling predator. The words jumped into her mind. He was a predator, a child predator. She’d heard about them on the news but her parents hadn’t answered her questions so she’d ...
    stopped asking He seemed to really like looking at her from the waist down. She wished her shorts weren’t so tight. Her mother had bought them on sale last fall and she’d grown since then. She was at least three inches taller and they were snug. She’d had her first period five months ago and her mother teased her about how she was starting to be a young woman, even though her breasts were still small. She wished she’d listened to her mother when she’d said to always come back by the roads, but it was so much easier to cut across the wooded lot from Claire’s house and it saved ten minutes easy. He moved closer. She could smell his breath. She wanted to ask him what he was going to do but, as she opened her mouth, he slapped her face so hard she saw flashes of light. “I said not to make a fucking sound bitch.” he snarled. The tears welled up in Carol’s eyes and her shoulders sagged in submission. He slid both his hands under her shirt up her sides and then onto her chest. His hands found her little breasts and his fingers pulled at her nipples. She moaned and whispered to him to please stop, but her laughed and pulled harder. Carol felt a surge of hope as he finally let go of her tits and took his hands out from under her shirt. But the hope died. With one hand he held her by the chin and licked her tears. His fingers felt rough and were so strong she knew she wouldn’t be able to pull her face free even if she felt brave enough. His smile showed yellow, nicotine stained teeth as his ...