Lost on Spring Creek Trail (closed)

wideeyedone

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"Damn you, Jared." Charlotte muttered as she trudged down Spring creek trail. She was fit, but she wasn't outdoorsy and hiking in the snow would never be her idea of fun. But Jared had used her credit card to plan the trip, so when she found out he was sleeping with one of her friends, she had broken up with him and taken the trip to Colorado on her own.

The trail map had listed Spring creek Trail as an easy hike. There didn't seem to be anything easy about it. Plus, she was a little turned around and wasn't sure at all that she was heading back to the lodge.

Her dark hair was tied up in a ponytail, she was wearing dark jeans, sturdy boots, and a red coat. She flexed her fingers inside of her black gloves. It was cold, her breath looked like steam. The sun was lower on the horizon than she would have liked.

She stopped to look around, to see if she was going the right way. She heard sounds behind her. But she didn't see anyone. She decided to keep going, but then she heard a twig snap, she looked over her shoulder. She stumbled and fell, twisting her ankle. She rolled down the hill, hitting her head. She thought she might have screamed when she fell but she wasn't sure.

She tried to sit up, but her head hurt. She hurt all over.
 
As the young woman traversed the snowy trail, a bearded man of about forty years old stalked her from afar, entranced by her stunning beauty. He was concealed well with a thick white fur coat and hood, but when he accidentally stepped on a twig, it startled the young beauty and caused her to fall and bump her head.

"You need to get warm, or else you'll freeze to death out here," he said as he approached her. He knew she hit her head hard enough where she'd pass out soon, after which he flung her over his shoulder and carried her back to his home, which was concealed inside a large cave. While she was still unconscious, he removed all her clothing until she was completely bare top to bottom, and then laid her in front of the fire pit in the center of the room with a thick fur blanket.

When she came to, the man had discarded his own clothing and sat naked in a wooden rocking chair, sipping from an old-fashioned wooden mug as he watched her. The cave had been carved into the side of the mountain, with a large central chamber and several smaller rooms branching off. The fire pit kept the entire home warm and toasty, and a ventilation shaft had been constructed above it to vent smoke outside.

Throughout the cave, there were many wood-carved structures, from chairs to tables to bookcases to the large bed frame in the next room. Multiple animal skin carpets lined the floor and heads were mounted to the walls with thick rock nails. The bathroom and kitchen had running water fed from a well outside, which was kept full with melted snow during the winter and rain water in the summer. When needed, he would gather water from the nearby river and purify it before adding it to the well. He also maintained some electricity in the home with a few solar panels that he periodically put outside to fill his batteries. This was mostly only to power the kitchen appliances and heat the water for the bathtub.

"You can call me Hunter," he said to the young woman as he continued to drink from his beer mug. "That's not my real name, but it will do for now. You may have taken notice to the fact that you are naked under that blanket, and that I too am nude. That is a house rule, I'm afraid -- or should I say cave rule. You are to remain naked at all times while inside. It's too dangerous for you to leave with this winter storm coming in, plus you need time to regain your strength. During your time here I ask you to respect my rules and not seek your clothing. They are hidden and you will receive them back once I deem you fit to leave. Do we have an understanding?"
 
Charlotte awakened with a steady, dull pain in her head. Her hand went up and she felt the small knot on the side of her head. It took a few moments to orient herself. She could feel the heat of the fire and the softness of the fur on her bare skin. She tried to raise herself up on her elbow but it hurt too much raise her head. She laid back down and looked around.

She was startled when the naked man started talking to her. She wanted to argue with him, she wanted to demand her clothes back, but she had a gut feeling that he wasn't a man to be argued with. She had no idea where she was or how long she had been passed out.

"My name is Charlotte, Charlotte Darrow. My head hurts and my ankle is killing me." Her voice seemed small in the dark cave. She pulled the fur back from her leg and looked at her swollen ankle, it was covered in purple bruises.

"When do you think I will be ready to leave?" She asked softly. She tried to get a better look at Hunter. He didn't look angry but he looked like a man that would not put up with trouble.
 
"You won't be ready for some time," Hunter replied to Charlotte. "I have medication I can give you for the pain, but such kindness does not come without a cost, and that cost must be paid in flesh."

He watched her intently as he continued on. "I will not touch you today, and will provide the medication as a courtesy. But that is only for today. Starting tomorrow, you will purchase the medicine with your body. You will perform any action I request without hesitation or reservation. And I must strongly advise against resistance. It will not serve you well."

Hunter allowed this to sink in for a moment, and then abruptly changed the subject with a smile. "So. Tell me, Charlotte -- what do you do for fun? What are your dreams an aspirations? Tell me about yourself."
 
Charlotte gasped when he told her that she would have to pay for her care with her body.

"People will be looking for me. My boyfriend is at the ski lodge. And he will be worried." She bit her lip nervously. "I don't want to cause you any trouble after you have taken such good care of me." Charlotte nervously pulled the fur up under her arms, shielding her breasts.

Charlotte closed her eyes and sipped in a few slow breaths. She was fighting off tears. She could feel her heart racing. She desperately wanted to run, but she couldn't make it in the cold with no clothing and her tender feet couldn't handle the cold or the rough terrain. She didn't see any other options but compliance for the moment. She rolled onto her side, her face away from him, so he wouldn't see the tears she couldn't contain.
 
Hunter smiled as she mentioned people looking for her. "No one will find you hear, my dear." He found the look of fear in her eyes a bit of a turn on, and grinned wider as she rolled over and turned away from him. His heart began to race as he imagined all the things he was going to do with her. He would certainly put her warm, moist lips to work very soon. He was tall and strong and muscular and she had no hope of escaping him.

A moment later, Hunter set a few pills and a glass of water on a nearby table, and then pointed it out to Charlotte as he leaned over and spoke quietly in her ear, his hot breath on the side of her face. "I've left you a few pills for tonight right there. Tonight you may sleep alone out here, but starting tomorrow you will be sharing my bed with me. I know you're scared and I know you don't want to be here. I know you don't want to do the things I'm going to make you do. But you will do them regardless. Cooperate and no harm will come to you."

He just stood there for a moment, silent, letting his breath continue to fall upon her ear. He then said in a considerably lighter tone, "Well, good night! I'll see you in the morning, my dear Charlotte. Tomorrow I'll show you how to use the hot water system I've rigged up so you can make sure you keep yourself bathed and shaved bare while you're here. I want you hairless from the neck down at all times."

With that, he whistled a lively tune as he strolled into his bedroom and climbed into bed. Just in case she decided to grab a knife or try to escape while he slept, he made sure to stay alert. Even in deep sleep, he was still vaguely aware of his surroundings and the sounds and movements around him. This was a talent he developed over years spent in combat zones in his youth when he has to sleep in dangerous areas.
 
Charlotte had to wait until she stopped shaking to retrieve the medicine from the table. His breath on her skin had made her whimper. She sat up after she knew he had gone to bed. She scooted across the cold stone floor to get the pills. She knew it probably wasn't smart, but she took them. She wanted some relief from the pain in her ankle and in her head.

She swallowed the pills and took several drinks of water. She settled back into the furs and did her best to sleep. She kept wondering if there was a means to escape. She knew she wouldn't survive in the cold without clothing. She fingered the furs wondering if she could fashion something out of them.

Charlotte groaned softly. She would have to bide her time and see what she could figure out. She closed her eyes and imagined herself curled up in a lifeboat, floating on a pond under the stars in the warm summer. She focused on that image until she fell asleep.

Charlotte slept curled up under the furs scooting as close as she could get to the fire.
 
"Rise and shine, beautiful!" Hunter sang happily as he set down two plates of pancakes and bacon on the dining table. There were also pitchers of orange juice and milk and more pills next to them. He sat down and motioned Charlotte to come over and eat. "And leave the furs on the floor. I want to see your body as you walk over here. And don't you dare try and conceal yourself, my dear.

He smiled and eyed her curves as she moved, enjoying watching her as they ate. Afterwards, he showed her to the bathroom and instructed her how to use the hot water system he had rigged up. "Bathe yourself very well and make sure there is not a single hair anywhere below your neck. In the cabinet there you'll find a few straight razors and shave butter. Don't think about trying to hide them or use them on me. Call for me once you are done and I will inspect every inch of your body. If I am satisfied with you job, we will then proceed to the bedroom. I think you can imagine what happens next. I hope for your sake you are very talented with that tongue and those stunning lips. Yes indeed!"

Hunter turned and walked out of the bathroom, whistling cheerfully once more.
 
Charlotte was relieved that he allowed her to wash on her own. She used the shave butter and lathered her skin. She carefully shaved. Normally, she would have waxed before the trip but it didn't seem necessary since she had broken up with Jared. She rinsed her skin and double checked to see if all of her skin was smooth.

She used one of the large towels to dry herself off. She brushed out her long dark hair and then braided it.

She wanted to linger in the bathroom but she didn't want Hunter to be angry.

"Hunter, I am done cleaning up." She called out into the cave.

She bit her lip and waited nervously. She lowered her eyes and felt herself blush when he arrived in the doorway. He looked at her as if he were hungry.
 
Hunter smiled as he stood in the doorway looking at her. He walked over and felt his heart rate jump as he gazed upon her perfect, freshly cleaned body. His breath caught in his throat a little as he knelt down and inspected her mound thoroughly, using his strong fingers to pull apart her folds. He ran his hands up her abdomen and cupped her breasts, then back down and rubbed her thighs and rear.

"You're hair looks beautiful, Charlotte," he added as he walked around behind her. Hunter then pulled her into him, sniffing her hair as he dick hardened against her ass. His hands reached around and returned to her breasts, toying with her nipples. He began kissing and sucking her neck as he did this, running his tongue from her shoulder to her earlobe and then back again.

After a few minutes of this, Hunter smiled and then walked to the bathroom door, motioning her to follow. He led her to the bedroom, shocking her by suddenly becoming overcome with lust. He threw her onto the bed face down, with her legs hanging off. He leaned over her and spread out her arms, using his hands to hold hers and applying his body weight on top of her. Her face was buried in the blanket, but he turned her head to the side so she could breath.

"It won't always be like this, but you need to know who's boss," he whispered in her ear as he slid the tip of his dick into her pussy from behind. "You belong to me. Your purpose is to please me. You've been cooperative thus far, but sooner or later you're going to think you can get away before I allow you to. I will shut that shit down."

He continued to whisper into her ear as he pumped his cock in and out of her. Despite the rape, after a while he could feel her getting wet and the room filled with a musky odor accompanied by the sound of wet slapping. He would slow down as he felt himself teetering near the edge, speed back up, slow down again, and repeat, prolonging the rape.

"I'm going to let go of you now," he said, again into her ear, "and you're gonna give the best damn blowjob of your life. And don't you dare spill a single fucking drop. You swallow that shit -- all of it. And just because I shoot my load doesn't mean you're done -- you keep that mouth sucking until I come a second time."

Hunter laid back on the bed, spreading his legs as his nine inch cock stood tall and hard, glistening with Charlotte's vaginal fluids. "Two loads, down your throat. Get to work, Princess." He crossed his arms behind his head against the pillow and smiled.
 
Charlotte made a strangled little whimper when he pushed her down on the bed. She couldn't move when he pinned her with his body weight and then he was inside her, and his voice was in her ear, his words were fucking her mind. She tried to fight it, but soon she felt her body relaxing, becoming aroused. She was wet and breathless.

He was making it clear that he was in charge. And then he pulled out and ordered a blow job. He laid back on the bed, and she crawled between his legs. She took him in her mouth. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine that it was Jared that was in her mouth.

She used her soft, sweet mouth sucking her taste from him. She rocked back and forth on her knees taking him in long strokes in and out of her mouth. She swished her tongue back and forth on the underside of his cock.

Charlotte gasped for breath between strokes. She tried not to be afraid, but she was worried about what he might do if she displeased him. He seemed angry, like he might snap if she upset him. And he had carried her in from the snow, so she knew he was strong.

It didn't take too long before his first orgasm flooded her mouth. She tried to swallow it all but she wasn't used to finishing with her mouth, and she choked and sputtered. She looked up at him with her chin and breasts coated with his cum.
 
"Oh baby, that mouth feels so good," he moaned as she bobbed her head up and down. He was already feeling the tickle in the back of his nutsack, and before long his hips pushed up and he grunted as his cock unleashed spurt after spurt of his man juice. He heard her struggle and then lose some of the jizz as she sputtered.

"What did I tell you?" he said with a long sigh. "Now I have to punish you. But that will come later. For now, lick up as much of my seed as you can from your breasts and what spilled on my balls and leg and then get back to sucking. My second load won't be as much so you better not fucking spill that one. Now get back to work."
 
Charlotte scooped his cum off of her skin and licked it from her fingers. Her cheeks flushed deep with shame and her fingers shook with fear. Then she wet her lips with her tongue and took him back into her mouth. SHe did her best to keep her mouth moving in quick, long strokes.

It was so different than when she had done this with Jared. Jared would cup her face with his hands and run his fingers through her hair. He would whisper sweet things to her. But Hunter wasn't Jared. She could feel his cock throbbing against her tongue. She heard his breathing change and get a little faster. She took a deep breath and took him as deep as she could, so she wouldn't spill a drop.
 
"Here it comes again, baby," Hunter said in a lust-filled voice. His breathing became rapid once again and his cock started to twitch. His abs tightened and his hips thrust up once again as he unloaded down her throat. He grunted several times and nearly lifted his ass off the bed as he was rocked with a massive orgasm. It wasn't as much as his first load, but it was still a lot. Despite that, Charlotte did seem to be able to take it this time without spilling a drop.

"Very good, my dear," he said as he smiled at her. He then motioned for her to crawl up the bed and lay on top of him. He grabbed her hair and pulled her face down to him, looked her in the eye with a smirk, and then kissed her deep and hard. "I can taste myself on your lips, and it fucking turns me on."

Hunter then flipped Charlotte onto her back and kissed her again. He ran his tongue over to her ear and then down her neck. He then lowered his face to her breasts and smiled yet again. "You did good that second time, so you deserve to feek good too. You earned it, baby." He then began licking and sucking each nipple, thumbing the one that wasn't in his mouth. He ran his tongue inbetween her melons and then down her abdomen, running wet circle around her navel.

He slide down further and placed small kisses up her inner thighs, then swiped his tongue along her legs. He settled down at the entrance to her pussy, giving it a long, slow, hard lick from bottom to top, lingering on her clitoris. He then began sucking in the little nub while he slide two fingers inside her, curving them up to stimulate her g-spot.
 
She gasped and let out a little whimper. She thought she saw excitement in his eyes when she made the little sound. He kissed her so hard it hurt her mouth. She made another tiny sound, like a little animal. She wanted to push him away, she wanted him to know that she didn't want him, that this was against her will, but she didn't. Her eyes got wet with tears and soon they were dripping down her cheeks.

And then his mouth was traveling down her body. Tasting and teasing her. Owning her. And then he was fingering her and toying with her clit. She tried to fight it, but she felt herself getting wet. Her clit was throbbing and standing straight up. As his tongue would flicker over her clit, she cried out, her hips bucking up off of the bed.

She bit her lip, trying to make it stop. But his fingers on her g spot were touching her just right and she came hard, crying out and flooding his mouth.
 
Hunter smiled amidst the sea of pussy juice that was flooding his mouth, lapping it all up while using one hand to try and hold her thrusting hips steady, continuing to finger her with the other. After her climax subsided, he did not stop, but pushed forward to bring her two more orgasms before finally climbing back up and kissing Charlotte, forcing her to taste her juices. He then laid there next to her as they both stared at the ceiling.

"Now that wasn't so bad, was it?" he asked her. "Whew! I know we just had breakfast not too long ago, but that worked up an appetite! Are you hungry?" he got up and walked out towards the kitchen.
 
Charlotte wiped his kisses from her mouth, after he left the bed. She slid under the covers, giving herself just a few minutes of warmth and coverage. Her legs were still trembling and her nipples were hard and pointing at the ceiling.

"I am not hungry." She called after him. She felt a little light headed and her legs still felt weak. His attack on with his mouth and his fingers had been relentless. She hadn't even had a chance to catch her breath between orgasms.

She was so mad at herself. She couldn't believe that she had allowed herself to climax. She didn't want him touching her and she certainly didn't want to touch him.

"I am going to rest for a little bit. I am still a little weak from my fall." She offered hoping he would let her lay in his cozy bed for a little while, alone.
 
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