Babe in the Woods
Short Story by J. Coleman
It was a gorgeous late spring night and I was parked with a guy I'd just begun seeing. This guy was a real stud muffin and since he was new on campus, I felt it was my duty as head cheerleader and class president to 'break him in' and get him familiar with the social hierarchy of our small college.
After making the expected rounds of the usual student haunts because I thought it was important that he be seen with me instead of some lowly underbred non-sorority type. Afterwards we parked in a special place that was a popular make out spot and unfortunately for me, he was all hands from the moment we parked and he just couldn't seem to grasp the concept of our date being for public viewing, not for pubic pawing.
"I told you to stop it!" I insisted as he tried to unbutton my jeans.
"C'mon Amy," he urged. "You bring me out here to the woods and then do this cold fish routine, what's up with that?"
"I don't make love in cars," I told him straight out. "If you want a back seat whore, go check out the Epsilon house, they're all sluts!"
"I'm hungry for sex and you're the main course!" he said with a sly grin as he grabbed my breast and squeezed.
"NO!" I yelled, slapping his hand away for about the tenth time. "Just drive me back to the house."
"Drive you back to the house?" he said with a slight chuckle.
"Now!" I insisted, folding my arms across my chest and staring straight ahead.
"Fuck you bitch!" he said as he reached across me and opened the car door. "Get out and walk."
"I beg your pardon?!" I was shocked at such high school like behavior.
"You heard me, get the fuck out bitch!" he said, angry now.
"You're going to pay for this, jerk!" I spat as I gathered what was left of my dignity and got out of the car.
He spun the tires and kicked up a cloud of dust and gravel as he sped away leaving me standing there fuming mad and totally alone in the wooded clearing with not another car in sight. Shrugging at my lack of options, I started walking toward the road and back in the direction of the campus which was about a five mile hike.
I'd walked about half a mile when I saw headlights. I was a bit nervous being alone on a desolate road after midnight but there wasn't much I could do. As the car pulled up beside me I was relieved to see a single female driver with no passengers. She stopped and smiled.
"You look like you could use a lift," the girl said in a husky, manly voice. I didn't know her name but I could tell from the blonde crew cut and her clothing that she was one of 'Dyke Squad' as they were known around campus.
The Dyke Squad was a sorority house that was all lesbians and not the sexy good looking lipstick lesbians, but rather the manly testosterone pumped butches who wanted to be men.
But a ride was a ride and any ride beat walking another four and half miles in the middle of the night so I opened the door and got in.
"Thank you," I said. "I really appreciate the ride."
"Car problems?" the girl asked.
"Man problems," I said between gritted teeth.
"Ahhhhh," she said, nodding. "The old put out or get out ultimatum?"
"Exactly," I said.
"Not a good road to be walking on alone in the middle of the night," she said as we slowly cruised down the road. "I'm Gretchen, by the way."
"Hi Gretchen, I'm Amy," I said. "Men are such pigs."
"On that we agree," Gretchen nodded.
I glanced over at the driver and she was totally butt ugly, so ugly in fact I shuddered involuntarily at the sight of her. I just couldn't fathom how anyone, man or woman, could possibly get into bed with something that looked like her.
I knew that lesbians had lower standards than heterosexuals but still, there had to be a line somewhere. As we drove along in silence I pondered what kind of a woman it would take to get me interested in lesbian sex and could only come up someone like a Jessica Simpson look-alike or better... much better in fact.
"So, you a sorority girl?" Gretchen asked.
"Delta Pi," I answered proudly.
"A Delta," Gretchen said with surprise. "I guess I should be honored."
"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked defensively.
"You Delta's don't associate much with our house," she said without emotion.
"What house is that?" I asked, already knowing but didn't want her to know I'd pegged her as a Dyke Squad member.
"Gamma Theta House," she said with puffed pride.
"Oh, okay," I said uncomfortably, looking out the window.
"It's okay, you can say it," Gretchen laughed.
"Say what?"
"The Dyke Squad House," she said, looking directly at me.
"The what?" I asked, feigning ignorance.
"Never mind," she said, slowly quickly and then making a hard right onto a barely visible dirt road.
"Where are we going?" I asked as I suddenly felt very vulnerable and very uncomfortable. "Why did we turn?"
"It's a short cut," Gretchen said as she picked up speed.
"Let's just go back to the main road, okay?" I asked politely.
"Let's not," was her terse reply.
I was trying to gauge how far we were from the main road while trying to figure out where this dirt road led to but I was totally lost at that point and was being swept away by a sinking feeling of foreboding. I was alone with this butch in the middle of the woods with no help within screaming distance and was well aware of how much the Gammas hated the Deltas. Abusing the Gammas was a regular habit among my sorority sisters and even our pledges during hell week had to abuse any Gamma they saw on campus.
As I glanced over at Gretchen, she had a strange look in her eyes and I swallowed hard, hoping the sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach was just an over reaction and that at any moment we'd reach the other end of the dirt road and pop out on campus safe and sound.
My heart began to race faster as we now turned onto an even narrower more windy dirt road that was more like a trail than a road. I looked over at Gretchen and she glanced back with a thin smile and I knew I was in serious trouble.
We then pulled up to a wooden cabin nestled among the trees. There were no lights on and no other cars in the small cleared out parking area. Gretchen put the car in park, shut off the lights, and killed the engine.
"Just a quick stop to pick up a book I left then we're back on campus in five minutes," she said with a smile. "C'mon in."
"No thanks," I said. "I'll wait here."
"Suit yourself," she said, getting out of the car and taking the keys with her.
I watched her lumber up the steps to the porch and then disappear inside. Lights came on almost immediately and stayed on as I waited. Five minutes went by and then ten more. It was now obvious that she didn't just stop to pick up a book. I didn't know if I should go in, wait for her, or get out of the car and run back toward the main road. The latter seemed to be my best option but if I tried and she came after me, she'd really be gunning for trouble.
As it turned out, I didn't have to make the choice. She came back out but the lights were still on inside. She walked up to the passenger side and opened the door.
"Come inside," she insisted, not making eye contact with me.
"Let's just go back to the campus, it's late and I've got an early class tomorrow," I said quickly.
"Inside bitch, now!" she said with a stern voice.
"No, let's just go," I pleaded. "Please."
"Get out of the FUCKING CAR!" she yelled, grabbing me by the arm and literally dragging me out.
"No, no, unh.... NO!" I wailed, grunting as I struggled against her powerful grip. She was strong as an ox and dragged me out of the car like a rag doll, slammed the car door closed, and then pressed me against the car with my back against the door.
"This is your lucky night, Barbie!" she hissed at me, pressing her fat foul body against mine. "I've always wanted to fuck a Delta and here we are just you and me alone in the woods with no one around for miles! I'm gonna make you come until you pass out!"
"No . . . ungh . . . no!" I panted and struggled, weakly punching at her arms and shoulders as she just laughed at me.
"Oooooo!" she said, taunting me now. "A tough girl are you? Hey, show me what you got, come on!"
I knew now the only way out was to fight my way out and there was no way in hell that bitch was getting into my panties without one hell of a cat fight first. I was going to defend my honor at all costs and with that, I grabbed her greasy oily hair and pulled with everything I had.
The bitch didn't scream, she didn't even whimper as I pulled her hair. She let me pull it for a few seconds and then easily grabbed my wrists and pried my hands away from her scalp while using her body weight to keep me tightly pressed against the side of the car.
"Nice try but now it's my turn, Delta slut!" she said as she forced both my arms down to my side and against the car door. She opened her disgusting mouth and started trying to kiss me. I know my eyes had to be wide as saucers at that point as panic overtook me and I struggled harder and harder, writhing and squirming while jerking my head back and forth to keep her lips away from mine. There was no way she was getting her mouth against mine.
Then she released one of my arms and with her free hand grabbed my hair to stop my head jerking.
"Owww owww!" I squealed as she wound her clenched fist around a thick lock of my dark hair and pulled it hard, bending my neck down to the side and then sniffing my hair.
"Scented hair, incredibly sexy perfume... hmmm, I bet you got a sweet smelling cxnt on you too," Gretchen said ominously.
"You're not going to find out, bitch!" I warned even though I doubt my warning created much fear in the much heavier and very much stronger lesbian.
Then the unthinkable happened, our lips touched and she thrust her loathsome tongue into my mouth. I nearly gagged as I struggled harder, using my free hand to now punch at her head. I know I hurt her with one or two of the hard blows, they had to have hurt because my knuckle hurt from the impact on her skull but she persisted in the kiss.
Finally I remembered an old self defense move I'd been taught back in high school and I lifted my right foot, turned it slightly, and grated it down the front of her left shin with the edge of my sandals.
She instantly jerked away and yelled out in pain, bending over and grabbing at her leg in agony. I immediately took off at a dead run knowing it would be hard for her to catch me on a gimp leg but as I turned to look back to see if she was pursuing me, I tripped and fell over a fallen tree branch.
My jeans were caught on the branch and I wildly tugged and pulled as Gretchen now closed in on me but I couldn't get the jeans unsnagged. Quickly fumbling with the button and zipper, I wriggled out of the jeans and struggled to my feet without my shoes as well and took off again just as she caught up to me and tackled me from behind.
We hit the ground with me on my stomach but I quickly spun around and started clawing at her face. She again easily pinned my arms down and kissed me again on the mouth. I bit into her lip and she pulled back with pure rage on her face. She slapped me so hard I almost lost consciousness and was seeing stars. She muttered something but I don't exactly know what she said as she got up and dragged me to my feet.
I was wobbly and barely able to walk as I tried to clear the cobwebs from my head. A moment later I saw we were walking toward the cabin and not the car and I began to resist and struggle against her constant pulling motion.
"You're a feisty little bitch aren't you?" Gretchen said, forcing me ever closer to the cabin where I knew I'd be trapped. "I love it! You're hot looking and a fighter!"
"Fuck you dyke!" I hissed as I gathered my wits about me again.
We fought the last ten yards to the cabin. I was slapping, grabbing, clawing, and doing anything I could to get away but it was all for naught as she dragged me up the steps and inside the cabin.
Once inside, she threw me on the floor and closed the door. She locked it, threw the deadbolt, and then turned to me and smiled. "Now it's party time!"
"Not as long as there's an ounce of fight left in me!" I threatened.
"Okay then, change of plan," she said with a slight shrug.
She opened a cabinet door in a hutch like piece of furniture and pulled out a pack of cheap dime store pantyhose. She smiled at me as she ripped open the package and pulled out the pantyhose.
"Spare," she said. "You never know when you're gonna get a run. Also quite handy for tying people up you know?"
Before I could react, she was on me and I was fighting for my life. We rolled around on the floor of the cabin with her in jeans and a t-shirt and me in panties and a sweater. I fought like a tigress, throwing everything I had at the bitch but she just overpowered me and wore me down with her body weight and her ability to absorb anything I threw at her.
Within a few minutes, I was wearing down and found myself on my stomach with the bitch sitting on my back and using the pantyhose to bind my wrists together behind my back. The knots were strong and unyielding as I struggled against the bondage.
Gretchen got up and left me writhing on the floor as she walked casually to the sink and got a drink of water. She walked back toward me just as I managed to struggle up into a sitting position. Then she smiled as she undid her jeans and took them off.
I thought I was going to throw up as I saw the cellulite on her thunder thighs, the red bumps from shaving her legs with a dull blade, and the massive bush that bulged out from beneath her worn out white granny panties.
Then she pulled off her t-shirt and bra, proudly displaying her sagging stretch marked tits that made me involuntarily gag because I knew those wretched bags would soon be in contact with my body and the thought was enough to make me sick.
As much as it repulsed me to even think about putting my hands or mouth on her body, I knew that my only chance of escape was to somehow get my hands free and then use my claws and even my teeth on her bare flesh to cause enough pain to make an escape attempt.
"You know," Gretchen spoke in a casual low tone as if carrying on a typical conversation with someone and not being actively engaged in kidnapping and rape. "We use this cabin as a make out getaway and sometimes for pledge initiations. As a matter of fact I think we still have a . . ." she let her voice trail off as she started rummaging through a cupboard.
I used the time to try to get my hands free but Gretchen was skilled at knots and no matter what I tried, I couldn't get free. My hair was hanging in my face and my sweater was pulled up high enough to expose my bra and there was nothing I could do about either.
"Here it is!" the bitch said with glee as she pulled a small paddle out that was a little bigger than a ping pong paddle with holes drilled in it and a padded handle. "I knew we had one of these left over from pledge week!"
"You're really a bad ass aren't you?" I asked, hoping I could humiliate her into untying me so I'd at least have a fighting chance. "You have to tie up someone half your size because you're afraid to fight me?!"
"Afraid? Hardly," she said, nonplussed.
"I'd kick your ass, bitch!" I boasted.
"That's a tempting challenge and nice try," she said. "But tonight I'm not looking for a fight, I'm looking for a fuck and you're the lucky winner!"
"I'm not going to have sex with you," I said shaking my head. "Do what you want, but I promise you won't get any satisfaction from me. I'll be the worst fuck you've ever had."
"I think not, Barbie," Gretchen said. "I've always dreamed about fucking a cheerleader and you being the head cheerleader is just a wonderful bonus. Do you really think your lack of co-operation is going to lessen my pleasure? Okay then, let's see those tits!"
She then knelt down beside me and pulled a switch blade out from under a chair cushion, instantly snapping it open with the push of a button. "You can't be too careful out here in the woods," she said with a smile as she proceeded to cut my sweater off. Then laying the blade lightly against my cheek, she suggested I stay very still which I did. She then slit both shoulder straps of my bra and then slide the knife down into my cleavage and cut the bra away with one stroke of the blade, leaving me in just a pair of little light blue cotton bikini panties. Closing up the knife, Gretchen tossed it somewhere behind me. I heard it hit the floor but didn't know exactly where it was but given the chance, I was going to try to find it.
"Your tits are magnificent!" Gretchen cooed as she lightly stroked and squeezed my breasts with her rough, calloused hands. "C'mon, jiggle for me baby, show me how they work!" she continued, reaching now for my panties so I'd struggle and make my tits jiggle and sway for her visual pleasure.
"Yeah, that's the way!" she said as she lightly fingered her own panties. "You got the equipment, that's for damn sure!"
"Untie you fucking PERVERT!!" I screamed now in total rage.
"Hmmm, no, not yet," she smiled with self satisfaction. Then she slowly laid down and pulled me down on top of her. I almost gagged as our breasts touched and our panties touched.
Panic immediately overtook me and I started to wildly wrestled and squirm to get off the lesbian but without my arms to use, I was basically helpless and all my struggling was doing was getting her more and more aroused sexually. My much bigger much firmer tits were rubbing back and forth against her wrinkled little smashed in bags as my soft silky thighs and legs rubbed against her course bumpy skin. I was actually doing exactly what I said I wouldn't do, enhance her sexual experience so I just went limp and did the dead fish routine.
Then the situation went from bad to very very bad. She pulled me up to where my tits were positioned right over her face and both her legs were between mine, keeping mine spread wide apart. My panties were just above her stomach and within easy reach of either of her arms and I tensed as I felt her fingers groping at the elastic leg band of my panties.
"NO, NO, NO!!" I screamed and pleaded as she found my cxnt and slowly slid a finger inside me. My legs were helplessly pinned in some kind of a devious wrestling type hold with her legs someone spreading and pinning mine and immobilizing me even though I was on top of her.
With her free hand, she grabbed my hair and kissed me again, plunging her tongue deep into my mouth. I bucked and wiggled and did everything I could possibly do short of biting her tongue which I finally had to resort to just to break off the disgusting kiss.
She jerked her mouth away and instantly picked back up the sorority paddle and brought it down hard on my left ass cheek right through the cotton panties that offered absolutely no protection whatsoever.
With one hand wielding and paddle and the other hand finger fucking me, I started biting at her face but she was too far under me to get at her unless she tried again to kiss me but her mouth was now working on my tits instead.
"Stop! Stop, please!" I begged but my pleas fell on deaf ears as she worked my body with skill and dexterity until I found myself responding to it against my will. She sensed the ever so subtle change in my body language and stopped the finger fucking, shifting now to grinding her panty clad cxnt against mine and thrusting upward with her hips to slam my buttocks harder against the down force of the paddle with each new crack.
My breathing began to get really shallow and I was shaking my head no as I felt the stirrings of the orgasm I knew was headed my way. I was powerless to stop it and tears ran down my cheeks as my loins now pumped and throbbed against this horrendous looking bitch.
"Oh oooh ooooooooooooooooh!" I squealed in such a high pitch voice I'm sure I woke up every dog within miles of the cabin as the orgasm hit me like a sledge hammer. I shook and convulsed, thrashing about wildly as I felt the hot juices squirt from my cxnt all over my panties.
My tits, wet and shiny from saliva and perspiration slid back and forth over Gretchen's now as I slowly writhed and gyrated in the afterglow of orgasm, keeping my eyes closed so I didn't have to see the hideous troll beneath me.
Then she summarily tossed me off her onto the floor and with several hard tugs, tore my panties off leaving me completely naked. She then pulled her own off and just at that moment, I finally managed to get one hand free of the pantyhose bondage.
I caught her by surprise with a vicious slap to the face that snapped her head to the side and I was on her like a cat, clawing and biting and hissing and screeching. It was a wild cat fight for several minutes with us snaking our legs together and rolling around on the floor like two Hollywood starlets in a night club cat fight on Sunset Boulevard. I was oblivious to her appearance at that point, I just wanted bare flesh under my fingernails as we battled tooth and nail.
We were both perspiring now quite heavily from the prolonged ordeal and our bodies were sliding and slipping as we fought. Even though I gave my all and fought like an alley cat, Gretchen soon wore me down from her body weight and strength and soon had me pinned on my back and was straddling me.
She managed to get my arms tucked into my side and pinned beneath her legs as she sat on my stomach and slapped my tits repeatedly until I begged her to stop. Then she started inching forward with a grin on her face.
My eyes got wide and I started shaking my head. "NO! NO! NO!" I screamed as she got ever closer to my face. I could smell her cxnt now and feel the hot juices on my bare chest.
I feebly started clawing at her lower legs that were pinning my arms but it was like a flea on an elephant as she slid her cxnt over my face and rubbed that disgusting hole right over my mouth.
She grabbed my hair and used it to pull my head and face tightly against her snatch as she wriggled and pumped against me, face fucking me with wild abandon. Her ponderous thighs were muting my ears as they pressed against the side of my head but I could still make out her muffled moans and grunts of pleasure as she used me as her personal sex toy until she came all over my face.
Sated now, she slid off me and left me lying there gagging and choking and spitting out cxnt juices and pubic hairs. I reached for my panties but Gretchen snatched them up first and pulled them away.
"My . . . trophy," she said while trying to catch her breath. "Gonna hang . . . these . . . over my . . . bed!"
I just sighed and went limp trying to catch my own breath at that point as she got up and quickly got dressed. She then ordered me up to my feet and when I didn't respond quick enough, she dragged me up by the hair and then kissed me again.
Still totally naked, Gretchen led me back to the car and then drove us back to my sorority house. Once there, she laid on the horn for a long time and got out and came around the passenger side just as I was getting out and lights in the house were coming on from the horn blast.
Then, with my sorority sister peering through the windows at what was going on, the Dyke Squad bitch pinned my naked body against the car and kissed me with her tongue right in front of all the spying eyes. I was mortified.
"Bye sweetie," Gretchen said with a beaming smile. "Call me sometime, we'll do lunch!!"
"Fuck you bitch!" I spat as she laughed and happily got back in her car and drove off leaving me standing there naked, beaten, and totally humiliated.
The End
