Sandra was a petite little thing weighing only 110 pounds at 5 foot and 2 inches tall. She had well formed and toned legs from doing gymnastics. Her thin waist exaggerated her firm round ass and perky B cup breasts. She had pale green eyes, a beautiful freckled face, and plump little lips. Her mousy brown hair hung loosely over her shoulders. She wore black skin tight yoga pants, a tight baby blue t-shirt, and sneakers.
Sandra decided to take a short cut through a thin stretch of woods that she used to get home occasionally. Thick storm clouds and the heavy foliage made it very dark. It wasn’t long before she became turned around and her frustration increased. It started to rain hard. Even the dense tree cover didn’t protect her from the down pour. She walked furiously through the woods until she slipped in the mud and fell. She tried to stand but felt a shooting pain in her ankle that made her cry out.
“Damnit!” She yelled in frustration. Can this day get any worse? she thought to herself.
She grabbed a nearby branch and managed to get to her feet using the make shift crutch. She brushed off some mud and slowly started making her way through the woods hoping to reach the border soon.
She heard splashing and heavy foot steps approaching from behind very quickly. She turned and saw a man charging her. He was over 6 feet tall with a stocky strong build. He was wearing work boots, jeans, and a dark gray rain coat with the hood up. His trimmed dark beard protruded from the front of the hood but she could not see his eyes in the darkness. She swung the branch at him instinctually trying to defend herself. He easily caught the branch and rammed into her with his shoulder causing her to fly backwards into the mud at his feet. She sat up as she tried to pull the branch away from him. He ripped the branch from her hands and swung it at her, striking her across the side of her head, dazing her. She fell backwards as he swung down on her with the branch.
Sandra raised her arm to block. It connected with her forearm with a loud crack. Aching pain shot up her arm and she cried out in pain as she rolled to her side. she felt him kick her hard in her lower back. She arched her back and rolled onto her back as she screamed. Another kick landed on her ribs, knocking the wind out of her. Before she could react another kick landed on her face.
She lay there dazed and in agony, the taste of blood filling her mouth. The sound of heavy rain falling all around her. As she came to she heard a faint jingling then the sound of a zipper and she realized what was about to happen.
She rolled onto her hands and knees but crumpled when she put weight on her shattered arm. He pounced on her, pushing up her shirt so he could grab the waist band of her yoga pants as he pushed her face down into the mud while tightly gripping her hair. He tugged violently but they clung to her wet body. He grunted in frustration as she tried to squirm free. Sandra reached back with her unbroken arm and clawed his hand with her finger nails in an attempt to make him release her. He responded by punching her in her kidneys and slamming her face into the wet ground repeatedly as he growled.
He pinned her face down in the deepening mud causing her to begin to drown. She frantically tried to push herself up so she could breath but she was too weak. Her strength fading quickly as she struggled for air. He lifted her face from the puddle and ripped open her yoga pants exposing her smooth virginal pussy to the cold air. She immediately regretted not wearing panties because she hated the lines they made under her yoga pants, not that it would have mattered.
A caloused hand rubbed over her virgin mound aggressively, it’s roughness like sand paper against her untouched womanhood.
This can’t be happening! Sandra thought to herself “Please stop…..” she pleaded weakly. “I’m a virgin….”
He grunted excitedly as he removed his hand from her. Then she felt his cock against her virgin lips.
“No…. please….” she begged
He thrust his hips forward aggressively penentrating her dry pussy, causing her to scream as pain ripped through her body. He drove himself into her inch by painful inch, ripping her as he went, until his balls pressed against her clit. He paused for a few moments as she thrashed beneath him, to his enjoyment, her body clenched him tightly. He grabbed her forearms tightly, instantly bruising them with his vice like grip, sending agonizing pain up her broken arm. He pulled them behind her back and held them together with one hand as he pushed them up between her shoulder blades painfully. With his other hand he pulled her head back by her hair forcing her to arch her back. He withdrew from her slowly, with a satisfied grunt. He paused for a moment to admire the blood on his shaft. Before she had time to relax he plunged back into her, the blood acting as lubricant for her violation.
Sandra sobbed as he brutally raped her, robbing her of her precious virginity. Her tormented cries drowned out by the heavy down pour. She shivered as he mercilessly ravaged her. His cock was so hard she could feel his pulse against her insides. He plunged in and out of her for what seemed like an eternity. Her blood ran down her inner thighs as he violated her tight virgin pussy. Every agonized cry and plea for mercy just seemed to excite him more.
He began fucking her even harder as his breathing quickened. Her ravaged cunt clinging to his shaft with each stroke. She began to feel his cock swelling inside of her, filling her completely. He buried himself in her as deep as he could as he howled. She felt his cock pulsate as warmth filled her womb. His cock quickly shriveled inside of her and slid out as he rocked his hips back.
He released her and stood. He looked down on her with a satisfied smile as he tucked himself back into his pants, zipped his jeans up, and fastened his belt.
Sandra rolled to her side and curled into a ball. She sobbed as his cum leaked out of her bloodied, violated pussy as she shivered in the mud.
“Please…. no more….” she begged.
He answered with a chuckle as he slowly walked away into the trees, his tracks washed away by the rain as she lay there hobbled and beaten with no way to call for help.