Crouching behind a bush, my hand covering my mouth, I listened to their voices. Two of them obviously hunting me. Why else would they be there? Besides, I could overhear a little of their conversation. What they would do to me if they caught me. That was enough to be sure that I needed to keep perfectly still until they’d passed. Hopefully they couldn’t hear my heart pounding in my chest. I’d always thought it silly when you read it in books. That the sound of your heartbeat could give you away, but suddenly it seemed entirely possible.

The weird thing? I wanted to get caught and yet, I was terrified of them finding me, knowing what they were going to do to me. Holly had made a point of telling them everything. How I liked taking it up the ass. That I liked it rough. That I’d deepthroated her boyfriend more than once. That I wanted to be gangbanged…

This was not what I’d imagined when I’d invited Holly over. It was the first day of summer and I wanted to go swimming and then lie out in the sun, have a few beers, maybe get high. Make out. Just the two of us.  A girl’s day out.  We’d packed a cooler with food and beverages and camped out on the lake and spent the afternoon skinny dipping and laughing our heads off.  Afterward we sat on a rock overlooking the water and basked in the sun, enjoying each other’s company and maybe getting a little frisky when the mood caught us, which was often.

“Too bad there aren’t any guys around to take advantage of us. Cheers,” I’d joked, saluting Holly with my bottle before finishing it off, enjoying the nice buzz I was getting after downing half a six-pack over the past couple of hours.

“Cheers,” she repeated, following suit. Like me, she’d put her bra and panties back on and left everything else on the beach.  “I’m going to give Scott a call. See what’s up.”

Scott was her boyfriend. She'd left him behind at the pub with several of his friends so that we could have some alone time.

“I’m going to walk a ways, then.”  Holly’s phone conversations while she was tipsy were legendary so I figured I’d have plenty of time to walk down to one of the prettier springs feeding the lake. Walking along the shore, I waded through the water’s edge.  It was still cold. It was almost always cold, even during the hottest months.

I wasn’t sure how long I’d been gone. A quarter of an hour, perhaps. She was there waiting for me with a mischievous smile on her face.  “What did you do with my clothes?” I asked. Except for my sneakers, they seemed to have gone missing.

“Scott’s on his way.  Smile,” she answered, avoiding the question.

I gave her my best smile as she took a picture of me dressed in nothing but a pair of damp cotton panties and a bra. I stuck out my tongue, playfully as she took another.

“Adorable, Bonnie. Now show me that ass.”

Laughing, I turned, pushing my bottom out and shaking it as she took a few more shots before ignoring me as she fiddled with her phone.

“Where’d you put my things?”

“Hid them. You won’t be needing them for a while. He’s bringing his friends.”

“Who?” I wondered, a little perplexed.

“Scott.  I told him you were horny. He said he’d bring along a few buddies to take care of you. Should be here in about 10 minutes. I promised them a good time if they can find you. I just sent them your pics.”

“What do you mean, if they can find me?”

“Scott said it would be more fun if they had to work for it a little. You should put your shoes on. Unless you want to be running around barefoot.”

I wish I could pretend that I was mad at her, but the more I thought about it, the more turned on I got. Running around half-naked with a bunch of horny guys looking for me, knowing what they’d been told they could do with me if they caught me. By the time I had my laces tied, my panties were damp from more than just water.

“Turn around, honey. Hands behind your back.”

Breathless, I turned away from her and crossed my wrists behind me, already having a good idea what she intended. I wasn’t disappointed, either, as she used one of her shoelaces to secure my hands behind me.

“Good luck,” she’d told me, kissing me hungrily, her eyes full of mirth and lust as she sent me off into the surrounding woods with a smack on the ass. A moment later I heard voices coming up the trail.

“Better hurry, Bunny, or you won’t even make it off the beach.

I hurried, pulse racing, wondering how long it would take them to catch me and what would happen once they did…

Tugging at the shoelace binding my wrist, I watched through from my hiding place as they split apart, one heading away from me and one heading straight towards the bush I was using as cover. I could feel perspiration dripping down my neck, part exertion and part fear. I could also feel my pussy soaking my panties at the prospect of them finding me. I could run, but I doubted I’d be able to outrun them. Or I could stay perfectly still and quiet and hope that I wasn’t discovered.  A moment later my choices were taken away from me.

“Found her!”

He’d spotted me. Fuck. I ran. He chased after me. They both did. It’s not easy to run with your hand tied behind your back and all I did was put off the inevitable for a couple of minutes. Not even that.

“Now what?” Short blond hair. Mustache. Collared shirt. He had hold of my right arm.

“We get to fuck her.” Shoulder-length hair. Day's growth of beard. Vintage Van Halen tee. He had my hair clenched in one hand, my left wrist in the other.

“I don’t know. Seems a little wrong?” He looked hesitant.

“Scott said she wants it. Do you?” 

I could smell the alcohol on his breath. Not drunk, but he’d been drinking enough to lower his inhibitions and morals.

“Oui,” I managed, out of breath from running, both scared and incredibly turned on.

“See? She’s a slut.”

“Check out her panties.”

Mustache shoved his hand between my thighs and roughly cupped my pussy through my panties.

“She’s fucking soaked. Check out her nipples, bro.”

Hard. So hard they were tenting my bra and were aching to be touched. Pinched, Sucked. Bitten.

“His girlfriend says she likes it in the ass.”

They didn’t even bother asking me, just talked about me like I didn’t matter. I let out a soft moan as they pushed me to the ground, my knees sinking into untamed grass and dirt.

“Roshambo for who goes first?”

I didn’t see the results, not that it mattered. A moment later Mustache was on his knees behind me and tugging my panties down around my thighs before grabbing my hips and shoving his cock into my well-lubed cunt.

“Get it nice and wet, baby, or your ass is going to burn.”

“Fuck,” I gasped. His cock was thick. It was going to hurt. At least at first.

He shoved it into me a couple of times before pressing it against my asshole. I did my best to relax. It would be so much easier if I did. At least it was nice and wet. Dripping wet with my cream.

“Cunt’s nice and tight. Tempted to just use it, but I bet your ass is even tighter.

He pushed slowly into me, and god help me, I pushed back, whimpering as I felt my ring spread, the mushroom-shaped head of his cock seating itself in my ass. I felt myself clench around it, gripping it.

“Fuck me,” I whispered, a little drool slipping from between my parted lip, my cheek in the dirt, face turned towards his buddy.

“What was that?” he asked. I could hear the smirk in his voice.

“Fuck my ass,” I said a little louder, pushing back at him again.

“She really does want it,” Van Halen tee said, sounding relieved.

“Told you she’s a slut.”

He started fucking me, his friend standing just to the side, watching as he sank his cock deeper into my ass. It burned, but it felt so good too.  I did my best to match his rhythm, rocking back as he pushed in, feeling him go a little deeper each time. Every third or fourth stroke he’d pull out and wet himself in my sopping wet cunt again, getting my ass nice and slick. I could feel my juices trickling down my inner thighs.

“No one will ever believe this. Need to film it,” Van Halen said, pulling out his phone and pointing it at me as I knelt, hands tied behind my back, his friends fucking me from behind.

“Oh, god,” I whimpered, trying to turn my head, unable to.  Worst thing was? Knowing that anyone who saw the vid would see my face. Knowing that pushed me right to the edge. Shaking all over I spread my thighs as wide as I could, stretching my panties tight.

“That’s it baby, spread those legs.”

He started thrusting harder, deeper, sinking his cock into me, his balls slapping up against my ass, his fingers digging into the meat of my hips. And then he started smacking me with the flat of his palm, leaving a hot stinging sensation in my cheek.

“Oh fuck!” he cried. A moment later I felt him swell inside my tight little fuck hole as he thrust into me and then tense. He was going to blow his load in my ass. That was the push I needed. I let out a loud gasp and climaxed just before he filled me with his cum, pumping it into me while I knelt jerking, my feet digging into the dirt as I tried to keep him from pushing me onto my stomach.

“Oh, Fuck,” he murmured softly, his cock still hard, though softening, as he pulled out of me with a soft plop. I felt his cum leaking out of me, dripping between my swollen folds.

“God damn, that was hot.” Van Halen, camera still in hand as he fumbled with his zipper, eventually handing over his cell phone and switching places, his cock sticking out of his boxers like a flag pole. Not as thick, but still nice looking, from the glimpse I got.

“Nice ass, baby. So tight.”

I didn’t say anything, just groaned as he stuffed his cock into me. It wasn’t gentle. He was only concerned with his own pleasure and he was using me like some nameless whore. My pussy was leaking all over the place as he sank deep into my spunk filled ass.

“Sloppy seconds,” Mustache egged him on. “So gay.”

“Fuck you, Steve,” he returned, laughing.  “Nothing gay about fucking this chick’s butthole.”

He slid in easy, Mustache Steve’s cum coating my anal walls, making it easy for him to fuck me fast and hard, his large hands around my narrow waist as he started bucking his hips, driving deep into me without mercy. There was no skill to it. Only primal need. Not that I cared. I simply closed my eyes and held on for the ride, my climax building much slower this time.

“Look at me.”

Opening my eyes I tried to focus on Mustache’s mouth, barely noticing the phone in his hand, vaguely wondering who they’d send the video to or if they’d just keep it for themselves.

“What’s your name, baby?”

Fuck. He wanted more than an anonymous fuck. I knew better than to say anything, but something inside me wanted to debase myself even further. I didn’t want to be just some random slut getting banged. I wanted so much more.

“Bunny,” I managed, moaning as I said it, Van Halen’s crashing into me, pushing me forward on the dirt and grass.

“Bunny. You’re really pretty, Bunny.”

“Thanks?” I replied, blinking and letting out a small gasp of pleasure as I felt cock being rammed hard into my ass.

“So good. Fuck, I bet your pussy is tight too.”

While mustache continued to ask me questions, Van Halen pulled out of me, much to my disappointment.

“You like getting fucked in the ass, Bunny?”

“Oh my god, yes. I love it.”

“What about being gangbanged?”

“Yes, Fuck!” I cried softly as I felt a hard cock being pushed into my sopping wet cunt.

“What’s going on now?”

“Your friend is fucking me.”

“Where, Bunny? Where is he fucking you?”

“My cunt.”

“And before that?”

“My ass,” I admitted, blushing, whimpering as he started thrusting into me even harder than before.

“Is he the first?”

“No. You were. You fucked me in the ass and cummed inside of me.”

“Did you cum?”

“Yes! So hard. Fuck, I’m so close too. So close.”

I wasn’t pretending, either. I was on the edge. All I needed was a little push. I got it when Mustache reached out and pinched my nipple, pressing his fingers tightly together, cutting off the blood flow.

 I felt my pussy tighten around his buddy’s cock, clenching as he hammered into me, groaning as he used me to pull himself deep into my needy fuck hole, suddenly shooting his load into me.

I let out a hard gasp as my nipple was suddenly released, intense pleasure throbbing through my tit, my clit, crashing through me as I exploded in ecstasy.

I lost a few minutes, I think. Mustache Steve might have asked some more questions or he might have filmed the cum seeping out of my ass and cunt. Or maybe nothing. I was too senseless to do anything but kneel there, hands behind my back, and drool on the floor of the woods.

Eventually, they helped my up onto my knees and made me lick and suck the cum, mine and theirs, from their semi-soft cocks.

“You liked that, didn’t you, Bunny?”

“God, yes. Loved it.”

“Scott’s girlfriend said that once we were done with you, to let you go so the others can find you. You okay with that?”

“Sure,” I managed, thinking that I was. Or at least Holly was. Right now I wasn’t sure of anything besides I wanted them to fuck me again.

“Thanks, Bunny. That was so hot. Have fun.”

Van Halen left, as did Steve, but only after kissing me gently on top of my head. It was strangely tender and it felt nice.

And then, I was alone again. Not for long, I figured. I needed to get moving. I knew these woods well enough to have an idea of which direction the beach was. Maybe getting back there would end the game. But did I really want to end it. I knew I should want to. Only…

It took me a few minutes to get back on my feet, using a slender fir for support. My panties were still twisted around my thighs, hobbling me, and with my hands tied, I couldn’t really pull them up or push them down, so I simply started walking. Away from the beach. I knew there was a small creek not too far. It would be less exposed. I almost made it, too, when I was caught again.

He was quiet. And by himself. When he came out of the woods behind me and spoke, I let out a startled scream, my heart pounding violently against my ribs.

“Scared you, eh? Sorry.”

I turned. He wasn’t bad looking. In fact, he was kind of hot. Thick shoulders and a trim waist. I was pretty sure the guys Scott hung out with played hockey, so it made sense that they’d be athletic. He had short dark hair and a smooth face and one of his eyebrows was marred by a scar, separating it into two.

“You look… Damn. You look like I’m not the first one to find you. Bonnie, right?”

“Yeah, Bonnie. Or Bunny,” I said with a shrug, backing away warily. I hadn’t been able to outrun the first two guys and I hadn’t had my panties around my thighs then. I was so fucked, in more ways than one.

“This really your thing? Getting chased by a bunch of horny guys, knowing they’ll do whatever to you?”

“Sort of?” I mumbled, blushing. When he put it like that, it sounded a little… freaky.

“Not judging. Just making sure you’re alright. Are you? Alright?”

“I’m okay.”

“I’m Cam.  Cameron.”

“Hi Cam.”

He had a nice smile. Nice eyes, too. Handsome in a rugged way. I wouldn’t mind getting plowed by him. From the look of him, he’d give it to me good, too.  And then he surprised me.

“I have a sister about your age. Looks a little like you too.”

I am sure I made a face. I’m into a lot of things, but pretending to be his sister while he fucked me wasn’t on the list. He laughed, shaking his head.

“I didn’t mean it like that. I’m just saying, this isn’t really my thing, eh. Having sex with random girls I’ve just met, I mean.”

“Okay. I get it. Even if they want you to, though?”

“Yeah. Even if they want me to.”

“So…”

“So, maybe we can both pretend I did. Hate to lose face in front of the others, eh?”

I felt a little disappointed. It must have shown on my face.

“If it helps, Scott’s out there, with Pete and Jack. I’m sure they’ll be more than happy to take care of you. You thirsty at all? I have water.”

I was, although I hadn’t really thought about it until he said something. Thankfully, he untied my wrists so I could, blushing hard, pull my panties up and cover my freshly fucked pussy. Then we sat for a little bit on a nearby stump while I slowly downed about half a litre of cold water.

“You’re nice,” I told him between swallows.

“I am sure you are too.”

I had to laugh at that.

“You must think I’m a slut.”

He shrugged at that. “Don’t know you well enough to know, eh? Anyway, as long as you’re okay, I’m going to head back?”

“I’m okay,” I nodded shyly.

“Have fun, then,” he said with a wink. I listened as he faded into the woods, until I couldn’t hear him anymore, before getting up and looking around. Deciding that the creek was still my best choice, I began walking, thankful for the use of my hands. I almost made it too.

Scott found me first.

“Hello, Bonnie,” he said, flashing a grin.

I was so startled by his voice that I panicked, my adrenaline spiking, and ran. This time I wasn’t slowed down by my hands being tied. I sprinted, knowing that I could outrun him, at least for a little while. Twigs and needles snapped under my feet and leaves brushed against my bare legs and arms. I felt a sense of thrill surging through me, exciting my endorphins. He was going to catch me, but I wasn’t going to make it easy for him. For them. I heard shouts behind me. Cam had said Pete and Jack were with him.

I splashed through the creek, making a lot of noise, not that it mattered. The ice-cold water only spurred me on. It wasn’t long after that I heard the sound of feet behind me. And panting. A moment later something brushed against my shoulder and I felt my bra being tugged. I fought, forging forward, and felt the snap give.

“Almost had her!” I didn’t recognize the voice, so it wasn’t Scott. I didn’t dare look, though. I just kept going, dodging around a couple of trees, knowing that they were almost caught up to me. A moment later I was down on the ground, struggling, held down by the weight of one of the guys as he tried to pull my arms behind my back.

Instinct kicked in and I fought him, but it was hard when he weighed quite a bit more than me. Harder when someone else joined in and started tugging my panties down my legs. I screamed and kicked, my cry suddenly cut off by a hand over my mouth.

“This is what you wanted, baby. Just relax and enjoy it.”

It was what I wanted. That didn’t mean I had to make it easy, so I didn’t. At least not until the others had caught up and pinned me down, naked except for my sneakers.

“She’s feisty,” one of them said.

“She is,” Scott grinned, rolling me over on my back so I was forced to look up at them.

Scott was good-looking and athletic while his friends were on the beefy side and plain looking. Not that any of that mattered, especially when they pulled out their cocks. Their cocks were beefy too. Plump and beefy and rock hard.

“You like this, don’t you, baby?” one of them said, stroking his cock above me so I could get a good look.

“Oh, she likes it,” Scott laughed, the only one without his cock on display. Yet.

“Holly said she likes it in her ass…”

“Ass. Pussy. Mouth. She just likes to fuck.”

“Good.”

That was pretty the end of the conversation. A moment later I was being fucked on the dirt and grass by some guy I didn’t really know, his pants pulled down just enough to free his cock and balls. It was glorious. He had a nice cock and he knew how to use it. And I was horny. As he mauled my tits he hammered into me, while I rocked my hips to meet him, fucking each other furiously, both of us needing to get off. I had my arms around him, raking my fingers down his back, while I wrapped my legs around his thighs, slamming my hips into his, moaning like a slut in heat as he stretched my pussy with his huge cock.

“Fuck. Look at her. She’s fucking crazy,” laughed the other newcomer.

“I told you she was a slut,” Scott laughed, elbowing him playfully while they watched us rut like animals. Jack (I found out later which was which) came first, blasting his load into me with an intensity that set me off too as I felt him fill my desperate cunt with cum.

“My turn,” Pete said impatiently, half helping, half tugging his friend off of me so that he could get his cock inside me too.

“I remember how much you like to get jizzed on,” Scott said, standing over me, his cock out, stroking it, aiming the head at my face, then at my tits, then back again. “Don’t you, Bonnie?”

“Yes, I moaned, feeling myself being pushed closer and closer, my cunt clenching around Pete’s cock as his friend started fucking me harder, using me like I was nothing more than a hole to get off in.

“You want it on your face or on your tits?”

I moaned, my legs wrapped around Pete, hands cupping his ass as I ground myself against him, unable to think straight, let alone answer.  I don’t think it really mattered. He watched me getting fucked, moaning and begging for it as his buddy slammed into me, grunting with each thrust, jerking off, making sure I was watching the entire time.

“Oh, fuck, baby. I’m going to blow all over you.”

Without even thinking, I opened my mouth. A moment later I felt his cum hitting my face, drenching me. He got some of it in my mouth, landing on my lips, my teeth, my outstretched tongue. And, because I’m a slut, I slurped it up, letting it pool in my mouth and mix with my spit before swallowing it.  I felt a brief moment of shame and then it was gone as another orgasm rocked through me, triggered by the humiliation I felt. Pete wasn’t far behind, smacking into me with a satisfied groan and filling my traitorous cunt with cum.

Breathless, I just lay there beneath him, closing my eyes, his weight pinning me to the ground, not that I was in any hurry to get up. I felt dazed as diminishing waves of pleasure continues to pulse through me, centered in my cum-filled pussy until Pete finally pulled out.

“We should get you back,” Scott decided. I wasn’t sure how long I lay there like that, cum all over my face, more of it oozing out of my cunt and my ass. Not long. I did my best to sit up, but my limbs felt weak. Eventually they helped me up on Jack’s back, piggyback style, his muscular arms supporting my thighs.

“I’m getting cum all over you. Sorry,” I murmured. He just laughed.

“Totally worth it.”

Holly was waiting.  So were Cam and the other two guys, their gazes mostly on me.

“Have fun?” she asked, smirking, probably at the cum that was still glistening in my face.

“Maybe,” I mumbled, giving her a shy smile, mouthing ‘thank you’ silently as Jack set me down on my feet.

“Fun’s over. Why don’t you guys take off.”

Just like that, it was over. Or almost over. Before he left, Cam took Holly aside, and they whispered back and forth for a moment before he followed Scott and the others back to the car.

“What was that about?” I asked, naturally curious.

Holly shrugged, regarding me with a mysterious smile before slipping her arm through mine and guiding me down to the chilly water.

“You’re a filthy mess. Let’s get you cleaned up. Then you can thank me properly with your slutty little mouth.”