Oh to be hiking and hurt myself. calling out for help while miles away from the trailhead. Praying someone finds me and comes to my rescue. But instead you answer my pleas. You see how stuck I am like a wounded lamb. Knowing I can’t run on my own and that clearly no one is listening to my screams anyway, decide to take your chance. It’s not too hard to wrestle me to the ground from the position I’m in and the knife you happened to have on you comes in very handy in the way of my clothes. Pressing it to my neck, telling me how pretty I look in pain and crying. How I better be good unless I want to add a few more injuries to my day. Make it slow and painful. Chase your own pleasure and tease me for how wet I get being used and raped. After your done tell me how you can’t just leave the little bird with the broken wing you found. Tell me that you want to help get me strong again. Pick me up and carry my exhausted and used body dripping your cum down my thighs as I have no choice but to seek comfort in my new captor














