With only a moment available before she was seized by the shoulders and thrown to the firmer ground on the very edge of the muddy shore, Mary let out a shrill, panicked shriek. Before even being able to process what had happened, she felt a weight on her stomach as the man straddled her, pinning her down. Immediately she felt a pair of rough hands grasping at her shirt, she batted futilely at her assailant, hitting his chest and arms even as she heard the fabric of her shirt begin to tear.
   As he grabbed her shirt and attempted to pull it up over her head, he spared one hand to grab her left arm and hold it so as to more easily slip the sleeve up. She used her free arm to bat at him frantically, but he soon grabbed that arm as well and pinned them both together over her head, and soon her shirt was up around her elbows as the back of it was caught between her back and the ground below. Her black brasier was now fully exposed, the straps beginning to slide down her shoulders amidst the struggle. She yelped and cried out as he forcefully lifted her torso from the ground, freeing her shirt before he began pulling it off, causing her to bend forward at an uncomfortable angle.

   Kicking and writhing beneath her assailant, Mary crossed her arms to block her breasts from the man's grasping hands as he gripped then both, rubbing and pushing them against each other. Still grasping and pawing uselessly at him, she felt a sudden coolness as her breasts were abruptly exposed to the open air; he had pulled it down so it was hanging over her stomach, one strap broken and the other hanging uselessly by her side. Her moaning was cut off as a sharp pain splashed across her face and her vision flashes white for a split second; the man slapped her two more times until her yelling gave way to suppressed whimpering.
As she instinctively used her arms to block her face, the man slid down to her thighs and grabbed greedily for the button on her pants; prying it open he immediately ripped down the zipper as she lay nearly still, only trembling with the effort of choking back her quiet sobs.
Throwing his leg off her, the man backed up and grabbed the ankles of her jeans, tugging and pulling they began to slide off. Suddenly regaining her senses, the girl began thrashing her legs free of her jeans, and even as the man made a move to slide his hand up her thigh to her crotch, she kicked him hard in the chest and he fell back into the mud.
Rolling over and scrambling desperately, Mary picked herself up and managed to narrowly evade the man's grasp as she ran away; his fingers grabbed the strap of her loose-hanging braw, and the force of his pull caused it to snap. She escaped however, and he he was left holding only the ruined bra by the strap.

   Blinded by panic and stripped down to her black panties, Mary's nerves burned with adrenaline and her heart's fervent beating felt like her chest would explode. She tore through the woods with no direction in mind, not heading toward the safety of her home but though the acres of untouched wilderness where not even her trails touched; she was utterly lost in a sylvan maze which until just moments ago had been part of her most private sanctuary, but now seemed more likely by the moment to become the site of the most nightmarish ordeal of her life.
   Mary ran with total disregard for the briars and branches which bit at her naked skin, thinking only of escape. For a moment it seemed this goal was within reach, but the sounds of branches snapping under heavy weight confirmed that her pursuer was still after her, and the sounds were becoming less and less distant.

   After what seemed like hours of indistinguishable green and brown blurring past her scratched face, Mary finally burst out of the edge of the woods and came into an open clearing, bereft of all but tendril-like wild grass. The grass' soft touch on her bare skin might have been more pleasant has she not been choking  with pure terror.
She had barreled about halfway into the clearing, before she realized with sudden horror that keeping to the woods would have provided some cover, and here she was utterly exposed and as visible to her pursuer as possible. Suddenly realizing her only chance lay within the concealment of the forest, she changed path and turned sharply to the left, hoping beyond hope that she reached the safety of the woods before she was spotted. She had no idea whether the man was close by yet.

   Stopping just at the edge of the tree-line she realized that she hadn't heard the sound of snapping branches or any hint that her pursuer was near in some time. Perhaps he had given up, or tripped and sustained injury? She scanned the edge from which she had first emerged, and nowhere did she see any sign of the man. Her heart lifted for a brief moment, she felt genuine hope return to her but for a second- but as she turned her face forward, she let out only the start of a scream before falling backwards at the sight of the man, having emerged from the woods and now mere steps away from her.

   She flipped over and scrambled desperately, but it was in vain as the man was immediately on top of her again. She wailed helplessly as the man used his small razor blade to snap the waist of her panties, immediately after which he flipped her over and held the blade to her face. Too terrified to move, the lay there and breathed heavily, staring into his face, as a smug expression came over him. Holding her head between his hands, he bent down and began kissing her, even as she tried vainly to push up away. Sucking her lips and sticking his tongue in her mouth, she tried to moved her face away as much as she could but his grip was too firm.

   Slowly his head began moving down her neck, and holding her by the neck with one hand, he began sucking her breast as he dropped the razor and with his free hand began ramming his fingers into her vagina. She let out a disgusted moan, pushing her knee up and trying to close herself off as best she could, he merely pulled her legs back open and reinserted his fingers, rubbing her clitoris vigorously. A feeling of disgust and abject shame washed over her; she felt filthy all over. She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth as suddenly the fingers were removed, and she tried not to think about the clicking sound of a belt being undone in haste and the subsequent zipping noise.

   The man quickly pulled his pants down, and finally releasing his grip on her throat. She bent her head back and gazed blankly up at the blue sky as the man pulled open her thighs once more and cracked her open, quickly then sliding his penis into her. Finally relenting, she let her arms rest limp and listless on the ground, as her body was rocked back and forth by his forceful thrusting. She could hear him grunting. She felt his manhood moving around inside her, realizing suddenly that in this time she had become quite wet. She looked down briefly; down between her breasts, nipples now perkily erect and still glistening with the stranger's saliva, she glimpsed her vagina, spread wide open and covered in silky red hair, and the man's erect penis ramming in and out of it.

   She closed her eyes and layed her head back down, not sure why she looked. She never anted to envision this ever again. The side of her face ground against the dusty ground as his thrusts got ever more forceful and quick. The sound of skin slapping on skin picked up in tempo as he began to breath and grunt heavily, thrusting harder and harder, faster and faster. Her hands grasped handfuls of grass as she realized with deepening shame she too was about to come. Suddenly his thrusting and grunting became even more quick, and with a shudder she gritted her teeth and shut her eyes tight as she squirted with an orgasm. At the same time the man pulled out of her and pumped his dick with his hand, spraying cum all over her stomach, a drop even landing directly on her bottom lip.

   The man fell back with a great moan, and his breathing gradually slowed down. Mary, naked and utterly violated, turned on her side into a fetal position, trembling and finally letting out a few short audible sobs. She covered her face with one hand, and fell into quick silent whimpering.
   After a while, the man stood up. Mary didn't bother to look at what he was doing, she just hoped that he would leave. However, the man had decided to take fuller advantage of his unique opportunity, and had no intention of letting Mary's suffering end so soon.

I like the way you write hundred. Good story.

this story is awesome,... wish you'd stalk me in the woods for sure...