Girl Cop in the Woods
by SoftGameHunter
Ch 1. Should’ve Had Backup.
(M/f, bondage, nc, rape, humil)
Annie saw the smoke coming out of the woods as she patrolled along the mountain road. She grumbled to herself. There was always some yahoo out violating the no burn alert. There’d been three days of rain, but the forest service still had a burn ban in effect, rain or no rain. She was about to call in when she paused. Several times she or one of the other officers called in upon seeing smoke, and always the scene was clear by the time they got there. The fire was still smoldering, obviously recently put out. Someone had a police scanner with them when they were doing their camp cooking.
She pulled the patrol car well off the road and headed in. She was going to catch that negligent camper red handed and give him the fine of his life at the very least. It was hard to see the smoke from inside the forest, but she knew the whole area well. She eventually found what she was looking for. There was a man there, a backpacker by his looks. There was no tent, just him and a small fire and a small cooking rack resting over two stones with a frying pan sizzling. A hand held police scanner was sitting on the branch of a tree beside the ivory handled hatchet stuck in the wood, occasionally squawking.
“Hold it right there, mister!” she said as she stepped out. The man jumped when he heard her.
“What the fuck?”
“I knew we’d catch you. Didn’t you know there’s a burn ban in effect?”
“What? Uh, no, actually. I didn’t.”
“Yeah, right. I’m writing you a citation. That’s a thousand dollar fine, pal. Maybe next time you’ll be a bit more careful.”
“Oh, jeez.”
“You have some ID?”
“Yeah, yeah.” He reached into his wallet while he walked over to her, only tripping on the leaves at the last second, and lurching forward into her. She stepped back, but he grabbed her around her waist and pulled her to the ground. It took her a second to realize he was attacking her. She screamed and pulled out her nightstick, but he grabbed hold of it. They both struggled for it. Annie tried to apply her training, but it was her first real fight since joining the force.
He ended up on top of her, pushing the stick to her throat. She managed to roll and push him off. Then he slammed the stick into her belly, making her double over in pain and loss of air. He smashed it against her head, making her see spots. He flipped her onto her stomach. She felt him pull her arms behind her and handcuff her. She was helpless and at his mercy.
“Well, not so tough now, are you?” he asked as he rolled her onto her back so she was lying on her cuffed hands.
“Release me!” she said. “Don’t do this. Not over a fine.”
“Yeah, right. Listen, toots, I’m going to have fun with you whether you enjoy it or not. Now just go along with it and you won’t get hurt. It’s just going to be one of those Summer of Ravishment things you read about.”
“I don’t want to be part of the Summer of Ravishment!”
“Tough,” he said. He dragged her to a nearby tree and sat her up against it. He found the keys to the handcuffs. “Now don’t try anything, or you’ll be punished,” he told her before grabbing both hands and unlocking her.
Annie fought like a wildcat. The man had to try several times to get hold of her right arm and pull her back to the tree before he finally got her arms wrapped around the trunk and handcuffed again. Now she was stuck in place.
Now that she was secured, he seemed to relax. He quickly removed her gun, radio, and all other gear. Annie sat quietly, seething and terrified, trying not to provoke him. But when he went for her shirt it was too much.
“No! Get your hands off me!” she screamed, kicking at him and hit his stomach with her foot. He fell back, groaning but out of reach. Annie could only sit there in growing fear as he got up.
He went to his pack and pulled out some rope. Annie tried to kick at him as he approached her, but he came from the side and sat down on her legs. She could do nothing except twist around as he tied a piece of rope to each ankle. They were long pieces, and he tossed the free ends in front of her. Then he got off and grabbed one free end.
Annie tried kicking and pulling with her left leg, but he kept it wrapped around his arm as he pulled her leg out to the side and wrapped it around a tree several times before tying it off. He did the same with her other leg, spreading them out and tying them in place. Now Annie could move neither her arms nor her legs.
He began unbuttoning her shirt again. She screamed and twisted in her bonds, but it was a useless gesture. He opened up her shirt, revealing her bra and her slimmish waistline. “Nope, not good enough,” he said as he got up.
“What do you mean, not good enough?” she asked. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a camping knife. “No, wait. Please. No!”
But he grabbed her shirt instead and began cutting it from the collar down one sleeve until it fell open on her left side. He did the same on the other side and pulled the ruined garment away.
“No, please. Don’t,” she sobbed as he cut away her bra and tossed it aside with her shirt. He completely ignored her.
“Might have avoid this if you hadn’t kicked me,” he said after unbuckling her pants as he began cutting them. It took some work, but he managed to cut down both legs and pull them away. He paused to remove her boots and socks. Now she had only her panties on, and she knew she’d lose them sooner or later. It turned out to be sooner. He quickly and easily sliced through them and pulled them away.
“There, that’s better,” he said. “I always say women who get too big for their britches should be allowed to wear any.”
“You’re going to jail, you know that?” Annie spat.
“No, I don’t think so. Not many rapes lead to jail time these days.”
“I’m a police officer of the law goddammit!”
“I don’t really give a shit. You gave me grief, now I’m giving you grief. You tried to steal a thousand dollars from me. I’d say you owe me a thousand bucks in services. And lady, you’re pretty hot but you’re no thousand dollar a pop high class call-girl.”
Annie nearly roared in rage, pulling at her cuffs and bonds. This was impossible. She didn’t want it. She didn’t want to be part of the perverted rape craze that was claiming so many victims. Not that she had much choice. Or any choice.
The man calmly sat back down and attended to the bacon he was cooking. He didn’t even look at Annie while he took it off the fire and ate it. He set the pan aside and stood up. Then he walked off, back towards the road. “Hey! Don’t you leave me here!” Annie shouted at him.
“Oh, shut up already,” he replied, sounding bored. He was soon out of sight. Annie groaned in rage and humiliation. How could she have let a suspect overpower her? She would never live it down. And if he raped her? She shuddered to think about it.
He returned twenty minutes later. “Good. Now that your car won’t attract attention we can start having some fun.”
“No!” she yelled as he knelt down in front of her naked, helpless body. “Aghh! Don’t you dare you asshole!” He was touching her breasts, gripping them and rubbing her nipples. She tried to turn away, but she had very little room to move. And when he started fingering her pussy, she was utterly helpless to prevent it. She just sat there, fuming and shaking in shame.
“Huh huh. What’s this?” he asked, pulling his finger out of her and looking closely. She knew what it was. Her wetness. Totally involuntary, completely unwanted. But still. Her face was, she was sure, beet red at the revelation. “Weh-ell, aren’t you the horny little girl cop. Can’t wait for a big bad rapist to come along and stick it in you.”
“I don’t want you to stick anything in me! Got it? Don’t you dare touch my body!” He just shook his head. He grabbed one of her nipples and began turning it.
“Tittie twister time,” he said. Annie gaped at him, shocked that he would manhandle her body in such a demeaning manner. The pain in her nipple grew, but it was nothing like the emotional shock of having her breasts treated as mere toys. They were part of her body, not playthings! But despite her attempts to pull away, he didn’t seem to notice the difference. He slowly rotated her little nub. Annie’s breasts were rather large. Her hours in the gym to maintain her athletic physique hadn’t shrunk them one bit. It meant, of course, that he had plenty of soft leeway to twist her nipple nearly a full rotation. She just groaned under the assault. He finally let go. “Okay, that was worth a dollar. Just nine hundred ninety nine to go.”
Though she was sputtering in rage, Annie was powerless to stop him. First he got undressed himself, revealing a largish cock that was already rising up for her. Then, limb by limb, he began repositioning Annie. First he lifted her legs up, tying them to other tree branches rather than just around the trunks. She hung awkwardly as he did so, her shoulders straining under the stress. Her legs were spread even wider than before. Putting ropes on her wrists first, he uncuffed her hands and re-tied them. Instead of having her hands behind her back and wrapped around the tree trunk, they were over her head, around the trunk, with the rope looped over a branch behind her. His estimates of the lengths of rope he needed were spot-on. She hung entirely off the ground, her legs splayed out wide, and her crotch hanging open at his standing crotch height. He could rape her just by stepping forward and helping himself to her charms. Her head rested against the tree so she would watch everything without having to tire her neck muscles.
Annie’s mind spun at the degradation of it all. She wanted to strangle the man with her bare hands. Here she was, a so-far respected member of the High Peaks law enforcement bureau, strung up for rape by some transient hiker. And there wasn’t a damn thing she could do to stop him or to make her pussy stop watering.
But he didn’t rape her right away. Rather, he began slapping her cunt lightly. Annie endured the latest humiliation with an attempt at grace, but he continued slapping her harder, using both hands, and making a rhythm out of it. He even began humming a bit. After a couple minutes he began adding her large, hanging tits to the drum solo. Annie could only look down, seeing her own body being slapped in time to music that only the man could hear. It wasn’t even particularly painful, which made it all the more humiliating. She retained the lucidity to think about every single humiliating act the man did to her. How could she ever explain this to anyone? How could she ever file a rape report where she told the investigator that her rapist slapped her twat and tits to the rhythm of In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida?
He stopped. “Something’s wrong here,” he said. “Tell you what, officer Annie, if you can tell me what it is, I’ll credit you one hundred dollars and I won’t fix it. But you only get two guesses.”
“Fuck you!” she spat. Her face was red and her eyes puffy from trying not to cry.
“Nope. One guess remaining.”
Annie paused in her rage. She didn’t want to validate his actions, but it was clear that he was going to do what he wanted anyway. If she could reduce his planned actions by guessing… “You don’t have a condom?” she asked.
He laughed at that. “No, but at least you’re trying. No, the problem is you’ve got too much pussy hair. I’ve got to get rid of it.”
“What? No!” she cried. He went to his backpack and pulled out a razor. He took his canteen and splashed some water on her crotch. He didn’t appear to want to use any shaving cream. Annie couldn’t stop him nor could she not watch as he slid the blade down over her cunt, slicing away her hairs. It was rough, and he didn’t even splash more water on her as he went along. He slid the blade roughly over her most tender of flesh. She winced a few times as the soft skin nicked. Still, it took him little time to shave her snatch smooth and bald. He put the razor away and returned with a bottle.
“I usually save this for a special occasion,” he said, splashing the after-shave onto her cunt. Annie jerked and screamed as the alcohol soaked into the tiny nicks on her shiny new twat. He put the bottle away. “Nothing more special than making love to officer Annie,” he said. Then he began slapping her again. His hands made a much sharper sound striking her bare skin. He even slapped her harder. Annie could only hang there, her shameful shock at her mistreatment allowing her no dignity. And when her own wetness contributed to the slap-fest with audible splashing it was too much. She began to cry.
He stopped slapping her. He cock was standing up at attention. Now he stepped one step forward and casually slid his prick into her sopping wet snatch. She felt him part her and could do nothing. Physically it felt good, but it was the last thing she wanted. He began thrusting and Annie went wild at the sensation. She was crying, gasping, cursing and struggling all at once. “You fucking asshole!” she sobbed. “You goddamn fucking pervert!” He just played with her tits while continuing to rape her. His slides were calm and controlled. Annie’s response was wild and sporadic. Her breathing grew rough and ragged as she realized to her immeasurable shame and horror that she was going to cum. She was going to be forced to cum for her rapist. She couldn’t even hide it, telegraphing her growing rapture with little cries. She finally felt her insides rupture, and her cunt spasms exploded in a monster orgasm. She cried out. The man just picked up his pace, ramming her much harder and faster. The added sensation just added to her cumming, and was painful to experience. It lasted more than forty seconds that way before she felt his cum flooding her insides. He gave one final thrust and held it there, emptying into her. A bit later he pulled out entirely, leaving Annie quivering in the aftershocks of her degrading, unwanted, but overpowering orgasm. He walked around to her head and leaned down to kiss her lips. “That’s good for seventy four bucks, babe. Well done.”
It was too much. She burst into tears again, her whole body shaking from the emotional trauma. “I hate you. I hate you,” she sobbed again and again. The man ignored her as he packed up his gear in the overstuffed pack.
“Well, it’s getting late and I’ve got a lot of ground I want to cover today,” he said.
“You’re not leaving me here like this! Are you?”
“No, of course not. Fact is, officer Annie, you’re coming with me.”
She couldn’t believe it. But believe it she did as he expertly lowered her to the ground, never giving her a chance to move freely. He had her hands cuffed behind her back once more. He packed up her clothes. Worst of all was that when everything was ready he hoisted the heavy backpack onto her shoulders, strapped it in place, and made her carry it as they began walking. He had a rope tied around her neck that he used to guide her as they walked along. The forest ground was more or less soft from the fallen leaves and other coverings, but her bare feet were unaccustomed to it, especially with the added weight of her captor’s pack. But he seemed in no hurry to rush her. Though she was soon dripping with sweat, they made a modest but steady pace deeper and deeper into the mountains.
They did finally stop for a late lunch, though he gave her only half a sandwich. He bent her over a log and raped her doggie style after eating. Annie grew hot and bothered, but he was much quicker this time and finished with a grunt before she was able to cum. It was worth fifty bucks, he told her. As he strapped the backpack onto her once more she was horrified to find that she’d wanted to cum. She told herself it was only because if she had to suffer, she could at least get some kind of pleasure. She developed chills when she realized as they began walking that she’d essentially paraphrased the old line, “If rape is inevitable, you may as well lie back and enjoy it,” and she had meant it. If he noticed, he gave no indication.
It was a thoroughly demoralized Annie that trekked through the woods, naked, hauling a heavy pack for her rapist. As a law officer she knew how many rapes had been going on across the country for some time. She could be reasonably sure of two things. She would not be harmed, and she would be humiliatingly mistreated for hours, days, or longer. Three things. He probably would never be caught, and she would have to live with what he did to her with no hope of payback. Ever.
It was a thoroughly tired Annie that finally was allowed to sit down an rest when they stopped for the evening. It was still light out, but past six. Annie had some idea of where they were. They’d been hiking more or less down the mountains, but were currently quite far from any towns or roads. Her chances of rescue were remote. She had no chance to help herself out either. The man secured her by looping a rope around her neck and tying it to a tree branch. She could stand, but with her hands cuffed behind her back she had no way of releasing herself. She was effectively tethered there while he set up the camp. Tethered and forced to await what he would surely do to her.
He didn’t speak to her the whole time he set up his tiny tent and began a cooking fire. “Damn it, you’re not supposed to have an open fire!” she finally blurted out. He shook his head and smiled.
“That’s what you break your silence for? To repeat the same old silliness? Do you want to try to give me another large fine?”
Annie paused. She forced herself to shake her head. “No,” she replied. She didn’t want another thousand dollars added to her own “debt” to him.
“Oh, good. I’m glad you see reason. For that, I’ll knock fifty off your total. You owe me eight hundred now.” She nearly opened her mouth to correct his math, but thought better of it and remained silent.
He cooked a supper of hamburgers, finishing off his supply. She was relieved that he made one for her, as she was nearly starving. He made her eat it standing where she was, away from the fire, still tethered. She continued standing there as he pulled out the police scanner. Finally! She could hear what was happening in the search to find her. Unfortunately, he sat down some distance away from her and turned it on very low. She couldn’t hear a thing.
“Hey!” she called to him. “I need to use the bathroom.”
“Go in the woods,” he told her.
“Well can you let me off here?”
“Officer Annie, you’re in the woods now. If you need to piss, do it.” She stood there, mortified. She couldn’t even squat down as she’d managed to do, outside of his sight, during lunch. She didn’t know if she could in front of him, though he was sitting some ways away. But she was learning that she’d have to do a lot of degrading things if she wanted to get through her ordeal. She lifted one legs as well as she could and tried not to dribble too much urine down the side of her other legs. It was not entirely successful.
She stood there for quite a while longer, wondering when he would do anything. He was just listening to the radio. But he was so far away, so perhaps he didn’t hear the sound of hikers nearby that she heard. Yes, there were definitely footsteps. And faint voices. She didn’t hesitate a moment longer. She screamed for all she was worth. “Help me!” she shrieked, putting all her strength into her voice. “Help me please! Help me! Please!”
The man was up like a shot, dropping the radio and running to her. He quickly and roughly clamped his hand over her mouth. She tried to scream through it until he pinched her nose shut as well. At once her air ran out. She jerked and struggled, but couldn’t open an airway to her lungs. They burned. But the voices – there were at least two of them – were rushing towards her now. They were close. Very close.
“Son of a whore!” the man snarled and took off in the other direction. He didn’t stop for anything in the camp. Annie was left standing, naked, humiliated, and alone, but with rescue in sight. Ten seconds after he was out of sight, her two rescuers burst into view. They were both men, and they quickly gawked at her naked, tied body.
“Thank you!” she cried. “A man was here! He kidnapped me! I’m a law officer. Please, just get me down from here.”
“Yeah, of course,” one of them said. He took out a pocketknife and began sawing at the rope above her neck. The other man went to the pack and gear the man had left behind. He peered through it all intently, and picked up the ivory handled hatchet.
“Hey Tom, look familiar?” he asked, holding it up for the man who’d just freed her to sit down.
“No shit,” her rescuer, Tom, replied. He looked around and then shouted. “Hey Jake! Jake! Get your ass back here! It’s Tom and Rick!”
“What?” Annie said, dimly. Had she heard correctly? She was suddenly aware again of how naked she was, aside from the handcuffs she still wore. She started to stand up, but Tom put his firm hand on her shoulder. A moment later her captor, Jake, re-appeared.
“Jesus Fucking H. Christ!” he said, visibly relieved. “You bastards scared the shit out of me!”
“Who’s the babe?” Rick asked, motioning to Annie. Jake strode rapidly over to her and grabbed the remaining rope around her neck, yanking her to her feet and mauling her left tit with his free hand. She cringed and cried out.
“This is officer Annie,” he snarled. “She’s our toy for the evening. Aren’t you, bitch?”
“Fuck you!” she screamed, trying again to pull away. He just squeezed harder, digging his nails into her tender tit flesh. She felt to her knees in pain. He kept squeezing and twisting. “Yes!” she finally sobbed. “Yes, I’m your toy. Please, stop hurting me. Please oh please!”
“Well guys, you heard the lady,” Jake said. They circled around her, and the fun began.
