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[B][I]A very short Story[/B][/I]~The Thrill of being Molested/Raped !!!

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Her 20th birthday had just passed so she this was the trip she'd planned with her best friend in order to get out of town for a weekend. She and Jenny had decided to hike the Appalachian Trail they had talked about for months and it was a perfect way to clear her head and get some fresh air.

She had broken up with Dean almost 7 months ago and hadn't even so much as dated anyone since. This was a much needed break to finally get him out of her system so she could move on.

Jenny's dad, uncle, and grandfather were also camping up on the trail so they'd arranged to camp out at their site for the night. The men in Jenny's family had been up here for the last 5 years in a row, so they would all be at Hawk's Peak once they got there around dusk. They only had another half mile or so to go according to their trusty map.




"Jeez, a hot shower would be REALLY nice right now", Drew commented as she folded the map and put it carefully back into her backpack.

"Well it just so happens that there's a hot spring close to the campsite, so you're in luck. The one thing I insisted on when I finally gave in and told my dad we had meet up with them," Jenny laughed as she tossed her the water bottle.

"Yeah men always somehow get their way, don't they?" She was half kidding but realized she probably sounded more bitter than she had intended.

"You still missing Dean?" Jenny asked instinctively, raising an eyebrow.

"Not really. I'm happy to be rid of the extra laundry, the constant dirty dishes, the incessant dirty boots...." she trailed off before sighing heavily. "But damn do I miss the sex!"

They both broke into laughter. "That good??" Jenny asked, nudging her.

"Well it wasn't exactly all fireworks and trumpets but I haven't slept with anybody for over 9 months now! I had stopped giving it to him even before we broke up because I found out he'd been screwing that slutty little waitress."

"Don't worry, I'm confident that you'll be right back in the saddle soon. Hot little thing like you? You won't stay on the market long. You'll be getting the fuck of your life before you know it," Jenny smacked her lightly on the arm to cheer her up. She always put a positive spin on everything.

They sidled up to the campsite just in time to smell the fish frying on the fire. Drew's stomach growled, clueing her in to the fact that she hadn't eaten anything since the brunch they'd had mid-morning. As they approached, what looked to be the younger man in the group called out to Jenny.



"There's my girl!" he smiled as he held out his arms and walked out to meet them. Assumingly Jenny's father, he had the same piercing blue eyes, only with a few wrinkles around them and some gray on his temples. He looked to be somewhere in his 40's but a nice looking man for his age.

What Drew assumed to be Jenny's uncle, followed and hugged Jenny first, then extended his hand to Drew."You must be Drew! We've heard so much about you since Jenny moved up to the Research Park area. It's great to finally meet you. You guys must be exhausted, so come and put down your things, dinner is almost ready."

The men in her family all bore a striking resemblance to each other. Her uncle looked to be a few years older than Jenny's dad and then their father, somewhere in his mid 60's, although he looked fit and healthy. He looked rugged so she imagined that he must have been an outdoorsman all his life. Probably introduced his sons to his passion for camping early on.

After dinner, they had cleaned up the dishes and were now gathered around the fire. They had chatted a bit and were now relaxed and enjoying the quiet of the woods around them. Her uncle had passed around a bottle of bourbon and Drew had taken a few more shots than she had intended, making her extremely relaxed and she realized she have had a bit too much.

"So, Drew...what's a pretty girl like you doing hanging out with my niece?" Jenny's uncle asked, smiling his rugged but even grin. Jenny punched him on the arm as he laughed and pulled her into a mock headlock. She laughed and yawned inadvertently, not wanting to seem rude, but the weariness of the hike catching up to her.




Jenny's grandfather spoke. "Uh oh, looks like somebody's tired." He looked at his watch and raised his eyebrows, "Hmm, later than I thought. It's almost midnight. Think I'm going to turn in too." As he rose, both Jenny's father and uncle yawned almost simultaneously as they gathered their things from around the fire and headed towards their tents. "By the way, Jenny, we pitched a sleeping tent for you over next to the hot springs since you're a light sleeper and your dad snores."

Jenny laughed and rolled her eyes, "Guess things never change!"

Her grandfather pointed to another one man tent that was in somewhat of a private corner of the campsite. "Drew, that one is all yours. Best spot in the place!" He smiled as he turned to retire to his tent, calling out, "See you girls in the morning!"

Jenny's uncle and father also said their good nights and retreated to their tents, leaving Drew and Jenny yawning and stretching. Jenny spoke in between several consecutive yawns, "Well, the hot springs are all yours, girl, I'm glad I got in earlier since my eyelids feel like lead right now. I'll see you in the morning," she slurred as she sauntered off towards her tent. Drew smiled since she recognized that she must have had way too much bourbon as well.

Drew gathered her towel from her backpack and headed off to the hot springs. The hot water almost brought a chill to her body when she stepped in. She lathered and bathed quickly since she was tired, but felt a familiar tingle in her groin that was enhanced by the hot water surrounding her breasts and thighs. Not wanting to allow things to progress, she stepped out and only toweled off enough to quickly put on the loose fitting flannel shirt she had brought.

As she headed towards her own tent at the corner of the website, she couldn't remember who was sleeping in which tent, but heard light snoring coming from some of them. She laughed to herself as she realized that Jenny's tent was also emitting the same sounds. As she stepped into her tent, she dropped her backpack into an empty corner away from the small battery powered lantern that had been placed there sometime earlier. She thought about Jenny's dad, uncle, and grandfather and appreciated that they had been considerate enough to have pitched tents for them prior to their arrival.

She dug lightly into the backpack for the panties she had packed but after realising she have to remove and repack everything, she quickly made the decision to forego that task for the morning. She hadn't had a lot of bourbon, but enough to be pushing her more quicky into slumber.

As she arranged the pillows and bedding, she spied the corner of a magazine peeking out from a corner of the pillow. Pulling the magazine from its partial hiding place, she recognized a scantily clad, large breasted woman being ogled by a bearded man on the cover. "What the...." she mumbled to herself as she gazed at it. Had Jenny's dad or uncle left it by mistake while they were making the tent? She shrugged as she tossed it to the side as she crawled under the thin blanket and prepared to go to sleep.

Reaching to turn out the light, she glanced at the magazine again. Should she hide it and pretend she hadn't seen it? She felt the familiar tingle again. She pulled the magazine to her and slowly turned the page. Inside, there were detailed and close up pictures arranged in almost a storybook format. A young girl that looked to be about her age was in a dentist's office. The dentist looked to be in his late 50's but handsome. The photos in the story had the girl being given some sort of laughing gas and the older dentist had begun to unbutton her clothes and remove her panties.

As she turned the pages, she began to feel a dampness seep between her thighs as the photos soon progressed to the dentist spreading the girl's legs and starting to fondle and finger her in that vulnerable state. The colour photos showed close up views of the girl's wet and swollen vulva and his fingers easily penetrating her, her thighs spread wide over the dentist chair. The graying man was peering over his glasses and his eyes were glazed as his digits, now soaked with the girl's juices, rolled over her entire twat, spreading and massaging the pink outer flesh and the darker areas within.

She began to turn the pages at a faster pace and slowly licked her lips as the close up photos continued the dentist's fondling of his unsuspecting patient to later pages of him dropping his pants to reveal his huge swollen purple head and thick veiny shaft. 'It must be at least 8 inches,' she marveled. The older doctor had climbed onto the chair after tilting it all the way back and was rubbing his angry bulbous mushroom head into the girl's wet, open cunt and there would be no resistance...nothing or no one to keep it from slipping between those gaping lips that were dripping from his fingering her even in her subconsciousness. While the cock was huge and would no doubt be a monster to take inside, Drew could tell that the girl's position, relaxed state, and ample wetness would allow him to slide right into her waiting pussy - after that monstrous head had made it past the entrance of course.

Drew realized she was breathing heavily and her thighs were soaked. She slammed the magazine closed and shoved it underneath her backpack before seeing the final pages. She was torturing herself and the last thing she wanted was to be touching herself here at her best friend's family's camping site. Turning off the lantern, she turned over and squeezed her eyes closed, angry for having allowed herself to open that damned magazine.