Trespassing Track Star

When Sarah had told her friends and family that she was planning on taking a solo trip out into the wilderness in order to focus on training for cross country and to "clear her head", they all told the university sophomore girl that she was crazy. Most didn't believe she was going to go through with it. Most were shocked when she told them that she would be unavailable for a week in the middle of Summer.

Sarah didn't tell anyone that she had booked a remote cabin in Monongahela National Forest. Sarah had just gotten out of a long relationship and as a sophomore runner on the West Virginia University's cross-country team, she only wanted to focus on getting faster. She was the second fastest runner on the team. She wanted to be the fastest.

The nineteen-year-old's training plan was simple. From her cabin in the middle of the forest, she would run to the different surrounding peaks, or knobs. She had ordered prep meals from a local service to be delivered the day she arrived at the cabin.

Three days into her solo training trip, Wednesday, Sarah was feeling better. She was feeling focused and determined to push her limits. She had successfully made her way to Bald Knob as well as Ward and Snyder, making good time with each peak. She planned on making her way to Crouch knob after her rest day.

Unfortunately, what Sarah had not realized three days into her trip was that the trail system she ran from her cabin out north towards the peaks in the north, took her into private property. The property was about 200 acres and the trail that Sarah had been running crossed into it for about 3 miles. The property was owned by Bob Thorton, a down on his luck middle aged red neck.

More unfortunate for Sarah was that at the end of a sharp curve of the trail, about 10 meters into the tree line, Bob and his friends, Tom and John, had set up a trail camera, the Spypoint Force-4K. The long-range motion sensing Spypoint Force-4K captured Sarah running towards the camera, down the 400-meter straightaway on the trail before the turn in crystal clear and smooth 4K at 60 frames per second video resolution. It also filmed her running away from the camera as she ran past the trailcam on her return run to her cabin.

It was surreal to the three men when they watched the playback of their Spypoint Force-4K the first time they had been alerted its motion detection sensors had gone off. They had been hoping to see a big buck, a bobcat, or even a big turkey, but what they saw interested them much more. They watched in awe as the beautiful, petite girl of Mediterranean descent ran towards the camera. They gawked and lusted hard at the sight of the girl in her tight red sports bra and tight black compression shorts that barely covered her tight round ass.

The following day, Tuesday, they set up a hunting blind along the trail and waited for her to pass by and watched in real time with powerful binoculars and rangefinders when she did, this time dressed in a more modest running tank-top and blue leggings. Their lust for the runner girl grew even more. After they watched her run by once more on her run home from where she ran off too, the three men discussed how hot and sexy she was, how pretty her face was, how they liked how she put her dark brown shoulder-length hair in a ponytail, how her tan skin was the perfect light caramel tone, how perfect her petite lithe body was as it ran. They commented amongst each other how even though she was a runner she didn't have flat ass but a perfectly tight round one, and how perfect her perky B-cup tits were. By the time set that Tuesday evening, the three men had resolved to make the runner theirs. They rationalized that they were going to punish the girl for consistently trespassing through their property.

The men spent the early morning Wednesday laying down more sensors and cameras as well as multiple traps for the runner. Luckily for Sarah, Wednesday was her planned rest day. The men were disappointed when the girl did not come running into their trap, but they were undeterred. It was unlucky for Sarah that Bob, Tom, and John were very patient and were a special kind of redneck. The misogynistic, resentful, and perverted kind. If Sarah hadn't come running down the trapped trail by the end of the day Thursday, Tom was fully intent on tracking the girl back to where she was staying.

Early Thursday morning, Sarah had chosen to wear an orange sports bra paired with black leggings that went down to her ankles. There wasn't any rhyme or reason to why she chose that out other than it was the next outfit up in her suitcase, though for the men, the bright orange sports bra allowed them to spot their unsuspecting victim coming from almost a mile away. The men were thrilled when they saw her coming from their hunting blind.

"What the fuck!" Sarah shouted as she triggered the trap. It was a simple weight-triggered net trap that was anchored by a large tree and covered by a layer of dirt and leaves. The net snapped close and lifted quickly into the air, forcing Sarah to almost ball-up as she was carried upward in the net. "Oww! Hey! Somebody help me!" Sarah shouts. The net was so tight that the girl could barely move in it.

Sarah had not suspected a thing upon running down the 400 meter straight away that she had run four times before. She had felt like someone had been watching her, but she had associated that feeling with the paranoia that comes with running in a forest.

The trap had been set to trigger to the weight of a small doe, so it was guaranteed to trigger with the petite runner girl. "Auugh! HEEEELP!!!" Sarah shouted while trying to maneuver her hands together so that she could try to send an SOS with.

As planned, the men didn't respond to the girls cries for help. Instead, they enjoyed watching her struggle from afar, knowing that no one was coming. There wasn't a human soul other than the four of them in a 50-mile radius.

"Got it!" Sarah exclaimed victoriously as she successfully got her left arm to move to her right, so that she could manipulate the GPS watch on her left wrist to send out an SOS signal. "No..." She muttered in defeat as she watched the watch display that it had no connectivity to any satellite and the SOS signal failed. Her horror grew as she went through the different menus of the watch to find that she had no connectivity to anything whatsoever. As noted, these three men were the special kind of redneck. The anti-government kind with the know-how on creating a multi-signal jamming device. Tom had prepared the device when he saw her wearing a smartwatch in the first trailcam recording.

After about an hour of watching and when the girl's struggling in the net finally died down, the men finally decided to walk out from the hunting blind to introduce themselves to the runner girl they admired so much.

"Oh my god! People! Thank god! Please get me down from here" Sarah cried out, hearing the men talking to each other as they came out of the tree lines. When she finally saw the men, the three middle-aged, bigger, men, she felt a chill run down her spine.

'Oh no...T-this can't be happening...' Sarah thought to herself as she helplessly spun around in the net.

"P-please... I'm sorry if I ruined your trap for some animal, but please let me out..." Sarah said, her voice starting to tremble as the men got closer and closer to her. They mostly ignored the poor girl caught like an animal, instead they joked with one another.

"Well, well, well boys, what kind of creature do you think we caught ourselves today?" Bob asked his two friends, pretending somewhat to be surprised that their trap had caught a young woman.

"Hah! Well Bob, it looks like we got ourselves a pretty little thing." Tom said.

'Oh god... I hate it... Someone please... Anyone save me...' Sarah lamented in her head about her predicament. She knew she was utterly helpless, caught in the net, slowly spinning around, her head now at the same level as the men's crotch.

"You're right on that Tom, she is pretty. A pretty little trespasser." John added to the conversation. His voice was colder than the other two men, as if he was actually upset that the girl had been trespassing in his friend's yard.

"Please... I'm sorry that I trespassed on your property. I didn't know. I swear!" Sarah attempted to plead with the men, as she spun helpless in the net for the men to feast upon with their eyes, her legging covered ass sticking up.

"Bullshit you didn't know. We got signs posted all over the place." John shot back. The aggression in his voice shot a pang of fear into the girl. She remembered seeing overgrown private property signs, but she had assumed that they were defunct or at the very least, unenforced.

"Excuse my friend here," Bob interjected, "But he is right...Little sluts always think you can get away with breaking the rules without any consequence. This here is my property, and I put up enough signs to properly mark it... And we've seen you run through it at least four times now... And by law, that's trespassing."

'Gross...' Sarah shivered at the thought of the three men just watching her as she ran.

"Then take me to a police station and we'll sort this out. I'll pay whatever fee I owe. I promise!" Sarah said, almost as if she demanded.

"Don't have to bother with that girly when we got the sheriff right here." Bob said before grabbing Sarah's ass and spinning her so that she was face to crotch with Tom's crotch. Sarah's heart sank when she saw the badge on his belt, along with the handgun holstered to the right of it.

"Bob's right miss. I'm here the county sheriff, and I have the right to declare punishments relative to property related crime." Tom lied about the extent of his authority, but he wasn't lying about being the county sheriff. It wasn't hard being a corrupt county sheriff to a county of about two hundred people.

'There's no way...' Sarah thought to herself, feeling her heart sinking as fear creeped over her.

"Let's hear your plea now." Tom said, even pulling a notebook out of his back pocket. Bob gave a chuckle at the performance.

"Please, sir... I was just following a trail... I run cross country and track for university...I rented a cabin so I could train..." Sarah tried to explain her situation, but the fear and anxiety about what was happening made her just kind of stutter about.

"WVU?" Tom asked, interrupting the girl.

"Yes... I'm a sophomore..." Sarah answered, mostly out of fear. Though she did feel increasingly humiliated as she spoke almost into the apparent sheriff's crotch and watched as his cock got harder and harder through the slacks he was wearing.

"Hmm, interesting..." Tom said while thinking what a jackpot he and his friends had just scored. A sexy little coed from the uppity West Virginia University, fresh to be broken in. "What's your name miss?" Tom asked, while writing his own names for the girl in his notebook. Names like 'Fucktoy', 'Cum-Slut', or 'Rapebait'.

"S-sarah..."

"Just Sarah?"

"Sarah Smith..." She lied, though she felt as if she had already said enough.

"So... Sarah 'Smith', you rented a cabin out in Monongahela National Forest so you could train, and you happen to trespass on Mr. Thorton's property at least four times..." Tom recapped what she had told him, "I'm sorry Miss, but that is a crime...Four of them... So, it is to my regret that you are hereby sentenced to be Mr. Thorton's personal fucktoy for however long he sees fit." Tom gave his sentence.

Bob and even John erupted into laughter at how serious Tom had appeared in his little performance.

"You c-can't be serious!" Sarah protested and began to struggle in the net binding her together, "You're all creeps and you better let me go!" she demanded.

"Or what?" Bob asked, "We're about to smash your little watch and you didn't have a phone on you. No identification either... Not the brightest student, are you?"

Sarah could feel despair overwhelm her from that question and comment from Bob because she didn't have a coherent or realistic answer.

Bob spun the girl back around, so she faced his crotch.

"Ohmygod..." She said to herself as Bob's rock hard 10-inch cock came into her view. "P-please put that away..." She begged

'T-this can't be happening...' Sarah thought to herself

"Now, be a good girl and do as the sheriff told you. Be a good little fucktoy and maybe I'll keep your sentence short." Bob said as he stepped up closer to the girl with his right hand holding his cock while reaching out with his left to grope her tit.

"Nyah! No... Y-you can't do this! You can't! You won't get away with this!" Sarah started to protest, she was going to protest more but instead she yelped in pain, "OW! OUCH! OH-OW!"

John had delivered three swift and painful spanks to Sarah's ass. Despite being covered in the spandex of her leggings still, each spank still stung hard. John's hand rested on her ass, squeezing it firmly.

"Augh! Noo! T-this can't be happening! P-please! Please! Don't do this!" Sarah continued to protest and beg.

"Shhh...shhh..shhh" Bob hushed the girl, moving his left hand from groping her tit over to hush her mouth. It worked for the most part, the girl's protesting turned to hushed whimpers. "Listen here you little slut." Bob began to explain, his voice low and gruff with a little anger, "No one made you run on that trail. No one made you ignore my signs. You broke the law, and it so happened here, these are the consequences. So, we can make this nice and easy, or we can make this rough and hard..."

"Ha, the slut probably would like that." Tom chimed in. John snickered but Bob mostly ignored him. Bob was focused on the girl's whose face was level with and forced to stare at his fat cock in his hand.

"What do ya say, Sarah? You lick my cock all nice right now, and we'll see what we can do..."

The girl whimpered.

'It's the only way... I have to make this bastard happy, or he'll hurt me or worse...' Sarah thought to herself, rationalizing her decision to actually stick her tongue out to lick the fat middle-aged man's cock.

"Honey, you got three seconds to stick your little tongue out before I let John here make your ass redder than the side of his barn." Bob threatened and then moved his cock closer to the girl's mouth.

Sarah could feel tears form in her eyes as she stared at the gross fat 10-inch cock that was only about two inches away from her face. The cock appeared girthier than anything she had ever sucked, and the worst part about it, it smelled.

"One." Bob counted. That was all he needed to count to.

"Aah..." Sarah began to stick her tongue out, closing her eyes in shame and humiliation. "Aaaa-aah.." She whimpered when her tongue finally touched the tip of Bob's cock. She could feel it throb just from the feeling of her soft tongue licking the tip of his cock.

"Oh fuck..." Bob grunted, he was not ready for how good her tongue was going to feel, having not felt the touch of a woman for some time. Bob then moved his cock across her tongue so that it slid down his shaft, eventually smushing her face against his thick, unkempt pubes.

'Disgusting...' Sarah thought to herself in disgust. She wanted to puke.

"Aargh.." She whined, holding back the urge to puke as Bob continued to force her to lick his cock, from the tip down his base. She knew the perverted man enjoyed the way she gagged every time he shoved her face into his pubes.

"Yeah, lick it up like a fat lollipop you little slut!" Bob groaned as he continued to run his cock all along Sarah's tongue. Bob could barely hold back from cumming then and there, his cock throbbed hard every time her soft tongue travelled from the tip of his cock to down his shaft.

"Aagh!" Sarah gagged as she got a little of the redneck's pubes into her mouth. The two of his friends laughed at the sight of the petite runner girl caught in in a net, forced to lick their friend's cock.

"Fuck..." Bob muttered, unable to hold back the urge to cum any longer, "You hungry for a snack my little track star?" he teased, holding the tip of his cock inside the girl's reluctantly opened mouth.

"Naaa-paahhhseee" She attempted to beg and plead for the man not to cum in her mouth, but with the tip of his cock in her mouth and her inability to bite his cock due to fear, she knew it was futile.

'Ohgod...this is digusting...' Sarah thought to herself as she could taste the man's potent pre-cum begin to leak from his cock in her mouth.

"Here I cum bitch!" Bob groaned as he moved both hands to the back of the girl's head and pushed his cock deeper into her mouth as it throbbed hard, quickly filling the poor girl's throat and mouth.

"Aaahgrh-aargh-aahh!" Sarah coughed and gagged from the intense potent thick cum that filled her throat and mouth, she could feel it dripping out of her mouth from around the cock that continued to pulsate and fill her mouth even more.

"Well shucks, you're wasting all my good seed bitch!" Bob said angrily, shoving his cock deeper down the girl's throat.

Sarah gagged even harder, her body writhing in the net she was caught in.

"Good. Choke on it bitch. Maybe this will make ya think twice before trespassing dressed like a little slut!" Bob said with the authority of someone who actually believed he was morally right in forcing the girl to eat his thick cum and suck his cock.

"Aaargh-!" Sarah choked as Bob forced his thick meaty cock deep down her throat until nose pressed against his pubes, forcing the poor girl to drain his cock of all the cum he had saved up since planning to rape her. The poor girl continued to choke and gag until the sadistic landowner slowly pulled his cock out then proceeded to slap the girl's face with his cum and saliva covered cock.

"Mmmm... You love it, don't cha? My fat cock all over your face..." Bob teased. His friends watched in awe as their friend cock slapped the beautiful girl, Tom was eager to stuff all her tight little holes while John was eager to make her scream...

"Aaaaah...aaahh...aahhh.. Ow..oh...s-stop...p-please...n-no more..." Sarah pitifully begged, helpless to stop the man from slapping and rubbing his cock all over her face. The man's cum was still dripping out of her mouth and down from her face.

"You haven't thanked me yet." Bob stated coldly, resting the tip of his cock against the girl's soft lips.

"W-what?" she asked nervously.

"For the snack I just gave you." Bob answered

"Oh... uh... T-thank you..." Sarah answered sheepishly, wanting nothing more than to be home.

"See, Sarah, and that's why I can't let you go yet..." Bob said. Sarah felt her heart sink.

"W-what?! W-why! I did w-what you asked!" Sarah replied with a mix of fear and anger in her voice.

"And I said that we'll see..." Bob began while his friends moved to lower the net down, "And I meant that we'll see if I think you've been a good enough little fucktoy."

Sarah didn't say anything back as she felt her stomach turn. She had realized that the only man near her at the moment was Bob since Tom and John had walked away to undo the trap's anchor off from the tree.

'This is it..' Sarah thought to herself as she felt herself being lowered from the ground. She could see the net giving slack and started to unfurl open as her ass touched the ground. 'Just a little closer...'

The rednecks had a good idea what the girl was about to do. They were counting on it. Hoping for her to do it. All so they had an excuse to really punish her.

'Now!' Sarah felt a jolt of energy fueled by fear and desperation rush through her body as the net unfurled completely.

"W-what the fuck!" Bob managed to say, stunned at the sight of the girl bursting away in a full sprint.

"Shit she's fast!" Tom commented,

"Well fuck," John added.

Sarah was fast. She ran for her university's division 1 cross country team in the fall as well as track in the spring. She was much faster than her unfit, much older, redneck kidnappers.