This is the story of how dangerous it is meeting people you only know through contact on the internet. You will hear how I meet Robin and he takes me deep into the forest to meet his merry men, where because I was not a willing participant, they made Marion.
I get myself dressed in a sensible long burgundy skirt, and a black jumper with a vee neck that showed off just a little cleavage. The last thing I want to do is to look tarty or cheap. One last look in the mirror. Yes I'll do. My brother was sat in the lounge of the mobile home we shared and as I came out,
"Not bad for a big sis. Are you sure you don't want me to come with you?"
"No thanks. I'm sure I'll be ok. I'm a big girl now."
I pat my cat on the head.
As I leave our drive through the big iron gates, I wonder what this man will be like.
I'm a school teacher, and I look after twenty-eight small children in a little school. As my little red Corsa makes its way through the windy roads of the Mendips, I begin to question my decision to meet this man on my own. He was a guy I'd met on the internet, a couple of years younger than me, but we'd hit it off talking on MSN. I was nervous; of course I always was when I met someone for the first time, especially alone. But he gave me all the signs of being genuine and we were meeting in a pub. So there was no real cause to be afraid.
Well too late now, here's the Black Boar, and I'm rolling into the car-park. God! That must be him; it's the only red FreeLander in the car park. He is sitting up there so high, and god is he handsome. Now he's recognised my car, and he's getting out. Now he's at floor level, he's smaller than I'd expected, which is good, as I'm not tall myself. He's only slightly built, with short hair. Well this is it, I open my door, and he is walking towards me.
"Hi. You have to be Marion. Boy this feels strange."
"Yes that's me, so I guess you're Robin. But why strange?"
"Meeting you in the flesh, well not exactly in the flesh, but face to face at last. And I was right; you do have such a pretty face."
"Ok enough with the flattery, we're not talking on MSN now."
"Sorry, but even though this is our first meeting, I feel like I know you."
"That's ok, but don't take that as a signal that you can get too familiar."
"Ok, I'll behave myself. It's obvious you're a school teacher; you know how to put someone in their place. Well can I treat you to a meal?"
"I'm not sure, but I could definitely use a drink."
We go inside and his conversation is light and frivolous, with no sense of urgency or pressure. This, and the two drinks I've just downed, give me the confidence to take this meeting to its next level. After all, I've been talking about sexual acts with this man for some weeks now, and the idea of this meeting was to satisfy my aching pussy.
"Ok you smooth talking bastard, I think you'd better get me back to your den of iniquity before I have too much to drink. More to the point I want to see if you can live up to your late night promises."
"Well if you're sure you want to go through with this, I'm ready when you are."
So minutes later, we're both in his big 4 x 4 bowling our way around the narrow country lanes. We are travelling away from my native territory, and soon I'm travelling down roads that I don't recognise. But I feel confident that he knows where he's going. Then we turn-off the tarmac roads, and start bouncing our way along a very narrow bumpy cart track.
"Where the hell do you live? In the middle of a forest?"
"Really? This isn't just a short cut to somewhere?"
"No. My house is at least five miles as the crow flies from any other building. And the tracks through this forest confuse the most ardent of walkers, with their stupid little ordnance survey maps. We get them wandering around lost all the time."
Jokingly I said,
"So I guess once you've got me to your place, there'll be no point in me trying to escape?"
"None at all. What with the marshes and quick sand around here, you'd be lucky to be alive tomorrow morning."
Well at the time I thought I was joking, but as the old saying goes, 'Many a true word spoken in jest.'
I gave a half hearted laugh.
"Ha Ha. You are joking I hope?"
"No not really. But you've no need to worry, I'll take you back as soon as I've got that little pussy of yours purring."
I blushed, but let his remark go without comment.
"Is it much further?"
"Well not in miles, but the path gets trickier ahead, so it'll take us about another ten minutes."
"Jesus! It gets worse than this?"
Just then we came to what looked like a small clearing, with two more tracks leading from it. But we took off into what looked like blind trees. There was a track, but it was so overgrown, branches lashed against the sides of his Land Rover. The ground below us was just a quagmire of muddy water.
"Ok so you were right. Don't tell me you have to use this track every day to go to work and back?"
"Don't be silly, I don't live out here. This is an old hunting lodge; I use it with some friends of mine when we go shooting."
"So why aren't we going to your house?"
"Well somehow, I don't think my wife would get on to well with you."
"WIFE? You told me you were single."
"I told you lots of things, but that doesn't mean they were true."
I instinctively reached for the door handle, but it had no effect. There must be some master control he'd switched off. But even if I'd been able to open the door and get out, how or where would I run to?
"You lied to me."
"Fucking hell, don't tell me you've been honest about everything you've told me?"
"I've never lied to you."
"So that means you're coming here to be fucked?"
I blushed again.
"So what's changed, you didn't expect me to commit to getting married to you first did you?"
"But nothing. We'll have a good time, and then I'll take you back to the pub. Where's the problem?"
I didn't reply, I just sat there feeling somehow cheated, but he was right, what difference did it make him being married? Now ahead I saw a clearing, but there were five big 4 x 4's of various makes parked around in front of a wooden lodge. The smoke was billowing from the chimney, and the lights were burning bright from all the windows.
"That's good, they've got the fire already lit for us, and it'll be nice and warm in there."
"THEY? WHO THE HELL ARE THEY? THIS ISN'T WHAT I AGREED TO."
"Don't get your knickers in a twist, nobody's gonna harm you."
We pulled to a stop, and both doors opened, he jump from his side, and I climbed down from mine. He walked around to the front, and stood holding his hand out to me. I stood there looking back at the deep rutted muddy quagmire or a track that we just arrived by. All around were marsh and scrub land, and I thought about the quicksand he mentioned. I wanted to run, but I knew it was impossible.
"Well are you going to try your luck, or are you coming in to meet my friends?"
"You're lying bastard, and I'd never have left the pub if I'd known."
"Don't get so worked up, I'm only going to make one of your fantasies come to life for you, you should be grateful."
"One of my fantasies? What do you mean?"
"Come-on inside, you don't want to spoil the surprise. Come-on we won't hurt you."
"Ok, but remember I know who you are, and I told my brother who I was meeting."
"Well you know one of my identities. But anyway, you've got nothing to worry about, you'll be back home tomorrow night, with nothing more than a sore pussy and arse, and you can get your brother to rub them both with some cream."
"Pack that in. I won't have you saying things like that."
"I've had enough of what you will or won't have; you're the one taking orders from now on. So get your fucking arse in that cabin before I get the hunting dogs out here to round you up. And if you're thinking of running, they'll have you surrounded before you get fifty yards. Now fucking move it."
The tone of his voice was intimidating, and I immediately started making my way towards him. As soon as I was near, his arm went around my shoulder, and he was calm and pleasant again.
"That's better; you know we're just going to have fun with you."
He walked me up to the big front door, and in we went.
The door opened into a large room, with a big log fire blazing away in a stone fireplace. Sat around on old armchairs and sofas were seven men. Not all young, the oldest one must have been getting on for my dads age. They all had drinks in their hands, and as the door opened, they all turned to face us.
"Ok guys, the main attraction has arrived, and I don't think she's quite as confident as she used to be on the net."
The door was shut behind me, and I was walked to the area in front of the fire place. There were various remarks being made about my personal appearance, mostly complimentary, even if crude and cheeky.
"Well Marion my little sex bomb, I hope you're on the pill."
"Look, I told you I'd only agree to sex, if you're wearing a condom."
"But as I've just told you, you're the one taking orders from now on. And if you think we're pissing around with rubber wellies (rubber hunting boots) on our dicks, then you're very much mistaken."
"But that was what we'd agreed. And it was supposed to be just us two; there was never any mention of any more men getting involved."
"You're not very bright for a school teacher, hasn't it sunk in yet? What you agreed has nothing to do with what you're gonna get. Over the past few months, we've took it in turns to talk to you on line. Sometimes on our own, sometimes, with up to five of us on line with you at the same time. So we know all your little fantasies, even the things that you are curious about, but say you're not sure you'd dare to try. Well tonight Marion, is your night, your going to try everything you've ever mentioned, and maybe a few more ideas, that you've never even heard of. So its up to you whether you resist, or go with the flow, either way, makes no difference to us. You can't escape. You can make as much noise as you want. And you haven't got a fucking clue where you are, or who you're with. So if you're stupid enough to visit a police station after we've finished with you, all you'll succeed in doing is letting a load of hairy arsed PC plods spread your legs for you, and gaup at the cum running from your cunt and arse. So my dear, are you stripping off for us? Or do we have to strip you?"
"Look Robin, I thought you were my friend."
"I'm not Robin, that was a name we made-up between all of us. And I am your friend. All I want is a friendly fuck."
"Please, I know you've got me trapped, and I was stupid to come with you, but if I go along with letting you all fuck me, will you at least wear condoms? I've got some with me, so long as you don't all want too many goes at me."
"Ok then, we're all reasonable guys. You get stripped off, and start by giving us all a blow job?"
After what he had been suggesting, this seemed like I'd got through to him, and he was human after all, so I jumped at the chance before he changed his mind.
"Oh yes! I'll blow all of you, and while I'm blowing one, the rest can play with me or finger me wherever they want."
"What do you say lads, are we ok with that?"
To my relief there was a general round of approval from the men.
"Ok Marion, looks like they're happy to let you strip off for them, shall I put some music on for you to get down to?"
"You can, but don't expect a professional striptease."
He put the CD player on, and I began taking off my clothes, moving as I went, but I was so nervous, I don't think I made a very good job of it. Gradually as bare flesh became visible, the hands began reaching towards me, and I felt their fingers stroking my skin. Now I was down to my bra and knickers, I had maybe four men, stood-up forming a tight circle around me. Their hands were exploring every part of my body. As my bra came off, I had two mouths clamping like limpets to my nipples, sucking and nibbling. I couldn't get my knickers down past my waist, as I was unable to stoop with the men so close to me. But my knickers came down all the same, one of the men made sure of that.
Now I was naked, my legs were pulled open, and fingers probed both my arse and pussy. Still being fingered, I was pulled across to where a man was seated, and as I was taken down to my knees, bringing my mouth to his dick, I could now see he was naked. Most of the men were stripping themselves as they fumbled with my body. I took this semi-hard dick to my lips, and soon had a rampant throbbing monster pulsing in my mouth. Fingers were ramming both my pussy and arse, and my nipples were on fire with the nibbling and tweaking they were getting. My pussy had started throbbing, and the earlier fear had subsided. Gradually I began to enjoy the overload of attention my body was receiving.
My head was pulled from the first mans dick, and an already hard member was thrust into my mouth. Which one I had was immaterial to me, and I just kept sucking and massaging the new shaft I'd been given. I could feel the pulsing in my pussy getting stronger, and I began to think an orgasm can't be far away. Then the fingers pulled out, and my pussy was in a kind of limbo, like a dog panting after it has retrieved and dropped it stick for its master, and is waiting for it to be thrown again. My pussy panted and waited to be satisfied by the next fingers.
Then I felt the big bell-end of a dick, and as it touched my lips, they parted, welcoming it in.
"Agg agg agg agg."
I tried in vain to shout back asking if he'd got a condom on, but my head was firmly held onto the other mans dick. So now the man behind me was up my pussy thrusting for all he was worth. And although I somehow knew he hadn't got a condom on, I was powerless to stop him. But worse was that I was powerless to stop my pussy from giving him the impression that I was enjoying it!
My body was being worked from every conceivable angle, and I knew an orgasm was inevitable, and it would be upon me pretty soon. Oh no, he's coming to his vinegar strokes, and I can't stop myself. Oh yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Ah god! Fucking hell was that good. He pumped every last drop of his cum deep up inside me, and my pussy exploded, flooding juice everywhere. Oh god was that good; never mind what my sensible head was thinking, my pussy really needed that fucking.
The man in my mouth withdrew his dick, and I expected my head to be pulled to another man, but no, I was now manoeuvred across the floor. One of them was already on his back, and I was led across, and positioned astride him. I didn't resist as they lowered me down, and my pussy slid onto his mighty shaft. Then I had a dick pushed to my mouth, and as he started fucking my face, I settled down for another fucking session.
But someone was fingering my arse, and not just with one finger! As his fingers pulled out I could feel his dick pushing hard at my bottom. The fingering had lubricated my hole, and it didn't take much force by this big dick, to open it back up, and allow it to ease its way in. Now I've been fucked in the pussy loads of times, and fucked in the arse just a few, but never before at the same time. I've obviously seen it on porno, and mused with the idea of having a go, but I'd always expected it to be on my own terms, and done gently. Not being forced to take three big dicks at the same time, and all delivered as though there wasn't a moment to loose.
So even though I was by now well and truly turned on, this rough pounding was still unnerving me. But as they fucked relentlessly on, without a care as to my feelings, my tension and anger melted, and my pussy started to work its magic. I'd got three dicks, two mouths on my nipples, and I don't know how many hands everywhere around my naked body. How could I possibly not start working towards another orgasm? But now to my disappointment, the man in my pussy and the one in my arse, both started cuming within seconds of each other. But I'd only just got over my anger, at being forced into this situation, so my orgasm was only just like storm clouds on the horizon.