It’s hot. Not hot enough, though, to deter me from hiking the trail. It’s a long trail, a full day’s hike, roughly 6 miles up a mountain and back down again, 12 miles total. I’m well-prepared for the trip. I have a special backpack that has a little water pouch in it that allows me to sip water from a tube that dangles out in front of me. The pack also has some snacks, my phone, and a water bottle. I’m dressed for the weather; In small, tight, light grey short shorts that hug my bottom real good and a tank top. Of course I’m wearing a sport’s bra. I can’t have the twins bouncing around on the hike now, could I? Well, I suppose I could. It’s not like this trail is popular. It’s just best to keep them contained.

I set off on the trail. The going is good. It’s a decent incline. I pass over a beautiful creek on a nice bridge. I pause to take in the scenery. A gnat buzzes in front of my eyes. I swat at it. Didn’t get it.

I move on. The trail is getting pretty tough. Now, I’m a pretty thick girl. I’m five feet six, one hundred sixty pounds. I’m starting to pant a little. My panties are getting sweaty and they’re starting to ride into my crack. I don’t mind, though. I love the outdoors. I love the pump it gives me. I also like the solitude. I had considered inviting my friend Alex, but I feel like I need the alone time. And I know he has a crush on me. It’s nice to know he’s always there for me when I need him, but I feel like a whole day like this, sweat and all, is a bit too intimate. It might give him the wrong idea, you know?

I’m a good three miles up the trail now, and it’s gotten considerably more difficult. I round a corner through the brambles and I see another hiker further up on the trail. He’s not moving though. Maybe he’s just taking a break?

He’s a gigantic man, long haired and bearded, with arms like tree trunks. He doesn’t seem to have much gear with him except a water bottle. As I approach him, I expect him to make room for me on the trail, since it’s certainly not wide enough for both of us. I hesitate for a second, because he’s not making room for me. And it looks like he’s staring daggers at me! I’m instantly uncomfortable. I try and give him my friendliest smile.

“Excuse me,” I say as I shimmy by him. I brush up against him as I pass him. He’s almost an entire foot taller than me, and certainly twice my weight. He looks like an absolute mountain man. If he suddenly told me that he lives in these mountains, and that this trail is his trail, I would believe him. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t at least a little scared of him. He’s certainly not friendly.

I start back up the trail after passing him and I can feel his eyes on me. My shorts are barely big enough to cover my whole ass, and they’re drenched in sweat at this point, causing my panties to ride up further in my crack, so I reach back and try to pull out my panties and pull my shorts a little lower, but it’s not doing much good. I chose the thinnest panties and shorts I had, just some plain old white panties and some Wal-Mart grey shorts that were one size too small for my gigantic ass. Clearly. I should have known better.

I begin to feel a little better as the trail goes on. Maybe he had a friend who was peeing off the trail, and he was waiting for him. Or maybe his friend really had to poop, so he had to act all mean and stuff to keep other hikers moving on. That thought makes me laugh, and I snort. That’s what I love about the trails. I get to be in my own thoughts for the whole day. My legs are pumping, my brain is stimulated from the exercise.

Pretty soon the trail turns from a hike into a climb. The path upward has become rocky, and full of boulders. These are some of my favorite parts of the trail. We call it “rock scrambling”. I take each rock slowly and steadily. I’m a thick girl and a bit clumsy. I know my limits. Alex could have leapt from rock to boulder and scaled this section easily. I’m not nearly as agile or as light on my feet. I’m euphoric as I traverse the boulders. The sweat has become real. My boobs are drenched in it, and I’m pretty sure I’m sporting a puddle back there. I’ve given up trying to pick my panties out of my ass crack. My panty lines are just going to have to look like I’m wearing a thong. I’m a big girl. I can deal with thongs.

I’m about halfway up the rocky path when I hear a noise below me. I glance behind me and there he is, at the start of this rocky trail and quickly gaining on me, the man from earlier. I don’t know why, but my heart skips a beat when I see him. He’s vigorously climbing, and he’s fast. Holy hell, I didn’t know men that big could move like that.

I begin to panic. I start climbing faster. I take more risks, start jumping up the boulders rather than taking one step at a time like I should. I’m moving faster and faster, my heart is racing and I don’t know why. After all, he’s just another hiker on the trail, isn’t he? Then why am I so afraid?

I’m moving up the path at a reckless pace, I can hardly catch my breath, but every time I look back, he’s closer than he was. I’m so out of breath, I can’t take it anymore. But what if he catches me?

Catches you? Jesus girl, get a hold of yourself. There’s nothing of the sort going on, I tell myself as I attempt to scramble up a smooth boulder about up to my waist. But I’m winded and uncoordinated. I slip and fall back on my ass. Luckily on flat ground, and not back down the trail. I’m still breathing hard as I get to my feet. I need to take it more slowly this time. I brace as I face the rock, ready to push off of my forward leg to get the momentum needed, and –

Thump! I’m pushed into the smooth rock by a force from behind me. Oh no. He’s here. He’s reached me.

Okay? And? So what if he’s “reached” you? He’s just another hiker on the trail, remember? He’s just much stronger and faster and more agile than you, therefore, it makes sense that he would pass you on the trail. Right.

Right? He’s just going to pass me on the trail, right? Then why isn’t he moving? Better yet, why has he shoved you into a rock?

“Excuse me,” I manage to say between pants as I try to straighten up from the rock. Excuse me? As if I had shoved him into a rock? He should be the one to say that.

Well, maybe it was an accident. Maybe it was an accident, and any second now he’ll apologize and continue up the trail with the same vigor and determination as he had before.

Okay, well, if it was an accident, then why does he have you pinned up against a rock? If it was an accident, why did he just shove you back down after you tried to straighten yourself? Why is he literally grinding into your ass right now?

Oh God. This is really happening. This is really happening. I’m being assaulted. I was chased up a rock path and am now being assaulted by someone much, much stronger than me. And I haven’t seen a single. Other. Person. On this trail. Oh my god. I try and scream but it comes out weak. I’m out of breath.

I can hear him breathing behind me. His voice is deep and gruff, and he sounds like a bull. I’m pinned against a smooth boulder, bent over roughly at the waist, and he starts grabbing my arms and pulling them back. He’s grabbing at my backpack. He’s trying to take my backpack off. I struggle meekly to pull my arms forward to keep my backpack on, but I’m weak and out of breath.

I’m still out of breath? How long has it been? My backpack comes off. It felt like minutes with him shoving me up against the rock. It’s been literal seconds. It’s been seconds since I tried to scramble up this boulder, fell back on my ass, tried again, got shoved. Definitely less than sixty. Probably less than thirty. Then why does it feel like such a long time?

Why? Because time is relative. Remember, Kenzie? From school? Einstein’s Theory of Relativity? It’s been only seconds since you’ve been shoved into this rock but it feels like an eternity because he’s about to fucking rape you.

Of course. He’s going to rape me. I knew it when I passed him on the trail. It’s why I’m so scared of him. It’s why I panicked when I saw him.

Because he is going to fucking rape me.

I scream, louder this time. As loud as I possibly can. It’s cut short by his massive arm as it wraps around my neck and chokes me. And oh my GOD, it feels like my head is about to be severed from my shoulders, he squeezes so hard. I’ve never been choked before. It’s not what it looks like in the movies. In the movies, it looks like the person just can’t breathe, you know? Like they choked on some food or something. Not like this. Not like your literal head is about to pop off. It’s not supposed to be painful. It is.

Thankfully, he releases his grip. I gasp for air. I was already gasping for air from the climb, but now I’m dying for it. I suck it down like I’ve never breathed oxygen before in my life.

It dawns on me that it’s about to happen. I’m about to get fucking raped. So what do I do? Do I turn around and throat punch him and knee him in the balls like some badass bitch? No. I fucking piss myself. That’s right. This badass bitch just pissed all over herself. And her attacker, I guess. Take that. My shorts are soaked. My panties are soaked. In my urine. I’m scared shitless. He turns me around to face him, crazy-haired and bearded. Then he grabs me under my sweaty armpits and tosses me over his shoulder like a fucking ragdoll.

I’m still gasping as we’re moving. We’re headed off the beaten path, into the woods. I look back at the trail. There, in front of that damned boulder, is a little puddle of my piss. It’s not a whole lot, but enough to be considered a puddle. My little evidence of resistance. Will someone see it and recognize it as pee? It’s probably inconsequential in regards to rescue. At most, a passerby will notice it’s pee and just assume someone was rude enough to do their business right on the trail. My backpack, however, is a different story. It still has my phone in it. Not that it could have helped. There’s no reception out here. Mountain man has his fucking hand on my ass.

It’s funny, I bet you regret not asking Alex to come with you now, don’t you? Yeah, I bet you do. But you don’t feel the same way about him, do you? He’s a nice boy with good intentions and all that, but you’re just not that attracted to him. He’s too scrawny. Not like our man here. He’s so strong he threw you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. So that he can carry you off into the woods. You know, to rape you.

It’s not like Alex would even be much help in this situation now, would he? Against this mountain of a man? What good could Alex do?