A House In The Woods

This is adult fiction. If you are under 18, or if you cannot judge what
you read by adult messures..do not read this story. The author does not
want to harm anybody. Rape is no fun.

A House in the woods
-Part One-

By Lost Soul

It was her first time off in month. The days on the set were exhausting and she felt like her limbs were made of stone. Carrie-Anne had returned from New Zeeland two days ago. The trip had been long but the black haired woman had slept almost the whole time. Two movies in a row…incredible. But now, after a good nights sleep she felt a least a little refreshed.

Carrie-Anne’s husband was out of town for some weeks and she knew this was the right time to have this little vacation of her own.
And so she took her Jeep and went on the road. She booked a lodge and took her white breeches, the white blouse and the jackboots and drove deep into the country site.
The window on the driver site of her car was down and Carrie-Anne enjoyed the wind that tossed her short hair. A whole week on the back of a horse. She smiled, the thought was incredibly good.
And after three hours she took the exit to the farm. Half an hour later she reached her destination an parked the jeep.
The guy in the office was friendly and asked her about ‘The Matrix’. Although she was grateful that she had this success, she sometimes could not stand hearing again and again about the Matrix. Well, the guy was nice and it was o.k.
Only ten minutes after she had arrived, she sat on the saddle.

It became dark when Carrie-Anne returned the horse. She felt exhausted but good. Many people preferred dark-colored cloth on the back of a horse when there was no competition around, but Carrie-Anne thought the contrast to her black hair made her look good when she wore white breeches. She smiled when she sat behind the steering-wheel of her Jeep. She drove off and smiled all the time. Yes, coming here was the best idea in month. Exercise and fresh air healed every stiff muscle.
After half an hour Carrie-Anne began to feel strange. Did she miss the right turn? Where was the damned Road to her lodge. She should have come there before the farm, before she did her horse-back riding. She should have…
Carrie-Anne thought about calling someone. But who? And…well, the cell-phone did not work out here. It became darker and darker. She began to panic…
And then it became worse…
The engine made strange sounds and after five minutes the Jeep stopped.
The engine died.
“Shit! Shit, shit, shit,….” The dark-haired actress hit the wheel, “Holy shit!”
There she was…in the middle of nowhere, alone, without any contact to who-ever…no cell-phone..nothing…and it was night.
Carrie-Anne was no mechanic, she had no idea how engines worked. She just turned the key and the car ran…or so it should be. But in this case…
She pulled the opening-mechanism and stepped out of the car. The hood was easy to open but that was the last easy part. The engine looked like…every engine…
How the hell was she supposed to repair that thing. No idea.
The next thing she did was trying the cell-phone. But…surprise…not signal.
Carrie-Anne Moss sat herself on the closed hood of her expensive car and had no idea what to do. It had become cold and she started to shiver. The white blouse was not nearly enough for an night in the woods.
-What…can…I …do?-
She jumped off the hood and locked the car. She had no alternative…she had to walk back to the farm. That was the only known destination.
Carrie-Anne walked down the rocky road. Totally alone..no car passed her, not people..
-Would be really surprising in the middle of the night-
It was pitch black and got colder by the minute.
There, that cross-road…
-I think this is the road that I took…the damned farm must be here…somewhere…I hope…-
But every cross-road looked the same…trees on the left and on the right…..
It was the wrong way…but Carrie Anne-Moss did not know that.

Walking in those boots was really exhausting; they were just made for sitting on a horse, not for hiking. So, after a while, around the time she had the first suspicion that she had taken the wrong road, Carrie-Anne felt exhausted. She stopped and looked around…just woods. Trees, dark like monsters and a cool wind.
“I am so lost….God…!”
She started walking again. There was no alternative to walking. She had to find some civilization. And….there…between a group of giant trees…a light…
Light meant civilization..people…telephone….
“Yes!”
Carrie-Anne walked faster; she was excited and her heard began to beat faster. There was a house and a little barn. Light was shining and that meant that somebody was home.
Some minutes later she reached the house and took some stairs to the front-door. She knocked and waited.
-Finally…I can call the farm or the lodge…or my agent…-
She smiled.
Then she heard someone coming closer.
-Whoever you are…you are an angel…-
The door was opened and Carrie-Anne hit a shock.
The man in the dirty undershirt was middle-aged…he wore dirty, brown pants…his hair had not seen any comb in month. His beard was unkempt and just his look made the canadian actress shiver.
But…he was the only human around, and Carrie-Anne suspected he had a telephone…
“Hi…my Name is Carrie-Anne…my..my car broke down some miles down the road….could I please use your phone to call someone?”
He looked at her without any visible reaction. Then he nodded.
“Sure…come on in…”
The man stepped aside and although she was a little afraid, Carrie-Anne stepped into the house.
When the door slammed shut her heart sank.
-God…please let him be harmless…-
“Where….?”
She smiled and the un-shaven man nodded again.
“Upstairs…”
Upstairs? Who had his phone upstairs?
But…the hell with it…she was a grown, strong woman. She ate fire…
Carrie-Anne took the stairs, followed by the nightmare of a man. He smelled like cheep alcohol…
-God…I don’t want to spent more time in this house than I have to-
They reached the first floor and the man pointed to the right.
“There…second door…”
She gulped saliva and admitted to herself that she was scared. She heard him behind her…and although the guy did nothing wrong…
-God…let me out…-
The door was open and just out of habit Carrie-Anne stepped into the room.
There was a bed…a chair….and nothing else. The windows were closed and the no light came in. She saw wood behind the glass of the windows…
-God, where the hell am I….-
The beautiful actress looked around and saw no phone…
She turned and wanted to say something when he pushed her….
Carrie-Anne fell, hit the ground and was stunned when she saw the door being closed.
She heard the key…and that was the moment when she realized she was a hostage.

First she yelled…knocked at the door…screamed for help. Then…after she realized that this did not help, she sat on the chair, then the bed…later on she laid herself on the old mattress, on the bed and started thinking. She had no idea…
-What does he want? Does he know who I am…does he plan to get ransom? Does he…
And that thought scared the hell out of her…
.Does the man plan to rape me?????-
Her heart was racing…sweat came out of her pores…she sat…
-Oh my God…he wants to fuck me…-
Maybe she was wrong…she hoped with all her might…that she was wrong…
But…
It took some time before she slowed down again. What could she do but waiting? So she lay down again and felt tired. She needed sleep…her consciousness shut down…she had to sleep..
And Carrie-Anne Moss slept.
For an hour…
Then…she awoke…and her arms hurt…they were…up…stretched…she could not move her hands, her arms…
She looked up and realized that the man had her pint to the bed with handcuffs.
Her first reaction was to fight…to get free….
But, the handcuffs made their job pretty well…she had no chance…
Then the door opened.
Carrie-Anne lay still…her eyes wide…
-Oh my God….-
There he stood…in the door-frame….smiling…in his dirty cloth…
He came in, closed the door and walked over to the bed.
The man looked down at her…saying nothing…
“Please…what do you want from me? Let me go….!”
She yelled at him…but she could have spoken with a wall. He showed no reaction whatsoever…
He sat on the chair and looked at her…looked up and down and liked what he saw…
The woman was slim, muscular..tall…the thin white material of her pants lay smoothly around her legs…her flat stomach….
The white blouse lay around her mid-sized breasts like silk…the short black hair…strong features…he licked his lips…
-No….,” her mouth stood open…-he will rape me…oh God…please no…-
The mad man placed his right hand on her flat stomach.
She jumped…
She screamed…
“No!”
She struggled but the handcuffs were made of steel and it hurt a lot…
“Lay still…bitch…and I won’t hurt you. Try something and no-one will ever find your dead body…,” he bent over till his face almost touched her face…she smelled him and struggled with the need to vomit, “..I will kill you…if you don’t do what I want…is that understood?”
His voice had the sound of emery paper…dark and full of violence…
Carrie-Anne just nodded…
His fist hit her hard and she saw a huge light when her vision faded for a moment….
“I want to hear it….is that understood?”
“Y….yes….mister…”
« Will you do as I told you…will…say : I will let you fuck me as much as you want, master….say it…. »
Carrie Anne was afraid to no end. She knew she had no chance of escape…the animal…the man…was in power…
And she knew her only goal was to stay alive. If she reached that goal…she might escape if the chances were right…
Tears were running down her cheeks…
“I..will..let you…fuck me….,” her breathing came hard, “…as much…as you want…m…master!”
He smiled and his hand glided down, between her legs….onto her vagina….his middle-finger pressed the thin but durable fabric of her pants against her vagina and Carrie-Anne Moss closed her eyes.

His hand rubbed up and down…his middle-finger pressed against her vagina…up and down….and he smiled down on her.
“God…you are one hell of a vagina….I will make love to you till blood runs out of your pussy….”
“No…,” she whispered…”please no….”
It went on for minutes….rubbing the vagina…
Then he caressed her thighs…
“Wonderful legs…so strong…”
His fingers glided over the white fabric…he squeezed her thighs, forced his hand between her legs, pressed against her vagina. All the while he let his eyes wander up and down….looked between her legs, admired her pelvis, her flat stomach, her mid-sized breasts.
The actress pressed her mouth shut and had to fight her tears. How did she get here? Why? Why her?
His hand left her lower body and he grabbed her right breast, squeezed it, massaged it.
“Yes…my little whore….”
He used both hands to unbutton her white blouse. And as soon as his eyes saw her naked breasts, his breathing began to quicken.
The man moved his dirty body onto the bed, one leg to her right, one to her left….The horse-back rider was mounted….
Saliva fell down and he coughed….his hands found their way into Carrie-Anne’s blouse, his fingers pressed into the warm and firm flesh…he cubed her breasts, massaged them….
“No…,” she whispered, “no…please….”
Her shoulders hurt, her wrists hurst…her soul hurt…
The dirty man let go of her tits and looked down, moved down a little…and his fingers slid under the black belt of her pants…
“NO!”
He opened her belt…smiling, heavy breathing….her body began to tremble….opened the button….took hold of the zipper…pulled it down…
Then he dismounted the slim woman and finally he was standing to her left, still breathing heavily…looking down on his prey…
“Time to fuck you….!”
She cried, her head moved from the left to the right…
“No.no…”
The man took hold of her black jackboots…and pulled…
It came so unexpected, he was stronger than she had expected…her boots were easily pulled from her feet and they flew into one corner of the small room…her grey socks followed…
“I love bitches in those white….pants..those breeches…and I will fuck you so hard, so often that blood will run out of your pussy…”
Carrie-Anne could not say one word. She just starred at her captor…unable to fully comprehend her situation.
He bend over and his fingers grabbed her white pants and pulled them over her pelvis, down, over her legs…till he held them…
Carrie-Anne Moss lay there on his bed…shivering, crying..with red eyes…and the man pressed her pants against his own face…inhaling her scent….
“Yes…God…I will make you suffer….”
He laid his head to the side…looking at his prey…
“What’s your name, whore?”
She did not reply. But…then…Carrie-Anne saw her captors expression darken…and she still heard his words in her head…I will kill you….
“Carrie-Anne….”
So the man did not see Matrix…she almost had to smile…great….the first one who did not worry her, who did not stalk her because of this movie…the first one to rape her….
He walked to the upper end of her bed…bend down and pushed his fingers under her panties…pulled them down as well…
Then he unbuttoned her blouse till her upper body was exposed, till her tits could be seen….
Carrie-Anne was naked…the only cloth she wore was the blouse that he had pulled open…she was fragile..every strength was gone….
She knew what would happen now…
-Oh God…please…please …make him stop…please…”
He stood there, breathing heavily…starring at the woman on his dirty bed…and he opened his own pants…
The sheer sight of that man, pulling down his dirty pants, his more than dirty shorts…
-Oh God, I have to vomit…-
Then he stood there, naked, shaking, thin….but strong…
He came over, climbed onto the bed….over her left leg…pushing her legs apart….placing his hand left and right from her head….starring down at her…
Saliva was running down his chin…fell down…hit her face…
“Oh God…please don’t….”
He lowered his body…and Carrie-Anne screamed in surprise when the tip of his cock touched her flat stomach….
…went down….through her pubic hair….
“No!”
It touched her lips….
The woman had no desire to have sex…her vagina was dry..her lips not swollen…and when the man’s penis entered her vagina it hurt. It hurt a lot…
It was like a force of nature…like a tree pushed by a hurricane into her body….
His cock pushed her lips apart and glided into her vulva….
He moaned and finally his body lay on top of Carrie-Anne…
She saw his face up-close…smelled his breath…smelled his whole body…she closed her eyes, crying…
And he began to fuck her.

The small room in the house, deep in the woods of Canada..never visited by any person…lonely….was filled with the sound of heavy breathing.
A low voice…a man…full of lust…moving his lower body up and down…pushing his cock into the vagina of an actress who almost lost her mind….
A higher voice…a woman…raped…tantalized….far away from home, from any person she knew…raped…
The man fucked Carrie-Anne hard…again and again he pushed his hard, huge cock into her hurting vagina….pushing…pulling…pushing….
Her body was shacking…was moved toward the upper end of her bed…sank down again….
Minutes passed…
But then it happened….
A flood of warm sperm shot out of his cock and into Carrie-Anne Moss’s body….
“No!”
Again she screamed. But nobody but her captor heard her pain…
And he did not care…no..he cared…he enjoyed her pain…he had the power to make her suffer and he had the power to take away her pain…he was the master.
He sank onto her body…exhausted…looking into the face of a very beautiful woman…seeing the pain…
-If I could I would fuck her again….-
Carrie-Anne had empty eyes…she was broken. Her shoulder hurt…her body…her vagina was a storm of fire…
She felt him growing weak….felt his body…his weight…
For minutes he lay on top of her….just breathing.
And the only wish the black-haired woman had was that he would go away….
Finally he pulled himself out of her body….
On shacking knees he sat between her legs…starring into her eyes…smiling.
“That was a good beginning….”
He stepped off the bed…grabbing his pants…looking..finding…
He bend over, Carrie-Anne closed her eyes, and he unlocked her hand-cuffs….
“You will dress now…,” he said while he walked toward the door, his cloth in one hand…
He opened the door and turned, starring at her….
“I will bring you something to eat…later…but you will stay here till I come again…”
He laughed and left her alone.
The door was slammed shut and Carrie-Anne heard the key…turning in the lock…

It was quiet. Very quiet. But no…the sound of crying…heavy breathing….
Carrie-Anne Moss wanted to die. No…she was dead…her soul was dead…
“Oh God..,” she said…,”…why…”
She had not strength. She just lay there on the bed…waiting…naked….
She slept…her consciousness turned down…made her sleep…
She woke up…shivering…
And another hour passed till she stood up and began to pick up her white cloth. She dressed..slowly…
Then she sat on the bed…thinking…
She could not cry anymore.
She was held hostage. But her captor certainly did not want to get any cash. He held her…in this small room…and nobody…nobody knew she was here.
Carrie-Anne closed her eyes.
“Nobody knows I am here.”

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