You found pleasure exploring new areas of the mountains that led up from the small cabin, as different as night and day from the apartment you had lived in for so many years in the city. This was the life you wanted now; this was your freedom, and your escape.

You hiked for hours, knowing you should start heading back, but you were being drawn farther into a world you had never know, into a world you had longed for all of your life.
No, you would not turn back, not yet… not today. Today you would travel farther than you have every allowed yourself to travel before. Today, you would find what your soul had been longing for among the rocks and trees.

Today, you would give yourself to the wilderness that spread for miles inside of your heart, and you would never look back.

The skies were calm for hours as you made your way farther into the wilderness, but as an unexpected storm rolled in, you looked for shelter when the rain began to fall. Just a light drizzle at first, but as you spotted a cave and hurried toward it, the skies opened, and you found yourself running for safety in a torrential downpour.

What you thought was a cave was in reality little more than a small recess in the rocks, and as you reached the safe haven, you saw another hiker had sought the same location to take cover. You stopped, seeing it was a man, and as the rain soaked your clothing, you looked desperately for another location to flee the impending downpour. Terror filled you as a bolt of lightning struck, the thunder following immediately, but was it the thunder, or the hand you felt grabbing your arm and pulling you toward the small crevice between the rocks that made you fear?

The fear and surprise of being pulled to safety against your will made you hesitate, but it happened so fast that you suddenly found yourself standing next to the stranger. You started to speak, to be polite and thank him for 'inviting' you into the small shelter, but as you looked up into his eyes, you found the words would not come.

There was something about his eyes, so cold and dark, that cut through you, chilling you more than the rain soaked clothing covering your body, and you could see those steely eyes were not looking into yours, but looking you up and down. You glanced down, realizing that the light weight shirt you were wearing was clinging to your flesh, exposing the shape of your bra, and your breasts beneath.

You move your arms, starting to cross them over your chest, but the stranger’s hands take your wrists. Again, fear fills your body. His grip is not gentle, but not painful. You are frozen for a moment. Those eyes are now looking into yours, looking beyond you, looking inside of you. You feel violated, as if somehow he has bared your soul with those dark, evil eyes that now burn your thoughts. You look away, but only for a moment. When he releases your wrists, you look back at him. You're free to run now, free to escape this terror that has gripped you, but he smiles softly. For a moment, a brief second, time stands still and you find yourself staring deep into his eyes.

Was it a minute? An hour? Or only a second that passed? You can't tell, but now you find yourself again being pulled again. His arm is around your waist, pulling your body to his.

You start to pull away, but then yield, somehow unable, or unwilling, to resist. You feel your stomach churn, a small tingle filling your entire body as you find yourself drawn to him. You are disgusted by your own passion, but you cannot deny it is there. You know that you would never yield yourself to a stranger, let alone a man like this. He is not ugly, but not handsome either, and yet, as his fingers unbutton your shirt, you find yourself wanting him, willing him to take you.

The wet material peels from your skin, feeling as if somehow your soul was being bared to him instead of your flesh. You want to tell him to stop, but as his rough hands move to your breasts, still secure behind the safety of your bra, your voice has abandoned you, and you don't speak. A gasp escapes your lips as you feel those horrible hands squeeze your breasts. He is touching you in a way he has no right to do, and as you feel your desire grow, you wish you could somehow control it.

You want him to stop, to leave, to let you be the person you know you are, the person that would never allow a stranger to do this to you, but now you feel as if you are not yourself, not the person that is confident and secure, but a willing participant in this mad-man's carnal desires. You cannot believe the lust that is filling you, and when his hands release the catch on your bra, he pulls it from your body so quickly that you have no chance, nor desire, to stop him.

The small opening has protected you from the downpour, but not completely, and you feel drops of rain falling on your naked breasts, the water rolling down them on all sides forming small droplets that hang from your nipples. You want to close your eyes, but those dark, cold eyes of his are staring into yours, forcing you to stare back. You fell a cold chill, but not a chill from the rain, a chill that feels like ice flowing from his eyes into your heart, piercing the heat of passion within your body. You hate him. His unwelcome advances disgust you, but you are filled with a primal lust you have never known as he tears your shorts and panties roughly from your hips and down to your ankles.

As he kneels before you, waiting for you to lift your leg to free your ankles from the clothing, you cannot believe that your leg is yielding to him, lifting from the ground to allow him to remove your last hope of refusing him. You are left wearing only your socks and hiking boots. Your body is naked and bare for all the world to see, for him to see, and for him to touch. And he does. You shiver as you feel the rough skin of his hands touch your silken thighs. Your legs quiver, but is it from his harsh touch, or from the desire you feel as his hands pull your legs apart slowly? You lean back and feel the cold rocks against your skin as you stand before him, your legs open now.

He has taken you too far too fast, and you give in to your desire completely as his face presses against your thighs. Small waves of pleasure pulse through your body as you feel his tongue make its way to your most tender flesh. The warm moisture between your legs has nothing to do with the rain. As if summoned by the gods, a clap of thunder rumbles through the trees as you feel his mouth pressing against your lips, his tongue invading you. Whether it is the thunder or only your desire that makes your body shiver, you cannot tell, but your body does shiver, just as the thunder has made the earth around you shiver with it's supreme power.

You feel helpless as his tongue repeatedly explores your most private areas, his mouth sucking against your tender flesh, his teeth gently scraping the surface of your clit, sending shock waves up and down your spine. His rough hands reach around and squeeze the tender flesh of your ass, pulling you to him, forcing his mouth against you. You feel one of his fingers invade you from behind. They are so rough it causes an uncontrollable mix of pleasure and pain, but its effect is undeniable as you feel yourself reaching a sudden orgasm. You cannot believe your body has given itself so soon to him, and you wait for him to move away as you feel your juices begin to flow, but he doesn't. He draws you closer, sucking like a man possessed as he drinks the wine of your pleasure, drawing more from you than you feel you can give, but still you feel your nectar pouring into his mouth. You cannot believe your orgasm has not stopped, and you realize that now a second flood of lust has taken over as unbelievably you erupt again into his waiting mouth.

Your legs are shaking so hard he has to know you will soon collapse, but he squeezes your ass harder, driving his finger deeper inside of you, holding you up against your will as he draws the nectar from within you. You feel a rush of juice flow from your body as his mouth demands you offer more, drawing the sweet liquid from somewhere inside of you that you never knew existed. You feel as if he were draining your very soul.

You can offer no more, your very being spent at his demand, and your body no longer has the ability to remain standing as you fall to the ground. Your hands reach out to catch yourself, but you feel his arms around you, holding you, caressing your skin, embracing you tenderly as he lays you gently on the wet and muddy ground.
Has he merely caught your falling body, or somehow captured your falling soul as the cool mud welcomes your sweat covered flesh?

Now he stands over you, a somehow welcome silhouette against the dark sky as your breath returns to you slowly. You long for rest, but you see him removing his shirt, tossing it aside into the rain. His jeans fall quickly and are discarded as quickly as your inhibitions. You want him, need him, and must have him. Your animal lust must be satisfied once again. He is a beast, a horrible, relentless animal that has attacked you with no regard for you as a person, only as an object of his desire, and as he kneels in the mud and lays his body against yours, you realize it is you that has captured his soul.

Your legs open once again, this time without his demanding they do so. You have opened yourself to him willingly, and you have invited him to take you. You forget who you are, not willing to let your inhibitions come between you and the desire you want to fulfill. You gasp slightly as you feel his manhood touch your tender flesh, pushing against you slowly yet firmly, opening you carefully to allow him inside.

Gently, you feel him passing the tender folds of skin, then with one violent thrust he enters you. Screams echo from deep within you, a mixture of shock and pleasure you feel from the fact that he has penetrated you so quickly. Seconds that pass seems like hours as you feel every inch of him move deeper inside of you. Time passes as if it were slow motion, yet you have no concept of time. He has not just taken you quickly, but he has been ravenous. He has pushed himself inside of you fully and has begun thrusting into you before you realize it. His hands grab your breasts and pull at your nipples as he continues thrusting in and out of you, so fast, so hard. He is forceful, taking you completely, both in body and in soul, and he is unwilling to let you feel anything more than him. It is happening so fast now. You cannot feel love, you cannot feel tenderness, and you cannot even feel desire any longer. The only feeling you have now is lust. Lust for him to fill you. Lust for him to slam himself hard into you, and he does as if he were obeying your unspoken commands.

A raw, primal lust has taken control of you to the point that you feel as if it is not you any longer, that somehow you are watching someone else being ravaged by this man, but it is you, and only you as you feel his hips pounding and pressing himself harder against your flesh.

Has it been a minute? Five minutes? Even longer? You cannot tell. You still have no concept of time, no grasp of reality. Nothing exists now but your inner most desires. You no longer want him but need him. He has found you. He has found a person you did not know existed.

Your body writhes in the mud as you feel him pulsing inside of you. You draw him closer, both with your arms and with your soul. You feel his muscles tighten in harmony with your own, and you tighten yourself around him, clenching his shaft with your love.

Time has returned for you, but only long enough for you to know you are going to release again, and long enough for you to realize he is going to fill you.

Would he dare?

Surely he will stop and pull out first, but you find it is you pulling him deeper inside of you. It is your arms and legs drawing his body hard against yours.
No, he is not going to stop, and you will not let him. You are taking him now. You are the one in control. You will make him fill you.

There will be no decency, no tenderness, and no consequences. Your soul will not allow it as he rams himself even deeper into your body, swelling in size as the moment approaches. You arch your back, making sure he can fully probe the depth of your womanhood, welcoming him to a place no man has ever known, a place even you did not know existed somewhere deep within you. Nothing else exists now as your orgasm takes control. There is no Heaven, no Hell, no earth, no rain. There is only you and your need for life.

He is there now. His muscles tight and straining as he pushes himself against you, his body trembling along with yours, but he is a shadow to you, for it is only you that matters now, only what you want, and only what you need.

You release yourself as he fills your body, your warm fluids and his mixing and churning within you, filling your inner being with its warmth and sensual pleasure. Not only does the mixture of pleasure and warmth circulate within your womb, but it also feels as if it is coursing through your veins.

You are spent, and you can barely feel him moving until you find yourself lying in his arms, caressed by his love.

There are no longer two bodies laying in the mud, but one. One body, one soul, one being, and one love.

You are protected by your own desires as the storm passes and the rain subsides.

It is done.