The Path

Please pay attention to the warnings! This is a ficlet based on the darkest of interpretations of this game. One chapter per sister. Flames will be scoffed at.

The Path

 

Carmen

Carmen took another gulp of beer.



It was weird, how the stuff tasted better the more she drunk.



'scause my braincells are dyin'.. She thought and the notion made her giggle.



Next to her, the woodcutter shifted closer. She glanced over and smiled at the look of open appreciation on his face.



“I ain't never seen a girl as pretty as you drink beer like a pro.” The woodcutter remarked. He'd grabbed the cooler and now reached into it for another. He cracked it open one-handed and passed it to her just as she finished off the one she already had.



“Cheers!” She cheered, stretching her feet towards the warmth of the fire and leaning back on one arm.



The forest was so pretty here. She was glad she'd left the path, now. At first she'd actually managed to freak herself out a little, but thankfully she'd stumbled over this guy's camp before her 'lost and frightened' became 'lost and eaten by a bear'.



A flash of white out of the corner of her eye had her turning her head.



A girl, barefoot and dusky-skinned, was standing by the woodcutter's red tent. She was shaking her head, from side to side so damn fast and hard that it looked painful – almost unnatural.



“Th't your lil' sister?” She asked curiously, a little disappointed. There was no chance of any romantic fireside shenanigans if the dude's kid sister was perving on them.



The girl's shaking head stopped sharply. With huge, frightened eyes, the girl turned and bolted into the forest. By the time the man turned and looked, she'd vanished.



“What sister?” The man drawled. “The only girl out here darlin', is you.” He finished up by placing a proprietary hand on her leg. Not just near her knee or anything though, it was right up on her thigh, fingers curling in.



The hand was unexpectedly hot and she could almost feel the dampness of his sweaty palm through her pants.

 

Abruptly, a curl of unease stirred in her guts. Now that it came to the moment... this wasn't something she wanted anymore.



She tried to shift nonchalantly away, but the hand on her thigh just griped tighter, almost hurting her. She squirmed a little.



“Sorry, but, Igottago.” She apologised quickly. “I'm supposed to be at my Grandma's by now.. sorry..”



The man didn't look so friendly anymore. His eyes were still dark, but they weren't handsome. They were hard.



“You think you can come in here, interrupt my work and drink my beer and not put out, girl?” The man demanded lowly.



“Where I come from, men don't put up with that kinda behavior.”



Frightened now, Carmen tried to stand up, to back away. The man just placed one hot hand on her chest and shoved her backwards. Her head and shoulders hit the dirt, but her hips and legs were still sprawled over the crate she'd fallen from. The fall dazed her and it took a moment for her alcohol-muddied brain to realise her left hand hurt because it was too close to the damned fire!



“You wanted this, girl” The man muttered, gripping the hem of her pants and pulling them right down and off her legs – over her shoes – in one well-muscled move. Carmen tugged her hand to her face and whimpered at the burn on it, terrified and confused and trying to think about what she should be doing. One leg shifted, maybe to try and kick the man off but he'd already moved by then, leaning down over her front and shoving one hand down and under her shirt.



“Huh, you are a little tart after all.” The man observed smugly as he felt her lacy bra and discovered it clasped in front. “I was just doin' my job and in you come, struttin' around and spreadin' your legs.” He unclasped the bra as he spoke and pushed it roughly out of the way, fondling her breasts with strong, calloused hands.



“S-stop!” Carmen managed to shout, afraid of how far things would go if she didn't get out of there.



“You and I both know you don't want me to.” The man asserted harshly. Unexpectedly, his other hand suddenly pushed between her legs, shoving what felt like a couple of fingers into her pussy.



It didn't hurt as much as it could have done. Belatedly, she realised that was because her cunt was sopping wet... she had been horny all day and the alcohol had only increased it. Now, the man pulled his fingers out and shoved them in her face, the sticky clear fluid on them a damning proof.



“Lick it off.” The man whispered, ordered. Carmen shivered and shook her head. Her mind was scrambling. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Isn't this what she'd fantasized about before? And he was right, wasn't he? She had been flirting with him pretty heavily.



But.. but it was just flirting...



“You either lick your juices off me, girl, or you can suck my juices out of my cock. Which is it?” The man growled.



Carmen swallowed tightly. She'd never sucked a man off before. It kinda scared her more than having sex.. after all, if she did, he might just fuck her anyway...



So she opened her mouth obediently and tried not to gag as she tasted her own sour, slick taste.



“Get it all off.” The man instructed, so she worked her tongue along his fingers, sucking occasionally and swallowing often as the intrusion made her mouth water more than normal.

Throughout it, the man just watched, groaning lightly as his other hand left her breast and fumbled with something out of her sight.



Then the fingers were pulled out of her mouth and the man was standing up and over her sprawled body. His pants were gone, although his boots and socks remained. His prick was so much bigger than she'd expected and was flushed a dark red. It poked up through the tails of his flannel shirt which he hadn't bothered taking off. He stepped over her then reached down and hauled her up as though she weighed nothing.



A second later and she was face-down over the crates, her knees scrapping the ground uncomfortably on either side and her head hanging over the edge.



Her ass was in the air and felt cold and exposed.



Rough hands pulled her shirt up and off her body, forcing her arms to move with it.



Now completely naked but for her shoes, she panted with fear as she was shoved back down, her breasts pushing against the crate awkwardly.



Adrenaline helping her sober up a lot, she gasped out that she had a condom in her pocket – she always did, just in case. She was smart enough to be prepared.



The man made a sound of disgust.



“You'll take what I give you girl, and you'll love it.” He growled. “And I'm betting your wet little cunt would look mighty good with my cum leaking from it.”



Before Carmen could scream, he lifted her ass further into the air and just shoved right in.



It burned and stretched and hurt. He paused once he was in and groaned, the sound so long and dirty that she felt herself blush just to hear it.



“You...” He moaned, shoving himself further in little jerks “are so...” his balls were slapping against her now. She felt sick. “tight.”



Reflexively, she tightened further in an attempt to push the intrusion out. The man just moaned again as her walls fluttered around his cock.



“That's my girl.” He breathed. “You fuckin' love it. Love my cock in your cunt.”



He started to pull out, then push back in.



Carmen whimpered as her breasts scrapped against the crate and the man's cock filled her up inside. It hurt less now and she felt so damned full. It felt good, but it was still too rough.



The man was panting now, his speed picking up until he was pounding into her, his cock as hard as iron and swelling even more. He was groaning almost constantly, words occasionally making it out.



“Love it.. sucking me in... fucking tight cunt.. fuck.. yes..”



He reached forwards suddenly, his grip moving from her hips to her waist.



Without loosing speed, he hauled her bodily up and shifted them both so she was facing the fire now, on her knees on the crates. The change in angle made her cry out, which got a satisfied grunt from the man.



Suddenly, his hands were on her breasts, squeezing and rolling, thumbs rubbing her nipples.



It was too hard, too rough. He fucked into her from behind and she tightened again, only now realising that she too was moaning.



“That's it, girl.” he hissed in her ear. “Spread your legs some more. Open yourself up for my cock.”



Dimly, she tried to obey, shuffling her knees wider . The man panted a laugh behind her.



“That's more like it. Girl, fuck, I'm going to fill you up so much you'll fucking taste it.”



Three more vicious slams of his hips and he made good on his promise, jammed inside her tightly as he pumped out load after load of cum into her body.



Carmen cried out at the sensation of heat erupting inside her, her nipples peaked and sore between his fingers.



“No..” She moaned, knowing he'd come inside her without any protection.



When he'd finished, he didn't pull out. He was softer now, smaller. She could feel his cum trickling out of her body, around his cock. He pulled her roughly off the crates, stepped over them, then sat down, pulling her body down roughly to be seated on his lap – and on his cock.



“Now I'm a gentleman.” He announced. “So I won't let you git to your grandmaw's house till you've milked me with your cunt. Fair's fair. Get started. I ain't got all day.”



Carmen, facing the fire, shook her head in confusion. Already, the prick inside her felt stronger, thicker. What did he want?



A sharp slap to one of her breasts made her gasp in pain and a small amount of pleasure.



“Get movin', girl.” The man ordered. “I told ya, I ain't got all day.”



The sound of her pain seemed to excite him and he stiffened a little more inside her. Reflexively, again, her walls clamped down on him.



He groaned and shoved up a little, his cock now really starting to swell. One rough hand found it's way to her clit, which he rubbed roughly enough that it hurt even as it sent sparks of pleasure that made her clench around him again.



“Move, damnit.” He groaned, his other hand clenching around a breast and pushing her upwards.



Understanding now and helpless to resist, she got her feet under her and pushed up, her weak knees causing her to sink back down again almost immediately. Her cunt squished around the dick, his cum from before oozing out and further lubricating it.



The man groaned, louder, his cock now hard and large within her.



“That's it. Ride it. Ride it till you come. If you don't and I do, you'll be sucking it next.”



That was incentive enough to make her grit her teeth and push up again, further this time.

After several seconds, she found a rhythm. Push up, dragging his cock out of her almost to the end. Drop down, her own weight forcing it inside her deeply. At first, his hands on her breasts guided her until it finally started feeling so good that she didn't need guidance, fucking herself on his cock with loud, wanton moans.



The man's finger found her clit again and she cried out and sped up as the rough friction pushed her to the edge. She could hear him grunting, feel him swelling as he humped up. She knew he would come soon.



She sped up even more, the pace so harsh and frantic that she barely moved up his cock before slamming back down, impaling herself over and over, bouncing on his thick prick and then-



She came at the exact moment that he did. His body spurted again and again, filling her up even more and her own body rippled and clenched, milking him greedily.



This time, when he was finished, he pulled out and laid her face-down on the crates, closing her legs together. It trapped most of the cum inside her and she felt it squish unpleasantly.



By the time she recovered from her orgasm, reality had returned and she realised she'd just been raped, twice. The man was walking, naked, towards the tree where he'd left his ax.



She inhaled sharply and tried to move. Her limbs were heavy and uncoordinated. The beer in her system kept her body groggy, even as her mind felt sharp with fear.



“You stay right where you are, girl.” The man called back. “You started this, which means I get to finish it.”



He pulled the ax out of the tree, so easily. As he walked back over, his prick swaying slightly and looking like it was ready to think about going again just at the sight of her, she flinched away.



“Relax. I think you'll like this.” Was all he said, before he was behind her again, forcing her legs open wide and something thick and so much harder than his cock was shoved mercilessly inside.

 

She shouted, half from shock. He'd shoved the handle of his ax into her. It hurt in a different way... thinner across than his prick, but wider the other way. And it was rough. Her mind threw up images of splinters inside her most private area, only to realise that it would have been worn smooth enough by his hands by now. His calloused, sweaty hands. One of them may as well be shoved up inside her.

 

“Feels good, dunnit?” He taunted her, pushing and pulling at it in sharp bursts. “You should see your cunt, just sucking it in. Desperate to be filled again already. I knew you were a whore the moment I saw you. When you took off my hat and strutted over here, panting for it.”



Carmen moaned. It wasn't her fault! The base of the ax was flared, the contraction of her muscles naturally pulled it inwards.

 

It was worse this time. She'd just cummed, and wasn't feeling anywhere near as aroused as before. The ax handle inside her was toomuch pressure, shoved back and forth for the woodcutter's amusement.

 

“You said you'd let me go.” She whimpered, jerking as the man increased the force of his thrusts at the sound of her voice.

 

“What I said” The man corrected, doing something with his wrist so the hard length of wood rolled and rocked inside her. “Was that I wouldn't let you go without you getting off too. Gentlemanly of me, really. Now, by my count, I've got off twice and you only once. So:”

 

He pulled the ax handle out and teased it – dripping wet with both their cum – over her hole, which clenched viciously in reaction.

 

He chuckled.



“No!” Carmen begged, writhing to get away. Just the thought of the ax handle in her virgin ass was terrifying. It would rip her open! “Please! Don't!”



There was a pause.



“...Alright, girl. I got a deal for you. You beg me to fuck you like the whore you are, and I won't shove my ax in your hole till you beg me to let you suck me instead.”



Carmen choked out her agreement.

 

The man grunted. “Good. Start begging, whore. And don't move.”



He stood up and moved away a bit. Carmen kept her eyes shut tight.



“P-please..” She stuttered awkwardly. Even after everything they'd done – he'd done to her - or maybe because of it – begging for it was almost physically painful.

 

“Gotta do better'n that, whore.” The man called.

 

Swallowing, she tried again.



“P-please... please fuck me. I... I want you inside me. I want you fucking me.”



The words came easier once she started. The half-dozen pornos she'd seen in her life provided all the guidance she needed to fake it. She couldn't stop her voice from trembling though.



“I want-want your huge cock in my pussy. Want-” She choked on a sob and kept going. “Want you to fuck me, fill me up with your cum.”



The woodcutter chuckled and she could feel the sleazy edge to it.



“That's my girl.” He rumbled, now standing over her once more. He shoved three or four fingers into her cunt all at once, curling them and pulling them out saturated. After a moment, something slick and hard fumbled at her cunt again. Carmen stiffened and mewled a protest, but he'd only agreed not to shove the ax in her hole, not her cunt. At least her cunt could handle it, if not comfortably.

 

Still on her belly, she felt the ax being slid deep into her – more gently than anything he had done so far. He slid it in and in until it pressed up against something inside her – and still he pushed.



“Stop, stop!” She blurted. “Please! I-I mean. It won't go any further, it hurts!”

 

She got a satisfied grunt, a small shove of the ax and then something shifted and the pressure of the ax handle inside her changed slightly. Pressed down a bit into her.

 

“I just weighed it down, so that cunt of yours doesn't try to spit it out.” The woodcutter said abruptly. “Because I'mna need both hands for this.”

 

Then he fucked into her, rock-hard prick driving deeply into her hole, slicked and hot and thick.

 

She cried out again, pained and shocked and something else. The thickness in her ass, it hurt – but not as badly as her cunt had. As the woodcutter got balls deep and tried to shove himself in further – hands pulling back on her hips and little grunts escaping him with each try – she felt...



Full. Her cunt clenched around the ax handle as her asshole fluttered around the dick in her.

 

“Like I said, whore.” The man punctuated the word with a hard thrust. “You fucking love it. Now keep begging.”

 

Carmen moaned and obeyed.

 

The fire crackled as it burned low beside them, accompanying the grunts and groans of the man fucking into her and her own voice, begging and pleading for more, harder, faster, please please fuck me fuck me I want-I need-you're so-yes! Please!

 

She came first this time. It hit her out of nowhere, the discomfort turning to pleasure which rapidly became addictive. Her begging had been more than genuine towards the end, her hands clenching the lip of the crate beneath her to help her thrust back into the woodcutter's brutal slams, the ax pushing awkwardly within her but ultimately sliding mostly out under the combined force of their movement. Only the flared end stayed within her body, teasing her cunt by stretching it only to be sucked back in again, over and over.

 

This time, when she cried out, it was a woman's full-throated sound of pleasured satisfaction.

 

She felt his cum fill her again as she blacked out...



...And woke, redressed, in the pouring rain, back on the path.