Rowan

My name is Will and my wife, Rowan, had a rugged camping trip planned for months. We had been married for two years and this was a trip we wanted to do prior to starting a family. My wife is 24, 5 foot 2 inches and 122 pounds and fit. she has c cup breasts and leg muscles like a ballet dancers. She has light brown hair and gorgeous brown eyes and a perfect smile with little dimples on her cheeks. We would hike for 12 hours each day and camp near the trail each night. We were loving every minute of it, the nature, the scenery, the clean air, everything. On the fifth day we were approached from behind by two large men. They were camping like we were, trying like us to make the 75 mile trail within two weeks, which is what our vacation time would allow. The two men, Ace and Mac seemed nice enough. They were in fantastic shape, looked like professional football players instead of hikers and could have left us in the dust and went forward on the trail leaving us behind. Instead The lingered and asked if they could join us on our trip, saying that the increased numbers would make us safer from the large predators in the forest. It made sense to us initially but they seemed to be paying extra close attention to every move Rowan made. Even before the first hike day was over with Ace and Mac, Rowan was sensing that their intentions weren't innocent as the tried to cop feels helping her down ledges and would hike behind her watching her ass as she walked. The idea of the attentions did give me an unspoken thrill and a sense of pride knowing how attractive my wife was. Rowan on the other hand was completely against their subtle advances.

On the second day of hiking, at the end of the day we all pitched our tents and prepared to settle down for the evening. Rowan went on her own to a little stream and washed her body before coming back to camp with wet hair and shivering. Ace approaches me and says he and I should go collect firewood to help Rowan get warm. I knew he was right. Mac would stay and finish up setting up the firepit in preparation for a fire and cooking something for dinner. Mac, after we left entered our tent while Rowan was partially dressed and forced himself on her, his 9" cock ready for action as she protested his advances.

"The thing about wilderness," Mac said, casually palming the hunting knife strapped to his thigh while staring at Rowan’s wet t-shirt clinging to her small frame, "is how easy it is for accidents to happen." Will watched his wife’s knuckles whiten around her towel, the way her damp hair dripped onto shoulders still pink from scrubbing in the icy stream. Ace’s chuckle beside him was warm—too warm, the kind that made Will’s pulse jump in a way that wasn’t entirely fear. Two days ago, he’d swelled with pride watching these muscled strangers track Rowan’s swaying hips up the trail. Now, with dusk swallowing the last safe daylight, the way Mac’s gaze lingered on their tent’s zipper made Will’s stomach drop. Rowan’s sharp intake of breath when Mac "accidentally" brushed against her changing in there earlier hadn’t sounded like flirtation. Ace clapped Will’s shoulder. "Wood won’t gather itself," he said, but his eyes stayed fixed on Rowan shivering in the cooling air, her nipples pebbled visibly under thin fabric. Somewhere behind them, the tent flap rustled.

The second Will and Ace disappeared into the treeline, Mac’s hand was already gripping the tent zipper, his thick fingers sliding it down with deliberate slowness. Rowan froze mid-motion, one arm still tangled in her dry shirt, the damp one crumpled at her feet. "Don’t—" she started, but Mac was inside before she could finish, his bulk filling the cramped space, the reek of sweat and pine resin suffocating. He didn’t speak, just reached out and hooked a finger under the strap of her sports bra, snapping it against her skin with a sting that made her gasp. Outside, the distant crack of branches under Will’s boots faded into the forest’s indifferent hum. Mac’s grin showed too many teeth. "Bet you’re the type who likes to scream," he murmured, thumb tracing the racing pulse in her throat. "Do it. Let’s see if he runs back fast enough."

Rowan’s breath hitched as Mac’s other hand slid down her stomach, fingers dipping beneath the waistband of her hiking shorts with predatory ease. The cold metal of his knife pressed against her thigh, a silent threat that needed no explanation. Her mind raced—fight or flight—but flight was impossible in the cramped tent, and fighting would only escalate things faster. She forced herself to go still, calculating, even as his rough fingers pushed lower. Outside, the distant murmur of Will and Ace’s voices carried back to camp, laughter too casual for the storm brewing inside her chest. Mac leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "Smart girl," he whispered, but she wasn’t surrendering—she was waiting. The moment his grip loosened just enough, she drove her knee upward with every ounce of strength her dancer’s legs could muster.

The impact connected with brutal precision, and Mac's choked grunt filled the tent as he doubled over. Rowan didn't hesitate—she scrambled for the tent flap, her bare feet slipping on the nylon floor. But Mac recovered faster than she expected, his hand lashing out to grab a fistful of her damp hair, yanking her back with a force that sent her crashing onto her back. His knee pinned her thigh, his weight crushing the air from her lungs as he leaned down, his face twisted in fury. "Wrong move," he spat, the knife now pressed to the soft skin beneath her chin. The distant voices outside grew louder—Will and Ace returning—but Rowan's pulse roared in her ears, drowning out everything except the cold certainty in Mac's eyes: this wasn't over. Not even close. She is forced to stay quiet with the knife against her throat as she heres her husband and Ace dump their load of wood and walk back towards the woods to gather more.

The tent flap whipped open with a violent gust just as Mac's cock touched Rowan's bare skin—but it wasn't Will standing there. Ace filled the doorway, his silhouette blocking the last bloody streaks of sunset, his expression unreadable until he stepped inside and the dim light caught the predatory gleam in his eyes. "Now Mac," he drawled, voice dripping with false disappointment as he crouched beside them, one massive hand closing over Mac's wrist to slowly push the knife away, "you know better than to start the party without me." Rowan's stomach lurched as Ace's free hand slid possessively up her bare side, his calloused fingers skimming the edge of her bra while his thumb brushed the material past her nipple, Her erect nipple jutting out into the cool moutain air. Behind them, Will's confused shout cut through the trees—closer now, but not close enough—and Ace's chuckle vibrated against Rowan's skin as he leaned down to lick the copper taste off her collarbone. "Let's give your husband a show he won't forget," he murmured, just as Mac's grip tightened in her hair again. Macs unleashed his 9" cock and Ace exposed his 7 1/2" thick cock, stroking it as he watched Rowan struggle. Ace tells Will, you had better not fight this, there is no one coming to help. Mac takes her sports bra off and removes her pants and panties still holding the knife. Your wife is going to enjoy the rest of her camping trip with all of the new of extracurricular activity’s she will be involved in, you can enjoy the show, join in or get lost in the woods. Will sees that their situation is dire and he is outnumbered. He looks at Rowan, nude and splayed out on the sleeping bag with macs 9" cock touching her glistening slit, with defeated eyes. Honey, the best thing to do is not fight it. Please do what they ask and they will let us go when we finish the hike. Rowan is going to make the absolute best out of this situation. This will be 8 more days of hiking and who knows what else may be involved.

Will...'What the fuck, you two are fucking Rapists"? "She would never agree to something like this Mac. She didn't want you two to stay in the first place"!

Mac..."She's now a willing participant Will. She knows what good for her is also good for you, if you catch my drift there Will".