Ranger Brett and Sissy Mark go Camping(3)
After Master Brett had dropped Chris back at his house ( he wasn't really camping), we drove back to my camp, and along the way Master Brett once again apologised, for deceiving me, but also reminded me that I wanted to become his Sissy Slut, and would do anything he wanted. I told him, "It was OK, and that the experience really highlighted just how much of a gay Sissy Boi I was or had become. I had no previous experience with sucking cock or being fucked by one, and definitely not two at the same time. Before this camping trip, I had only surf the net for porn sites that interested me and my preference for wearing soft feminine undies, and very rarely garters and stockings at times. And I certainly did enjoy my little fantasy at home, just wandering around the house in lovely silky undies and slip, but actually putting all those fantasies into reality is a completely different story.
We finally made it to the camp and Master Brett assured me that he would be back, to show me other interesting things the bush had to offer, we hugged and kissed each other goodbye, Master Brett taking one last chance to squeeze my girly arse, before he drove off in his truck.
The word camping had taken on a whole new meaning, and my Deliverance camping holiday had certainly lived up to the movie. There was a bit of day light left so I relit the camp fire and swung the metal jug over the flames, and heated enough water to take another shower and a well earned coffee. I allowed the water to cascade over me then turned off the valve, washed and soaped my now tender butt, and any stray cum that may have dribbled down my legs, not to mention my very well used mouth and face. Turning the valve back on I rinsed off, removing all the soap., gave my hair a quick wash, just before the last bit of water had run out. I dried off, threw on an old pair of track pants and a jumper, and set about cooking up the trout I'd caught earlier, I put the fish in foil with onions, tomato, a little chilli and a basil pesto sauce to give it an Italian feel. I matched everything up with a premade salad, 30 minutes later, I was tucking into my camp fire fish, (man cannot live on cum and sperm alone). Whilst eating tea, I had plenty of time to remember the day's adventures, and of course my cock wanted attention (bad luck I'm eating). I know it was wrong, but I couldn't wait to see the footage at some point, especially me cumming over Chris as he twisted my nipples, and the first time Master Brett introduced his horse cock into my girly arse, and the way he roared and moaned as he came in me, seeding my virgin arse. It was certainly a day to remember.
Dinner done and dusted, I stoked up the fire, went down to the river and cleaned off the dishes, noting that I probably need to clean them again when I had more light, But now was the time to relax kick back in the camp chair and just enjoy the night. Staring into the flames, you tend to drift off, so I decided to hit the sack, it had been a long adventurous day, and who knows what may happen over the next remaining days.
The following morning, I tried my hand at fishing again, moving from one spot to another, and finally picking up a pair of brown trouts slightly down river, and automatically went into chef mode, deciding how to cook them as I walked back to the camp and the warmth of the fire. I played it a bit smarter this time, I set up and stoke the fire before I left. I sorted out the fish and put them in the camp fridge, and settled in with a coffee and toast. There's just satisfying about sitting around a camp fire, staring into the flames, all the worries in the world seem to disappear. I made a decision to go for a drive to check out the local tourist sites, meet the local and perhaps grab a meal at the pub, it should take me about an hour or so to get there and on the way I could visit the waterfall. The day planned, my camera and phone were charged up, I then set about having a quick shower, shave and this time shaving my legs, (it truly is the down side to being a Sissy girl), but it feels great once it's done. There's no better feeling than sliding a pair of silky undies, up your legs and having them encase your arse, cock and balls.
I was so engrossed in feeling myself up and admiring my own body that I failed to hear the footsteps of someone approaching, He must have been watching me for a while, because he said that "I had lovely legs and definitely approved of my choice in panties", I was stunned that my privacy had been interrupted, but just said "thank you", I'd been caught again, but I was out in the bush and there are very few rules out here. I decided to carry on dressing, putting on another pair of shorts (not the cut offs) and shirt, jumper and a light jacket, and hiking boots. All the time I had this strangers eyes watching my every move. I offered him coffee and some toast, which he devoured; he gave off a weird feeling, but I wanted to be gracious, but preferred if he quickly moved on. As luck would have it, he did move on, saying that he had his camp about 3 kilometres, down river and said that he might drift back this way later on during the week, if I was still here. I must admit, I wasn't all that keen that a stranger knew where my camp was, but I might have been over reacting, and thinking too much into it. So I locked up my camp, as much as you can lock up a tent anyway, but I made sure to put anything of value into the truck, it was probably overkill, but I felt better as I drove away.
On the way to visits the sites, I dropped into the Rangers office, and saw Ranger Brett, letting him know about the stranger I got a visit from, he made an official report, getting a description, size and build, hair colour. He told me that he would drift down to where this guy said he had his camp, and check him out; he also said that he would do a cruise by my camp. That being done we said our goodbyes, and made arrangements to catch up later.
I spent the day looking at the tourist sites and enjoyed the hike into the bush to see the water falls, and took lots of photos. I had a very nice lunch at the pub, and even played snooker with one of the locals, prior to making my way back the little township and the general store, but more importantly the Rangers office, Brett was there and said that checked on both the stranger and his camp, but there was no sign of him, there was however lots of assorted stuff hidden under tarps, which he needed to talk to him about, but my camp site was fine, and in tacked. Ranger Brett pulled me aside and said that,"there had been a lot of stuff disappearing in the area, and some of the locals said that somebody had been stalking and acting strangely around their homes during the night. And it could very well be the same guy."
Ranger Brett asked me if I wanted to help capture the guy, but it may involve a bit of sexual enticement, given that the guy was making comments in the morning. I asked him what he wanted me to do, "I want you to go about your normal routine, especially the showering, shaving and whatever, parade your frilly knickers and butt, we need to draw him out, and if you can get him to admit or confess any of the stuff he's been up too, then we'll have proof, then we'll hand him over to the local police. I've got a few listening devises and cameras as you know, but we need solid evidence, and almost a confession. Are you up for it?, you don't have too, and he appears to have a thing for you, plus you know karate if things get out of hand"
I got back to my camp site, rearranged everything back to normal, cranked up the fire, and decided to cook steak and beans, on the grill plate, but whilst that was happening I discretely mounted the cameras, and the bugs around the camp site, so I had most vantage points covered, even inside the tent, should my visitor return. Then I acted as casually as possible, cooking and eating my tea, drinking coffee and soaking up the warmth and atmosphere of the camp fire. After I cleaned up the dishes, I decided to take things a step further by giving myself another enema, who knows I may need it, anyway, after completing that task I thought I would just sit around the camp fire in my silky undies and slip, and of course my cock thought this was an invitation to join the party. And it wasn't long before my little head started to control my big head, and my hand instinctively edged its way into my undies, enjoying the feeling of the soft material rubbing against the head of my cock, and being the Sissy Slut that I am, my other hand started to pull and pinch my nipples. I generally drift off into another world when I play with myself, picturing myself in all sorts of naughty scenarios. I was quickly brought back to reality, by the sounds of my mystery stranger, "It appears that I have interrupted you again, but you looked so nice just playing with yourself" I quickly pulled my hand out of my pants, leaving my cock standing all by itself giving my undies a 3D workout. "Do stop on my behalf, keep going, I shook my head, not wanting too, "I said keep going Slut, I like watching little girls play with themselves" Do as I say, if you know what's good for you" Pull that little Sissy Dick. I've seen others in this area, but you're the cutest Slut in this valley. But don't you dare cum, I have plans for you, and don't forget to pull those nipples, I know you love that" I may have been playing it up for the cameras, but I did love to pull and twist my nipples, and my hand was certainly loving the friction on my cock. "That's it Slut, you filthy whore pull that girly cock."
I was so engrossed in what I was doing that I didn't hear him approach, and then a cold shiver ran up my entire body as he touched me, I was able to cope when there was some distance between us, but now he was next to me. He grabbed my hands and twisted them behind my back, and secured them with some type of cord, for the first time I felt helpless, he put his hands either side of my silk panties and rip them off, leaving my cock swinging in the breeze, then he made me kneel as he dropped his jeans and jocks to expose his stiff cock, "Suck my cock bitch, and make it good, I'm going to fuck your girly mouth" I told him to FUCK OFF, it's not going to happen" he grabbed my nipples and dam near ripped them off, "You're going to do as I say Slut, now open your mouth, I've taken little girls like you before, whether they wanted to or not" with that he twisted my nipples, causing me to open my mouth, then he shoved it in, it smelt and tasted rank, I'm sure he hadn't washed for days, and thank god it wasn't the same size as Master Brett's beautiful cock, I shook my head and turned my head away, only to receive more abuse on my nipples. He just continued to push his cock into my mouth, crudely trying to fuck it.
" Fuck this he said, and drag me over to my truck, dropping the tail gate, then secured one hand to the hinge cable , then did the same thing to the other hand my hands either side, effectively stopping any upper body movement. I was helpless, and very much exposed, I pleaded with him to stop, "Please don't, I don't want your filthy cock in me, or getting fucked or touched by you, this is RAPE, stop now and I won't say anything" he just laughed at pushed his cock deeper into my unprotected butt, "I've fucked toy boys and Sissy bois up and down this valley, and have photos of all those young tweaks that have sucked me cock, but your arse is just screaming out to get pounded, and your just another one, to add to my list, I kept moving my arse so he couldn't get a clear run, trying to make it as difficult as possible. I may have been rubbing myself raw on the tail gate, but his ride wasn't easy, and I'm fairly positive that he had lost his stiff cock, and eventually gave it up as a bad joke. "Fuck you Slut, your more trouble than your worth," He untied my hands punched me in the stomach, then retied me to a low lying limb near the camp site, then took lots of photos of my stiff cock and exposed arse, I couldn't resist making a comment, "At least one of us can keep his dick up, not like your puny prick", and that was the last I remember, after I was punched in the head.
The next thing I remember, I was being held in the strong arms of Master Brett, and he had untied me, put some clothes on me, and then made me a coffee. " For a Sissy Bitch, you have some balls on you, you allowed that guy to almost have his way with you, but teased him enough to confess everything, he even stole your truck, went back to his camp filled it up with all the stolen property, just in time for the police to capture him red handed. With the verbal confession about his sex attacks in the valley, and you being the raped, plus stolen vehicle" I don't think we'll see him for a very long time."
"When you're feeling up to it, I'll take you into town, have you checked out by our doctor, and tomorrow you can make a statement to the police. But I must warn you, I think you've gain legend status in the valley already, the word has gotten out very quickly, and you're a hero to the locals, we have been chasing this guy for about a year, but have never been able to join the pieces." "Unfortunately you can't have a shower yet, until the Doc does his swabs and tests." How are you feeling?, what a fantastic effort!, I'm sorry I put you in that position" "STOP IT NOW" I said, "Nothing really happened, and truth be known I could have gotten out of his pitiful knots, but the more I tease the scum bag the more he spoke , and of course, the more evidence piled up against him".
"Let's get into town and see the doc, and then I can have a shower, I wouldn't mind a drink at the pub either", "Done, let's go". The Doc checked me out, a few bruises; he took some anal swabs, checked for any concussion, and allowed me to use his shower. An hour later, we were sitting in the pub having a drink and a bowl of chips, and not once did I put my hand in my pocket, I looked at Brett, questioning why?, he just said "Hero Status, and you had better get used to it," You'll probably have a statue in your honour by the end of the week", we just laughed. We had a few more drinks then Brett took me back to the camp, we sat by the fire, and discussed various aspects of the sting, Brett collected all the listening devices, and cameras for evidence.
Brett was just about to leave, and I leaned over and whispered in his ear, "To give me a couple of days, then if he wanted to come back, with his hand cuffs he could tie me to the truck or tree, and fuck my girly cunt, making me squeal like a pig or make me suck his beautiful horse cock until he blew his load in my mouth or even better yet, punish me for being such a Sissy Slut"
"Be careful what you wish for, this could be your Deliverance story" and we have lots of lonely Hill Billies up here. We hugged and kissed each other good bye, and then I headed for the tent for a well earned rest.
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