The next thing Jemimah knew, somebody was kneeling on her back pressing her face down into the camping bed. She kicked and screamed but her arms were being twisted up behind her by hands stronger than hers. There was a rasp of tape and her wrists were bound together. Then her head was pulled up and a strip of tape was slapped across her lips. A weight settled over her middle and her kicking legs were captured and bent together with her ankles crossed. More tape was wrapped around them, holding them firmly crossed with her thighs splayed apart. Then the weight left her, and she was flipped onto her back.

Fearfully she found herself staring up into the ruddy face of Ted Hillman. He was a burly, greying fortyish solid man, dressed in boots and a green waxed jacket and was one of the volunteer Heath Rangers who use the hut. She had seen him around for years going steadily about his job...

'So, what are you doing sleeping starkers on my bed, Jemimah Brown?' he asked, looking her naked, trembling body up and down and licking his lips. There was the same strange look in his eyes that Hazel had had in hers. An emptiness where sympathy and understanding should be, which had been replaced by greed and desire.

Freed from guilt or doubt...

'I see you broke a window to get in. Naughty girl. And somehow you lost your clothes as well. That was careless... not that I'm complaining.' His big hand closed over her right breast and squeezed it until she whimpered. 'I always wondered what these looked like, when I saw them bouncing about under your running top when you jogged past. Sometimes I jerked off thinking about them. And now here they are, all lovely and warm and ripe and ready to be squeezed...' He flicked her nipples which were swelling and standing up hard.

Jemimah stared at him in horror. Here was another person who had secretly been fantasising about her! And now she was in his power. She whimpered and shook her head and struggled feebly, but it was no use.

He rolled her onto her front and then sat down the bed and hauled her over his knees bottom-up. Then he began to slap her buttocks one at a time almost thoughtfully.

'These are even better than I imagined them as well,' he said. 'A perfect bum for spanking...'

And he began to spank her firmly, imprinting his handprint on her buttocks that flattened and shivered like jelly each time he slapped them. After a dozen such blows Jemimah was sobbing, her tears dripping to the floor. Her bottom felt as if it was on fire. Then he ran his rough fingers through the cleft of her buttocks and up between her thighs, feeling the smooth wet gash of her vulva, which was to her shame staining his trousers. She tried to close her thighs, but her crossed and taped ankles prevented her.

Then she shuddered, feeling sick and revolted and yet deep within her inexpressibly thrilled. Not again... not again!

He turned her onto her back so that her bottom was balanced across his knees, and thrust his fingers up into her cleft, stretching the mouth of her vagina. 'Real tight and very juicy...' He pulled his fingers out of her and examined the slippery juices covering them. 'You're a little dribbler, aren't you? Never would have believed it, though I often imagined you this way.' He rubbed his slippery wet fingers over her burning buttocks, soiling them, hurting them and soothing them slightly all at the same time. 'But you're not a virgin,' he continued. 'Did you lose it recently when you lost your clothes?'

Numbly she blinked up at him through her tear red eyes and nodded.

'Pity, I would have liked to be the first with you. But you've still got plenty to offer...'

He heaved her back onto the bed, so that her tanned bottom rasped across the canvas.

He took up the reel of repair tape that had already been so useful in restraining her and unwound a long strip that he pressed down over her throat and taped the ends to the sides of the camp bed, holding her head down. Then he freed her crossed ankles and pulled them wide and taped them to the lower corners of the bed.

Hillman took off his jacket and his boots. Then he stood over her and undid his flies. A large thick cock sprang out rock hard. Jemimah stared at it in horrified fascination, knowing where it was going to go and feeling her pussy tingling and filling with another surge of lubrication. A fourth strange man was going to have his way with her...

No, not a strange man, she corrected herself. It was a man she had known for years ago who had hidden a dark secret lust for her. That made it even worse...

Hillman mounted her and rammed his cock into her pussy. He was bigger than the three hooded young men and stretched her still woefully mistreated and inexperienced vagina even further. His weight was driving the breath from her, her breasts were flattened against his chest as he ground across her, her nipples rasping over shirt. Through her tear-wet eyes, Jemimah found herself staring up into his contorted and flushed face that was revelling in his own delight without a care for her feelings.

The bed creaked under their combined weight and the shaking Hillman's thrusts gave it. He was filling her to bursting and she was going to split in two. It was too much! She was going to die...

And then her loins exploded again.