[F4M] Lost Little Camper (noncon)

Once a year I take a week off from my hectic life, unplug, and pitch a tent somewhere in the wilderness. I’ve taken many trips over the years and have seen the most beautiful landscapes, waterfalls, and nights under the stars.

But this time I wanted a challenge. I’d always heard about the scenic views of a mountain chain a state up and decided to spend a week hiking. I plan out my campsites on my maps and prepare to go. I pack light but efficiently, always leaving my cell phone at home in exchange for a radio.

The first two days where incredible and went off without a hitch. I was on the middle of my journey to my third planned campsite, traversing a precarious trail that had been washed out, when the ground beneath my feet crumbled. My fingers grasped at anything they could to stabilize myself, but my packed pulled me back, snatching my body down over the side of the mountain.

I don’t know how far I fell or for how long. It must have been over quicker than it felt, gravity has a funny way of playing out in slow motion like that.

My pack absorbed the worst of the first blow, my body tumbling heels over head to drag my front side down the rocky terrain until momentum sent me tumbling again. I let out a small scream of fear, flailing to stop my downward momentum until my chest bounced off a tree. The blow left me dazed and gasping for breath that my traumatized diaphragm refused to take in. And just as quickly as it started, it was over.

My body finished it’s downward journey, reaching the valley between mountains. I rolled, my head smacking against a rock just before my momentum ran out.

I let out a groan, dazed as I weakly try to sit up before promptly passing out. And that’s how you find me, my body battered and limp.

You’d been out here for years, having answered the call for solitude long ago. You went off the grid, finding the most remote place in the mountains and calling it your home. Sometimes you hike into the nearest town for supplies, but mostly you keep to yourself. And that can get so lonely. As much as you enjoyed your solitude, you couldn’t deny the ache you had for the warmth and softness of a woman.

You heard my scream when I fell and upon finding me injured, decide not to refuse a gift from the universe.

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Looking for a rape rp where you rescue me and then forcibly take your reward - me. You can be so sweet, gentle, and caring in one breathe and then are capable of extreme cruelty in the next. (Or however you want to play your character). I’m also open to just how injured my character is, she doesn’t have to be very injured or she could be absolutely dependent upon your character.

I have a lot of kinks, some of my favorites are forced orgasms, dark romance, Stockholm, breeding, bondage, anal, insertions, deep throat, humiliation , spankings, forced dd/lg (above the age of 18), cum play, enemas, and breast play. There are a lot more but these are some of my favorites.

Any prompts on my page are still open.

limits: underage, scat, extreme gore