The Meadow Snare

"Ace bandage--you wrap them--sir." Despite my tears and uncomfortable situation, I calmly explained how I had carefully hid my breasts for the past few months until I was ready to come out as transsexual.

"So nice." He suddenly gave my breast a rough squeeze, and I yelped out and tried to pull away. He tugged roughly at my bra. "Take it off. Now!" It was a command and I wasn't ready to find out what would happen if I disobeyed.

"Yes, sir." I reached behind and unclasped the flower-printed article and let if drop to my feet. The breeze teased my sensitive nipples and a shiver ran up my spine. Jason whistled, then he nodded at the boys, and before I could interpret the meaning of the gesture, the boys had each taken hold of my arms, and held me firmly in front of Jason. Exposed. Vulnerable.

The sobs came back; I couldn't help it. Why were they doing this to me? What did I do to deserve this?

"Please stop, Jason. Please, let me go home, sir. I never did anything to you!" Jason ignored my desperate pleadings and instead began torturing my nipples. Using his hand and mouth, he began to bite, rub, pinch and squeeze my sensitive aerolas, and I squirmed uncontrollably from the discomfort. I cried aloud.

"Stop, pleeeeasse! No more! Noooo!" I was bawling now, but he didn't relent. The two boys were laughing hysterically at my distress. My words turned to squeals, and the pain from my breasts was unbearable. I thought I was gonna die.

But nobody could hear me. The clearing was several miles from any semblance of civilization, and our campsite, where I assumed Mark was still sleeping, was a good three miles east, over a foothill. Eventually, as the sensation dulled, I wondered if I was the boys' first victim. Maybe other girls had suffered here, in this same clearing. Maybe they had wondered the same thing. I cursed my naivety. I was such an easy victim. I was weak, alone, and I couldn't report this; the boys were untouchable. No body would give a shit that a transsexual had been taken in the woods. Some would even believe that I had it coming.