By Lee Donkenburg

Ch1

“Damn – I’m unusually rural, today, I’d say!”, Mary said to herself, driving through a woodland. The engine coughed, for who knows how many times. “Come on, little one! Please keep going until I’m back in civilisation!”, trying to encourage herself, and possibly her car. Her GPS was showing her through the woods, including an eight kilometre round on gravel roads – Something which made her a bit nervous over where she’d really end up. The engine coughed again, making her try pumping the engine going, trying to pump between the speeder and the clutch, which didn’t help, drowning the engine. She rolled onto a patch of gravel, to the side of the road she had been following for the last 45 minutes. The engine spluttered and coughed, but refused to die, completely. “I guess, I’ll have to let it dry out a bit”. She took a sip of a mineral water, which she luckily had bought before going on her trip, for the day. “Darned stupid, we hold our company summer event in the middle of bloody nowhere, again”. She pulled out her phone, looking through google maps, trying to figure out how far she was from everything, at that moment. She played about with the zoom on the app, to figure out how far she really was from everything, in that moment, finding herself 25 minutes driving from the nearest bigger settlement, meaning anything with more than 200 inhabitants. “Dammit, I should have gone with the bus, like everybody else in my department”. She sat for a moment, looking around the car. “I guess, I could try again”, she murmured, turning the key in the ignition. A cough or two, and the car was going, again. “Thank fucking God!”, she sighed, rolling out on the road, again, and driving for a good 15 minutes, before the car spluttered again – This time, for a last time. The car stalled, and wouldn’t turn on again. Mary scrolled through the maps app, trying to find a mechanic in the area, lastly deciding to note the location of the car, in the app, then going to find help from a local.

“I should definitely have brought more sensible shoes than flip-flops and heels”, she sighed, walking the 6 km route to the closest civilisation, A manor or mansion she found on the maps app, in her flip-flops. A good 15 minutes into the walk, and her flip-flops turned into more than a light annoyance, as she developed blisters. “Hnnnggg, this sucks”, she thought, while walking on. Through the woodland, a cool wind flowed along the roads. Mary took a moment to smell the fantastic scent, as the wind blew through her brown hair. “Lucky it’s summer! This would have sucked in autumn!”, she said to herself. Feeling a bit fresher, after that windy experience, she found energy to go a bit faster. She looked through the trees, trying to orientate herself towards her goal. However, apart from the road in front and behind her, she saw nothing but trees. Deep woods, deep secrets.

On her walk, she thought about how she ended up in this kind of mess. Having long wondered why she stayed at the, to put it lightly, messily managed company, she’d been working at for 3 years, and risen to reasonably high ranks in record time, due to largely tolerating the sad, sexual harassment from a middle-manager, who’ve been a bit of a failure, on the home-front, with a wife who barely tolerates him, making him come with edgy remarks, and slapping Mary in her behind, in the pinstripe skirt and white shirt, he insists she must be wearing, when at work. “Sad little manling – If only, I had any opportunity to advance, without having that sad, little old pig pushing me against the wall in the kitchenette, and befuddling my butt” She shivered at the thought of him taking further steps, passing at her. “To be honest – If he ever tried, I probably wouldn’t feel his assault – He probably have a smaller penis than any porn grosser”. She smiled at the thought of kicking him off, if he tried to hop onto her. “Thinking about it – I’ve actually never really been into “only” guys – Am I Bi? Or just desperate for something which actually is pleasant to look at, and doesn’t smell of brandy and cigarettes?”. Hitting a junction, with asphalt on one axis and gravel on the other, she found a bench, made from wooden logs. She put her hand on the seats to see if they were dry enough to sit on without getting a wet butt, then sat down. “Wonder how fantastic it would be, one day, to try “Playing” with a girl”. Starting into the abyss of the woods, her mind started wandering. Seeing herself just in her panties, tied to a tree, with another girl caressing her boobs and butt. She saw the girl touching her all over her body, shivering when she started tinkering with the clitoris. The girl would take a piece of string and whittling off the bark of a stick, making a makeshift bit-gag. A moment later, Mary found herself moaning with a hands on her breasts. “Okay, this is wild!”, she thought. “If only I knew where to find a girl like that – Forever Alone, I guess”.

Checking up on her feet, she poked at a blister, which almost burnt at the touch. She looked around, and got out her phone, to see if she was still in the right direction, seeing her goal about a further 15 minutes of walking. “Gotta carry that pain, for now, I guess”, she thought, walking off, along the asphalt road. 25 minutes later, and she found herself by a tall, painted wall, stretching over, at least, 800 metres, along the road, before she found a gate. She tried opening it, by pushing at it, then knocking on it, to no avail. Then she looked around the gate, finding a door telephone. She pressed the “call” button, waiting for a moment, when the little screen turned on, revealing a woman. “Hello?”.

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