4 comments/ 6933 views/ 9 favorites Opening Dora's Box Pt. 01 By: LukeCoolhand Dora got onto her bike, smiling at her good fortune. It had been raining on and off for the last few weeks, but today was gloriously bright and sunny... just perfect for a bike ride, her favorite form of exercise. Swinging her left leg over the saddle, she straddled the bicycle and pushed off, aware that the neighbour was staring. He had probably been waiting for her to appear, as she usually did on a sunny day. He seemed to look forward to seeing her in her tight shorts and mini tee, and could always be counted upon to be pottering around in his garden every sunny day, when he knew she would be setting off on her bike ride... and later on when she returned too. Each time she appeared, he would be there, staring unabashedly at her. He never tried to speak to her, he just stared at her as if his gaze could strip the clothes off her body. She smiled. It never bothered her that men would look at her that way. It creeped out a lot of her girlfriends, though, so much so that she had a lot less girlfriends than she used to have. She had heard from one of her ex-girlfriends that it was also because she was a cocktease, with her tight and short outfits, and especially when she dressed for casual occasions, like today. But she didn't care in the least that others would think of her that way. "Why do you always have to wear such tiny shorts?" her friend Susie used to say. "You look... almost naked!" She would merely smile at Susie and reply that she simply "felt like it". Too bad Susie seldom spoke to her anymore, but that was not any of Dora's doing... why, she hadn't ever set out to snare the attentions of Susie's boyfriend, but Peter insisted on pursuing her despite her consistent demurrals. It really wasn't her fault that Peter started giving her expensive gifts... more expensive than the ones Susie had ever gotten from him. The truth was, Dora never saw the need to bend to anyone else's expectations of her. She was a confident young woman in the prime of her life, and if she preferred to wear her shorts and shirts a little tighter, it was her business and nobody else's. After all, she wasn't going to have the same shape the rest of her life... and besides, she wasn't walking about in her underwear or naked, in spite of what others said about her. She sighed and shrugged her shoulders, ignoring the joggers who were also enjoying the sunny day, but who had stopped short to whistle at her as she rode past. What mattered most to her was that she knew she wasn't anything at all like the slut/whore that everyone else seemed determined to paint her as. Dora was just a decent young woman enjoying the prime of her life. And unlike the rumors (as well as many of her supposedly demure girlfriends), she hadn't ever slept with anyone in all her 21 years of life. Furthermore, she didn't see that record breaking anytime soon... the men she knew, and who tried to get to know her, were just too tiresome and needy to be interesting to speak to, never mind get into bed with. No need for men in her life, for sure. She giggled as a car screeched to a stop on the road beside her. The old man driving it looked like he was having a heart attack, the way his eyes were bugging out as she rode past. She heard a loud screeching of brakes behind her, followed by a hurried shifting of gears, which immediately precipitated a loud blaring of horns as the cars behind it protested at the old geezer's plans to reverse direction. Cheekily, she raised her hips slightly so he could get a better look at her ass in the rear view mirror as she rode away. "Pervert!" she thought at him as she turned into a shaded lane where there was no road traffic and only just the occasional jogger. Dora liked the attention of the guys, but she was no fool... and she certainly didn't want to be cited as the cause of any accidents. In spite of her poor reputation amongst the girls, she really wasn't someone who set out to hurt anyone deliberately. She was really quite kind at heart, although she had a slightly naughty nature that she supposed she ought to tame. Oh well. That was something she had to put on her "to do" list. The path she regularly took was quiet today, which surprised her a little, given it had been raining for quite a number of days. She had expected to see the same old regulars on the route, but Dora found herself riding alone on the small forest path. Not that she minded in the least. Although she enjoyed getting looked at, she equally enjoyed her own company, because it meant she didn't have to deal any bothersome questions or weird (and mostly lame) come-ons from any besotted men. Hmmm. Dora pursed her lips. Something... was distracting her. It felt like... her shorts were a little too tight... down there. Without slowing down, she looked down between her pumping thighs. It was the same pair of shorts she had worn the last time she had gone riding... and she was certain she hadn't put on any weight, so... why did it feel like..? A frown creased her brow as she tried to remember which pair of panties she had put on before starting out. It had been an old pair, she was sure of it. She preferred to cycle in her most comfortable underwear and usually made sure to not be wearing anything new or lacy because they would be more likely to chafe. Old underwear gave her a sense of freedom, of almost being naked under her shorts. But today... it seemed as if her panties were riding up... into her cleft. Dora never discussed her private parts with anyone, not even her doctor, because she felt it was truly something that had to be "private". But she had heard her friends' discussions and attended enough biology classes to know what her pussy, cunt, vulva and vagina were. She just didn't feel very comfortable even thinking of these words. There was no denying it... she felt a tightness, a restriction down below, right at the juncture between her thighs. She looked around, even more glad for her solitude, then reached down with her right hand and tugged at the offending material, pulling it away from her abraded vulva. There... she thought it. In the leafy green solitude of the forest, it didn't sound quite as bad as she thought it would. Her vulva. Hmmm. Settling back onto the saddle of her bicycle, Dora continued her ride, the word still echoing somewhere in the back of her mind. Her vulva. She could feel her vulva. It was kind of... moist down there, now that she was thinking about it. "Damn, I hope that doesn't leave a wet spot," she thought to herself. "It'd make everyone's day to see me with wet shorts on a sunny day!" She laughed out loud and surprised herself with how loud she sounded in the hushed forest. It was quite strange, really, to be all alone in the forest, riding her bicycle... and laughing at her own reticence in even thinking about her private parts. It really was quite funny. There it was again. Her shorts were riding up into her pussy. She saw that the path was quite even up ahead, so she took the chance to look down at her shorts while she raised her hips off the saddle. What she saw made her swerve and nearly fall off her bike. Her pussy lips were bulging out from the sides of her pant legs, the cotton gusset of her shorts having slid up into the groove of her vulva. Fuck! She stopped abruptly and listened for the sound of any approaching biker or jogger. Nothing but the gentle rustling of the leaves reached her ears. "What the fuck... what's going on?" she thought to herself as she reached down and gingerly plucked the intruding material from her cleft. Her shorts were now most certainly wet. Damn! Looking around again, Dora adjusted her shorts so they hung lower on her butt. It was then that she realised that she didn't seem to have put on her panties before her ride. Or that they had somehow disappeared from under her shorts. "Not into me, I hope," she thought wryly. "What the fuck was I thinking this morning?" Perhaps she had been too overjoyed by the sunny day that she forgot that most important piece of clothing. Well, she would have to make do with what she had on, that was for sure. Shrugging her shoulders and trying not to be too conscious about it, she got back into the seat and began riding again. "I must be losing my mind," she told herself, trying to see the funny side of it. "Early senile dementia!" After a few minutes, she began to relax. She was alone in here after all, and no one would know what had happened. And if anyone did come along, she would simply pull her shorts back up and slow down, so her shorts wouldn't ride up like they had. Like they... were still doing... damn it! To make matters worse, the moment she realised it was happening, she thought she heard the sounds of someone jogging not too far behind her... so, stopping to adjust her shorts right there would only bring attention to her. "I've got to... carry on..." she told herself as she pumped the pedals harder, trying to put some distance between herself and the heavy breathing of the jogger behind her. She couldn't let anyone see her like that... with her pussy lips sticking out the sides of her shorts! She didn't dare turn to look for fear she would fall off the bike, since the path had turned a little rough. Although she didn't look down at herself, she knew it was getting worse. She could feel the leather saddle pressing up against the insides of her vulva, right up against her secret flesh. It was slippery with her sweat, and something else too. She blushed furiously and pedalled still harder, trying to clear the incline ahead of her before the jogger caught up. If she could just make it up past the slope... she could at least find the time to pull down her shorts before the jogger was upon her. As she pedalled ever more frantically, she realised that things were getting worse. Far worse. Her shorts did not offer her vulva any protection from the bicycle seat... it felt as if the soft, sensitive flesh between her legs was pressed right up against the leather saddle. Dora gasped as she felt something trickle down from deep within her belly. It tickled and tingled as it slid down her vagina until it reached her vulva, where the cool leather made her secret place feel really hot. In agony, Dora raised herself off the saddle, hoping that the jogger wasn't close enough to her to notice what was going on... but the rough path she was riding on kept bumping the saddle up against her. The wet slapping of leather on her pussy sounded really loud in the forest. Worse, the saddle began to feel like an obscene tongue, licking lasciviously at her secret parts. Dora gritted her teeth to keep herself from crying out, but she knew her breathing was ragged and harsh. The leather slapping against her pussy was getting warmer... or maybe it was her pussy that was getting hotter. It didn't matter... what mattered most now was to get herself up over the top of the incline, even though the sensations at her vulva were beginning to overpower her, sending streaks of lightning darting out from her leaking groin and out across her weakening body. "Oh god... what will happen... if I don't get up there before... before..?" she wondered as she tried to maintain control over her flailing legs. It was getting much harder to cycle now that her knees were going soft, and she wasn't able to raise herself off the saddle anymore. The net effect of this was that the saddle remained pressed up against her twitching, weeping sex... meaning the "tongue" she had felt licking at her pussy was now pressed up hard against her privates. "I've... got... to... do... it!" she muttered to herself, trying hard to ignore the delightful flaring sensations down between her thighs. It was causing multiple spasms in her muscles, and she knew she was wobbling quite a bit. It was only a matter of time before she had to stop. The top of the incline was suddenly conquered with one gargantuan effort, and Dora found herself sailing over the top. "Oh god oh god oh god oh god oh GOD!" she thought as she was airborne for an instant, then landed hard on the path. Her breath whooshed out of her as the saddle slapped hard on her sensitive valley, and she almost screamed out loud at the excruciating pain/pleasure as she slid forward and the bicycle seat found that tiny part of her that was so painfully sensitive. The tiny pinpricks that had been leaking surreptitiously from her pussy suddenly reversed direction to reach back into her, slipping past her lower lips and delving into her core. A tiny gush of liquid washed out of her, making her feel cold and hot at the same time. She shivered in its aftermath and the bicycle wobbled precariously as the sensations threatened to overcome her. That was when it occurred to her to look down at herself. This time, Dora did fall off her bike in shock. She couldn't believe her eyes when she looked down she saw that she was naked from the waist down, her plump pussy lips pressed firmly against the shiny bicycle seat. "Fuck!" she said out loud, then quickly looked around for the jogger she'd heard behind her. If she had been cycling without her shorts on, he would have seen her pussy, her ass... oh god. What was going on? Was she going mad? How could she have left the house like this? Did that mean all those people had..? Her fall was cushioned by a bush by the side of the road. Fortunately, she hadn't been going at a great speed at that point in time, so the crash was more loud and embarrassing than it was painful. The branches of the bush tugged at her tank top, one painfully prodding at her right breast. She looked down again, sure that she would have been scratched badly down there... and saw that her shorts were still on her. "What the f..?" she started, then remembered that there was possibly someone just behind her. Someone whom she'd thought had seen her naked buttocks as she rode her bicycle. She grabbed her bike and dragged it further into the bushes at the side, waiting for the jogger to go by. It was also a good opportunity for her to catch her breath after her... electric distraction. She might have imagined her shorts disappearing, but the little shockwaves still running across her groin told her the... arousal... she had felt... was real. Pushing herself further into the bushes, Dora squatted and waited. No one came along. The heavy breathing she had heard behind her... was that also her imagination? What was wrong with her? After a few minutes had passed, she felt safe enough to get back onto the path. She had also taken the time to check - her panties and shorts were still on her, although her panties had slipped into the groove of her sex and were probably what caused the sensation of her pussy being licked. At least, that was what she told herself. Looking around to confirm that she was indeed alone in the forest, Dora slipped her fingers into the legs of her shorts and pulled the offending material out of her swollen vulva. It felt very, very wet. Shit. A few more minutes passed before she was confident enough to continue on her bike ride. By this time, she had convinced herself that what had happened was due to an overactive imagination, the meal she had had last night, and even the strange little gift she had received this morning, nothing more. Gingerly swinging her leg over the still slippery saddle, Dora decided that she would NOT look down at herself for the remainder of the ride. Not while she was in such a strange state of mind. "Damn, the seat's really wet," she thought to herself as she settled back onto the saddle. And it smelled too... amidst the strong smells of the forest, she caught whiffs of a light feminine musk that she recognised. It smelt just like her pussy did, before she took her shower. "Damn!" She started off slowly, trying to get back into her earlier rhythm, while ignoring the troublesome thoughts in her mind. What had happened to her? Why had she thought those things? Dora Pan was no slut, and she was most certainly not used to paying so much attention to her lower parts. Sure, she knew that it was what all those men wanted, but she was deliberate in ignoring precisely those sorts of things - she had never even touched herself "down there", other than when she washed herself, and that was only just brief and mechanical... nothing at all like the constant rubbing she had felt at her pubis just now. Oh god. There she was, thinking about it again. Dora winced, feeling her lower parts respond once more to the memory. Remembering her earlier vow to not look down at herself, she looked forward determinedly, seeking the way out. Now that she thought about it, this didn't quite seem like the path through the forest she usually took. It was way too quiet, and... oh yes, she remembered now... there wasn't that stump that marked the entrance. She had just thought it was the path when she came upon it. And strangely, she didn't ever remember passing any other opening in the forest on her regular route. This day was turning out to be a truly strange one. "What the fuck is going on?" she wondered to herself as she began searching the rest of the path ahead for the way out. Somehow, what had happened to her had something to do with this path, she was sure of it. Just like she was sure she would see herself naked once more, if she looked down at herself. Dora knew because she could feel the breeze lightly caressing the skin on her belly, and the leather underneath her bare vulva once more. "It's not real," she reminded herself as she tried hard to ignore her body's reactions to the stimulation provided by the saddle on her pussy. "It's not really happening. It's just my imagination, that's all." Just like it must be her imagination that something seemed to be pressing at the entrance to her vagina. She hadn't noticed it at first, but with the rocky path thrusting the saddle up at her privates again and again, she winced at the wet, slapping sound she swore she felt more than she heard. Then, it slowly dawned on her that she could feel something pressing ever more urgently at her lower lips with each bump. "I'm not going to look down," she thought to herself as she felt her labia give slightly to another nudge, and spread around a smooth, cool knob. "It's... not happening!" Because Dora had never had sex before, the idea that something was probing into her private parts was too scary to contemplate. So, she preferred to think that the sensation of her vaginal entrance stretching to accommodate something alien was just her imagination... and part of the very strange morning she had been having thus far. Then, as the saddle rose to meet her pussy once more, she felt the thing push deep enough into her to painfully threaten an obstruction inside her. It wasn't quite a sharp pain, but she was aware enough of it that she decided that she had had enough. Gathering her strength in her hips and thighs, Dora raised herself off the bicycle seat until she was literally standing on the pedals. Of course, she sank towards the threatening saddle each time she pushed down with one leg, but she compensated by cocking her hips so that her pussy wasn't directly above the protrusion she had felt. She couldn't explain it, but for some odd reason, it was very important that she should not be impaled in her vagina. She was somehow certain that she would be lost in the forest if it did. The path she was on had become more rocky, and the saddle rocked underneath her, the narrower part digging right into her vulva and making her gasp. Her position brought the saddle to bear directly on that ultra-sensitive part within her folds, making her knees quiver with each strike. It did spare her pussy from the threatened impalement, although her asshole was not quite as fortunate. She groaned as she felt the thick knob probing between her buttocks, slipping between the sweaty globes and pressing directly on her anus. Each bump on the path brought the knob to bear harder on that virgin orifice in her rear, and she cried out as she felt her asshole finally give way to the insistent knob. "Ohhh goddd! Noooo!" she wailed, willing her tiring legs to raise herself off the seat once more, and feeling her anus snap shut... only to feel it forced apart again with the next bump, the cold, smooth knob probing ever deeper. Opening Dora's Box Pt. 01 "Oh no! No!" she thought to herself as she raised herself once more, only to sink down and feel her butthole stretch to swallow even more of the knob. This happened a few more times before her legs finally gave out on her, and she sank back down, her rectum swallowing more of the protrusion than she had thought she could take. "Oooooogggg!" she groaned in shock and horror. She had experienced a little bit of pain when it had started, but it seemed the thing that she imagined was plugging her backside was slippery enough to slide into her without causing too much damage. "Right!.. It's only... my... imagination," she said to herself through gritted teeth as she felt the thick and stiff rod slide further up into her trembling buttocks with another bump. "I can... stop... this!" What she'd meant was that if she was imagining it, all she had to do was stop imagining it... and the best way to do this was to look down and confirm with her eyes that it was all just her imagination. She looked down at herself, fully expecting to see herself perched on the leather saddle. Dora was no expert in cycling, but she wasn't a slouch either. Until this day, she had never fallen off her bike... so it was quite an unusual thing for her to fall off her bike twice. This time, the shock of seeing herself impaled on the metal rod which held the saddle did enough to throw her off her balance. Again, she saw that she was naked from the waist down... but this time, the leather saddle had somehow disappeared as well. "Ooowwww fuckkk!" she yelled as she saw how her anus clutched grimly at the metal piece impaling her, pouting outwards like a small volcano as she tried to pull herself upwards and away from it. The shock of the revelation made her throw herself off the sodomizing bicycle. This time, there was no helpful bush at the side to break her fall. Dora found herself rolling head over heels down a slope, which, though thankfully devoid of trees, ended in a mud pool at the bottom. She splashed into the pool with a loud smack because the mud was so thick. Fortunately, she didn't end up with her head under the sticky stuff, but the pool was deep enough so she found she could only just keep her head above the greenish-brown sludge on top of the pool. No, that was not quite right. Dora realised that it was shallower than she'd initially thought. The problem was that the mud was terribly gooey and thick, and worse, that the pool contained enough branches and twigs that caught at her clothes as she struggled to get up. The mud was quite heavy too, and she could feel her shirt stretch as she struggled to stand up. The mud and the branches were clutching ferociously at her apparel, pulling at her shoes and shorts as she struggled to stand. Panicked, she reached down to pull at the waistband of her shorts, but found she could make little headway disentangling the cotton material from the branches. As she worked furiously to free her garment, she also realised that her shoes and worse, her panties had been similarly affected by the mud and the branches. No, this wouldn't do at all. The mud around her flopped and burbled as she moved about, not caring about the scratches she was getting on her arms and legs, on her buttocks and breasts as she pulled this way and that, trying her darnedest to wrest her articles of clothing back from the thick mud pool. It wasn't working. Her shoes were gone from her feet, and the more she twisted and turned, the more she was getting entangled in the tangle of branches herself. "Oh god. I'll be the 'Woman found naked and dead in forest'!" she thought to herself as she realised that rescuing her shorts was a hopeless cause. Tugging one last time, she felt the material in her hands suddenly give, and knew what had happened - her shorts, maybe even her panties... or both - were probably torn beyond repair. "Shit!" she swore to herself as her hands came free of the mud holding on to only a small scrap of material. "I'd better get out of here before I go down together with my pants!" Remembering an article she had read about trying to float in quicksand, Dora spread her arms and legs out and tried her best to ignore the fact that she was naked from the waist down while moving her limbs about in the muck. It worked a treat, because once she stopped fussing about her shoes, shorts and panties, it seemed she was better able to 'swim' her way to the side of the pool. The mud was still thick and the branches unrelenting as she moved, wincing again and again at the sensation of the thick mixture squishing against her private parts, but at least, she was getting there... Except that as she moved, her shirt was getting heavier and heavier, and the material was getting similarly entangled in the branches under the mud in the pool. Damn. What the fuck was happening? It seemed as if the forest was conspiring to strip her nude for its pleasure. Dora tried to stay calm and not struggle so much against the mud and branches which scratched at her, but the mud pool won, again. She felt the material of her shirt tear at the shoulders, one after the other. Since she was wearing a shirt with a sewn-in bra, that left her completely naked. In the forest. With a long way to get home. And a bicycle seemingly intent on raping her. Ass or vagina, it didn't seem to mind. Fuck. This was completely fucked up. She was embarrassed by her predicament, but not enough to want to die. Yet. Slowly, she worked her way through the thick mud until she finally reached the steep bank from which she had fallen into the pool. She looked and felt about for some purchase, anything that she could brace herself or pull on, so she could make her way back to where she knew her bike was. There was none. Fighting the panic she was beginning to feel, Dora scanned the banks of the mud pool and spotted another part of the bank which appeared to offer some hope of salvation. It was flatter, and there were some overhanging branches just above that she could use to haul herself out of the sucking mire that threatened to keep her trapped in the pool forever. She reminded herself to keep calm as she made her way over to that side of the pool, noting that she would probably have to find her way back to her bicycle, if she were to try to retrieve it, only after she made her way back up to the path. If it was still there. No, now was not the time to turn maudlin. She finally reached her intended destination, albeit not without wondering about what was under the mud, that might be burrowing up against her privates. As it was, the branches had been clawing at her flesh, pawing at her buttocks and pussy relentlessly under the mud, making her feel as if she had been thoroughly molested by a mob of ravenous men. "Shit!" she thought to herself. The branches overhead were higher than she thought, and she realised that she would have some trouble reaching them, the way the mud was sucking at her. Worse, the mud pool was much deeper here, because she couldn't feel the bottom under her feet... she was only able to keep her torso above the mud because of a couple of sturdy branches she was standing on. What was she to do now? She turned her attention to the shallow ledge right next to her. It looked wet and slippery, but flat enough for her to stand on... if she could somehow get herself up onto it. Damn it. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. Giving thanks for her previously detested gymnastics training (which she blamed for her round, large ass), Dora pulled her right leg up out of the mire, grunting with the effort as her foot finally came free. Placing her foot flat on the ledge, she placed her hands on either side of her body and bounced on her left foot, preparing herself for a lunge out of the mud. Unfortunately, she had overestimated her own strength and agility, because before she could actually haul herself out of the mud, she found her left foot slipping, causing her to fall backwards. "Aaaarrghhh!" she yelled as she slid back down into the mud. Her horror was compounded by the sensation of the branches under the mud pricking at her buttocks, spreading her cheeks before she could even react, and one large, thick branch sliding up against the groove of her vulva. It scored its way up her narrow valley until it almost touched her sensitive spot. She gasped anyway, the sensation both frightening and... truth be told, not altogether unpleasant. The sun had been shining on that spot, so the mud there was rather warm, and the way the branch was vibrating... it felt like a warm throbbing rod was pressing up against her sex. Or maybe it was her own shuddering. "Ooooooh..." she moaned out loud, then wondered: "Is this what it feels like..?" While she scrabbled for her footing on the submerged branches below her feet, Dora had had to rest her weight entirely on that damned branch that was so rudely pressed into her cleft. It kept her shivering and gasping, and she found she had to rest a while to catch her breath before she was able to contemplate her next move. Fuck, it was clear what she intended to do wouldn't work. She was too low in the mud to be able to gain any leverage to lift herself out of the pool. As Dora looked about for alternatives, Her knees bumped against other branches... which gave her an idea. She should try to stand on the higher branches, because it would raise her further out of the mud... and hopefully, allow her to hop onto the ledge. She moved her hands and feet under the mud, and found what seemed to be suitably thick branches that were at the height of her thighs. They would give her a boost for sure... assuming she was able to get herself up onto them. They were much further apart than the branches she was standing on, and although it gave her pause when she considered how her legs would be so far apart, she consoled herself with the thought that there wasn't anyone around to see her standing in such a lewd posture. Determined to succeed this time, Dora grabbed the branches with her hands and reached up with her right leg, then her left, using her hands to steady herself. Slowly and deliberately, she lifted her body upwards and out of the thick mud. There was a thick, soupy sound as she managed to do so. The thought that her crouching position, with her hands close to her feet and her hips raised out of the mud, left her ass and privates completely exposed screamed through her mind. Thank god no one was around to look at her. "Damn, that's fucked up," she thought to herself as she steadied herself, her face so close to the thick mud that she could smell the earthy stench of the pool. Calling upon her gymnastics experience, she let go of the branches and slowly straightened up, keeping her knees bent to keep her centre of gravity low. It worked for a few moments... then Dora felt the branches under her feet begin to spread further apart. Desperately, she gripped at them with her toes, trying to pull them back into position, but her shifting weight made the task difficult, in spite of the thick mud. She sank towards the mud as she lowered herself, to lower her centre of gravity and prevent the branches from spreading further. "Fuck! Help!" she yelled to no one in particular as she struggled to regain her balance and control, and yelped again as she sank further. Her ass had slipped below the surface of the mud, but what had made her cry out was the sensation of something thick and hard, prodding at her privates. In desperation, she waggled her butt to prevent the imminent penetration of her vagina, but the movement further unbalanced her and as she arched her back and sank, she couldn't stop the thick branch from pressing into her anus. "Oh fuck!" If she lost control, she would end up doing the splits and worse... impaling herself on the branch probing into her ass. Gritting her teeth, Dora forced herself to remain calm as she felt her rectal passage relentlessly pressed apart by the thick wooden prong. The branches she was standing on were too far apart for her to grab with her hands, so she concentrated all her strength on gripping with her toes, and stopping them from slipping further. By the time she managed to regain control, what felt like a significant length of wood was protruding into her backside, so much so she was panting both with her exertions as well as with the almost unbearable sensation of being stretched so deeply in her back passage. "Ohhhh fuckkkk!" she groaned as she tried to relax her anal sphincter while flexing her legs to draw them back together again. She managed to do so for a few moments, groaning as she felt the thing sliding out of her ass, before her legs slipped apart again, driving the spike back in between the straining globes of her ass. "Oooggggg!" she grunted, as she tried, and failed again and again to raise herself up off the intruding branch. It felt like she was being fucked in her ass... at least, it felt like how she had heard her friends describe it. This was really... way too much. The earlier image she had had of the headlines when they found her dead in the forest came unbidden to her mind... only now, the headlines screamed "Naked woman found impaled in forest". Shit. NO. Summoning the last reserves of her strength, Dora determined to pull the branches together with her toes and launch herself up and off the pool, onto the waiting ledge at the same time. She knew that her strength was waning, and this was practically her last chance to save herself. "Aaaaarggghhh!" she yelled out loud as she made her last, greatest push... and was relieved to feel herself sprawl onto the ledge, the mud giving her up with a loud, reluctant "gloop" while the stretched sensation in her backside suddenly ceased. She didn't know how long she had lain there, panting and exhausted, before she finally found the strength to move. Terra firma. Solid land. Thank god for small mercies. Her ass felt a little sore, her anus thankfully empty, but otherwise, she was still in one piece. Sitting up, Dora picked up some leaves from the floor and proceeded to wipe the smelly mud off her body, paying more attention to her pussy and ass. The idea that some worm or creature hiding in the mud might be on her person, and especially near her asshole or pussy was grossing her out, and she had to make sure her body was free of such threats. When she was finally satisfied with her efforts, she looked down at her body. She was clearly naked, without a shred of clothing on her. This was no longer some weird imaginary event, because she had felt her clothes tear in the mud, and because she could feel the wind blowing against her bare skin. On the plus side, it looked like she had gotten out of the mud with relatively little damage. Apart from a few scratches on her torso, and the nagging soreness in her butt, she looked pretty much like she had this morning, when she had looked in the mirror before taking her shower. Her breasts were still the C-cups they usually were, apart from her erect nipples, which had shrunken to the size of nickels from the cold. Or something else. Her belly was still trim, her pubic hair the only part of her showing evidence of her recent experience - try as she might, she wasn't able to remove the mud completely from that part. Fuck that. Time to get going. Dora looked back at the slope she had tumbled down, gauging how far she had moved away from it. Then, she moved her eyes up across the slope next to her, assessing her route back to the safety of the path. The worst thing she could do right now was to fall back into that shit. She wasn't sure she would have the strength to get back out again if she did. Making her mind up, she set off, slowly scaling the incline and occasionally looking back to see how far she had progressed... and how much further she had moved away from her bicycle. She was determined to get back to it, because she felt that she had had to leave this place with it. She didn't know why, she just felt like she had to. When she reached the top of the incline and found herself on relatively more level ground, she was confronted with thick brush on all sides. "Shit! Where do I go?" she thought to herself as she searched for signs of the path she had been cycling on. There was none, but to one side, she could see a small break in the bushes. It wasn't much, but at least, she didn't have to risk having her skin scratched off her body as she tried to make her way out of here. She walked gingerly to the gap, using her hands to push the leaves aside. Thankful that there didn't seem to be any thorns or stubborn branches (she had had enough of experience with those), Dora moved slowly through the bushes, trying her best to keep herself pointed in the direction where she thought her bicycle was. That was where the path was too, and although the idea of walking out into the open where others could see her made her shiver, she knew she had no choice. Better get back to her bike, and try to figure out what to do next. It took her a lot longer than she'd thought it would. Dora had thought that she was headed back in the general direction where she had fallen off her bike, but the more she trudged through the forest and found herself facing only greenery, with no path in sight, the more she doubted herself. Was she walking in circles? She couldn't even tell, the bushes around her looked the same. She was thankful that they didn't seem to be causing too much damage to her skin, although the branches and leaves seemed to be caressing her body and especially her privates with each step she took. Every now and then, she would gasp because some errant branch would scrape along her lower belly and slide into the cleft of her buttocks or sex, despite her best efforts to push aside all the branches before she moved forward. There always seemed to be at least one reaching out to touch her most intimate parts. It was maddening, especially since her body was reacting to the rustling leaves and branches. She could feel liquid sliding out of her and dripping down the insides of her thighs as she made her way slowly through the forest. "Shit, Dora, what the fuck are you doing?" she asked herself in her mind as she shivered involuntarily. Her nipples were so hard they were almost painful, and she had to keep herself from gasping as the leaves insinuated themselves against her heaving breasts. "This is so... sick." She was just about to give up and declare herself hopelessly lost when she realised that the bushes in front of her were markedly different from the ones which had been feeling her up. For one, they were much thicker, so much so she could not see her way through them. She put out her hands to try to spread the branches so she could peer ahead, but they seemed to be so thick and entangled she wasn't able to catch sight of anything beyond. "Damn it," she swore under the breath. She was almost certain she was hopelessly lost in the forest, and without any sign of the path she was seeking, she had no way of knowing where she was headed. She paused, trying to ignore the rustling leaves molesting her naked body, and pondered over the wisdom of backtracking back to the mud pool. If she could find it, that was. Then, she looked down, and realised that the new bushes, while thick and convoluted from her torso upwards, appeared to be much sparser from just below her thighs. Beneath that, she could see what looked like residual branches that were bare of any foliage, and when she brushed her calves against these, they felt rubbery and had more 'give' than the stiff upper branches. "That's got to be my way out," she thought to herself as she squatted, lowering herself till her head was below the stiff upper branches. She saw some light ahead of her, past the rubbery branches, and grinned to herself. This certainly looked like a better alternative to making her way back to that damned mud pool. Opening Dora's Box Pt. 01 Dora quickly got on all fours and began crawling towards the light she saw ahead. If it had felt like the bushes had been molesting her while she was walking in the forest, the sensation of the rubbery lower branches on her bare skin was far more suggestive... it felt as if her naked body was being caressed by hundreds of thick fingers as she crawled on the floor. It didn't help that there were times when she had had to backtrack because of the number of thick trunks in her way, and the way the lower branches behind her seemed to be pressing apart her ass cheeks and prodding at her private parts as she backed up made her shiver. She jerked and almost yelped as the wind blew and she felt something insert itself into her exposed vagina. "Oh god," she thought as she felt her inner flesh stretch to admit the thick rounded tip of the thing, her own bodily fluids aiding the sudden intrustion. "Not the bushes too!" She bit her lower lip and moved forward, turning her head to look back only when she felt it exit her body. The thing that had entered her gleamed wetly just behind her. It looked more like a fruit than a branch... it had a girth not unlike a fat cucumber, and she shuddered, trying to ignore the trickle of liquid she felt sliding out of her compromised vulva. "I... I can't take that!" she thought as the image of herself being fully impaled on the thing flitted through her mind. It looked huge, much too large to fit into her vulva, and the wicked looking knot she saw just behind the tip would probably tear her up inside. She paused for a moment as her knees trembled at the thought, then slowly made her way forward again, casting the forbidden image from her mind. "It's not... going to happen," she mumbled to herself as she moved. "Not that!" As she approached what she hoped to be the path she had been riding on, she realised that her route forward was being blocked by more and more trunks. It seemed as if the bushes were growing more closely together nearer the path, so she found the going slower than she would have liked. Her route became more convoluted the closer she got to the sunlit path, and she began to wonder if she would be able to make her way back, should she find herself unable to proceed further. After what seemed like hours, she was pleased to find that the path appeared to be within reach. She even espied the best possible route, past the bobbing, thrusting finger-like things surrounding her. She had come to the conclusion that they were fruits because they looked much more like fruits than the branches above her head. She became more excited, so much so that she almost called out for help when she heard voices nearby. She had opened her mouth to yell, then remembered that she was stark naked and crawling on the dirt floor. That it would entail some amount of explaining wasn't what stopped her; what made her shut her mouth again was the realisation that the voices she had heard were decidedly male... and that they appeared to be discussing her discarded bicycle, as well as her possible whereabouts. "... must be around here somewhere..." she heard one of them say. "Yeah, can't have gotten far," came the reply from the second man. "You sure it's a girl?" "That's a girl's bike, you idiot!" "No shit. I just thought, you know, that a guy could have been..." "You stupid or what? What guy would ride around on a girl's bike?" "Yeah, OK, OK." "Anyway, wonder what she's doing throwing it aside like that." "Seems to have sweated an awful lot on that bike..." Dora started, and the bushes around her rustled. "What's that?" the man with the deeper voice suddenly said. Shit. She wasn't sure she wanted to be found in her current state by two men in the forest. Not when no one else seemed to be around. What would they do to her? Dora wasn't sure she wanted to find out. She scooted backwards, away from the light, and the bushes around her rustled again. Fuck. "There. I heard something over there," she heard him say, and heard them moving towards her. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! She was sure that was what they would do to her if they found her like that, so she pressed herself backwards, wincing as she felt the rubbery thick protrusion pressing against her sides and buttocks. Shit. One of the fruits was taking liberties with her, pressing at the entrance to her sex. She quickly moved her hands back and grabbed hold of it to push it away from her threatened vagina. The men moved closer, and she could hear them more clearly now. They were looking for her in earnest, pushing and cursing at the thick bushes lining the path. "She's here somewhere," she heard the man say. He sounded much nearer now, and she wanted very much to move backwards and away from the path. Away from the light and from exposure. Damn, damn, damn. Dora winced as she found her retreat blocked by countless fruits prodding at her from all sides. The bushes around her moved restlessly as she scooted herself backwards, trying and failing to find her way back. Shit. She shouldn't move so much because the men sounded really close by. She pushed herself backwards a little bit, wincing as the fruit pressed into her once more. No, she couldn't allow that... but the men's voices were really close now, and she was sure if they looked down, they would see her naked upper body. Sunlight dappled her upper arms and the tips of her breasts as she urgently tried to press herself backwards into the shadows, arching her back to try to cram her body into whatever space was behind her. She managed to pull the intruding fruit out of her slippery vagina while she did so, hoping that the men would not notice how the bush behind her kept rustling. Shit, shit, shit... they kept on coming towards her. Fuck. There was no way she could move any further back into the shadow of the bushes. She gazed in alarm at the sunlight on the floor just in front of her, acutely aware of how the fruits were pressed up against her body, and that one fruit... the one that she had removed from her vagina, was poking at the orifice just above. It sounded like the men were almost in front of her, and in a panic, Dora found her hands leaving the thick stem of the fruit to pull at her buttocks, spreading them. The fruit was positioned at the same level as her asshole, which had already been plundered today. And she hadn't found the experience too discomfiting... at least, not as bad as the sensation of her pussy being penetrated. Letting her breath out slowly, she relaxed and pushed backwards, letting the fruit thrust its way into her anus. It was frightening at first, the way her asshole had had to stretch to swallow the rounded tip. She wondered how she would be able take the wider part of the thing into her butt just as she felt her rear orifice stretch wide and slowly close on the slimmer stem behind the ominous-looking knot. Shit! It got in! The thought stopped her for a moment, but the sounds of the men stopping right in front of her made her move again. Dora pulled at her buttcheeks more, willing herself to relax in the back as she drove the fruit deeper up her bum. It was scraping and scouring her rectal passage, but her need to stay hidden was far more pressing, so she pushed further backwards, biting her lip to keep herself from crying out at the way the huge knot was stretching out her ass inside. "... you sure you heard something?" she heard one of them say. "This place is full of noises, you know." "Yeah, I'm pretty sure," the other said. It sounded as though they were standing right where she was, even though she couldn't see their shoes, so she didn't stop her backward motions. She gulped down a scream as she felt her anus stretch once more... this particular fruit appeared to have another knot that her asshole had to negotiate. She would have stuffed her hand into her mouth if her hands weren't busy holding her butt open. Then the pressure passed through her anal ring, the second knot lodging inside her behind. Dora pushed back until she felt the rough bark of the trunk press against her vulva, and knew that she had gone as far back as she could... or rather, she had taken all of the strange fruit up into her backside. There was nothing else she could do to further retreat. Breathing shallowly through her mouth, she kept her head down on the ground, hoping that they would not find her. It suddenly occurred to her that if the men came upon her like this, with the long, thick fruit completely embedded in her buttocks, it would just make things a whole lot worse for her. She shivered, the bush above shivering with her, as she imagined what they would say as they saw her there, naked and impaled in her butt. Maybe they would remove the fruit from her asshole and replace it with their cocks. Or maybe they would take the opportunity to attack other orifices. She shuddered at the thought of how their cocks would feel, warm and throbbing within her backside, and then in her weeping vagina... or worse, in both orifices at the same time. Maybe they would make her... suck on them first. "Oh god. Please don't let them see me," she thought as she kept her head down. "I can't..." "Where is she?" she heard one of them say, and he swung out at the bushes. She gulped back a yelp as she felt the fruit in her asshole push out, then slide back into her poor asshole along with the vigorous shaking of the bush above her. The men were trying hard to push apart the branches of the bushes, the net result of which was that the fruit kept exiting and then thrusting back into her unwilling but unresisting anus. Dora's hands had left her buttocks and were thrust into her mouth as the motions continued... she had to keep herself from making any sort of sound and giving away her position. She was right beneath the men, and if they only happened to look down... well, they would have seen a very naked, very trapped and helpless female. Plus, the motions in her bum were... OK, she hated to admit it, but they were also creating waves of sensations that she had never experienced prior to today. The opening and closing of her bumhole, together with the surging and receding tautness in her lower belly was quite overwhelming. In fact, as they continued handling the bushes around her, it seemed as if the waves in her groin were building, growing higher and higher, growing closer together as the fruit in her ass kept thrusting in and out, in and out... and... and... and... oooooooohhhhhhhh! She groaned in her mind as the waves suddenly crested within her core, thrusting her over the edge into a chasm of spiralling sensations. Dimly, she wondered if this was the "orgasm" she'd heard other speak about. If it was, it was... heavenly. Oh god. It was so heavenly she wondered how anyone could stand it. Nor how anyone could go through life without it. It was... it was... ooooh. There was another one. It wasn't quite as overwhelming as the first one, but it still took her by surprise, so much so she gurgled in her throat as it overtook her. It took her a while to realise that the men were no longer standing right in front of her. The bush had stopped moving too, and as she slowly recovered her fragmented senses, she found herself with her chest and face pressed hard onto the dirt floor of the forest, her hands still crammed in her mouth. The fruit was still jammed in her ass, which felt full, but a lot less uncomfortable than it had before... before her peak. Dora lay there for a long time, unsure of how long she had to wait to be certain the men had walked far enough away. After she was reasonably confident there was no longer anyone within earshot nor sight of her, she made her move. She groaned as she pulled herself forward, feeling her anus bulge outwards as it released the deeply embedded fruit in her behind. Her asshole seemed none the worse for wear. She felt slightly disappointed as her anus didn't seem to have to stretch so much to regurgitate the large knots on that damned fruit. As the second knot - the one nearer the tip of the thing - finally exited her bum, she realized that something had been squirting inside her, shuddered and had to stop for a bit, to allow the sensations in her groin to subside, before she finally removed the thing completely from her body. She thought of looking back at the thing that she had taken into her bum, but decided against it. She was curious, but she really didn't want to know just how big the thing was that she had impaled herself on. As it was, she could smell the slightly pungent fragrance of her ass in the air around her, and that was enough reminder of her anal ordeal. "Shit. What a day this has been," she thought to herself as she finally crawled out from under the bushes, glad to be away from the thick, turgid fruit or branches or whatever it was she had crawled through just to get out. Her ass felt a little stretched out and sore inside, but there didn't seem to have been any lasting damage, because she was able to pull herself up to stand. She winced as she took her first steps, the memory of the intrusion into her buttocks still evident in her flesh as she waddled, rather than strode, along the path. Dora remained careful, of course, making sure she kept to the sides in case anyone came upon her in the secluded forest. If she heard anything like sounds a human would make, she would dive into the bushes once more, damned be the branches, thorns or fruits she would have to negotiate just to stay hidden. After all, she had managed to secure her own safety by sodomizing herself on a strange fruit, growing from an altogether too-strange bush... how much worse could her day get? After what seemed like a too-lengthy trek to get back to her bicycle, Dora concluded that she would have to abandon the idea of retrieving it. It was getting dark after all, and she couldn't really tell if it was because of oncoming rain or dusk. Neither appealed to her in the least, because rain could make things even more difficult for her, especially if the dirt path turned into the sticky muck she had only just managed to extricate herself from; and the idea of being stuck in this strange forest at night was not something she wanted to contemplate. No, she had to get out of here... the sooner, the better. She began searching for a way out, scanning the brush around her for any perceivable break. She hoped to get out of the damned place before the rapidly approaching dark overtook her. She shivered, wondering what would happen to her if she were unable to find her way out - would the plants take their turns at her? Would they wrap themselves around her limbs, immobilise her pull her legs apart and then sodomize her, like they had been doing all afternoon? Or would they rape her pussy like they had been threatening to all afternoon? Her lower belly cramped at the thought. No, she couldn't let it happen. Not in her pussy. She shook her head to rid her mind of the image of herself, pinned down by the branches twined round her limbs, her legs splayed wide so that her vulva gaped, thick and wide vines approaching and threatening penetration. She espied a break in the bushes ahead just as the unbidden horror movie played out in her mind. She gasped out loud, both from the sudden discovery of the way out and from the imagined sensation of something large suddenly thrusting its way into her opened and unprotected vagina. The images in her mind unnerved her so much that she almost rushed out through the opening, forgetting that she was naked as the day she was born. She was just a few steps away from the familiar sights of the road when she suddenly remembered, and stopped short with a groan. So near and yet so far. No, she couldn't. Not like this. Dora looked down at herself, hoping against hope that it had all been a bad dream, or some sort of hallucination, but no, she was still stark naked, just her pubic hair clotted with drying brown mud. Just a few steps away, the world continued on its merry way, and she knew it would stop if she stepped out like this, undressed and exposed to all. It would be quite literally the end of the world as she knew it. Shit, shit, shit. What should she do? It was too far from her house for her to make it back without anyone noticing her, and that neighbour, the one who kept peering over at her... he would surely notice that she was completely nude. Shit. She looked down at herself, then around her for anything that could at least cover up her breasts and pussy. Nothing. She supposed she could fashion something out of the leaves, but it would only bring attention to her nakedness. Besides, getting the leaves to stay on her body would be quite a trick. She would need for them to really stick onto her skin. Her eyes alighted on her lower belly. Right. The answer was right down there. But she didn't really want to try to make her way back to the mud pool. She wasn't even sure she would be able to find it, let alone get herself back to this gap before it got dark. Shit. Wait. She thought she saw something gleaming on the ground to her right, somewhere not too far from where she was. Dora took a few steps towards the source, and smiled to herself when she saw what looked like a shallow muddy pool. It was icky, and she wasn't exactly looking forward to smearing the gooey stuff on her body, but at least, it provided her a way out of her predicament. In her hurry to get to the edge of the pool, she slipped and slid into the pool feet first. Fortunately, the mud didn't go up any higher than her knees, and she breathed a sigh of relief that she would not have to go through yet another probing experience in deep mud. The consistency of the mud was similar to that other pool though, and for that, she was glad. It had taken her a good while to scrape everything off her skin, so that meant the mud would stay on her when she needed it to - when she stepped out of this strange forest, that was. Bending down, Dora scooped large amounts of the gooey, sticky stuff and smeared it over her torso, making sure to cover her breasts and pubis. She noted with dismay that her erect nipples were still prominently visible under the brown layer she had scooped onto herself, and applied a thicker layer onto her breasts and pubic triangle. Then she squatted in the mud, to make sure her buttocks were generously coated with the stuff. She had to make sure her parts were adequately covered up, and no one would even suspect that she was walking about in public completely naked. The thought both appalled and thrilled her. "I swear, there's something about this forest that's making me a little mad," she thought to herself as she pushed the thought away. To be extra certain, she scooped up even more mud, plastering the thick goo in the area between her legs, and in her butt crack. When she was finally satisfied with her handiwork, Dora stepped out of the pool, wincing as it sucked hungrily at her feet. It reminded her too much of her last experience in a mud pool... and in spite of herself, she felt something trickling inside her. "I hope that's not a worm," she thought grimly, even though she knew that it wasn't. It was coming from deep within her core, and she knew what it meant. Shit. The forest was really getting to her, and she had to get out of here as soon as possible. She made her way back to where she had seen the gap in the forest, and was relieved to see that the road was still there. The low sunlight was streaming in, and she could hear the distant sounds of life - people, vehicles and animals - as they went about their respective lives, unaware of her presence. "Here goes nothing," she thought to herself as she stepped out through the gap. After all, she could always say she fell into a mud pool and leave out the more salacious details. Thankfully, no one gave her more than a glance or two - an old man raised an eyebrow when he saw her muddy condition, but everyone else seemed intent on going on with their own lives and not on what she was doing, walking down the road like that. Only a curious dog made her worry a little as it followed her - perhaps it thought the smell of the mud on her body was interesting, or worse... perhaps it could tell she was nude underneath - but only for a short distance. Opening Dora's Box Pt. 01 Dora was much relieved when she approached her gate, so much so she began a slow jog. The creepy neighbor was in his garden as usual, peering over at her. He whistled when he saw her, and Dora picked up her speed over the last 20 feet. Bad mistake. As she did so, she suddenly felt a weight fall from her ass. "Shit!" she thought to herself. But there was nowhere else to go, nothing else she could do now. She couldn't stop and check if her ass was now exposed. Just a few steps away from her gate, she felt another clot of stuff fall from between her legs. "Oh fuck!" she almost exclaimed, fear making her skin crawl deliciously even as she felt something trickle down from inside again. "Fuck! Fuck!" The idea that the old pervert from across the road would be looking at her uncovered sex and backside was both thrilling and disgusting. But she had little choice. She was right at her gate now, and it would be just a few seconds' exposure, if she could just open the gate in one smooth motion. As she stopped in front of the latch, she felt a piece fall from her left breast, and gaped at the bare skin peeking out at her. Damn it. She had to do this as quickly as possible. Dora reached into the gate and unlatched it, ever mindful of her neighbor's eyes on her ass. It was exposed now, she was sure of it. Then, as she pushed it open, the grilled gate scraped off another clump of mud from her tits. "Shit!" she thought to herself as she turned to close the gate as quickly as she could. Her neighbor was still looking in her direction, his eyes fixed on her chest. Well, he had gotten more than an eyeful, that was for sure. In spite of herself, she felt a little thrill run down her spine, and another clot fell from between her buttocks. Oh well. She would just have to bear it. The thought made her shiver. Dora turned as quickly as she could, aware that a large portion of her backside could be seen by her neighbor. "Fuck you," she said mentally to the pervert as she strode to the front door, opened it, and stepped inside. When the door was closed, she collapsed on the floor, her limbs suddenly unable to support her anymore. It took her quite a while before she was able to pick herself up, and when she did, she noted the large clumps of dried and semi-dried mud on her living room floor. "I'll just have to clean that up later," she thought to herself as she dragged herself off to the bathroom to wash up. The entire experience in the forest had been too draining, and all she wanted was to clean up and go to bed.