Stuck on a forest road

Hi everyone. My name is Kristina. I'm 21 years old. I'm a final-year student majoring in design. I'm of average height, with natural, shoulder-length blonde hair, gray eyes, and an athletic build—I've been involved in track and field for three years. I'm single and have been dating my boyfriend for a year. Last weekend, I drove from Vladimir to a small village to visit my grandmother—to drop off some medicine and groceries, and to check in. My car, a brand-new Kia Ceed, was bought three months ago on credit. I turned on the GPS, but, as often happens in the wilderness, it took me down a shortcut through the forest. The asphalt ended abruptly, giving way to a broken dirt road, and after the recent rains, the road turned into a mess of mud and clay. I still drove on. I'm not a timid girl, and it was a shame to abandon the car. I drove about three kilometers. Then the front wheel sank into a deep rut, the bottom sank to the ground, and the car began to hum helplessly, splashing up liquid mud. I tried shaking it, putting branches under it, but it was no use. I had no phone reception. The forest around was dense and gloomy, and the village was still seven kilometers away. I sat on the hood and almost burst into tears from helplessness. About twenty minutes later, I heard the roar of an engine. A dirty gray Land Cruiser, old but powerful, emerged from around the bend. It stopped about five meters away. Three men got out. All were between thirty and forty years old, robust men, wearing camouflage suits and high rubber boots. I noticed rifles in their cases in the back. Hunters. "Stuck, beauty?" the driver shouted, climbing out. He was the oldest, with a thick beard, deep-set eyes, and broad shoulders. He introduced himself as Mikhail. The other two were Andrey, a reddish-haired man with freckles, and Lyokha, a young man of about thirty with a short, dark haircut and a tattoo on his neck. I explained the situation. Mikhail examined the car, clucked his tongue, and said they could pull it out with a cable without any problem. I was delighted. And then he added: "Just a favor for a favor. You're practically broke, it seems. We're simple folks, and we love it when people help us. We'll help you, but you help us too. Like human beings." At first, I didn't get it. Then Andrey chuckled, Lyokha chuckled meaningfully, and it dawned on me. My chest went cold. "Are you crazy?" I breathed out. "I'd rather walk." "Go ahead," Mikhail replied calmly, lighting a cigarette. "There are wolves prowling around here. And it'll be dark in an hour. Will you make it? And the locals will dismantle your car for parts tomorrow." I froze. I looked at the sky, the forest, and my helpless car. Mikhail was right—it was dangerous to walk, and I couldn't abandon my new car to the wolves. There was no phone reception, and there was no help. I bit my lip. “What exactly do you want?” I asked quietly. "Nothing special," Mikhail shrugged. "You're a beautiful young girl, we're grown men. A month in the woods, no women. You know what I mean. Make us happy, and you'll be on the highway in an hour." I closed my eyes. Thoughts raced through my head—scream? Run? Where? There wasn't a soul for miles around. These three clearly knew the forest like the back of their hand. And they were right—I was completely at their mercy. “Okay,” I said, feeling the ground slipping out from under my feet. "That's a clever girl," Mikhail approved, waving his hand at Lyokha. "Get a blanket in the trunk." Lyokha opened the back door of the SUV, folded the seats, and tossed in an old quilt. Meanwhile, Andrey came right up to me, unceremoniously grabbed my chin, and turned my face. "Pretty," he stated. "Come on, don't drag it out. Take off your clothes." "Right here?" I caught my breath. "What's there to be embarrassed about? There's no audience," Andrey chuckled. Under their gaze, I pulled off my sweatshirt, then my T-shirt, leaving me in my sports bra. My hands were shaking. I unbuttoned my jeans and took them off along with my sneakers. I was left in my underwear. The forest air stung my bare skin. Mikhail nodded to Lyokha, and he came over, ripped off my bra, and pulled down my panties. I stood naked in the middle of the forest road, covering myself with my hands. "Take your hands off," Mikhail ordered. "Show me the goods." I slowly lowered my hands. Andrey whistled. Lyokha licked his lips. Mikhail walked around me and spanked me masterfully on the buttocks, making me flinch. “Let’s go,” he said and led me to the trunk. They laid me down on the blanket, on my back. Andrey immediately unzipped his pants and pulled out his penis—long, curved, with bulging veins. It smelled of male sweat. He positioned himself next to my face. — Open your mouth, girl. Work your tongue properly. I closed my eyes and complied. He entered deep, right up to my throat, and I choked and coughed. Andrey held me by the hair, setting the rhythm, not letting me pull away. Tears sprang to my eyes, and mascara ran down my cheeks. Meanwhile, Lyokha spread my legs and, without preamble, entered me. I moaned in pain—he was thick, forcibly groping me, not waiting for me to adjust. He moved roughly, rhythmically, driving my back into the rough blanket. My legs dangled in the air, my fingers convulsively clinging to the edges of the blanket. "Narrow," Lyokha commented. "Like a girl." Mikhail stood nearby, waiting his turn. He smoked, watching the proceedings with languid interest. I could hear his cigarette crackling. Andrey continued to fuck my mouth, occasionally pulling out and running it across my face, my eyes, my cheeks, leaving wet trails. Then he'd thrust in again, all the way. “Now I’m on top,” said Mikhail, throwing away his cigarette butt. They switched. Andrey lay underneath me, sitting me on his cock, holding my hips. Lyokha knelt in front of me and made me suck. Mikhail came up behind me, spat on his palm, and smeared his saliva all over my anus. I moaned, anticipating the pain. He entered my anus slowly but relentlessly, tearing me apart from the inside. The pain was excruciating, I screamed, but Lyokha's cock, thrusting into my throat, muffled my scream. The three of them moved simultaneously, in sync, like a well-oiled machine. I was out of breath, my nose was running, tears were mixed with sweat and saliva. My body ached, especially in the back. Mikhail fucked me in the ass with strong, deep thrusts, ignoring my muffled moans. Andrey came first—he roared, thrusting deeply into me, and splattered me with cum. Warm fluid splattered across my thighs as he pulled out. Lyokha came in my mouth, holding the back of my head and preventing me from spitting it out. The salty, viscous mass filled my mouth, some spilling onto my chin. “Swallow,” he said. I swallowed. Nausea rose in my throat. Mikhail was the last to come—he pulled his penis out of my anus, ripped off the condom, which I hadn't even noticed, and splashed his cum onto my back. Hot drops ran down my spine. They let me go. I slid off the blanket onto the ground, right into the mud. My legs wouldn't hold me up, everything between my legs was sore, blood was oozing from my anus. I sat on the cold ground, naked, covered in mud, and couldn't make a sound. Mikhail sat down next to me and handed me my sweatshirt. - Well done. You did a good job. We'll get the car out now. Ten minutes later, they actually pulled my Kia out of the mud, hooking a rope to the SUV's tow bar. I dressed haphazardly, not even looking at them. My body was shaking, my teeth were chattering. Andrey even poured me some hot tea from a thermos. He was so thoughtful, damn. "Do you remember the road? Go straight ahead, there's asphalt in five kilometers," Mikhail said matter-of-factly. "And don't trust your GPS anymore." They got into their Land Cruiser and drove away, leaving me alone on the road. I climbed into the car, locked the doors, and rested my forehead on the steering wheel. I didn't drink my tea. I was shaking. In the rearview mirror, a dirty, tear-stained girl with bruises on her neck and semen in her hair stared back at me. I made it to my grandmother's in complete silence. I told her I'd fallen and hurt myself. She gasped and gave me herbal tea. I sat in the kitchen, staring into space, knowing that no matter what happened next, I wouldn't tell anyone about this. Not my friends, not my boyfriend, not my mom.