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The Tow Path
Leda had a passion for walking in the rain. She loved the sounds of rain
drops, the sensuous feel of them falling on her skin. Most of all she
liked the way the drops slipped silently off the shiny black rain coat
she wore
A short drive from her home was an old canal and tow path. The canal and
its banks were overgrown over the hundred or more years of trees and
bushes and a little brook trickled down the bottom when it rained. The
tow path has been paved over and was a favorite of joggers, walkers,
bicyclists and roller bladers. This is another reason Leda loved to walk
it in the rain. The crowds would be gone and she could be alone absorbed
in her thoughts, the silence broken only by rain falling on the
surrounding trees and leaf choked forest floor.
One day there was a cool light rain mixed with occasional large wet snow
flakes; perfect for a long solitary sensuous moody walk. Over her sweater
and denim skirt she put on her double breasted belted ankle length rain
coat. It was rubber backed and slick and fitted tight in the bosom in a
tight wide belt and flared out a bit toward the hem for easy walking. It
also had a hood to keep her blonde hair dry. She put on her waterproof
thigh high boots and matching black slick gloves and drove down to the
tow path. There were no cars in the parking lot, a good sign that she
would have the path to herself.
The path made a narrow alley through the woods. There was shallow water
in the canal ditch left by recent rain . The only sounds louder than the
falling rain was of her own footsteps and the rhythmic swishing of the
skirts of her rubber backed coat. It always thrilled her to feel to the
sensuous rubbing of the rubber fabric against her thighs and knees.
Her thoughts drifted without reason. Leda found tranquility in being
alone with just the elements. She would welcome a friend who would dress
and walk with her, but so far had found none and so let her own fantasies
bloom whichever way they would.
It was about a mile to her turn around point back to the parking lot and
there were more wet snow flakes on the way back. She loved the way they
landed on her shiny black raincoat then quickly melted and ran down the
slick cloth.
Leda was almost back to the parking lot when she heard voices and running
footsteps behind her. She looked back and through the increasingly heavy
snow flakes she saw a group of boys jogging down the path. They must be
from the religious boarding school that was nearby, she thought. She
wasn't too surprised to see them running in the rain and snow. The talk
around town was that it was a very strict school both in mental and
physical training.
They would be too occupied to really notice her so she just moved to the
side of the tow path toward the canal ditch and kept walking. The first
few joggers passed by chattering among themselves as they ran. Then
suddenly she was hit by one of the joggers just as he passed her. Leda
was instantly thrown off her feet. She felt herself rolling over and over
down the the embankment. Her head banged painfully against one of the
tree trunks before landing in the shallow standing water at the bottom.
She momentarily lost consciousness and laid there half in and half out of
the water.
When she came around she was being pulled out of the stream and put down
on her stomach on the bank. Her head was pounding. She started to try to
get up. Looking up she could see one of the boys hovering over her. He
was holding her blond wig in his hand. She realized that her hood was off
her head and the wig had come off with it...
"Hey look at this," the boy cried out. "It's a man...a fucking fag!" He
pushed Leda over with his foot and back on her back. There were three
boys looking down at her and laughing.
"Fucking queer," said one of the boys and reach down unbuckled her
raincoat belt. "I know what these fags want!"
He turned Leda over and pulled her hands behind her back and tied them up
with the belt. "Hold his head," he said to the other boy as he lifted
Leda up by the hips into a kneeling position. He grabbed the skirts of
her shiny black raincoat and her denim skirt and then pulled down her
silk panties. She knew he was pulling down his running shorts and jock
strap.
"Isn't this what you queers like!" he said.
With that he jammed himself into her. Leda cried out in pain.
"Shut up," said the other boy and buried her face in the wet leaves on
the bank. "Shut up and take it like a man," he said as they all laughed.
It only took a few strokes before the boy behind her cried, "Yes! Yes!
Yeeeeessssss".
Leda felt the rush of warm fluid filling her up. She whimpered as he
withdrew and felt her body sink onto the wet leaves.
"Pull him up," said the boy in front of her. "It is my turn, baby!" The
boy behind took her by her tied up arms and onto her knees again. Leda
was spitting out the leaves that had filled her mouth .She was now facing
directly into the crotch of the other boy. He was taking down his shorts
and jock strap. He grabbed Leda by her hair and pulled her head back and
with his other hand on her chin opened her mouth.
"Better not bite, baby," he said as he put is erect penis into Leda's
mouth. "Eat it, eat it!" he cried as he pulled her head in and out until
he exploded deep into her throat. She was choking and couldn't handle all
of it. Overflowing her mouth it dripped down her chin onto her chest. He
pushed her on her back again.
"Let's get out of here," the first boy said and the two of them ran up
the bank and on to the tow path. The third boy who hadn't said anything
hovered over her.
"Now, it's my turn," he said and began taking down his short and jock
strap. He took out his penis and began to urinate on her. She kept her
eyes and mouth closed but felt the warm fluid soak her hair and across
her face as he sprayed back and forth on her shiny black raincoat. Then
he quickly put himself back together and ran up the bank and down the tow
path after his friends.
Leda lay there for a few minutes on her back staring up at the falling
snowflakes and wishing it would turn into a pouring rain that would wash
her clean and soothe her throbbing head. She worked at trying to free her
arms and hands and finally slipped through the knotted belt. Afraid now
there might be others on the tow path, she staggered down the middle of
the wet canal bed to the parking lot. She rushed to her car and drove off
as fast as she could. Within minutes she was driving into her garage and
closing the door behind her. She sat for a minute to catch her breath
before going inside.
At the foot of the stairs inside the house there was a full length
mirror. Leda now stood in front of it and was shocked into reality.
Looking back at her was a man with matted wet hair holding a limp blond
wig in one hand, lipstick smeared on his face, a darkening bruise on his
forehead and wearing a long shiny black woman's raincoat stained with
semen and smelling of urine . She collapsed on the bottom stair and began
to sob uncontrollably.
Her impulse to get clean overcame her tears and she rushed up stairs and
into the stall shower still fully clothed. She turned on the water and
with the hand held shower head sprayed clean water all over her hair and
shiny black coat to wash the stains off. When she was done she hung the
coat up to drip dry, removed the rest of her clothes and started to fill
the tub with hot water.
She soaked in the hot tub for a long time to relieve the soreness in her
arms and the rest of her body. The warm water helped her calm down and
relax. Thoughts of fright and fight gave way to some clarity thinking
about what happened. She went over the assault bit by bit, the push,
hitting her head, falling half into the stream, the tying up, the pain of
the sudden hard thrust into her, the warmth of the semen insider her, the
burst of semen into the back of her mouth and then the yellow splashing
on her raincoat. She went over it several times and then much to her
astonishment she felt herself getting aroused.
"I've just been raped, forced to give oral sex and pissed on and now I am
feeling sexually excited!" she silently questioned. Could it be that in
spite of the roughness and pain she subconsciously really enjoyed all
this? She found that hard to believe.
She didn't dare go back to walking on the tow path in the rain. For
months she tried to understand her strange reaction to the assault. Each
time she went over it in her mind she had the same hard sexual reaction.
It wasn't until spring that Leda felt she could go back to the tow path.
There was a growing scandal at the boys' religious school. It seems
several boys had run away and complained of being sexually abused by
others, including teachers. The school was closed early because of the
ensuing investigation.
The first rainy day after it was officially closed, Leda happily got out
her shiny black full length raincoat, her waterproof boots and drove down
to the town path. As expected there were no other cars there and she felt
confident she would enjoy her walk alone.
When she passed the spot where the accident occurred she was not nervous;
in fact she found herself quite calm and almost philosophical. Leda
walked confidently in the rain enjoying the rain drops falling on her
hood and shiny coat and the sound of the rain on the trees and the
swishing of the rubber backed material around her legs with every step.
Maybe, she thought, her strange reaction each time she re-enacted what
happened there made sense after all! It was all part of knowing herself
better, of finding out who she really was and the importance of being
Leda all the time, full time....and no one else.
Mara
- 02.11.2022
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