Then things began to change. In the absence of sensory stimulation, I heard the quietest of hisses outside myself. I smelled a chemical odor masked by...a floral scent, potent as gardenias despite it barely being there. Then I heard a voice, not Jason's, higher pitched. It insinuated itself inside my skull, making me unsure of its source: a speaker or self-created. I couldn't understand the words but they effected me.The nirvana I had been in ended. Images of my past appeared. They consisted of. I cleared out the camper of my truck, and spread my bedding in the truck bed under the hard topper. I made no fire, and ate a freeze dried meal. I laid out my clothes and sprayed them with a baking soda solution to reduce smells. This was supposed to help mask me from the elk I was hunting, though they always seemed to smell me anyways. The next morning, a Saturday, I was the only one on the trail head two hours before dawn. I hiked 3 miles into the meadow where I knew the elk bedded down for. He stared at my ass for a couple of seconds before spanking my butt cheek hard. He grabbed me by the neck and laid my head on the table flat. He inserted his cock in my pussy in one go.He gave two slow and deep strokes before removing his t-shirt. Then holding my waist, he started drilling me from behind. He was stroking so hard and ramming my pussy like a slut. I was trying not to scream because my parents were in the house.Juices were flowing out of my pussy which had lubricated my vagina.. Ileft my backpack in the kitchen and went upstairs to Beth's room to pickout an outfit.I had worn a skirt and blouse yesterday and decided to try somethingdressier. I started looking through her closet and found a really prettydress. It was pastel blue ? Beth always liked blue ? with a straightknee length skirt, a jewel neckline and three-quarter sleeves with whitelace trim around the collar, cuffs and hem. I held it up and looked inthe mirror. Definitely me, I thought with a smile. I took the.