Rape the forest (new version)

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Agatha woke up to a sense of cold. Her clothes were wet, and the cold steel chair didn't help. Her body hurt all over.

As she opened her eyes to a dark room, the big bright screen hurt her eyes. As her pupils adjusted, she noticed what was on the screen: it was a photo of her at some modeling session from a few months ago.

She noticed she was now wearing a similar t-shirt, and it was wet as well.


The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules.

The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.

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Rape the forest (new version)


“…They expect to come with their heavy machines and their saws! They think we are just going to stand by and watch silently! but no! They are not taking the trees down! the only thing going down is R&P´s corporations!" Everyone applauded as Agatha finished her speech at the Alliance for the Forest´s meeting.

The 25 years old looked sweet and tender, but she was headstrong and determined when needed. As a very active and charismatic activist, she has gotten some hate from a few corporations along with the love of fellow nature lovers.

“That was beautiful, Agatha!” said Mathew, her best friend and the second most important member of the Alliance.

“So inspiring,” Said Ema.

“Thank you, Mathew and Ema!” Agatha thanked them. More of her friends and allies approached her and congratulated her for her speech.
“Thank you all. I could have not gone so far without all of you,” Said Agatha with teary eyes. “We have done so much in these two years. We have lived so much”.

She spent a while getting drowned in praise and then had some food, but despite how wonderful everything was, the best part was arriving back home. She was so tired and needed some rest, but first, she would do her daily night ritual before going to bed. She lit some incense and did a minute of slow graceful dance, then sat and meditated. She raised her hands and said, “thank you!”

Her rituals were very important for her. Her rituals, along with therapy and the support of her friends, have helped her heal her wounds from when she was sexually assaulted 6 years ago.

She has gone from having PTSD to be able to think about the events as something very distant. She was roofied but, the drug she was given was not potent enough, and she woke up in the middle of her rape as the two other guys cheered. After years of having nightmares and flashbacks, she was beginning to sleep well. Her body was hers again. Not only that, the need for healing lead to seeking purpose, and she found in protecting the trees from greedy men. She saw herself in the forest, she couldnt help but see the greedy way humanity abuses the forest as a grand scale version of what happened to her.

In protecting the forest she was healing it, and as the forest healed, she healed too.

Today was a great day, but it was only the beginning. The next day, at 6pm , she was going to sign the final documents transferring thousands of acres of threatened forest into a conservation trust her movement had spent years fighting to establish. The agreement had already survived lawsuits, lobbying, smear campaigns, and attempts to buy off the landowners. Everything was ready.

All she had to do was show up.

If she signed before the deadline, the land would be protected from logging indefinitely. If she didn't, the purchase option would expire, and the timber consortium waiting on the other side would be free to acquire it.

After a good night's sleep, she woke fully rested. She better be rested because this was going to be a long day, and she knew it.

She got up from bed and had some breakfast. The day was going to be warm so she decided to wear something that made her feel the breeze while also feeling sexy. She thought about it a bit. “Maybe this is too revealing…Nah, there isn't going to be too many people where I am going...”

Once dressed, she grabbed her new camera and called an Uber to take her to the place she selected to take some photos. The uber arrived and discreetly enjoyed the sight that was Agatha at that moment. She noticed but didn’t mind. It was just one man, and he wasn’t too blatant about it. She felt flattered more than anything.

The young leader arrived at her location. She looked at her target and took a picture of the hill covered in vegetation. As she walked, she took many pictures of trees, sights, animals, peculiar stones, flowers, insects, but those were just side-dishes to her. What she wanted was at the top. With moderate difficulty, she arrived, and from there, she saw what she came here for. At the top, she could see the forest at its prettiest station. It was almost as if the forest was on fire; kilometers of the red flowers on the flamboyant trees, flamboyant both in appearance and in name. She took many pictures with her new camera, then she sat in silence on the peak. Far from everybody, not a soul near

“whore!” she heard and got startled, looked everywhere scared. Has someone followed her? Her heart was racing.

“whore! whore!” she noticed the bird yelling at her and immediately burst in laughter and relief. The talking crowd has gotten her good. After that episode, she began her return down.

When she arrived at her starting point, she heard some whistles and a “Hello honey!” “looking hot babe” “why don’t you give us your number?” Some men repairing a street light were yelling at her. Agatha ignored the catcalls and hastily took her phone out to call an Uber. She wanted to get far from these sleazy men soon, but there was no signal at all “shit!” she cursed. She hadn't considered that possibility, and the gray clouds were getting closer and closer. “You think you are too pretty to talk to us bitch?!” The catcalls were getting uglier too, and the signal wasn’t getting any better.

The clouds were closing in, and she already could feel the cool wind from nearby rain. She noticed the repairmen were packing everything after finishing their job; she had no other option but one that she reluctantly took. “Wait! Wait! in which direction are you going? Can you drive me home?”

“Oh, so now we are not beneath you,” said one of the repairmen. “We are returning to the city”

“Oh great, I am going there too. Could you take me there please? I have no signal”

The man smiled “What are you going to do for us in exchange?”

“Uh, mmm, I could pay you fifty bucks” Agatha offered, hating having to beg and hussle with the guys who had catcalled her before.

“Nevermind. We are just toying with you. We will take you home, miss.” Agatha felt relief.

As they were entering into the car, one of the men stood and signaled her to enter first “After you,”

She would have preferred going by the window but didn’t want to be rude. She sat between two workers and felt very uncomfortable. She was regretting her dress choice more and more.

(to be continued...)