Later that same evening my boyfriend came over to our house, and from the moment he came in the door, I understood something was wrong. I couldn't do anything but sit there and listen to him talking about "not the right feeling" and "no common interests" and other phrases that I'd heard so many times before from girlfriends of mine and from films and read in books etc., but I had never thought I would hear them directed at me. An hour later I was on my room, crying my guts out over his betrayal. Finally he had told me he'd met someone else, and that was it: "We" were history.

Over the next few days my brother understood what was wrong, but he left me alone with my grief. By the third day, at dec.30. I figured I shouldn't let this brake me, and I figured out I had to pull myself together and get through with my life. I didn't want to bother my parents with my problems just before the celebration, so when speaking to them on the phone, I pretended everything was normal and that I was looking forward to celebrating with my boyfriend and so on.

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All my friends in this city were also my former boyfriends' friends, and I didn't want to meet any of them yet, so I had to figure out what to do on new-years-eve. After considering several options, I decided I wanted to be on my own for the evening, and I wanted to be away from everything. I remembered a place I had found on one of my trips in the woods surrounding the city, and figured I'd camp overnight there.

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It was a place surrounded by thick forest and almost invisible from outside the small forest area. In the middle of the area there was a small cliff, flat on the top and just high enough to be able to see over the treetops and view the surroundings. This place wasn't too far from the city, and although I was out walking the day I found it, one could easily drive to a place just a quarter mile from the spot. The place had a magnificent view of the city and the suburbs surrounding the place on three sides. It didn't seem as if there had been any other humans on the spot for a long time, probably there were not many that knew of the place at all.

I decided to go out to that spot and stay there for the new-year-eve. Now understand that this is on the southern hemisphere, and in our area there's summer this time of the year, so I decided to bring food and drinks, clothes and a sleeping bag and stay the night, Thus being able to watch both the fireworks and stuff at midnight, and the sunset at the first of January year 2000.

I told my brother of my plans and where I was going to be, and asked him to respect my wish for privacy. He agreed, and asked how long I was planning to be out there. I told him so, and gave him a drawn map of where I was going, just in case. I had learned that I should tell where I was going when hiking alone, and I figured my brother ought to know. As the day approached, I gathered my things in my backpack, drove out to the parking area and went over to my secret place.

Finally there, I unpacked my stuff, no need to cover up anything from the weather since the forecast said no wind and no rain. I decided to go for a trip in the surroundings to kill a few hours, and then come back to the place about nine o'clock, just before dark. I hiked quite a few miles, and in the silence of the woods I got time to think things over, concluding that things weren't that bad after all. I had a good, supportive family, easy to get new friends, the look that would give me attention from other boys quite soon, and I started looking lighter on life.

Just before the sun went down, I arrived back at the rock. When arriving I got a distinct feeling of something being wrong. It seemed that someone, or something had moved around a little on some of my stuff, but since nothing seemed lost, I figured it'd been some small animal. (There are no dangerous animal and no large animals this close to town, luckily). As it was still over 70 degrees, I decided to get my clothes off and enjoy being nude for a while (Oh, I forgot to mention, I've always enjoyed being naked in the nature, makes me feeling more at one with nature or something, I guess). I undressed all the way until my "birth- suite", and confidant that I was all- alone and no one could see me, I stretched out on my sleeping bag and just relaxed. I got sort of aroused by being out here alone, naked, in the warm air, and I soon started caressing my body and my intimate parts. This added to my arousal and I soon ended up fucking my self with a mosquito spray-can while fondling my breasts, and soon I started orgasming. Not a wild and violent orgasm, just shivers of pleasure and warmth throughout my body. As the orgasm receded, I just laid there with my eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of the after-glow of the orgasm just listening to the silence and my own breath and heart-beats.

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"That's a good start, slut" a male voice said, jolting me back in reality with a tremendous shock. I quickly sat up, trying to cover myself with the sleeping bag while looking up to see who was there. The first thing I saw, was a guy, about twenty, who stood right in front of me, grinning, obviously the guy who had talked. Just as I realized that he had something in his hand, some rope and stuff, I also realized that there were more guys than him, and looking around I counted 8 or nine of them, surrounding me, all of them grinning and whispering together about my "performance"

"What do you want? Who are you? What are you doing?" All the questions just burst out as I tried to reach my clothes, but one of the guys kicked them away from me. "What we want? We want some entertainment, of course. And given this special occasion, we want some real good entertainment, and that's you!" "And who are we?" a very familiar sound said, "Well, you should know me well, and these are my friends, and we're going to party here tonight, with you!".

I turned around, and my blood froze to ice as I saw my brother standing there with the same evil grin on his face and a noticeable bulb in his trousers. Just as I realized what these guys were up to.

I asked my brother "What are you doing, what on all is this?" "A, shut up. I've tired of having you teasing me up with your looks and your comments, and I'm tired of your teasing about me and girls, and I'm tired of your "nose-up"- attitude and just about everything. And given the fact that you have no boyfriend more, and that a body that nice shouldn't stay unused, I figured me and my friends could treat ourselves to a good time and give you what you need at the same time!"

Tears poured down my cheeks as I realized that my brother had in fact set me up to this, and I trusted him and told him where I was going to be! He had just waited for this occasion, and now he and his friends had made a plot to rape and abuse me. It wasn't a moments doubt in my mind that this was what they had in mind, given the situation.

"Well, guys, let's make her ready" my brother said. In a minute they'd spread my sleeping bag on the ground, me upon it, and while four guys held my arms and legs, me kicking and swearing an pleading them to let me go, the hammered stakes into the ground and tied my arms and legs to them. I was spread out tight, not being able to move any of my limbs, and after that they stood up, admiring their work. Then one of them inserted something, a ring I think, into my mouth, just behind my teeth, and he secured it with a strap behind my head. Then they inserted a dildo into the ring and secured that too with straps behind my neck.