Twisted Games - Hide and See

I'm jogging through the night, the constant jingling on my neck has me feeling like I'm a little kitten... it's annoying. I can already tell that it'll give my position away, rather sooner than later. My nipples are little rocks, it's bloody cold tonight. Goosebumps cover my whole body, and my feet slip and slide on the muddy ground. Thankfully it stopped raining before he came to play with me. I can hear a small whistle not far behind me and step up my tempo, constantly searching for a place to hide. I spot a high stand close by and climb up the small ladder, before crouching on top of it.

His steps are deafening on the fallen leaves that're covering the ground he walks on. As soon as he steps into my view, I completely stop breathing. The fear of him catching me up here makes me freeze on point. My naked body is so pale that it shines in the moonlight that's breaking through the treetops, one slight turn of his head and he'd spot me immediately. The high stand cracks under my weight and I'm afraid it'll crash down any second but surprisingly it doesn't. As the wood cracks loudly, the masked man stops in his movements and holds still. He's waiting for another sound of me to give away my position, I can feel it. He must feel it too, the tension in the air. But shockingly he keeps on walking before he's out of my sight.

I exhale loudly, calmed down now, when a hand gets wrapped around my neck from behind. My surprised squeak gets stuck in my throat as he coos into my ear "Guess I caught myself a little kitten, isn't that right?" I begin to squirm, jump forward but his massive body keeps me in place. "Nuh uh. Caught it, keep it. You don't fucking dare to move. Understood?" I respond with a small nod. "Good. Hold still." He climbs around to the front, his hand leaves my neck only for a second before he grabs it again, even tighter this time. He brings his masked face close to mine, sniffing on me. "I can smell the fear on you, can smell the arousal too. You're soaked for me, aren't you, little one? Are you wet for your masked nightmare, ready to get used and abused however he desires?" A whimper crawls up my throat and leaves my mouth breathlessly. "If I'd reach down now, would I find you ready for me? Would it be easy to insert myself into that throbbing mess I claimed for myself? That's my pussy now, baby, mine. And I get to decide how it's pleasured. You have no vote on this, because toys do not get to vote, they get played with. Isn't that fucking right, toy?"

"Yes, Sir." My voice is shaking, my eyes halfway closed before they suddenly grow wide as he lightly slaps my face while shaking his head. Shame floods my body. What did I do wrong? Didn't I just give him the answer he wanted? Why is he looking at me with a sudden disappointment. I'm biting my lip, thinking about what he might want me to say. "Yes, Daddy," I sob as he squeezes my throat tighter.

"That's my good girl. Such a smart girl," he coos before lightly slapping my face again. Satisfaction crawls up my spine, calms me down and gets me all lightheaded. His praise has me whimpering for more, moaning even, but he releases my throat. His massive hands push my knees to the side before he takes advantage of my squatting position and covers my soaked center with his palm. A single finger dips into the puddle between my legs and I'm exhaling shakingly. The tip of his finger dips in and out, teases my entrance, his palm draws circles on my clit. My eyes close fluttering, and he snaps at me. "Eyes open, little one. Look at me. Show Daddy what he does to that pretty pussy. Show me the excitement in your eyes. Don't you fucking dare closing your eyes." The whimper that leaves my throat is feral. I've never heard myself like this ever before.

He adds a second finger, dips them both in and out, drives me crazy with these light touches and he knows. My eyes are glued to his mask, the need to roll them back almost unbearable at this point. I open my mouth to beg for more, just before he thrusts both fingers inside with one smooth move. My mouth is opened wide in a silent cry as it takes my everything not to come right here and now. The only thing that holds me back is, that he gave me no permission to find me release and that I'm certain that every misbehaving will be punished. My body shakes uncontrollably, my knees are weak, and his hands are the only thing that keep me in place and keep me from falling down or against him.

The smirk in his modulated voice is unambiguously when he leans forward and murmurs into my ear what a good girl I am for behaving myself. He says that he knows how hard it must be not to come but that it's not time for that yet, but that good girls get rewarded when they play along and follow the rules. "And you do want to follow my rules, don't you, baby?" I'm shaking my head, then I nod, before shaking it again, and he giggles. The sound of his laughter helps me to get back to my senses. I'm torn out of my hypnosis and smashed back into reality, and it feels like I just got an ice bucked emptied over my head. I blink a few times before using my arms to push him down the high stand and onto the muddy forest ground. He's aching and moans, a small fear that I might've hurt him has me frozen for a second, before I jump down as well and sprint off.

The bell on my collar rings loudly as my feet thunder across the woods. My body hurts, my lungs are aching and my muscles protest with every step. A raindrop lands on my forehead and has me stopping and looking up. One drop turns into plenty and shortly later I'm drenched. My hair sticks to my head, my body shakes from the cold, and just in the moment I spot a cabin not far away from me, I get tackled to the ground. "There you are. Such a fucking brat you are. A fucking brat for kicking me and pushing me. I hope you'll hate your punishment, I'll for sure enjoy it," he grunts into my ear and the next moment I'm impaled on his thick cock.

Without any mercy, he thrusts into me, grabs my hands with his and fucks me into the ground. My painful cries and moans hall back from the trees, the rain falls down onto us and soaks our bodies. Every time he pulls out and enters me again feels deeper than before and my moans turn into screams. My orgasm hits me before I even know what's happening and just in the moment starts exploding before my eyes, he pulls back and leaves my body. Still pushing me into the ground, he spanks my ass, turns pleasure into pain by turning my already bruised ass from red to purple.

"No, no, no. Please stop. Please," my cries are ugly, tears cover my face, but he doesn't stop. I'm sobbing as the rain purrs down on us and my ass goes numb from all the pain it can't bear. My lip is bleeding because I'm chewing it so much and my eyes are burning. My sobs turn into whimpers when he finally stops slapping my ass. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry," I plead and cry before he picks me up and pulls me into his lap. His hands caressing my hair, he rocks us back and forth.

"Shhhh," he coos into my ear, tries to calm me down, and I bury my face in his chest. His cock is still rock hard and pressed against my wet slit and without any second thoughts I lift myself up and guide it inside of me. His head falls back and the animalistic noises he makes, set my body on fire. "No, Baby, no. Fuck. That's not what I planned. Stop. Behave. Please, baby." He shakes his head and tries to keep my hips from moving but he has no chance.

His shirt is torn to shreds and my cold lips kiss every spot of skin they can catch while I jump up and down his hard length. My mouth glides up his neck, caresses his throat, before I sink my teeth into his hot flesh. He groans, his hips rock up and his cock swells even more inside of me so I do it again, harder this time. I don't see it coming but the next moment he spins us around and I'm stuck between his massive self and the muddy ground as he fucks into me like a mad man. His thighs spread my knees, his hands pinch my nipple and squeeze my throat, as he pumps into my needy pussy the way he desires. He hits the spot deep inside of me that has me seeing stars and I begin to beg and plead him to grand me my release. If possible, he thrusts even harder before his cock begins to throb uncontrollably.

"Come on my cock, little one. Scream my name and come for your God, your Master, your Daddy. Give it to me." He talks me through my orgasm as wave after wave hits me and spasms shake my body. My eyes roll back into my head when I let out the most feral moan I've ever heard. His name is a prayer on my lips as I scream for his cum, for mercy, for God. He fills me just seconds later, feeds me shot after shot of his hot, thick cum while grunting my name into my ear. With the last drop of his load, he breaks down and buries me underneath his body. The feeling of being lifted into strong arms and off the ground, is the last thing I feel before passing out.