Disclaimer: TRIGGERS - This story contains rough and coerced sex. Please do not read on if this may affect you and please accept my apologies. This story is written as pure fantasy ONLY and I do not condone the behaviour of the antagonists. If you cannot differentiate between fantasy and reality then please do not read on! Otherwise, please enjoy!
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My jaw hangs open, no sound coming from it now as I look back over my right shoulder. Donny's looming figure just stares at me from my vulnerable position on the bed. He's absolutely massive, both tall and broad, wearing tatty dungarees over some kind of long sleeved top. It's hard to get a good look in this light, but it looks like he's dressed like any other typical country boy - except for the burlap sack for a mask. Suddenly he lets out a roar, bringing the machete above his head. My eyes go wide "Nooooo!" I scream as he brings it back down.
The blade smashes down into the bed to the left of me, my head swinging back around. I stare in disbelief for a second at the blade resting a few inches to my left. It's cut clean through the mattress and become embedded in the metal frame. How did he miss me? I'm literally a foot away from him. Did he do that on purpose? Wait... Why the hell am I questioning this?!
I come to my senses and quickly scramble forward and off the bed, crashing to the floor. I crawl forward a few feet as Donny growls by the bed. It's hard to move with my bikini briefs bunched around my thighs, so I roll on to my back. I can see he's having trouble pulling the blade out of the bed frame, which is why he's growling so angrily. I reach down to my briefs and pull them back up my legs, pushing myself backwards along the wooden floor at the same time, trying to get some distance between us.
"Come on... shit! Damn it!" I shout as I have trouble unrolling the material "For fuck sake!" I manage to get them back up, the tight fabric snapping back into place over my pussy and ass "Oww!" The material stings against my post-spanked skin. "Oh shit! No!" I yell out as I see him prise the machete clear, his large frame stumbling back into the door as he rips it from the bed .
I quickly roll back on to my front and push myself up. He's blocking the only door in, so I turn and see window at the other end of the cabin, making a run for it. My knees hurt from kneeling down on the wooden dock for so long and my ass hurts from the spanking. I reach the window and try to push it up. It moves a little, but jams "No no no!" I push harder, his loud footsteps starting to move in my direction "Come on!" It moves up a bit more. I look over my shoulder, he's getting closer "Please!" I yell, as if the window was just waiting for good manners. A hard push and it opens up some more, the gap now big enough. I push myself up and crawl through just in time, a hand brushing my escaping foot as I fall on to the grass outside.
I get up and look at the window, loud growls coming from the burlap mask that looks out at me. He turns away, walking back into the cabin, presumably for the door. I quickly get my bearings and realise that we were in the cabin closest to the reception building... and furthest from the police cruiser. Donny comes roaring out of the cabin, moving much quicker than I anticipated. Without delay, I turn and start to run up the grassy hill, slipping and stumbling my way to the top. I look over my shoulder and see him striding purposefully in my direction "Fuck!"
At the top of the hill is a car park. I grab my large breasts, one in each hand, to hold them steady and sprint across it to the large wooden reception building with glass fronted doors. I reach the doors "Come on, please be open!" I try the first but it doesn't budge "No! Please!" I try the next door and it's unlocked "Yes!"
I get inside and pull the door shut behind me, the burlap sack slowly bobbing up into view as he nears the top of the hill. I look around the room, not even sure what I'm looking for. A weapon? An escape route? A phone! There's a land-line on the reception desk and I lift the dusty receiver, putting it to my ear... No dial tone. Press the buttons... no response. Turning back, I see Donny moving across the car park. Panicking, I drop the phone and head for the nearest place to run - up the stairs.
I reach the first floor landing and bolt to the left for no particular reason, reaching a door with 'Manager's Office' labelled on it. Pushing it open, I step inside and shut the door behind me, just as I hear glass smashing downstairs. Apparently Donny doesn't make quite the elegant entrance that I do. The room is situated on the corner of the building. It's fairly large and surprisingly well lit, with moonlight flooding in from large windows on two walls. Straight in front of me is a big wooden desk with a chair behind it. A double bed sticks out from the wall far to my right, with cupboards and draws dotted around it. Clearly this doubled up as the manager's bedroom as well. Donny's footsteps are on the stairs now and this room lacks the one thing I need - an escape route. With no other options left, I run to the bed and crawl under it, turning so I can see the room.
The footsteps are on the landing now. Hopefully he'll go the other way... No such luck, the heavy steps get closer. My arm hits something and I find a box under the bed. I open it quickly, tipping out the contents - a bunch of polaroid photos. Would it have been too much for the universe to give me gun?! It's too dark under the bed to make out what's on them and I don't really have time to check, the door to the office smashing open.
