I don't know how long I had been sitting there for, all I knew was that it was getting late, the sun had already disappeared over the horizon and all that was left was an orange glow shimmering across the skyline. The ducks had long since eaten all of the bread I had scattered for them and had returned to the lake. Calmer than I had felt for days I stared out after them. With a sigh I decided it was time to leave.
The park was like your usual city park, a duck lake in the centre with a footpath around its perimeter. At one end there was a small wood for those who wanted a bit of privacy.
No one ever went there this time in the evening; the dog walkers had all gone home. The quickest way for me to go home however was through that wood; there is a small gap in the fence on the other side, which comes out on my road. The thought has never bothered me before.
As I started to walk in that direction, I noticed a man walking towards me from my right, his eyes were fixed on me, with an animal like glean, like a wolf having found his prey.
I felt a little unnerved, but tried to shrug it off. It was just some bozo that gets some kind of kick out of making girls feel uncomfortable like that, and I continued as before. He fell into step a short distance behind me. Another man was also coming across a little further ahead the same manic glint in his eye, and a wicked grin on his face, his hands buried deep in his pockets. I swallowed hard and fixed my eyes on the pavement in front of me, a breeze ruffled at my low cut blouse and my skirt. I pulled my coat closer around me. As the path started to curve away from the woods I noticed three more men coming from the other way. I started to feel more than a little panicked. I glanced behind me and saw a third join the other two, they had spread out into a curved line behind me. I began to doubt that the woods were a good idea, but realised that I had no choice turning around now would lead me straight back towards them, and I certainly did not want to try that.
The Pack had all lined up behind me now as I climbed a steep slope towards the woods, six in all and every time I looked back at them, one of them would grin at me baring his teeth assuring me I wasn't mistaken that they were stalking me. I could feel the tension rising, my breath had become ragged and beads of sweat had formed between my breasts. They were hungry for it, hungry for the hunt, knowing that soon I would bolt and the chase would begin. Just patiently waiting their muscles tensed and ready, for any sign of flight.
As soon as I stepped through the first line of trees like a classic deer I bolted, hoping that I could get to the other side before they could catch me. I had no choice, I ran for my life. I heard one let out a whoop and they gave chase.
Not wearing running shoes, I ran clumsily, stumbling and crashing through the undergrowth, tripping on twigs and running into branches that whipped at my legs. Panic was ripping through me, tearing painfully at my heart. I was overwhelmed by fear, tears streaming down my face blinding me, blurring my vision. I could only hear the pounding of my blood coursing through my veins.
So this is how it feels to be a deer pursued, hearing the howling of the wolves in chase, blinded by panic and fear, only instinct taking over knowing somewhere that it is all in vain.
Not much farther now, the fence must be here somewhere. Eyes focused ahead, my foot became jammed in some outstretched roots and I fell crashing to the ground.
I heard them closing in, I knew they were close; I pushed myself up onto my hands, crying wholeheartedly now whilst I struggle to get to my feet. But it was too late.
"Here Kitty, Kitty, " his voice was gruff and deep. I heard him walk around me. I looked up to face him. Stemming my tears as pride and a certain amount of courage took their place. I was encircled by the pack forming a solid wall of steaming masculine bodies around me. "Kitty's in the middle, so what's she gonna do?" he taunted a canine like grin spreading across his gruff face. He had roughly shaven stubble, messy dark hair, with dark penetrating brown eyes that looked deep into your soul. I looked around me for anything a gap in their wall, a weapon, any chance of escape. I grabbed a branch and swung it at him, a welt appeared on his cheek. Malice contorting his features he screamed with rage. I struck again, but this time too slow. He grabbed it and held it firm in his strong grip, staring me down, realising I wouldn't win; I let go and backed off. They began to circle around me laughing and belittling me, I ran at them hoping to break through, slashing with my nails, they caught me and threw me back in, stealing the opportunity to grab a breast or pinch my arse.
Defeated, exhausted and helpless, I sink to the ground crying, they close in on me, binding my hands behind my back, putting a gag over my mouth, then blindfolding me into darkness. Constantly feeling my most intimate of places, every now and then a hand would grab at my jutting breasts or another would rub against my clit, and someone else might grab my arse. I tried to shrug off the hands but I couldn't stop them, they just pinched all the harder.
Broken, I walked quietly with them as the ground turned from soft earth to gravel and then to pavement, I heard van doors being opened.
"Nice one boys, " I heard a male voice say, as he pinched my chin holding my face up for inspection, "she's quite a beaut'. I'd like to get a look at her eyes. There'll be a fire burning there. I'll bet" I was lifted into the van, taken into the far corner, where a metal collar and chain was put around my neck. My hands were untied and instead cuffed to the front with metal shackles, my blindfold left in place. I choose not to touch it, I was grateful that I couldn't see them inspecting me, and knew that I would be punished if I attempted to touch it. I stood in the corner my back turned to them with my head bowed.
"She wont be broken easy though that's for sure," he continued, "okay she's quiet now but once those chains are off of her and she builds up a bit of courage, I'm betting she'll fight nail and tooth, and I'll be waiting" He continued, groping my arse. I shrunk away from his touch. "Was she difficult to bring in?"
"Hell Yeah, " came the reply, "she swung a fucking branch at me, the bitch. It was a good hunt though, we didn't think she was gonna bolt at first. She might have got away if she
didn't trip. I can see why the boss wanted her, she's got a great figure, He had us following her for weeks, he's been obsessed with her, though I hope we get a chance to
play with this one." He laughed.
One of the others came over to me, pressing his erection up against the small of my back and the crack of my arse, rubbing my breast with one hand and gripping my pussy with the other pressing his fingers up against my clit. At some point my panties had been pulled off whilst they bound me, and he took full advantage of that and my short skirt hiked around my waist, I tried to grip my legs together, and he seemed to find that amusing, chuckling he pressed his nose into my hair at the back of my neck and inhaled deeply, smelling my sweat and fear, pushing close against my trembling body. "Cant we have a bit of a play now?" he said more to me than the others, "the boss doesn't need to know."
"Don't you fucking dare" came the answer, "the boss would have you hung drawn and quartered, not that you wouldn't deserve it!"
In defiance and threat he pressed my body hard up against the van wall, allowing his breath to go into my ear. "I wanted to take your little ass, sooner than this, " he murmured, "I've seen you in the shower, when your rubbing smooth bubbles of soap over your pretty little tits, I've seen you play with yourself in your room, and my god I wanted to go in there and give you a helping hand. I've jacked off so many times watching you before now. You have teased me beyond the point of distraction without even knowing it. I will get the chance to have you before long. Just wait till you slip up before your master, I'll be waiting there to punish you." He gently pulled a piece of my hair away from my tear stained, dirty cheek before whispering "later Kitten," pushing me with one last thrust against the wall of the van so that I loose balance and fall to my knees. A sob escaped me and tears welled up behind my blindfold as he walked away.
"Was that really necessary?" Someone muttered as his footsteps stomped away. The doors to the van slammed shut, and the engine shuddered into life. I knew some of the men were inside the van with me, but they left me alone then, I knew they were watching me; again I turned my back to them, and huddled in the corner.
I must have fallen asleep because I awoke with a start when the doors to the van opened.
"Okay, boys get her unloaded then." Somebody shouted. I was roughly lifted to my feet and the collar removed. Lead by my chains, I was walked across a gravel driveway, and through a creaky door, which slammed shut with a shudder behind us. I was lead down an echoing corridor and into a small room.
"Stay." was the only instruction I was left with, as they swiftly left the room, the metal door made a solid thud as it closed and the lock clicked into place.
Alone, anger welled inside me and I ripped the blindfold from my eyes. I surveyed the room a metal bedstead stood beside me with a basic bedside cabinet. A small metal table and two metal chairs were against the farthest wall, which had a tiny barred window set way too high to see anything worthwhile out of. There was a tiny washbasin and toilet in the far corner and a shower over a white tiled shower tray, the shower curtain was transparent, purely intended to maintain the shower spray. The walls were grey and unadorned and the floor cold concrete.
