The Prey:
You dumped me in the woods and told me to run.
Hands tied.
Naked.
I run like my life counts on it, but you are quicker than I gave you credit for. It took every bit of stamina to fuel myself ahead, but I no longer hear you behind me. I scout out a tree big enough to hide behind and wait you out. Crouching down and trying to silence my heavy breaths, I force an iron control over my nerves. Mentally preparing for what's about to come. My pleasure feeds off of my fear as another wave of ecstasy washes its way through my body with every beat of my eager heart.
You're about to make me hurt as I beg for it. Both of our dark sides coming out to dance with the other.
Too much time has passed, and there's still no sign of you. In my attempt to stand, I lose my balance and fall backwards onto my arms that remain bound behind my back.
I'm finally on my knees about to stand when I hear the disturbance of foliage and soon see the toes of your hiking boots. I look up at you with a prideful smile of defiance. "You caught me when I was down. How big and bad of you." I taunt, my voice heavy with sarcasm. A big mistake.
"Shut the fuck up." You growl. My breath is stolen when you push your booted foot into my shoulder knocking me onto my side. I cry out into the forest when you kick again, this time my glute falling victim to your assault. There's enough force to push me the rest of the way onto my belly.
Dirt invades my mouth. The unwelcome discomfort is irksome. Spitting does nothing to erase the gritty Earth from my mouth.
I use my core and knees to inch forward as I struggle to put distance between us. You find my efforts humorous because you don't hold back on the devilish chuckle you belt out.
You mount me from behind, leaning forward to grab me by the hair. Your weight pushes my naked body further into the rough ground. Twigs and grass bite into my skin along with whatever bugs that inhabit the space beneath me. The thought makes my skin crawl.
You lick your tongue up the side of my neck just before you sink your teeth in. "The temptation to bite you everywhere and leave my mark all over your flesh torments my control. I want to hurt you Babygirl." You sound vicious like a brute animal. "You should've ran and never looked back." You suck the freshly attacked spot and abruptly let go. My face hits the ground, the feeling equivalent to being slapped across the cheek. You aren't holding back on the manhandling today, and my cunt only grows wetter for you.
You dig your hands into my waist and pull me against you. No words are shared, or hints given before you push into me with a force that makes me see a personal supernova. I gag on my screams as I clench my walls like a vice around you making it almost impossible for you to pull back out. You are bliss Sir.
