Hunted

Author's note: This is a strong dub con themed story with no nonconsensual acts. It can get rough, and is not for everyone. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

Angela's first impulse after she got home, even before she masturbated or showered, was to answer the sign-up email and pick a day to join a hunt. It was only by the skin of her teeth that she managed to resist that terrible siren's song.

"Tomorrow," she promised herself. "I'll do it tomorrow. Always sleep on important decisions, Angela. Always."

It didn't happen the next day, though. That was dedicated to calling in sick and masturbating until it was late enough in the evening that she could call one of her fuck buddies over to use her. While that was better than her fingers or her vibe, it still wasn't as good as Rick's dick had been in the parking lot, and it definitely wasn't as good as what Sarah had gotten not twenty feet in front of her.

That's what Angela wanted, but still, something in her hesitated. She spent her entire weekend hesitating on one dick or another, and it wasn't until she went to work with a very sore pussy on Monday that her life resumed some kind of normalcy. That evening, she got another email from TheDarkestHunt with a complimentary highlight reel of the evening's events she'd witnessed, but she was too scared to open it. Instead, she went on a jog.

That was a frequent enough hobby for her, but with all this pent-up lust, Angela became a health freak for a week. She hit the gym every morning, just aching for someone to take advantage of her in the locker room, and she ran on one trail or another every evening, hoping for worse than that.

She even stopped wearing a sports bra when she ran at night and bounced along in her tube top in a way that would have been indecent if the path was better lit. She wasn't even particularly well-endowed, but she could feel her breasts shift and surge with every stride.

I might as well be running around naked, she thought to herself as she bounced along at her usual pace. That wasn't quite true, but it wasn't far from it.

She was basically asking for it, but somehow, despite the crime statistics that told her just how many monsters lived in her city, no one took her up on that offer. Men running the other way might ogle her or even catcall her now and then, but no one did so much as grope her butt.

At least, that was true until she ran into someone who looked vaguely familiar. She couldn't figure out where she'd seen him exactly, and for a moment, she allowed herself to worry and hope that it was from the hunting club as he ran toward her. However, it was only when he ran past her and said, "Well, some of a bitch, the slutty gym bunny really does jog here," that she remembered the asshole from the gym.

Even then, she didn't start to speed up until she heard him stop and start running up behind her. She didn't want to. She wanted to be caught, but something inside her made her pounding heart beat faster and faster until she was running as fast as she could.

Despite that, though, he was still gaining. "Hey, wait up, I just want to talk!" he yelled, but she didn't believe him. She didn't trust anyone, least of all herself, at this moment. Instead of waiting or even continuing down the somewhat lighted trail along the lakeside, she charged off into the grassy underbrush and then hid behind the thick trunk of a tree not far from the path.

She thought that would be enough to lose him when he jogged past her a ways, but as soon as she started breathing heavily again, he practically appeared right behind her, and she screeched in panic as she practically jumped out of her skin.

She moved to run again, but he put his hand on her shoulder and pushed her against the tree again. "Easy, bitch, easy," he said, "I just wanted to compliment you on actually telling the truth back in the gym. I honestly didn't believe it until I saw you. That takes some balls."

"I... Uhhhhh... Thanks..." she said, not sure what to do. Her fight-or-flight mechanism was going crazy right now, and she didn't know whether to run, punch him in the nose, or spread her legs for him.

"I must say, I do like the choice of outfit," he said with a smile as he reached down and brazenly caressed one of her obvious nipples with his free hand. The casual entitlement of the gesture was more responsible for sending a shiver of desire down her spine than the sensation itself. "You here for someone special, or are you just throwing yourself to the wolves and seeing what happens?"

"I mean... if someone tries to take what they want, how am I supposed to stop them?" she asked.

He studied her for a moment. He even let go of her shoulder, and for a moment, she thought she'd done something to scare him off. Instead, he reached up and grabbed her by a handful of her dark hair, hard enough for it to hurt as she craned her neck and gasped.

"Listen here, slut, I got a record," he growled. "If the cops find us and bust me while I'm doing you sideways for lewd and lascivious, I don't much care, but I ain't going back up state for no rape charge, you understand?"

"I... I do..." she gasped, feeling herself flood at the idea that an ex-con was about to have his way with her right here, right now.

He took her other hand and pulled it to the throbbing bulge in his shorts, which made her melt a little more. "If you want this cock, then you're going to need to beg for it, you understand?"

"Wha-what?" she asked, dumbstruck by the statement. One second, he was about to take her against the tree, just the way she needed, and the next, he wanted, what, to make sure she was okay with this?

"You heard me," he said. "I'll give you the dick you obviously need, but I ain't dealin' with no he said, she said in front of a judge, if you change your mind tomorrow, so if you want this dick, you better beg, and you better make it convincing, or I've got a run to finish."

What he said completely killed the mood, but not enough to stop her from saying it anyway. "Please..." she whispered, sliding to her knees. "Please take out this magnificent cock and use me... please make it hurt..."

As she spoke, she pulled down his waistband, exposing his hard-on. She didn't suck it, though. Instead, she just nuzzled against his sweaty cock and balls, basking in his pheromones as she murmured, "Please, stretch me out and use me..."

As she spoke, she really started to get into it. If she couldn't pretend to be properly violated, she could at least be degraded, and as she started stroking his veiny dick with one hand, she sucked on his left ball.

"Damn, you really are a fucked up cunt aren't you," the ugly man chuckled, watching her squirm for him. "Why don't you taste that dick and get it real wet so I can make it fit in your hole. I got a feelin' you're gonna need it."

Angela didn't need to be told twice. Though it was as ugly as he was, the ex-con's dick was too big for her to try to gag on. Despite not being very long, it was quite thick, so she attacked it with long strokes of her tongue for several seconds before she sucked on the head and feasted on his bitter precum.

This loser was exactly the opposite of her preferred lover, but at this moment, that made him extra perfect. If he'd just covered her mouth and fucked her against the tree, he would have been her perfect man for the night, but as humiliating as this was, it would probably still work.

She was just starting to get into it when he pushed her to the ground and started pulling her clothing off her. She didn't fight back, but she wanted to. She couldn't, though. She just wanted to do it as foreplay, but as skittish as he was acting, she was pretty sure he'd change his mind, even with his dick hanging out.

So, instead of begging him not to do this, she contented herself in moaning with pleasure as a man she'd probably never see again mauled her bare breasts in the dark with his rough, callused hands. "Normally, I like my women with a bit more meat on 'em, but when they're as juicy as you, well, that's just something I can't refuse."

She blushed in the dark as he commented on how wet she was. She could hear it. She could hear the erotic sound of her creamy pussy flexing around this ugly man's ugly dick as he searched for her hole and then, without warning, rammed it inside of her.

The surprise of the motion took her breath away. More than that, it actually hurt a little. That much at least pleased her. She wanted him to hurt her on purpose, but if he was only going to do it on accident as a clumsy lover, then she could live with that.

She lay there with her hands above her head, just waiting for him to pin her there, but he never did. Instead, once he was inside of her, he focused all of his attention on her tits. He said they were too small for her, but the reality was he couldn't get enough.

"God, you're fucking tight," he hissed as he started to move. "I feel like I'm going to rip this pussy wide open if I fuck it the way I want to."

"Do it," she begged, "Ruin me! Destroy me!"

That was when he finally covered her mouth. She'd been hoping, but apparently, he didn't want to get caught more than he wanted her to keep begging, and that was alright by her. Now that no one could hear what she had to say, she gasped and grunted as the prick inside her began to pick up speed.

Moment by moment and thrust by thrust, she lost herself to the pleasure that was building inside of her. "No! You can't!" she moaned into the hand covering her mouth, but all he or anyone else could hear was "Nhhhhhh, along with the wet, sloppy sounds of her pussy as he pounded away inside her.

The very last thing that Angela wanted was for this man to stop. He didn't seem to want to either. Not once did he really get into it. She couldn't see a trace of his initial skittishness once he started hammering his hips against hers. Then he started saying the foulest things she could imagine.

"God, I haven't knocked up a slut as young as you in years," he groaned. "In a few months, you're not going to be able to get away without wearing a bra. You really can't now, though, can you?"

To put an exclamation point on that statement, he bit down on her right breast hard enough that it was definitely going to leave a bruise. That made Angela yelp in pain, but she didn't feel pain right now. The noise was as much a squeal of pleasure as anything. His bite hadn't hurt any more than her overstuffed pussy did.

Everything was pleasurable now. Being held down in the grass, being fucked somewhere public, and being used roughly by a man she didn't know. It was so close to perfect, but with her orgasm already almost ready to crash down on her, she couldn't even remember what her problem with any of this was supposed to be.

"Oh shit... oh... oh fuuuuuuu...." she gasped into her partner's calloused hand, unintelligibly.

Instead, she just bucked and squirmed as she finally got her first good cum since Rick had used her in the parking lot. This wasn't like the fireworks she could light off with her vibe. Or the orgasms that left her drowsy and tingly when her fuck buddies were through with her.

This orgasm was a wildfire, and it burned through her hard enough to make the muscles in her calves cramp as her muscular cunt grabbed the invading dick as hard as it could and did its best to milk it. After a few seconds of fluttering and throbbing, it finally succeeded.

He held her there balls deep as he growled, "Here it comes bitch, I hope you're on something..." and blew his load straight into her womb.

She should have been outraged by that. She would have been if she was capable of thinking about anything but the way she was coming on this stranger's dick. She was in the park getting fucking by someone, and she didn't even know his name. The only thing that made it less than perfect was the way he forced her to beg him.

That was the only false note as she bucked and writhed beneath this ugly sonofabitch. She didn't want to beg. She wanted to beg him to stop! Still, not even that could ruin this for her, and as she felt shot after shot of hot cum splatter against her cervix, she grew ever more addicted to this thrill.

She lost all track of time at that moment, but when he was done with her, he pulled his flaccid dick out of her with deliberate slowness, and she felt his cum gush out of her as he stood. "Man, you are one fucked up bitch," he said with a soft chuckle. "No wonder pretty boy didn't do it for you. You don't want a man; you want a monster."

As he finished, he offered her his hand, and after a moment of deliberation, she took it, and he helped her to her feet. "Well, then, it's a good thing I found one," she said matter-of-factly as she pulled her top down to cover her sore breasts. It was only when she'd done so that she realized she probably should have started with her pants first, given the way her shaved, cum glazed pussy was still on display.

She had no intentions of inviting him back to her place. No matter how much she wanted to go again, she promised herself she wouldn't do that much, at least.

Instead, he did just the opposite. "Well, if you don't want to do this again, then I don't mind doin' my cardio someplace else. This was your spot first, so--"

"It's fine. It's not like I'm out here every night," she lied, "If I see you, I see you, and whatever happens, happens."

"Who knows," she continued, pulling her leggings back up to cover her nudity while she tried feigning a confident smile that wasn't very authentic, considering her legs were still shaking. "Maybe next time you find me, I won't be in the mood. I can always just say no."

"You can," he agreed. "That's always allowed, but between you and me, I don't get the feeling you're ever not in a mood. You strike me as sort of a bitch in heat type."

Angela had no idea how to respond to that. She felt so called out; it was like he'd slapped her in the face. Before she could think of a witty response, he said, "See ya around, then, slut," and he started jogging back toward the trail.

That was the best thing he could have done, she thought as she watched him leave. Angela didn't continue her run. She'd already had her workout for the night. Now, she needed to go home, take a shower, and pretend that none of this had ever happened.

Still, before I do, she thought to herself, there's one other thing I've got to do.

When she got home that night, sore and leaking, the first thing she did was get on her computer and schedule a date to join the hunt. No more delays, no more worries, no more bullshit, she told herself as she did it. If a freak like that isn't enough for me, then this is literally the only place I'm going to get what I need now.

At that moment, she hated Sarah for ever planting this wicked seed in her mind. However, as much as she hated Sarah, at the same time, she desperately hoped that she and her friend would show up the same night. "That would be so fucking hot," she whispered to herself.