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.
