This story has nothing to do with Reluctance, and everything to do with Non-Consent. If forced sex offends you, go back now.
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She was a runner. That would prolong the pursuit. He had already chased her about one hundred yards into the woods. Why she headed in that direction he'll never know. But in another fifty yards or so, she'd be facing a steep embankment that would allow him to get her.
He ran behind her with that familiar satisfaction of another successful capture. He took the opportunity to watch her ass sway inside her running shorts as she sprinted ahead. He wondered if she wore panties. It was already obvious she wore a sports bra under her t-shirt.
All it meant was that the final act would take longer. The anticipation only heightened the pleasure in the end.
She had a long, blonde ponytail that flapped as she ran. She was tall and, maybe, twenty years old. He had seen her twice before on the same path. He knew she was the one he wanted. Her youthful face, firm body, and long legs attracted him immediately.
Now she was almost within reach and the embankment loomed straight ahead. Trees and undergrowth whizzed past, sometimes scraping against their legs. She leaped over fallen logs with ease. He loved the athletic types.
Upon reaching the hill, she took two giant strides forward. Then she felt a hand around her ankle. She shrieked as she fell to the ground face first.
"Don't scream," he said. "Scream and you die."
He had hold of both ankles, pulling her backwards. Her fingers scoured the grass and dirt. He had her and she would not escape.
They were both panting heavily as he settled onto her legs. He grabbed hold of her ponytail and pulled her head back, at the same time using his other hand to seize her throat. The pressure he applied to her neck would have been enough to choke her in the long run.
"One more time—do not scream. You will live if you obey the simple rule."
He didn't ask her if she understood. Of course she understood. He let her gurgle for a few seconds in her attempt to breathe.
He knew from experience she was too exhausted to struggle much right now. But once she caught her second wind, she'd fight. He knew she would. For now, his weight on her legs was sufficient restraint.
She didn't believe for a second his promise to let her live. He'd rape her and kill her in the woods. So she had only one option, and when to make her escape would take focus. When his hand left her throat, she was nearly at the point where she could begin to think straight. If he had handcuffs, or if he tied her with something, she'd be doomed. She needed to act quickly.
He loosened his grip on her ponytail next and she immediately kicked, rolled, and punched wildly. Her high-pitched grunts added noise to the effort, but paid no benefits. He simply spread his ample body over hers and essentially smothered her. His victims didn't always end up on their stomachs, and this part was sometimes difficult. Today it was unproblematic.
"Relax. Don't you realize I could have had you a few yards off the path? You can't outrun me, babe. Settle down."
Her squirming continued until something made her suddenly stop. The undeniable feeling of a hard object rubbing against the cheeks of her ass brought home the reality of her situation. He was getting hard and her struggling excited him even more. She waited for another opportunity.
Sensing that she was calming down, he leaned back, making sure to keep pressure on her calves. He'd learned before that even running shoes can hurt when they hit you in the wrong place. He reached back and pulled off both of her shoes, tossing them aside.
He was on his knees, straddling her legs. He ran his hand up the back of one of her thighs. The skin was supple and smooth, warm from her running but already cooling off. He reached the bottom of her shorts and inserted his fingers under the silky material.
She wanted to scream, to slap away the hand, anything to make him stop. The hand was completely under her shorts now and reached the bottom of her right cheek. It stopped, and then crept higher.
No panties, he thought to himself. His cock twitched at the feeling of his fingers on the malleable, soft skin of her ass. He held his palm open before closing his fingers around a large portion of her cheek.
It felt to her that every muscle in her body tightened. He hadn't removed a single piece of clothing, or touched a single sexual organ, and she already felt the grip of fear and disgust. Even on her worst dates a guy had never done this. She had no way of knowing how she'd react, but she was going to have trouble following his order to relax.
He only lingered on her ass for a moment. Then he leaned forward and casually pushed up on the bottom of her shirt to expose her slender waist. He marveled at the perfection of her tanned skin as the shirt rose to her sports bra. Her back was well defined and the skin flawless. He ran his fingers across her back from left to right. Again, she tensed up.
"You have beautiful skin," he said softly. "It would be a shame to have to tarnish it."
So this is how she'd get her orders, she thought. Compliments and not-so-veiled threats. At least there hadn't been any weapons displayed...yet. The one she feared so far was the one between his legs.
He lifted the shirt past her bra and up to her neck. She was forced to raise her arms above her head along the ground, and he moved the shirt so that it covered her head and held her arms in place. Then he shifted his hands down to her back and slid them under the bra. She expected him to lift it off her. Instead, he simply felt her skin and slid his hands left and right until they were touching her sides.
His cock was pressing against the front of his shorts, eager to get out and explore the young body. But he would wait. He loved this part of the exercise. And this girl was being good. He wanted, and expected, more of a struggle. Maybe as she had clothes removed...
He pulled the shirt off her arms. The moment the arms were free, she flung one of them back at him while attempting to rotate. He dodged her swing and, at the same time, held up his hand containing the shirt to protect himself. Her hip caught him between the legs and came very close to doing damage, but he was too quick. He caught her flailing hand and avoided her thrashing legs, but she had managed to get onto her side.
He brought his legs together like a clamp around her thighs. He pulled her arm behind her until she let out a painful screech and leaned down onto her body.
"Uh, uh, uh," he warned. "Don't scream."
She groaned as he held the arm in place.
"Do you want it broken?"
She fought back tears.
