"In the Still of the Night
I hear the wolf howl, honey
Sniffing around your door
In the Still of the Night
I feel my heart beating heavy
Telling me I gotta have more"
Whitesnake
You shouldn't have walked through the wood but it's four in the morning and you're rather drunk after being at a party all night. You wouldn't have had to walk home if your friend Emma hadn't gone and copped off with some bloke, she left the party early without telling you and it wasn't until you noticed her car wasn't parked in the driveway that you even knew she'd left; so now you've got no choice but to walk home. The road makes a large loop around Bindbole Wood and you would save yourself about 3 miles of walking if you take a short cut. You're a little uncertain about going through the wood at night but you think 'What's the worst that can happen?'
So you walk through the dark woods still dressed in your black party dress. A dress you chose deliberately because it was nice and short and showed off your shapely, tanned legs and contrasted nicely with your long blond hair. Your also wearing your favorite pair of Jimmy Choo's the ones with the 4" heels that make your legs look even longer. Other than that you're wearing, well, not much really, just a flimsy piece of material that barely covers your shaven pussy. You really had hoped to be in Emma's place tonight with your legs spread wide for a good hard fucking but all the boys at the party had been so dull, not one of them had been worth the effort.
You look up at the full moon and giggle to yourself thinking about werewolves and just as you do a dog howls in the distance making you jump slightly. You're tell yourself not to be so ridiculous when I grab your arm and drag you off the path into the trees. You're heart leaps out of your chest, you try to scream but I shove you roughly up against a tree trunk and it knocks the wind out of you. Before you can catch a breath I clamp one hand tightly over your mouth; with my other hand I draw a wicked looking knife, the blade shimmers in the pale moonlight and the cold touch of the steel as I press it against your neck makes you shiver with fear. I lean in close and you can feel my warm breath against your skin as I whisper in your ear
"Scream and I'll slit your throat."
You try and struggle but I press the blade deeper into your soft skin as a warning. A cold wave of fear washes over you and you go limp but point to your handbag thinking I'm a mugger but I hiss "It's not your money I'm interested in bitch."
I grab your hair pulling your head back sharply as I look up and down. "So what's dirty little slut like you doing walking through the woods at this hour?" I ask in an amused tone. You try to answer but with my hand over your mouth you can't say a word I leer at you as I continue "No need to answer that question, I think we both know what you're doing dressed like a cheap whore walking through the woods at night. Now let's see what's on offer."
I cut your dress with the knife, slicing neatly down through the center all the way down to your belly. As your firm tits peak out from the tattered remains of your dress I slip the knife away and grab your nipples, pinching them hard between my fingers. You yelp in pain as I twist and pull on your nipples painfully.
"Nice tits," I say, giving your nipples a particularly viscous pinch "very sensitive nipples. Now let's see the rest of you." I draw the knife again and cut the straps of your dress off your shoulders and the remains of it slide off your body to pool at your feet. I let out a low whistle of appreciation as I inspect you "Very nice whore, very nice indeed" I rest my hands on your shoulders for a moment before running them down your body, my nails leaving bright red scratches down your breasts and belly before hooking them into the waistband of your flimsy G-string.
"No, p-please don't" you gasp but I ignore you and rip the tiny piece of fabric off, leaving you naked but for your shoes. I hold the shredded remains of your panties up to my face and inhale deeply letting your scent flood my nose. Despite, or maybe because of, the pain and rough treatment you find yourself extremely turned on and your pussy is soaking something I can't help but noticing as I examine your panties. I look at you and raise an eyebrow questioningly, at the same time I slide a single finger into your cunt making you moan involuntarily. I hook my finger inside your wet pussy and lift, forcing you to arch your back and making you moan even louder. Withdrawing my finger, I hold it up in front of your face, the thick layer of your cum coating it glints in the moonlight.
