The Hunter and the Hunted

Our story starts back in the spring of 2014. This story comes from the perspective of the "Hunted" Bonnie and the "Hunter" me.

Let me describe Bonnie, she looks to be in her 30's, 5'-6" beautiful soft skin, nice D cup firm tits, wavy light brown hair and green eyes. Bonnie confessed to me the only cock she ever had was no larger than 6 inches.

Now for me: My name is Richard, but my friends have always called me Dick. I am 6'-2", 225 lbs., brown short hair, brown eyes and have a healthy size cock, 11 inches and thick.

During my travels I visit several adult sites, looking for potential partners, or playmates that are interested in the same taboo subjects I enjoy.

My handle of 'Traveling Rapist,' certainly weeds out those who are not interested in forced sex. One particular night I was on the road, bored and wandering around on the net, visiting one of my sites and I got an instant message request, with a simple hello from a woman I will call Bonnie.(name changed to protect the innocent as they say)

I immediately went to that special place a hunter goes. My mind became focused on landing my prey. To me all women are beautiful, and all women are nothing but play toys to be used.

She spoke about being intrigued by the idea of being controlled against her will. She liked gentle control as she put it, and although gentle is not usually my style, I maintained the dialog.

I told her a little about my life, being divorced, retiring early and my love of travel in the United States. As it turned out she was Canadian and I had to laugh to myself, thinking, "No wonder she thought she would enjoy Gentle Control since my idea of Canadian men are so polite."

Before our conversation ended I told her I had a story I wanted to email her. Explaining it was a true story about how I got started being what I call The Traveling Rapist.

I told her it would give her a better idea of just who I am. I really thought once she read it, I would probably never hear from her again, but I wanted this polite Canadian to be forewarned who she was dealing with....

A few days later I received the following email from her:

- Hello Dick,

Your stories are really hot. When I read the "Traveling Rapist", I was scared, and it added to how turned on I was while reading your story.

I couldn't stop thinking about the "Traveling Rapist" for about one-day. My mind went into another realm – it was weird, but I love it when a story does that to me.

I can't explain it properly in words, it is a place my mind goes to and I have to wait until I come back to "normal". I've finally come back to feeling normal again. But your story took me on a wild ride. Thank you. Bonnie -

When I read her words I knew she needed more that "Gentle Control," and I started forming my plan in my mind. This would be more difficult since this was out of the country and in unfamiliar territory, but careful planning and it can be done.

We continued conversing over the next several weeks, while I made my plans. I needed Intel from her and she willingly gave it up, thinking she was safe north of the border for some reason.

She suggested I post my story on Liberotica, saying that she thought it would be very popular. I did eventually get around to posting that story as well as a few others, but I am getting off subject here.

I found out that she was married, the area she lived in, and what type of work she did. Of course she described herself completely, she sent a few pictures, and although she didn't send a face picture I wouldn't really need it.

In all of our conversations I became more and more convinced that she really needed to be taken hard, forced to do unthinkable things she never imagined until she met me.

She wrote me scenarios that she wanted me to write about; All centering around a big man being disrespected and forcing the woman to do wicked things. Most centered on the woman putting herself in a situation where she shouldn't have been in.

In one particular conversation, she called me her Big Dicked Texan coming through the villages and towns in Canada and the women hiding, because he takes what he wants and the RCMP can do nothing to stop him.

At one point she was trying to tease me by sending a picture of her tit covered in milk. I assumed wrong that she was lactating, (one of my favorite taboo subjects) and I thought to myself that she was going to pay for that.

Spring turned into Summer and my plan was taking shape. I placed the plan in action by stopping by a box store to purchase a few items I would need for my trip. This particular store always gives an option to have the receipt emailed. I plugged her email address in, I wanted her to know I was coming.

I sent her a picture of my purchases. Just to let her know I could get to her even when she thought she knew what I looked like. I also wanted her to know I was completely for real.

Now I needed to change my appearance to maintain the element of surprise. I dyed my hair black, purchased some non-prescription ocean blue contact lenses and allowed my beard to grow. I would then wear my glasses. (Glasses make me look so unimposing)

Bonnie, The Hunted:

Sometimes, I make bad choices. I knew I should have never responded back to his email. That man I met online; the man who would change me forever.

How could this have happened to me? The night I emailed him, my intentions had been innocent enough. I don't understand how things can change so quickly, as one minute everything is going fine, and then just 60-seconds later and my world changes forever.

You desperately wish that you could turn back time, but you know that is an impossible wish.

My life is good and I am looking forward to the coming weekend, but it changes when I receive an unexpected email. I look down at my cell phone and see there is a new email message.

"That is strange," I think to myself. I see a message from an American hardware store, but I do not live in America. The message mentions something about a recent purchase.

I am so startled, and I immediately begin talking to my co-worker about the strange and unexpected email. The email mentions a contact number with an area code I do not recognize. I say to my co-worker, Debra, "Where is area code 214?"

Debra responds to me, "That is an area code for Dallas."

Immediately, I think about that man I met online. His fantasy story I had read mentioned a woman who pissed herself she was so scared of him.

I am about to piss myself as I think, "Dallas?" His profile mentions that this man lives in Dallas. Shit! Maybe if I only piss myself, that will be a best case scenario. Shitting myself seems to be a very real possibility as I sit there thinking about this strange email.

There is an attachment, but do I dare open the scanned attachment in this strange email? I tell myself that I am overreacting, and I proceed to open the attachment to the email.

My mouth falls open as I gasp and my heart skips a beat as I see the attachment is a receipt. A shovel, rope, duct tape, and tie down straps have been purchased. Shit!

My cell phone suddenly alerts me to another new email. My hands are shaking so bad that I can barely open this email. As I open the new email and its attachment, my life takes a frightening turn.

I see a man posing in this picture as he squats in a parking lot beside some items. He is Caucasian with neat brown hair, and he appears to be about 225lbs. I look closely and I see him posing with the shovel, rope, duct tape, and tie down straps.

His message reads, "Hello, Bitch. I am coming to see you. Looking forward to seeing you in about five days."I sit in my chair totally stunned at the sudden turn of events.

Dick, The Hunter:

I made reservations at one of the RV parks in Jasper National Park for a week. I also made a reservation for one of the Cottage Tents for a couple days. These were located in a remote part of the park. Something I needed to enjoy my new slut in privacy.

After emailing a number of times and given my many connections with super computer geeks I was certain they could trace her IP address and I would know exactly where she worked and where she lived.

When you know computer geeks and you know beautiful women that will do anything for you, I can get things done. All I have to do is put the two together and as expected they were successful.

I set out for Jasper in the Motor Home on Friday the 25th of July, knowing it was going to take nearly four days of hard traveling to get there. I pulled in to the RV park around noon on Monday, and got the coach set up.

The park was beautiful and secluded, yet not secluded enough for what I had planned for Bonnie. I checked out the Cottage Tent I had reserved for the following Friday through Sunday. It was at the end of a wooded trail, more than a thousand feet off the parking area. It was perfect!

I spent the week leading up to Friday, doing surveillance. I found her place of work and noticed she had a pattern. She got to work promptly at 7:55, parking her car in the same spot every day. She walked to a local diner every day at 12:05 and returned at 12:55 and she left work no later that 5:15, and was usually the last to leave.

On Friday morning I checked in and took possession of the Cottage Tent. I busied myself preparing for my captive. I attached the tie down straps from the rafters to the floor, making arm and ankle loops in each of the straps, building a makes shift St. Andrews Cross.

Attaching ropes to the four corners of the bed. Then attaching short lengths of ropes to each leg of the coffee table. Installing my sex swing. Laying out all my toys: wrist cuffs, ankle cuffs, ball gag, blindfold, crop, flogger, lube, vibrating eggs, and rabbit vibrator.

Finding a perfect spot behind the Tent out of sight from anyone coming up the path. Digging a shallow pit in the ground with the approximate dimensions of 6' long, 3' wide and 6" deep, lining it with a tarp. Driving stakes in each corner and attaching ropes to the stakes.

Looking at my watch and knowing I needed to get going. I drove back to the RV, showered, shaved and dressed. During my surveillance I noticed most men in that area wore business formal attire. I dressed appropriately seeking to blend in.

Heading out in my Jeep with plenty of time to get to her parking lot. Parking just far away enough to not be noticed, yet close enough to see everything. I walked over, made sure I was not seen and let the air out of a tire on her car.

I placed handcuffs on the back seat of my Jeep, along with a length of rope, and a blanket. I tore off a length of duck tape, stuck it to my pants under my coat, then I waited...

The parking lot empties slowly, and as usual Bonnie was the last one to leave. I thought since I was two days late she would let down her guard, but you did seem especially nervous.

Scanning the parking lot as you head to your car. You see me from a distance, but didn't give me a second look. As you approach your car and I can see the look of disgust when you notice the flat tire.

You are on the phone calling for help when I approach. You try to wave me off, but I ignore you. As you hang up the phone I start my small talk. Masking my thick Southern Texan speak, and using the best Canadian accent I could muster. You were at ease immediately.

You advised me that help was on the way and thanked me. As you turned your back to open the car door, I grasped you around the throat, pulling your face to mine, almost lifting you off your feet. Dropping the Canadian accent and whispering hoarsely, "I am your help bitch, and if you cooperate you won't get hurt."

Slapping the duck tape over your mouth. Growling at you, "Bitch you struggle and I can assure you when help comes it will be too late."

Wiping your cell phone of any prints and tossing it in your front seat, slamming your door. "Let's go my slut, we have things to do."

I ran my hand up your back to the base of your neck, grasping a hand full of hair, I yanked hard and headed to the Jeep. I could see the tears welling up in your eyes, your breathing was quick yet shallow. You were shaking all over, and moaning. I knew you were having a panic attack.

I tried as best I could to calm you, "You will be fine as long as you relax and cooperate, but it is all up to you slut." Pulling you close, my hand still firmly in your hair. To any onlookers we looked like two lovers.

I opened the back door of the Jeep, pushed you hard against the opening, slid my hands down grabbing your wrists pulling them behind your back and slapping my handcuffs on.

Placing my hand on your head and pushing you in the Jeep face down on the back seat. Tying your ankles with rope, and throwing the blanket over you.

I could tell you were having trouble breathing so I removed the tape. "Remain still, calm and be quiet so I don't have to hurt you bitch."

On the way over you kept pleading, "Dick, is this Dick?, tell me dammit!" Gasping for breath, "Let me go, I don't want to play this game any more! This is not what I want, pleaseeee," You begged. I didn't say a word.

I arrived at the campsite parking lot, and parked as close to our trail as I could and waited until no one was around. I quickly got out, untied your ankles, grabbed you by the wrists and pulled you to your feet.

Grasped you by your hair, slapping your face, "You scream and that little slap will pale in comparison slut."

I pulled you down the trail toward our campsite. Your eyes as big as saucers, whimpering, crying, trying to breathe, begging, "Please let me go Dick, pleaseee. They will be looking for me if I don't make it home on time." Tears rolling down your cheeks as we get to the Cottage Tent.

Dragging you around back to the pit, standing at the edge. "Let me tell you what is going to happen slut. If you displease me in any way, you get tied down in the pit. For how long depends on the severity of your violation."

Looking at you trembling at the thought of the pit. "You try to run, or scream for help and you will be spending the night in the pit bitch."

Looking at the pit, you realize this is no game, and that your life could really be in danger, from this horrible Texan, and you uncontrollably start pissing yourself.

Pushing you through the door of the cottage, you fall to your knees crying, "What have I done, what have I gotten myself into?"

Letting you remain on your knees, I remove my jacket, then tie and roll up my sleeves. "Bonnie, you are going to get just what you always dreamed of slut.

"You are in the presence of a Dominant man that takes what he wants, and as I told you before, I want you!"

Pulling you to your feet, pushing you against the St. Andrews Cross. Placing wrist cuffs on before removing the handcuffs. Attaching each wrist to the loops in the cross, your arms outstretched. I see you trembling uncontrollably.

Smiling as I move my hands over your body, exploring every curve. "You dress so conservatively Bonnie, and yet I know the true slut that is lurking under those business clothes." Cupping both tits in my strong hands, rolling my thumbs over your nipples.

Reaching behind your head, pulling your face to mine, kissing you hard and deep, my tongue trying to explore your mouth but having no success. "This to will change my slut, before I am through with you, you will be begging for my kiss."

Unbuttoning your blouse, revealing your big firm tits encased in the white push up bra, your skin so soft and so pale, as I caress the softness of your cleavage. "Damn Bonnie, you should never cover these up, you are depriving all those pervs of fantasies slut."

Hooking my thumbs in the waistband of your slacks, pulling them down, you struggle to keep your legs wide enough to not allow me to take them off. Grabbing the crop and striking the outside of your thigh repeatedly until you cooperate and your pants fall around your ankles. Lifting your feet and pulling them off, tossing them aside.

Standing back admiring my captured slave, my new fucktoy and I am satisfied and excited by finally seeing your body displayed before me.

Pulling the knife from my pocket, sliding it between your breasts, cutting the bra in half. It springs away from your big tits, freeing them and they are so firm they barely moved.

Slipping the knife under your panties and slicing them off, wading them up and tossing them on your pants. "Fuck baby, you are fucking gorgeous. I made a good choice this time. I am going to enjoy breaking you my bitch."

Attaching the ankle cuffs and securing them to the Cross, you are now standing spread eagle, as I slowly caress your soft skin, admiring each curve.

Cupping your full tits, squeezing them, placing one nipple in my mouth, gently biting, pulling your nipple with my teeth.

You wince in pain and groan, trying to twist away from my attack on your tits. Unfortunately you cause more pain by pulling your nipple from my clenched teeth. Your wince is now a painful scream.

One hand sliding to your mound, pressing my palm into your clit, sliding my fingers over your wet labia. "Your body is betraying you Bonnie, you are a bad girl."

Pressing my finger into your tight wet pussy, and sucking your other nipple in my mouth. Latching on and suckling as if I were nursing, moaning.

You growl at me, "Stop this now, please stop Dick, I am sorry I led you on, this is all my fault. Please let me go now."

I press a second finger in your cunt, pinching your nipples as they harden to my touch, finger fucking you with my big fingers, kissing on your neck, your ears and slowly to your mouth. "Stop please stop, I can't, please I can't."

Pulling my fingers out of your pussy, smearing the vibrating eggs with lube and your juice. Sliding one egg down to your anus, slowly pressing it against your sphincter, feeling you resist I push harder and finally it slips inside your hot ass. Easily slipping the other egg in your wet pussy, and turning the remote on low.

I see you jump as you feel your holes being stimulated. I turn it up a little more and head out the door. Smiling as I can almost see your mind whirling, wondering where I went and what do I have in store for you.

Leaving you hanging on the St. Andrews Cross, your cunt and asshole vibrating, excruciating pleasure that you act like you do not want.

Gathering firewood to take the chill out of the air. The temperature is only going down in the 50's but still cool for someone that is going to be kept bound and naked.

I walk back in with an armload of firewood and as soon as I opened the door I swear I heard you moaning. "Having fun are we Bonnie?"

Glaring at me, "No dammit, I have never been so humiliated in my life! You made me piss myself and I will never get over that."

I walk to you, the remote in one hand, my flogger in the other noticing your nipples standing at attention, your labium open and puffy, moisture coating your inner thighs.

"Slut, pissing yourself is just a small humiliation compared to what you will do for me in the future."

Bringing the flogger down across your nipple softly, watching you try to move away to no avail. Twirling the flogger in circles, striking your tits on every down stroke. As I increase the tempo and pressure I turn the vibrating eggs up.

An involuntary low moan escapes your lips "Mmmmmm, ohhhhh."

Then reversing the direction and striking the underside of your tits on the upstroke. Your tits becoming a bright shade of pink. "So fucking beautiful baby, I love how these big tits wear my marks."

You are moaning more loudly now as I move the flogging to your gaping pussy. Between the flogger and the eggs, you are dancing on your tiptoes, and moaning.

I lean in close to your face and growl, "Don't you fucking cum yet slut! You cum when I tell you to bitch."