All characters in this story are 18 or over.
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Cara listened to her trainers slapping along the path and tried not to focus on the cold night searing the inside of her throat. Her phone's battery had stopped charging properly over the past 2 weeks and had died altogether half a mile ago. She had been meaning to get her mobile fixed as she relied on it for her workout music and mapping out her jogs but she kept putting it off and now she was paying the price.
Ignoring her aching calves and agonising stitch was a lot easier with some obnoxious dance music pumping though her earphones. Instead she had to settle for her slapping feet and ragged breathing. Cara told herself it didn't matter since she was running at night and this would stop some creep sneaking up on her but, really, it sucked.
Her friends and family were constantly warning her not to run at night and that she was asking for trouble but she preferred it. Night time jogs meant the park paths were less cluttered and, more importantly, she didn't have half the town ogling her chest.
When her girl friends weren't moaning at her for jogging after dark they were whining about how jealous they were of her generous tits. But what they didn't know was that though 34F might sound fun on paper, Cara hated it. She was sick of the constant looks and cat-calls, and the pathetic chat up lines constantly being fired at her. Even worse were the arrogant dicks who would try and jog along side her, thinking they were being smooth. Her chest looked all the more ridiculous on her athletic frame and she knew she would never get peace.
No, night time was the time to run. Plus she couldn't bare the monotony of treadmills, and she liked pizza a little too much so she had to run somehow.
She had, however, agreed to attend self defence classes to appease some of her father's concerns, and she felt she had picked it up pretty well. She hadn't had to use any of those techniques so far and doubted she ever would. She lived in pretty quiet town, not the middle of Glasgow.
Cara crested the top of a small hill and paused to gulp down some air and hold her stinging side. She glanced around to get her bearings and knew immediately where she was. To get to the other side of the park on her current route would take another half an hour if she was lucky. 30 more minutes of no music and cold air shredding her lungs. Cara remembered the half a Domino's pizza sitting back home on her kitchen counter and made her decision.
"Fuck it, shortcut it is," she muttered, picking out which direction to go and setting off with new energy.
It was a clear, cloudless night and a full moon was hanging in the sky lighting up her shortcut through the trees. It was rare for Cara to risk shortcuts but her stomach was already beginning to rumble which was yet another thing to add to the list of annoyances.
Cara was confident this route would take 15 minutes off of her run easily, however, as she caught her foot and stumbled for the third time she was beginning to doubt herself. After another 10 minutes this doubt was turning to real worry as there was no opening in sight in these damn trees.
Eventually Cara tripped over something particularly large and dark and fell hard onto her hands and knees. She cursed loudly then hissed at the hot pain in the palms of her grazed hands. She wiped them quickly on her top then instinctively reached for her phone to use the torch. Remembering the battery was dead, Cara cursed even louder.
Still on her knees she squinted around into the dense blackness surrounding her. In her haste to escape the woods and get home to warmth and some pizza Cara hadn't noticed the trees getting denser and the gleaming Moon and stars getting slowly blocked out. She moaned pitifully as the realisation slowly sank in that she had no clue where she was.
Her moan suddenly turned into a high pitched screech when something burst from the trees directly above her. When nothing landed on her she quickly realised it was nothing more than a bat fleeing into the night and silently chastised herself for her girly reaction.
With a small grunt of excretion Cara struggled to her feet and began plodding on through the trees, hobbling slightly with her scrapped knees. She did not get far, however, before something else sprang from the dark trees above and this time it did land on her. And it landed hard.
Cara cried out as she was once again sent sprawling to the ground. Before she could even begin to figure out what was happening a great, muscly mass wrapped around her entire torso and pinned her to the ground on her stomach.
Cara began panting, this time with terror rather than exertion. She grabbed hold of handfuls of roots and dirt and attempted to rise onto her hands and knees. The mass that was closed tightly around her tensed and forced her back down flat with it's weight. This caused Cara to start screaming desperately and claw at the weird, powerful creature that surrounded her waist, chest and neck. Any attempt to stand made it seem to grow even heavier and Cara quickly found herself physically drained and hyperventilating. When she finally lay still, panting and throat raw from screaming, the creature began to move.
At first it's iron grip around her chest began to relax slightly and it started to rub and fondle her plentiful breasts through her top with these long fingered claws. The beast then started making this horrifying, grumbling, ticking from deep within its core. The sound reminded Cara vaguely of the growling of a lion before it attacks. Only this was not an angry noise, the monster almost sounded...amused.
'Is this sick fuck laughing?'
Cara thought with growing horror.
After only a few seconds of this she couldn't take any more and frantically tried once again to escape. Instantly the creature clamped down around her and stopped all movement. Cara again tired herself out quickly and lay gasping. Intense fear and hopelessness grew within her. All those classes on fighting off assailants and she couldn't do a thing to defend herself.
'What the fuck is this thing? What does it want?'
Cara's mind reeled.
After a few seconds the bizarre beast began to stir again. Once more it began to squeeze and explore her tits. When Cara didn't react, more of the monster's many limbs became active. Slowly it pulled her legs apart and though Cara tensed and resisted she could not even slow it's movements, it was like trying to push against the arms of a machine.
Cara shrieked and jolted involuntarily as yet another limb appeared and slapped down hard between her now spread legs. This appendage then began to slide and push around her running shorts like an invasive elephant trunk. Cara couldn't help but whimper as she felt a warm, slimy trail being left by the rounded head of this extremity.