The Second Hunt

I hated being alone in the house.

After all, why wouldn't I, after what happened to me? No matter how many times I tried to tell myself that I was safe at home, that there was no way he'd risk coming here, there was still that lingering fear, that primal terror. I saw his eyes in every shadow, heard his breathing in every creak. Even nearly three weeks after that horrific night, I still occasionally find myself waking in the middle of the night, soaked with sweat.

The damndest thing was, I couldn't tell anyone about it. I wanted to; I really did. The fear of having to go to court and look him in the eye and relive that night... I could deal with it. The knowledge that it'd keep him from ever hurting me again would be enough to brave weeks of having to tell that story, over and over again, of having to listen to bullshit excuses from lawyers, or the disbelief of backwards-thinking jurors.

So, why hadn't I told anyone?

Well, the day after, I received a pair of pictures from him on the phone. One was of my mom at the supermarket, oblivious to the monster down the aisle from her as she read nutrition labels on cans of soup. The second was of Eliza, sitting in the park as she chatted with her boyfriend.

A single word was underneath the photos.

Don't.

And so, I didn't. I could deal with the courts, with callous lawyers reopening fresh wounds, but I couldn't deal with the thought of those two suffering the same thing I did. It didn't matter if the intellectual side of me pointed out he was probably unable to carry out those threats. When it comes to something like that, regardless of who you are, you freeze. Maybe if I was older, that trick wouldn't have worked on me.

But I wasn't, and I paid for that naivete.

0

"Are you sure you can't come back tonight?" I asked on the phone.

"Sorry, Katie," my mom replied, tiredly. "It's a five hour drive from here, and I need to sleep for the meeting tomorrow."

My grip on the phone tightened. "Are they seriously making you stay for the powerpoint crap? Can't they have somebody else do that?"

"Not unless I want them to flub it." A moment passed. "You okay, Katie?"

"I'm fine," I lied.

"Okay, then," she said, not sounding very convinced. "Well, be safe, sweetie. I'll see you Monday."

"See you," I repeated numbly.

The call ended, and I practically threw my phone on the couch. Outside, yet another rainstorm had come down on the town, drenching the streets. I watched the glass-door to the porch, trying to peer through the water that ran down it. Was Jason out there, watching me back?

A shiver ran down my back, and I reached for my phone again, keeping it close as I curled up in a ball on the couch. My eyes darted to the clock, watching the minute hand slowly tick by. Morning was still eight hours away.

There had to be somewhere I could stay for the night, somewhere I wouldn't be alone. Problem was, I didn't know Eliza's new phone number, and I didn't know that many people in town.

Maybe my neighbor could do. I knew Mrs. Traoré's number, and she'd been pretty kind in the past; I still remember the time I sat on the porch with her, sipping some kind of mint tea as she talked to me about old movies. Maybe she was home, and maybe she'd be willing to let me stay for the night.

With that in mind, I dialed the number, and waited with baited breath.

"You have reached the number of-"

"Fuck!" I snapped, and ended the call. "Fuck fuck fuck!"

I glanced at the clock again. The rain came down harder than before, and the low rumbles of thunder reached my ears. The only thing I had going for me was that I'd definitely know if someone was trying to get inside, during this weather.

Then a deafening boom reached my ears, and the house was enveloped in darkness.

I jumped to my feet, heart pounding like a bass drum, and fumbled for the flashlight I'd placed on the coffee table. Finding it, I pressed the button and swung the beam around wildly, half-expecting to see him standing there.

Nothing.

I forced myself to take a deep breath, and cursed my nerves. The storm must've taken out the local transformer. It'd happened before, last summer. Thankfully, that'd only lasted half a day before the utility crews repaired the damage; I prayed that it'd be the same, this time around.

There was no way Jason could've snuck inside, but part of me still wanted to be sure. And so, I decided to slowly creep up the stairs, flashlight in hand. I still had my knife in my pocket, but the flashlight also could make for a nice bludgeoning tool.

The wooden steps creaked gently beneath my feet as I made it up to the second floor. I first swept the flashlight across the hall, then decided to check out my room. As expected, the room was empty.

The wind wailed against the windows, but another sound reached my ears. Not the low sounds of the wind, nor the pattering of the rain, but a high-pitched squeak, almost like the opening of a door. It could've just been my mind playing tricks on me, but that still didn't keep my mouth from becoming dry.

I made my way back down the stairs, then crept into the kitchen. There was no sign of an entry; the door was shut, and nothing in the kitchen had been touched, not even the landline. Still, I pressed forward, to check the hall...

My foot touched something wet as I stepped down, and I froze. Turning the flashlight down, I realized there was a small pool of water on the linoleum floor, right by the door. I tried to listen for anything, like footsteps or heavy breathing, but I couldn't hear anything through the storm.

Acid crept in the back of my throat, as I realized I'd left my phone in the living room.

Then, I ran.

I was right at the couch as something slammed into my back, and I felt a muscular arm wrap itself around my midsection. Before I knew it, I was bent over the armrest of the couch, one hand on the small of my back, the other grabbing my wrists and holding tight.

"Should've tried harder, Katya," Jason's voice crooned. "Or maybe you didn't want to try."

The hand on the small of my back moved to fondle my ass through the thin material of my sports shorts, grabbing one cheek roughly. Moving on to the other, he then pulled the shorts down, letting them fall to the floor as he groped my ass directly.

"Oh god," I panted.

"Yes?" he said, expectantly.

His grip loosened, and I wriggled free. Looking up, I could see his form in the shadows, advancing on me. I slid past and ran up the stairs in a blind panic, which proved to be a mistake. I was only five steps up when he caught up to me, chuckling all the while.

I opened my mouth to scream, only for a wet cloth to slap over it. His arm hooked under my breasts, and I leaned into it as the strength went out of my legs. Slowly, I knelt down, feeling more like putty, and I soon plunged into darkness.

0

When I woke up, it was deja vù.

Once again, I was on a bed, arms and legs tied to posts. Vaguely, I realized I was still in my underwear, though my t-shirt had been taken away. Strangely, I hadn't been wearing a bra when I had been caught, but this time I was wearing the lacy one he had put on me.

As the fog began to lift from my mind, I realized I was on my bed this time.

"Wakey wakey, sweetheart."

Jason loomed over me, naked. His monstrous cock greeted me at eye level, and I felt myself begin to quiver.

"Wh...why...?"

"I told you I'd be back, didn't I?" He reached down with a hand, fingers trailing gently over my belly. "Guess I wouldn't be so soon, huh?"

"Why me?" I finally managed to croak.

"Why you?" His hand found my right breast, and he squeezed it gently through the fabric of my bra. "Why wouldn't it be you? You check off so many boxes for me, sweetie. And I have some pretty esoteric boxes."

He knelt down and grabbed my face, squeezing gently as he leaned forward. Softly, he pressed his lips to mine, even as I tried to move away, then he slipped his tongue in. He tasted of mints as he slowly worked his tongue over mine, and he Frenched me deeply for a few agonizing moments before he finally pulled away, gently biting my lip.

"You taste wonderful," he said.

His hand found my breast again, and he looked away. "I've said it before, and I'll say it again. These are just perfect. Big fucking tits, and firm, too. I still remember seeing these behind that little green bikini, glistening with water. I'd dreamt of what was under that stringy thing."

He slowly unhooked the bra, and pulled it away. His eyes became wolfish as he gazed upon my bared tits.

"Pink really suits you, baby."

With that, his face moved to my breasts, and he kissed each of my nipples, sucking them gently. I squirmed beneath him, feeling unwanted tingles down my spine as flicked them with the tip of his tongue.

Finally, he straddled me, his hard dick pressing into my belly as he pressed me into my mattress. Precum oozed from the tip and onto my bellybutton, hideously warm against my skin. His hands found my breasts, and he began to knead them roughly, thumbs flicking back and forth over my hard nipples. He knelt down again and began to slobber over my chest, tongue sliding over my areola. His cock twitched against my belly, and I groaned.

Then, he slid up, until his cock was between my wet breasts. I tried to move my head away from the flared tip, but I was bound, immobile.

"I need a bit of a warm up," he said.

With that, he pushed my breasts together around his rod. His organ was massive, thick as a fist, but they seemed almost normal between my tits, almost disappearing between them. I could feel his pulse against my breasts, and precum slathering itself over the curves of my chest. Then he began to thrust forward, in tiny increments, and a low groan escaped him.

"This is the best thing I've seen in weeks," he panted, as he slid his cock between my breasts. "Your tits, my cock. Like heaven."

More precum began to ooze from his cock as he fucked my tits, turning my chest into some slippery valley. Again and again, the tip of his dick disappeared into my cleavage, only to reappear a half-moment later. I couldn't help but watch, almost mesmerized by the sight of his monstrous cock slathering the valley between my breasts with precum.

Then, he suddenly stopped, panting heavily. Slowly, slowly, he released my breasts.

"Ain't done yet, sweetie."

He suddenly turned around, and began to get on his hands and knees. I felt his cock slide wetly across my stomach, still hard. Before I knew it, the monstrous thing was in my face, shining. A drop of precum hit my lip, and I almost retched on reflex.

His hands found my underwear, and suddenly it was ripped free, exposing my femininity to him once more.

"Time to have some mutual fun," he said. "No limp fishing for you, this time."

It slowly dawned on me, and I felt my chest tighten. "N-no."

"No?" Rough fingers found my clit, and applied just enough pressure to be painful. "No isn't the word that's best for you."

Tears welled in my eyes, then I slowly nodded. "Okay."

"Okay isn't good enough, either. Ask me."

I closed my eyes. "Let me..."

"Please."

"Please... please let me suck y-your cock, Jason."

"There we go," he cooed. "Open wide, kiddo."

I did as told, and almost immediately he slammed his cock into my mouth. I gagged around as it as he pushed deeper. It brushed against my uvula, and I jerked against it.

"I know you ain't got much of a gag reflex anymore," he said. "All that chat with your friend about how you wanted to be able to deepthroat? Well, it's coming true, now."

With that, he pushed further in, until he was all the way into my mouth. At the same time, I felt his tongue slide between my moistening nether lips, and a tremble rocked me.

"Start sucking and licking," he growled between laps. "If I feel so much as a tooth scrape against me, I'll show you just how nasty I can be."

Tears in my eyes, I began to suck on his cock, the thing he'd used to cause me so much misery. A moan escaped him, and he began to gently thrust in and out of my mouth as I slurped on his dick. Precum pooled over my tongue, and I wanted to retch. The taste was indescribable.

His own ministrations became more intense, and I felt a tingle run up my spine as he began to suck on my clit. His fingers dug deeply into my thighs as he increased his tempo, alternating between gentle sucks on my clit and aggressive licking. As he did, the heat in my navel became more and more intense, until...

"No," I gasped around him. "Please, no."

He didn't listen. He didn't stop when I pleaded with him before, so why would he stop now?

I cried out around his cock as I orgasmed, my stomach muscles rippling as the waves of pleasure rode up my body. My back arched off the bed, and his cock slid deeper into my mouth.

"You're not doing as good a job as you said you were going to do, kiddo," Jason said. "Let's fix that."

His cock slid out of my mouth, and he came back around. Undoing my arms for a moment, he chuckled as I tried to wrestle with him, and I was helpless as he tied them behind my back. Untying one leg, he had me sit up as he knelt in front of me. His cock stared me in the face, wet with precum and, I realized with disgust, my own saliva.

"So nice of you to go with pigtails today," he said, taking hold of them at their roots. "I've dreamed about holding them as you do this. So be a good girl and make daddy's dream come true."

I tried glaring at him, but his own gaze back took the fight out of me, and I opened my mouth as wide as I could. His thick rod slid past my lips, resting on my tongue for a moment before I took him all in. It was incredibly hot in my mouth, and I could feel his pulse against my tongue and the back of my throat. Surprisingly enough, I managed not to choke as he thrust in, then pulled out.

"Daddy can't just do all the work, sweetie," he said, as he guided my head back and forth. "Work me with your tongue, suck the tip."

Reluctantly, I did as told, trying to slide my tongue over the bottom of his hot cock as he thrust to the back of my throat. As he pulled back, I pursed my lips a little, letting them drag over his skin until he was out all the way. I only had time to take a breath before he slid back in and did it all over again, the tip of his cock hitting the back of my throat.

I don't know how long it took before I felt his cock start to swell in my mouth. He pulled back about halfway, and his dick jerked once, twice. Hot cum flooded my mouth, surprisingly sweet in flavor, coating my tongue.

Before I knew it, he pulled out of my mouth completely, a string of cum trailing behind. The mattress shifted as he sat down, panting, and his gaze met mine.

Then a hand clamped over my mouth, and he leaned over me, deflated cock sliding over my belly.

"Swallow," he said, in a low tone.

Fresh tears welled in my eyes, and I did as told.

"Good girl," he said.

He stood up off the bed, still breathing heavily. Even then, I could see his flaccid dick begin to twitch with new life, and I realized we weren't over yet.

Sure enough, he reached down and uncuffed my free leg. I immediately began to try and kick out, but he simply chuckled and held it tight. With a grunt, he flipped me onto my belly, then held me down with one hand. Forcing my legs open with his knees, he tied them back to the posts, though with a lot more slack than before.

He did the same for my hands, with enough give that I could actually get on my hands and knees if I had wanted. Which I didn't. I simply laid down with my face in the mattress, barely able to will myself up.

I heard him fiddle around the camera he'd set up in the room, then looked over to see him preparing a smaller one. He stepped over, and set it down on the mattress as he knelt between my legs. Rough hands grabbed my sides, and I felt myself pulled up to my hands and knees. He moved the camera beneath me, then paused. Suddenly, he got off the mattress again, then grabbed the larger mirror in my room and slid it between the headboard of my bed and the wall. My teary-eyed face stared back at me, as the realization slowly dawned.

"There we go," he said, his cock back to full mast. "Perfect."

He got on the mattress and knelt between my legs again, hands on my hips as he kept me on all fours. The tip of his rod pressed against my moist cunt, prodding and exploring. A lump formed in my throat as I began to cry again, tears rolling down my cheeks. The spongy tip made its way between my lips, poised to strike. Then his hands slid across my sweaty back, grabbing my pigtails and forcing my back to arch.

"Thanks again for the pigtails, princess," he said. "Daddy's going to love riding you."

Then, he slid his cock in, quicker than the last time. He didn't stop until his hips were fully flushed against my ass, his monstrously huge cock stretching me in ways it hadn't before.

Then, he began to fuck me.

He pounded into me like an animal, nearly bowling me off my hands as he began to thrust deep into my cunt. After half a minute, he began to pull out until he was nearly out, only to thrust back in with enough force to rock the bed.

"Look at the mirror," he said, as he sank in with a slow thrust. "Watch daddy fuck you. Watch him plow your tight cunt."

I forced myself to look at the mirror. I watched my tits sway with each thrust, watched my jaw slowly become agape as he fucked me, and watched the pleasure on his face as he had his way with my young teenaged body. The room became filled with a horrific squelching sound as our juices mixed, as our bodies became one.

"If only your old man could see you know, huh?" Jason asked between pants. "On all fours, being rode like the whore you are."

He pulled back against my pigtails, and I found myself pulled flush against him with a scream. I could feel his muscles against my back, unbearably hot, and now I could see just how much his cock had stuffed me. He began to grind against me, instead of the violent thrusts of before. He took my pigtails in one hand, and allowed the other to drift down and rub at where we were joined.

"Christ, you are still tight," he moaned in my ear. "Look at that. Your pussy's so hungry for me, isn't it?"

His free trailed up my chest, and I watched the mirror as he squeezed one of my breasts, pinching my nipple between his finger and thumb. I couldn't help but let out a low moan, my face getting red as he stimulated me like that. Precum and my natural juices began to ooze out of our union, trailing down my thighs and making them shine.

Slowly, I realized the heat from before was returning, filling my body with electricity. It only worsened as he played with my nipples, and his grinding became even more forceful.

"Don't," I panted. "Not again. Please don't."

He said nothing. He just kept up the pace, until I suddenly clenched around him again. As if satisfied, he let me fall to my hands again, and grabbed my hips tightly as he began to fuck me deeply, pounding me like an animal as his hips slapped against my asscheeks.

"Beg me," he suddenly said.

"What?" I slurred through the glow of my orgasm.

"Beg me to fill you up with my cum," he said, rocking me with a trio of hard thrusts that nearly made me cross my eyes. "Then we're done for the night."

I sucked in a breath. "Please..."

"Please what?"

"Please... please cum in me... please fill me with your cum..."

"Say daddy," he growled, rocking me with painful thrusts.

"Cum in me daddy!" I blurted out.

Before I knew it, he laid down on top of me, his hard cock jerking inside of me. Lava flooded into me, sliding deep into my womb in sloppy pulses. A moan escaped him, and his hands shot to my breasts as he shot a final spurt inside of me.

Silence, save for the rain.

It must've been a good five minutes before he finally got off of me, and slowly pulled his soft cock out. I simply laid on the mattress, feeling as though I had no bones left in me. I could feel his semen still inside of me, trickling out of my now-gaping cunt.