Author's Note: This story contains a depiction of violent consensual nonconsent play. Rest assured, the prior negotiation occurred off screen in advance. Read to the end for proof, and I hope you enjoy it as much as Sir and I did.
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All I can hear is my own breath and heartbeat, both of which I am desperately trying to slow down.
The night had started so normal - for us anyway. You had told me what to wear on our date, what to eat. At dinner, you made me remove my panties. I made a snide remark about how trite that was, so instead of allowing me the privacy of doing it in the bathroom, I had to take them off at the table. You even called the waiter over before I was finished, and I had to freeze, panties worked halfway down my thighs. You made me pass them across the table for anyone to see, my cheeks burning with humiliation at the possibility of others seeing not only that I had given you my panties, but also that they were soaked through.
You were teasing me with your boots all night. I knew we weren't going back to your place after dinner, so I thought you were just winding me up. But after you finished eating, you told me to sit with my legs spread, all the way forward in the booth. You grinned, told me to act normally, and slid your hard leather boot up my thigh, grazing my clit, pressing in to my cunt.
We went for a walk in the park. There were only a few other people out in the twilight. It was a nice stroll. Until you noticed I had made your boot wet and marred the shine. You have made me so much your slut that, when you directed me to clean it up, then and there in the park, I only hesitated long enough to look around for observers before I knelt, and licked your boot clean. Knowing someone might see made my stomach knot; tasting my cunt on the leather made me wet. I thought the worst was over.
"Let's go into the woods," you said with a sly smile.
I knew to expect something. You like to push me to do new things - not that giving a blowjob in the park is new, it's just something I haven't done in well over a decade. That's what I expected. A little more exhibitionism. So I followed you deeper into the woods with a little excitement, but no fear.
I was wrong.
"May I know the plan, Sir?"
"Of course. The plan is to rape you and then slit your throat with this knife." You pull out a nasty looking knife. I don't understand how I missed it before. "Or maybe I strangle you while I rape you. Or strangle you, cut you, then rape you. There are so many possibilities." I giggle a little. We've talked like this before, my serial killer Sir. "So you think I'm joking?"
You grab me, and swiftly you have me immobilized from behind. You sniff me and run the knife along my arm. A thin line of blood begins to well up, and I go cold. You never use knives that sharp in play.
"Now do you take me seriously, boi?" I nod. "Good. But it's all been too easy so far. Let's make it more interesting. Run. I'll give you a head start. If I like chasing you enough, maybe I'll just rape you."
You let go and shove me away "Run, victim. I'll close my eyes and count to 15. Then you're mine."
I'm already running before you say 1. But in the falling dark, I can't find my way back to the open, and I can't see well. I run deeper in to the woods, and I can still hear you counting. I'll never outrun you. I scoop up a rock and keep running. As I leap over a downed tree, I look back and see a perfect hidey hole just as, faintly, I hear "ready or not, here I come!" I scramble under the log and wait.
And here I am, listening for your footsteps and hearing only my breath and heartbeat. They begin to slow. I can hear the woods now. Hear your boots. They're far away, but not getting farther. I can hear you hunting me, slowly and methodically. It wouldn't do to rush. You are closing in. I hear you at the log and I try not to breathe. You climb up and jump down on my side, and I will you not to turn around. I covered myself in leaves, but the light colored dress you told me to wear is still faintly visible in the dying light. You pause, listen, head cocked. And turn.
"Hello there."
I try to scream but nothing comes out as you pounce. I'm always amazed by how fast you are.
You drag me out by the hair.
