I got out of the shower to a dress and a note lying on the bed.
‘Put ONLY this on, braided hair. Meet me at the car in 10 minutes.’
The dress, a short, asymmetrical nude dress that clings to every curve of my body like wet silk. Quickly, I braided my hair low on my neck before walking to the car, barefoot and buzzing with curiosity.
He stood waiting for me at the car door. Nothing but shorts and running shoes, his defined chest glistening in the soft, warm glow of the afternoon sun.
He gave an approving nod as he opened the door, “Perfect”, he muttered as he kissed my cheek. I slid into the seat, glancing around briefly while he made his way to the other side of the car. There weren’t any clues as to what the night held. As he pulled out of the drive, the car hummed, and the sounds of CORPSE vibrated among the taut lines of tension that stretched in the confined space. We drove for 30 minutes to the outskirts of town before he pulled off to the side of the road. In the middle of nowhere. He got out of the car and pulled himself around the car, opening my door.
He streched his hand out to me, insinuating that I was to get out. Standing over me, he wrapped his hand around my cheek before pulling his thumb down, teasing my lower lip, then settling against my chin. Hooking it, he tilted my head up. With fire and humor in his eyes, “You have twenty minutes, I suggest you use it wisely”. His lips found mine before giving me a quick, deep kiss. Then he pulled away from me and rounded the front of the car. Driving off, leaving me stranded, on the side of a road in the middle of nowhere, wearing practically nothing.
What am I supposed to do? Twenty minutes for what? I looked around, lost and confused. My eyes settled on a note tacked to a tree in front of me, exactly like the note on the bed. I plucked it from the bark and read…
‘Run’
Run? What the fuck? Run where? Shit… anticipation filled my body. I could hear a car in the distance that was quickly approaching. Should I wave them down? What would I say? How could I explain this? It was a game, I knew it was. And I had one play, one move, to run.
As the sound of the engine encroached on me, I shuffled backwards into the trees, uncertain of where the true danger lurked. I had no idea where I was, but I had a feeling there was somebody did. Somebody who was watching me. Watching every move I made. So I turned on my heel, and I ran…
Deeper in the forest, I padded barefoot among the branches and broken brush. Keeping careful attention to pine cones. I knew one wrong step would take me out and leave me vulnerable.
My senses grew acutely aware of every movement, every sound, every change in the forest. I had no idea what… or who… I was running from or where I was running to, but my feet kept moving, connecting with the earth as rapidly as I could withstand.
Every cracking branch had me switching directions, changing my path, further losing my direction. The darkness beginning to overcome the light unsettlingly fast. My heart pounding with fear or anticipation, I wasn’t sure. A clearing drew my attention, with the last bit of open space and sunlight. I could see water. Possibly a stream I could use as a compass to town, hopefully. Like a spy or timid prey, I slowed, creeping my way toward the open space. Moving from one tree to the next, shielding myself. Hesitantly, I stopped and waited. Aware that not moving could be my demise, but acting rashly could lead me straight into danger.
Pocketed by a dense grouping of trees, I thought I was safe until I felt that awareness of being watched… again. The sensation that I was seen by someone I couldn’t see. I glanced around only to realize it was now full-blown darkness. The light had slipped below the horizon, leaving only the glow of the moon high above. The pounding of footsteps thumped in my ears, and I froze.
Pulling in on myself, my almost naked, exposed body offering little protection. I held my breath while the pounding subsided; only then did I realize that the thumping of heavy footsteps was my own heartbeat.
Off in the distance a soft, flickering glow caught my eyes. A fire deep in the woods. Was it campers? Could they help me? Offer some assistance? Like a moth to a flame, I was drawn to the soft glow opposite the landing from me. There was only one choice. One next move.
Taking a deep breath, I quickly glanced around for any obvious dangers before recklessly charging out into the open. Exposed, I ran as quickly as my sore bare feet could drive me. My chest rose and fell with the beat of my feet, hitting the ground one after the other. A pounding sound, again thumping in my ears. But this time, it was unfamiliar. Different than before and it was infringing on me… rapidly.
I picked up my pace running faster, quickly trying to deliberate my next move. My next turn. If I continued straight, across the open space to the stream, I may be met with campers who could help me… but did I want help? Or did I want to be caught?
Hastily craning my neck behind me in an attempt to see my hunter, hoping it was him, I lost my footing. As I tumbled into the dirt and stones, the realization that I may be being chased by an animal wilder than man crossed my mind, and the fear that’s been sitting at the edge this whole time slammed into me.
The hard impact of the ground tore what little coverage I had, shredding the dress further up my legs and down my chest. Most of my body being left exposed, I could feel scratches blooming along my almost naked body. With moments left before I would be caught, I knew I didn’t have time to think, let alone worry about an injury. A worse fate could find me if I waited too long. I dragged my body up, finding my footing before instinct took over. Pulling my body in a direction away from the campers.
The sound of feet, or paws, whacking the ground behind me drew closer, followed by panting, meaning whatever was chasing me was narrowing the little leeway I had.
Just as I could feel the beast close the distance between us, a hand reached out and grabbed my arm. Yanking me into a hard chest. My braid had come loose, and my long hair enveloped my face in dark, thick stands, leaving me blinded. Even if I wasn’t engulfed by the body of a man… a hunter… my hunter.
Before I could get my footing, I was flipped around and pressed against a tree. What was left of my clothing was ripped from my body. The excitement and anticipation pulsing through me, through my pussy. I could feel the wetness dripping between my thighs as he forced my legs open with his thick leg. The ruffling of cloth before I felt his hard cock press against my soaking tight pussy. “Mine,” he growled as one hand threaded into my hair and pushed my face painfully against the bark. His big, hard cock thrust into my tight, wet hole punishingly. He began to fuck me hard and fast, my body and face scraping against the rough grain of the bark. His other hand, firmly gripping my hip, pulling me into him as he pushed his cock deeper into me.
The sounds of the forest fading to the animalistic grunts of my hunter fucking me hard in the woods. My pussy is taking every inch of his hard, thick cock. Fucking me harder and faster, taking what he wants from my body, taking what is rightfully his. What he hunted and caught. His prey, his game.
He fucked me hard as I moaned, needing his claim. Submitting to him, as he took ownership of me.
He fucked me harder than I’d ever been fucked. My pussy clenched around his cock as an orgasm slammed into me. My body going slack against his. His prey surrendering to its predator… using my body, he continued to fuck my pussy until I could feel him cum deep inside me. Filling me. He let my body slouch as he lowered with me. His cock is still pulsing inside me.
