Chasing Anna: Day 6

[Day 1 Morning](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/a7dbyr/chasing_anna_day_1_morning_mf_nosex_slow_start/)

[Day 1 Evening](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/a7nt69/chasing_anna_day_1_evening_mf_noncon_slow_start/)

[Day 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/a7yh3x/chasing_anna_day_2/)

[Day 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/a8bh57/chasing_anna_day_3/)

[Day 4](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/admmc8/chasing_anna_day_4/)

[Day 5](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/aeadmo/chasing_anna_day_5/)

# Day 6

Anna’s sleep was troubled, The visions of the past 5 days played over and over, a girl running, being caught, held down, fucked roughly, The cock stretching her virginal tunnel painfully as she struggled, then succumbing to her captor. Just like every other girl she had watched, by the end the girl was embracing her rapist, pushing back against the cock violating her, urging him deeper. She watched in the dream as the girl turned towards her just as her attacker came. Anna saw her own face, looking back at her. The belly of her doppelganger swelled as the torrent of cum flowed into her. The girl wearing her face bend over, now gravid with child, begging her mate to take her again. Milk filled breasts swaying as she accepted the father of her child over and over.

*No!* She thought, *No, no, no, no i won’t, I won’t accept it.*

The scene dissolved, She was bent over, tied to some sort of frame. A bar held her hips high, another, just under her breasts, supported her torso. She felt something probing at her cunt behind her. She tied to turn her head to see, but it was no use. She felt enter her, something large, stretching her wider and wider. It began to work back and forth, still growing, She was afraid to look down, to see what the massive phallus was doing to her body. Instead she lifted her head and saw a girl standing in the corner. It was her own face, eyes cold and cruel, slowly stroking herself as she stared at Anna’s bound form. *Traitor, You deserve this faithless bitch.*

The thing behind her stopped, hot cum poured into her. THe heat spread through her whole body. She felt hot all over, her skin felt so warm. She slumped against the restraints and…

Anna woke. The nightmare slipped slowly away. The sun was high, hot on her skin. How long had she slept? She thought back to the night before, the boy hiding in the bush, her dream of being violated. A horrible thought crossed her mind, she reached down to her crotch, terrified of what she might find. But everything was normal. She remained intact. The dream was just a dream, but that boy was still out there, waiting to strike. She broke camp as quickly as she could, hands shaking, jumping at every sound. She couldn’t go straight to the cliff, she had to lose him first. She set off at a run, looking behind her, trying to catch sight of her pursuer, but saw nothing. She ran.

She saw a man, not behind her, but in front. He stared at her, shocked, no doubt wondering why a girl was running straight for him. Anna turned sharply to avoid him and he gave chase. While she was a strong runner, she had been fleeing for over half an hour. The man was fresh. He sprinted after her. He had poor running form. Anna knew if she could outrun the sprint, there was no way he could match her endurance, fresh or not. She poured everything on, feet pounding the ground, lungs heaving with exertion.

*I can make it. No one left can outrun me. Just get a short sprint out and I’m free.*

Deep in her mind, another voice spoke, dark, soft, tempting.

*You could let him.*

*No, I won’t lose! I won’t give in!*

*You don’t have to lose control, just slow down, let him catch you. No one could blame you for that. It would be all his fault. He’d make you.*

She shook her head, tring to shake lose the the demon in her soul. No matter the will she exerted, her body was failing. She couldn’t ush this pace forever. Her sprint was fading, dropping back into her distance pace. Surely it was enough, it had to be.

She felt fingertips on her back, reaching, grasping. She rallied her last reserves, but the fingers closed on the band of her shorts. She pushed forward, willing herself on, but the hand on her shorts pulled her back, slowing, slowing. She was caught. He had her. Her heart hammering, lungs burning, she leaned forward, willing somehow to escape.

*~~~RIIIIIIP~~~*

The seams of her shorts gave way, pulling from her body. She was exposed. Her pussy left defenseless in the open air. She stumbled forward, barely keeping her feet. Then she realized the impact of what happened. He had fallen back when the shorts gave way. He sat there, her torn shorts in his hand, but she was on her feet, free from his grip. She ran. Flying again through the trees. There was no way he could catch her now, not with this lead.

Something caught her arm. The yank on her shoulder threw her off balance and she tumbled to the ground. A second boy pounced on her. Then she recognized them. The team from earlier, now down to two since the third claimed a girl a few nights earlier. He had her, SHe was lost. She fought on, struggling to escape his grasp. His shorts were down now, she could feel his cock pressing against her thigh. The hot hard flesh sent shivers of anticipation through her body, but fear stabbed into her mind. She could smell him, a deep earthy musk sending tendrils of lust into her belly, clouding her mind.

“No,” she cried, “no, no, no”

*Yes…*

“Please don’t let me go”

He reached down and probed her exposed cunt with his fingers, sending a spasm through her body and wrenching a moan from her mouth. Tears ran down her face as he lined his cock up with her pussy. She had been so close to making it, so close to escape. The world was fading in, shrinking down to the entrance to her womb and the hard shaft about to take her. Just a second more and he’d be in her, filling her, claiming her.

Then he was off her. She groaned in frustration. Why was he waiting. She looked groggily around, still lost in the trance of her lust. The two men were rolling on the ground, fighting for dominance. Fighting her her. This was likely the last girl they would see, There were no second chances. The winner would have her, the loser would have nothing. She ran, stumbling almost drunkenly through the trees. Her mind murky from the effects of the pheromones. Her ears buzzed, her vision hazy, as if looking through a fog. She stumbled, unsure of where she was going. One thought drove her, keeping her moving. One word: Run

Through the haze, she saw something impossible. Nickies face looked out at her from a bush, then disappeared. She chased after her, searching for her lost friend. A glimpse there, ducking behind a tree. A blur of motion here. Run. Chase her. Find her.

How long she stumbled on like that she didn’t know, but at last she came crashing through a bush and toppled headfirst into the lake. The cold water hit her like a slap in the face, blasting the cobwebs out of her mind, shocking her into clarity. She stood in the waste deep water, looking around to get her bearings. There was the cliff, right next to her. She had made it back to her destination at last. More strangely, there was a raft sitting next to her, tied to a tree by the bank and bobbing slightly as the wind hit it. A long push pole sat on it’s deck, ready to ferry her into the water. She strained her ears for any sign of pursuers. She thought back to the events of the last few hours, She was almost caught. They almost had her. She was almost…

She retched into the water. Whether from the terror she had experienced or the hours of exertion she couldn’t say, but when she stood again, she felt better. She untied the raft, and pushed it out into the water, hugging close to the cliff as she continued to scan the woodline for any trace of movement. Eventually, she reached the back side of the cliff, where it sloped down far enough to perhaps reach. Standing unsteadily on the raft, the top of the bank was perhaps chest height. She looped an end of the rope around a tree, and scrambled up to safety. She worked quickly. The raft was too heavy to haul up, but it was hidden from the shoreline. The woods here were dense, easy to hide in. Even if someone did make it up the cliff, she could escape on the raft. Should they come from the lake side, she could use the rope to escape down the cliff. It was late afternoon now and there wasn’t much time. FIrst, she constructed a shelter for the night, something to block out any prying eyes. Next, she scoped out the cliff line, finding her lines of sight, identifying routes of approach. Lastly, she took out her fishing line and began running triplines along the paths leading back to her campsite. It wouldn’t stop anyone from moving, but it would make them noisy as hell and give her some warning. The sky was darkening now, she made her way back to the camp and watched the recap.

A girl was running from the pair who had nearly caught her earlier. They were obviously trying to herd her somewhere, perhaps into a trap, but she seemed to be on to them, checking their positioning, gauging where they were pushing her, then breaking one direction or the other to impede their plans. There was something else. The girl was not running quite so hard as she could. She looked back frequently, checking where her pursuers were. She was kiting them, toying with them. Leading them where she wanted even as they tried to get her to whatever trap they had set up. A sly smile played across her lips. What was she up to? Anna wondered.

She didn’t have to wonder for long though, a few moments later, one of the boys skidded to a halt, staring at the ground in front of him. The other barreled forward, falling through the thin veneer of leaves covering a pit. His forward momentum carried him part way across the opening, slamming his chest against the far wall. The girl had stopped, watching to see what the other boy would do. Would he help his possibly injured friend, or continue to chase his prize? He called down to the boy in the hole, and a hand appeared on the edge. The fallen boy rose to his feet, hand gripping his ribs, his face a mask of pain. The hole wasn’t as deep as Anna thought initially, only waist deep, but the prospect of crawling out with broken ribs did not appeal to the injured boy. The remaining boy began to advance on her, angry, but wary. She laughed and danced off through the forest as he resumed the chase. The minutes stretched on, her still toying with him, slowing down enough to make sure she didn’t lose him. THe boy veered off several times, catching sight of some snare or trap before him. Eventually, the girl stopped in a clearing where she seemed to have made camp. She turned and watched the wary boy approaching her, alert for any other trickery. Anna could see the anger on her face. He didn’t want to just take her, he wanted to punish her for hurting his friend. He wanted to make her pay. Anna bit her lip, wondering if the girl understood what he intended to do to her. He drew closer, just a few feet away, hands balled into fists now. Anna heart pounded, frightened by what would come next. He grabbed her roughly by the shoulder. The girl twisted, seeming to crumple before him.

Then the boy was falling. She had twisted to pull him off balance, popped her hips under his, and thrown him casually to the ground.

*What the fuck is she?* Anna thought to herself. This girl was fearless, powerful, like some Amazonian warrior. She had taken out two men at once like it was nothing. Anna watched as she swiftly bound the boys hands behind him. He was struggling now, trying to escape his unexpected captor, but the girl was a terror, slapping him, painfully bending joints until he submitted, cowed before her. The boy was on his back now, arms still behind his back, legs parted, each with a line running to a nearby tree. He wriggled inneffectually as she watched him, amused. Her shorts dropped to the ground, and he stopped, suddenly transfixed by the sight of her cunt before him. She began to stroke herself, casually, slowly. She was getting off on the sight of the boy helpless before her. His growing cock tented the front of his shorts, anticipating the release the girl promised. Unable to slide the shorts down his spread legs, she instead tugged at the seams until they gave way, ripping from his body and leaving him exposed to her gaze.

She looks closely at him, face inches from his cock, inspecting it. As a finger ran along his shaft, he arched his hips up, trying desperately to gain further stimulation. The head of his cock bumped against her closed mouth and she pulled back, annoyed. She slapped him across the face, hard. She whispered something to him, no doubt warning him about the consequences of further impatience as red handprint rose on his cheek. Her hand cupped his balls as if weighing them, gauging their heft. The boy squirmed, but kept still. Her fingers wrapped around his sack, slightly squeezing, not hard enough to injure, but still making him wince. Holding the grip to keep him still, she lowered her head to his crotch and took him into her mouth. She bobbed up and down, working him deeper into her throat. His face was torn between pain, pleasure, fear, and lust. Anna could see his balls rising with impending climax. The girl felt it too. She lifted her head of his prick and pulled down on his balls, he winced, a grimace of pain running over his face.

Orgasm averted, she rose to her feet, considering her next step. She stepped over him, straddling his helpless form as he looked hopefully up at her dripping pussy. When she lowered herself though, it was not onto his cock, but his face. She ground her cunt into him, riding his mouth hard. She came, pausing briefly pressed tight against his mouth and nose. He began to thrash, unable to breath with her pussy smothering him. She began riding again, allowing him to sip air between thrusts until she came again.

Satisfied for the moment, she lifted off of him, scooted down, and squatted over his cock. The boys expression had changed now. The rage gone, the fear gone, he looked up at her with longing, even adoration. The girl had broken him like a horse. He was hers and he knew it.

She lowered herself slowly onto him. Instead of the long strokes Anna expected, the girl buried his cock in her and slowly grinded against him, rubbing her clit against his pubis. SHe came again, still denying his the stimulation he needed. Then harder, grinding small circles against him, bringing herself closer. The boy’s hips rose again, balls contracting. She paused savoring the feeling of him pulsing inside of her despite her own denied orgasm.

Anna watched as she lifted off him, seed dripping from her pussy, and lowered herself back onto her mouth to finish. The scene faded with her still astride him, working towards a fourth climax.

Anna wasn’t even aware that she had been rubbing herself until she came. The girl might be paired, locked to the boy for life, no doubt pregnant with his child, but there was no denying she had beaten them more completely than lasting the whole week. Anna wondered if she could do that. Take a boy and make him hers Force him as so many of the girls were forced over the last 6 days.

One last message flashed across the screen:

End of report:

Males remaining: 3

Females remaining: 1

That was it. She was the last one left. 3 men left, 1 day to survive, and her hidden away in a nearly impenetrable glade on top of a cliff.

Then she looked up. There was a boy, sitting at the entrance to her shelter, watching her come down from her climax, hand still buried in the crotch.

She cringed against the back of her shelter. There was no way out. He had her cornered. Why had she watched the videos? Why hadn’t she kept lookout? How had he gotten here? She was pressed against the far wall, knees to her chest, keenly aware of his eyes on her exposed pussy.

“Oh, um..” he began, “don’t be scared. I’m not going to hurt you.”

“Please don’t…” Anna whispered, not daring to believe him.

“I promise, you took my raft and I had to swim. I just wanted to see if you had a towel.”

The whole situation was ludicrous. They both knew why they were out here. What was he playing at? But she was trapped. THere was nothing to do but play along.

“Um… I’ve got something in my pack… outside”

He got up and let her out into the night air. As soon as she was clear of him she bolted. Running towards the cliff. She looked back, and say him fishing a spare blanket out of her bag, wrapping it around him, and taking a seat. She ran out of sight, and circled back carefully, approaching her camp from a different angle. He was still sitting there, making no effort to chase or track her. Could he be gay? She wondered. She weighed her choices. Her rope was still in camp. She couldn’t risk the cliff without it. There was the raft, but there were still two other males out there. This one she could see and he could have taken her already if he wanted. Maybe it was time to take a risk. She walked back into sight and he nodded to her, still sitting.

“You really won’t try to rape me?” she asked.

“I won’t touch you unless you say I can,” he assured her.

She sat across from him, watching him warily. He looked familiar.

“I know you,” she whispered

“Yeah, I’m Tim. We met at that social. Anna right?”

“Yeah.”

There was something else though, something familiar about him apart from that. Then it struck her.

“You there when Nickie was… taken. I saw you in the video”

“Yeah, I was keeping an eye on her. I’ve been following you two all week.”

“Why? Were you hoping to take her?”

“Eww, no. I just wanted to keep her safe”

“What? Why?”

“She’s my sister.”

She saw it. There was a certain resemblance. But that meant…

“Wait, you just wanted to protect her and then you stood by as she was raped?”

A red flush of anger was creeping up Anna’s face. This boy was supposed to protect Nickie and not only let it happen, but hid and watched the whole thing.

“If I thought she wanted to be saved, I would have stepped in. She likes him. I thought that’s why you stayed out of the way.”

Anna’s flush deepened as she remembered her own betrayal of Nickie. Anna remembered how she, instead of saving Nickie as Nickie once saved her, just watched, stroking her cunt, as her bound friend was raped. She remembered Nickie looking up as the boy took her virginity, looking right into her eyes. Now this boy, her friend’s brother, was staring at her with those same eyes.

“I… I was scared. I didn’t know if there was someone else waiting” Anna said weakly.

Tim looked at her skeptically. He had seen her masturbating as she watched Nickie get claimed. He had watched her come from her own fingers as it happened. Anna didn’t want to hear him say it. Anna looked away.

“How did you know she liked him?” Anna asked, “She seemed so angry.”

“She called him a goober” Tim blushed slightly.

Anna waited for him to explain.

“Nickie used to like to play at being a brat. She’d blame me for something, say that I ruined her weekend because she had to drive me somewhere or do something. She wasn’t really mad though, she just wanted me to show her I cared about her. She’d demand I do something for her to make up for it, cook her dinner, do her chores, something like that. After I’d do it, She’d always say, ‘Ok fine, I forgive you. You can’t help being a goober.’ That’s how I knew she really didn’t mind. It’s kind of stupid, but when she called him that, I got a little jealous. That was our thing all through school.”

Anna could tell he hadn’t meant to open up to her that much. She watched a tear roll down his cheek. Anna had lost her friend for just a few days. Tim felt like in some way, he had lost his sister forever. Anna knew she hadn’t been there for Nickie, but maybe in some small way she could be there for her brother.

She got up, walked over to him, and held him. They sat that way for a few minutes, Tim silently crying into her shoulder, her holding him close. It felt nice, his face pressed against her, his hand wrapping around the small of her back. The warmth of his body guarding her against the cool night air. For the first time in months, Anna found the presence of a male comforting, reassuring. He nestled closer into her breasts. She could feel his breath through her thin shirt. His hand drifted lower onto her bare buttocks. Her hand dropped to the hardness in his lap.

Anna pulled away. She could almost feel the the tendrils of his pheromones coiling around her mind, ensnaring her as she sat there distracted. She felt woozy, unsteady. She had to get away.

“I’m sorry, I can’t,” Anna said, “We should go to bed.”

He didn’t argue. But did borrow her blanket for the night. His own gear got soaked as he swam after her and was in no condition to be used. She left him to sleep under the stars and crawled into her shelter.

Alone again, she reached down and began to touch herself, working towards the orgasm she knew would do nothing to slake the rising compulsion of her condition. Sleep came after she did. Her last night in the woods, for better or worse.

…

She work in the dark to the sound of someone coming into her shelter. Her heart pounded, fearing the worst, then she saw Tim’s face.

“What are you doing? You’re supposed to sleep out there” Anna scolded him.

“It’s starting to rain and my stuff still isn’t dry. Just push over, there’s room for two.”

Anna paused. She couldn’t sent him out into the rain. After all, his gear was wet only because she stole his raft. But having him so close was too much of a danger. There had to be a way…

“Ok, on one condition.”

“What?” Tim asked hopefully.

“Let me see your arms.” Anna said, holding up the rope.

She bound Tim’s arms behind him, careful to make him secure without binding him too tight to breathe easily. He looked much like the boy she had watch get dominated. She stared at him for a few moments, wondering if she had it in her to do the same to him. She wouldn’t really of course. She just wondered…

Anna shook her head, trying to pull herself out of the fantasy.

*One more day.* *Just one more day,* she told herself. *You can last one more day.*

Anna rolled over, not wanting to see the temptation laying next to her. Sleep took her.

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To be continued…

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