> Kinks involved: consensual non-consent, Predator/prey, corporal punishment, degradation, and Teacher/student.
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Crunch.
I replay the sound as it bounces from one corner of my mind to the other. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.
I feel what was once my calm mood shift into escalating dread as my heart beats ever faster. If this forest were full of life I could easily excuse the sound to be that of a wild animal or falling fruit. However, in this place even the leaves themselves did not dare to grow in such a desolate biome at this time of year.
I continue my usual pace towards home, concentrating on my hearing, hoping to pick up on any other unusual sounds, yet I hear nothing. Nothing for a while. What feels like a while at least, until I hear a noise. Another gut twistingly awful crunch, yet this time it seems much closer. On instinct I turn my head to look at where the sound came from.
Oh what a horrible sense of satisfaction to know that your suspicions are actually correct. Near the trees I spotted a tall imposing figure watching me, no further than ten metres away. They were dressed in tattered dark clothes and their face momentarily shocked me still. Leathery white skin gave way to an endless dark chasm in the middle of the face, forking at the bottom like a fake mouth. Rows of sharp pointy teeth lay hidden in that predatory smile as soulless black eyes stared straight at me.
In an instant I felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through my entire body. I turned and ran as fast as I could, spurred on by the ever closer sound of it’s footsteps hitting the ground behind me. My muscles cried out as I pushed my legs into overtime. The trees became a dizzy blur as I sped past them, eventually arriving at a densely lush area of the wilderness unfamiliar to me.
Crunch. Right behind me.
I impulsively leapt forward, tumbling through a dense, thorny bush that brutally scratched both my arms. My heart was pounding in my chest, lungs burning, legs aching. Yet I pushed myself up. I forced my body past its limits to escape the horrible presence behind me. I couldn’t believe how far I had run, I was so beyond lost now. I didn’t have time to think as I felt a hand grab a fist full of my ponytail, screaming as I was forced to look at the monster.
I heard laughter as the creature let go of my hair and raised its hands. I winced at the thought of being devoured by this thing, instead though, a hand tore off the hideous mask. I froze when I saw who it was. My old teacher was revealed, cackling to himself with a smug look on his face. He always was my favourite, and not just because he was an excellent teacher. I opened my mouth to speak as my lips imitated the movements of words. I was at such a loss I stared at him until he finished laughing. “Oh I really had you there, didn’t I? You should see your face. I only wish I could take a photo of this moment.” He let out a few more laughs as he slicked his hair back, fixing the mess the mask had made.
“Wh… what? Why?” I stammered as he gave me a smile. “You don’t remember the time you hid in my office and gave me the fright of my life? You ruined that shirt forever you know.” I let out a sigh of relief, I did feel kind of bad about that. I didn’t realize he would spill coffee all over himself. Now that I think about it he did mention something about getting me back, but like this? This was too much. “Is that seriously why you chased me through the woods Sir?”
I shook my head at him and felt my fear morphing into anger. “How did you think this was okay? You scared me half to death! I would rather just pay for that stupid shirt than think I’m about to die alone in the woods because of some maniac!” I yelled at him, pushing my arms forward to shove him. He reflexively grabbed both my arms in a tight grip. I was suddenly pulled in front of him, looking up to see the pleasant facade drop from his face. “You are to never lay a finger on me, do you understand?” I frowned in confusion at the attitude change but tentatively nodded my head nonetheless.
“Good girl.” My heart twinged with those words. Seeing no smile on his face I felt anxiety and fear begin to spread. “You used to like it when I called you that in class right?” I looked away from him. “You weren’t always the best student, especially at the beginning. Oh man…” He said, shaking his head with a cold laugh. “I loved seeing the change in your academic abilities after you got that tiny morsel of praise. It was so heartwarming to see you grow up from a lazy student, barely bothering to do her homework, to the first one to put her hand up whenever I asked a question. By the end of the year no one could be bothered to ask any more insightful questions as surely you were the one who would volunteer it first.” I continued to stare at the leaves on the ground as I felt my face heating up.
He let go of my left wrist, using his finger under my chin to prop my head up to look up at him. “And just like now, every time you earned that good girl, you would fiercely blush and fidget in your seat as if you had an itch you just… couldn’t seem to scratch.” The burning sensation in my cheeks spread across my face as I watched him say those words. He had to see that I was surely as red as a tomato by now, though the embarrassment I felt didn’t strip away the uneasy feelings from earlier.
He delicately stroked my cheek as he freed my other hand. “You have a crush on me.” He stated. I closed my eyes and sighed. “Okay… I used to have a crush on you but I don’t anymore-” SMACK! I felt a burning pain as he slapped my face, so forceful that I stumbled backwards. “Do **not** lie to me.” I reached my arm up to cover my cheek with my hand, as if I needed to confirm what really happened.
“I will not ask you again.” His face was as cold as stone. I had to admit I imagined this scenario many times but I couldn’t tell him now, not like this. I softened my expression and relaxed my posture, taking a step towards him as I mimicked his pleasant smile from earlier. “You know me too well Sir” I said. I saw his shoulders sink just the tiniest amount before I swiftly punched him under the sternum, spun around, and rushed away.
I heard him groan behind me and I ran with a grin, exhilarated that I had for the moment, won. That’s why I was so happy, right? I wanted to win, I wanted to escape. It made me feel alive for the first time in a long time. My legs were moving so fast it gave my brain little time to think. I was pushed forward by pure adrenaline. Suddenly though, I felt a blunt force on my back that pushed me down an incline I couldn’t prepare myself for. I lost my balance, tumbling onto the hard ground.
I slowly sat up, body aching from the scrapes and bruises I endured in the fall. Dazed, I turned to see him walking towards me. I looked at him with wide eyes as he leant down and wrapped his hand around my throat. He pulled me up so I was standing in front of him. He stared at me, as if waiting for a response as his fingers squeezed my neck. I opened my mouth, only managing to breathe out the word “Sorry” in a hoarse whisper. As I tried to say more his grip loosened. I quickly said the words “I have a crush on you Sir.” His face drew so close to mine all I could smell was the musky mixture of his cologne and sweat before he violated my mouth.
He impatiently slipped his tongue past my lips, swirling it hungrily around my own. My small mouth became enveloped by his slippery mass as it wriggled further, contorting around my tongue in a lustful frenzy. He explored every crevice, pushing himself ever deeper into my mouth. I could barely think to breathe, the kiss was that overwhelming. I felt as if he was forcing me to drown in it.
After a while he pulled back, leading me to foolishly think it was over. I felt a sharp pain as his teeth sunk into my lip, hard enough to draw blood. I yelped in pain and tried to jerk my head back but he held me in place. His tongue lapped at the wound he made, forcing me to taste my blood as he continued to violently kiss me. I kept pulling my head away from him, and eventually he stopped.
“What’s wrong sweetie? Don’t you want me now?” I laughed. I felt a sudden burst of courage as I looked him in the eyes. I felt confident, so cocky for one moment that I spat at his face. His retaliation was swift, in the form of a painful slap to the face. Before I had time to think, he did it again. My cheeks burned with pain as I tried to shield myself from his attacks.
On seeing this, he easily restrained both of my wrists with one hand. “The pain you feel right now is your punishment for daring to disrespect me.” Even as I was struggling to get my arms out of his bind, he continued to land his brutal slaps upon my face. One by one I felt tears well up in my eyes. As he slapped me again the searing hot pain became too much and I couldn’t help but let the tears fall from my eyes. He leaned in close to me, licking one of my tears up. He held my face in his hands and with a sadistic smile he said “You have never looked more beautiful than you do right now.”
I looked at him in horror, his words making my stomach turn. I stopped resisting the hold on my hands as my confidence plummeted. The reality of the situation dawned on me. I wasn’t going anywhere soon, and he knew it. With his free hand he ripped open the shirt I was wearing and grabbed my breasts out of my bra. I held my arms in front of me, but he easily moved them out of the way. “Stop being such an ungrateful brat.” He said as he began to pinch my left nipple and tug on it until I cried out. “Please stop Sir.” I said in a small voice. He tilted his head “My my, she has manners after all.” Surprisingly he did as I asked, lowering his hand.
I felt his fingers land on my knee, drumming their way along my leg to reach my inner thigh. He hovered around the edge of my panties before touching my underwear. He chuckled, “I can already feel how wet you are, your panties are soaked.” He slipped his finger under the fabric and I shamefully felt how wet and slippery his movements were. “I can tell you crave my touch, you dirty slut.” He said as he slowly traced the shape of my vulva. I gritted my teeth, allowing no sound to escape my lips. As he found my clit and used his finger to circle the mound, I tried my best not to move.
“I don’t want this” I whispered, giving him a pleading look. My leg spasmed at his touch, betraying how much he was turning me on. “Please… don’t do this…” I continued. “Tsk tsk” he shook his head at me. “How quickly you forget.” He mocked as he pinched my clit. “P-please stop S-s-sir!” I stammered as more tears fell from my eyes. He released the pressure for a moment to say “No.” Before pinching it tighter, causing me to cry out in pain. “Bad girls don’t get what they want. They get what they deserve.”
He moved his hand to insert a finger, then another inside me. My ferocity came back for a moment, as I wriggled my hands out of his grip. I wrapped my fingers around his muscular arm to stop him as he forcefully finger-fucked me. I pushed on his arm with all of my strength. But he didn’t seem to move at all. He kept pumping his fingers inside of me as I held onto his arm. I kept trying, as futile as it was, until he laughed. I looked at his confident expression and realised that I never escaped out of his hold. He simply let my hands go, just to show me how truly helpless I was.
All of a sudden he wrapped his fingers around my hair and yanked me to the ground, climbing on top of me. I felt his hot breath on my ear as he said “I’ve been waiting to fuck you for a long time.” He pulled my underwear to the side and I felt his cock poke my entrance. “No don’t-” I protested as he pushed inside of me, gliding further into me as I slowly became full of him. I moaned when his cock reached the end, unable to contain my voice. He stared down at me with his hungry eyes as he pulled back for another thrust.
I held my hands on his chest, weakly trying to push him away as he fucked me. “Stop… stop…” I said in a voice barely above a whisper. “I’ll stop when you’re not so wet for me. I know you want this, you’ve always wanted me to fuck you like this. To take you when I want.” He said. I cried out “No I don’t! Stop please!” My eyes started to well up with tears again and I begged “Please Sir-” attempting to say something to follow it up with but I could only moan again as he began to fuck me at a steady pace.
I desperately clawed at his chest, scratching my nails into his skin. He let out a frustrated growl and wrapped his hands around my throat. I used one hand to try and pry his hands off my neck while pushing him with the other. “You can barely fight me with two hands let alone one you stupid slut.” His grip grew so tight I couldn’t breathe at all so I used both of my hands to hopelessly pull his arms off me. “How does it feel knowing your pathetic life is in my hands?” He asked. I gave a small high pitched noise in response as it was all I could get out.
He moved one of his hands off my neck and lifted my leg up to pound deeper into me. Of course, even with one hand I couldn’t get him off me, but I did manage to get tiny gasps of air. I began to feel light headed as he intensified his movements, slamming into my pussy again and again. “I’m going to fill your little fuckhole soon.” He said. He became wild after that, thrusting faster and faster. I could do nothing but lie there making small noises as he pounded me relentlessly.
He let out a final moan as his movements slowed down, his cock reaching deep inside of me as he came. He finally released his grip around my neck allowing me to desperately gasp for air. He lied on top of me for a moment before pulling himself out. He watched me for a while, delicately tracing his forefinger along my face to my chin. “Open your mouth.” He commanded and I obeyed. He spat on me, I flinched as it landed in my mouth and on my face. “You’re my property now. Do you understand? You are **mine**.” I nodded. “Good girl.”
He stood up and looked down at what had become of me. My once neat hair was a loose mess, makeup smudged and ruined from the tears, with a shirt utterly torn to bits. “I forgot to mention. I’ll be coming back to your school next year. You still have the same number right? I’ll give you instructions tonight. You are not to disobey me.” I saw him smooth his hair down as he calmly walked away. I got up to follow when he was far enough away, as I didn’t know where I was anymore. Eventually he went to a part of the forest I was familiar with, and I journeyed back home, sneaking into my house unnoticed.
I lied in bed for a while before I received a text from an unknown number that read:
“Send me a photo of you touching yourself or I’ll force you to do it in your next class. Sir.”
I looked at my phone with a smirk, and replied “I’d like to see you try.”
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Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/nm58sr/a_woodland_chase_preadatorprey_cnc
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