I wrote this for my sub for a possible future scene for her and I to do together.
A warm summers day
You’re sitting on a blanket in the middle of a meadow on a warm and sunny day. A cool breeze twists through the long grass as it kisses you on the cheek. You are wearing your favourite orange sun dress that just covers your cute butt.
It was a long day so you’ve decided to treat yourself. On a plate is the perfect piece of lemon meringue pie. You plunge your fork in and pop a bit into your mouth. The tart but sweet taste makes your mouth water. You’re happy, you’re content, you feel safe in the warm summer air.
Suddenly the sun is blocked, a dark shadow is cast across you. You look up to see a hooded figure, face hidden in the dark hood. In his hand he holds some old brown rope.
Panic sets in, you’re scared and alone. Up on your feet you have no choice but to run into the surrounding forest. The hooded figure begins his hunt, you are his prey and he will have what he desires.
You’re heart is racing, breath is panicked, with every step thin branches slice through your delicate skin. The warm blood runs down your soft arms.
The hooded figure is gaining on you, you’re tired, you’re scared but you can outrun him.
You trip on the root of an old dead tree, your knee is scrapped and bleeding. The shadow is cast across you again. You have lost, he has caught his prey.
He grabs your throat and slams you into the tree with such force the tree shifts. Don’t move or I’ll slit your throat says a deep voice.
You comply, you have no choice, this deep in the forest no one will hear your screams. The hooded figure turns you around and forces the front of you into the tree, he wraps the rough itchy rope around your wrists and then wraps it around the tree.
Spread your ankles the deep voice commands. You spread your ankles. The rough itchy rope digs into your skin. You’re whimpering, tears full of mascara run down your face. The blood on your scratched arms has begun to dry.
The hooded figure leans in close, his breathing heavy but calm. He runs his gloved hand down your back and then up that short little dress. He presses his fingers between your pussy lips and panties, makes a fist and tears them from your trembling body.
He could stuff the panties in your mouth but that wouldn’t suffice. He is a predator and needs to hear his victims screams.
The hooded figure pulls out his throbbing cock, he teases it up and down your exposed ass. You want to fight but you can’t, you’re bound to the old dead tree ankles spread.
He forces himself inside your pussy, you let out a whimper. The hooded figure growls. He begins pounding you harder and harder. The old sharp bark digs into your tender breasts. Harder and harder he pounds you, the bark digging deeper and deeper, the old dead tree shifting from the force. You scream and cry but it’s no use. You’re his prey and he has you. Your pussy throbs in pain, you’ve tried to squeeze him out but he is too strong.
Your body goes limp, you’re exhausted, you can no longer fight or scream. The hooded figure explodes inside of your innocent pussy. When he pulls out, the cum runs down your tired legs, it’s stings as it runs across your scraped knee.
The hooded figure has gotten what he wants. He cuts the old scratchy rope letting you drop to the ground. The roots and rocks dig into your back. Your eyes grow heavy, you watch the hooded figure disappear into the forest as you fade away.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/vsp7mv/bdsm_cnc_mf_rape_fantasy
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