I ran through the forest, my bare feet sore and bleeding. I had stepped on so many rocks and sticks, I was leaving a small blood trail behind me. I knew that I was making it easy for him to track me, all he had to do was follow the blood droplets. I stopped running and tried to listen for any movement behind me. There were some rustling leaves somewhere near me, but I couldn’t tell if it was an animal moving around, or if it was him. I looked around me for a place to hide, somewhere that I could stay until he found me. A little bit ahead of me, I could see a rock, more like a boulder, that was big enough for me to hide behind. I sprinted to it and squatted down so that he wouldn’t be able to see me. I could still hear the leaves crunching, but I was now sure that it was him. My heart pounded in my chest as the sound got closer and closer, until I could hear his footfalls, not just the leaves underneath him.
“I know where you are,” he called out in a sing-song voice. “You can run, but you can’t hide.” He was close, really close, to finding me. It sounded like he was just on the other side of the boulder, and I knew that he probably was. It was obvious where I had gone, I had left a trail behind me. The arousal inside of me grew with every step he took towards me. I knew what was going to happen once he got me: he was going to ravage me, use me as he pleased, and I couldn’t be more excited for it. I was so caught up in the moment, and it was easy to forget that this was a planned scene. It felt so raw. His steps began very slowly making their way around the rock, he couldn’t be more than a couple of feet away. I turned to look towards his direction, and I could see his shadow creeping up on me. Just before he got within reach of me, I jumped up and began to sprint. I heard his laugh, and he started to run after me.
“Run, baby.” I could hear the smile in his words, and I couldn’t help but grin too as I ran from him. He wasn’t far behind me, and he was quickly gaining on me. Knowing that soon, he would be grabbing my hair or pushing me to the forest floor, I started to slow my pace. Within seconds, he was right behind me, and within a couple more, I was being pulled backwards by my hair. He wrapped one of his arms around my neck, putting me in a loose headlock. I fought back, twisting wildly and trying to kick at him, to no avail. He tossed me onto the ground, and I began to scoot backwards away from him. I looked up at his face, and was met with pure carnal lust. He had a cocky smirk on his face as he looked down at me, and my excitement grew even stronger.
I wasn’t quite ready for the chase to be over, though, so I pushed myself up to get on my feet. Before I could stand up and turn to run, he had grabbed one of my ankles and had pulled me back to the ground, hard enough that I knew I would be covered in bruises later. He kept his grip on me as he knelt in between my legs and pulled a knife out of his pocket. He flipped the knife open, and in one motion, he had cut open the crotch of my pants. I wasn’t wearing any underwear, and I was sure that he could see how wet I was. He adjusted himself so that he was kneeling on my thighs, ensuring that I didn’t go anywhere. I was still struggling, trying to pull away, but we both knew that it was no use. He ripped the opening so that he could have access to anything that he wanted. I watched as he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, wasting no time. Before I knew it, he was shoving his cock into me.
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned as he began to fuck me, slowly but forcefully. “You feel so fucking good.”
“Worth all the work?” My question was playfully snarky, and I knew the reaction that it would get from him. He leaned down and his hand wrapped around my neck. I could feel my face start to get red almost instantly from the lack of oxygen, and I smiled up at him, pushing him to squeeze even harder.
“Every bit of it.” He released my neck and oxygen filled my lungs as I took a deep inhale. My relief was cut short, though, by the sting of a hand slapping my cheek. “But,” he said, his voice dark. “Get rid of that fucking snarky attitude so I can actually enjoy it. Just shut the fuck up and lay there.”
“Or what?” I knew that I was playing with fire, that I was basically asking for him to hit me again, and that was exactly what I wanted. He responded with another slap across my face, this one harder. I felt my skin begin to form welts on my cheek, but that didn’t stop me from taunting him even more, pushing him to go further. “That was pathetic,” I giggled.
His mouth turned into a smirk, and I wondered what he was thinking. Whatever it was, I wanted it. I wanted the worst that he could give me, the darkest, most fucked up fantasies either of us could come up with. He brought the knife up to my neck, and he sliced my shirt open, from the neckline to the bottom hem, before pressing it against my neck.
“I’m not the one getting used as a fuckdoll in the middle of the woods,” he said as he pushed the blade harder against my skin. “That is fucking pathetic.” In one swift motion, he moved the knife away from my neck, and cut me, starting on my chest and ending at my ribs. I felt my skin open up, and the air burned the exposed flesh. Then he did it again, this time across one of my tits. Then across the other one. I felt blood trickle out of the cuts, and my muscles began to pulse around his cock. He threw the knife down beside of us as he started to fuck me faster. He wrapped his hand around my throat again, and used his other hand to smear the blood all over me. By the time that he was done, I knew that my entire torso was probably painted red. With one hand still around my throat, he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked the blood that was running down them. He went back to fucking me slowly as he leaned forward and shoved his fingers into my mouth.
“Clean them,” he demanded. I didn’t have a choice but to obey, he was holding my neck and had his hand so far in my mouth that they were almost touching the back of my throat. My vision started to get a little fuzzy from how hard he was squeezing me, and I knew that soon, I would need to breathe. I started to lick the blood off of his fingers, and I didn’t stop licking and sucking them until they were clean. He pulled them out of my mouth and finally, he released his grip on my throat. I gasped for air, and I instantly felt the redness on my face start to dissipate, along with the tears that had begun to well up.
“So you can listen,” he said mockingly. “I didn’t think you were smart enough to do that.” He gripped the back of my thighs, pushing my legs into the air, and started to pick up his pace until he was fucking me hard and fast. “I thought you were just some stupid fucking bimbo.” Normally, the words would have made me burst into tears on the spot, but right now, all they did was fuel my desire to antagonize him more.
“I didn’t have a fucking choice,” I shot back.
“Ah, so I was right,” he said arrogantly. “You’re nothing but a dirty, stupid, worthless whore, aren’t you?” The grin on his face was smug, he was satisfied with the way that he had backed me into a corner. Anger rushed through me, anger that I had all but handed him the slew of insults.
“Go fuck yourself,” I shouted, careful to make sure I wasn’t too loud, just in case someone could hear.
“I would, but fucking you is so much more fun, even if are just a hole for me.” He sped up even more, and I felt his cock twitch inside of me. I tightened myself around him, and he let out a groan. “God, fucking you is so much better.” His voice sounded strained, like he was struggling to hold back. He reached one hand down and ran his fingers through the blood that was still leaking out of the cuts across my chest, and smeared it around my nipples. He gripped one of them, hard enough to make me yelp in pain, then twisted it. My back arched, pushing against his hand in an attempt to relieve the pain. After a few seconds, he let go, but immediately assaulted the other in the same way.
I knew that he was close to finishing, he was pounding into me harder and harder by the second. I brought my hand between my legs, and began rubbing my clit, bringing myself closer to my own climax.
“See,” he nodded down to my hand. “You love this. You love being fucking used and abused, nasty fucking slut.” He was right, I did love being used like this. “I bet you love being a cumdump too, don’t you?” I didn’t answer, just rubbed myself even more furiously, and tension began to build inside of me. “Not gonna answer,” he taunted. “It’s not like it would’ve made a difference anyway. I’m gonna come to you whether you like it or not. You’re nothing more than a hole for me to stick my dick in.” His words pushed me over the edge, and all of a sudden, the tension that had been growing snapped. As pleasure washed over me, he gripped the inside of my thighs as hard as he could and thrust himself into me one final time, and he emptied himself inside of me. My muscles clenched around his cock, milking every last drop of his seed as we each rode out our waves of ecstasy.
Once the shockwaves had passed, he let go of my thighs and slowly pulled himself out of me. He stood up and offered his hand to me. I used him to help me climb off of the ground, and began to take my clothes off. He pulled his jeans up and reached into his back pocket, pulling out a pair of my panties, and handed them to me before buttoning and zipping his pants. I put the panties on, and I suddenly became very aware of the fact that we had not brought a shirt that I could wear on the walk back to our house. He seemed to have the same realization, and quickly took his own shirt off and held it out to me.
“Are you sure,” I asked as I tried to cover my chest with my arms.
“I’m positive,” he answered. “We can’t have the neighbors seeing you walk back home naked and covered in blood,” His tone was joking, but he made a good point. I hurried and put his shirt on, and thankfully, it was long enough to cover my panties. I glanced down at myself, and there were already bruises starting to form on my legs from where he had pulled me to the ground. I started to come up with excuses about where all my injuries had come from.
“Come on baby, let’s go before it gets dark,” he said, pulling me out of my thoughts. I nodded, and we began to walk through the woods. The sun was just starting to set, so we had just enough time to make it back home.
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