Alone in the Woods – The Psycho

This story contains elements of Consensual-non-Consent.

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Nowadays, Friday nights had a typical formula: wine, takeaway and a true crime documentary. It may have taken a while for Molly to come to terms with her lifestyle, but there was no denying her life had been taken over by the same mundane routine she’d vowed to never succumb to. Of course, that was a vow she’d made long before the whirlwind relationship and cyclone breakup that nearly destroyed her.

She’d been engaged for six months to a man who’d spent just as long nailing the hairdresser around the corner, leaving Molly heartbroken and unable to even admire her sister’s wedding photos without the sight of her hair making her blood boil.

This new routine was the ugly lovechild of a desperate desire for comfort and her unwillingness to completely give up. It wasn’t until Molly caught a glimpse in the mirror that she realised it was time for a U-turn, and not because she’d put on a few pounds (she actually felt sexier for them). No, it was her faded roots and the dullness in her eyes that signalled the alarm bells in her head; Molly looked like the shell of the woman she’d been before.

She needed passion. She needed adventure. She needed to get over the man who broke her.

And that’s exactly what she was going to search for this Friday. Instead of wallowing on her sofa, Molly was going to take a risk that could literally be life or death.

With a her woolly hat and boots on, Molly stood at the fringe of the woods. The silver moon was high in the sky, but even with its light the trees were still tall, black shades that loomed eerily before her. No one knew where she was; if she’d told them she would have been carted off to an asylum. Every girl knows you don’t go walking alone at night anywhere, never mind the woods.

Especially not this night, in these woods.

See, there was a man in the woods.

This was speculation, of course. The news had reported on Wednesday that a felon had escaped and was on the run, and the last he’d been seen he’d fled from the police into these woods. They’d done countless sweeps as they searched for him but he’d seemingly disappeared amongst the foliage. Cars still patrolled the perimeter, but the authorities had moved their focal search away and left the area unguarded.

The slim chance of him being here was the only reason Molly had dared venture out, but still her heart had skipped at the risk that could be waiting amongst the trees. True crime shows were the fuel to her obsession with dangerous men, and knowing there was one in the vicinity was too tantalising of an opportunity. This obsession was her little dark secret that she kept locked away from the world: everyone has one.

Despite the recklessness of her adventure, Molly had done her homework. She’d followed the articles on the felon and read the reports. She knew what he’d done.

She knew what would happen if he found her.

And every time she thought about it she felt the warmth between her legs spread.

If anything, she felt exhilarated knowing she’d shared the same air as him.

As she trod through the fallen leaves and creeping trees Molly thought to remind herself of her rules. She’d created them to calm her nerves on the drive, and if he were to find her they’d be essential…

A branch cracked behind her.

She stopped and pressed her body against a tree, the beating of her heart thumping through the bark. She’d expected darkness when she’d ventured out so late at night, but amongst the trees the blackness was so deep she thought her eyes might never adjust. And the woods were so still, save for the gentle autumn breeze that stole dying leaves from the branches of trees. She hadn’t heard a peep until now.

Molly’s breathing was fast as she peeled herself away from the tree. She was maybe half a mile into the woods so the noise was probably just a fox or badger. *He isn’t in here*, she reminded herself as she walked a little faster through the trees. He couldn’t be otherwise the police would have found him.

Someone coughed nearby which caused Molly to freeze. Badgers don’t cough, and even if they did it wouldn’t sound like that. The noise was unmistakably human.

Molly stepped back slowly, wondering if this had been a mistake. If this was a wandering police officer she’d look like such a fool. And if it was him…

“Hello, darling,” a coarse voice said from within the dark. “What’s a girl doing walking in these woods so late at night. Haven’t you heard of the boogeyman?”

Molly stood still. How could he see her when she couldn’t even see her hand?

“That perfume smells lovely. I’d have said hello sooner but it had me under its spell.”

Molly religiously doused herself in the same floral scent any time she left her house. It hadn’t dawned on her that it could be a giveaway.

That was unimportant, though. She was more concerned about how long he had been following her?

Another branch cracked, this time closer. Molly flinched at the sound, her eyes scanning ahead of her for any glimpse of movement.

“You look a little scared,” he said, his voice undeniably mocking. “I think someone has made a mistake, don’t you?”

Molly gulped. Maybe she had? She’d believed deep down that he’d be gone and she could just go home afterwards and…

“Come here, darling,” he suggested, his voice sounding too close to still be invisible.

Molly stepped back. *Remember the rules*.

“I won’t ask nicely again.”

Molly stepped back again and swiftly turned on her heels before sprinting shakily through the darkness, praying with each step that she didn’t collide with a tree or stumble into a ditch. She didn’t even know which way she was going but that didn’t matter, she just needed to run; that was the first rule.

It was working, too. She could hear heavy footsteps behind her, like steel-toed boots crunching through discarded twigs. Molly wasn’t fast, and considering her post breakup lifestyle she didn’t have stamina either, so it was a matter of time before he gained on her. The thought of it made her heart spin and her stomach sink so far she wondered again if this was a mistake. Part of her hoped to see the flicker of headlights beckoning her, like a lighthouse, to the safety of the road.

But she’d already sealed her fate. He stormed between the trees and grabbed her hood, yanking her back with such force that she thought her throat might crumple. Molly yelped as she fell backwards, her bum colliding with the moist ground with a thud that drove the wind from her lungs.

The man growled deeply as he stomped around her, the frustration clear in the guttural sound. Molly panted as she sat awkwardly on the ground. She could see him moving, but barely make out the outline of his figure.

“Don’t try and run,” he warned.

Molly raised her shoulders at the threat, trying her hardest to shrink into herself. The men in the TV shows always sounded so charming, but this man oozed malice.

“Pull another stunt like that and see where it gets you,” he sneered.

“What do you want?” Molly whispered, her voice wavering.

He scoffed. “Oh darling, haven’t you seen the news?”

She had, but Molly feigned ignorance. The man seemed to find this funny as he wandered behind her. Then, after a moment of stillness, Molly felt a tugging on her coat. He’d grabbed her hood and was dragging her with such strength that she began to slide across the ground.

“No!” she yelped. Molly began to kick her heels into the ground whilst she slapped at his hand.

He wasn’t phased by this show of resistance. He continued to traipse through the woods, heading to some unknown spot where he’d likely made his den. Through the panicked thoughts racing through her head, Molly remembered her rules.

“No!” she screamed.

He continued to walk.

“Let me go!” she screamed again. Then she screamed some more. The police were gone now and there was no one else brave enough to enter the woods, so Molly knew she was helpless. Her only hope was a passing patrol car or a wandering farmer.

“Get. Off.”

The man let her fall heavily to the ground. Then she felt hands grasp her shoulders and pull her up, followed by the warmth of breath on her face.

“Quiet.”

Molly, apparently taken by a sudden spur of bravery, spat where she thought his face might be.

There was a pause so quiet it seemed the world had frozen, and then her cheek was stinging. She didn’t even have time to register the pain properly before a hand clasped around her throat and pushed her into the ground.

“You fucking dare,” he spat back at her. He wrenched the hat from her head and began to shove it into her mouth with such force that she gagged.

Then, without further comment he grabbed a fistful of her hair and returned to dragging her.

Molly’s scalp burned and she wanted so badly to scream, but all she could muster was a muffled mumble. She had to suffer the pain in silence as he yanked her violently around trees, taking her inch by inch away from civilisation.

When eventually they stopped Molly’s jaw ached and her scalp felt raw. She’d managed to manoeuvre to her feet and scramble after him to lessen the torture, but they stopped so abruptly that she stumbled, her face hitting the soft ground with a *thwump.*

The man began to chuckle under his breath. “Never thought I’d get so lucky so soon.”

Molly tried to push herself up, and to her surprise he helped. She rose to her feet and then he yanked her close, his arms wrapping around her body so tightly that she could feel his breath spread across her face. She tried to pull away but it was pointless.

“You’re in my woods now, darl,” he whispered as a hand snaked between them and tugged on the buttons of her coat. “You can’t run away that easily.”

He let go as he pulled the coat from her shoulders, throwing it somewhere into the night. Molly shivered as the autumn breeze began to soak through her jumper.

He pulled her close again as he fumbled with her other clothes. Molly pulled away, and then pushed at him. Each time his grip grew tighter and his breathing deeper, but she wasn’t going to stop fighting. Rule three was to struggle, after all.

A hand clasped her throat. “You want to fight me?” he growled. “I’ll rip those fucking clothes from you and you can run home naked.”

With that a loud tear echoed through the trees and suddenly Molly felt the cold biting at her stomach.

“You filthy slut,” he mocked as he let the woolly fabric hit the ground. “Walking alone without a bra.” Fingers pinched her left nipple tightly causing Molly to gasp into the wool hat.

Then there was a second tear and Molly flinched with embarrassment as she felt the cold air melt against the heat of her crotch. He crouched as he ripped her leggings from top to bottom, and then yanked the fabric from where it was tucked into her boots.

“No panties either,” he purred. “What will I do with you.”

Molly whimpered into the hat as she stood naked except for her boots.

“Sorry? I couldn’t hear that.”

She whimpered a little louder as she shivered against the cold.

A hand reached out and yanked the hat from her mouth. “What?”

Nerves and excitement had knotted in Molly’s stomach but she knew the game wasn’t up. She also still wasn’t sure if this was stupid. “Fuck you!” she yelled, surprising herself, and then she began to run.

She didn’t get far of course. He jogged up to her and swept her legs from under her, allowing her to crash into the ground.

“Don’t fight this,” he said softly. Beside her head she heard a *whoosh* like fabric falling to the ground. “Be a good girl and this doesn’t need to get messy.” She heard his feet shuffling and then there was the *whooshing* sound again.

Molly lay quietly with her face against the ground as she waited for his next move.

“I’ve been so lonely, you know,” he said quietly as he ran his fingers through her hair. “I just want to fuck you, darling.”

“Please…” she whimpered, her voice so delicate it might have been stolen by the breeze.

“Come on, darling,” he whispered as he wrapped his arms around her hips, his other hand clasping her breasts as he pulled her up onto her knees.

When they connected, Molly could feel the rough hair on his chest against her back. The warmth of his body was a welcomed distraction from the cold night. He began to twist her nipples as he pressed his body against hers.

“Be a good girl for me,” he whispered into her ear and for a moment she felt safe wrapped in his arms.

Then he slammed her face into the ground. The next thing Molly knew she had the full weight of his body on her. One hand had balled her hair into a fistful whilst the other planted a slap on her ass that split through the dark. She yelped.

“Good girls don’t walk through dark forests alone,” he scolded before slapping the other cheek.

Molly squirmed as his palm left a hot, stinging mark on her skin.

“Good girls don’t squirm,” he snapped, slapping her again.

“Fuck you,” she squealed.

He slapped her again. And again. And again.

Molly had to bite her lip to stop herself from sobbing through the pain.

“You want to try that again?” he growled.

“Fuck you,” she managed to keep her voice still, a sly grin spreading across her face as the words left her lips.

The fist in her hair yanked roughly, pulling Molly back to her knees. His other hand snaked around her throat and began to squeeze.

Molly grinned at first, but then his fingertips began to dig in to her neck. She wrestled against him but it only made him squeeze tighter.

“I don’t have to stop,” he whispered into her ear and she knew he was telling the truth.

She gritted her teeth and then opened her mouth as she tried to suck in a breath, but nothing could pass the hand constricting her windpipe. Her face began to grow warm and she could hear her pulse as he whispered to her again, though she couldn’t concentrate on the words as she began to feel dizzy.

“You get one more chance,” he said as he let her go and Molly collapsed to the ground gasping for air.

Whilst she lay weak, the man began to position her like she was some kind of doll. He raised her ass and pushed down her head and Molly could tell she was in *the* position but she was too breathless to fight it.

She was too weak to crawl away as he laid his body on top of hers, his boots planted firmly in the ground as he squatted so his hips were against her ass.

She couldn’t even speak as she felt something stiff glide between her ass cheeks.

“That’s it,” he mumbled as he pressed the tip of his cock against her. She could feel him searching for her hole, his cock sliding clumsily against her soaked pussy.

They both gasped when he found it.

Molly forgot the pain in her neck and the nip of the cold as this stranger’s cock slid inside of her. She tried to hide her gasps as he let his body crush her, his breathing loud in her ear as he thrust himself deeper.

“Mmm,” was all he could manage as his cock explored every inch of her pussy. Thick or not, it had been so long that every thrust seemed to stretch her.

There was something about being lost in the dark that accelerated the wild thoughts in Molly’s head. She had no idea what this man’s next move might be, all she could focus on was his raw cock forcing its way into her body whilst she lay helpless on the ground. His *raw* cock.

Fuck.

“S-stop,” she stammered, the hitch in her voice a giveaway of how good she felt right now.

He didn’t stop of course. Instead he slid four fingers into her mouth and pulled down on her jaw.

Molly tried to tell him but the words came out as a slur. She tried to warn him that she wasn’t on any birth control, but he didn’t want to hear. Her attempts to speak seemed to just infuriate him because the casual thrusts grew harder and soon his hips were smacking against her ass. Her pussy stretched to accommodate the girth and curve of his warm cock, and as he fucked her she felt the bite of the outdoor air subside as her cheeks flushed.

“Fuck,” he would moan periodically as he thrust faster and faster. Before long he was ramming his cock into her, burying the tip with such force she thought he might leave bruises on her ass. All the while his fingers clawed at her breasts and her stomach as though he was trying to sink them into her flesh.

Molly could barely contain herself as she jolted against the muddy ground. A strange sense of guilt seemed to build as the pleasure between her legs intensified, but Molly pushed it to the back of her mind as leaves stuck to her gaping mouth and her fingers dug into the dirt.

“Shit,” he whispered and she felt him grow still with his cock half inside of her.

Molly, who had buried her face into her arms as she tried not to scream in delight at the way he was pounding her, looked up. In the distance there was a white glow amongst the trees that seemed to ripple through the night.

It was a torch.

“Police patrol,” he whispered to her.

She’d seen their cars but not expected them to enter the woods. Maybe they’d seen her vehicle parked nearby and had suspicions. Or maybe they’d heard her screams.

“This is your chance to get away,” he whispered again. “They’re right there. Scream and they’ll find us.”

He was right. She could make any noise and they’d be on him before he could do anything to her. He was at her mercy now.

“Go on. Scream for help.” His voice was taunting, like a drunk trying to start a fight.

Molly bit her tongue as she watched the torches flicker closer. For all they knew they might be found without making a noise.

“Do it!” he growled.

The man’s arms tightened around her when he realised she wasn’t going to reveal their location. “Good girl,” he sighed into her neck as he began to thrust again, this time moving at a pace so slow it took half a minute to even have his cock balls deep. But the stealthiness of his movements meant the sloppy sound of her dripping pussy wouldn’t alert their guests. It meant he could continue to abuse her right under the noses of the people who were hunting him.

Molly watched the torches in anticipation as he continued to fuck her. With each thrust she let her sighs grow a little louder, daring someone to catch her being willingly defiled. She, the innocent, routine loving girl, wanted to be seen with her tits pressed into the mud and her ass wiggling around the bare cock of the very man they’d hunted for days.

She wanted to be seen as the slut she felt she was right in that moment.

The officers came close enough that she could see their outlines: one was tall and heavy set, the other was small and slim. They wandered along through the trees, the beam of their torches never quite reaching Molly who lay gasping in the dirt. She grinned as she watched them circle the area, completely unaware that her body was writhing uncontrollably mere feet away, her pussy moments away from being a vessel for their escapees DNA.

Her pussy began to clench around his cock as he slid himself slowly in and out. Molly buried her face into the ground as she felt her hips buck, and then she felt a wetness spray against her legs. The man grunted as the pitter patter of her squirting pussy showered the ground beneath them.

The stakes were too high for the man to contain himself any longer. He began to grunt into her ear as they watched the patrol go by, and Molly soon felt the familiar twinge of hips writhing from explosive pleasure.

“That’s it darling,” he whispered as he quivered against her. “Good girl.”

Moments later she felt his cock slip deep inside of her before it began to pulse, each pump releasing a stream of cum. She rocked her hips to milk his cock, gasping into the ground as she felt him shudder above her.

They lay there, speechless, as his body quivered. Molly wished she could see the view from behind right now, his cock barely visible beneath his balls, the base of his shaft surrounded by the oozing pinkness of her pussy. But instead she had to settle for the sight of the officers disappearing from view as he became limp inside of her.

Cum dribbled down her thighs and Molly wondered what would happen next.

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I hope you enjoyed. This was the story most voted for out of the ideas put forward, and after writing it I have an idea for a potential second part to follow.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/hwcu9q/alone_in_the_woods_the_psycho