Hunted (her side of the story)

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My heart hammered within my chest walls as i frantically looked for a spot to hide. The adrenaline pumping through my veins was intoxicating, making my body feel electric. In my peripheral vision, I spotted a little nook in an old tree. It looked big enough for me to slide into. Carefully I nestled in amongst the mouldy, rotting wood and scooped old leaves and debris to conceal me as best I could. I could hear movement in the distance, footsteps, I was sure of it. I tried to calm my breathing, swallowing the gasps so as not to give away my safe haven. Laying in wait, I noticed I could no longer hear the footsteps. The woods became eerily silent, not even a woodland creature stirred.

Instinctively, I covered my mouth, trying to remain completely silent so as not to be captured. A snapping twig behind me told me all I needed to know, I'd been expertly tracked. I yelped, and darted from my hollow, making a dash into the night. Heaving footsteps behind me began to gain momentum, narrowing my head start. I could almost feel his hot breath on my neck as I fled. The overwhelming urge to look round, to see if my capture was imminent was palpable, but I kept my eyes straight ahead. I'd watched enough horror films to know that would not end well.

In an instant a hand grabbed my shoulder, causing me to lose my footing and I fell to the forest floor with a thud. As I tried to composes myself, I looked up to see him looming over me, tall and intimidating. Flipping onto my stomach I tried to clamber up, but a foot on my back payed rest to my plans. He turned me back over, my face peppered with soil from being pressed into the ground. I lashed out, hitting him, trying desperately to wriggle from his grip, but he easily pinned me down. Kicking my legs, I heard him yelp from impact, before growling and pinning my hands above my head, mounting me to secure my legs beneath his. His teeth found my neck, biting down on me, panting his hot, needy breaths in my ear.

I bit his shoulder, hard, hoping to hurt him enough for a moment to pull free. Gasping he sat up, spinning me over onto my stomach once more. Soon, his knee was in the small of my back as my wrists were taken and pulled behind me. I felt the scratch of rope wrapping them, figures of eight securing me tightly.

"You're mine now, slut" he growled in my ear.

His hands weaving my crimson hair, he pulled me onto my knees, holding me fast, his other hand hastily unfastened his fly. My heart was beating faster, and my panties were getting wetter and wetter in anticipation of what was to come. He released his thick, hard cock, and without hesitation filled my mouth entirely. I whimpered as he invaded deeper with each firm thrust. I tried to pull back, but he ensured my head was securely held, as he paused at the back of my throat. He withdrew, giving me time to take some deep desperate breaths, before thrusting back in. I gagged, as he hits my uvula, but he kept thrusting, slowly and with purpose. His hand found my throat as he went, his cock bulging from within. I gagged again, spit spilling from my mouth, lubricating his erection and dripping down his sack.

Finally, he withdrew, holding me upright to allow me to catch my breath. Once again he took my hair in his fist and pulled my head to the forest floor. His hand smoothed over the curve of my bottom, admiring the round peachy form.

"You bit me," he leaned down towards my ear, "you need to be punished for that."

I heard the unmistakable sound of his leather belt sliding from his belt loops, shuddering as I anticipated what was to come. This was to teach me a lesson, not reward me and I knew it was going to bite as hard as I had bit him. Without warning, the first crack echoed into the distance, I yelped out in surprise, before breathing through the sting. A second, then third strike had my cheeks searing with a fiery burn. I bit down on my lip, enduring, yet relishing the *** the hard leather delivered. Another, then another whip had my eyes watering as I began to reach my *** threshold. His hand firmly smoothed my crimson cheeks, rubbing some discomfort away, before landing another two hard smacks close to one another. My floodgates opened as I sobbed into the crusty leaves as another two strikes landed. As I braced myself for another, I felt his lips instead, as he gently kissed the purple welts left by his thick belt.

My sobs turned to moans as his fingers pressed into my hips, as he kissed and licked and soon his mouth found my asshole. His tongue began to caress me, finding every nerve ending, making my clit ache. My pussy dripped onto my calves as I savoured the sensation his mouth on my backdoor elicited. I felt a pressure circling before his thumb pushed inside. I let out a low moan, as he pushed his thumb in and out, whilst his fingers rubbed through my wet folds. I could feel an orgasm beginning to build as his rhythm picked up, and my body began to tingle and shake.

"Don't you dare cum," he warned, as he continued the stimulation.

Desperately I held back, not wanting to earn any further punishment. Finally, he withdrew his thumb and fingers and pressed the tip of his girthy phallus against my opening. I desperately wanted him to enter, trying to push back and impale myself upon him. He dug his nails into my hips, pushing me forward, leaving white dimples as he pawed at me. I whimpered as he swirled my wetness around my lips, but went no further. Just as I lost hope of satisfaction, he thrust into me with great vigour. A deep moan escaped my lips, as he drove his cock in again, and again. The sound of him growling and moaning was unbearably erotic, and my orgasm began to quickly build once more. I could feel my toes numbing as I got close to the edge and I could tell by his frantic thrusts, he was close to his own climax.

Without warning, he withdrew his manhood from my warmth and pulled me onto my knees again. He pulled my hair back to meet my eyes with his

"You cum hungry little slut, open your mouth,"

And with that, his cock was buried between my lips again. My nose touched his pubis as he pushed my head down onto him firmly. Muffled moans hummed onto his cock as he throbbed in my throat. I could taste myself from him, mixed with the saltiness of his precum. It was a delicious mix, swirling around his hardness as he pumped my mouth full of his cock. I managed to align my clit with the heel of my foot, and I began grinding as he fucked my throat relentlessly.

Soon I was riding the edge of my climax again, wiggling and grinding as I sucked. Feeling his movements becoming less fluid, I braced myself for his imminent release. He thrusted deeper and firmer into my throat, and shot after shot of thick warm cum slid down my oesophagus. I suppressed my gag reflex, knowing I would likely *** if I allowed it to take over. After a final thrust, his now slackening cock withdrew from my mouth, some residual cum spilling down my chest.

He sat back on his hunkers, breathing deeply, recouping, and recovering.

"Are you OK Kitten?" he panted, looking at me kneeling before him, covered in spit, cum, and mascara tracks.

I nodded reassuringly, trying to catch my breath. Gently, he reached around my body, to untie the ropes, which had begun to burn slightly with the friction. Quickly my arms fell free, and he took my hands and raised them to inspect them. He kissed my pink wrists, before pulling me gently into his arms.

"You hid well Kitten, well done, I nearly didn't find you,"

"Did I do good?" I asked, staring up at him wide-eyed.

"You were my best girl, I'm so proud of you."

Tingles Shot through my whole body, as I snuggled into his chest, enjoying the tenderness that always followed the terror of the fight.