The mask

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You sit alone at the end of the trail looking past the sunset dropping past the trees. You in deep thought look down, it’s about 80 feet drop down from the bench you sit on. “Jeremiah didn’t come. He was supposed to meet me here and he didn’t come” you think to yourself. The sun now reaches below the tree line and take one last look at your watch but pause as you feel a static in the air. Goosebumps run up your arm and the hairs on your neck stand up as if in attention.

Something isn’t right you glance back towards the trail seeing no one. Now looking over your right shoulder you see a faint glow that might be a fading patch of sunlight. You send Jeremiah one last text asking where he is, that he is the one who said to meet you here. Looking back over your right shoulder the patch of light is gone and you relax.

You dust off your legs and stand up turning towards the path you look up from your phone with ***ed eyes and see a white glowing mask, a ghost mask perched on a man dressed in black with well fit clothes. You freeze staring at the figure in the distance as it slowly approaches. The goosebumps now erupting across your whole body, instincts screaming at you run…run…run..run.run.run…RUN!!! You sprint to the woods breaking branches careful not to trip trying to see in the dying light

Every step you take darkness gets closer and you dare not look back. Making it several hundred yards. While running you try to turn on your phone light looking down you don’t see the low lying limb that knocks you to the ground. You check your face while sitting on the ground. No *** just an abrasion! You start to stand and hear a hurried walk behind you but still dare not look back. You pick yourself up coming to a full sprint again the wind stinging your cheek. You run until you can’t any longer you find a tree to hide behind and catch your breath quickly reaching for your phone to turn its lights off finding it convenient that the only part of the screen not shattered is the light button.

You take in your surroundings breathing deeply, doing your best to keep it quiet. You see a break in the tree tops using the light of the full moon to see, that must be a clearing. As you gather yourself you hear footsteps searching through the woods behind you. Steeling yourself you gather the courage to ***r behind the tree and you see the mask hovering between the trees like a phantom. Retreating to your side of the tree you wait to see if he walks away.

You wait for what seems like hours but he never goes away, at least not far. You wonder if you should wait any longer or make a break for it. During your indecision you hear the steps draw nearer. You decide you have to run now and choose towards the clearing to gain distance. You do just that bolting the break in the tree hearing the footsteps pick up in pace to match yours and a distinct sound of metal hitting metal. Finally see the moonlight cascade across knee high grass covered in dew appearing as a sea of silver fur. In the distance a yellow light glows through the window of a cabin and you decide that’s your destination. As you enter the field the grass wets your pants, shedding its dew but suddenly you crash hard unable to see the small boulder below.

On the fall you hit your head on the ground hard leaving you dazed. Holding your head you make it to one knee when —click— collar snaps around your neck. The mask dips low to match your eyes and ***rs at you for a moment. It floats back above you and you feel a pull upward from the collar. A leash. Fiddling with his waste he removes a set of handcuffs and binds your wrists.

The figure pulls your struggling self towards the cabin. As the man steps onto the porch, the boards crack and groan under his weight. He pushes the door open with one hand and pulls you inside despite your silent protests. He pulls you to a bed frame throwing you to the ground in front of it and tying your leash to it with some slack.

He uncuffs one hand and attaches the now free link to one upper corner of the bed frame. He removes a second set of cuffs from his belt and binds your free arm to the opposite side of the bed frame. Back to the leash he now tightens it hoisting your head with arms outstretched. Removing a knife from his belt he slowly cuts down each of your sleeves from the collar of your shirt and then down the front towards your waist exposing your dirty sweaty chest.

Again he bends down face level seemingly looking into your eyes cocking his head slightly to the side. He reaches out a hand and you wince slightly pulling your head to the side as far as you can. He strokes your cheek softly with the outside of his hand. Grabbing your chin with two fingers he pulls your mouth open. He nods in the affirmative slowly standing, undoing his belt and pants.

His flaccid cock hangs in front of your eyes settling its tip on your nose and you again pull your head to the side and snap your mouth shut. —crack,crack,crack— he slaps your face three times snapping your head side to side with each connection. He looks you up and down slowly and cups your breast lightly then grabs you by the nipple and squeezes until you begin to whimper. He grabs your chin again directing your head and opening your mouth.

He stands up again placing his limp phallus in your mouth. “Suck” he says pressing himself against your face. You begin to bob your head slightly feeling him grow inside filling your throat. He starts thrusting his hips repeatedly filling your face drool dripping down your face. Tears down your cheek. Until you begin to cough. This catches his attention bringing him back to the moment. The man removes himself and quickly removes the mask.

It’s Jeremiah. “Are you ok, is this too much” he inquires. In an excited tone you respond “NO, I love it… it’s just… more intense than i thought it would be. Now put the mask back on”. He does just that and continues until he has had his fill. He fulls a bar affixed with straps from underneath the bed and removes your cloths from the waste down replacing them with the bar affixing it to your knees splaying your legs apart. He removes the collar and the cuffs from your wrists leaving them hanging from the bed. He pick you up hands under your arms throwing you over the bed frame then dragging you by the waste toward him before retiring the cuffs to your wrists.

Walking to your side he begins to *** your cunt spanking repeatedly until it glows red, sore and battered. Returning to your rear he lets loose a thick glob of spit onto your asshole pulls his hips back and rams his spit covered cock into your ass with relentless pursuit ramming you deep and hard. He begins to slap your ass with enough *** that it immediately bruises leaving a clear handprint laying his claim to you. His thrusts begin to increase in s***d and vigor until he pulls out releasing onto your back all the way to your head.

Jeremiah removes the mask and releases you. He retrieves a fresh set of clothes for the both of you and helps wash you up. Applying lotion to your rear and ointment to your scuffed face. On the walk back to the car he gives your ass a good pop and you jump yelping slightly with a smile on your face. “Was it everything you hoped for” Jeremiah asks, “so much more, thank you” you reply leaning your head in his arm as the two of you walk.