Wild_Honey_66
sweet freak
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Dec 30, 2016
Run
Darkness has fallen. The massive lawn is illuminated by the lights from the estate behind us. Many have shown up for the event, but they don't exist. It's just you, me, and the pitch-black forest down the hill.
The host asks if we're ready.
The anticipation buzzes through us like a steady current.
I grab your arm and pull you close. "Infuriate me."
You grin up at me. We've done this before. We're good at it, but I want more. I want the blood pumping, anger fueling me—I want it to be real.
We stare at each other.
The host signals for the prey to run, and some fifteen guys and girls take off. Some are naked already. A few wear slave outfits. The bare feet bore me. The forest floor will slow them down.
You're natural and real in jeans and a top.
Sneakers made for running in.
The host asks why you're not fleeing.
I give you a nod, and you slap me—a weak-as-fuck little slap.
"Wait, I can do better," you say.
Slap.
Slap.
"I'm mildly irritated," I drawl.
There you are. The fire in your eyes, determination tightens your features. You'd piss on anyone who called you weak, and that’s why I like playing with you.
"Fine." Your mouth thins, and you stomp on my foot before you punch me in the gut. Fuck me. As I hunch over slightly, palming my lower abdomen, you give me the motherfucker of bitch slaps—hard enough for my head to whip sideways.
"Again."
Anger rises. It floods me.
You hit the exact same spot, and my jaw aches painfully.
"Again, bitch!"
Slap.
Slap.
Slap!
I hiss and lick my bottom lip, tasting metal.
I come alive with fury.
You see it in my glare.
"Run," I growl.
The thick forest leaves scratches behind. Cries can be heard in the distance. Sticks and stones send runners flying forward as they trip. Adrenaline surges through me. My eyes adjust in the darkness. The moonlight filters through the trees.
Coming to a stop, I catch my breath.
I listen.
"No, Daddy, nooo!"
The breaking of a twig catches my attention, and I see another predator.
He has a suggestion.
I grin.
Where are you, slut?
You play wicked mind games, and I gotta tap into your way of thinking. Do you run as far as possible? Do you find a hiding spot nearby? You're not afraid to get your hands dirty. Are you climbing a goddamn tree to stay invisible?
A wail of pain breaks through the eerie silence.
"Please, please, please—stop! No, Master!"
My pulse skyrockets, and I venture deeper into the forest.
You want to draw it out. You'd run before you'd hide, but you know I'm faster.
I've searched for a while when I catch the first glimpse of you. The darkness is no longer an obstacle. I see you clearly.
"Shit," you gasp, taking off in a sprint again.
I grin sinisterly and follow. Ducking a branch, I zero in on your sneakers. They're white and easier to track.
There's a small clearing up ahead, and I manage to get one step ahead of you and anticipate your next move. Instead of running across the empty patch of land, you veer left toward the middle of the forest. I turn before you do, effectively closing the distance by six or seven feet.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," you pant.
Pure, dark desire clouds my judgment. The pain of whipping branches and rocky grounds don't register anymore.
I grunt, picking up speed. "You ready to give me a struggle?"
My chest heaves rapidly with quick breaths.
"Fuck you, bastard!"
I round a tree and manage to get within reach. But my first attempt at grabbing you makes me grasp at air.
You laugh at me, you masochistic little whore.
"Have you lost your touch?" You laugh, you giggle, you're fucking delighted. "Maybe you're getting old. I didn’t know I was being chased by a goddamn pussy!"
I jump over a fallen tree and slam into you. You let out a startled scream and stiffen before you begin to fight. Your fists pound at my chest. You curse me. You call me every name in the book. You try to kick me.
Wrapping my arms around your arms and torso, I lock your arms to your sides, and then I wrestle you to the ground. Every cut and every scrape only makes it hotter.
A cut across your cheek makes my mouth dry with thirst.
"Let me go!"
I ignore you and tear off your top. Next, I roll you over so you're on your stomach. You whimper in pain, the forest ground digging into your flesh. Meanwhile, I grit my teeth to hold you in place with my body weight and turn your top into restraints for your wrists.
"Pathetic," you spit out. "Don't think you're strong enough to fuck me without help? Think I'm too strong for you—"
I end your goading by pressing your face to the ground.
"What was that?" I ask, breathing heavily. "I couldn’t quite hear you. Since I'm so fucking old and all."
Once your hands are tied, I grunt and haul you off the ground.
You're fucking cute, spitting out dirt and leaves. That glare you've got going on—I wanna fuck it off your face.
"You're fucked," I whisper, stroking your cheek softly. "Utterly and completely fucked."
You turn your head and try to bite me.
Irritated, I backhand you across your face, and the tiny cut that was there before becomes a slightly more open wound. A thin rivulet of blood slowly trickles down your cheek, and I groan lustfully.
My jeans grow tight, and I can't help but lean in and lick the drop of blood off you.
"You sick fuck," you moan.
I chuckle darkly and jam my hand down your jeans to cup your pussy. I ram two fingers inside you, and would you look at all that slutty wetness. We can be sick fucks together.
Slamming you up against a tree, I hold you in place while I pull my t-shirt over my head. I'm getting sick of your words, so I stretch it out over your mouth, forcing you to bite down on the fabric, and tie it around your head.
Then I start dragging you toward the clearing we ran past earlier.
We have a date, darling.
I push you into the clearing, causing you to stumble backwards and end up on your back.
We're not alone here, you notice.
A man is fucking the fight out his male sub.
They'll join us soon.
The rustling of the trees fades into a muted background noise. Screams pierce through the silence every now and then.
You try to speak, but the sound is muffled by the makeshift gag.
I smile and walk closer as I remove my belt.
Apprehension finally seeps into your expression. You shuffle along the ground, trying to get away, but you know it's useless now. You know you're mine to hurt.
I remove the gag to hear all those delicious sounds I'll get from you soon.
Whack.
Your screams make me hard.
Whack.
The belt comes down on your back over and over.
Whack.
If you squirm and attempt to roll over, I hit you harder.
Whack.
The topspace seduces me. I find a hypnotizing rhythm. You, me, pitch-black forest, pain. Sweat trickles down my chest. My heart's racing. You take my pain with breathless sobs. They shake your body. Every reaction you give me is real, so pure.
Throwing my belt aside, I give the two men a nod in okay.
We're ready.
You weep on the ground.
I turn you over and pull down your jeans and panties.
"No…" You hiccup on a sob and shake your head drunkenly. "Please…no…"
"There's more fight in you," I whisper.
You deny it.
I prove you wrong because there's no one stronger than you.
The second you notice our company, you go rigid.
I kneel in between your legs, and they hold you down for me.
The scream you let out turns my cock into granite.
You fight for your life as I fuck you into the ground.
A firm hold on your hips, I impale you on me over and over.
The submissive guy asks for permission to stroke himself off.
The Dom nods after I've given my consent.
You thrash beautifully, mindlessly, all instinct.
I groan in pleasure, my hips slamming forward.
Let me take the last piece.
Let me make you unravel.
"I want you to come," I tell you, panting.
"NO! No, no—fuck, NO!" you scream hoarsely. "Please! No!"
Pulling out, I dip down and close my mouth over your clit. I suck the traces of arousal from you and finger-fuck you until you're begging for mercy. Your hips buck, your slender form twists. You growl.
"Oh, fuck. I need—I need—" The sub guy pleads, wanting to come.
I order him to soak your tits and lick it up.
My tongue slithers between the swollen lips of your cunt.
He comes with a needy moan.
The way you tense up and shudders tells me you're close.
No matter how much you don't want me to take the last bit of you.
But you know I'll always go for everything.
As the sub laps and sucks on your tits, I push my cock inside you again and rub your clit in hard little circles. Your begging goes unheard.
I'm a fucking goner, and so are you.
My muscles strain in protest as I speed up, chasing that fucking bliss. Your final scream gets me there, and it's glorious. It's so…fucking…glorious. Rocking into you, I growl a curse and empty myself in your tight cunt.
I'd say the best part is over, but what comes next is equally beautiful.
When you're raw and completely stripped bare.
When you get needy and cry because it's overwhelming.
We're left alone in the clearing, and I zip up before sitting down and gathering you in my arms. We're wet and hot, I stroke your abused skin. You sniffle in the crook of my neck, utterly spent and unable to move.
"Did I put up a good fight?" you croak.
I nod, dropping kisses to your tear-streaked cheeks. "Always." My hands roam your back and thighs, dusting off dirt and pebbles. "Perfect little warrior." I grin and kiss your forehead.
You cry and laugh at the same time, and I'm already looking forward to the next time I tell you to run.
