He had gone for a run through the forest close to his house, the one that she had often appeared from. Riding high on pure endorphins from the night before he had not been able to concentrate all morning and all afternoon, he had been bouncing in excitement, knowing both the girl he had dubbed Bitch and her keeper, The Slenderman, would be coming for him and they would be coming soon. The leaves crunched beneath his sneakers as he turned into the brush to work off some of the nervous, excited energy. He spun and ducked beneath the branches of the trees and brush before he ran quickly into one of the clearings that were concealed from the beaten path. Something felt different, and then it came to him like a slap across the face. He could smell her, the scent of her hair was so close to the scent of the forest but he could tell that they were near, that they were coming for him. Behind a tree on the far side of the clearing he saw movement and braced himself, tensing in anticipation.

Long black-clad legs stretched out from behind the tree and soon his heart began to race, blood pounding in his ears. Usually she showed up first, to quell his fears of The Slenderman but not tonight. The entity took a few steps forward before Evan fell to his knees coughing, but not too violently. It made no footfalls as it approached him and soon he could see the legs in his field of view. They had no end, no feet, and he began to wheeze in pure fear, then suddenly there were foot falls behind him and her voice ran out into the silence of the woods.

"Oh please don't hurt him. He didn't mean to. We made him wait." Evans coughing began to slow and he looked up into the faceless mask of The Slenderman. It raised one arm and the girl stepped closer to it, placing her bruised wrist in its hand. A black mass extended from the entity and the tip of it hooked under his chin to force him to look at the damage his grip had caused. Her wrist was black and blue, the marks of his fingers clearly outlined on her wrist. He offered a sheepish smile and bowed his head.

"I am sorry. I could not control…" He attempted to finish his sentence but the impact that came across his face was almost violent. It felt like he had been slapped across the face with a soaking wet blanket. Then his airflow was cut off and he felt himself being lifted to his feet by his throat. His fingers clawed at the mass the entity had wrapped around his throat, but there was no impact; while he could feel the tension across his throat he could not physically grab anything. Then the air rushed back into his lungs and feel loudly to his knees in the clearing. Gasping for air he heard a rustle and the girl sighed.

"You should really learn to control yourself Evan. Or He might not be as nice." She was pacing a circle around him, but it was not the girl he was focused on. The Slenderman made his heart race, the fact he could not completely focus on where It was around him, frightened him.

"Pay attention!" She screamed at him as her small fist made a physical impact on his shoulder. She had punched him, hard and his head snapped up to glare at her.

"Awwwwe you mad? Poor little Evan," She dropped to a crouch in front of him and turned his face left and right, regarding him as he glared past her to the entity. It moved behind him and he swallowed visibly, a cold sweat coming to his brow. "Scared yet Evan? You should be…"

He felt the mass around his throat again and the slow force that was being put on his throat. He could not attempt to fight, he knew he was at their mercy but in the back of his mind he also knew he deserved this treatment. He had hurt her, intentionally and now he would have to suffer the consequences. He nodded and allowed the entity to remove his shirt. It was a cool night but his heated flesh kept him warm, the excitement and fear running parallel in his mind.

Slowly he was pulled down to the forest floor, leaves winding into his hair, and he heard her foot falls as she began to stand over him. She looked to the entity which nodded at her and produced a small sharp knife which she took gratefully.

"Ohhhhh Poor thing. I am not allowed to be nice. Not after what you did." She dragged the tip of the knife along his collarbone and the flesh opened up slightly letting a small ribbon of crimson bubble up to the surface. He moaned softly and gasped as he felt her finger tips drawing on him in his own blood. His moans were cut short as the pressure around his throat increased and he struggled slightly. He grabbed at the girl but it could not deter her from her cause. She was painting him with his own blood and he could not help but to moan slightly as he saw the fascination in her eyes. She stood up and stepped back to admire her work. She looked to The Slenderman for approval. It laughed! It laughed at his helpless state but even more at what the girl pointed out.

"Oh look Sir, He likes it when I paint." She pointed to his crotch which was beginning to tent his track pants. He tried to cover himself, almost ashamed of his reactions but there was almost a growl as two black masses extended from the entity to hold his wrists down. She was over him again and she sank to her knees next to him, leaning over his face. Her hair tickled him and she whispered in his ear.

"You might have thought of the violent consequence to your body before you decided to lose control on me." She grabbed ahold of his cock roughly and he jumped as she massaged him through the fabric. It was rough but entirely enjoyable and he groaned his back arching as he tugged slightly on the tentacles that held him down. They tightened when he fought, almost to the point of pain and he stopped his attempts when he felt the point of her knife dig into the soft delicate flesh of his hip bone He gasped as the flesh broke but her warm mouth licked around the point as his blood welled up to the surface. She pulled the fabric down below his ass, suddenly and he was exposed to the both of them, but his mind was filled with the haze of pain and pleasure. Then her hot mouth descended on his cock and The Slenderman tightened his grip around Evans neck simultaneously. A pink blush rose to his cheeks quickly as she worked him with her mouth, taking his length deeper into her throat than any woman had before. His eyes rolled back into his head as he work on the last of his oxygen stores, trying not to expend to much energy, knowing he might need it. He gasped gratefully as the entity released his grip on both his throat a wrists, but he lay there as his mind over loaded with the slow sensations of this girl sucking him. It was hot heavy suction that made his mind go blank even though he knew that he was being watched, then suddenly the heat of her mouth was gone and he began to whimper.

"Not so nice to be denied when it is you… is it." She laughed at him as he stuck out his bottom lip like a child. Pulling his mind from the haze he sat up, still pouting.

"Please." He whimpered again and sat on his knees, all parts of him stiff and hard as she walked back to his prone form.

"Please what?" She grabbed his face and forced him to look at her. She smiled evilly as his blue eyes dilated and the pupils nearly took over. She pushed his shoulders down swiftly and again he was on his back. She dragged her body ever so slowly down his letting him whimper and moan as he could think of what she had planned. Suddenly she grasped his cock and turned around so she was facing the dark entity that watched them. Her small round ass faced him and he watched as she teased herself with the head of his cock. She ran the heated organ over her wet slit and just slowly penetrated herself on him. He was forgotten, being used almost like a toy, but the thought quickly died in his mind when her nails dug into the meaty flesh of his thigh. It shocked him but the words she whispered to the entity did so more.

"Is this what you wanted to see Sir? Have we pleased you?" She slid her wet body down on his until she was seated to the hilt of his cock inside her. She moaned but kept her eyes on the Slenderman, who simply turned its head inquisitively as it watched them.

He moaned softly as she rotated her pelvis, pushing him against the tight walls of her body. Suddenly she gasped as he hit a spot high inside her. She rocked back and forth, pushing him against that button, whimpering and moaning as she did so. It was soft swallow movements she used to fuck herself, but he was having a very hard time not fucking her back. Something snapped inside of him and he grabbed the flare of her hips and tilted himself upwards, making long hard strokes into her body. Her head fell back and she moaned to the sky in pleasure as he hit the small button again and again before he lifted one hand off her hips and used it to flick her sensitive clit roughly.

The Slenderman just stood there and watched as they fucked, almost a supervisor to their actions as they worked each other closer to their orgasms. Evan moaned and swore as he felt her body tightening around him. She shook softly and screamed his name as he pounded her sensitive hole a few more times before he began to explode inside of her. Shock waves rocked through both of their bodies as she sat there, in his lap, still buried inside of her small body. Slowly, as quickly as he had appeared, the Slenderman was gone, dissolved into thin air as he and the girl sat in the clearing.

"Don't lose control again Evan. It would not be safe for you. He was gentle on you this time, but I have little sway. "Her eyes were downcast and she wrapped her thin arms around herself for warmth. Suddenly he toppled her small body into his lap and buried his face deep in her hair.

"Is it weird that I look forward to the nights when the two of you come for me"

"No."

He laughed and he inhaled her scent, the woodsy physical feel of it, before he let her body go. She stood and offered him a hand, pulling him to his feet. Adjusting clothing she quickly pulled a few twigs and bits of forest from his hair and brushed it from his bright blue eyes.

"Time to go. Not safe after sun down. Not without Him here. There are other far more dangerous things following you." She handed him his shirt, and grabbed his wrist tugging him towards the main path. He laughed, almost an intoxicated laugh as she let go of her wrist and began to run through the brush. She was quick and small and more easily maneuvered than his height and mass, and soon all he could see of her was the darting shadow between trees. She moved towards a light opening and darted out, quickly he followed her. She was gone, he stood in his backyard, alone and confused as he looked around in the dim lighting. Nothing

"Every Fucking Time!"