(Read at your own discretion. Smut, a little bit of CNC! Don't worry, it's okay!)
Standing here in the middle of the woods, my heart pounding in my chest. Knowing there's someone out there after me, the feeling was great enough to take down a full grown man. I hear his footsteps around, he draws closer. This game that we started playing, the chase. Located in the middle of the woods.
No other person around but us. Running past the mossy covered wood that was on the ground, except I didn't have time to stop and admire it.
He was getting closer. I knew at some point I would run out of energy. Stopping in the middle of a small clearing surrounded by trees, I wait. "I can hear you" his voice chimed in my ears as he stepped in front of me.
Standing before me. In all his glory. It was him. (Insert name here) He's dressed in the ghostface cloak and mask. Welding his favorite knife. I knew this was about to become more exciting, he took a step closer as he pulled out zip ties with the other hand. "You know you can't ever escape me" he chuckled as his arm hooked around my neck pulling me to him.
The knife now pressed against my skin, it was cold for a moment. "Now I get to show you my idea of a fun time" his voice rang in my ears like a bell. Not even noticing that he had placed the zip ties on my wrists. One quick motion and he had me on my knees in front of him. Already pulling out the silicone cock from his cloak.
Grabbing my jaw forcing it open, he slid in causing me to gag. I could hear him groan as he grabbed a fist full of my hair and started moving. Bobbing my head looking up at him, spit leaking out the sides of my mouth, eyes wide with lust and wonder. He knew exactly what I wanted and I knew he wanted the same. "I want to hear you scream, and I will do anything in my power to make you do so" his hand got tighter in my hair pulling my back forcing me to fall back.
Looking up at him, fear but also lust dwelling in my eyes. The white of the mask, the knife in his hand. Everything was like the perfect storm. Taking said knife he started cutting into my pants, the sound of fabric being ruined echoed slightly throughout my head, there goes my favorite pants. Damn him. But here's one thing I can do, "attempt" to fight back. His favorite part, kicking my legs against him I could hear his breathing pick up. "Don't fight me, it will only make it worse" his grunts were growing closer together. "Fuck you" I spat in his face, watching the way the 'liquid' ran down the mask made me want him more. Tossing away the fabric to my pants somewhere around us, didn't really care. Time to pick up pace. Trying to break free from the zip ties were harder than I had expected, but that's fine. I started biting at the plastic around my wrists. Each bite came with a small audible sound.
"What do you think you're doing" he asked grabbing my hands by only one of his own, holding them above my head. I couldn't bring myself to actually say anything, my mouth opened but no sounds came out; he positioned his knife into my mouth "mmm the things I could do to you right now. Close your mouth" his voice was aggressive at the end, I obliged and closed my mouth and felt the cool blade against my tongue. It was so hard not to start running my tongue along the sharp edge.
"After everything you've made me deal with, maybe I should just carve my name into your throat. Just to prove I own you" he said pulling the knife out slowly till it was just the tip. You could admit that basically blowing his knife was like heaven sent only. He could be the devil, perhaps even the spawn of satan, with the most powerful and forceful motion he could have, he pulled out the knife and pushed the back of the blade into my neck. This man was going to kill me, in more ways than one and I was ready for it. If it was him behind it, it almost sounded like bliss.
Keeping the knife at my throat, he pulled at my underwear, the last thing standing between me and him was this thin piece of material. "I could take you right now. Bend you over this tree. Claim you as I rightfully should" he placed his cock angst me, I could feel myself heating up more, and more. "I just won't take off your restraints, because this poor little puppy would run away from me again, and I'm just getting my fun started" his every word was sharp.
I was dizzy, but still fought against him. Did I really want to get away? Definitely not, but even with him so close. I knew that if I stopped fighting against him, that goes against the rules of the game.
I didn't realize I had started whining like a bitch in heat, underwear completely soaked, I rocked my hips into his. "Do you need me to beg" I barely managed to get out from my lips, his free hand went and pulled my underwear to the side, exposing myself to the cold air. "Yes. You do" he growls lowly into my ear. Causing my head to start blanking again. "Please.. please sir. I'll do whatever you want me to do, just don't hurt me" my voice was now above a normal volume, tone changing just to add to the dramatics.
Dragging the knife across my skin, the blade was just sharp enough to leave a thin line, prickled with red beads of deliciousness to him. He then place himself at my entrance. "Don't" I begged, fully knowing that I didn't actually want him to stop. But no amount of begging and pleading would stop him from taking what he wanted, and if that was my body. I'd willingly give it to him. A swift hard motion of his hips and he sunk deep inside me, causing me to let out a loud gasp/ moan. He leaned forward hooking his arm around my throat again, harder this time, pulling me back into him. "I take what I want when I want it. So If it just so happens that I wish to defile you in the woods. I will" he growled into my ear, moving his hips slowly at first but soon picking up pace. Releasing me from his grip, shoving my top half down. Continuing his way of defiling me.
As I lay here, feeling full as I possibly could. I couldn't stop myself from letting out whimpers and moans, the way he liked them. Really working on the fear in my tone "please. If you must. Ah. Be gentle. Mmhm. with me". Chest heaving and mind swimming you debate on if you should keep up this game. His hand once again roaming across my body, his hips never stoping. Not once. He found his way to my hair. Grabbing a fistful and yanking back "cmon, where's the fight? Not even gonna cuss me out? His voice was filled with sarcasm. All I could do was continue to let out the sounds that would make the devils mother blush.
His grunts and growls were growing louder and closer together, he's getting closer. But before he even thinks about letting himself release. He pulls out replacing his shaft with his fingers, curling and pumping them fast and hard. "You know you're enjoying this. Why don't you be a good pup and cum for me" his voice was raspy behind his mask.. that damn mask. Mind swimming, mouth agape. Vision starting to blur. Legs trembling. As if my body had a mind of its own, I came. Warm liquid ran down my thighs, the air intently making it run cold. Pulling his hand away, he grabbed ahold of my arm, turning me to him. "shall I continue?" His voice was almost sincere. "Please, sir." He lifted his mask to give a quick wink and smile before pulling it back over his face.
He leaned down for a second just to hook his arms under my legs, pulling me up. He placed himself back inside me, almost in an animalistic way. Releasing a deep groan from his throat. "now I get my release." He said lowly. He started thrusting again. This time he didn't start slow. With one hand supporting my back he used the other to grab my face. Forcing me to look at him. Even though I couldn't see his eyes. I knew they were staring right at me. "Tell me you fantasized about this. Dreamed of me, forcing myself on you like some kind of beast." His hand still holding my face strongly in place, his strokes never once losing rhythm. "I.. ah.. have, mmh.. please" his grip on me tightens, nails now digging into skin.