She felt defenceless and exposed, since she was already stripped to a pair of black stockings and high heels, and then ordered by him to run. To run as fast as she could if she wanted to escape from his clutches and avoid the perverted games, he had planned for her. She had seen the menace in his eyes and the intent in his salivating mouth, as he previously eyed his prize, before handing her a slice of hope to escape her destiny that day.
She knew he was near. She could smell his scent, his passion, his sweat — it was in the air, it was in the trees, it was at every turn. Her heart palpitated as she ran further into the forest, except for all she knew she may have been running around in circles, with him high up on a platform, watching her every move, her panic, her fruitless attempt in avoiding his capture.
She recalled her fate previously, when he caught his prey. The initial sudden hold he had on her, as he placed a cloth bag over her head, before binding her hands together and then dragging her by a leash through the woods back to his lair. How she stumbled on numerous occasions in those blasted heels as he pulled her further and further and all the time, she was blind to the world around her. She tried as best she could to take in the sounds she heard as she was pulled along a path, of more rustling, more animals, more featured creatures, of his deep breath baying in anticipation to what he would do to her.
Those memories were fresh in her mind, as she went pass tree after tree, all the time lost to her location, now and then stopping to try and gauge if she had previously passed that way before and if she could spy a roadway, smoke from a chimney stack, civilisation, her escape. Deep down she knew he would eventually ensnare her. It was expected. Breathing heavy still, she took several breathes at a rest, leaning against the bark of a large tree. Trying to catch her breath again, however, there was to be little respite. Glancing up and around her position she noticed a movement and out of the thicket, he suddenly appeared in her line of sight away in the distance.
He wasn’t looking in her direction and he appeared to be surveying another area of the woodlands, but time stood still for her in that moment. She wanted to cry out, to scream, but her own self-protecting awareness came into play, as she bit down hard on her lips, while clasping a hand over her own mouth, before jumping behind the large bark. Her naked chest heaved greatly again and she swallowed hard, before she instinctively removed the heels and then she began to run again. Run and keep running. She had decided she would prefer to accept the nuisance of her feet striking a sharp stone, or a branch, or standing on any thorns scattered upon the undergrowth, because she knew her pace would be quicker without the heels to hinder her.
She gathered more speed, while more memories of her previous fate within his clutches came back to remind her. Of how he had pulled her blind-folded back to his camp, and how he then bent her over a frame, binding her ankles with her legs spread and her bound wrists tied in front of her. And at that point the punishment began.
First of all, it was her ass which received a number of strikes. Each cheek, one after the other and she could only imagine what implements he had used, but she had an idea a belt had struck her first of all, then a bamboo stick and possibly a whip. The pain upon her bottom was red and hot and fierce and uncomfortable and gradually it became warm and glowing and needful. She recalled the sensation she felt as he had shown no mercy and how she loved it. How powerful it was. One strike after another, and another, and another. The warmth, the heat, the passion, the moaning, the cries, receiving it, taking it, wanting it, needing it, and then he stopped.
At that moment she could then feel him standing behind her. She was expecting it. She knew he would take her soon after he captured her, after the thrill and the passion of the chase had built up within him, but she also knew he would use her roughly. He couldn’t see her expression at that moment, but underneath the dull canvas bag over her head, she had shut her eyes tightly, as she gave out a slight whimper, while relaxing the muscles within her butt hole, as he initially pushed, before ramming his member into her arse. A slow pace at first, but then he took ownership of her tightest hole and he began pounding her like a wild animal. She was his, his fuck holes and this was just a reminder, spearing her and stretching her ass in the process. He buggered her with a wanton of passion and she found herself moaning loudly and crying out, as he took what was his, until eventually he began to slow down and then stopped altogether.
Such memories were frequent and they had a habit of flashing through her head as she raced further and further from his chase. She knew for certain what awaited her if and when he caught his prey. He enjoyed the thrill of the chase, the search, the hunt, the capture, the humiliation of it all, the humiliation for her of being caught. It built up his primal and animal instincts like a wolf in a man’s disguise, teasing her, playing with her, and eventually using her for his needs, before feasting on her very soul. He had an appetite for her body and the hunger within him wanted her yet again, but on his own predator terms. And so, on and on she ran and hid, taking in her surroundings, scanning the treelines for movements and running on further still. Wondering where he was at that moment. Was he lying in wait? Ready to pounce out on her. Tracking her down. Luring her to his lair.
She kept running with her heart beating quicker and quicker and then suddenly she fell over again, before picking herself up and trying to break into another fast run, but she was breathless and she had to stop. To rest for a short while. Surely, he was left behind by her fast escape. And maybe he hadn’t seen her at all. Again, she found a spot to hide, to conceal herself from her predator, to catch her breath for a short while and yet again, she recalled her fate when he previously played this game with his prey.
He had eased a cucumber into her anus and it felt uncomfortable to her, even though he had smeared her back passage with lubricant. Especially as he had initially ordered her to parade for him, over and back from one side of the encampment to the other and he recorded the sight on his camera phone, to be viewed at a later time. Her breasts were also bound tightly and he covered her tits with several clothespins. She felt a pinch each time he attached one and each time she also took a step away from him while she took a deep breath, as if she was inhaling, but she always stepped forward again for the next one. He followed this up by attaching several more clothespins to other parts of her body, her torso, the inside of her thighs, her pussy. However, he still wasn’t done, and she recalled then how he led her by the collar and leash she was forced to wear, whereby she was brought over to a stool, which had a large dildo attached to the seat. Her hands were bound tightly behind her back, but she knew immediately what she must do, and so, she eased onto the dildo, squatting slowly over and onto its hardness and taking it all the way into her cunt to the hilt.