Hide, Don't Seek

Chapter 1~

My lungs are on fire and my breaths are sawing in and out of my chest at an alarming rate. The air is thick with humidity and the sun is just about to set. Not that I can see much as I sprint through the forest. With the various Oak trees and the gorgeous Loblolly Pine canopy looming over me, this forest is creepy as shit. But the man behind me…

My foot catches on an exposed tree root. The ground quickly rises to meet me and I crash into it with an oomph. I swallow down the pain splintering through my hands, knees, and right ankle. I don’t have time to brush away the rocky debris or examine them for damage. I have to go now.

Without a second thought, I push myself up, untangle my ankle from the dang root, and keep running. My breaths are coming out in harsh pants as I try to regain my bearings and determine which way to go.

A twig snaps from somewhere behind me, alerting me of just how close he is. Too close. Fork.

I turn towards the left and sprint through the wooded area; ducking and dodging a mixture of Post Oak and Red Maple trees with low limbs that appear to be reaching out for me. I am way too fat to be running like this. My heart is crashing against my ribs and I’m pretty sure it’s going to pump right out of my chest. Holy hell. I’m going to die.

Up ahead, I notice a small space beneath a trail bridge. Thank God for the current drought. I know I need to take a break to get my heart rate under control, and that’s the best opportunity for now.

I pump my arms as my feet carry me across the ground. Hope spurs in my chest at the thought of hiding out for a little bit.

Just then, a painful stitch on my left side causes me to double over in pain. Schnitzel.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are…” his deep, masked voice taunts me; seeming to surround me on all sides. Fear shoots down my spine and into my toes.

Knowing I need to hide, and fast, I limply jog the last few feet to the edge of the bridge. It’s really steep on this side but the underbrush of the forest should help hide me. Lowering my upper body a little, I start to carefully slide my feet down the rocky slope. Just as I reach out for the lowest beam of the bridge so I can use it to help steady myself on my way down, a huge, meaty hand grabs around my bicep. How the hell did I not hear him?

I scream out in terror as he yanks me toward him. Stumbling over my feet, I’m suddenly slammed against a nearby tree; the bark cutting into my back through my shirt. Faster than I can blink, he releases his hold on my bicep, trapping me against the tree with his whole body. Before I can do anything, his hand clasps around my wrist and lifts it above my head; pinning it to the tree.

“Noooo!” I cry out. Using my other hand, I hit him in the shoulder and arm, trying to get him to let me down. His biceps barely flinch under his black, short-sleeve tee. I don’t even try to hit his chest as it’s covered by a tactical vest decked out with more ammo and knives than I thought possible.

With a low growl, his other hand wraps around my flailing wrist and pins it to the tree. His fingers maneuver quickly and I’m surprised to realize that both of my wrists are now firmly in one of his huge hands. His large, rough fingers completely engulf them and lock them securely in place. I try to kick out, my adrenaline boosting into overdrive, but he’s so dang close to my body that I don’t land a single kick.

“Stop!” His command whips out through the darkening forest. My body freezes as he pushes up against me; the weight of his armored vest pressing into my chest.

He stands at least a head taller than me. His eyes look hazel in the dark and are boring into mine with need and excitement. They’re accentuated because his mouth is covered by one of those creepy half-skull masks that only cover the bottom half of his face. A plain, black beanie sits atop his head and is pulled all the way down to his brows.

My whole body thrums with adrenaline as he leans his head closer, my boobs smashing against his vest as he whispers, “I told you I’d catch you.”

I lean forward and growl, “Get. The fork. Off of me,” before snapping my teeth in his direction.

He barely misses my teeth as he flinches back with a deep, throaty chuckle. “Oh, baby girl,” he groans out. “I like you feisty.” His free hand collars my throat and shock jolts through me as I feel the smooth coolness of leather gloves. I can feel his thumb and pointer fingers pressing on my carotid arteries and the middle of his palm just barely grazes the front of my neck. My heart rate picks up and I begin to feel dizzy.

I try to wriggle out of his grip but it only tightens. My breasts brush roughly over his vest as I squirm in his arms. My stupid body betrays me and my nipples stiffen into taut peaks.

Tilting his head, he assesses me. The sun disappearing from the sky makes his whole aura even more terrifying. The thin sliver of skin shown between the two pieces of black cloth lets me see his eyes crinkle at the corners, signaling that he’s smiling.

A sob breaks loose from my throat as fear strangles me. “P-please,” I beg, as tears fall down my cheek.

“Awww, you beg so pretty,” he coos sardonically. Releasing my throat, he grabs onto the bottom of the mask lying around his neck. He lifts it, fast enough that I don’t get to see anything before he bends down to my jaw. My body freezes and my eyes grow wide as I feel his tongue dart out, licking a path from my jaw to just above my cheek. His soft beard tickles me as it follows the path of his tongue. Is that a tongue piercing?

Just as my thought finishes, he quickly pulls his mask back down his neck. “Mmm,” he groans huskily. “Your tears taste like heaven.”

I whimper, trembling uncontrollably. Liquid heat pools in my panties as my body gets its wires crossed.

His deep voice washes over me like honey when he grumbles, “Now, are you going to be a good girl for me, or do I need to gag you?”

“Wh-what?” I squeal. “No, please. No!” I begin thrashing my body again, desperately hoping to get away.

His disappointed “Tsk-Tsk,” brings my attention back to him. He’s tsking me like a child?! What the hell?

“That wasn’t the answer I was hoping for,” he sighs condescendingly. “Nonetheless, you’ve made your choice.” He sounds like a father who’s upset that his child chose to play video games instead of doing her chores.

“What choi-” My question is cut off abruptly as the sound of metal cuffs jingle through the air. The cold metal bites into my right wrist, and I whip my head up just in time to see him quickly yank the connecting chain over a wide, low branch. “No!” I scream, trying to wrench my other hand away. His body presses impossibly harder into mine as he snaps the cuffs on my other wrist. That’s when I realize that he’s cuffed me to a branch that curves upwards, making it impossible for me to scoot off of it. Crap on a cracker!

“Please, please, please. Let me go. Please.” My breath is coming out in heavier pants as he steps back to assess his handiwork. Tilting his head like a creepy soldier of death, he hums in the back of his throat, then steps forward.

“No! Please don’t do this. Stoopppp!!” I scream and struggle as I kick out; pretty sure I’m moments away from passing out. His large, gloved hand cups over my mouth, silencing my screams.

“Now, now. You’ve made your choice. I’m just gunna…” With his free hand, he lifts the mask off of his neck once more and I watch as he takes a fingertip of the glove into his mouth. Pinching it between his teeth, he deftly removes the glove. The tiny sliver of light left in the forest shows me an inky patch on his hand. A tattoo. But it’s too dark to really see it.

Uncovering my mouth, he quickly shoves his now-free glove in before pulling out some duct tape. What in the actual forkballs? A loud rip echoes through the forest as he takes a piece and covers the glove with it; securing it to my face.

Tears are flooding my face and I’m shaking my head with so much vigor that I’m making myself dizzy.

Once he’s finished, he slides his hand into my sweaty hair and yanks my head towards his; squeezing the roots at the top of my neck. “That’s better. Don’t you think?”

His mouth is still exposed from pulling up the mask and I feel the warmth of his breath tickle my face. He’s now close enough that I can see and feel his thick beard against my neck but it’s too dark to tell the color or length.

I’m feeling floaty and having a hard time breathing with the wad of leather hanging out in my mouth.

Pressing his body against mine, his hands begin to roam my body; squeezing my hips, trailing up my ribcage, cupping my breasts. A low moan escapes his throat as he continues his perusal.

“I love this shirt. So cute, so pretty, so many buttons.” And with that, he rips my favorite baby blue, flowy button-up right down the middle. Buttons litter the forest floor and the cool, damp air whips across my chest. My twilight-colored tee-shirt bra is now on full display for this man, and I desperately shift, wishing I could cover up.

I consider snapping twice but the lust coursing through my body, and knowing it’s probably too dark for him to really see anything, has me dismissing the idea.

He takes off his other glove, tossing it on the ground, and uses both hands to flip the cups of my bra down, exposing my breasts to him. The cool evening air causes them to pebble and he groans appreciatively. “Fucking perfect,” he whispers right before he gropes them both. He leans in and sucks one of them right into his mouth. A muffled scream rips from my throat as he bites down enough to cause sparks of pain to shoot down to my clit.

He pops off one nipple and languidly kisses down my squishy belly. I cringe and flinch inward, desperately trying to suck in my flabby belly. His wide shoulders begin to lower with his body before he drops to his knees in front of me. Grasping my ass, he pulls my jean-covered crotch right into his nose and inhales deeply. My eyes widen with fear and arousal because, apparently, I’m jacked in the head, and I feel even more wetness pool in my panties.

Without further ado, he quickly unbuttons my jeans and rips the zipper down so fast that it takes a moment for my brain to process. My adrenaline ramps up as my brain processes what’s happening. Squirming, closing my eyes, trying to bend down; I do everything I can to close myself off from this man, but nothing works.

A loud, sharp smack lands on my ass, and a yelp barely penetrates the air. “Mine,” he growls low in warning.

He wastes no more time, sliding my jeans down to my ankles, bringing my twilight-colored thong with them. Now, my feet are pinned and I can’t even try to kick out. My mind rushes through some kind of escape plan as darkness closes in around us.

Then, a warm wet tongue meets my slit and runs all the way up. “Delicious,” he groans looking up at me. “Are you wet for me? Does having you all tied up and at my mercy turn you on?”

I scream through the glove, shaking my head violently, and try to shift away from him. “Awww. You sure?” he asks teasingly. Then one of his thick fingers slides through my most intimate area; once, twice, before he brings them to his mouth and sucks them clean. “Your lies are tasty.” I groan and bump my head back against the tree, hating my stupid body for giving me away.

My heart rate doubles as anticipation tries to kill me. Two thick digits open me up wide, and I feel my cheeks heat in embarrassment over being so exposed. I can’t even bring myself to look down at him as fear, shame, and arousal, all fight through my body for dominance.

And then, his tongue pokes out and flicks my needy little clit and I have to fight back a moan. I feel him shift as he takes one hand, spins it upside down, and spreads his fingers wide, opening me up to him fully. I fail to suppress the violent shiver that ripples through my body as I feel the air whip across my naughty bits.

His other hand makes its way from my clit, to my entrance and back up, before circling my clit with gentle, barely there pressure. After the third, deliberate pass, I’m equal parts ashamed and wanton, causing me to sob loudly through the leather glove.

“Sshhhh, it’s ok. I’ll take care of this needy little cunt.” His words drip with sex and dominance, and my pussy clenches painfully.

One of his strong fingers slams right into me and I cry out at the intrusion. Before I can even adjust, he circles my clit with his tongue, slides his finger out of me, then pushes two in. My knees buckle at the sensations and the cuffs cut into my wrists as I writhe in the air before him.

Licking, teasing, sucking, he devours my clit like a man starved for food. Meanwhile, his fingers pump in and out of me, thrusting in a harmonic rhythm with the patterns of his tongue. I feel his fingers curl into me, hitting that little rough spot deep inside, and I feel an orgasm starting to build. The pressure is intense, but I fight it. One: because I don’t have them often, and two: because I don’t want this man to know how he’s affecting me.

A hard swat to my exposed pussy startles me, and I shriek, the noise muffled by the leather glove. His low, menacing growl is barely heard over my whimpering sobs and the beating of my heart. “You will cum for me. Do you understand?”

I shake my head, fighting my body, fighting him. “Oh really? You think you can hold back from me?” He snarks.

A broken “ Screw you” is trapped behind my covered mouth, but I can tell the insult lands. His answering chuckle causes a shiver to run down my spine and makes my nerves even more on edge. “Oh, I will. Don’t worry about that.”

The moment he finishes speaking, he goes back to attacking my clit with an intensity I’ve never experienced before. The metal barbell in his tongue sends lightning through my clit with each swirl. I don’t know what the hell he’s doing but the mixture of his tongue’s ministrations, paired with the rough thrusting of his fingers pressing on my G spot, sends me spiraling higher.

“Cum for me, dirty girl,” he purrs right before sucking my clit into his mouth.

And. I. Lose it.

My whole body shakes as my orgasm crests and I hear the faint sounds of his fingers working through each gush.

“That’s my girl. Good girl,” he murmurs as he leisurely pumps his fingers in and out of me, helping to bring me down from the orgasm.

My body begins to sag, causing the metal cuffs to dig into my wrists. A whimper catches in my throat and I can feel the tears cascading down my cheeks.

He slowly rises to his full height, takes my jaw in his hand, and rips the duct tape from my mouth. I barely have time to wince before he”s whipping the glove from my mouth and smashing his lips to mine. The taste of myself mixed with something cinnamon explodes on my tongue as he presses his tongue into my mouth. His tongue demands attention and obedience and, for some reason, I give it to him. The scratch of his very full beard sends tingles down my spine and I moan at the feeling.

Breaking the kiss, his chest brushes mine with each inhale. He reaches one hand up and quickly slides the mask back over his mouth, securing his beard underneath, before he reaches up and unlocks the cuffs.

My body is heavy and spent, so I immediately start to collapse, but he catches me with one bulging arm around the waist before I can hit the ground. However, he doesn’t give me time to process the relief or formulate a plan to run. His hand immediately finds my left wrist, steps behind me, and grabs my other wrist; bringing them together behind my back and causing my chest to stretch out.

One giant paw now holds both of my wrists and he presses up against me. I can feel his hard length pressing into my back and my stupid pussy clenches with a needy ache. Hussy.

Leaning in, he gruffly whispers, “On your knees, baby girl.”

He doesn’t give me a chance to protest as his knee roughly collides with the back of mine, causing it to buckle under the pressure. My knees collide with the rough ground and I scream out. I’m pretty sure a stick just became one with my shin. My pants are still snug around my ankles, preventing me from moving much as he leans over me, forcing my body to lean forward until my head is parallel to the forest floor.

The metal clanking of a buckle being loosened, quickly followed by his zipper zinging open, causes me to widen my eyes. Tremors wrack my body and I begin to shimmy my shoulders, trying to free myself from his grip.

A sharp sting sparks across my ass cheek, causing me to freeze. “Now, now, baby girl. No need to fight it.”

Tears continue down my face and collect on the ground beneath me. I am well and truly overwhelmed as I mumble nonsensically, but he doesn’t respond. Instead, the blunt tip of his hard cock prods my embarrassingly wet entrance. Holy schnitzel, is that a piercing? Fork nuggets.

Before I can take in another breath, his cock plunges deep inside me and I feel his balls slap my clit. Gasping loudly, tears blur my vision as my pussy stretches to accommodate his large size. And, jeer desus. I’m pretty sure there’s more than one piercing.

“So. Fucking. Tight. So damn wet.” He grits through the mask. Without another thought, he pulls out and slams back in, releasing a long, low groan.

“Fuck, you”re squeezing me so good, baby girl.” My eyes flutter closed as every nerve ending in my body lights on fire.

And then, he’s moving.

Thrust after thrust he pummels my pussy like it personally wronged him. His balls tap my clit with each thrust and our thighs clap loudly through the dark forest. I can feel my body gripping around him with every pull and cheering in ecstasy with every push. His left hand never leaves my wrists but his right hand makes its way in front of my body and slides down, prodding under my hood. A fleeting pressure from his fingers causes me to moan out as he continues to bruise every inch of my cervix.

A low moan leaves his mouth and he pulls my wrists back toward him, “Up, on your knees.” He groans. Following the direction of his pull, I sit up on my knees which pushes his cock into a whole other neighborhood of pleasure.

“Goddamn. So good. You’re so good,” He rasps in my ear, the soft cotton of his mask brushing against my neck eliciting goosebumps to run down my body. “You’re taking my dick like such a good girl. I knew you would. Oh G-” He breaks off on a pant and returns his fingers back to my clit, pressing in firm, rapid circles.

“Cum for me.” I shake my head, already spent from one orgasm and trying my damnedest to hold out.

“Wrong answer,” He barks while slapping my pussy.

A guttural moan leaves my chest when his fingers return to my clit, immediately replacing the shock of the pain with overwhelming pleasure. His whole body vibrates as his pelvis smacks my ass with each punishing thrust.

“I. Said. Cum.” He grits, then pinches my clit. My body betrays me by going off like a bottle rocket. I feel freaking everything as he continues strumming my clit like a guitar chord.

And. He doesn’t. Stop.

My orgasm crests over the peak... then stalls. And stalls. And stalls.

My breath gets caught in my chest as my core clenches inward. Then, my whole body locks up as fireworks burst in front of my eyes. I barely register a groan but can’t miss the undeniable emptiness that comes with him removing his cock while continuing to ruin my clit.

Suddenly, the spring in my core snaps. Gushes of liquid flood from my body, pooling between my knees and drenching the ground beneath me. My body starts to sag in exhaustion but his metal-filled dick slams into me again, causing me to whimper from over-sensitivity.

He slams in two more times before I feel him spill his entire load inside of me. My body shivers as his roar makes my nerve-endings tingle in appreciation and I really hope he doesn’t notice.