Birdie
A woman’s moans cut through the flashing lights and smoke of the abandoned park.
I ducked behind a rundown concession stand, trying to sort out the location of the sound.
Suddenly, a girl in only a thong and a feathered masquerade mask with a long golden beak over her nose, ran backwards, letting out a scream.
Two women in large, furry wolf masks charged forward.
One darting behind her as the other pounced.
The woman screamed again before the wolf behind her caught her, breaking her fall and lying beneath her on the pavement.
The other wolf knelt over her as the bird-girl feigned a breathy scream, before the wolf on top lifted her shirt, thrusting her breasts in the open mouth of the girl on the ground.
With a muffled moan, the bird girl sucked and licked, her grip pulling her masked companion forward. The woman beneath her let her hands roam before roughly jerking the bird-girl’s thong out of the way.
Heat surged within my core, and I felt as if I should look away, but I couldn’t manage to pry my gaze away from the erotic, taboo scene before me.
This night, this game, was awakening desire inside me I’d never known existed.
And as the wolf masked woman on top unzipped her pants and positioned a long, thick, rippled blue dildo, my pussy warmed in remembrance of Jax’s promise…
of what was currently waiting for me beneath her belt.
If Jax caught me again… would I scream like the bird masked girl?
The wolf beneath her reached down and opened the woman’s legs wide as her prey wiggled and fought against it. “Get the fuck off me!” she yelled, pushing against her captor.
“Doesn’t sound like your safe word. Remember what that is?”
“I remember,” she teased, smiling and breaking character for a moment before getting back into her groove. “Help! Someone save me!”
“No one’s coming to save you. You belong to us now.” The wolves both let out a howl. I hid my smile as answering wolf howls sounded across the park.
This night was wild, wicked, and entirely weird.
Why was I beginning to love it?
I watched with depraved delight as the bulbous dildo slipped inside the woman’s wide and awaiting pussy. Her moan shocked through the red glow of carnival lights as her hips moved to meet the toy.
The hands of the captor she lied atop flicked at her hard, exposed nipples, growling in a low, animalistic tone.
I felt my own desire pooling in my panties as I looked around, hoping to spot a flash of neon green. What if Jax were hurt? What if I’d leave with nothing but bruised knees and her boots to remind me that she existed and this night were real?
The woman on the ground roiled through several orgasms, screaming her pleasure in the middle of the walkway.
A few masked players soon gathered around to watch the show, and I took my cue to leave.
As I snuck from behind the stand, not wanting to draw attention to myself with so many predator masks nearby, someone grabbed me from behind, clamping their hand over my mouth and pulling me backward.
My shriek muffled in my throat as I found myself against a hard body. A rough voice whispered in my ear. “Did you think I wouldn’t find you, Little Birdie? Did you really think you could get away that easily?”
My heart rate quickened as the British accent of my captor ignited my desire again. Hope sprang in my chest as I turned around, soon replaced by horror. “You’re covered in blood.”
Jax looked down at her abs and assessed her arms. She shrugged.
“Not mine.” God, why was that so hot? She was here, she’d found me, and she was okay.
That’s all I cared about at that moment.
The woman’s cries echoed in the distance, and I glanced over my shoulder. Jax chuckled. “Did you enjoy watching?”
Surprise fluttered in my belly. “Did you enjoy watching me watch?”
With a nod, Jax replied, “I did… the finish line is close.”
Disappointment dropped like a weight in my soul. How was the night almost over? Why did the game have to end? I could hear the smirk in Jax’s voice as she continued. “Don’t look so glum. The best part of the night still awaits you, Little Birdie.”
“Is that so?” I questioned. “Do tell.”
Jax stepped forward, towering over me. “I think it’s time for you to run, don’t you?”
I bit my lip in response. I wanted it, I wanted it more than anything. To run, be chased… to be caught and… “Some idiot gave me their boots,” I looked down to Jax’s dirty socks. “So, I’m faster now.”
“Let’s see how fast you are, baby.” Jax turned around. “Five…”
“What are you —“
“Four…”
It clicked in my brain.
“Three…”
A head start.
Turning on my heel, I pushed off as fast as I could. My heart beating in my ears.
“Two…”
Dodging behind a small roller coaster, I hoped the zig-zag would throw her off for a few minutes.
Pumping my arms, I ran, and ran. Passing people fucking on a clown ride, passing a man crawling on the ground, collared and leashed by a woman with a whip, my lungs burned in my throat — but a giggle pushed from my lips.
This was fun.
This was really fun.
I didn’t even want to come here. Leaving the comfort of my cozy reading nook and escapism of my ebook wasn’t in the cards.
Being abandoned by who I thought was my friend and heels that cut up my ankles weren’t ideal.
The fear I’d experienced here, the terror of being chased, the ambiguity of the concealed faces around me…
it had all created in me a sense of complete freedom and joy I’d scarcely believed existed outside of fictional worlds.
An escape from the scary, Jax had called the games. I hadn’t understood it then — but now I did.
The controlled fear.
The lack of control or the possession of it — whichever the player wanted… all under the crimson umbrella of the safe word red.
Fire burnt my lungs, and sweat stained my brow. Just when I thought I’d figured out how to evade my chaser — heavy footfalls sounded behind me. “You’re so fucking mine,” Jax growled, gaining on me.
I squealed a girly squeak and charged forward, fighting the urge to laugh, but unable to ignore the ache between my thighs.
As I rounded a patch of grass, something crashed into me with force and fervor. My breath knocked from my chest as I landed on wet earth beneath a light-up clown archway. My captor rolled me over onto my back. I went to sit up, but Jax put her hand around my throat, pinning me to the ground.
“Caught you,” she taunted, pushing her hips with that hard toy attached to her against my center.
I sighed and wiggled, hoping I could be a fraction as sexy as the woman I watched from earlier.
Jax leaned back, her bloodied, dirtied six pack abs glistening under the changing lights of the bulbed arch above us.
“Get off of me,” I weakly pushed at her middle, still panting from the run.
All the endorphins sinking to the heat collecting in my panties.
“Go away,” I said breathlessly. Somehow my go away sounded a lot like come closer.
“Never,” Jax said roughly. “You’re caught and you’re got.
” She unclicked her belt and unbuttoned her jeans with a flick of her thumb.
Reaching inside her boxers, she pulled out the long, glowing green strap-on dildo she’d teased me with earlier.
“Ready to take my cock, Little Birdie?” Moving forward, she swiped the head of the toy down my soaking center.
I nodded enthusiastically before remembering the game. Correcting my mistake, I shook my head. “No, not at all ready.”
Jax let out a dark chuckle and yanked my panties down my thighs. With a groan, she eased two fingers down my pussy. “You sure feel ready. Being my prey suits you… it gets you wet… makes you needy for me. Doesn’t it, baby?”
I swallowed and nodded. She was right, and I couldn’t even pretend she wasn’t. Pushing my hips forward, her glowing appendage lined with my opening.
“You remember your safe word?” She asked lowly, bracing herself up on her palms with thinly veiled restraint.
“Yes,” I breathed.
“Good, because I’m not about to hold back.”
“Please don’t —“
Before I could finish my sentence, ‘please don’t hold back’, Jax made good on her declaration. With one swift motion, her massive strap filled me to the hilt. I cried out, feeling its stretch burning my pussy.
She moved in and out, my wetness slicking against her. “How’s that feel, baby?”
“So good,” I whined, unable to speak much more. My hands roamed her shoulders, and my gaze landed on her exposed chin. “Can I kiss you?”
“Keep my mask on,” she whispered, stilling inside me. Carefully, I reached up and pulled her mask up over her lips. Slowly, I pressed my lips to hers, feeling a torrent of butterflies whirl like a tornado of feeling in my chest.
Jax kissed me back, slowly at first. After a few moments of our mouths exploring each other, she parted my lips and darted her tongue with mine. At the same time, she pushed further into me, catching my moan into her mouth.
“Fuck,” she swore, thrusting faster. “Those sounds you make… the way your hips move… fuck, Birdie, you’re a vision.”
The feeling of fullness retreated and then expanded with every pounding of her hips. I felt my climax rise and held onto my captor’s arms.
Jax pressed her lips to mine and murmured. “I caught you, Little Birdie, now come on my strap like the good girl I know you are.”
Her words, the feel of her skin, the overwhelming pull of the dildo, sent me tumbling over the edge of bliss. My screams echoed through the park, and in that moment, I was another girl caught. Prey being devoured, a bird in the claws of a wolf — and I fucking loved it.
We stayed there for several moments, Jax surprising me with tenderness as she stroked my sweat-soaked hair. “I don’t just know you because I stole your file.”
“What?”
“I work with Lu-Lu. Casually, we aren’t friends, and she doesn’t know that I’m a ringleader here.
She was loudly talking in the break room one day about how she hoped to get the text…
and if she did, she’d be bringing her clueless friend, Birdie.
” Jax lied on her side in the grass and ran a hand through her hair.
“I thought that was pretty fucked up, so I found you on social media. I guess you can say I stalked you a bit. At least, I knew what you looked like, knew you were a book nerd, knew you were really fucking pretty.”
My chest constricted. My friend had really set me up for a night of terror, hadn’t she? “So, you knew this whole time? And you…”
“I knew I had to look after you, yeah. Everything else, all this… was just a nice bonus. It was for me, at least.”
There was a hint of vulnerability in her tone, like she wondered if I had a good time, if I wanted her back.
Ignoring the betrayal I felt from Lu-Lu, I rubbed Jax’s arm.
I wanted nothing more than to take off my mask, take off hers, and…
continue our night elsewhere. “Do you want to go… I don’t know… get something to eat after this or —“
Out of nowhere, a screech pierced my ears as the loudspeaker buzzed to life.
“Change of plans, players. It seems we’re all close to being caught.
Park security is on its way. Make your way to the finish line now or risk being had in a way none of you asked for.
It’s been a delight, players. Until next year. ”
“Shit, we’ve got to go.” Jax jumped up, adjusting her strap back into her waistband and buckling her belt again. She extended her hand. “Let’s get out of here.”
Together? Me and you? Us lasting past… this?
Is what I wanted to ask, but there was no time.
People in masks flew past us. Everyone running, shoulders knocking into us, all of us equal in our fleeing.
A runner with giant horns cut through my hold on Jax’s hand — and when I looked up — my green masked savior was nowhere to be seen.
I had to keep running, though doubt and disappointment and loss hit me harder than the bodies bustling around me.
The colorful lights disappeared as all in the park went dark.
Folks were scrambling as we raced to the finish, all of us squeezing through breaks in a chain link fence, as security in the distance shouted at us to stop.
My feet finally hit gravel, and someone grabbed my arm. Hope sprang within me until I looked over. No green mask, no broad shoulders and tender voice — no, it was just her.
“I’ve been looking for you everywhere!” Lu-Lu shouted over the commotion. “I’m glad you’re okay—“
I pulled away. “You abandoned me. You have some nerve to just walk up to me now like everything’s going to be normal between us.”
“I had to bring somebody, Birdie. Those are the rules. I put you in a predator mask so no one would chase you. Did you…” She scanned my bloodied knees and the dirt that caked my body from over-sized boots to muddy tank top. “Did you get chased… did you get… caught?”
“Get away from me,” I pushed past her.
“Birdie,” she called after me, but it didn’t matter, I was done. And I was alone.
I HAD BEEN CHASED. AND NOW I WAS ALONE AGAIN.