Wednesday, October 2, 2013

I Want to Hunt You Like an Animal

Personally, I think you should read the title to the tune of Nine Inch Nail's 'Closer.' If you know the song, you'll know what I mean.

This story was an interesting challenge. It's always fun to write something that has the feeling of being forced, but still making it clear (I hope) that it isn't. That these are roles people play, and that's a good thing.

I think that's why I hate the idea of 50 shades of gray. Or really, of any mainstream depictions of BDSM; they seem to ignore the 'consent' part of things. But that's getting on a rant. If you want to hear that rant, feel free to ask about it. But it has nothing to do with this story.

This story... this is more primal than that.

Hunted Game


            The branch tore at Val’s shirt as she ran, scratching the skin underneath deep enough to leave a long red line across her chest. She winced, but didn’t slow down. She knew she couldn’t slow down, couldn’t stop. If she stumbled, even for a second, he’d be on her.
  
          She could hear him behind her, huffing and growling as he crashed through the underbrush, barely more than half a dozen steps behind her. She was still ahead of her, but she knew that was only a matter of time. Sooner or later, the path would curve, or a branch would slow her down too much. He’d already cut the distance between them down to practically nothing. One more missed step, and there would be no hope of her ever escaping.

            Her lungs burned, her skin screamed from the dozens of little scratches all over, and the hair on her neck stood on end. It was as if she could feel his breath on her neck, just inches away. She imagined him there with his mouth open, his teeth prominently displayed as he reached out to bite her. She knew he was behind her, but didn’t dare look to see how close. He was close, that was all that mattered.

            “Look out!” She heard the concern in her voice, and it was almost enough to make her stop. But some deep part of her, some primal urge within, wouldn’t let her completely stop. That voice inside yelled at her to keep running, and it was louder than he was. So she kept running, ignoring his warning.

            She yelped in pain as her foot caught on the exposed root and her ankle twisted farther than it was supposed to. She crashed down to the ground with a whimper, and the breath was knocked out of her.

            He leaped down on her, checking to make sure she was okay, protective even as he made sure she couldn’t get away. Her foot hurt, and she knew she wouldn’t be able to run anymore. But it wasn’t serious.

            “Please,” she said, cowering away from him.

            As soon as he heard her speak, as soon as he knew that she could speak, his entire posture changed. He was no longer hovering protectively. Instead, he snarled and dragged her away from the roots of the tree, dragging her off the path by her uninjured ankle.

            Val tried to get up once he let her go, but his hands weren’t gone long enough for her to get beyond her knees. In an instant, he was ripping away what was left of her shirt, then tearing at the flimsy leggings she was wearing, baring her skin to the elements and leaving her completely defenseless. She gasped for air. He growled again, not seeming the least bit tired from the chase. Instead, he looked hungry. And clearly, there was only one way to satisfy the need that had pushed him to chase her down in the first place.

            With one hand on her throat and the other wrapped tight in her hair, he lifted her to her feet. He squeezed tightly enough to cut off her air and pulled her close. She couldn’t hear much beyond the beating of her own heart and his deep, throaty breathing as he studied her face. He growled at the back of his throat, and the sound vibrated all the way down her spine, along her legs, and into her toes.

            It felt like forever before he let her breathe. He didn’t let go of her hair, but rather used it to turn her around and push her back to her knees. Then he took the torn remains of her shirt and crudely tied her hands behind her back, tight enough to hold her still but loose enough to let the blood continue to flow.

            He pushed her face down onto the ground and rubbed one hand over her bare flesh. With a swat, he smacked her bottom, causing her to jump a little bit, grinding the dirt from the forest floor into her hair, pulling it out of place even more than the random branches had already mussed it.          
She heard him doing something behind her, but every time she started to wonder what, he would spank her again, pushing her head deeper into the dirt and detritus. He swatted her again and again, casually hitting her every few seconds. Sometimes, he’d let her readjust a little, then go back to hitting her increasingly red behind.

            The dirt under her was starting to get softer as her sweat mixed with it, slowly turning it to a sticky, but cool, mud that clung to her flesh.

            Val had caught her breath, but was still breathing heavily from the spanking, from the knowledge that she was completely naked other than her hiking boots, and from the knowledge that he could tell very clearly, from both sight and smell, how turned on she was.

            The spanking stopped, and she heard movement. Suddenly, he was pulling her hair again, pulling her onto her knees. He stood in front of her, as naked as the primal beast, his cock thrusting hard towards her face.

            He didn’t ask, didn’t order, didn’t suggest. He just pulled her by her hair until her lips touched his cock, then pulled her down the shaft as he pushed it past her mouth and down her throat, deeper and deeper. Val’s eyes were wide, almost panicking, at just how big it was. It seemed to go further and further down her throat, so much that she was sure it would pass all the way through her.

            He groaned and pulled her head back a little, then slid his shaft back in. Even if she wanted to resist, there was nothing for Val to do. He had her off balance, he had her bound, and there was no stopping him from having his way with her. She sucked with an eagerness that surprised her, moaning whenever he pulled out, groaning when he pushed deeper and deeper inside.

            Her jaw ached, her ankle throbbed, and she became a little distracted. As soon as she started to let her mind wander, he pushed his cock all the way down her throat, pressing the tip of it against her soft palate. She clutched her thumbs behind her back, fighting off the gag reflex, and realized that she couldn’t breathe. He had pushed back so far that he completely cut off her air. She couldn’t get anything in through her nose, nor anything around the huge cock pressed so far down her throat she was sure he was practically in her lungs.

            She tried to swallow, tried to push him out, but the movement of the back of her throat seemed only to encourage him. He moaned in pleasure for a few seconds. But just as Val was about to panic, he pulled out, all the way, and let go of her hair. She gasped for breath, coughing as her eyes watered.

            Then she was on her back, arms crushed underneath her as he roughly pushed her legs wide. There was no hesitation, no slow circumstance; he just plunged his cock into her, all the way, hard and fast. She gasped in a mixture of shock, pain, and ecstasy. Her vision was blurred from tears, and faded around the edges from the way he was tossing her around like a rag doll.

            He thrust into her, grunting like an animal, pushing all the way in, like he was trying to climb inside her, like he was trying to rip her in half. And it felt like he could, like he would. And like she wanted him to.

            Her feet came up, and she wrapped her legs around him, crossing her ankles behind his back and not even noticing the pain in her sprained ankle as she did it. She arched her back, pressing the back of her head into the now muddy ground. Her hands clutched at the half rotted leaves behind her and she screamed in pleasure when the change in position let him, somehow, get even deeper inside her.

            He was on his knees, pounding into her, his hands gripping her hips, fingers digging into her skin. His grunts were getting louder, and the hungry glint in his eyes made them almost glow. He moved her body as much as he moved his, manhandling her in a way that left no doubt whatsoever that they weren’t having sex. He was fucking her.

            Val felt him crest, felt him orgasm, and felt his cum inside her. The sudden blast of it pushed her over the edge, and her scream of pleasure almost drowned out his growling moan of pleasure. He kept pumping away at her as the orgasm stretched out, then suddenly pulled out, letting his cock continue to spit stream after stream of cum onto her stomach, over her breasts, some of it even making it as far as her chin.

            Finally, when his cock had stopped spurting and spasming, he sat back on his haunches and casually tossed her to the side. Val landed heavily on her side in the dirt and the mud, completely and utterly filthy. She was dizzy with endorphins, and barely even noticed.

            It took some time for her to remember how to do certain things. First she remembered how to breathe. Then she remembered how to control the muscles in her body, how to move. Slowly, she came back to herself and to her body. She felt the filth all around her, felt the soreness of her pussy and the throb of her ankle. She felt the cloth cutting into her wrists, the rawness of her throat, and all the little cuts and scrapes she’d gotten during the chase.

            She caught her breath, unable to keep the smile off her face. He helped her to her feet, but made no move to untie her arms or to help clean her off. She felt his cum dripping down her body and out of her pussy, and knew she looked a mess.

            He smiled at her.

            “We’re about a quarter mile from the car,” he said. He turned her to face the right direction. “I left your clothes there.”

            He sat down and started to get dressed, and Val turned to look at him with shock clear on her face. “You didn’t bring my clothes?”

            He shrugged. “No one is going to see you,” he said. Then he thought about it. “Probably.”

            He pulled on his own shoes, stood up, and pulled the t-shirt down over his torso.

            “Well go on,” he said, swatting her lightly on her still sore ass. “I’ll be right behind you.”

            He smirked. Bared his teeth. Growled a little bit.

            Val started walking back towards the car, wondering if anyone would see her. Wondering if she’d get back to her clothes before his cum dried all over her. Wondering if she’d ever be clean again, if she’d ever feel clean again.

            She smiled, knowing that she really, honestly, didn’t care.


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