Don’t Run
Everything seemed louder when running away. Every crunch of the leaves, every turn made. It all seemed to echo through the woods as I ran. However, that meant his steps echoed too, I could have him following behind me, taking the same steps, the same path. But he was gaining on me. Fast.
It cursed myself for not paying attention during self-defence classes. But as I ran I couldn’t remember anything, I couldn’t render what I should do, how I should defend myself. The only thing I knew was to run. Run fast and run far. But it wasn’t good enough. He was stronger than me, faster, and smarter. With every turn I took he would cut off the corner, getting closer and closer to me. Until finally, his fingers grabbed my clothes, just the smallest brush offset my balance, sending me tumbling onto the forest floor. I quickly flipped over, trying to fight my way out, but he was quicker, grabbing my wrists and pinning them to the ground, towering over my body.
But the earth beneath up was soft, his grip not as strong as he thought as I pushed my wrists into the dirt and slipped out of his grip. I managed to roll us both over, jumping to my feet and speeding off again. He grabbed my top in an attempt to stop me, but the flimsy material ripped easily under his grip and I left it behind, my only concern was getting as far away from him as possible.
I had another head start, he was slow getting up from the ground and I was nimble on my feet. The chase had begun again. The forest was briefly familiar, I used to come here for hiking and other… things. We had strayed far from the trails now, the forest had become denser and harder to run through. I tried to find my way back, desperately looking for a trail but it was no use. The forest was beating me. And it seemed likely soon he would be too. My bra was the only thing protecting me from the elements, the breeze cold against my bare skin. However, with every turn I made, every twist I took and every tree I crashed into, there was no layer of protection. Just the harsh bark against the flesh, the ting twigs branches scratching against skin.
I felt my heart stop with relief when I saw a dirt path, years of human footsteps had made it clear within the forest. Mistakenly, I stopped for a moment, relief washing over me. I was stupid, his fingers wrapped around my hair and pulled me backwards, dragging a scream from my lips as he through me into a tree trunk.
‘Thought you could run away from me?’ he growled, his free hand wrapping around my throat and his body pressing against mine to keep me up against the tree. ‘You didn’t seriously think it would be that easy?’ with his hand still around my throat, he brushed his thumb along my jaw, but I couldn’t pull away.
‘I think you’ve run far enough, and escaping from me wasn’t a good idea.’ he whispered, pushing my body up so that I was forced to stand on my tiptoes, his hand on my throat the only thing that was keeping me upright. I couldn’t struggle away, I couldn’t fight back. My vision began to blur as he spoke to me.
‘We need to teach you a proper lesson.’ he mumbled, holding me tightly until my vision blurred into blackness.
When I woke there was no bark in my back, no hand around my throat. But my wrists were bound behind me, I couldn’t close my mouth and I was laid on a concrete floor. I flicked my tongue along the ring that kept my mouth open, I could taste rubber. My hair fell over my face and blocked my view. The creaking sound of a metal door opening echoed through the room, a chorus of male voices stepping in. I froze, I recognised the voice of the man who captured me, talking of everyone else.
‘I promised you something good.’ he laughed. ‘Get that hair out of her face.’ An unfamiliar hand grabbed my hair and used it to pull me into the sitting position, I screamed out as he tugged roughly on my roots to pull them together in a ponytail.
‘Now we have a handle.’ one man joked with his hand in my hair pulling my head from side to side like a ragdoll. I looked up as the men surrounded me but my vision was still blurred from just waking up. I tried to blink away the blur but it was no use.
‘Enjoy my friends.’ he smiled and left the room. The door creaked closed and I was left at the mercy of six blurred figures.
‘Let’s get you somewhere more satisfying.’ one said, grabbing my ponytail and pulling me forward, if he wasn’t holding onto my hair I would have fallen face-first onto the concrete floor. He kicked my legs beneath me so I was kneeling, my body hanging by my ponytail. ‘Can’t break that pretty face, we’ll need it.’ he said, lowering me to the floor. The concrete was rough against my cheek, but not as rough as the hands that began to grab me. I could feel the hands on my body, on my ass, grabbing at my breasts and pulling down the cups to pinch my nipples. I tried to scream and squirm away that was met with smacks and pulls. Tears slipped down my cheeks as they manhandled me, my jaw beginning to ache. I tried to scream as my shorts and panties were pulled down, fingers immediately intruding between my pussy lips.
‘Look how much she wants this! Already so wet!’ a voice laughed, two fingers pushing into me. I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping this was some miserable nightmare. But as someone grabbed my ponytail to lift my head, I knew this was all very real. A male was sat in front of me, his legs spread either side of me and his hard cock poking out of his jeans.
‘Told you we’d need that pretty face.’ he smirked, gently stroking my cheek before he used my ponytail to direct me onto his cock. I couldn’t close my mouth, I couldn’t deny him what he wanted. I squeezed my eyes shut, choking as his cock hit the back of my throat, triggering my gag reflex. He held my hair firm as I squirmed and screamed around his shaft, which only seemed to thrill him more.
My eyes shot open when two fingers pushed into my cunt. Tears feel down my cheeks as my body betrayed me, reacting to the fingers inside me as they bent, trying to find a pleasurable spot for me. I couldn’t deny the jolts of pleasure I felt with his bent fingers. A hand on each of my ankles kept them apart and on the floor, whether they belonged to the same man or two different ones I couldn’t tell. But I knew the finger that pushed past the tight ring of my asshole belonged to the same hand that was in my pussy. I screeched, tensing my whole body and bitting around the gag.
‘This bitch is so tight, squeezing nicely.’ one voice behind me laughed, but the man who has his cock in my mouth was less pleased.
‘Maybe but this gag doesn’t protect much.’ he snapped, smacking my cheek a few times my biting had caused my teeth to graze against his shaft.
‘Don’t worry you’ll get your turn up here. Everyone will.’ more tears fell.
The stranger’s fingers continued to thrust into me, all three of my holes being violated together. It wasn’t long before the cock was pulled out of my mouth, a trail of saliva still connecting my lips to his tip. He passed my ponytail onto another man and moved out of the way, his cock being replaced by another. This man decided to stand, pulling my hair upwards and down onto his cock, holding the base of it as he pushed is against my cheek, taking enjoyment watching me cough and spluttered around his cock. The fingers inside my pussy disappeared and I sighed in relief, but I wasn’t prepared for it to be replaced by something bigger. I cried out around the strangers cock as I felt the foreign cock stretched me. Thrusting me at a rapid pace, trying to find his pleasure. His pelvis smacked against my thighs, the thrusting was almost painful.
They continued thrusting and chasing their orgasm, not caring around me. I couldn’t deny how my body betrayed me, arousal growing and wetness beginning to drip down my thighs. The groan behind from behind me and the twitching of his cock told me he had found his orgasm. He pulled out of me, his cum leaking out down my leg. The cock was replaced by another, cum and arousal mixing as a lube for him. A few thrusts into my pussy before he pulled out, moving upwards to press his tip against my asshole.
I screamed out around the cock in my mouth, my squirming triggering his orgasm. Cum filled my mouth and slipped down my throat when he pulled out cum dripped out of my mouth and onto the floor. I had no time to figure out anything else as a rock-solid cock was pushed into my asshole, painfully stretching me. There was no cock in my mouth to muffle the screaming as he began to ruthlessly thrust. My face fell to the floor, my cheek laying in the puddle of cum on the floor. I couldn’t stop the tears from falling, the pain was so much. Being stretching with barely any lube to make it easier. Despite all of this, my pussy was still wet, even more so the pain from anal.
‘This hole has been used before. So welcoming.’ he laughed, continuing to thrust. He laughed at his thrust, every movement pulling a cry of pain from me. He continued to thrust, my pain only spurring him on until he let out a groan of satisfaction, finally cumming inside my asshole.
He pulled out roughly, letting my fall forward onto my stomach. They untied my wrists, muttering something to each other as they did and took off my gag. I didn’t move from the floor, lying limp and hopeless as the tears continued to fall. The large door creaked open as the men left, congratulating each other as I lay. I could still feel the presence of someone else however, someone who was not here before.
A blanket was laid over me. I recognised it, it was soft and smelt so familiar. Like safety. I grabbed the blanket, balling my fists in the material. The blanket was tucked around my body by two hands, the blanket covered my head and was used to gather me into the arms of a male. I relaxed as soon as I smelt the familiar cologne of him. Burning my face into his chest as he carried me out of the room. The blanket still covered my head and I couldn’t see where we were going. But the journey was short, I was laid down on a soft mattress, a thicker sheet being pulled over me and him together. I finally pulled the blanket away from my head, a smile crossing my lips as I looked up him.
‘Hello princess.’ he smiled down at me, gently stroking my cheek.
‘Hello.’ My voice was horse from crying.
‘How are you feeling?’ he asked, rubbing his fingers along my shoulder.
‘Sore.’ I smiled.
‘A good sore though?’ he asked, I nodded, shuffling closer to him and burying my head into his chest.
‘We will get you a nice bath later.’ he grabbed my hip, rubbing his thumb on my hip.
‘Did you have a good time?’
‘Yes.’ I answered immediately, it was terrifying, but arousing nonetheless.
I wanted to do it again
