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…continued…

And – goddess help me – my little girl started throbbing and weeping again – what the fuck is wrong with me? I asked myself – clearly not for the first time. I am such a warped and twisted bitch.

“I think you owe me an apology,” he stated expectantly as he performed a gentle thrust between my cheeks which forced my mound firmly into the earth and added an indecent pressure on my clit, “it’s the least you could do after trying to murder me,” he continued in a deceptively soft and sultry voice, as he slid himself against my body once more. He let out a breathy groan directly into my ear, then added a ticklingly soft and deliciously wet lick, and then a nip and a tug to my ear lobe that sent an electrifying jolt through my body.

I realized at that point that my breath must have returned to me, because it went right back out again in a startled whoosh. I started to tremble in panic, realizing in earnest, just how bad my situation had truly become.

I’m about to be forced then murdered by a not so gay, not so foreign super model ninja – only, I’m not so sure it will even be rape because I’m not so sure that I don’t want it – like really, REALLY badly. And also, I kind of think I might deserve to have a wet, red smile painted across my throat in retaliation for my botched attempt at ~~cold~~ hot blooded murder. FUCK! I am so viciously fucked. I fucked up really, really, really, really bad this time, I thought with a tortured, self-deprecating groan.

“Scared yet little rabbit?” Another thrust, another lick, another nip, another tug, another groan, as he continued to use the threat of his powerful body to sexually subdue and intimidate me.

I shuddered. It should have been with fear and loathing, but I wasn’t that delusional. Don’t get me wrong, I was still terrified – I wasn’t looking forward to being stabbed. Umm…left me qualify that; I wasn’t looking forward to being stabbed with my own knife and bleeding out onto the lonely, cold ground – there definitely seemed to be another part of me that was looking forward to a good stabbing. So, so, soooooo wrong in the brain. I thought with disgust, shaking my head in denial.

“You should be.” Grind, lick, nip, tug, then a rough sigh followed by a promise. “I am going to FUCK. YOU. RAW.” whimper – to be clear, that was me whimpering, not him – “then I’m going to hang you by your fucking ankles and cut just enough flesh off you to make you very desirable to any wandering carnivores – but still keep you in appealing enough condition to make a nice gift for any human predators that might also wander by – and then leave you to die.” Hard thrust – whimper – grind, bite – “ow!” – demonic laugh, tug, harder thrust, moan – to be clear, that moan was me – wait! WHAT?!? How could I possibly still be aroused after listening to his plans for me?

More demonic chuckling from him, “You like that?” circular grind, thrust, “you’re a little bit of not-right, aren’t you?” Lick, bite, thrust – moan (yup, me again). “First you spy on me, during my ‘alone time’,” he accused with another thrust, giving the words ‘alone time’ a special emphasis that conjured up images that made me pant, “then you try to stick your little toothpick in my throat,” thrust, “and then you make me chase you all over these god damned woods without any shoes, or clothes on – I’ll make you pay for my bloody feet and tattered hide.” Hard thrust, harder thrust, bite – breathy sigh (me again) – suck.

“Uhhhh,” I wasn’t expecting the wet tongue that swirled its way around my lobe as he suckled it, or the hot open-mouthed kiss on my neck, and the sucking pressure over my throbbing jugular. I took in a swift uncontrolled breath, feeling a little dizzy and light-headed as my hips decided to start grinding along with his, of their own volition. Well that’s embarrassing. Way to give your rapist the right impression, Sasha.

“You’re a dirty, dirty bunny.” I couldn’t agree more. This was punctuated with a lick from the vertebrae at the base of my neck, straight up to my hairline, causing my internal female muscles to involuntarily clamp down around his phantom limb, as the image of his cock thrusting inside my channel took over my brain.

“I can’t wait to fuck your little rabbit hole,” he panted in my ear, while positioning both my hands together in his left hand, so he could free up his right for…other things…

“Maybe I’ll take you’re your bum-hole too, and your pie-hole,” he punctuated his filthy words with a lick to the corner of my mouth, “…all your holes…,” he groaned, wetly into my neck, being deliberately crude, “I’ll fill them all..” SPANK!

“Annhh!” I moaned as my ass lifted into his hand – so embarrassing, where is my fucking pride now, my self-decency? Have I no shame? I fought a war inside myself and forced my body back into the ground and into stillness and submission. I took a shuddering, gulping breath of air, and willed myself not to lose it, not to start crying. But I was desperately close to the edge of reason.

I’d been driven beyond rage, beyond terror, beyond exhaustion, beyond arousal, beyond embarrassment and completely beyond my own fucking ability to keep my shit together.

This was more emotion packed into the space of less than one day, than I’d had to deal with in the last six years combined. I was totally fucking short circuiting.

**Chapter Seven – The Thrill of the Chase**

This is completely fucking out of control, thought Max, totally shocked by his own disgraceful behavior. What had started out with embarrassment at being caught in a compromising situation, and then morphed into the biggest turn-on of his life, as he waved his exhibition ‘flag’ high for the enjoyment of the beautiful voyeur he’d caught peeping on him, had then turned into the most blinding rage he’d ever experienced as he realized, with shock, that she’d very nearly killed him – a shock which hadn’t seemed to dull his ardor in the least.

He’d wanted to teach her a lesson, scare the crap out of her – make her think that he was going to coldly use her body as a fuck toy, then cut her up into tiny pieces for the crows to feed on. He was so fucking angry, and the chase – he’d never realized how fucking exhilarating chasing a women could be – but catching her…

Oh my fuck! His entire body gave one great big shudder of pleasure.

Catching her was enough to shut all higher functions down and send all available blood straight into his poor abused, blue balls and give him the most raging hard on of his life. He could barely focus on one coherent thought in his brain – not a problem, at current, since he didn’t seem to have any – besides the driving urge to put hard wood high up inside that filthy little rabbit hole, pull it back out, shove it back in harder, repeat, until he exploded and filled her dirty insides to overflowing.

She hadn’t behaved quite as he’d expected, though. There was supposed to have been more terror, and screaming, and tears, and a whole lot less moaning and grinding.

This girl is deliciously wrong.

…TBC…

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