Her breath came in short, painful gasps as she ran through
the trees, scanning for places to hide. She knew there were spots; she wasn't
completely unfamiliar with this setting.
He was somewhere back there. On her trail. Coming for her.
She could almost smell his desire. She paused, shivering in the darkening gloam
of the evening. Her ears were on high alert, listening for any trace of a sound
that might tell her he was close.
The tree she had stopped beside was rough against her nearly
bare skin. All she wore was a simple dress, more of a shift really, that barely
covered the fact that she wore no bra and only flimsy panties.
What was that? Her
head turned toward the sound. Did a
branch crack? Without a sound, she was off again, darting to the right, where
she vaguely remembered there might be an old barn...
Low underbrush scraped at her legs, leaving red lines. She
barely noticed, even when a particularly thorny plant snagged her skin and left
a small trail of blood to snake down her thigh.
There! A dim shape
suddenly rose out of the gloom: a weathered old barn, its creaky doors sitting unguarded
and askew, its roof obviously half caved in. It gently invited her to hide in
its depths.
She paused at the entrance, cocked her head, listening. He
was out there, hunting her... but he was too good: she couldn't sense a thing. Without
a sound, she slipped into the crumbling structure.
The smell of musty hay and oil greeted her nostrils. She had
to pick her way over various wooden beams, farm tools, and other, unidentified
objects. Near the back of the structure,
she found some old horse stalls. Perhaps she could crouch inside a nook or
cranny there…
One look into the small wooden horse pens made her realize
that these were too obvious; he'd find her in an instant. This barn offered
nothing for her. She turned to find an escape, but there he was, silhouetted
against the entrance.
He was so large that his form seemed to fill the entryway.
She shuddered and instinctively ducked, although he couldn't see her from his
angle.
As quietly as possible, she slipped into the nearest stall;
there were no other options. Maybe if she hid right against the wall... didn't
even breathe...
"I know you're in here, little fawn..." His voice
carried through the barn, even though he spoke softly.
She tried to suppress her shiver of fear, ignoring the way
the cleft between her thighs began to heat.
He moved like an animal, intent on rousting his prey,
seeming to come straight for her hiding space... But no—he’d stopped to look in
another area.
She dared to lean
forward, stealing a glance between the rotting boards. He was like a wolf,
scenting for her. She wondered if he could smell her fear, or perhaps her
growing arousal.
When she pulled back, the traitorous boards creaked, the
small sound like a gunshot in the still darkness of the barn. She actually felt his teeth bare in a satisfied
smile, even from across the distance between them.
"I've found you, my little one," he murmured,
stalking toward her location. "And I'm very very hungry..."
With a shriek, she jumped up and tried to push past him, intent
on gaining her freedom. He caught her easily, his body blocking her escape, his
arms encircling her much smaller frame.
With a laugh that sounded to her ears like a triumphant
howl, he wrapped one fist in her hair while the other encircled her throat.
Then he pushed her back into the stall.
With ease, he pressed her back, dropping her flat onto the dusty
old hay covering the floor, his body coming down to cover hers. Her instincts
took over and she kicked and squirmed, trying to escape. A low snarl escaped
her lips as he pinned her wrists against the ground.
His body on top of hers, his hands holding her wrists, he
bent and found her throat, his mouth closing on one side of her neck. His teeth
bit into her, gently at first, then harder, until her body stiffened, and she
squealed with pain.
Then he sat up and looked her in the eyes. "Mine,"
he growled at her. He pushed her wrists together, grasping both with one of his
large palms. His other hand slipped between them, grasping her panties and effortlessly
pulling them down. His fingers felt for her pussy, held it. "Mine,"
he said again.
Her eyes were big as she stared up at him. She was
trembling, but she couldn't tell any more whether it was with fear or desire.
Both warred within her.
He wasn't waiting for her to decide. She was his prey, and
he wanted to taste her. With a grunt, he pushed her dress up around her chest,
bent, and pulled one of her breasts into his mouth, his teeth gnawing at the
tender nipple. The hand restraining her let go of her wrists as he reached to
undo his pants.
Automatically, she pushed at him, her senses kicking back
in. She must fight, run! She wasn't held
down now! She pushed at his shoulders, clawed at his back, tried to kick at
him.
With a curse, he grabbed her by the hair and roughly yanked her
head to one side, causing her to gasp with pain. His other hand went to his
waist, where he slid off his belt. With seeming ease, he flipped her over and pulled
her to her feet as he rose. Then he pushed her against the side of the stall, looping
the thick leather strap around a rusted metal bar that ran between the stalls
and securing her hands.
Her back to him, he grabbed her hips and pulled her toward
him so that her ass stuck out. She wasn't prepared for his large hand to come
down on her naked flesh. He struck her rapidly, spanking her so hard that it
took her breath away. Whimpers of pain escaped her throat with each blow until
she broke down and began to sob.
Suddenly, he was against her, his hard cock easily thrusting
into her body. Finding her pussy so wet and eager for him, he groaned, one hand
grasping her hip tightly enough to leave bruises. Wrapping his fist in her hair
again, he pulled her back against him and fucked her hard, the animal in him
enjoying this position, enjoying the soft grunts that escaped her every time he
buried himself deep inside her.
When he felt himself close to coming, he let go of her hair
and bent down, wrapping his arms around her and squeezing her breasts with his large,
rough hands, pinching her nipples to make her cry out. He felt her pussy clench
around him, sank his teeth into the back of her shoulder, and came hard inside
of her. Her answering pants and the way her pussy throbbed around him only
inflamed his climax as she came hard on his cock.
When it was over, he stood and looked at her. "I should
just leave you here, bad little girl," he teased gently.
She gazed up at him with big, trusting eyes. “What? And
leave me as prey to the wolves?” she countered softly. He smiled, kissed the
top of her head, and bent to undo the belt.
