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***This is a fictional erotic story written by me, about me and from my point of view. You should not be reading this if you’re not of legal age, 18 in America, 21 in some other countries. I never explain in my CNC stories how consent was garnered. I have a post named “How I approach stories about CNC/R**p*ay” pinned on my page explaining why. CNC relationships come in all forms, including scenes that may seem/feel too real. I can assure you that since the stories are all the time starring me as the prey, I consent. This is my fantasy, not yours. You are not being forced to read this, so if you choose to then be nice and enjoy. ☺️***

“You can’t hide all night, you could freeze. Get eaten by a bear” I yelled, coming to a stop. I quieted, trying to hear her feet crunch the leaves and twigs that scattered the mountain floor. My eyes had adjusted to the dark already but with no light pollution, only the shadows of the woods were visible. The silhouette of large pines and aspen leaves peeking out without conformity. Off in the distance to the right, crunchhhh. I remain frozen, knowing she is listening too. Twigs start to snap, the leaves slowly crunching as her light footsteps proceed away from me. I knew I would catch up to her so I took my time and enjoyed the hunt. Letting her exhaust herself on the rough terrain. I stalk behind, stepping behind a tree. “I can heeeear youuuu” I sang in her direction, my silhouette hidden behind the trunk of a large tree.

I heard her pitter-patter quicken as she to found cover behind a tree. As I heard the forest go quiet again, I stepped out from behind the tree and start walking in her direction. Her heavy breathing & whimpering echoing off the trees as she shouted “I’m not coming back with you.” I continued my slow walk in her direction, letting out a snicker at how wrong she really was. “You’re so lucky that I get a kick out of these little games you like to play. If not, I would have just let you run and sent your husband the pictures. I like the hunt though, so here we are” I responded back. “Ughhhh” she wined, sitting up and running again. The darkness of the woods made it difficult to run for a long time. She had to be careful of the uneven ground, rocks, bushes, and even the trees. She stopped again, hiding behind a different tree. I knew exactly where she was, having kept my pace exactly the same. I whistled as I continued in her direction.

“Nnnnn….sniffle” her weeping audible and stuffy. “J-J-Just go, leave me here” she said as clearly as her emotions would allow. She knew I would never do that. Am I a sadist? Absolutely, but possessive at that. If anything or anyone would be hurting her, it would be me. “Ohhh you know I would never do that, you’re far too useful to me.” I was only about 50 feet out from the tree she had last hidden behind. I could hear her jaw chattering, the cold setting in. The adrenaline had to be pumping through her body by now, but that wouldn’t last forever. I stepped around the tree, looking down at her seated against its bark. Her knees tucked into her chest & arms wrapped around her legs.

Upon seeing me, she jolted to her left, landing on her hands and knees. She quickly crawled under where my arms would have been if she stood up. Once past me, she went to stand up and run back towards the cabin. I grabbed her leg and pulled it out from under her, returning her to the forest floor. Her hands and arms absorbing the fall with scratching thud. I rolled her over on her back, straddling and pinning her to the ground. I placed my knees on each hand, leaving my hands free. I grabbed her face, her mouth forming into a pout as I squished her cheeks with my hand. “I found you” I said, grinning evilly down at her. She tried putting up a fight again, struggling to rock her head back and forth out of my hands. Her chest barely lifting off the ground and her hips bucking up as she tried to get me off. In this position her wiggling and flailing was useless. I felt my dick twitching at her attempts, I was excited to get her back to the cabin.

This time she wouldn’t be left free to roam though. She was stronger than I had given credit but I wouldn’t make that mistake again. The only reason we were in the woods at all is because she found it appropriate to kick her legs and swing her arms around. The kick in the shin is what made me release my grip and allowed her to get outside. As much as my shin throbbed, she underestimated my enjoyment of a challenge. She knew I had the control here. She knew that before the night ended she would be used and beaten. I had visited her a couple times by this encounter, her arousal never failing to surprise me. She would either be my good little fuck doll or I would ruin her marriage. Guess which one she all the time picked. I have had plenty of kinky partners over the years but this was different. I read the things she wrote that most people never tell another person. I know what she really wants. Sure, she may have moments of genuine fear and distress, even try the line “they’re just stories, it’s all fantasy” but I don’t believe her. Her body doesn’t even believe her.

“I am going to take you back now. If you kick or hit me again, I will tie you to a tree and spend the night caning you. Since you won’t have time to heal before you go back, I will have to make it look like you fell while hiking. I think you know that wouldn’t be pleasant. Is this what you want to happen?” I asked. Her eyes widened and she shook her head no frantically. I grabbed the towel and rope I had on my belt and shoved the towel into her mouth, wrapping the rope around her face. I got off her telling her to “stand up and walk.” She stood up, wiping the dirt and leaves off and start walking back to the cabin. I followed behind her, pushing her forward “faster,” I snapped. She tripped a bit, catching her footing before it became a full fall. She seemed to be walking slowly on purpose so I picked her up, tossing her over my shoulder. Her ass was sitting directly next to my face, I couldn’t refrain from spanking her just once. Nice and firm. She shrieked a bit, likely more out of surprise. Her arms rag-dolled against my back swaying as I made my way back.

Approaching the cabin, I took her off my shoulder and placed her on the ground. “Get inside” I growled. She walked inside, sitting on the couch as I followed her in. “No I don’t think so. Stand up” I demanded. She stood up, still unable to speak through the towel and rope. I grabbed another rope and start to wrap it around her wrists “you had your fun, and now it’s my turn” I said excitedly. She looked at me, making sad puppy dog eyes. She didn’t know what I had in store next but she knew to be worried. I pulled the rope above her head, tossing it over the exposed and sturdy beams lining the ceiling. This created a makeshift pulley. I pulled on my end, her arms reaching far above her head forcing her to balance on her tiptoes. I tied my end of the rope to the bottom of the couch leg, holding her in place.

Taking a step towards her I stood directly behind, taking in her scent. Stress pheromones combining with her sweet perfume or lotion. I was close enough for her to know I was there. My warmth seeping off onto her, my breath landing directly above her. She was doing her best to balance on her top toes, swinging slightly back and forth as she over corrected. I reached above, wrapping one arm around her waist and pulling her towards me, groping her breasts through her shirt. She never wore a bra, making it much easier for me. Her neck fell back onto me as I twisted her nipples between my thumb and index finger. I released and made my way
to the front of her.

She still had her clothes on. Her tank top in shambles from the wood. I reached in my pocket and pulled out my knife. She start hopping around, squealing throw the makeshift gag. I moved in closer to her. Her movement start to slow as the sharp object crept in closer, she not wanting to be accidentally knocked from her own doing. Normally I wouldn’t do this, but with how she had behaved this evening I had no choice. I put the knife to her throat and slowly traced it down to her chest. Her eyes filled with tears “pwee- cough – pwease” she said barley audible. I kept eye contact, only looking down to cut her shirt off.

I put the pocket knife away, satisfied with the shirt in pieces at her feet. I gripped her yoga pants, peeling them down. Simultaneously I removed her underwear as well, leaving her completely naked. She hung there, balancing and clearly exhausted. I could tell how tired she was but I wasn’t finished. She was very relieved the knife was out away, her demeanor returning to uncomfortable but calm. I walked over to the bag that I had brought, pulling out a butt plug. Returning to her, I kneeled down at face level with her pussy. Noticing how wet she was I asked “do you want me to put this in your wet cunt before I put it in your ass?” She looked down at me, signaling yes. I stood up and made my way behind her and leaning in close and whispering “I know you do.”

With that, I shoved it directly in her ass without lubrication. She lifted one leg and bent it in, scrunching her stomach as she did her best to absorb the pain. I walked around front looking at her soaking it in. Once she returned to calm, I picked up nipple clamps and returned. I pinched the first clip open, closing it on her first nipple enjoying her face expressions. I followed up with the second one, taking a step back.

After trying to decide what was missing, I walked over the the bedside drawer and grabbed a marker. Returning to my hanging sex doll, I removed the cap “what should we write on you?” She didn’t respond, finding it difficult to speak clearly without drooling. I walked closer and bent over, writing “slut” on her stomach. Drawing an arrow to her nipples, I wrote the word “pinch” on each side of her breasts. On her left leg, “whore” and on her right “bitch.” Circling around back, I spread her ass cheek, writing my name on the inside wishing I could have branded it instead. Satisfied with that for now, I put the marker away and returned.

She had now been hanging from the rafters for at least 45 minutes. I knew her shoulders and arms were aching for release and would be incredibly weak. I released the pulley, letting her slump to the floor in a pile in front of me. “Get up on your knees” I told her. She pressed into her palms and pushed up, her arms shaking to discover the strength. Brushing on her wrists already forming from the ties, making me even harder. Once she was on her knees, I released the rope and pulled out the towel replacing it with my cock. With her mouth fully around me, I pulled her head back to look up at me. Holding her head in place, I stroked my cock back and forth along her tongue. She gagged, spit falling down her chin and out of her mouth. My balls slapped her chin as I continued to invade her mouth. Her big brown eyes keeping contact, just as she knew I liked. I pulled out, slapping my cock against her cheeks. “Stand up and put your hands on the table” I commanded.

She followed direction, bending slightly over with her hands flat on the table. I slid into her pussy from behind reaching around to play with her clit. It was rare that I let her cum at all. This was for my pleasure, not hers. So instead, I got her very close and stopped. She moaned out angrily, unable to finish. Her frustration flushing out her face into a blush color. “You don’t deserve to cum. You were a bad girl and ran. Bad girls don’t cum” I told her as I continued sliding in and out of her pussy knowing she hates cum on her face.

I got close to cumming, so I pulled out and forced her to her knees exploding directly onto her face. She scrunched her eyes and mouth shut, trying to avoid it as much as she could. “Open your eyes and mouth” I told her. She slowly opened both, my cum dropping into both. Once I caught my breath, I walked to the bathroom, filling the tub with warm water. I walked back to my tired, used, and bodily fluid covered body and placed her in the water. She slid under, rinsing her face so she could gain back her eyesight as I left her there to get clean.

NSFW: yes

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