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Her chest was heaving greatly, while her heart beat loudly, as panic engulfed her with her legs racing through the woodlands to get away, to escape, but she knew any attempt was hopeless. Even still, she was alert to every noise that filled the air, of small animals scurrying to and fro, of a variety of birds singing to each other high up in the trees, of the rustle from dead leaves and briars disturbed by the wind and other creatures that populated the forest and then there was the Predator who was stalking her.

She felt defenceless and exposed, since she was already stripped to a pair of black stockings and high heels, and then ordered by him to run. To run as fast as she could if she wanted to escape from his clutches and avoid the perverted games, he had planned for her. She had seen the menace in his eyes and the intent in his salivating mouth, as he previously eyed his prize, before handing her a slice of hope to escape her destiny that day.

She knew he was near. She could smell his scent, his passion, his sweat — it was in the air, it was in the trees, it was at every turn. Her heart palpitated as she ran further into the forest, except for all she knew she may have been running around in circles, with him high up on a platform, watching her every move, her panic, her fruitless attempt in avoiding his capture.

She recalled her fate previously, when he caught his prey. The initial sudden hold he had on her, as he placed a cloth bag over her head, before binding her hands together and then dragging her by a leash through the woods back to his lair. How she stumbled on various occasions in those blasted heels as he pulled her further and further and always, she was blind to the world around her. She tried as best she could to take in the sounds she heard as she was pulled along a path, of more rustling, more animals, more featured creatures, of his deep breath baying in anticipation to what he would do to her.

Those memories were fresh in her mind, as she went pass tree after tree, always lost to her location, now and then stopping to try and gauge if she had previously passed that way before and if she could spy a roadway, smoke from a chimney stack, civilisation, her escape. Deep down she knew he would eventually ensnare her. It was expected. Breathing heavy still, she took several breathes at a rest, leaning against the bark of a large tree. Trying to catch her breath again, however, there was to be little respite. Glancing up and around her position she noticed a movement and out of the thicket, he suddenly appeared in her line of sight away in the distance.

He wasn’t looking in her direction and he appeared to be surveying another area of the woodlands, but time stood still for her in that moment. She wanted to cry out, to scream, but her own self-protecting awareness came into play, as she bit down hard on her lips, while clasping a hand over her own mouth, before jumping behind the large bark. Her naked chest heaved greatly again and she swallowed hard, before she instinctively removed the heels and then she began to run again. Run and keep running. She had decided she would prefer to accept the nuisance of her feet striking a sharp stone, or a branch, or standing on any thorns scattered upon the undergrowth, because she knew her pace would be quicker without the heels to hinder her.

She gathered more speed, while more memories of her previous fate within his clutches came back to remind her. Of how he had pulled her blind-folded back to his camp, and how he then bent her over a frame, binding her ankles with her legs spread and her bound wrists tied in front of her. And at that point the punishment began.

First of all, it was her Ass which received a number of strikes. Each cheek, one after the other and she could only imagine what implements he had used, but she had an idea a belt had struck her first of all, then a bamboo stick and possibly a whip. The pain upon her bottom was red and Hot and fierce and uncomfortable and gradually it became warm and glowing and needful. She recalled the sensation she felt as he had shown no mercy and how she loved it. How powerful it was. One strike after another, and another, and another. The warmth, the heat, the passion, the moaning, the cries, receiving it, taking it, wanting it, needing it, and then he stopped.

At that moment she could then feel him standing behind her. She was expecting it. She knew he would take her soon after he captured her, after the thrill and the passion of the chase had built up within him, but she also knew he would use her roughly. He couldn’t see her expression at that moment, but underneath the dull canvas bag over her head, she had shut her eyes tightly, as she gave out a slight whimper, while relaxing the muscles within her butt hole, as he initially pushed, before ramming his member into her arse. A slow pace at first, but then he took ownership of her tightest hole and he began pounding her like a wild animal. She was his, his fuck holes and this was just a reminder, spearing her and stretching her Ass in the process. He buggered her with a wanton of passion and she found herself moaning loudly and crying out, as he took what was his, until eventually he began to slow down and then stopped altogether.

Such memories were frequent and they had a habit of flashing through her head as she raced further and further from his chase. She knew for certain what awaited her if and when he caught his prey. He enjoyed the thrill of the chase, the search, the hunt, the capture, the humiliation of it all, the humiliation for her of being caught. It built up his primal and animal instincts like a wolf in a man’s disguise, teasing her, playing with her, and eventually using her for his needs, before feasting on her very soul. He had an appetite for her body and the hunger within him wanted her yet again, but on his own predator terms. And so, on and on she ran and hid, taking in her surroundings, scanning the treelines for movements and running on further still. Wondering where he was at that moment. Was he lying in wait? Ready to pounce out on her. Tracking her down. Luring her to his lair.

She kept running with her heart beating quicker and quicker and then suddenly she fell over again, before picking herself up and trying to break into another fast run, but she was breathless and she had to stop. To rest for a short while. Surely, he was left behind by her fast escape. And maybe he hadn’t seen her at all. Again, she found a spot to hide, to conceal herself from her predator, to catch her breath for a short while and yet again, she recalled her fate when he previously played this game with his prey.

He had eased a cucumber into her anus and it felt uncomfortable to her, even though he had smeared her back passage with lubricant. Especially as he had initially ordered her to parade for him, over and back from one side of the encampment to the other and he recorded the sight on his camera phone, to be viewed at a later time. Her breasts were also bound tightly and he covered her tits with several clothespins. She felt a pinch each time he attached one and each time she also took a step away from him while she took a deep breath, as if she was inhaling, but she at all times stepped forward again for the next one. He followed this up by attaching several more clothespins to other parts of her body, her torso, the inside of her thighs, her Pussy. However, he still wasn’t done, and she recalled then how he led her by the collar and leash she was forced to wear, whereby she was brought over to a stool, which had a large dildo attached to the seat. Her hands were bound tightly behind her back, but she knew immediately what she must do, and so, she eased onto the dildo, squatting slowly over and onto its hardness and taking it all the way into her cunt to the hilt.

A need opened up within her and she began rocking up and down on its hardness, quicker and faster with a greater passion, while he again began to use the crop whip on her breasts and on her thighs. She let out several moans and groans, pleasurable cries and passionate sighs. It felt great, it felt good. Up and down, up and down. Fucking herself on the dildo, with her Ass also full, and her cries gradually turned to screams, and she knew her climax was upon her. It was getting higher and higher, the passion and heat building up, her cries getting louder, she couldn’t feel the whip upon her skin, as her Orgasm got closer and closer and built up even more, until she suddenly screamed out and exploded, soaking the dildo and stool underneath her.

Immediately, he had removed the canvas bag from around her head, before her mouth was clamped open with the use of a spider-gag and she looked and thought what he would do to her at that point. She was still enjoying her moment of climax and it cheered her to think he was then gonna fill her third hole, as he released his erect penis from his pants. Stepping closer to her, he pointed the tip of his cock at her open mouth, before a burst of pee sprayed into her mouth. She could taste the salt and warmth of his piss and she began to swallow at first, as her mouth got fuller and fuller, until his pee eventually dribbled down her chin and onto her tits and he sprayed all over her face and her body and back to her mouth, until finally, he could pee no more. She looked into his eyes as she swallowed the last of the liquid, but he then grabbed the back of her head and forced her mouth onto his cock, so he could face fuck her and gag her while ordering her to start fucking herself again on the dildo.

As she recalled her last visit to his lair and the pleasure, he had with her, she stooped down further into her hiding place. She tried to calm the panic she was feeling, before she peered out from behind the bush of briars and suddenly, she held her breath, as she watched him running pass her position. She watched silently to see him come across a pathway through the forest and it passed her mind that she could give him the slip by watching which direction he would travel in his search for her, and she could then work her way along the opposite route. She wondered it a good plan, so she waited and waited and eventually moments after he disappeared, she left her cover behind and she began to take flight yet again, and yet memories of what his plans for her re-entered her mind. She knew full-well what he would do to her and with her, as her thoughts journeyed back to his lair.

She was lying on her back on a dirty old mattress with her legs pinned over in a U-shape over her head. He was standing over her with one leg either side of her body. His cock was pounding her Ass-hole, while he played with her clit, which was pushing another crescendo to create up within her with a mixture of her own juices and pee and she knew once she let go, they would flow all over herself, but she didn’t care as another Orgasm built up within her. She could feel the passion, the heat, her muscles contracting and tightening, her moaning again and he’s pounding and he’s fucking and he’s ramming her for all he was worth until she couldn’t take it anymore and another explosion of her juices and her cries filled the predator’s lair. While her bull rammed one last time, having witnessed the sight of her roaring Orgasm and he too exploded and filled her Ass with his pearly fluid with several more pumps of his pelvis.

After removing himself from her Ass, he then removed the spider-gag from her face and ordered her to clean his cock with her mouth, pushing harder and deeper down her throat with his balls resting on her chin, her head held firmly at the back and her face turning a dark red colour, her eyes watering, while his control over her was complete. He held her like that for several moments, but he eventually let go, released her, let her regain her breath, before he invaded her mouth a second time. It pleased him to deep throat, but eventually he decided he needed a rest, so he walked over to a table with a number of items scattered upon it and there he selected a low stool with a rim, but no seat.

Telling his prey to lie on her back, he placed the stool over her head, before he sat down and ordered her to use her tongue on his Ass, while he leaned forward to play with her clit one more time. It was his intention to remain in that position, with her cumin, over and over again. She was to be offered no rest, as he planned to bring her to multiple orgasms and he was gonna enjoy using his plaything for his pleasure. The passionate cries he would hear from her was like music to his ears, so he once more would bring her to the edge of climax, while he savoured the tantalizing touch of her tongue rubbing from the back of his ball sack right up to his anus and gradually, he regained his horn once more. He was ready to defile her one more time.

The visions in her head dissipated one more time, as she ran as fast as her legs could carry her along the pathway, constantly glancing over her shoulder with panic in her heaving chest. Watching, wondering if he was giving chase. Surely, he was left behind. She had given him the slip. She was sure of it. She looked over her shoulder once more and still there was no sign of him. She had done it. She had beaten him. She could feel calmness return to her head and her chest, as she turned back to face the pathway ahead of her, her escape route. Her pace picked up, as she ran faster, quicker, more speed, through the canopy of forest trees and amongst the briars and the over growth and straight into the clutches of her predator. He stood there with a smirk on his face, while holding her heels, and she knew there and then, it was useless, she could never escape him.

A short while later, as she stumbled through the forest back to his lair at the end of a leash, which was strapped to her new collar, the familiar canvas bag covered her head and she was lost in her own world, but underneath that dull canvas bag she allowed herself a satisfying smile, as her heart-rate began to rise once more in anticipation to what awaited her.

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