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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I can smell my prey ahead of me. The darkness of the night and the thick branches of the trees will not hid her from me. The rich smell of her wet cunt carries on the still, hot air of the summer night.
I remember when she first came to me, seeking freedom from the ridged rules of civilisation and wanting to embrace the primal passions she dreamt of when alone. Even so it had taken a long time and a brutal regime of punishment and training to get her ready. My tools were seldom in their cases for long with this one. She would be standing before me naked. Her sharp features and piercing blue eyes framed by her long blonde hair would stare at me defiantly, her athletic body poised to flee or pounce on me. When it was the former I would chase her down, drag her into the light and place her in her cage, then bring my whips and rods into play, beating her into submission. If she chose to pounce then we would would fight with a savage brutality. She could take a beating more than any other prey I had found, and even more enjoyably she could give one. Her speed and dexterity were astonishing, leaping past my guard to slash my chest back and thighs till i bled, diving around me delivering kicks and punches that made me roar with pain and anger. Bit she was still a wolf against a bear. It would always end the same way with me bringing her down and slamming her into the ground. Then I would pull her flailing limbs apart and pin them down beneath my body wait and fuck the submission into her.
Tonight I had decided on a different type of training. I had placed her into a rig of my own design. A restrant bench with a wand for her clit, a machine operated dildo for her cunt and another for her arse. I had left her down there for hours, her screams had faded to moans and eventually silence. When I entered the play room the smell of her cunt filled the hair and she was a quivering mess on the bench. I saw her unfocused eyes and deduced she was in a trance. I deactivated the machine and undid her restraints, playing on making her my plaything now she was mentally broken.
I was wrong. Very wrong. I should have know this one is made of iron and steel. As I undid the last restrant she kicked me under the chin, sending me flying and landing on the machine smashing it under me. Sat up amongst the wreckage to see her standing at the top of the stairs. She winked at me and ran out the door. I growled and gave chase. Up stairs the kitchen door is open and I see her pale form vanish into the darkness of the trees.
So here we are, she runs and I chase her. She cant hide so she runs. She is a wolf, darting between trees but I have her scent and the furious desire to have her gives me strength. So close now as we reace bare foot through the woods. She leaps over a rotten log but I burst through it, the pain not registered as I close on my prey. I dive at her but she darts to the right and I go sprawling. I roll up and as she goes right around a tree I go left and we almost collide but she goes under my arm, but I swing round and follow, I'm am so close now. She stumbles on a root and I have her. I pounce and grab her by the shoulders and drive her to the floor. We impact it with bone shaking force but it doesn't stop me. I bite her shoulder, pinning her down as I kick her legs apart. My thick cock finds her wet pussy and I fuck her into the dirt. She spits out leaves and earth and screams as I pound her. Any other girl would have suffered grievous injuries but my slut is made of sterner stuff. We fuck there for hours, in the earth, up against the rough bark of a tree, in the mud by the stream until I am sated and she is utterly broken and humiliated. I get ready to cum but decide no skin will have it. I force her to look down and cum in her long blonde hair. Already mattered with filth and mud and leaves it will be days before I let her wash it, days to remind her were the power lies. We both stand there, each covered in mud, our flesh marked with bruises and grazes. I pick her up, caring her in my arms and she instinctively buries her face in my chest, and to my surprise I feel a warm pang of affection for this prey, one who has taken everything I have hot her with and still stays standing. I am taken aback, but for now we need to return to the warm.
"Come on little one, let's go home."
Softly, almost so quiet her words whisper on the summer air.
"Next time I will run further."
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