WARNING: BDSM FORCED LEMON! FORCED MEANS READER DID NOT CONSENT! I IN NO WAY CONDONE SEXUAL ASSUALT, RAPE, OR FORCED SEXUAL ACTIONS. THIS IS STRICTLY FOR ENTERTAINMENT. IF YOU DO NOT LIKE THIS KIND OF CONTENT PLEASE DO NOT READ!
“Bye grandma!” I call out.
“Bye sweetie! I’m cooking your favorite so don’t be late!” My grandmother calls back.
“You got it! I love you!” I call.
“Love you too!” She calls back, a smile on my lips as I close the door.
I hop down the steps and make my way to my car, getting inside and making the twenty minute drive to my office. I pull into a parking spot and get out, grabbing my backpack and heading into the ranger’s station. I set my backpack down and check the logs, humming softly when I find my schedule clear for the day. No tours today huh? That’s okay, I can just check on campers and everything. I pull out the paperwork and books that were weighing me down before replacing everything with a flashlight, water bottle, medical kit, and a survival kit. I unlock the gun safe and place a pistol on my hip. I double check everything before locking the safe and slipping my back pack on my shoulders. I head out of the station and make my way through the trees.
I follow a few different paths and check on the occasional camping site, making sure everyone was being safe. We had just lifted the burn ban but there was still chance for fires so I had to make sure everyone was being proper about their fires. The paths lead me to a river and I check that everyone has their fishing licenses as well as ensuring they caught the prior sized fish. If it was too small they had to throw it back if it was still alive. After that I take a small path through the trees. It hasn’t been traveled much but I wasn’t going to argue. It leads to a patch of wildflowers, the trees growing around the flowers rather than inside them. It was as if the trees physically decided not to interfere with the wild flowers.
I take a deep breath of the fragrant fresh air, settling inside the wild flowers and relaxing for a little while. The sun shines through the trees and a gentle breeze blows. It was your secret spot. Whenever you were upset or stressed all you had to do was come here and sit for a little while. After half an hour I get up and go to make my way back to the path, walking through the trees. I become confused when the small path doesn’t take me to a larger one, turning around and trying to make my way back to the wildflowers. I hurry along the path but the wildflowers seem to have just disappeared, worry building as I pick up into a run. The path seems to stretch on forever and the trees were getting closer together. The sky seems to darken as well and I wonder if I’m going to end up soaked from rain. That wouldn’t be good. It was fall and the nights got fairly cold, putting me at high risk if hypothermia.
I grab my flashlight out of my back pack and click it in, moving it from side to side as I try to get a grasp of my surroundings. I pull out my compass and walk to the south. I knew the station was south so if I kept going in that direction I’d eventually get out of these trees. I begin walking off the path and through the trees, stepping over branches and various other bushes as I follow my compass. After a while I pause in my walk, looking back the way I came. I was still going south but this forest seemed to stretch on forever. Not to mention the visibility was shit so I couldn’t really gauge my surroundings. I wave my flashlight around before freezing when I catch vision of something white, hesitating a moment before I go to inspect it. A note?
“No eyes?” I mumble in confusion, pulling it off the tree.
I try to think back to where I’ve seen this before, heading south again with the paper as I think. I pause when I come across yet another photo, a bunch of ‘no’s’ written with some faceless entity on it. Realization dawns on me when I remember a court case from a few years back. Two girls had stabbed their friend to become proxies of a being called Slenderman. Someone must be playing some kind of prank. I’m sure they were after scaring people with these weird notes. I shake my head and grab the note, pausing my attempts to get out of the forest and searching for the rest of the notes. I frown when my flashlight starts to flicker, hitting it against my palm to try and get the last of the battery juices. I could have sworn I just changed them. I since when I weird static hits me ears, grabbing out my phone.
I’m surprised to find the screen black and white like the old TVs were when they couldn’t find a channel. I force it to power down and the static stops so I put it back in my pocket. I sigh when my flashlight flickers out completely, pausing in the dark. I could hardly see! Still, my eyes are prepped for darkness in case of night time rescues, digging a quick hole and grabbing fallen leaves and branches. I grab my fire starter and start up the fire, settling and warning my hands. I would just wait until morning.
I jerk up in a panic after a dream, looking around in panic before calming when I remember the events, my fire burning low but not yet out all the way. It must have only been a few hours that I fell asleep, still, there was no sign of light. The trees are almost claustrophobic, bearing down on me as I sit by my little fire. At the moment, it seemed to be the only comfort you’d be getting. You fish your phone out of your pocket and turn it on, sighing when you see zero signal. How far had I gone into the forest? I jerk to my feet when I hear rustling, holding onto my phone as I go for the gun on my belt. My eyes widening when I feel nothing but the empty holster. I hear more rustling and flash my light in its direction, something seeming to move just outside my vision.
I turn several times, trying to get a good look at the blur escaping my vision. I quickly stomp out my fire, ensuring all is out before grabbing my back pack and running. I don’t even bother finding a direction, I just knew I had to get out and do it fast. I cry in surprise when my feet tangle in what I assume were tree roots, abandoning the bag and crawling back to my feet. I try to kick and shake off the roots but they only seem to tighten the harder I struggled. I grab at my backpack and manage to get a hold of a knife, slashing it through the roots. I freeze in terror when I hear a snarl of pain, shoving off whatever had my feet and bolting again. The trees grab and pull at me as I run with no destination in mind, just going on pure adrenaline as I hope to find my way out.
I cry in relief when I see a light in the distance, praying it was my safe haven. The trees seem to pull away as I run for the light, seeing the ranger’s station in sight. My legs feel like lead and I’m gasping for breath but safety was in sight. Suddenly, something jerks my ankles and I barely have time to catch myself to keep from landing flat on my face. Everything is still for a moment before my scream echoes through the trees as I’m drug backwards. I try to grab roots, trunks, limbs, ANYTHING to try and get away from whatever was hunting me. I feel the ground give way as I’m lifted into the air, dangling in the air as I try to keep my shirt down. When I have it secured I finally look at what has me, letting go of yet another scream. I thrash and struggle but the creature only watches me, laughter suddenly echoing in my head.
“I suggest you stop struggling,” The voice in my head says.
“The fuck?! Let me go! I won’t bother you, just let me go!” I scream back, not knowing if this THING could even hear.
“Oh no, I don’t think I will. I’ve been searching for the proper creature to satisfy my urges and you are perfect,” The voice echoes in my head.
Urges?! URGES?! The hell did that mean?! Was it what I thought?! No, no, no, how did I get into this mess?! Someone please help!
“No one will help you now,” The voice laughs.
I watch as the light of the ranger station fades and the trees grow closer together, the sky still pitch black. I squirm and struggle but eventually give up and just hang in the air. My jaw drops? Goes up? Regardless I’m shocked when we come to a huge mansion, the creature striding through the door. The place is eerily quiet, as if nothing but the two of us had entered the place. He carries me down a flight of stairs and into a dark room. I tremble as I’m gently set down, scrambling as far away as I can get. I cry out softly when I hit the wall, several candle like lamps bursting into life. I look around the place I was in, shocked by what I saw. No, no, no! I had to get out! I scramble to my feet and ease along the wall, grabbing something to throw at the creature. I manage to hit him in the head and make a try for the door, yelping when he catches me around the middle.
“Let go! Let go you monster!” I spit, crying out in surprise when black appendages suddenly shred my clothes.
“I don’t think so,” The creature chuckles. “You know me as Slenderman but master would do just fine.”
“Like hell I’m calling you that!” I spit, gasping and choking when two of the tendrils get shoved down my throat.
One wraps around my wrists and my ankles before I’m flattened on the bed. Two white hands force my wrists into cuffs before raking down my body, threatening to pierce the skin before my ankles are fastened into other straps. Slender backs off once I’m restrained, watching in what I could only assume was amusement as I thrash and struggle on the bed. I jerk hard at the leather in hopes it would snap and give way, but luck definitely isn’t on my side. Eventually I stop fighting and just lay there, glaring at the monster watching me. He steps towards the bed and opens a trunk of some kind. I frown in confusion as he shifts through things, wondering what he was looking for. The blood drains from my face when he pulls out a horse bit gag and a whip, stepping over to me.
I don’t let him get me easy and instead jerk my head away, earning a chuckle from him. He grabs the handle of the whip and slams it down on my sternum, quickly fastening the gag in place when I cry out. I bite down on the gag, trying to loosen it and spit it out but to no avail. He made sure it was tight. I shoot him an angry glare, a muffled yelp leaving my lips when he snaps the leather whip across my stomach. He pulls it back and snaps it across my flesh again, a whimper of pain leaving me. Red welts begin to appear all over my body from where the leather repeatedly strikes. I jerk against my bonds but there is not escape from the leather. Suddenly, it bites sharply into my skin, blood pooling to the surface before sliding down my skin. He pauses and runs a finger along the cut, a mouth suddenly tearing apart.
I wince at the sound of the tearing skin and shudder at the sharp teeth on display. A black tongue slips out and tastes the blood on Slender’s finger. He hums in satisfaction at the taste. He discards the whip before walking to the end of the bed. To my surprise he leans down over me, but I’m not left wondering what he’s doing for long. A scream of pain leaves me as sharp teeth sink into my skin. I gasp out as tears stream down my cheeks, watching helplessly as Slender showers my body with bites. He sucks at each wound and licks up the blood that escapes my flesh. He continues this slow process, alternating his bites so I have no idea if they’ll be strong or weak.
I can hardly look down at myself when he pulls away, blood coating his mouth and chin. His teeth are bloody as well, his tongue coming to clean away the blood. He pulls a handkerchief from his pocket and cleans his lips and chin, tucking it safely back in his pocket once he’s cleaned up. He steps towards the end of the bed again and my eyes widen in terror at what he pulls out. He laughs at my fear, holding the cattle prod and pressing the switch. It sparks to life and I’m shaking my head, begging him not to use it. My request is ignored as it’s suddenly brought down on my skin. My body jerks away from the shock but it has nowhere to go. He presses the prongs into my skin until it burns and blisters, tears streaming down my cheeks from the pain.
I don’t even pay attention to the numbers. All I can recognize is the pain, my body looking like it was put through the ringer once he’s had enough of the prod. He lets go of a hum and steps back, biting into his wrist before he drops it into my mouth. I try to turn my head away but his other hand keeps it in place and I can’t keep resisting or else I lose the ability to breathe. Much to my displeasure I swallow, the iron tasting bitter on my tongue. I blink in surprise when the pain suddenly starts to dissipate, staring at Slender with wide eyes. He pulls back his wrist and licks the wound clean, the bite mark healing quickly. When he lets go of my head I take the chance to look down, all previous injuries healed over. You could still where they were but they were no longer open and bleeding.
He seems satisfied with his work and moves to the chest once again, rummaging through it for some moments before he straightens up. Three clamps rest in his hand and I can feel his gaze on me even without a lack of eyes. He steps up to me, a whimper of pain leaving me when he places a clamp on each of my nipples, wondering where he’d be placing the third one. I’m not left wondering long when he pulls apart the folds of my sex, I thrust my hips upwards and my hip manages to collide with his hand, sending the clamp flying elsewhere. I sigh in relief but my little victory is short lived when he grabs my leg and wrenches it to the side, causing a snapping sound. A muffled scream leaves me at the searing pain that shoots through my leg and lower back, my nose running as I desperately inhale breath. My body shakes and trembles, my leg at an odd angle with my snapped hip bone.
He steps away and finds the clamp, my hands tightening into fists and my eyes screwing shut so I don’t have to watch. I thrash my good leg against my binds when the clamp tightens down on my clit. If stung and ached, and I had no way of getting it off, my body convulsing with sobs. Two appendages wrap around my thighs, one forcing my still intact leg at an odd angle with the binds and the other one sending another shooting pain through me when it’s shifted. Pain was everywhere and I had no escape, taking in sharp breaths as I stare up at the ceiling. He comes into view and suddenly, he is all that I can see. A hand grasps my chin and he pulls me into an awkward kiss with the gag in place, jerking with a cry when I’m suddenly filled. I gasp and tremble as he stills all the way inside of me, my lower half aching from the pure length and girth inside of me.
I can feel his body tremble slightly against mine, his muscles tense with anticipation. I take sharp inhales off breath to try and calm down and keep myself breathing, whining out when he pulls back and thrusts into me again. He goes slow at first, pained hiccups and whimper leaving me. My broken hip was starting to go numb as it’s jostled with each of his thrusts, his snake like appendages wrapped tightly around my thighs. There’s too much pain everywhere to have anything remotely close to pleasure, but his grunts and pants tell me my body was doing the job he wanted it to do. I give up on struggling, having lost all and any hope of fighting back. How could a mere human like me prove any match to what a myth like him? My body jerks and my back arches involuntarily, my brain being flooded with endorphins despite my discomfort. I can feel my walls pulse around his length as he continues moving in and out of me.
I don’t even bother to count the amount of times I reach my peak. I was in way too much pain to feel any sort of pleasure anyway, but he didn’t seem to care. He just wanted to use my body, he didn’t care how I felt about it. His thrusts start to become sporadic and before I know it there’s an intense heat coming from inside of me, his body stilling on top of mine as he reaches his peak. He pulls out and it spills out of me, my body tense as I wait for the final stage of things. I wait for him to kill me, whether it’s fast or slow, I don’t much care at this point. Yet, what I feel instead is tender hands on my hip. The bones give a bit of a sick grating sound inside my head as he realigns them. I jerk as far forward as my arms allow when a needle is suddenly driven through the muscle in my hip, watching a black substance enter me.
“My blood,” He seems to answer my unspoken question but earns a confused look from me in the process. “I intend to keep you for a while. You’re going to prove to be a very nice pet. I can’t wait to break you.”
I can only let out a muffled cry, terrified of what was to be in store.
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