He's giving me a tour of the forest he lives in. No houses for at least a mile or two. Its been just him and these woods since he was a kid.
"Been quite some time since then huh, old man?"
It was a smartass quip. A one off. I make them all the time. Why did he stop walking? I turn and-
Oh
Oh god
That look in his eyes. Something has... shifted. We are in his woods. He knows this forest like the back of his hands, and i can barely tell up from down. Am I really in the place to be a wiseass?
"You have until the count of ten. Start running."
I was never a runner. Cardio isnt my thing. But something about the look in his eyes. My legs are moving before my mind catches up. Im trying not to trip, or to get lost, but this is a forest. And I've never been directionally inclined.
He finds me. Of course he does. I'd stopped to catch my breath behind a fallen tree, hoping that maybe he'd pass me.
He doesn't
"Out of breath already, little girl? But the funs just started. C'mon kit. Keep. Fucking. Running."
So i take off. Futile as it is I run. And he catches me... again.
Pinned to the forest floor, I cant think of anything but his boot on my clothed cunt, pushed up under my skirt and pressing against the wet spot on my panties.
"Too slow kiddo. Youre mine now" and as I watch his dick twitch in his pants I find myself so deliciously afraid of the torment hes about to deliver.
