#hunting.

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trying to escape from your kidnapper’s weekend getaway in a hotel, but getting lost in the repetitive patterns of the halls, unable to get too far before you’re yanked back into your room…

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hi pigeon, was wondering if you'd be open to prompting or giving suggestions on a stockholm/kidnapping idea;; what if a kidnapper was trying every angle to break their "bratty" hostage and it just won't take? the kidnapper would get frustrated and then one day, offhandedly says something pretty tame (in their eyes) to the hostage. but they notice the hostage flinches and the kidnapper finds out that's the hostage's trigger and proceeds milks the hell out of it?

((I think I've kept this in my drafts long enough!! I got too perfectionist about it I think, so I'm just going to post it as is))

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I imagine several scenes: a sub refusing to join their kidnapper in bed, even as they shiver on the floor. a kidnapper overstimulating a sub until they cum yet again, asking them if they like it yet but the sub shakes their head and clenches their teeth. yet another scene where the sub stares daggers at their kidnapper while their mouth is forced open for a ring gag

Then, a chasing scene. The captive almost gets away, but get caught right as she nears the edge of the property. She’s caught, tackled into the dirt. She screams, but a hand claps over her mouth and presses something between her open lips. Her kidnapper buckles a gag behind her head and she starts to panic but they keep her pinned down. They hold her down and take her roughly, reminding her who she belongs to. Utterly primal and possessive. feeling her body clench and her make muffled noises she hadn’t made before… almost like she…. enjoyed it

The next morning, the kidnapper is making breakfast and kind of laughs like, “You almost got away last night didn’t you?” she turns her head away, but her captor keeps talking, remembering her moans from last night. “If i didn’t know better, i would have thought you actually enjoyed it…” and the captive tries to hide it, but she winces. and the kidnapper can see her blushing

“I’ll tell you what. I like this game. You can keep trying to run away.”

The captive looks surprised then suspicious.

“It’s fun to hunt you down, and I feel confident you could never successfully get away. So I’m willing to make you a deal.

“You can keep trying to get away and I won’t take away privileges or punish you. I won’t do anything but what I did last night— reclaim what’s mine.”

She hesitates, considering it before shaking their outstretched hand in agreement. They smile evilly

“I feel confident you’ll want to be mine before you could successfully escape from me.”

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your kidnapper thwarting your every escape attempt, making fun of your stupid plans as if you want to be caught. taking your failures as admission of desire for their twisted games and using it as an excuse to use and abuse you further. “rewarding” your defeats by reclaiming every inch of your body and reminding you that you like it

Oh angel, you really wanted to get caught this time, didn’t you? Look at you, making this so fun. You barely even made it outside. That’s a good toy, take this cock. You’re so wet, you slut. You love this game too, don’t you?

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wearing perfume while they chase you down to add some sense enrichment to the hunt

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stupid prey you think as your target catches sight of you, turning with a curse and starting back down the path. wasting time following the trail directly, darting back and forth and trying to avoid tree roots. you chuckle darkly, predator eyes quickly scanning the surroundings and picking out a route which cuts through the brush directly where they will be

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oh shit oh shit oh shit you think as you run flat out, your breath loud in your ears and burning in your lungs. you try to find a shortcut, but your sights can’t see beyond the path quickly enough. you turn a bend and hear loud running steps and the crunch of sticks under foot seconds before something hits you hard from the side. you’re gathered up in their arms, kept moving by the momentum of their run. you kick wildly, but you find yourself bent over a log, feet knocking up sand

ah ah, sweet thing. don’t fight too hard. you’re gonna get sand in that pretty pussy, and that won’t be comfortable for you when i fuck it

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your kidnapper letting you try to run, but they release you during the hottest part of the day. wherever they have you now is significantly hotter climate than you are used to, but they have clearly been conditioned by it. you’re running for freedom, but it’s so humid and your body feels slow and clumsy. you can hear them catching up to you and feel yourself faltering, taking a tumble and staying there. they’re on you instantly, strong hands picking you up, bringing you back to the car, fastening the seatbelt. the AC is such a relief that you’re actually grateful, thankful to be going back with them

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the idea of being tracked down just by the scent of your cunt, aching to be bred while you’re in heat