PursuedbythePrisoner (3 page)

Oh shit, what was she doing! Sean was going to take her down
as easily as a lion took down a wounded gazelle. Her only hope was to get a
good head start. All too soon the heavy thud of his feet hitting the ground
came from behind her. The clean forest air burned in her lungs as she jumped
over a fallen log and then ran around the thick trunk of a tree, wondering how
far these woods extended before she’d hit some type of fence. The toe of her
sneaker slipped in a dense pile of leaves and she slid, arms flying out to keep
from landing on her face.

Just before she hit the ground, Sean grabbed her and pulled
her back against his chest. She panted while he was barely breathing heavily,
reminding her of how much stronger he was, how he could make her do anything he
wanted with only a little effort. She’d be his willing slut even as she told
him no.

He held her there for a moment, copping a feel of her
breasts before swinging her up and over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. She
yelled and tried to kick her legs, only to have him swat her on the ass, hard.
“Knock it off.”

Anger surged through her at how easily he’d caught her.
“Fuck you.”

He smacked her ass again, harder this time, leaving behind a
fiery burn. “Oh, I plan on fucking you. Do you have any idea how long it’s been
since I’ve been around a woman?” He started to carry her through the forest.
All she could see without straining her neck was the trunks of trees and dirt
so she didn’t bother. Thank goodness the headband was attached with some type
of sticky glue that would keep it from sliding off. The last thing she wanted
to happen was a disembodied voice to blare out of some hidden speaker that she
needed to fix her monitor in the middle of sex.

His deep voice rumbled through his back. “Yep, been a long
time. Too long. In fact, I think I’ll remedy that right now.”

He dropped her to the ground and she landed with a thud on
her still-burning bottom. Pushing a few stray hairs from her face, she glared
at him. She tried to scramble to her feet, but he pounced on her, straddling
her stomach and effectively trapping her. He grasped her breasts with his hands
and squeezed them through the thin fabric of her cheerleading outfit, hard. The
rough treatment made her pussy contract and she gasped at the delicious
sensation.

“Beautiful tits,” he said with a low growl, kneading her
breasts, bringing more blood rushing into them until they felt swollen. The
cool metal of the chain attached to his handcuffs made goose bumps rise across
her skin as he violently pulled her shirt up, easily overcoming her struggles
to keep her chest covered. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and he grinned at her
feeble attempts to push him off.

“Stop!” she shrieked and tried to cover her breasts with her
hands. The animalistic look in his eyes turned her on immensely.

“I can see we’re going to have to do something about your
hands.”

Before she could figure out what he meant, he clicked
something on his handcuffs, and they slipped off his wrists. He had one of her
hands secured before she knew it, but she made him work to secure her other
hand, lightly hitting him and trying to squirm away. With a snick, he cuffed
her free hand and sat back with a satisfied smirk.

“A cheerleader in chains. Must be my lucky day.”

Her growl turned to a yelp when he moved off her and lifted
her from the ground to stand before him. His erection tented out from his
orange jumpsuit, and a fresh rush of liquid arousal wet her already soaked
panties. His rough play had further enflamed her lust until her pussy throbbed
with every beat of her heart. She wanted to drop to her knees and suck him off,
but that wouldn’t be something a kidnapped cheerleader would do. He’d never
been this rough with her and she couldn’t believe what a turn-on it was. Maybe
all those years of masturbating to this scenario had put her into a hormonal
overdrive. All she knew was that she didn’t want it to end.

She took a deep breath, conscious of the way his gaze locked
on to her breasts, still bared to his gaze by her shirt bunched up high on her
chest. “W-what are you going to do with me?”

Instead of replying, he jerked the chain linked between her
handcuffs, pulling her after him like an errant puppy. “Whatever I want.”

He stopped before a wide tree and yanked her forward with a
rude jerk until her hands met the rough bark. Her pussy contracted and she
moaned, aching to be filled. Pressing his body against hers, he unhooked one of
the handcuffs, freeing one hand. The bark scraped against her already hard
nipples as she tried to wriggle free. “Good, you’re letting me go. I’m glad you
came to your senses.”

He laughed and kicked her legs apart until she had to
balance against the trunk to keep from falling down. “Hardly. You stand there
like a good girl. If you move I’m going to fuck you in your ass without lube or
foreplay.” His mouth pressed against her ear, his lips brushing over the
sensitive skin of her earlobe. “While it will feel great for me to have that
tight little butt gripping my dick, I doubt you’ll like it very much.” The heat
of his body left her back as he pulled away. “I do hope you’ll try to run.”

A little shiver of something close to real fear went through
her body, followed quickly by a wave of burning desire. Part of her wanted to
test him, to see if he really would carry out that threat, but the idea of anal
sex without a lot of alcohol and lube didn’t appeal to her in the least. Then
again, how would she know if she liked something if she never tried it? If he
made her endure the pain for him, she wouldn’t be responsible for her response.

He quickly circled the tree with the chain and had the other
end of the handcuffs connected back to her wrist before she had a chance to
test how far he would go. She gave a pull at her bindings to check them, but
they held tight. His large hand gripped her breast and he thumbed her stiff
nipple with an insolent grin that told her he knew how much she liked his
coarse treatment. She glared at him and tried to shove him away with her
shoulder. “Get off me, you beast!”

He stepped behind her and kicked her legs apart again,
widening her stance and forcing her to brace her hands on the tree trunk in
front of her. The thick curve of his erection pressed between her butt cheeks
and his hands grasped her breasts again, giving them a hard squeeze. “What a
good little slut. Look at how hard your nipples are. You like this, don’t you?”

“No!”

He chuckled and toyed with her nipples, pinching and pulling
them until each tug seemed to connect directly to her clit.

“Liar.” He pinched harder, holding the tips of her nipples
tight between his fingers for a good ten seconds before releasing them and
allowing the blood to flow back in.

“Ow!” she yelled as a stinging burn raced through her abused
nubs. He started to back away, but she rubbed her bottom against his dick,
trying to let him know it was okay.

His hot breath tickled her ear. “You know what I thought
about while I was locked up?” His hand slid down between them, pressing into
her panties. He found her clit through the thin silk and rolled it between his
fingers, setting off little explosions of arousal that had her crying out.

“I thought about how delicious a cunt tastes. How good it
feels to have a woman squirming against my mouth, to feel her pussy swell
beneath my tongue. I’m going to eat your tight pussy and you are going to come
all over my face like the good girl you are.”

Her hips rocked with the slide of his finger over her
swollen flesh, and a needy moan escaped her when he took his hand away.
Anticipation had her arching her hips back, and the heat of his body moved
away. Before she could look to see what he was doing, he sat down between her
legs with the tree trunk at his back and her pussy directly at the level of his
mouth. She squirmed at the sensation of his lips brushing over her mound
through the silk. “No, stop, don’t do that!”

To her shock, he grabbed her panties with his teeth and
hands, ripping a hole in the crotch but leaving the ruined fabric in place. A
shudder of need worked through her in a delicious wave, and she delighted in
the feral growl he gave when she spread her legs a little bit wider.

“Oh yeah, look at how wet you are. You want me, you little
slut.”

“No, I don’t.” The words melted into a long moan as he
licked her slit.

“Fucking delicious.”

Any false protests she might have made died on her lips as
he devoured her. No gentle licks here. He opened wide and took as much of her
pussy into his mouth as he could and lashed her with his tongue. His hands
gripped her hips hard and held her in place, denying her the ability to move
his mouth to where she ached the most. Her shallow, rapid breaths filled the forest
around her and seemed to blend with the wind sighing through the trees.

His tongue parted her nether lips and circled around her
clit, brushing it briefly but never giving her enough to push her over the edge
into her orgasm. She began to plead with him to lick her there, to make her
come. He ignored her and continued to torment her swollen flesh, thrusting one
long finger into her, pulling out to tease the entrance of her pussy before
sliding back in.

The muscles in her legs trembled, and everything tightened
in her lower body, her attention totally focused on what Sean was doing to her.
She braced her hands on the tree and rested her forehead against the bark,
careful not to displace her headband. With a low growl, Sean wrapped his lips
around her erect clit and slowly sucked. A moment later, he added a second
finger inside her and thrust hard, detonating her orgasm.

She moaned and rode the waves of pleasure crashing through
her body. Each contraction felt as if it were trying to pull his fingers deeper
inside her. The soft brush of his tongue over her clit made her try to jerk
away, and he chuckled softly. The vibrations of his laughter against her
sensitive flesh had her moaning anew.

“Liked that, didn’t you? What a good little slut you are.
You near drowned me in your juices.” He gave her a long, lingering lick before
moving out from between her legs.

She almost fell to her knees, but he caught her around the
waist and jerked her back up. “Don’t faint now, princess. You’ll miss all the
fun.”

She tried to think of some witty comeback, but her brain was
so fuzzed with endorphins, all she could do was turn her head and blow a
raspberry at him. For a moment the harsh, scary look left his face, and his
lips trembled as he held back his laughter.

“Oh, you disrespectful bitch, you’re going to pay for that.”

Sean unzipped the prison uniform and shrugged it off his
shoulders. Mary clung to the tree he’d chained her to and presented a very
arousing picture with her legs still spread wide. His gaze locked on the pink
flesh of his wife’s pussy, and he licked his lips, savoring the lingering
taste. The evidence of her arousal had wet her inner thighs, and he watched as
her vagina contracted as if clenching around an invisible cock.

With a rough jerk, he pushed the orange jumpsuit down enough
so his aching erection and tight balls were free. Normally he would be gentle
with Mary in this position, knowing the depth and angle of being fucked doggy
style took a bit of getting used to. But not today. Today she wanted it rough,
and he would do whatever he could to make her happy.

Truth be told, he found himself becoming more and more
aroused by her submission, something he didn’t think he would like. Then again,
when he’d thought of a submissive before he’d always pictured some weak, abused
woman being forced to do things. This situation couldn’t be any further from
that. He loved and cherished Mary and she was a very strong woman who didn’t
take any shit from anyone. If at any time he did something she really hated he
had no fear that she would let him know.

Right in front of him he had physical proof how much she was
enjoying this in the slickness of her release glistening on her thighs and the
erotic way she kept arching her back and sticking her butt out at him. He might
not be a sex doctor, but he knew a turned-on woman when he saw one and his wife
was silently begging for his dick.

Using one hand to guide himself, he rubbed the head of his
cock against her slick entrance and bit back a low groan. To him, she felt
hotter, wetter than he’d ever felt before. With the tip of his cock pressing
against her, he gripped her hips with both hands and shoved in, hard.

Her high scream startled some birds from the trees around
them. She arched her back and shuddered, her inner muscles gripping his dick
like a slick fist.

“So fucking tight.” He slipped a hand around her waist and
patted her mound, making sure each light slap hit her clit. “Good girl. Look at
you wiggling your ass against me. You love my big dick in your pussy.”

“Please, stop. Let me go. I don’t like this.” Even as she
said the words, her hips flexed against him, drawing him even deeper into her
body.

“I don’t think so.” He chuckled and withdrew in a slow
slide. “I’m going to fill you full of cum.”

“And then let me go?” she asked in a breathless voice.

Holding still became a battle of his resolve as she
continued to work herself against him with little wiggles. “Not even close.”

The erect bump of her clit brushed the pad of his finger
with each squirm. He had to admit, seeing her in her old cheerleading outfit
really turned him on. He was surprised to find that playing the role of
kidnapper brought out something dark in his psyche, and he loved how Mary was
responding. The thought of pushing her further, of making her his willing
slave, sent a pulse of ball-tightening need through his body.

To distract himself from coming too soon, he set an easy
pace. Thrust and withdraw, pinch her clit. Each pinch earned him a yelp
followed by a moan. Soon enough Mary’s legs began to shake, a sure sign of her
impending orgasm. He took his hand away from her clit and she whimpered.

He leaned forward and whispered against the side of her
neck, “What, you want me to keep stroking that naughty little cunt?”

She tried to turn her face away but met his thrusts with
enough force that her bottom jiggled enticingly against him. He picked up the
pace, sliding in and out of her well-lubricated sheath, each movement bringing
him closer and closer to his own orgasm. Sweat rolled down his chest, and he
threw his head back as the pleasure, the need to spill his seed inside her,
became the only thing that mattered in the whole world.

Their hips met with a loud slap as he stopped holding back
and used his leg muscles to really drive into her. He was so close to going
over, the burn in the base of his spine a raging fire, but he wasn’t going to
go without her. Reaching around her waist he gripped her slippery little nub
and ran his thumb over the very tip.

She tensed beneath him, panting out one word over and over,
“Yes, yes, yes.”

A second later she froze, her back arching, and her pussy
rippled around him. That was all the encouragement he needed. With a roar that
seemed to start somewhere in the pit of his stomach, he plunged himself as far
as he could go, the milking sensation of her contractions sucking the cum out
of his body. Bright lights danced around the edges of his vision, and he held
her to him with both arms. She made a noise of protest, and he loosened his
grip with a slight grin as she took a big gulp of air.

After withdrawing from her, he took a moment to rub his
hands over the globes of her ass. So soft and smooth, her ass was a work of
art. He could never get enough of touching her. She shifted and stepped closer
to the tree, rattling the chains. Chagrin tightened his chest, and he swiftly
tucked his cock and balls back into the jumpsuit before zipping up.

A quick visual examination of her wrists didn’t show any
signs of bleeding, but just to be sure he ran his hands over the delicate
bones. She kept her head down, her lungs still pulling in deep breaths of air.
He removed her hands from the trunk and examined them as well, rubbing away the
redness with a trace of guilt. Had he gone too far? Had he really hurt her?

She tossed her hair over her shoulder and looked at him with
a huge smile. “Sean, that was awesome.”

He grinned back at her before fisting his hand into her hair
and arching her neck back. “I don’t know who this Sean fucker is, but my name
is Master.”

Her pupils dilated, and her mouth went soft, kissable.
Unable to help himself, he leaned down and suckled at her lower lip, biting
hard enough to sting, earning another moan. Her lips parted beneath his, and
her tongue stroked against him in a sensual caress. He turned the kiss savage,
invading her mouth and tightening his grip on her hair. When he pulled back,
they were both breathing harder, and her eyes were glazed with desire.

“I’m going to untie you from this tree, but if you try to
run, I’ll tie you back up and leave you here for a few hours. Then we’ll see
how well you behave after having insects crawl all over your pretty body.”

She made a disgusted face. “Yuck. Okay, I won’t run.”

He quickly removed the chain from around the tree and held
the length in his hand like a leash. She tilted her head and gave him an
annoyed look. “Are you going to drag me around the forest like a dog out for a
walk?”

Her nipples stood out like two thick eraser stubs. Giving
into impulse, he pinched one and grinned at her answering moan. “For right now,
you are my bitch. I can do anything I want to you, and you can’t say no.”

She took an audible gulp of air and wet her lips. “Please,
let me go. I promise I won’t tell anyone. You’ve gotten what you wanted. Just
let me go.”

He turned and gave her a grin that made her knees weak.
“Baby, I haven’t even come close to getting what I want.”

The handcuffs around her wrists gave her no choice but to
follow him, but she made sure to call him all kinds of bad names under her
breath. His shoulders bunched when she muttered a rather inventive comparison
of his mother to a toaster, but he managed not to laugh. They soon arrived at
the small pond. Reeds danced in the wind on the far bank, but where they stood,
a patch of sand made a convenient beach. A few feet out into the water stood a
group of smooth boulders, and he didn’t think it was his imagination that made
them look the right height for sex.

At the sight of the water she let out a happy sigh, and he
had to hide a smile. His Mary always had a thing about washing after making
love, and he wanted her nice and relaxed for what he had in mind. He’d found
over the years that women responded better to sex when they had fewer things to
worry about, which was weird. He had no problem focusing only on the pleasure
at hand, but it seemed as if women brought too much of the real world into the
bedroom and were slow to let go over their everyday concerns and just enjoy
themselves.

As he watched Mary eagerly toe out of her sneakers and slip
off her socks, he considered that thought. Maybe by taking control of the
scene, he was allowing Mary to let go, to take pleasure in all he had to offer.
He had to make sure she stayed in that headspace.

“Did I tell you to take your clothes off?”

She froze in the act of removing her shredded underwear and
raised her eyebrows. “You’re going to stop me from getting naked?” He made a
tsk
tsk
sound. She looked confused for a moment, then flushed. She tried for a
shocked and horrified expression before saying in a much more theatrical voice,
“I mean, you can’t tell me what to do, you degenerate!”

A smile tried to break free, but he forced his face to
remain blank. “You’re my toy, my slut. You do nothing without my permission.”

She deliberately finished removing her underwear and tossed
them at his feet with a small smirk. “Fuck you. There isn’t anything you can do
to me more horrible than you’ve already done.”

He moved on pure instinct, snatching the scrap of panties
from the ground and grabbing her around the waist before she could get more
than two steps. She opened her mouth to yell, and he stuffed the panties
inside. Her wide-eyed shock, not so feigned now, added a bit of spice to his
arousal. Who knew she would look so cute gagged with her own panties? He
wondered if she could taste her pussy on them.

She reached to pull the panties out, and he stopped her.
“You remove those, and I’m going to duct tape your mouth shut. And let me tell
you, tearing duct tape off your pretty lips will take a layer of skin with it.
You leave the panties right where they are. Understood?”

Her garbled reply no doubt held some swear words, but she
nodded. He tugged off his own boots and tossed them onto the sand with her
sneakers. Though she still grumbled, her muffled protests died off as he slowly
unzipped his jumpsuit, revealing his body to her an inch at a time. He liked
looking good for her and took care of his body. He liked it even more when her
nipples drew into hard peaks.

Shrugging out of the jumpsuit, he reached for her and
watched her gaze dart between his face and his semi-erect cock. He slowly
reached out to her and brushed the hard nubs on the tips of her jutting
breasts. She had great tits and responsive nipples he loved to play with. More
blood surged to his groin, and he chuckled at her little groan of pleasure.

Taking the length of chain between them, he pulled her into
the pond beside him until her cheerleading skirt flared around her hips like a
water lily. He pondered what to do with her shirt. It was made of a stretchy
fabric that would be a bitch to rip apart, and he didn’t have a knife with him.
The edge of her skirt tickled against his thighs, and she watched him with
heavy-lidded eyes.

Dusky and hard, Mary’s nipples stood out on her breasts,
just begging to be sucked. He cupped one in each hand and took his time
touching them, caressing the soft undersides and gentle slope of her chest.
Women’s skin had always fascinated him and he could still remember the first
time his wife allowed him to touch the incredible softness of her bare hip. A faint
flush colored the skin close to her neck, and he smiled as she moved a tiny
step closer.

“Close your eyes,” he ordered.

She made some noise that didn’t sound like an affirmative.
Without looking up, he pinched her left nipple, hard, pulling it away from her
body and stretching out her breast. “Close your fucking eyes now before I duct
tape them shut.”

She squeaked, and when he looked up a second later, her eyes
were squeezed shut. He released her breast and she moaned deep in her throat, a
primal sound that drove him crazy. Cupping a handful of cool water, he let it
drip over her abused nipple, enjoying the way goose bumps rose over her pale
skin. He considered dunking her in the water, but wasn’t sure if the headband
could get wet. Nothing would ruin the moment like a little electrical shock.
Come to think of it, that would probably shock him as well, considering he
stood right next to her in the pond.

Water, bright and sparkling, cascaded over her chest from
his hand in ribbons of light. He marveled at the perfection of her—the soft
curves that made women so appealing. He dipped down and caught one of the beads
of water racing between her breasts on his tongue. It tasted wonderful, a hint
of skin mixed with the lake water. He continued to lick her, teasing his way
around each nipple.

The tips of her breasts were as hard as he’d ever seen them
and even her panty gag couldn’t disguise her soft moans of pleasure. Light
glinted off the lake around her in little spangles of gold, illuminating her
body for his viewing pleasure. While this fantasy was all about fulfilling her
needs, he’d found he enjoyed fully taking charge of the situation. It gave him
the ability to slow things down, to really appreciate her. It also gave him the
ability to drive her wild.

With a low growl, he suckled her right breast, pulling on
the nipple before nibbling on the tip hard enough to sting. Using his other
hand, he slipped beneath the watery folds of her skirt to caress her labia,
loving how her arousal was slicker than the water. He switched to her other
breast and sucked hard enough that her hips thrust against his hand, and a
fresh wave of her honey warmed his fingers between her legs.

A slight shiver ran through her body, making the water
around them tremble with her movement. He pulled her close, holding her chilly
body against his warm one, slipping his hands beneath the water line to caress
her butt. “Are you cold, little girl?”