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Predator Chapter 2 (MF,BDSM,RAPE,CONS)
by Dee Ann Marie
Copyright, February 2002

The usual statements apply.  If you're under 18, its illegal
to read this in your area, don't like to read about sex
between consenting adults, or don't believe that consenting
adults should have sex, DO NOT READ THIS.

The rain is lightly falling as I wait for you to arrive.  Suddenly out of
the corner of my eye, I spot you about ten yards away.  You are wearing a
short blue skirt and a green, short-sleeved blouse, which is clinging to
your ample breasts due to the rain.  I start to get hard just thinking of
kneading them.  "Maybe I'll fuck them today.  It's been awhile since I've
done that." I think.  You scan the surrounding landscape trying to see me.
You check your watch.  You know that I'm here.  I'm never late.  I slowly
skulk towards you.  Maybe I won't have to chase you today.  "You are making
this too easy for me."  Twenty feet.  Ten feet.  I can smell you now.  You
smell of Strawberries and excited woman.  The wind changes slightly, and you
now can smell me.  You take off running towards the woods.  Good.  You get
ten seconds, then I'll chase you down.

Ten...nine...five...three...one.  I take off in the direction you ran.  I
try to be as quiet as I can get as the trees begin to get thicker.  I can
hear the river in the distance and the birds chirping lightly.  But I can't
hear you.  A twig snaps to my right, and I glance in that direction with the
hopes of spotting you.  But it's just a squirrel going up a tree.  Damn!  I
had hoped it would be you.  I continue walking for another couple of minutes
until I come to the river.  I scan the bank for signs of you and bingo.
About thirty feet upstream, your skirt and blouse lay discarded in a pile
with your shoes and stockings.  You swam across the river, but now you only
have your underwear and bra on.  "A little cold water never hurt."  I start
stripping down to my underwear as I scan the other bank for signs of exit or
even you.  I grab your stockings and jump in the water.  "This water is
freezing.  You WILL pay for making me so cold."  I swim easily across the
quick flowing river to the other bank.  About three feet from where I exit
the water is your footprints in the mud.  I follow the prints until they
disappear in the knee-length wavy grass.  Unfortunately the wind has covered
your path through the grass, so I am left with my senses and intuition to
lead me to you.

Crouched low in the grass, I make my way about seven feet in the direction
you had been going in when your prints disappeared.  Then I just lay there
waiting.  Waiting for you to make a mistake.  Waiting for you to give me an
indication of which direction to take.  Suddenly, you dart from the trees
farther on and start back towards the water at a run, running right into me
in the process.  But you didn't see me lying flat to the ground in the
grass.  You stumble right over me with a solid kick to my ribs.  "You
fucking bitch!! You did that on purpose."  I rail at you as you attempt to
get to you feet and start running again.  But the weather is on my side
today.  Just as you get to your feet to start running again, the downpour
starts and the landscape darkens.  It almost looks like night now and the
ground is a muddy mess and the grass provides little in the way of traction.
I roll over and grab your ankle and pull hard.  Loosing your balance, you
start slipping in the muck.  You fall into the mud with a satisfyingly muddy
squish.

Now you are at my level.  I scramble over to you and pin you down with my
body.  But you are more nimble and start kicking and bucking in an attempt
to throw me off of you.  We start wrestling in the mud with limbs flying in
every direction.  Soon you are on top with me on the bottom.  I smile breaks
across your face.  You think you've won.  But I don't think so.  Suddenly I
buck my hips and push you with my hands.  You are too distracted trying to
maintain your position on my hips that I am able to grab a handful of your
mud-drenched hair before you realize it.  I wrap my hand around it a pull.
"Off of me or I'll pull it out."  I tell you.  You comply as best you can
with a section of your hair wrapped around my right fist.  As soon as you
clear my hips, I sit up.  "I did like you asked you bastard now let go of my
hair." You screech at me.  "Don't squirm or try to get away and I won't pull
your hair."  I say as I get to my feet.

"You bruised my ribs and nearly froze me to death with that swim across the
river, you slut.  You are lucky that your scalp is the only thing that I'm
hurting." I threaten.  "Now on your knees and show me your appreciation for
my restraint." I order and pull you to your knees with a tug of your hair.
You take my cock into your mouth and suck it slowly from shaft to tip.
"Damn you're a good cock-sucker."  I moan gently, approving of your
ministrations.  My cock grows as your warm, wet mouth glides up and down the
shaft.  Your tongue makes patterns on the shaft and base.  Suddenly you open
your mouth wider on the down stroke and flick my balls into your mouth as
well.  If you keep that up much longer I am going to cum all over your
throat.  But that is probably what you're hoping for.  Submit to oral
punishment without the rest of your body getting touched.  But the mental
image of you lying on your back while I fuck your tits is just too sweet to
resist.  So I tug your hair slightly to pull that succulent mouth off of my
cock.  "Lie down and fuck my cock with you tits." I order as you look at me
questioningly.  You lie down obediently as I release my hold of your hair.
I straddle your upper body and start to slide my cock between your globes.
The grittiness and slickness of the mud stimulates the side of my rod as I
increase the pace of my trust.  "Now use your mouth on the tip of it." I
encourage you.  "That's it baby, good.  Now open your mouth because I'm
going to cum and I want you to take every last drop down your slender
throat.  I hate messy eaters."  I further encourage.  With a final thrust,
my cum spurts from my cock, and you voraciously swallow every last drop with
only mild difficulty.  You lick your lips to get the last bit off.  "Um,
tastes like chicken." You jest.

I smile but refuse to budge from your chest.  This causes you sink slightly
deeper into the mud.  "Would you please get off of me? I think I am sinking
into this stuff and some of it is starting to get in my ear." You rail at
me.  I smirk at your bitching but slide down your body slightly so that you
and sit up but your legs are still pinned to the ground with my weight.  "So
is there a bridge around here or are you carrying me across that frigid
river on your back?" I ask with a sadistic smile.  "Well if you would get
off of my legs, I'll show you were we can cross the river." You reply.  As I
get up, you sprint from me.  You run towards the river and are half way
across before I even get to the shoreline.  "You bitch!!" I scream.  You
reach the other shore, look back, smile and say "Hey, I needed to get all
that dirt off somehow and now you can get the dirt off you too.  You should
be thanking me."   "Don't you dare run off again!  Stay right where you are
and I'll be there in a minute." I say as I dive into the water and start to
swim across.  I as I reach the shore I see that not only are you gone but so
are your clothes and mine too.  "Fucking cunt! You stole my clothes." I
scream to the area around me.  I am going to strangle you for that.

I bend down and look for a sign to which way you went.  Down river and
slightly towards the trees, I follow your tracks for about fifty feet until
they stop near the grove where we parked our cars.  I quickly scan the grove
and am relieved to spot your car still parked about twenty yards away.
Unexpectedly, I spot you.  You are slowly making your way around the edge of
the grove to your car.  I sprint towards you and tackle you to the ground.
"That's the second time today that you've made me chase you, slut. And I had
to swim that damned river again, and to top it off, you stole my clothes."
I ground out in your ear.  "What do you have to say for your actions?"  "I
can't say much with you on top of me." You sarcastically remark.  "Hands
above your head and don't try to bolt again." I demand as I shift my weight
fractionally off of your upper back. You comply dutifully and I tie your
hands with the stocking that I had stolen from you before my first swim
across the glacial water.  I tie your hands together and drag you to the
back bumper of your car and tie you to it, face-up.  "Just what were you
going to do?" I ask, looking down at you "Leave me here without any clothes
to freeze?" probing further.  I rustle through the pile of clothes and come
up with your car keys.  I grab the set and unlock your car.  You wanted a
swim today...you've got a towel and a change of clothes in your back seat.
I grab the towel, dry myself off and start your car.  "What are you going to
do to me?" you ask, terrified.  "Maybe I'll drag you for awhile.  I think
that would be fun." I tease, and looking at the horrified look on your face,
I add "or maybe I won't. But you need to be punished for running away yet
again."  I've still got that whip under the passenger seat of my car.
Getting out of your car, I rustle through the pile of clothes again; grab my
set of keys and head towards my car.  "Maybe I'll just leave you tied up for
awhile and be back in a few hours to see how you're doing." I yell over my
shoulder.  "Don't you dare you bastard!" you yell at my back.  I laugh and
say, "Hey, it was just an idea."

Reaching my car, I unlock it and begin searching through it for the
implement of your soon-to-be pain.  Quickly I find it under the seat.  It's
a whip.  It has a nine-inch long and two-inch wide handle with roughly
forty-five strips of leather coming out from the tip of the handle.  It is
red, to match the blood it brings forth.  The leather strips are about two
and a half feet long with knots placed throughout the strip (this increases
the pain) and one large knot at the end of each strip.  I thrash it from
side-to-side to get the feel of it again in my hand and slowly walk back
towards you with it.  From the corner of your eye, you see me coming back
but can't see the whip, hidden behind my back.  I grin maliciously at you as
I stop in front of you.  "What do you have in your hands?" you ask timidly.
"Nothing, just a toy for me to use."  With that said, I show you the whip
and lightly whip your legs with it.  "This is your punishment.  You get
twenty lashes with it and don't you dare move or it will be thirty."  The
tears well up in your eyes as you beg for a different punishment. "Please,
not that.  I'll do whatever you want.  Please just don't whip me.  I won't
be able to walk if you do." You plead.  "That was my intention, babe.  If
you can't walk, you sure as hell can't run. And if you can't run, you can't
get away again." I condescendingly remark.

With that, the whip flies.  It contacts with your middle legs with a slap
and causing long welts and red marks to streak the areas just above and
below your kneecaps.  You scream out in pain and plead for me to stop.  I
smile and raise the whip again.  "This is for making me swim that blasted
icy river." I spat and let the whip fly again.  "And this is for making me
rut around in the mud with you."  SMACK. "And this is for making me swim
that sub-zero river yet again to chase you more." I let the whip soar
towards your flesh for the fourth time.  But now, your legs are bright red,
swollen and bleeding slightly.  But you don't move.  You just cry and beg
for it to be over.  Your tears are flowing unrestrained now.  I decide that
you've been punished enough, and let whip drop next to your legs.  "Have you
learned your lesson?"  I quietly ask as I untie your hands.

Big mistake.  As soon as your arms were free, you start to pelt me with your
fists until you grab the whip.  You then start to whip me with my own whip.
I tackle you and attempt to take control back of the whip.  Our limbs are
flying in every direction and your right elbow connects several times with
my stomach, ribs, and finally my jaw.  The last blow puts me in a slight
daze.  But the pain of you biting of my shoulder has me coming out of my
daze quickly.  "Let go of the whip of so help me I will take a piece of
flesh with my next bite." you growl from on top of me. "I haven't even got
the damn whip, you fucking bitch."  I fume.  You look up, and see the whip
about five feet from us.

You start to get up but I pull you back.  "Why are you getting up?  I was
enjoying the feeling of your body on mine." I ask huskily. "You hurt me and
I'm no longer in the mood.  Hell, I'm still bleeding from it." You say.
"Come on baby.  I'll make you forget the pain and give you only pleasure
now. " I say, smiling seductively.  There is doubt still in your eyes but
you slide back down my body.  "Do you have any idea how that feels?"  I purr
at your sensuous movements.  And slowly begin to suck and knead on your
breasts.  I roll you slightly so we are both on our sides.  Your eyes drift
shut as you are caught up in the sensations that I'm giving to your body.
As I continue to nibble and suckle on your breasts, my hands descend down
your body.  My fingers comb through your soft amber fur covering your twat.
My index finger glides its way around slightly until it touches its intended
spot... your clit.  Like electricity flowing through you, you start to
squirm and moan.  I insert my middle finger and ring finger into your pussy
and add my thumb to your clit.  The thumb and index finger softly milk your
clit like a mini-penis while the other two fingers play with your g-spot.
You moan loudly and start to thrash violently.  From experience I know that
you are about to cum.

With a swift fluid motion, I remove my fingers and mount you and press you
onto your back.  I get two deep thrusts into you before your pussy muscles
start to milk my cock in the height of your orgasm.  I continue to thrust as
much as I can.  Damn you have some extremely strong muscles.  As your orgasm
subsides and your muscles loosen, I begin the thrust quickly again.  You've
got at least one more orgasm in you for me.  As you come down from your
orgasm-induced high you start to thrust with me and rake hands down my back.
A couple more thrusts and I now I'm on the brink of orgasm.  You sense this
and lock your legs around my hips and buck your hips in an encouragement for
my cock to penetrate you as deeply as it will.  Who am I to ignore the
wishes of a beautiful woman?  I thrust one last time as I cum all up in you.
My orgasm triggers yours and you again start squeezing my cock.  This time,
you're trying to get every last once of cum out of it as humanly possible.
A couple more small thrusts and I pull out of you and fall onto my back in
pure exhaustion.

After about five minutes of just lying there, I get up and help you to your
feet as well.  As we walk over to where our clothes are, I say "Same time
next week?"  "Better make it two weeks, I don't think I'm going to be able
to even walk without any pain for at least a week.  You really did a number
on my legs.  Next time not so hard, please." You say.  "Fine, I'll see you
in two weeks.  I'll e-mail you with the exact day and time next week.  And
no more swimming until summer, that water was frigid." I say while smiling.
"Fine, no swims until summer, bye." You agree.

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