0 comments/ 24534 views/ 5 favorites The Hunted By: LittlePet I’ve always considered myself the hunter. Since my last relationship, I managed to shut myself off to the world. I suffered quite a bout of depression, and only within the last month have I decided to begin avidly looking for that new someone, the new man I will wish to give my life to, my new Master. I had no idea that this particular night, I was the one being hunted, being stalked. The night air had a bit of an odd chill in it, as if not noticing the fact that it was nearing summer. I had donned my black trench (as I do even in hot weather for these particular events) and pulled tight around me as I strolled down downtown west in Nashville. Wednesday nights were dubbed “fetish nights” at Ménages, a local adult scene that was always fairly crowded with an extremely select group of people. Most of them were old businessmen, paying their outrageously ridiculous membership fees and waiting for the submissive of their dreams—others were couples of all ages, which, with their discounted couples fare sought out others to share nights of swapping. Then there were the singles. The young women outnumbered the young men by far, which is extremely unusual for such clubs, but when a single young lady can walk in the door for free and get a lifetime membership for only a dollar, who can resist? Veering off the sidewalk, I stepped down the stairs and into the door. The front room was virtually empty; those taking coats and checking membership were sitting around casually talking. My heart was pumping rapidly in my chest, tonight was going to be the night, I just knew it! I shucked my coat and handed it to a petite blonde standing in the corner, smiling at her slightly. “She’s pretty,” I thought to myself. But she’s not what I’m here for. After flashing my membership, I walked into the main room. Dim lights and cozy booths made interesting shadows dance on the walls. My corset top felt even more restricting than it had when I first put it on; my breasts were slightly overflowing. My skirt was trying to stick to my legs (damn leather!) as I walked over to a booth. For now I was just going to sit and look around, to see what I could find. After all, this isn’t something one rushes into. Over at the bar there was a balding man, probably late forties, chatting with a lesbian couple that were regulars here. The two companions were obviously unimpressed with the man, as the conversation was cut short by an open invitation to one of the play rooms in the back. I followed the two ladies, letting my eyes sway in the rhythm of their strides, but was cut short when a strong urge hit me. My face started to burn as I felt the gaze upon me, someone was staring straight at me—seemingly straight into my soul. For a brief moment I had no intention of turning my head, but something inside my mind compelled me to look. In the corner sat one of the most mesmerizing people in the room, and was certainly working his charm as he started at me. His eyes would meet mine and trail down my neck to my breasts, then back up. Something was unnatural about his gaze, as if he weren’t objectifying me as a woman; it was something deeper. As if calling me to him in my mind, I drifted across the floor. He was running his finger along the rim of his glass, letting my eye catch the glint of the gold thumb armor he had on. I approached his table, and without a word he motioned for me to sit down. I started to speak, but the words just wouldn’t come—I just sat staring at him. His hair was well-kept, short and dark brown, and his dark eyes made him appear rather mysterious. His skin was smooth, a light color. I had hardly even noticed how deep his voice was as he spoke to me, it was as if I was under some sort of spell. “So, my dear, what brings you into such a place tonight?” At this point I was fixed upon his ring, which looked to be an outstretched eagle talon, shielding his thumb and coming to a sharp point. “Well?” I looked back up to his eyes. I knew he was expecting an answer, but instead of stating plainly that I’ve been looking for a new owner, I ended up telling him everything about myself—things that I wasn’t really thinking of in the foreground of my mind. He seemed very enthused with my every word, laughing and smiling, or casting looks of sympathy where it was appropriate. The entire time he didn’t say a word, just let me talk. “….so to make a long story short, that’s why I’m here.” “haha! Oh, little one. You shouldn’t try so hard. You are such a beautiful lady; men should be lining up to fill your void. What was your name again?” I could feel the heat under my skin as I began to blush. Here I was rambling on to a complete stranger. “I’m sorry…my name is jade. And you are…?” “Strix, just call me Strix.” He smiled at me, his teeth magnificently white. I had an odd connection to him immediately; it was if I had known him for years…as if he knew everything about me—every intimate detail. We talked for a bit more at the club, and I couldn’t help but accept when he invited me back to his hotel room. As he stood up I noticed he was rather tall, or more so that I’m rather short; there was at least seven inches height difference between us. As we walked to the front room he placed his hand on my shoulder. The room was warm, and with the suit he had on I wasn’t sure what I was feeling. His palm was cold on my skin. “I must still be blushing for some reason.” To me, that was the only possible explanation. We hailed a cab down the strip and he told the driver where we needed to go. The drive was short there, and nothing was really said between the two of us. We pulled up to hotel and I waited patiently as he paid the fare and led me inside. He had reserved a suite for the night, on the top floor. I stood in front of him in the elevator, and was a bit shocked as he grabbed my waist and pulled my body to his. “Are you ready for some fun, my lovely jade?” His voice was a whisper in my ear, which turned me on beyond belief. I could feel my cunt start to get wetter, and closed my eyes to envision the night ahead. The vision was short-lived though, as I heard the ‘ding’ of the elevator, and felt him guide me out into the hall. He led me into the main room and asked me to sit. I removed my coat again, tossing it onto the sofa and went to sit on the bed. Before I got there he was again behind me—shirtless now, running his fingers along the seams of my skirt, up my back, and to my shoulders. There was no mistaking it, his touch was cold; it sent shivers throughout my body. I turned around in time to meet his lips. They were cold as well as he pressed them to mine. Our kiss became more passionate as I wrapped my arms around his neck and his around my waist. Slowly he moved his hands to my hips and picked up my legs to wrap them around his back. His muscles were very defined, he was strong and lean. I was becoming more and more eager for his cock; despite the fact that it appeared he wanted to prolong my agony. He carried me over to the bed and sat me down. I laid back as he moved over me, kissing down my body. Taking his thumb guard, he ran it down my corset, snipping the ribbon in two, letting it fall away from my body as he moved down. Gently tugging at each nipple, he worked down my stomach with his mouth, kissing and licking a trail that led straight to my skirt. Pushing it up over my hips, I felt the breeze from ceiling fan on my thighs and cunt. I pushed myself up toward his mouth, hoping he’d at least tease my clit a little with his tongue, but he spent more time paying attention to my legs, kissing the sensitive skin on the inside of them, only grazing my pussy now and then. He was slowly driving me mad! I wanted so badly for him to do something—anything, to help calm my craving. I began to whimper, hoping it would at least buy me some sympathy, and all he did was look up and smile. His eyes seemed to penetrate to the depths of my soul, and as if he knew exactly what I was asking for, he started to lap at my clit furiously. It felt so good as he ran it back and forth, occasionally sucking it into his mouth and biting it a bit. Before I knew it, I was on the verge of an orgasm, thrusting my hips up to meet his mouth, running my fingers through his hair…I looked down to see him working on me, and without even realizing what had happened, I saw that he had cut me with the talon ring that he had on. It hadn’t hurt, but the sight of my own blood made me gasp, as it was trickling down toward my ass. Strix looked up at me, and seeing the expression on my face started to apologize. “Oh, dear…I knew I should have taken that ring off, it does nothing but get me in trouble.” He shot a coy smile in my direction, and as if eased by this, I laid my head back on the pillow again. Pressing his thumb to my clit, he began to rotate it, and I could feel his mouth over the wound he had created. I thought nothing of this, his tongue licking the blood that trailed from my thigh, as I had once or twice relished in cleaning out a bite mark or scratch I made from passion. It only seemed different as he became more aggressive—so to speak. It was as if that one simple scratch weren’t enough. Too wrapped up to reason, I let the pleasure of his hands take over. “I want you,” was all I could get out. He unbuckled his pants and slid them down as he worked back up my body with his lips. My body was on fire, I wanted nothing more than a release, and to feel that explosion with his cock buried deep within me. He kissed me on the lips, being careful for some reason not to part them and allow me his tongue, and without so much as a warning he drove into me. The hardness of his cock surprised me. It was as if it were an inanimate object, hard as stone, but it felt marvelous as he pounded it in and out of me. My cunt throbbed around him, squeezing it, waiting to let go. Pleasure coursed throughout my body. On his knees, Strix lifted me up against him, pinching my nipples hard—making me press my head into his chest and let a moan escape my lips. I was getting closer to my orgasm, my breathing was beginning to change and I started to impale myself on him even harder. I could feel his breath on my neck, as he was brushing his lips against me, almost as if he were breathing me in, he was delighting in my pleasure. With his mouth close to my ear, I heard him—barely audible…”Now.” The sensation I felt from that one little word was indescribable. It shot throughout me, making my body rack, jerking in his arms. The moans of ecstasy were unstoppable, as I arched my back and allowed my mouth to hang open. The louder I was the deeper he tried to penetrate me. At the peak of my orgasm, waves of pleasure rushing over me, I felt a pain. Pain that was so sharp, yet I welcomed it. I didn’t move any, just allowed myself to experience it all—the hurting and the bliss—at once. My only wonder was, what had he done? I could feel his body heating up, becoming an inferno pressed against me. I began to feel weak, the only thing I could feel was pleasure, and even that was overtaken. It wasn’t until I cast my eyes down that I realized what had happened. On my breasts, though faint, I could see a trace of blood, correction; a stream of blood…it was all too late to notice. I had come with one intention to that club, that intention being to seek a Master. I was on the prowl, in a sense looking for my own prey, though that certainly wouldn’t be the case in the long run. Yet the entire time, despite my cautiousness, I was the prey. I was just another lovely girl, another feeding, another day of life for this, this—thing. I was the hunted. The Hunted She was running. They were chasing after her and if she stumbles now they would have her! She could feel her breath straining and her throat was raw with exertion. It felt like she has been running for hours, but her reason told her it could not have been more than a few blocks. Her ankle was throbbing where she hit it on the windowsill making her hasty exit. But how did they find her? She kept glancing back over her shoulder, making sure that they did not gain ground. She was desperate and determined not to be caught. But, in her obsession with keeping an eye on her pursuers, she forgot to keep an eye on where she was going... Strong hands gripped her, pulling her up. She could not believe that she was so clumsy. Now they had her. She struggled to get free, and to her surprise the hands slackened their grip. She stared up, gazing into bottomless pools of blue. They reflected concern, as opposed to the hatred she expected. She stared up into them, pleading for help. If he could not save her she would surely be doomed and they would get to her. He pulled her towards his car. She did not need a second invitation and seized the opportunity for escape. "Beggars can't be choosers," she thought, ducking into the back of the car, hoping they did not see where she went. The car pulled away and out of sheer exhaustion she fell asleep crouched down behind the seats. She awoke feeling cold, stiff and sore all over. It took a moment to orientate herself as to where she was. Yes, running, falling, getting into the car. She sat up, looking at the man behind the wheel. " Thank you for saving me", she said, gazing into his eyes reflected in the rear-view mirror. He smiled, nodded and drove on. She sensed his questions, but had no intention to provide him with the answers he was surely entitled to. He must not find out, else she will be lost again. She had to clutch onto safety wherever she could find it. She could not allow them to find her. Eventually, as the sun rose, they pulled into a driveway in a neat and tidy suburb. He opened the door for her and led her inside. She awoke. It was dark and she was in an unfamiliar room. The clothes were definitely not hers either. But that didn't matter. She could smell him. There were no trace of her pursuers in the air, but his scent overwhelmed her senses. She got out of bed and walked out the room seeking the source of the smell. The room next to hers were empty and smelled of fabric softener. She barely paused, but moved rapidly to the next room. This room turned out to be the bathroom. She glanced at herself in the mirror, washed her face and fixed her hair and moved on. Aaah, there he was. He was lying on the bed paging through a magazine. On hearing her approach he looked up, smiling. This was her cue to pounce. She could not stop herself. She felt the lust rising in her body and she started to tear her clothes off. He looked bewildered. She, however, did not allow him the opportunity to resist. As soon as she was butt naked she started removing his clothes. Her eyes were hungry with desire and he felt as if she was devouring him with them. His body could not resist her. As soon as she uncovered his penis, it sprang to life, purple and pulsating and awaiting the promised pleasure. She immediately took advantage of it. Crawling slowly from the foot of the bed, she prowled towards his vulnerable manhood. Her red-hot tongue started to caress his scrotum, the long strides stretching from his anus to the base of his penis. He could barely suppress his pleas of pleasure. She methodically made her way up onto his body, her road traced by the hot, wet caresses. When she reached the tip of his penis, she started to suck and nibble on it. His senses were on edge. Her gentle nibbles were interrupted by the forceful sucks and her obvious mastery of deep throat. He groaned. She could taste the sweet stickiness of his pre-cum. No use wasting him now. She slid up his body: Her bare breasts dangling over his naked chest and her hot, juicy vagina slipping over his leg. He became impatient, but she pinned him down, keeping him helpless in his desire for fulfilment. Eventually, after what felt as an eternity the wet crevice reached his tortured penis and he felt it sliding over its entire length. Suddenly the resistance gave way and he felt himself slipping into her. She was a master at lubrication and he entered her tight vagina effortlessly, her labia opening to invite him in. His hips started their automatic rhythmic movement. He wanted this more than he ever wanted anything. But she had other ideas. She pinned him immobile under her, her body bouncing on top of him. She pushed his penis backward - just enough to maximise her own pleasure, but also far enough back to prevent him from coming. The pressure in his ball turned into a searing pain. He had to overcome her and take what she has denied him so far. He mustered all his strength and threw her over. He started to ride her: his forceful pounding driving his tortured penis deeper and deeper into her. He could feel her body tighten with pleasure. This spurned him on to great finale. His world stopped. He could feel the hot, thick semen pumping through his penis, exploding into her in. He collapsed onto her, drained of all his energy. She rolled over, and with a smile on her face thought "I could hide here for a while. He seems adequate and it would take some time before they tracked me here." The Hunted Muriel slipped deftly between trees as she dashed through the darkened forest. She was unarmed and barely clothed without even a pair of shoes to her name. How she had come to be in this situation she wasnt sure, but she could feel the dark shadow that stalked her through the woods. Before her departure she had been given one bit of advice: "Abandon all inhibitions, and you will lose yourself to the pleasure you crave." Carefully and methodically the hunter followed her movements. He could strike at any moment, but the thrill of the chase brought the final conclusion even more pleasure. Trevor smiled devilishly, this would be a night to remember. A tremor of panic and excitement burst through Muriel as she raced ahead. For nearly an hour now she had been stalked and her sides burned with exhaustion. Shortly she came to a small creek and paused only momentarily to drink before splashing on ahead. Muriel worried that the delay would cost her, but as she tossed her head over her shoulder to try and spy the hunter she could see nothing. Breathing a sigh of relieve she pushed herself harder and sprinted farther ahead. Suddenly Trevor stepped out from a tree infront of her and wrapped his arms around her tightly. Muriel wriggled, trying to break free but his well muscled arms held her to his bare chest. With another wicked grin Trevor pressed his mouth to her neck and began kissing and sucking, scraping his teeth lightly across her flesh. Relaxing slightly Muriel let out a small moan, thinking the game at an end, but Trevor quickly released her and lept to an overhead branch. "Run my darling," he taunted. "Wouldn't do for you to be caught so soon." Gaining her second wind, with the excitement of nearly being captured pulsing through her, Muriel turned and spurred herself forward. The forest seemed to grow denser and the trees larger with each step she took, at some points forcing her to backtrack and find a path through the underbrush. Behind her she could hear Trevor leaping from tree to tree in pursuit and she knew she would soon be caught if she didn't get lucky. Trees flew by in a blur as the beautiful goddess of a woman whipped her way through the forest. She constantly changed direction and dashed between small openings hoping to throw off her pursuit. Just as she believed herself in the clear she came to a dead stop. The trees had formed an impenetrable circle, with the only exit being the way she just came. Quickly she twisted around to run back out when she found her path blocked by a giant of a man. Trevor's well muscled body gleamed with a thin sheen of sweat, his short hair spiked up and his emerald eyes gleaming even in the near dark of the canopy. He walked slowly towards Muriel and she gazed hungrily at the smooth way his strong form glided over to her. "It...it seems you've got me now, love." Muriel panted, from both exhaustion and the lust that was creeping over her. Trevor reached up and ran a large but gentle hand across her cheek, staring into her beautiful eyes. Without a word he smiled and kissed her passionately. As their lips met Muriel could feel fire and electricity running through her body. The kiss seemed to steal her remaining energy and she collapsed against him. Pulling back Trevor gazed into her eyes again and reached down to remove the tattered skirt, the only clothing she was wearing. He ripped it off with one powerful tug before slipping off his own pants. Muriel smiled in anticipation as she saw his seven inch cock standing fully erect at the sight of her amazing body. Firmly but gently Trevor forced Muriel on to her knees, with her back to him. He grabbed her arms and pinned them against her own back with one hand, meanwhile spreading her legs open with the other. Muriel began panting in hornily as he pushed her forward and brought his cock up to meet her wet pulsing vagina. He smiled as he ran two fingers over her clit, glad to see that the chase had made her horny, and always finding the sight of a horny woman to be the most exciting in the world. "Oh Trevor," Muriel moaned. "Fuck me, fuck me hard." Trevor twisted her arm slightly, not enough to hurt her, but enough to show her who was in charge and slid his big throbbing dick into her eager twat. Muriel let out another long, drawn out moan as he slid slowly into her. "Mmmm, it's been soooo long since I felt you in me baby. It feels so good when you fuck me hard." Trevor decided to let that comment slide and began pounding her pussy hard. Fucking her hard and deep she could feel his giant penis pushing all the way inside her, stretching her tight twat bigger than she remembered. His balls swung forward, slapping against her clit and she let out a gasp of pleasure with each hit. He began rolling his hips in a circle thrusting his cock all over inside her, rubbing tight against her G-spot and bringing Muriel to amazing new levels of pleasure. Muriel felt hornier than she ever had before and began pressing her fine ass against him, moaning louder and louder as little by little his cock sunk deeper into her. Suddenly Trevor grabbed one of her cheeks and cupped it in his large hand, his other hand still pinning her arms down. He slid his hand along her ass till his thumb came to her anus and he began rubbing the rim, pressing in only slightly. Instinctively Muriel recoiled from the thought of anal play but the feeling of him so close, the thrill of the danger made her start shouting his name in among the moans, the ecstasy rolling through her body as she relaxed back against him and reveling in the new sensation of being fucked while having her ass played with. The waves of a stellar orgasm began building in her sexy body as Trevor thrust his now drenched cock in and out of Muriel's delicious pussy. She could feel her arms were free and a hand was caressing her curvaceous breasts. Muriel threw her head back and closed her eyes, soaking in the feel of all the different stimuli. At last Trevor could hold back no longer and he let himself go, moaning loudly and thrusting even deeper into Muriel while firing his cum deep into her. The sensation of his semen exploding inside her and the sense of love it gave her broke the floodgates and Muriel gave one massive final moan and shouted "TREEEVVVOORRR" at the top of her lungs as the most incredible orgasm of her life burst over her weary body. The hunter and the hunted collapsed to the ground together, Muriel laying her head on Trevor's broad chest. She sighed happily as he wrapped his arms around her and they both closed their eyes.