Ownedfyre (mm1)
04-11-2008, 08:56 AM
The night was dark and stormy. The wind whipped around her, causing her hair to fly around her face in a deep auburn halo. Her dress was pinned to her legs as she walked though the woods. Her feet were clad only in simple slippers and she had no coat. But she loved the feel of the wind against her pale skin. The full moon shone through the clouds briefly as they passed overhead, lighting the woods in an eerie blue light. The lightning was still miles away, but the thunder rumbled in the distance, promising a real show once the storm hit. She was on her way to the falls, to bathe in the icy water and cleanse herself of the negativity of the past week. The clean clear water always refreshed her. Bathing in the moonlight only heightened her sense of renewal. She arrived at the little copse of trees surrounding the water and began to undress. It really didn't take long. The dress unbuttoned at the neck and fell in a pool at her feet. she stepped out of her shoes and turned to walk to the edge of the water. That's when she felt him. Her skin became aware of is gaze, felt the heat from his eyes. She stopped and slowly turned around, trying to locate him in the trees that surrounded her. She felt fear, excitement and arousal that he had followed her here. He had been watching her for quite sometime now, and she had hoped he would approach her. But not here, not now, when she was naked and defenseless. She turned to walk back to her dress which was hanging on a tree limb. She meant to be fully clothed before he could get to her. But she didn't realize just how close he was. He stepped out from behind the tree to her right, into the moonlight, his gaze raking over her. Lightning struck close by. She froze in fear. She felt panic rise up in her throat. She wanted to cover herself from his gaze, but found she could not move. He bagan to advance on her, his stride long and casual, as if he had all the time in the world. She turned to flee from him, but there was nowhere to go but the water. She faced him, backing up until she felt a large tree behind her. He smiled, menacing, his eyes glittering with danger as lightning crashed around them. He walked until he was inches from her face, feeling her breath on his face as she panicked. She was trying to ward him off with her hands, but he easily took both wrists in one hand, pinning them behind her back and causing her pale breasts to thrust out in front of her. Her chest was heaving with her fright. He could smell her fear, and laced with that, her arousal. While he held her wrists with one hand, the other ran from her cheek, down her neck, over her collarbone down to her breast. He paused there, pinching the nipple to harness and pulling on it. She cried out in pain and pleasure, her eyes closed. He grabbed her chin, forcing it up and commanded her to look at him. Her eyes lifted to him, defiant and sparkling with a combination of anger, humiliation and submission. He continued his exploration of her body, his hand tracing a path down to her hip and between her legs. There, he felt the heat of her, the wetness and arousal she could not hide. Her eyes lowered in shame of her body's betrayal. He thrust two fingers into her, causing her to gasp with the shock of the invasion. He removed his fingers slowly, placing them on her lips and commanding her to lick them. She took them into her mouth and slowly rotated her tongue around them, all the while looking into his eyes. The rain began to fall and she felt it like ice on her skin. He pulled his fingers from her mouth and gave her a punishing kiss, invading her mouth with his tongue. She moaned, unable to stop herself, barely able to stand. He turned her to face the tree, making her feel even more vulnerable, as he held her hands tight. She felt the heat of his body in contrast to the rain as he was suddenly naked behind her. He ordered her to spread her legs apart and she complied, unable to fight it. He pushed the tip of his cock into her slowly at first, then thrusting so hard it picked her entirely up off her feet. She screamed and he pulled her head back by her hair, commanding her to be silent. She whimpered as he thrust into her again and again, brutally fucking her. The tree bark was tearing her skin as he forced her body against it over and over. He removed his cock from her and turned her around, ordering her to her knees. She knelt in the wet grass, sucking his cock with abandon, loving the feel of it in her mouth. Her eyes were locked with his as she licked up the shaft, taking the head in her mouth and slowly going down. His hands were in her hair, pulling, pushing, punishing her. She took all she could, gagging on the sheer size of him. He decided that was enough and stood her back up. He pinned her to the tree, kissing her senseless and touching her everywhere at once. She considered fleeing now, while his guard was down. Her body tensed with the urge to run and he sensed it. He pulled his mouth from hers, looking her in the eye as his hand made its way to her neck. He said nothing as he tightened his grip on her throat, making it clear that she could not flee. She tried to swallow, her breathing becoming too fast. He slammed into her again with his cock, the lightning almost constant now. He fucked her hard and deep, never relenting. The bark was now at her back, hurting her. She didn't care. All she could feel was his cock inside her, tearing her apart. She longed for release, but he would not allow it. Her body was bruised and battered. But he wasn't finished with her yet. He pulled her from the tree, dragging her to a fallen log and throwing her across it facedown. He spread her legs and immediately he was in her ass, fucking her hard and causing her to scream and moan simultaniously. She began to feel the heat building inside her. There was no fighting it anymore, and she cried as he took her savagely. The storm raged around them. His hand was on her clit, his cock in her ass and she came. She came so hard she almost passed out, as he gave a resounding yell and emptied himslef into her. One final thrust and he was spent. They were both covered with sweat. She was covered in cuts and bruises, her body ached, but she was more satiated than she had ever been in her life. He stood up, removing himself from her and getting dressed. She lay there over that log for quite sometime, unable to move, uncaring of the shame and humiliation of being naked and spread out. When she finally stood up, she found she could hardly walk. She turned to look for him and he was gone. She walked to her dress, still hanging on the tree. There was no sign of him anywhere. She went down to the water's edge and slowly entered the cooling pool. The icy water cleansed her body and soothed her battered skin. She bathed and swam for a while under the moonlight, the storm having long since passed. She knew not who he was. She had never seen him before that night, but she hoped and feared to see him again.