Obsession's Embrace

Addicted (Run pt. 2)

What the fuck is wrong with me?

Am I fucking crazy?

Yeah I've lost my fucking mind.

So many thoughts are running through my brain while I run through these woods. In the dark. Alone. Well, I'm not really alone. My stalker's chasing me. And if she catches me, she'll fuck me.

Have I lost my mind? Absolutely.

Am I also thrilled and horny as fuck right now, debating on standing still so she finds me faster? One hundred percent.

But I can't do that. She wants the chase. Like a game of cat and mouse. Hunter and hunted. Predator and prey. She wants me to feel the angst. She wants me to fear getting caught.

Jokes on her. I fear getting caught, but only because I don't know if she'll fuck me right here, or make me wait for it. With how soaked my pussy is, I fear I'll become the biggest fucking brat if she makes me wait.

The rules of the game are simple, yet unclear. What happens if I win the game and she doesn't find me? She texts me that she gives up and to come out of hiding? Where would I go? How would I find my way out of this mess?

Leaves crunch beneath the Vans on my feet as I run. What a fucking day to wear these. My breath comes out in heavy pants while I duck low hanging branches and cringe every time a twig snaps beneath my foot.

With how loud I'm being there's no doubt in my mind that she'll catch me. And fast. I need to find somewhere to hide. Somewhere I doubt she would even think to look to find me.

I could gather leaves and cover myself with them. But no. That would be too obvious. It isn't until I see a small opening up ahead, a little cove of sorts, that my mind screams to run faster.

Bloody fucking perfect.

A twig snaps.

But it wasn't me.

I throw my gaze over my shoulder and see a figure standing a few hundred feet behind me. Based on the leather outfit, I know it's Electra. But she's wearing a ski mask now with a skull on it. Only her eyes can be seen.

When those eyes narrow slightly, the corners turning up in a wicked grin as if to say 'got ya', I scream. Running faster towards the cove, I turn my head just as she starts to run after me.

My heart pounds in my chest. My breaths getting shorter and heavier with every step. I hear her footsteps gaining on me and weave to my right around a tree. If I want to hide in the cove, I need to throw her off my path or she'll see me.

I weave back left around another tree, making a 180 before turning back around. When I no longer see or hear her behind me, I make a beeline to the cove.

Diving into it, I pant and stretch my legs out in the shadows, careful not to let them stick out. Leaves crunch around me and I take a deep breath, willing my exhausted body to hold it in. I can't risk getting caught. As much as I want to, I have to let her chase me as long as possible. I'll sit here all night if I-

A strong grip wraps around my ankles and I'm suddenly yanked out of the cove. I scream and fall onto my back as I'm dragged out. I wiggle and writhe, trying to fight her off. How the fuck did she find me?

I wiggle some more as she drops on top of me, her legs on either side of my hips. Electra overpowers me, pinning my hands above my head in the leaves.

"Got you, babygirl," she growls behind her mask.

"How-"

"I told you I know every hiding spot in this place. I knew exactly where you were going before you even saw it," she laughs sinisterly.

My body writhes beneath her, eager for her touch while fighting to get away. But I'm not really fighting to get away, am I? She's strong, but so am I. No. I want this. I need this.

So when she starts forcefully peeling my clothes from my body, leaving me a writhing naked mess on the floor of these creepy ass woods, a desperate moan escapes me. That surprises her just as much as it seems to thrill her.

"Do that again," she says and pulls her switchblade from her pocket.

My eyes widen, and I swear my pussy begs because my hips buck against her at the sight. She smirks and flicks the blade open, putting it to my throat. I moan, louder.

"Please," I beg breathlessly.

"Please, what?" She asks with a fire of lust in her eyes.

Electra slides the blade gently across my jaw and up my cheek before she slides it down my body, over my breasts.

"I need it," I whisper, "please."

I arch my back and the blade nicks my skin, a small drop of blood appearing above my nipple. I hiss, then moan louder at the pain. She hesitates.

"Fuck. Are you alright?" She asks.

I look in her eyes with a grin.

"Yes. Fuck me, Electra," I say.

Something flashes in her eyes and she growls before pulling the mask down, revealing her face. Electra drops her head and sucks my nipple into her mouth, her tongue tracing over it and the spot she nicked, sucking the blood drops from it.

I sigh and grip her hair, holding her there until I feel the cold blade handle shoving into my entrance. Screaming as my legs drop wide open, I arch my back again, moaning into the night while Electra pumps the handle into my pussy in a furious rhythm.

She sucks on my breasts in turn, nibbling and nipping at my nipples while she adds a finger, increasing the intensity of the stretch. My moans are sultry, lustful and full of desire.

"Yes, fuck, harder!" I shout.

Electra pumps the handle harder into me, damn near slamming it into my entrance over and over again. My body shakes as my orgasm builds deep within me.

"You're so fucking hot. Begging me to fuck you with my knife out here," she smirks, "be a good girl and cum for me."

My body immediately reacts to her command, obeying her word like it's everything I have to live on. My screams are loud and clear, echoing through the woods as I cum, hard. Practically shooting my juices around the handle and her finger, soaking her hand and the leaves beneath me. Marking the earth with my arousal.

"Fuck!" I cry out as she slows, allowing me to come down.

"So beautiful," she whispers with a smirk before pulling the handle from me and licking at it.

I pant and run my fingers through my hair. Dropping my head back on the ground and staring up at the woman knelt over me. She still confuses me. Frightens me. Thrills me. Scares the shit out of me. But she also fucking has a chokehold on me.

I'm addicted to my stalker.