Trail Running

She was two-thirds of the way up Blueberry Mountain when her lace snapped. The sudden loss of support threw her forward, scuffing her palms, her knees.  Winded, shaken, she rolled to a sit, trying to make sense of what had just happened. Looking down at her shoeless left foot, she realized what had happened. Fuck. Digging through her rucksack, she didn’t find the spare set of laces that she always carried. What the fuck.

Sherry.

Had to be. That fucking cunt.

She remembered when her roommate had come knocking on her door a week or so ago, saying she needed something to make “temporary restraints” with. She hadn’t had anything of that ilk, and she’d told Sherry that. Likely the cunt had rummaged through her bag. Sher had told her that she was planning on tying up her boyfriends cock and balls, a thing she’d read about online to increase staying power…and to assert dominance. There was no doubt that Sherry was the pants-wearer in that relationship.

And now here Lyn was,  a bit over 6 miles into her 9 mile trail run, with a broken shoe. She cursed as she slid down a few feet, retrieving her shoe. Taking the lace apart, she could just about finangle it so that she could run-gently-or walk her way to her car. Only three miles to go. The repair should last that long, she hoped.

She crested the hill, palms throbbing a bit, catching her breath. She sipped water from her turtle pack, stretched.

“Well, hello pretty.”

She whirled, looking into the face of a fellow trail runner.

“Oh, hi.”

“Nice stretch.”

Why that fucker! He’d been staring at her ass as she’d been bent over.

“Thanks. Gotta go!”

He grabbed her wrist as she made to flip a wave, tugged her close. He was taller than her, thicker. Stronger.

“No hurries.”

His hand tugged hers over the hard lump in his trail running pants.

“Got me all stirred up, that little stretch of yours.”

“I’m not-” she began but he shoved a wad of fabric into her mouth. Grabbing her ponytail, he pulled her off the trail and down around some brush.

“Followed your run last week, found us a nice place over here.”

She shuddered, trying to get the mass out of her mouth, struggling and trying to kick. His fist tightened in her hair, drawing tears of pain. Her wrist was tugged up behind her back as he stepped her around behind a large glacial boulder. There was a second boulder, flat with a bit of upslope. He pressed her against it.

She saw he had things. Scary things, laid out at  the overlap of the two rocks. Handcuffs. Rope. Duct tape. His hand snagged the last item, ripping off a piece. Quickly he flipped her to her back, slapping the tape across her lips.

“Later I’ll take this off so you can suck my dick.”

She slapped at him, and he laughed. Then slapped her cheek, hard enough that she tasted the blood from her teeth cutting against that tender flesh.

“You get back harder what you dish out.”

She tried to punch him, he grabbed her throat. Her hands grabbed at his thick wrist, her eyes widened as he tightened his grip.

“Hands behind your head, lace your fucking fingers.”

She did as he said, and his hand fell from her throat. A silver blade appeared in his hand; in seconds her jogging shirt and bra were sliced in two. Her heavy tits fell free.

He laughed with delight.

“Well, I didn’t expect that. Not runners titties here. You got some meat on these girls.” Reaching out he pinched both nipples, making her squeal behind the gag. His hands circled her breasts, mashing and squeezing, before he slapped them hard.

“Wait. Almost forgot.”

He leaned away, reaching for the rope. She pushed him hard into the niche, and bolted. Fingers in her hair, and a wiry arm around her waist halted her flight.

“Not so fast. And now you gotta pay, cunt.”

He threw her onto the rock table, and she felt fresh scrapes, new bruises. Her elbow hit hard enough to make her want to vomit. He hit her with a determined violence. Controlled, but corrective. Her tits were struck again and again, her cheek slapped, her arms, and a particularly brutal punch between her thighs.

She tried to block the blows, but he landed each with studied ease.

“Hands behind your head, fingers laced.”

She complied instantly.

Grabbing her nipples, he tugged her up until she was sitting, then standing. Spinning her around he took each wrist, cuffing them behind the small of her back. Turned to face him once more, she saw the bulge in his pants had grown, pressing the thick hardness of his cock into sharp outline against the tight Spandex. She shook her head no, which made him laugh.

“oh yes, you will. I will. We will. I’m gonna fuck you deaf, dumb and blind. And when I’m done? You’ll want more. Likely you’ve never had a cock like mine, little cunt.” He drew his pants down and the behemoth sprang free. It was true, she’d never seen a cock that large firsthand. The head was huge, large as a toddlers fist, purple-red in its engorged state. It was terrifying. It …was sickly exciting. NO. This wasn’t a bad porno, this was the real thing. She’d been abducted, and was going to be fucked. She couldn’t say yes nor no, couldn’t yell for help. Her heart was beating so hard, her elbow throbbed, wrists ached from the tight band of the cuffs.

He took up the rope and wrapped it around her, quickly tying it above, below and between her breasts. Taking her left tit, he began wrapping the base with the rope. One round. A second one, tighter. And a third. Tears welled, fell. Head shaking no, he ignored her as he wrapped her right tit the same.

“This will hurt after a few minutes. Your titties will swell up and turn purple. That’s when I’ll beat them. Until then? Let’s fuck.”

He tugged her running shorts down. She didn’t kick him, though she was tempted. She doubted she could run far, tits tied and starting to ache, wrists behind her back. And she feared his response if he caught her again.

He tipped her back onto the cold rock, grabbing her ankles and pushing her knees up to her chest. She was open, vulnerable to him.

“Nice pussy. You’re wet, too, little whore.”

The thick head pressed against her lower lips for a moment until it popped between them. If her lips hadn’t been filled with a gag, she would have gasped. She’d never felt anything so big before. She wondered if he’d break her, if she’d lay there bleeding as he fucked her. He slid deeper, her pussy, stretched wide around him felt every thick vein.

He began stroking into her, splitting her around his huge shaft. His smile was feral as she looked up at him, his hands slapping her tits. They hurt, a steady thudding pain as the rope cut off the blood flow, making those purpling orbs incredibly sensitive. As he slid all the way, balls deep into her cunt, he leaned forward and grabbed a thin stick.

“Homemade cane.”

He slapped her tits, making her squirm and moan. He pressed deeper on those squirms, her abdomen feeling bloated, full of him.

He fucked into her, striking her tits randomly, then unexpectedly, pulled free, dropping her legs. She felt hollow.

Tugging her up, she felt wetness running down her thighs, he began striking her tits harder now, alternating between the cane and his hand. Lines formed, thick hard welts that would bruise later. For now there was just the pain, and the insistent, hated throb between her legs.

“Pain, pleasure. It’s a dance. You’ll learn the steps. In time.”

He shoved her back onto the rock.

“Open your legs. Wider.”

He slid inside like a hot knife through butter, leaning against her, biting her distended nipple.

Moving to lay upon her body, driving hard and fast into her aching pussy, he whispered in her ear.

“It takes me a long, long time to cum. When you cum, I’ll turn you over, and take your ass cherry, and blow into your ass.”

She came then, hard, unexpectedly intense.

Her tits pressed against the rock as he flipped her over, the heavy thickness in her breasts a constant racking pain. Her ass tightened, unwilling. Fingers swiped across her cunt, shoved into her bunghole, lubing her anus.

“Step one, lube the hole.”

She felt the pressure build as the huge cock pressed against her rosebud. Head shaking no, she tried to move but she was pinned on her own swollen, tender tits. To try to escape would rub them raw.

“Step two, fill the hole.”

Without preamble, he shoved his rock-hard dick through her resisting hole, filling her. As if her muffled scream egged him on, he pummelled her bottom, shoving deep, balls slapping on her wet pussy lips.

“Feels like the biggest shit of your life, doesn’t it?”

He slid deep again, pulled out.

“I’m gonna fill your ass with so much cum you’ll drool it out your nose.”

He slapped her hip as he ground into her ass again, whispering to her that she was such a dirty fucking cunt, that her ass loved his abuse, that her hole was gonna suck him dryer than the Sahara. Every cruel word was like a blow, making her empty cunt clench. She came, squirting down his leg, her own. Wetness drenched her running shoe, and still he pumped into and out of her ass. Her butthole throbbed, rubbed tender by every stroke now, stretched beyond what she’d ever experienced before.

“Gonna fill you up, whorrrrre….”

Hands reached under her, squeezing her already hurting tits until she almost fainted from the pain, as his cock pulsed in her guts, filling her with his spunk.

He laid upon her, panting, then pushed away. She heard a zip, a series of clicks.

“Catching the moment for posterity.”

She knew he’d taken her picture. Gods. She shivered. What next?Despite her fears of an untimely death, he surprised her by releasing her. Quickly he untied her tits, tugged her pants up, holding his jizz in her weeping ass, uncuffing her.

“We’ll do this again sometime, sunshine.”

He left, quickly, quietly.

She lay, spent and throbbing on the rock. Sitting slowly she rubbed her tits. Red lines and palm prints criss-crossed her breasts and belly. Reaching into her backpack for her spare tee-shirt, she found her wallet open. Her license was on the top. He’d taken a picture of that too. She wondered if she’d been robbed. Opening the cash slit, she found her money in place, with a folded note.

“Good rough fucks are hard to find. Call me if I don’t find you first.”

not proof-read or gussied up much, this is as raw as when it just spewed out of me. tough to be this turned on, on a No-O day…~nilla~

 

About vanillamom

For over 8 years--(EIGHT?!) nilla and M have been a D/s couple. I'm the "small s" side of that designation, as he often reminds me. I'm silly and prone to giggling at inopportune times. He's a wicked Sadist, who feeds me my drug of choice--pain. My brain is always spinning dirty and dark little fantasies, which I sometimes share with the world. Welcome to the nilla-verse. It's wet and slippery here...with a dragon or two lurking.
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9 Responses to Trail Running

  1. sirqsmlb says:

    Having just fucked ourselves silly, Sir is now asleep bi just read this and desperately want to jump him. That’s not very sub-like is is?

    Hugs,
    fiona

    • vanillamom says:

      First giggle of the new day…thanks. 🙂 You two…*sighs enviously*…Little mink. 😉

      nilla

    • vanillamom says:

      I so caught your feeling of being…blotto… 🙂

      Um…well if you’re a HORNY sub? I think all bets are off. 🙂

      giggling…

      nilla

  2. michelle says:

    She found her thrill,eh?
    (Sorry couldn’t resist a little Chubby Checker humor)
    Great story, and no gussying needed.

  3. dryfly2005 says:

    I haven’t been very good at all checking in here, and after reading this, I won’t be forgetting again. Liked the rope part a lot. Tip

  4. Wordwytch says:

    Whoa! Makes you want to think twice about running alone. Oh my…

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