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The Chase Begins
by Mara (maraterry@gmail.com)

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The Chase Begins. (Mf, ped, nc, rp, rom)

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Guilt

He held his head down, his long black hair hid his 
toothy grin. "Please don't," I whispered, as I backed 
into the wall. 

He just barely lifted his head and I peered into his 
cold slate eyes. He lifted his scythe and its sharp 
blade screeched across the pavement. "Now tell me child, 
how much does your life mean to you," he sneered. 

My legs began to tremble, "P-please," I stuttered, as 
burning tears rolled down my face. "I'll do anything you 
want, just, please don't," I begged. 

He took several slow steps toward me and lowered the 
scythe. "Anything?" In that moment, I knew what he 
meant. 

"Anything," I painfully repeated. 

"Good," he said coldly. That word echoed in my head, and 
I couldn't help but feeling like this was the end of my 
sanity. A pain began growing like a wildfire inside of 
my heart. 

He reached out and gently wiped the tears from my cheek. 
"Don't cry, it will only hurt for a second," he 
whispered and dropped the scythe. 

"Oh god," I choked. He pressed up against me and ran his 
fingers down my sides, then stopped at my waist.

I lay quietly in the dirt. The weak morning sun spilled 
its light over the horizon, and the aspen leaves rustled 
as a breeze cradled their branches. The land was calm... 
I tried to block out the harsh reality that I still had 
to face. I had to get home, but I could hardly walk with 
the sharp pain between my legs. I had to tell my parents 
why I didn't go home last night. A clump built up in my 
throat and I desperately tried to hold back the tears 
that fought to escape. I couldn't do it. Tears poured 
down my face in the path of the old ones and my sorrow 
crippled me. What was I going to do? 

Colorful birds chirped and danced as I stumbled through 
the gates of hell. What would they think of me if I told 
them I enjoyed what he did to me?


The Chase Begins

The back door was unlocked. I crept into the kitchen and 
from there, I ran to the upstairs bathroom. The house 
was still, meaning no one was home. I striped down and 
jumped into the shower. The warm water poured over me 
for a long while. I kept telling myself that all of the 
bad thoughts would wash away with the dirt, but, they 
never did. 

I roamed and paced through the house wondering what 
would happen if I were pregnant or had gotten an STD of 
some kind. I could tell someone something, but, they 
would never understand the truth. Who's to say I didn't 
enjoy it too? A noise coming from the living room 
interrupted my thoughts. I slowly looked around the 
corner. It was my father bringing bags into the house. I 
watched him from the arch way. 

"Did you have fun at Abby's house?" He asked, as he set 
the bags down on the table. 

"Yeah," I lied. 

"That's good," he said. "Why don't you tell me all about 
that tomorrow, honey. I am going back out for the night. 
Also, don't be startled if your mother comes in a bit 
later, okay? I love you, bye." 

He gave me a kiss and rushed out. The screen clanked 
back and forth after the door shut behind him. Great, I 
thought. The last thing I want is to be left alone in 
this cabin with that freak out there in the woods 
somewhere. Uneasy, I shuffled through the bags my dad 
brought in. I decided that there was nothing interesting 
about tools and bourbon, so I shut the lights off and 
ran upstairs to my room. My cell phone was on my night 
stand. I grabbed it and dialed Abby's number. 

She answered after the first ring. "Hey girl! What 
happened to you last night? Nobody saw you after you 
left the tent. Me and Brad went looking for you this 
morning, but you were gone."

"Yeah," I said. "I went home, and I think someone 
followed me. Will you come over?"

"I'm sorry babe, I have babysitting tonight. Besides, 
nobody goes out on a Wednesday night. If you still feel 
scared tomorrow, hit me up. Okay? I've got to go. Bye 
bye!" She said, and hung up. I set the phone down and 
started a movie. 

After the credits appeared I picked out another movie 
and headed down stairs to get a snack before it started. 

It was dark. I reached for the kitchen light, but, it 
didn't switch on. I tried the pantry light and it didn't 
cut on ether. Bright moonlight shone in through the 
kitchen window, which made it easier to see. I looked at 
our food selection. The shelves were practically barren. 
I grabbed the Cheetos and turned to leave. My gaze fell 
upon a figure standing in the arch way. It was him! My 
heart sank as he came nearer. I was immobilized by fear. 

In his hand, a large kitchen knife caught my eye as it 
shimmered in the moonlight. He would not meet my gaze. 
"I'm going to kill you tonight," he said with a grin. 

I fell to my knees and begged for my life. The knife 
fell to the floor in front of me. He looked disgusted 
and kicked me over with his boot. I struggled to grab 
the knife, but he jumped on top of me, laughing. 

I fought, but, he had me pinned. I cried out, and he 
quickly put the knife to my throat and held a finger to 
his lips. I was trembling and it shamed me because I 
knew that he felt it, and enjoyed it. He pushed the tip 
harder into my throat, and it pierced my skin. Fiery 
tears ran down my cheeks. "I don't want to die," I 
choked. 

"I know," he said calmly, and waited for the tears to 
stop. When I calmed, he reached into my pants and ran 
his fingers over my panties. I tingled with pleasure.

"I hate you, just kill me!" I yelled, trying not to lose 
myself. "You're a sick fuck! Stop making me want you!" I 
shouted. Fresh tears clouded my vision. "You're a 
seductive monster," I choked.

Again he waited until my crying subsided to a sniffle. 
He wiped the tears from my face, and bent over to kiss 
me. It was like a snake bite, and hurt. "Why?" I asked. 

"Because, it's wrong." He replied. 

He took his weight off of me. "Undress for me." He said. 
I crawled out from beneath his legs, and leaned against 
the wall. He was patient. I put some distance between 
us, then sprinted out of the kitchen. I looked over my 
shoulder. He was chasing after me. I was the fastest 
sprinter in my class, but, he was right behind me. 

I ran out the back door and into the woods. Dry leaves 
and twigs crunched and snapped under my bare feet as I 
ran. He could have easily ran up and grabbed me, but, he 
stayed just out of reach. I turned and headed back 
towards the house. I burst through the front door and 
ran upstairs. The heavy thudding of his boots pounding 
the wooden floor right behind me. I ran into the 
bathroom and quickly locked the door. My heart was 
pounding and I began to feel faint. He slammed against 
the door, making me shriek. 

"Leave me alone!" I cried, but it was in vein. The door 
broke in two and he stumbled in. He came up to me, knife 
in hand, but, stopped and turned. 


"Hello?" Someone called. It was my mom. "Why don't the 
lights work," we heard. We both ran to the balcony and 
watched as my mother headed for the stairs. He lunged 
off of the side, landing on her. 

"Mom!" I cried. 

She screamed and struggled underneath him, then she went 
silent. My eyes searched her. His blade dripped red. He 
looked up at me. He had killed her so fast, without 
hesitation. I froze, thinking that he could have done 
the same to me and still might! I stood in panic, there 
was no escape! He started walking up the stairs toward 
me. "Oh... m-my... god!" I stuttered, taking a step 
back. He came closer, backing me into my room. I stopped 
at my bed side.

Enjoying my fear, he came closer to me. "Undress!" He 
commanded. This time I did so without question. I 
started with my shirt and ended with my panties. He 
grinned and revealed himself to me. I couldn't help 
noticing his slim figure and smooth pale skin. His 
second command required me to lay on my back. His penis 
went completely erect. 

The fact that he was taking his time and enjoying each 
lasting second made the scenario so much more painful. 
He spat on his dick and rubbed a little before sticking 
it in. I couldn't bare making eye contact with him, but 
he wouldn't let me take my eyes off of him while he 
thrust. I figured he would kill me after he was 
finished. I quenched with uneasiness. 

He paused. "Just relax," he said with a smile, and 
gently moved in and out. 

I shuddered with pleasure, although I hurt with guilt 
and fear and confusion. My sexual lust was finally being 
satisfied. 

"You're getting wet," he said, with a grin, and went 
deep. 

That sent streaks of pleasure running through my body. 
My muscles contracted, making him cum deep inside me. I 
held my eyes shut and enjoyed the feeling. He leaned 
over me. His breath on my neck sent chills running down 
my spine. "Are you going to kill me?" I asked, quietly. 
There was a short pause. He reached over and grabbed the 
knife from the counter. I tensed up. 

"You're too much fun," he laughed.

To be continued?

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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