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Walk to Remember

Author's Note: This story contains a depiction of violent consensual nonconsent play. Rest assured, the prior negotiation occurred off screen in advance. Read to the end for proof, and I hope you enjoy it as much as Sir and I did.

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All I can hear is my own breath and heartbeat, both of which I am desperately trying to slow down.

The night had started so normal - for us anyway. You had told me what to wear on our date, what to eat. At dinner, you made me remove my panties. I made a snide remark about how trite that was, so instead of allowing me the privacy of doing it in the bathroom, I had to take them off at the table. You even called the waiter over before I was finished, and I had to freeze, panties worked halfway down my thighs. You made me pass them across the table for anyone to see, my cheeks burning with humiliation at the possibility of others seeing not only that I had given you my panties, but also that they were soaked through.

You were teasing me with your boots all night. I knew we weren't going back to your place after dinner, so I thought you were just winding me up. But after you finished eating, you told me to sit with my legs spread, all the way forward in the booth. You grinned, told me to act normally, and slid your hard leather boot up my thigh, grazing my clit, pressing in to my cunt.

We went for a walk in the park. There were only a few other people out in the twilight. It was a nice stroll. Until you noticed I had made your boot wet and marred the shine. You have made me so much your slut that, when you directed me to clean it up, then and there in the park, I only hesitated long enough to look around for observers before I knelt, and licked your boot clean. Knowing someone might see made my stomach knot; tasting my cunt on the leather made me wet. I thought the worst was over.

"Let's go into the woods," you said with a sly smile.

I knew to expect something. You like to push me to do new things - not that giving a blowjob in the park is new, it's just something I haven't done in well over a decade. That's what I expected. A little more exhibitionism. So I followed you deeper into the woods with a little excitement, but no fear.

I was wrong.

"May I know the plan, Sir?"

"Of course. The plan is to rape you and then slit your throat with this knife." You pull out a nasty looking knife. I don't understand how I missed it before. "Or maybe I strangle you while I rape you. Or strangle you, cut you, then rape you. There are so many possibilities." I giggle a little. We've talked like this before, my serial killer Sir. "So you think I'm joking?"

You grab me, and swiftly you have me immobilized from behind. You sniff me and run the knife along my arm. A thin line of blood begins to well up, and I go cold. You never use knives that sharp in play.

"Now do you take me seriously, boi?" I nod. "Good. But it's all been too easy so far. Let's make it more interesting. Run. I'll give you a head start. If I like chasing you enough, maybe I'll just rape you."

You let go and shove me away "Run, victim. I'll close my eyes and count to 15. Then you're mine."

I'm already running before you say 1. But in the falling dark, I can't find my way back to the open, and I can't see well. I run deeper in to the woods, and I can still hear you counting. I'll never outrun you. I scoop up a rock and keep running. As I leap over a downed tree, I look back and see a perfect hidey hole just as, faintly, I hear "ready or not, here I come!" I scramble under the log and wait.

And here I am, listening for your footsteps and hearing only my breath and heartbeat. They begin to slow. I can hear the woods now. Hear your boots. They're far away, but not getting farther. I can hear you hunting me, slowly and methodically. It wouldn't do to rush. You are closing in. I hear you at the log and I try not to breathe. You climb up and jump down on my side, and I will you not to turn around. I covered myself in leaves, but the light colored dress you told me to wear is still faintly visible in the dying light. You pause, listen, head cocked. And turn.

"Hello there."

I try to scream but nothing comes out as you pounce. I'm always amazed by how fast you are.

You drag me out by the hair.

"Well done, that took me longer than expected. There's hope for you yet." You laugh.

As fast as I can, I try to swing the rock in my hand at your head. You easily see it coming and deflect. But your body goes still.

"I'm not sure if I'm angry or excited about that." You shove me face first onto the log. "Let's find out."

I'm pinned between you and this downed tree, bent slightly forward from the waist across it. You shove something in my mouth - my panties I handed you earlier.

"I'm telling you not to scream, but this will help."

I feel cold metal at my throat and know it must be the nasty knife, though it is now full dark and I can hardly see a thing. "So will this."

You bite down hard into my exposed shoulder. I whimper, but do not scream. "I think you just tried to press your hips into me." I shake my head no, but you laugh. "A slut to the end."

The knife briefly leaves my throat, but your legs still have me pinned. I feel you rip my dress from the neckline down. You requested no bra tonight, so I am fully exposed as the dress falls away. I hear you growl. You bite again this time on my lower ribs and, since I cannot scream, I start to cry.

"That one might bruise. If you live long enough."

You feel my sobs and reach a hand up to my face to feel the tears you cannot see.

"Good. You're afraid now. You smell best when you're afraid."

You sniff and growl again. I can feel how hard my tears and nakedness have made you. I know what's next. And I cry harder.

The knife comes back to my throat.

"Stay."

You take a step back, no longer pinning me, and I hear your belt come off. You tighten the belt around my wrists behind my back, and loop and tie it, since my wrists are far too small for it to buckle. Next I hear your button and fly, a soft sound as your pants drop low enough. You yank me upright by the hair, turn me around, and shove me to my knees. You pull out the gag, tossing my ruined panties aside.

"Be nice. I still have the knife. Open." I shake my head no, sobbing. "Open."

When I do not, the knife returns, to my upper ribs this time, and your hand leaves my hair to squeeze my throat.

"Open, and be nice, or I make a new hole to fuck." I open my mouth, sobbing, gasping a little. "Good victim" you say, as you grab my hair again.

You force my mouth onto your cock and start to facefuck me as hard as you can. I'm gagging and sobbing, my face covered in tears and spit. I can feel you hitting the back of my throat. I hope I live long enough for it to bruise and be sore. You pull out and drag me upright by the throat.

"That should be wet enough to force in no matter how scared you are."

You slam me back across the log face down. I feel you behind me and then, without warning, inside me. I start to scream at the sudden pain, but your hand comes to my throat again and squeezes.

"No screams, victim."

So I cry instead. Over and over you slam into me. The dead bark of the log scrapes my tits, but then pain is nothing compared to being ripped apart by your cock when you make no attempt at gentleness or kindness. You bite my shoulder and growl as you slam into me, bruising me inside and out.

Still sobbing, I think, "Maybe if I help, it will be over faster."

I start to rock back into you. To my dismay, it feels good, as good as every time you fucked me before. I continue to thrust back as much as I can, and even roll my hips up a little to get an angle that feels good under the pain. You lean in close.

"Such a slut, it can't even get raped without liking it. Disgusting."

I sob, knowing you're right. But I keep fucking you. When I feel my orgasm coming, I don't ask permission as I usually would - what will you do, punish me after you kill me? Instead, I sob in shame as my cunt clenches down over and over. Your hand pulls me upright as you pull out and spin me around. You slap me across the face hard enough to see stars.

"Nasty slut, can't even get raped right."

You throw me to the ground on my back and force my legs open. You slam back into me again and again. Your hand goes back to my throat.

"This is when you die, slut. I'm going to feel the life leave you, and it's going to make me cum all over your rapidly cooling face and tits."

You keep fucking me and begin to squeeze. The already dark night begins to go grey around the edges as I sob hysterically. You keep fucking me, watching my face while yours stays cold. Everything goes dark.

*****

I wake up, sticky with cum, to see you beside me, watching me intently with a little flashlight.

"You okay?"

"Yes Sir. Thank you."

"Thank YOU, Clodia. Now let's go grab your clothes stash, get some ice, and go cuddle for like, a week."

"That sounds amazing. May I have a hug now, Sir?"

"Always, my lovely boi. Always."
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