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A cold chill shot down my spine. “Run…” His voice is deep and sinister. So I ran, my lungs were on fire, burning in my chest. My legs were on fire too. It felt as though they were about to give out underneath me at any minute. My eyes darted across the tree lines, scanning for any threats. My ears were hypersensitive, all I could seem to hear was the sound of my feet crushing the leaves as I ran. I look over my shoulder and I don’t see him, I don't hear him, and I can’t smell him. I look up and notice a large abandoned building about a half a mile ahead of me. I quickly duck inside my surroundings covered in a blanket of darkness.
I reach into my jean pocket and pull out my cell phone, turning on the flashlight. There’s cobwebs and debris everywhere. It appears to be an old military base of some kind. My ears suddenly perk up when I hear something outside. A tree branch snap? From the wind? No. Something far more sinister. My heart races, my body now on high alert. I quickly run through the empty concrete corridors, my footsteps echoing loudly. It felt like they were deafening, screaming for me to be caught again.
I quickly duck into the closest room, my mind going a million miles an hour. I spot a bunch of metal bunk beds in the back of the room and I make my way towards them in a hurry. I carefully crawl underneath the rusted silver metal and try to push my body as far as I can against the wall. That voice, that eery Austrian accent. “Komm raus, komm raus, wo immer du bist, meine kleine Maus.” His voice is raspy , dark and deeper than his usual tone. “Du kannst dich nicht vor mir verstecken.” My breath catches in my throat as I hear his heavy footsteps enter the room.
A loud scraping noise, metal against metal stung my ears. As I cower against the wall, I place both my hands over my mouth as if not to even breathe at the risk of being caught. I watch cautiously as I notice a pair of large black military style boots walking by the current bunk I was hiding under. “Du kannst einem ausgebildeten Killer wie mir nicht entkommen, Maus.” A low primal growl escaped from his throat as I watched his boots quietly walk away.
I make sure to lay quietly. He’s smart, hell not even smart; this man is intelligent when it comes to hunting down prey. He could be just waiting for me to come out, ready to grab me. I waited for what felt like forever, before I finally decided to slide out from underneath the bunk. I desperately try to listen for some kind of sound, anything. But this man always moved with a stillness, an absolute silence. I cautiously made my way back out into the corridor, nothing but the sound of the wind blowing through the empty building could be heard.
As I made my way down the corridor, I found myself struggling whether I should stay inside the base for safety or go back outside and risk trying to find my way out of these damn woods. Before I could even make up my mind, those footsteps again. I made a run for it and ran towards the open door frame leading to the outside. As soon as I cleared the doorway two large muscular hands reached out and grabbed me aggressively by the waist. His fingertips dig into my sides as I try to scream for help. “Yes, keep screaming like that for me you should know it drives me crazy, liebling.” he purrs.
I kick my legs trying to desperately wiggle myself from his grasp. “Nein, nein.” He easily picks me up and throws me over one of his large shoulders, holding me firmly in his grasp. I squirm and kick hard desperately trying to get away. “Stop squirming schatz, you're only making me want you more.” As he carries me along, there's an eerie silence. He suddenly stops in front of a large tree. “I’m going to put you down slowly, but if you try to run I will kill you.” He growls in my ear. I squirm hard before I hear the sound of unsheathing metal. Before I knew it there was a large hunting knife placed against my throat. “Don’t make me cut that pretty little throat of yours.” My eyes widen as I go limp, not wanting to make another movement.
“You're going to listen to me now, ja?” his thick accent almost dripped from his lips. Before I knew it I was on the ground and he was on top of my back, my face slightly pressed into the soft soil. I felt his hot breath against my ear. “Listen and listen well, I want you to strip down to just your bra and panties, remember what happens if you don’t listen.” He growls. “Matter of fact, nevermind.” He quickly flips me over onto my back and straddles me, one of his large hands gripped around my throat. “I’m going to really enjoy this.” I carefully watched as he brought the large metal blade to my throat, with a quick swipe he had sliced through the fabric and tossed it aside.
“Now this just won’t do.” A deep chuckle escapes his throat as aligns the edge of the blade with the fabric of my bra. He tilts his head almost as if to take in every last detail. His eyes, those cold, dead stoic blue eyes that burned right through my core. “So beautiful.” With one hand still holding onto my throat, he moved his other still holding the blade almost meticulously. He carefully glided the blunt edge of the knife slowly down my breasts, and along my stomach. He did this about 3 times before he stopped at my hips. “These just won’t do either.”
With yet another swift movement of his knife, the fabric that was jeans had been easily cut away from my body leaving only me laying almost bare except just in my little fabric underwear. “I don’t trust you won’t scream love.” He chuckles as he quickly cuts my panties away from my body. “Now I need you to stay quiet for me okay?” He says before shoving my underwear into my mouth with one hand, while the other gently caresses my cheek. “Now you’ll keep them there won’t you?” He lets out a deep chuckle before flipping me over again. “Now hold still while I tie you up Ja?” Before I knew it I was back on my stomach face pushed into the soil again. But this time he pulled both my arms behind my back. I felt the rough itchy material of what felt like rope of some sort being wrapped around my arms and wrist, keeping them in place.
“Now on your knees for me like a good girl, liebe.” He purrs. Before grabbing one of my arms and forcing me to my knees.I watch in fear trying to mentally prepare myself for what he may do next. I observed him carefully as his large figure sat on the ground in front of me, him extending one of his long legs out to me, bending it at the knee. I look at him and then his leg and back up again. He starts letting out a deep sinister chuckle. “ I want you to ride it. Ride my boot.” He demands. I look up at him, my eyes wide. “The clock is ticking dear.” He growls before stabbing his hunting blade into the ground. He then moves his black booted foot and nudges it between my thighs, the thick leather pushing against my mound, eliciting a small gasp from me. “Grind on my boot like the good girl I know you are.” I let out a soft muffled moan as I lowered myself onto his boot, grinding back and forth getting it slick with my arousal. I watched as he appeared to slowly remove his hood. The moon casting a dark shadow, only revealing half of his face.
As I move my hips back and forth across his boot, allowing more moans to escape my lips. He slightly shifts his foot allowing more surface area. “I want to hear your moans, schatz.” The faint glimmer of his blade still stuck in the ground next to me, as a reminder of what he could do. I lean forward slightly trying to find the best angle to satisfy the buildup of heat deep inside my core. “Mnnngggg.” I groan against the makeshift gag between my lips desperately chasing after my climax. “ Ja mein Kleiner Rekrut, das ist es.”
I watch as he groans, palming his hardened member beneath the fabric of his pants. “Fuck.” He growls as I watch him slowly undo his belt, unzipping his pants and pulling his large throbbing cock from his boxers. “Fuck ja.” One of his hands now lazily stroked his hardened shaft. I watch as his head tilts back in pleasure. As he slowly leans back forward his piercing gray eyes caught mine in a heart stopping, fear inducing gaze. His short dark burgundy hair messily parted on one side, his eyebrows furrowed. His eyes, those cold gray blue eyes. HIs pupils dilated, nostrils flared. The corner of his mouth curled up into a crazed smile, his teeth and canine flashing in the glow of the moon. The scar across his nose slightly pulled upwards from his smirk.
I shook my head trying not to stare for too long. “Mmm.” I groan again as I lean my chest against his knee grinding harder, my orgasm quickly approaching. “Mmm,mmm.” I moan as my back arches instinctively. “You're going to cum soon ja?” A deep chuckle escaping his throat. “Good little slut, cum on my boots.” Show me how desperate you are for me.” As I moved my hips fluently against his leather boot the spring coiled in my core had finally sprung loose as my essence spilled over his boot.
He growled out a hard moan as he rubbed his shaft faster. “ Now my good little girl, you’re going to lick it clean.” My eyes widen as his free hand comes and intertwines with my hair forcing my face down against the leather surface. “ Now lick!” His thick Austrian accent commanded. I nod and start carefully licking my own essence off the toe of his shoe, making sure to lick every crevice including the laces.” mmm yes, just like that imagine it's my fat cock youre licking you filthy slut.” I slowly flick my tongue across the material, a mixture of sweet and leather. His hand grips my hair tighter as he lets out another groan. “Good Girl, I’m so close. I’m so fucking close.” He whimpers as he strokes the head softly rubbing it with the precum that had begun to dribble down the side. “Yes, fuck.” I look up at him, his body stiffening up as his hot cum spills out over his shaft and also landing on the freshly cleaned boot I had just finished cleaning.