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“What's the matter? Are the accommodations not up to your standards?”
Ugh, of course I'm not dreaming. Not sure how else to respond so I shake my head. The strands that were wet before are now muddy and slightly stiff from drying in random places. I’d love to come back at him with a smart-ass comment about it not being the accommodations and more like the forced company, but I’m not ready to face my death quite yet. For now, I’ll stay quiet.
“Cat’s got your tongue, Bambi? Speak up, I can't hear you,” he roars as he lunges, getting rid of the few precious inches between us. My muscles jump but that’s all I have time for before he’s roughly grabbing me around the ankles. He drags me through the mud, forcing me on my back. I flail my arms, trying to find something to grab onto to use as an anchor.
“You are such an ungrateful little whore. I spent days digging this hole trying to make it perfect, and you won’t give me the common decency of answering a simple question.” His firm grip reignites the burning pinpricks in my ankle, causing a twinge of fire to shoot all the way up my thigh as he continues to spit nonsense at me.
Fuck! I was right!Ghost Face dug this damn hole to trap me.
“Ow, son of a bitch! Let go!” I shriek with all my might. My little nap revitalizes my tenaciousness. However, he doesn’t let my returned sass deter him. Not in the mood to relent, he squeezes tighter, seemingly to get pleasure from the grimace on my face. Then he stops, pulls my legs apart, spread eagle and kneels between them. I’m feeling more exposed than I ever had while getting a pap smear or giving birth.
“Wrong answer, Bambi. Clearly, you don’t know how to be a good girl,” he growls as he takes his sweet time examining my pussy. Once he’s had his fill, he continues, “Looks like I’ll have to force you to be obedient.” He releases my ankles, leaving me splayed out like a fucked up sacrifice. His eyes devour me, but I’m left frozen in shock at his veiled threat. How is he going to force me?
He turns his head from me and saunters to the other side of this narrow grave. I can’t tell what his next move is, but my eyes stalk his every action for a clue. When he pauses with his back to me, I plant my hands in the mud. Using all the body strength I can muster, I pull myself into a sitting position, propping my back against the wall of my grave.
He must’ve heard me because he turns, steps next to me and kneels. In a much louder aggressive tone, he says, “Your cunt is so filthy from all your adventures. I need to get you cleaned up.”
Standing, he returns to his side of our makeshift home, leaving me to ponder his words. Did he say he’s going to clean me? And why is this fucker acting like it’s my fault that I’m dirty? It’s not like I stripped naked, went for a run in the rain, jumped into a random hole and spent the night making mud angels. The thought of him cleaning me and what that entails has me imagining very depraved things.
Busy going through the rolodex of possible sexual torturing techniques, I’m taken by surprise when the distinct sound of a zipper breaks through my imaginings. Knees bent, Ghost Face rummages through a large hiking pack that I hadn’t noticed before. After all I've gone through tonight, I’m terrified to find out what's hiding inside.
Hurriedly I drop my head and aim my stare down at the dirt. Maybe if I don’t look at it, it will disappear. I know it’s stupid but anything I can do to keep my sanity is worth it. To distract myself from whatever he’s doing in the bag, I watch a worm inching through the mud in front of me. It’s pathetic, but in my current predicament, I'd kill to trade places with the slimy critter. Especially now that he’s digging himself into the soil, slowly disappearing from sight.
My examination of the local wildlife comes to an abrupt stop when a gush of freezing water washes over me in a torrential downfall. I close my eyes and mouth, place my hands over my head as if I could ward off the onslaught. Freezing liquid still manages to get up my nose and I involuntarily choke. My body is trying to forcibly rid itself of the invasion.
It takes a few moments, but when I’m no longer getting sprayed, I lift my head to see what the fuck is coming next. I’m met with the wide black eyes of the mask and an empty bottle of water. The son of a bitch just poured freezing water over me, and it doesn’t look like he’s finished.
Crushing the plastic container so it now resembles an hourglass, he carelessly tosses it over his shoulder. With the same hand, he’s able to slam me on my back. He drops down and straddles my thighs, wrapping a giant hand around my throat. With a powerful hold, he squeezes until bright stars begin waltzing to the rhythm of my rapidly beating heart. My hands, which are wrapped around his wrists, begin to go numb. The rest of my limbs seem to have gained a hundred pounds as they become heavy from the lack of oxygen. I try to kick my legs but now I can’t even tell if they are attached to my body.
Then my waning vision is consumed with onlyhim. Ghost Face is leaning over me as if he is a god, looking down at me from heaven. It’s then I know I’m still alive. He’d be reaching from beneath me to pull me down to his perverted version of hell.
After a few moments of him examining me, he releases his hand from my neck and shifts himself down my body, forcing my legs to open with him slithering on his knees between them. He’s not looking at me, he’s concentrating on his fingers as he swipes a digit through my slit.
God, I hope his hand is clean. They have to be more hygienic than mine are right now.
His fingers pause before reaching my clit then he spreads my pussy lips apart with his thick fingers. With his free hand, he grabs another bottle leaving two behind and proceeds to pour the water over my sex. An intense tingling sensation rushes through me as soon as it splashes on my sensitive nub, and on reflexi my legs try to snap closed but can’t with his giant body in the way.
“What the fuck,” I screech like a wife who walked in on her husband sleeping with another woman.
Unbothered by my pitch, he douses my most sensitive spot again before grabbing what appears to be a small towel that he has strewn over his shoulder. Immediately, he uses the soft fabric to wipe off all the filth. He repeats the process dragging the cloth along my inner thighs and between my ass cheeks until I assume my cleanliness is up to par. The bite from the initial temperature shock turns into tiny pricks of pleasure with each swipe.
My lips chatter so violently from the cold water I’m afraid I’ll chip a tooth, but I can't help it. With a less damp piece of fabric, he pats my entire lower half dry. His gentle touch confuses me, but he breaks that uncertainty with his vile mouth.
“Now that you're clean, I can sink my dick in that tight cunt of yours.”
I curse myself for not making it out of the woods. I should’ve tried to run faster, or better yet, I should’ve gone home to clean the dog shit out of my carpet after talking to Gideon. What was I thinking, trying to meet Wolf on a night like tonight? I wasn’t thinking with my brain, that's for sure. More like my pussy.
Ghost Face warned me what would happen if I didn't make it out of this maze of trees, so his statement about fucking me shouldn't be surprising. But it does. We’re in a fucking grave, for fucks sake. How can he possibly want to fuck me? Sure, he wiped me off a bit but I’m nowhere close to being considered clean.
I really wish he wasn’t wearing a mask. It would be easier to slap him or spit in his face. While I had been debating my fuckability, Ghost Face pulled out his cock without me noticing. I know, because it’s hard to miss when it stands at full mast, staring me down like some hungry anaconda. With the rag and water container discarded, he runs his hands up my gunk-covered thighs to cup my ass cheeks. Not wanting him to think I’ll reach for his mask again, I slowly shift my arms beneath me, using them to prop myself up. From this angle, I have an unobstructed view as he lifts my hips from the ground, aligning my pussy with his hardness. There’s no time for me to wiggle away, because in one swift thrust, he disappears inside me. There’s a sharp twinge as my entrance tries to accommodate his size, and when he inserts himself to the base, I’ve never felt my pussy hug someone or something so tightly. I knew this man was big but holy shit it feels like he’s breaking past my cervix. The sensation of being filled by him has me leaning into him more instead of pulling away like I should.
He grips my ass roughly and pounds into me with so much force my arms grow weak. I can’t support myself for much longer. My elbows wobble, and my shoulders fall back to the ground. Even though I expected him to be rough, my eyes grow wide at the brutal intrusion.
"What has you so turned on, huh? Your cunt is dripping,” he tightens his grip on my hips, pulling me as close to him as possible in order to bury himself to the root. “Was it the chase or the added stimulation from the cold water?”
Fuck, he's not wrong. I'm a slippery mess. He was able to glide inside me with ease. I don’t have time for self-reflection, but I wouldn’t be able to deny either possibility.
“I need to get deeper,” he growls on an upward thrust. Releasing my ass, he runs his hands over my thighs all the way to my ankles. He squeezes them as he parts them as far as his wingspan allows. I squeak from the sting of my injured ankle, but it’s more from being surprised than from pain. The wide stretch creates a burn in the back of my hamstrings but astonishingly enough, I love it. It adds to… well…it adds to my pleasure. I can no longer deny it. Being spread open in this position allows the man to drive deeper into me than anyone has ever before. I could come like this alone. What the fuck, am I a masochist? And did I just come to this conclusion while being dicked down by Ghost Face? The spanking earlier got me wetter than any foreplay in the past ever has. Come to think of it, I don’t think anyone has ever been so rough with me. If I get out of this alive, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to have vanilla sex again. My days of missionary with the lights off are over. I just hope I won’t need my future partners to wear this god forsaken mask in order to get me off.
