("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2011. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- The Chase Begins by Mara (maraterry@gmail.com) *** The Chase Begins. (Mf, ped, nc, rp, rom) *** 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? *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* 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. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 70