Page 12 of Run, Little Rabbit

And then I felt something brush along the back of my neck, making me scream louder, but I couldn’t run any faster. My body was becoming weak, my legs aching. My feet were well beyond hurting. But I kept pushing forward, even though I knew there was no way for me to escape.

He was already on me. Caught me.

And when I felt a tug on my skirt, it was only a second before I realized what was happening.

He growled low and tore it away like it was dainty tissue paper. He left me completely bare from the waist down, his chuckle following me.

“Go on, little rabbit. Run for me.” He slapped my ass, and I cried harder, pushing branches away and hoping they’d swing back and hit him in the face. “I’m going to fuck you on this dirty forest floor like you’re nothing but my personal toy.”

The sting of the knife cutting into one of my ass cheeks had me gasping. My pussy was wet, a lewd display of how fucked up I was. And then he slammed into my back, taking me down. He didn’t cushion my fall, just used his chest to my back to crush me to the ground and cover me completely. He was laughing as he placed the blade at my neck, forcing me to still.

And then he was off me, the blade gone as fast as it appeared. I scrambled up to stand facing him, but when I took a step back, I found myself blocked by a towering tree. I wanted to run again, but I was too tired. So instead, I reached around behind me to grip the trunk.

The only strength I had left in my body I used to watch in stunned silence as he freed his gigantic cock by unbuttoning his jeans and pulling the zipper down. The crown of his dick was thick and intimidating, and I shook my head.

“No. I don’t want this.”

“Liar” was all he said, and he took his knife back out and brought it to his bare palm, slicing it open.

A gasp of shock left me as the moonlight glinted off the blood, making it look black. And then he was rubbing his palm on my face and down to my chest. He smeared his blood all over me. Marking me. In one hard tug, he ripped my top open, exposing my breasts, the mounds shaking from the violent force. He rubbed his blood across them, and my nipples hardened.

“Fucking perfect tits. I want to bite those hard little nipples until they bleed for me like I’m bleeding for you,” he threatened, but it felt like praise, even as he rubbed more of his blood on me. All I could do was watch in horror—and in sick pleasure.

When he took a step back, I stared at his body. So big and hard. Built like a linebacker ready to light someone up. And then he grabbed that huge dick with his cut palm and used his blood to lube up his shaft.

“You’re dripping for me, more than wet enough to take all of me, my good, little whore. But, little rabbit, I’m gonna make sureeverysingle part of me is inside you.”

With his dick in hand, he came forward too fast for me to react. He grabbed my throat hard, using his strength to spin me away from the tree and push me to the ground.

We were both panting like crazy as he covered my body with his, and he kept us like that for a full minute, his weight and size pinning me against the hard, unforgiving earth. He was hard, his bloody cock digging into the crease of my ass.

“Tell me to stop again. Tell me no.” His voice was deep and muffled by the mask, but as if he wanted to make sure I heard him clearly, he pushed up the mask.

I could see out the corner of my eye the way the sliver of moonlight peeking through the trees cut across his exposed mouth, and I pursed my lips. I knew that’s what he wanted from me. I refused to give him anything, not willingly.

He laughed and leaned back, gripped my waist with a firm hand, and hauled my lower half up. He lifted the knife to my neck, and I had to brace my elbows on the ground to steady myself, so I wouldn’t get cut further.

“Tell me,” he demanded and slapped my ass hard on the nick he’d just given me during the chase.

I arched my back. “No. I’m not giving you anything. Not by choice.”

He chuckled again and removed the blade from my throat. I could see him set it aside as he removed his gloves. I took that opportunity to try to get away, but the bastard was fast. He gripped my hips and steadied me hard. Painfully.

His hands were warm from his leather gloves, his callouses rough on my smooth skin. I closed my eyes and shivered, feeling myself grow even wetter.

“Just, please… stop,” I finally caved, giving in, surrendering. There was nothing I could do, no way I could stop this. He held all the power. He was bigger, stronger, and was going to take from me whatever he wanted.

I rested my forehead against the dirt and closed my eyes, whimpering as he ran those huge palms over my ass, the back of my thighs, along the sides of my legs, and finally slipped a hand between my legs.

He said nothing as he slid his fingers through my folds, the slickness a sloppy mess that was proof of how ready my body was for his unwanted invasion.

Suddenly, as he circled my abused clit, I got a rush of strength and started fighting like I was possessed. I tried to flip around to kick him, but he held me firm with one hand on my hip and guided the tip of his cock to my pussy hole.

He was breathing so harshly as he notched that bulbous head at the entrance of my body. I was soaking wet, my juices slipping down my legs, so I didn’t tear as he shoved into me that first inch.

“Jesus Christ,” he grated out and kept guiding himself inside me, forcing his big dick into my little pussy.

“This isn’t right,” I panted as I stared straight ahead, and then my vision went fuzzy, the darkness wrapping around everything like a cloak as I allowed myself to space out.