The Game in the Forest

I ran down the dirt trail with abandon, breathing in the verdant, earthy scent of the forest. As I leaped over roots, fallen branches, and large rocks with the wind blowing through my hair, I felt primal and powerful. I lifted my feet high with each step so I wouldn't trip on the rough ground and pushed myself to go faster.

My body felt electric, pulsing with energy, surging with excitement. A deep calmness flooded through me. I was where I should be. Here, in the woods, running without restraint, my anxieties and sadness flew away.

My pace slowed as my mind wandered to think about all I had been through in the past year. I had gotten out of a sexless marriage and was renting an apartment and living alone for the first time in my life. It had been a scary thing to leave the only relationship I had known for over 30 years, but without sex or intimacy for the past 10 years, I was touch starved and ached to be physically close to a man. Part of me had been dormant and nearly dead for so long, I craved to feel alive.

Lost in my thoughts, I was startled to hear footsteps coming down the trail behind me. Was an animal chasing me? Hopefully it wasn't a cougar or bear! Chances are it was another runner who was faster than I was, probably a man.

A man... Ahhhh. It was hard for me not to be both a little nervous and excited to be alone this deep in the forest with a man, though, of course, nothing would come of it.

I expected him (or her) to pass me at any moment, but as the footsteps neared me, they slowed down to match my pace. I looked over my shoulder and saw a tall man close to 40, with a nicely trimmed beard and dark hair pulled back in a ponytail.

"Hi, I'm Eric," he said. "Do you have anything I could eat? I feel awful."

I stopped and took my running vest off. "Hi! My name is Ruth. Yes, I do! I'm just relieved you're not a wild animal chasing me," I laughed. "I have an energy gel and a protein bar you can have." I handed them to him, and he wolfed them down.

"Phew! Thank you! That will really help!"

"You're welcome. Will that be enough?"

"Yes! I have some more food stashed away up ahead in about two miles."

"Oh!?"

"Yeah, there's an old storage building not too far off the trail that they used when logging was allowed here many years ago. It's a couple miles ahead. Let's run together, and I'll show you."

Running beside him felt pathetically exhilarating. Even though I knew it was silly, it felt deeply good to be near a man full of vitality and strength.

We shared a little about ourselves as we ran. He had started trail running about ten years ago. He liked hiking and rock climbing, and he had a dog. I told him that was all very similar to me, except I had a cat. We both loved books and art. But he loved meat, and I was vegetarian. He listened attentively, and I felt him looking at me now and then out of the corner of his eye. All in all, it was a pleasant, normal-seeming conversation, and I felt at ease.

After running together for about 20 minutes, I saw the building off to the side of the trail. It was bigger than I expected.

"There it is!" he called out, motioning towards the building. "Do you want to see inside it?" he asked.

I hesitated to go inside alone with him. "I'd better not. I have to get home. My cat is waiting for me!" I giggled, knowing he probably wouldn't buy my excuse.

"Hm. From what I've heard about cats, I don't think he'll mind waiting a little longer," he said with a smile. "I'd really like to repay you for the food you gave me."

I thought to myself, we're so deep in the forest, it probably wouldn't be any less safe inside than outside, plus he seemed like a nice enough guy, right? Famous last words, I know. But I looked up at him and said, "Sure, let me see what's inside!"

He unlocked a huge padlock and held the large metal door open as I stepped inside. I jumped when the door clanged shut behind me.

My eyes grew to the size of saucers as I quickly scanned the room. In the dim light filtering through thin curtains on the windows, I saw an unusual-looking bench with buckles and straps against the back wall. Rings hung from the wall on the left side, with chains hanging down from them. Various tools of a sort I didn't recognize leaned on a rack, and a big, black bag sat near it. But there were normal things too, like a wooden table with several chairs in the middle of the room, a comfy-looking couch, and a nicely made full-size bed in the far right corner.

"What is this place? Is this your stuff?"

"It belongs to me and my friends. By the way, there isn't any electricity here, so we make do with lanterns and candles," he said, lighting a couple candles on the table. Then he reached up to light a kerosene lamp on the wall near me.

My skin tingled as he stepped close. "Would you like to play a game?" he said in a low voice, almost like a growl. The flickering light cast shadows on his face.

I felt his breath on my neck. "Is it a safe game?" I laughed nervously.

"It's as safe as you'd like it to be."

I could feel the warmth of his body and smell the musky scent of his salty, damp skin. I swallowed slowly, wondering what he meant. I looked into his eyes, trying to read them, then surprised myself by saying, "Yes."

"Great! Let's get started," he said, grabbing something from the black bag. "Put these on." He handed me what looked like fox ears. "You have five minutes to run and hide in the forest, and then I will find you, chase, and capture you. If you want to stop the game at any time, say 'red,' and I will stop immediately. Do you understand?"

"Woe, wait. I'm not sure. Are these fox ears? I'm going to be your prey?"

"Yes."

"Red," I repeated back to him, testing it out. "It's just a game?" I furrowed my brow, thinking. Games are fun, I told myself. "Okay," I nodded slowly, slipping the ears on my head. "I understand. I'm ready."

"Okay... Ready. Set. Go."

With nervous excitement, I followed his command. I stepped back outside and ran! I crashed through the undergrowth -- through sword ferns and bracken ferns, salal and huckleberry bushes covered in cobwebs. I shivered as the webs stuck to my hands and face and tried to shake them off, but, not wanting to waste time, I kept going, hoping no spiders were crawling on me. As I ran, I stumbled on the roots of the huge Douglas firs on either side of me, but I steadied myself and kept going.

When I came to a huge, hollow log, I climbed inside. I leaned against the cool, rough wood, trying to quiet my breath, and I wondered what would happen if Eric found me. But then, on the other hand, with my poor sense of direction, he'd better find me, or I'd probably be lost in the woods!

I didn't hear anything for awhile, but then my ears caught the sound of breaking branches, and he called my name several times. As my name hung in the air, it sounded rather eerie, almost menacing, and his voice was unnaturally deep and guttural, sending shivers up my spine. Then silence filled the air.

I screamed when he suddenly poked his head in at the other end of the log. I scrambled out and ran as fast I could, my heart beating nearly out of my chest.

He ran swiftly after me, a predator chasing his prey.

My heart beat wildly, and I ran like I had never run before. My chest burned. I felt the throbbing of my heartbeat pulse through my whole body as my blood surged through my veins. Sweat dripped down my skin. I dared not look behind me, but I heard his pounding, steady footsteps getting nearer. His loud breathing came in even, controlled breaths. I heard a low, long growl.

He leaped through the air and grabbed me. I shrieked as we crashed to the ground. I squirmed out of his arms and rolled onto my stomach, clawing at the dirt as I struggled to crawl away, kicking my legs to fend him off.

He swiftly caught me, turned me over, and pinned me down. I felt the weight of his body pressing heavily on me.

He looked hungrily into my eyes. I squirmed and looked away. He grabbed my jaw and turned my face toward him.

"Look at me, little fox," he growled as I whimpered.

I desperately wanted to look away. The intensity of his gaze was tangible. It felt as if he were penetrating my soul with his stare. It made me feel fearful and deeply alive at the same time.

Then, keeping his grip on me, he stood and picked me up, draping me easily over his shoulder, like a proud hunter with his captured prey. He strode confidently and steadily back to the building.

When inside, he stood me up near the rings on the wall. He reached in the black bag and took out a couple of leather cuffs.

"Lift your arms in front of you. Say, 'Yes, Sir.'"

Bewildered, I did nothing at first. I just stood there biting my lip and grasping my hands together tightly.

He gave my shoulders a gentle shake. "Did you hear me, little fox? Obey me now or my next touch won't be so gentle."

I came out of my mental fog, and my voice trembled as I obeyed him, extending my arms to him, saying, "Yes, Sir."

He attached the cuffs to my wrists and lifted my arms up, fastening them to the chains. My arms held high above me, my body stretched out until I was almost on my tippy toes.

I whimpered as he grabbed the collar of my shirt, put a knife to it to break the fabric, and ripped my shirt off. He then cut off my bra, exposing my small breasts to his hungry gaze.

I knew I could have asked him to stop at any time by saying "red" -- I knew that any person in their right mind would have said it by now. Yet, as shocked as I was at all that was happening, I was so hungry to be wanted, to be desired, that I didn't want it to stop.

I was startled to hear him say, "Are you my naughty little slut?" as he drew his knife along my skin, tickling my breast.

I gasped and whimpered, "Yes, Sir."

He put his large hand down my running shorts and felt my pussy. I moaned as I felt his finger push inside. Then he put his fingers to his lips and slowly licked them.

"Mmmm. Delicious. Yes, I can see that you are."

He laid his strong hands on my shoulders, caressing and feeling the smoothness of my skin. He touched his warm lips to my neck, tenderly tracing my collarbone, and then he started sucking on my neck, nibbling it, biting it. His mouth traveled down to my chest, and he took one of my breasts in his mouth, licking my nipple and sucking and chewing on my breast, while playing with my other breast with his hand, squeezing it, kneading it, pulling on it, pinching it.

He yanked down my shorts, and they pooled on the ground around my feet.

He grabbed one of the tools from the rack, and I could see that it had a handle with many tails on it -- some type of whip, I guessed.

He drew it along my skin, kissing my flesh tenderly with its soft tails. Then he lifted it up and brought it down on my thigh with a soft thud. I winced and moaned, squirming around. Next he struck my pussy lips. Not expecting it, I screamed. My skin stung like fire! At the same time, I felt alive! The sensation woke my body up, and my blood surged to the areas hit by the whip.

I winced as the falls hit my breasts. I screamed as he struck my ass. I whimpered as he teased my pussy, stroking it gently with the tails, and then smacking it sharply. Finally, the sting was almost too much to bear, and tears ran down my face.

He laid aside the whip and began licking my tears, kissing my eyes, my cheeks, my mouth. I kissed him back as he gently grasped my lips with his mouth. I moaned as he began nibbling on my lips. He grabbed my head with his large hands and stuck his tongue deep inside my mouth, thrusting as if he were fucking my mouth with his tongue, so hungrily I could hardly breathe.

I was breathless when he finally pulled away. He had a wild look in his dark eyes when he looked at me standing before him naked, chained, and marked.

"Your canvas looks so beautiful, such pretty colors, my fox. You should be proud," he said.

He put his fingers in my warm, wet tunnel again, coating them in my slipperiness. When I felt a finger slip inside my bumhole, I let out a yelp. I'd never experienced that before! He massaged it, rubbing its puckered rim. Then he knelt down, and I was shocked to feel his tongue licking my hole, his mouth sucking on it, his tongue pushing inside.

I felt vulnerable, chained up and naked, being used this way. But I also felt incredibly aroused. He snarled and growled while he ate my ass. I pushed my bum against his mouth, willing him to go deeper. He reached around and put his fingers in my pussy, and my body tingled with pleasure as he enjoyed both holes.

Then he grabbed something that looked like an animal tail from a box, and I yelped as he took one end and pushed something that felt hard and cold inside my bumhole. I could feel my sphincter muscles stretch and then grab and pull in whatever it was.

"Mmmm. Ah, my little fox, now you have your beautiful tail. Say, 'Thank you, Sir.'"

I said, "Thank you, Sir," hardly believing what was happening. It hurt at first, but as I squeezed my bum muscles, it felt surprisingly good.

He unchained me carefully. I wobbled, and he picked me up, cradling me in his arms, and carried me to the bed and laid me down.

He brought me a glass of water which he carefully poured in small amounts into my mouth. It dribbled down my chin onto my chest. The coolness of the water felt soothing. Then he brought a canvas bag over to the bed and sat down beside me. He took a jar out of the bag, and I whimpered as he softly rubbed something on my tender skin.

"This herbal salve will help you heal nicely," he said.

He moaned as he rubbed my bare skin, and a wild look returned to his eyes.

"God, I'm hungry again. And I want to feed you as well."

I wondered what he meant, but it was soon clear as he spread my legs and pushed them up by my ears. He leaned over and began to feast on my pussy. His warm, wet mouth -- his soft, strong lips, his large, rough tongue -- felt incredible on my labia, and in my vagina. Then he began sucking on my clit, and I was the one who growled this time as pleasure surged through my whole body.

Then he stood up, and I watched as he pulled off his T-shirt. He had wonderful, strong shoulders and a broad, hairy chest. I gasped, wide-mouthed, as he pulled off his shorts, exposing his long, thick, hard cock standing at full attention. My mouth watered, and my cheeks flushed bright red.

He kneeled over me and carefully slid his cock in my open mouth. I closed my eyes, savoring his taste, feeling his heat, loving how alive his beautiful cock felt between my lips.

"Look in my eyes," he said, as he began to slowly thrust his cock in as far as he could go, then pulling it out, only to thrust again, and again. It dawned on me he was using my throat as if it were a pussy. I choked and gagged as he fucked my thoat, drooling until I was covered in spit, but still did not ask him to stop.

Then he pulled his cock out and grasped it with his hands and masturbated in front of me.

"Touch yourself," he ordered. "Look at me."

He stroked his cock, and I fingered my glistening wet pussy, rubbing my clit and pushing my fingers in deep, filled with lust for his cock, so jealous of his hands. I squeezed my ass, enjoying the sensation of the foxtail plug nestled tightly inside. Naked, fully exposed to one another, we watched each other masturbate, pleasuring ourselves, each filled with ravenous hunger for the other. Our bodies began to shake, and we growled and moaned, crying out loudly, until we could hold back no longer, and we orgasmed together. I had the most intense orgasm of my life as he sprayed his cum on my face and tits. I squirted, feeling the warm liquid pour out unbidden over my labial lips, getting the bed all wet. And we were messy and filthy and satisfied.

"I've marked you, and now you're mine," he growled.

He laid down beside me and wrapped his arms around me, holding me close. Exhausted and deeply relaxed, I rested my head on the soft fuzziness of his chest hair, listening to his heart beat, hearing his breath, breathing in his scent. Then he began kissing me, cleaning me up with his lips and tongue as he luxuriously explored my body with his mouth.

"Mmmmm. You're such a good girl," he cooed, leaning down and giving me a delicious, cum-coated kiss.

I didn't know why, but being told that I was a "good girl" made my body thrill with excitement. I joyfully kissed him back and said shyly, "Thank you, Sir." I snuggled into his arms feeling content, reveling in the warmth of his body, feeling his skin against mine.

But too soon it really was time for me to go home to my cat. Eric gave me a new shirt to wear (since he had ruined mine), and I put my other clothes back on. He let me keep the tail: I tucked it in my shorts the best I could, and before he let me go, he gave me a phone number to call if I ever wanted to play the game again.

As I finished my run alone, I thought about what had happened and wondered if I had been dreaming, but no, I was far too sore, and I could feel the tail in my bum as I ran. I reached in my pocket and felt the piece of paper he had given me with his phone number on it. That was certainly real.

Would I ever call that number? Though I hurt, I felt euphoric, like I was floating on clouds, and I knew I'd probably see him again some day.