Trapped

Trapped

Raya the trapper becomes trapped.

This was written for the 2026 Literotica Halloween contest.

All characters over 18.

Contains themes of non-consent, violence and suicide.

Raya was not easily spooked. A woman living on her own deep inside the Tongass Forest of Alaska could not afford to be easily spooked. Every day was a battle to survive, and she knew she was just one disaster - no matter how small - away from death.

Her previous relationship had driven her to extremes to escape, and she had indeed escaped - not even he could find her here. Her ex may have been a very rich man, but even he couldn't pay his way into finding a woman who left no physical or technical traces.

She had met her ex when he had ordered a pest exterminator for rats and found that she was highly rated. She had made a living as a pest exterminator who utilized modern technology and traditional trapping methods to catch the pests and even track them back to their nest and colonies, providing long term fixes to pest problems where other pest exterminators could only treat the symptoms. Confined and dirty spaces - no problem for Raya, cunning and vicious creatures - she dealt with them every day. In her world, in her work, she was a predator and she didn't appreciate her ex turning her into prey.

Raya couldn't afford to dwell on her past or feel sorry for herself; she had to turn her attention to the problem at hand. Her hand clenched around her knife as she stared at the spectacle before her - there was a deer hanging from a tree, gutted and in the process of bleeding, not yet skinned. But she hadn't put it there.

Sure - she'd dug the pit trap that it had fallen into, but she hadn't been the one to kill it, lift it out and then remove its internal organs.

Fuck, this was a massive kill. She was so hungry and her calorie investment was finally paying off and yet here she was - her instincts telling her to get the fuck away because she was clearly not alone and whoever else was out there was probably much bigger and stronger than her.

Where were the tracks? Where were the boot tracks to show which direction whoever cleaned up her kill was walking in? There were no boot tracks leading away from the kill or even towards the kill, there was, however some footprints under the kill but then lead nowhere and didn't seem to move from that spot. Not boot-prints: footprints.

The only tracks she could see around were that of a large wolf - which was strange because wolves usually hunted in packs.

She realised that if someone was capable enough to gut her kill and bleed it out and even to make it this deep into the forest, they were probably a capable hunter and probably more than able to track her footprints back to her shelter.

Having lost quite a lot of her excess body weight she knew it would be a death sentence to abandon her shelter and rebuild it somewhere else. If exhaustion didn't get her the black bears would. Feeling somewhat defeated she cut off one of its lower legs abandoned the rest of the kill, retreating to her shelter. She hoped whoever was out there would forgive the fact that she took away one of the least prime cuts.

She cooked it in a small fire about a mile off her camp because she knew better than to store or cook food near where she slept then she climbed a tree to the wooden platform where she slept. Black bears could climb trees, so she had cans below to give her a warning if a bear was trying to climb up. Her shelter was like a small cabin in the sky so there was some level of protection between her and a bear. She gripped her knife - her bow hung uselessly above her cabin. She no longer had the muscle mass for the poundage required to draw that bow. Starvation had taken that from her.

For the first time in a while it wasn't hunger that was keeping her lying awake all night - it was fear of who else was out there - but after all the moving around and with little fat reserve, she fell asleep, nonetheless.

The next morning, she spent checking her traps, usually for small game, and found nothing in them - many of them having to be reset from being triggered and perhaps not quite managing to catch the prey. She had gone through months of refinement to traps to catch the flying squirrels. She had also managed to kill the few lynxs that were in her area, meaning that she had less competition for the little snowshoe hares that were about. She knew that she was small and weak - that catching small kills was probably the best option for her because she didn't have the capacity to kill and process large kills.

Maybe she should try and meet whoever else was out there. If he wasn't hostile maybe teaming up with her would increase her chance of survival? Maybe once he saw that the hunter who put up these traps was a weak woman, he would take pity on her and take her under his wing?

Fuck. She thought. Starvation was really starting to make her pathetic.

She was making her way to her next trap and saw a squirrel stuck in it, unmoving. Raya started excitedly rushing towards it before stopping dead in her tracks. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong. She picked up a nearby log and chucked it on the ground between her and the squirrel. Sure enough, the log and all the leaves surrounding it shot upwards into the sky, enclosed in a large net.

Panic danced through her eyes. This was not a trap set by her, no, this was a trap set for her. She froze in place, not knowing what to do. She was no longer safe where she was, and she definitely wasn't safe anywhere else in these woods. What if she walked into a pit trap and the fall injured her? What if she walked into a bear trap and got mutilated?

She wasn't about to risk other traps, so she started a fire where she was, ate the squirrel and then climbed the tree where the trap was sprung. With any luck the man that came to inspect the trap would walk underneath her and she could drop down on him and knife him.

Hours passed, and then she saw it. Not him - it. A massive wolf. It walked nearby, sniffing the air and circling but not actually walking underneath her. Then it charged off in the direction of her shelter.

Raya was terrified, she had sometimes heard the howling of wolves, but they had seemed so far away. Not once in the six months she had been here had she seen a wolf - which she was glad of because she had no intention of fighting off a pack of them. She wasn't an expert in Alaskan wildlife, but she knew that they shouldn't be as big as a brown bear, heck maybe as big as polar bear.

A couple of generations of mutations wasn't going to make a wolf this big. She felt foolish for even thinking it: but what if - and this was a huge leap - what if it was a werewolf? An unknown man and an unknown wolf both turn up at the same time. Was it more of a leap to simply call it coincidence?

Then she saw him stepping out form the surrounding trees: a tall, muscular man with thick, unkept hair. He wore a dark checkered flannel shirt, and dark trousers and some kind of dark brown thick waterproof coat. He had a full face of hair which was light at the roots and darker towards the tips. It was, however, somewhat cut so as not grow too long. Raya was not a good guess at age but if she had to, she would guess him to be mid-thirties.

Fuck. She thought. If this guy had managed to maintain this much muscle, he was clearly much more capable than her. How far could the element of surprise even take her with a man of this calibre? He was certainly sexy, even in the dim light that broke through the forest this much was apparent, maybe she should try and use her body to negotiate with him. There can't be many ways to relieve himself this deep into the forest, weak and malnourished as she was, she was at least better than masturbation, right?

He started walking towards the trap she had set off and closer to the ambush she had created for him. Talk to him or try to kill him? Ah fuck. She thought - men were capable of creating a fate worse than death for her. What if he was a cannibal and cut her up piece by piece? There was a correlation between hunters and sadists - if you were willing to kill an animal then you were more likely to be willing to kill a human.

As he walked underneath her, her food starved body chose - and it chose violence.

She dropped down, knife in hand and, as if knowing she was there, he dodged to the side. She hit the ground, rolling to dissipate the energy of the fall. She came to a stop crouched low to the ground, still gripping the knife. He just stood there smiling down at her, not at all surprised to see her. He eyed the knife.

"That's not a very nice way to greet someone is it?" He chided. His voice was deep and gruff, reeking of self-assurance and masculinity. Raya was not a fan of these types of men. Too many times had these types of men cancelled on pest control orders when a women turned up for the job because of assumptions of fragility or lack of nerve.

"And I suppose setting up a trap for me is?" Raya said gesturing to the net above them.

"Are you sure that was for you?"

"I suppose it just so happens to lie between my shelter and my tripped squirrel trap? Don't insult me."

"Well at least I wasn't trying to kill you."

"Not straight away."

"Where's this distrust coming from? I even offered you that dear. I can see that for all your efforts you're still starving to death. I've watched you from afar and given you independence all these months. You're literally dying. I think it's about time you come with me."

He was stalking her? The thought of this simultaneously made her skin crawl and oddly enough excited her. Fuck. It's because he's handsome, if he was a creepy old guy she wouldn't feel so hot.

He sniffed the air. "Come, you know you want a strong capable man to take you under his wing and guess what, my pet, here I am."

She felt infuriated. Could her pride really allow her to abandon her independence for this asshole? Was she willing to literally die on this hill? Yes. She was.

"Sod off. I'd rather die."

He started laughing. "I figured you'd be easier to tame the more desperate you became, but I guess there is some fun to be had in taming a women as wilful as you."

She watched in confusion as he took off his coat then his shoes, then he took off his trousers. Was he stripping just now, mid battle? Gearing up to rape her maybe? His hands reached to the bottom of his shirt hand as he started lifting it over his head. Not being one to miss an opening, she lunched forward to try and stab him in the gut. He sidestepped and then kicked her in the butt as she fell, her own momentum used against her. She hit the ground hard and felt his foot pressing against her knife hand pinning it. Bending down, he forced her hand to release her knife, peeling each finger off one by one. Once he held the knife, he cut the suspension net down and then cut again above the net so now all he was holding was a knife and some rope.

She eyed the woods around her but knew that he was probably faster and had more stamina than her. All she would achieve in running at this point would be embarrassing herself, and either annoying or exciting the man before her - neither or which were good outcomes.

"Come here." He ordered and fuck if he wasn't sexy when he said it. Holding the rope and her knife, he also looked psychotic. Her heart was racing from sheer terror, but it was tainted by an uncomfortable amount of arousal.

He sniffed the air again and his grin widened. "Fuck it's like you want to be punished. Basically any other women in your position would be grateful for the support I'm offering - but you, you try to stab me. You know this is only going to end one way: You'll eventually have to submit to me. Yet here you are - resisting. You're begging me for punishment."

"Leave me alone, you pervert."

He snarled and inhumanly fast moved to where she was. He pinned her to the tree behind her by her neck with the hand holding the rope. There was a soft thud as the knife fell onto the forest floor, relinquished to reach down and pin her hands above her head. She let out a breath of relief as the rope hand pinning her neck was released to tie her wrists to an upper branch.

He crouched down to start undoing her boots. He looked up at her and gave her a look which was almost daring her to try something stupid. She better than to try and kick him at this point but felt infuriated that he was seemingly rubbing in her face the difference in their power.

As it was, she was almost glad that he was taking off her boots - it would reveal late-stage trenchfoot which would, in her mind, undoubtably turn him off. He fully took off one boot and then pulled off a sock, inspecting the blistered and swelling.

"Well at least I've caught you before it developed to Gangrene. In the warmth and dryness of my cabin we can get this to clear up. Looks like I won't have to tie you down, pet; you can't run even if you want to."

He put her sock back on and started undoing her other boot. Surely, he doesn't carry on after seeing her feet, surely? He stood up and then started unbuttoning her trousers pulling them leisurely down her legs and then past her feet, taking care not to remove her socks in the process.

"I don't mind a little bit of hair, I am a wolf, so I guess the leg hair can stay. You're lucky you have me - these bruises will clear up in on time." He noted, examining her like she was an object to be decorated and pruned to his specifications. She said nothing. Like talking would be somehow making the situation more real.

His hand moved towards her underwear, and she gasped as a finger brushed the fabric covering her sex.

"Ah, so you're responsive even over this fabric? Good. Of course, I'll train you to increase your sensitivity but it's good you have a high starting point." Hearing him praise her made her feel dirty but also aroused to a level she hadn't thought was possible for herself. "When we get back, we're burning these, pet. You won't really be needing underwear, but I've already taken the liberty of buying nice, sexy underwear that you can be comfortable in."

She moaned at the idea of new, dry underwear before catching herself, embarrassed.

"You don't need to stop, pet." He said using his thumb to rub her clit over her panties and his over three fingers to stroke the fabric over her labia. She gasped at his touch. Her only ex had never bothered to touch her clit before or even attempt much foreplay. For him sex was all about him. Having a man who seemed to be delighting in her pleasure was a new and novel experience. "Go ahead and moan at the idea of being cared for by your master."

His other hand reached over with his other hand and began massaging her ass, alternating between squeezing it and rubbing it. This same hand then hooked around her underwear and started slowly inching it down, peeling the wet fabric off her sex. The hand that had been massaging her pussy ceased its torment and hooked the other side of the underwear. Then with both hands he pulled her underwear down and over her feet, letting it fall on top of her pile of clothes. She whined in frustration at being so close to an orgasm before having it brutally taken away from her, leaving her wet and exposed to the elements. Wet and unsatisfied.

"Don't worry, pet, you'll be more than satisfied by the time we finish here."

His hands moved to her shirt and was about to lift it over her head when he remembered it was Alaska in October and she was a malnourished human woman. This was all pointless if she died from hypothermia.

His hands felt unnaturally warm against her skin as he ran them underneath her shirt.

"Theres a lot to be said for feeding you more, my pet. I shouldn't have let it get to this stage."

At this point she finally snapped, breaking her silence.

"I'm not your pet."

"Humans keep lesser species, such as dogs as pets for companionship and even to train to work. What I'm doing is no different."

"Oh, women are lesser species?" Raya spat in contempt. He smiled and as he did his teeth elongated and she could only watch as the naked man before her transformed into a large wolf. Its fur was healthy looking and shiny, a kind of brown that tinted red when the sun hit it. Then it transformed again and the man from before stood there once again.

"Because humans are lesser species."

"What the fuck? Fuck this shit! Why the fuck? Oh fuck." Raya thought back to her 14-year-old self, reading werewolf fiction on Wattpad. Had she jinxed herself? Surely not. She wasn't an angsty teenager anymore, her tastes were more refined than some dumb werewolf fantasy. Where was the slime? Where were the tentacle monsters?

She forced herself to focus on the current issue; Raya was at least hopeful about eventually escaping a man but a werewolf? A werewolf who could move faster than her and track her by smell? No chance.

"Your species may be pathetic, but fuck if there aren't a lot of you. You've driven my kind to remote places such as this just to be able to live out our true nature. You can't even begin to imagine how excited I was when I found a single woman such as you entering my territory. It's been almost a decade since I've come into contact with a female." His mouth moved towards the back of her neck and then he breathed deeply, as if savouring her scent then groaning. Raya knew then that this man was not entirely sane because she hadn't washed for about two months.

"It's been six months and you've contacted no one. You are alone, no one is coming to save you." His tongue left a warm, wet trail on her dry, flaking lower lip as his hand knotted into her hair stopping her from recoiling or moving. She squeezed her eyes shut tighter, as if she could mentally remove herself from the situation.

He forced his tongue between her lips, and she made small, almost inaudible, noises in protest. There was no fight between their tongues for dominance, she did not have the energy. She almost felt relief that she couldn't fight back because deep down she didn't want to. When a kiss felt this good, she didn't want to fight back - not even against the stranger.

A finger started stroking her now exposed and she supressed the pathetic whine that was threatening to escape her. It slowly entered her hole, and she squeezed her eyes shut, not wanting to look up at the self-important male before her. He broke the kiss and looked down upon her face, wiggled his digit further, gauging her reaction and smirking as her face became increasingly flushed.

"I'll make you my bitch. First, I'll tie you to my bed so you can't move around and get you back to a healthy weight. Only then will I consider letting you go out and about, not to trap, not even to forage."

Her mind was telling her that what he was saying was beyond unreasonable. What would she do for hours on end tied to a bed? No prison in western civilisation would torture even the worst criminals like that. So how exactly was the idea of being treated like a possession making her wet?

He added another finger. He had to use much more force that he thought he would need, probably because she hadn't done anything sexual for about a year. Her hands gripped the rope tying her to the tree held onto it to steady herself.

"Next, when I've got you back to a healthy weight I'll breed you. The kid won't initially be a werewolf but when he's old enough to withstand it, I'll bite him and that will be that."

She was already wet from when he played with her earlier and to her embarrassment his objectifying worlds were making her more aroused, not less aroused.

He added a third finger and then leaned heavily on her, pinning her against the tree but also supporting her weight as he noticed that her legs were beginning to give out on her due to pleasure and exhaustion.

"Your only responsibility will be as a bed warmer and womb for our offspring. All this hunting, all this trapping. You can leave that to me, a man. Instead, your purpose, your reason for living, will be me. You'll greet me at the door like a good little pet. You'll eat what's given to you and you'll learn to show me the affection I deserve."

He worked his fingers in and out of her cunt with inhuman speed with one hand while his thumb and index finger flicked and pinched her clitoris until she erupted in a forced orgasm.

She felt humiliated that this fairytale misogynist had somehow made her cum. He hated that she had enjoyed being made to cum.

"I think you're ready for me." He said, verbalising a formulation of words she desperately didn't want to hear.

He aligned himself with her hole and without fanfare or further comment, parted her vaginal lips and started pushing inside her. He was big, much bigger than that of her ex - even 6 or 7 inches. She considered it a small miracle that in even being severely underweight she had managed to produce this much vaginal lubrication - especially when such a big dig was being forced into her. She also wondered if the decreased sexual pain was due to her lower weight.

She supposed she should be glad that he was taking his time because it gave her some time to adjust, but Raya felt like she'd rather he goes hard and fast and end her suffering and humiliation quickly.

Alas, this was a man who had watched her for months from afar, he liked the slow burn. Yes, to him the kill was his least favourite part of the hunt because it signalled the end of it.

He knew that he didn't need to savour this experience, because soon enough, he'd be able to sample her pussy whenever he so wanted. She was his now. He had caught her and as such he owned her. There was nothing to be done about it - not even by her.

He took some pleasure in denying his inner wolf the satisfaction of an animalistic brutal fuck. He had mastered the wolf inside him, and he would master the woman in front of him at whatever pace he dictated to.

He saw her eyes partially open before closing sleepily and her mouth part as her breath became even more ragged. As he drove deeper inside her he relished the way that her tired eyes drew more open until they were wide open as his hard cock hit her cervix.

She tensed heavily from the pain she felt and wondered if maybe she really was being unreasonable when she complained to her ex that his 6.5-inch dick was too big.

"Ahhhhhhhh oh Goddddddddddd." She moaned; her lips parted in a way that made him fantasise about forcing himself between them. Yes, he would violate each and every one her holes, many, many times. But all in good time.

"God won't help you anymore, my pet." He laughed, leisurely pumping in and out of her as one hand reached below to play with her clit and the other under her shirt to pinch one of her nipples.

"Pleeeeeeeassssssseeee, pleeeeeeassseee, pleeeeeeeeeeeeasssseee." She moaned feeling like she might be split in half because of the large appendage inside of her and somehow simultaneously feeling more pleasure than she had from anyone else in her 25 years of living.

"Please what, pet?" He asked, his smirk was somehow audible in his voice and his tone was raspy. He couldn't believe that on his first fuck he had already got her begging. He felt disappointed, thinking it would take more than that to tame her.

"Please take it out. It hurts."

He snarled and started pumping himself in and out of her faster, his strokes harder. The wolf inside him demanded retribution against this pathetic human woman who dared insult him.

"You think it hurts now? When I drag you to my cabin, I'll take you over my knee and give a spanking until your ass is raw. Then I'll drive my cock into your pathetic ass and give you something to complain about." He growled. She tightened below him at his words, and this spurred him into fucking her even harder, without abandon.

"Noooooooooooooooooooooooooo." She groaned, somehow climaxing in this situation, squeezing her eyes shut, her face showing a pained expression that was delicious to the man in front of her. The tightening in from her orgasm and her distaste from it set him off and he too came, shooting a load deep inside her cunt.

"Yes, take my seed, you little cum dump. Get used to being always filled we me." He grumbled, thrusting a few more times for luck, just to make sure he was the deepest he could be in his little slut. He collapsed onto her and for a moment neither of them did anything. Finally, he came down from his orgasm high and he started moving again.

He untied her wrist from the upper branch - which wasn't hard because he used a quick release knot - and then started walking back to the ground where he had started undressing. As he undid the knot and walked away Raya fell to the floor, energy completely sapped from her. He began to put his clothes back on. He couldn't really carry her unconscious in his wolf form, so he needed his clothes.

"Get dressed. We've got about 15 miles walk to my cabin. There's nothing we need in your shelter, so we'll go directly there. I know that's a long distance for someone as starved as you, I'm prepared to carry you so don't worry."

He sniffed the air. Blood. Human blood. In a panic he turned around to look at the woman he had just fucked and the sight before him was worse than any horror he could think of. She'd taken the knife that he'd dropped to be able to use both hands in molesting her. Instead of trying once again to stab him, she'd instead driven it deep into her stomach.

His eyes widened and he dashed forward to where she sat, legs out and back against the tree. The adrenaline in her blood was keeping away most of the pain and she looked more at peace than he'd seen her in a long time.

"You." He snarled. "How dare you?"

"It's like you said, I don't need to hunt anymore. But now I'm free."

"You foolish girl! I would have shown you pleasure you couldn't even imagine and this is what you do?"

"The real horror of all this is that if you had just come to me with some food on a regular basis in those six months you stalked to me and demanded nothing I would have fallen for you and given you everything. If you had talked to me and tried to build a relationship where we support each other, we could have been together by now."

"Fuck that. I was just careless with the knife."

She chucked as low and painful chuckle.

"No accountability to the end. You live a misogynist. And I?" She smiled a small and satisfied smile closing her eyes for the last time. "I die free."