Warning: This story contains graphic language, chasing, stalking, degradation, sexual assault, breeding, light knife play, and non-consent content. If that is not your thing, DO NOT READ IT. You have been warned. Proceed at your own risk.
On a park bench, I gasped while reading chapter 16 of the smut book, especially when the female character comes all over the guy's gun. It is something I have never read before. I can feel my juices releasing from my pussy, my nipples becoming sensitive. Did this book release any new kinks in me? Non-consent, degradation, gunplay??? What the fuck!!
I keep turning the pages. There is something about reading filth in public, especially in a secluded part of the park. Is it calling for trouble? Probably. I hear the crunching of dried-up leaves paired with someone's footsteps. I stop reading and look around for signs of an animal or someone. After a while, I see a dark figure behind the tree, wearing a Ghostface mask. It is normal right now since it's a spooky season but why is it looking at me? It is getting creepy.
I ignore it, get up, and start walking away from the figure. I look back and there is no shadow behind me. I sigh in relief and keep walking. I stop near another bench, but I can still feel the mask's presence. I look around and find no trace of the so-called Ghostface. Why am I wet? Did I like the thrill? What was wrong with me? Suddenly, I feel a whiff of air on the back of my neck.
"I see you like reading smut in public, SWEETIE," a masculine voice says while grabbing my neck. I yelp and try to set myself free, but I can't. He whispers, "If I set you free, you better run. If I catch you, I will make sure to make a mess out of you." With that, he releases my neck and I don't waste any time looking back. I run. I run like my life depends on it, literally.
I dart between the trees, run faster and faster. His steps echo behind me. I hide behind a large oak tree, hoping to lose him. I soon realize that a shadow is behind me. I startle and turn around to hear him chuckling softly. I try to escape but he grabs my neck and pushes me against a tree. I am breathing heavily.
He whispers, "Let's make a mess out of you, sweetie."
I can feel him crushing me against the trunk of the tree. He removes a small knife from his pants. He glides the knife under my shirt and it effortlessly rips the fabric, exposing my tits. "I see you have it pierced; you are a whore after all," he says. My hands try to push him away and remove his stupid mask. He grunts and holds my hands above my head. He says, "Quit fighting, woman, you lost. If you try to hit me one more time, I will make sure my knife meets your body instead of your clothes."
"Please, please let me go. Please," I beg.
As I am pleading, he trails his knife over my tits and says, "I am not gonna let you go until you are a mess." I try to be as still as possible, knowing one move could get me hurt by his knife. He releases my hands and pushes me down. Ghostface says, "I want you on your knees, sucking me. Remove my cock, Whore." I do as he tells me, on my knees, unzipping his pants, and removing his cock. I want to know what this man looks like, but all I get is the mask, fucking Ghostface. I gulp looking at his cock; it is huge. He slaps me, and I gasp in shock. He pushes his cock down my throat, fucking my mouth roughly, widening my throat.
My mind races as his thrusts become more forceful, he pulls my hair roughly. I try to steady my breathing, the taste of him filling my mouth, I can hear his moans. Every push and pull makes me aware of the dangerous thrill coursing through my veins, a twisted mixture of fear and arousal. My vision goes blurred, as my throat widens, my eyes begin to tear.
He pulls out suddenly, leaving me gasping for air. I look up, my eyes meeting the cold, emotionless gaze of the Ghostface mask. His silence is unnerving, the only sound being our ragged breaths. He grabs my hair, pulls me up, and pushes me back against the tree.
"Turn around," he commands, his voice thick. My body moves on its own, obeying his order. Why the fuck am I obeying this mask. My hands press against the rough bark, scrapping my skin. He tears the rest of my clothes, the fabric giving way easily under his forceful hands.
I'm exposed now, the cool breeze of the park brushing against my bare skin. I shiver, not just from the cold but from anticipating what's to come. He whispers," Such soft skin, ahh, I will make sure it will be red. I can't wait for you to be mine." His hands roam over my body, grabbing my ass rough and possessive. I close my eyes, trying to brace myself.
His breath was hot against my ear. "You like this, don't you? Being taken in public where anyone could see." I bite my lip, unable to hide the truth. I feel ashamed.
