The bag is pulled from her head and she blinks, trying to focus her eyes on something, anything in this dim light she found herself in. She stills, drifting her eyes up to the cloudless sky and glared at the full moon, and it stared back as if mocking her with it roundness. She takes a deep breath, the air filled with the smell of damp leaves and rotting wood. She studies her surroundings, trees illuminated by the light from the full moon hanging overhead. The hand gripping her bound wrists yanks her back, brushing the hair from her neck.
"Just like we practiced, pet. Ten minutes. Make this good."
He kisses her neck, lightly biting her flesh and groans as he cuts the rope in half.
"Run."
And she does. She runs, weaving between the trees, trying to get away from the grunts and groans that followed her.
She needed to get as far away as she could. Only one single thought running through her head.
Ten minutes. She had ten minutes.
She unfortunately didn't have a watch or any form of measurement but her own internal clock and it made her stomach twist in mounting dread.
She was running out of time.
Her lungs were burning, screaming for her to stop but she couldn't. This was important. She needed to get away.
A howl rent the air in the distance and she caught herself on a tree as she stumbled, startled by the sound.
Time's up.
She pushed from the tree, gasping for breath and willed her body to continue. Run. I need to run.
I need to get away.
Another howl sounded and it was much closer.
"Shit!"
She notices that her gait begins to slow down and she huffs in frustration, trying to push through her exhaustion but then she hears it, a twig snap to her close left and she panics, heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird and she stumbles, feet tripping over roots and fallen branches as she can hear the snarling, grunting breathing of the creature as it gained on her faster on all fours, it legs aided by thick muscles.
And then it was right in front of her, standing to their full height, all pitch black fur and piercing yellow eyes and she back-pedaled, bare feet sliding through the decomposing leaves, trying to change directions but a large clawed hand wraps around her ankle and she's caught. She screams, kicking at him with her other foot, writhing, fighting to get free and she just hears this rumbling sound well up from deep in it's chest.
It seemed similar to a laugh. Then the rumbling breaks apart, fading into a clear chuckle.
It was laughing.
At her.
She looks up at it, terrified eyes running over its elongated snout, maw dripping saliva and it's large barrel chest was moving slowly with each deep even breath it took. It's grip on her ankle wasn't painful no but it was firm. It squeezed it's grip as if to say, 'no escape.'
It was looking at her, head tilted but she could tell with the way it tensed that it was waiting for something. Waiting for what? Why wasn't it already eating her?
Then it's clawed hand shifted, sliding up her calf, gripping tighter before tugging her closer towards them. She tried again to scramble back but the sharp tips of its claws were lightly pressed into her skin and she stilled. The threat was immediate, if she moved, they would slice through her flesh like it was paper.
She sagged back into the damp forest floor and that's when it moved, coming to crouch over top of her on all fours, one clawed hand still holding her leg, now sliding it up to grip her thigh. She tried smacking it away but the creature just rumbled again at her before nuzzling it's dripping mouth into her neck. Her neck was getting drenched by its spit and she turned away from it disgusted while it snuffled against her before licking a long strip over her collarbone, up her neck and over her cheek, letting its tongue dip down over her lips. She turned her head violently the other way.
But it didn't stop, it continued to lick at her neck, this time its tongue dipping under the collar of her loose nightgown. And she tried pushing it away but then creature just growled low, pulling away, hooking a claw in the collar and yanking down, effectively ripping the nightgown in half.
She jumps, yelping as she tries to cover herself but then the creature growls again, pulling her arms away roughly, claws scratching her, drawing thin red lines over her flesh.
She stilled again and it watched her carefully and when she drops her arms to her sides it growls, pleased.
Then she can feel its tongue licking at her chest, drawing up her sternum and slowly up her throat. Again it does this, but licks down her jaw past her ear.
She shivers as the rough patch of it tongues catches over the spot just below her ear. It growls again, choosing to lick over the spot again, while trailing its claws up her thigh and she gasps then, looking down and away from it. It's tongue slides slowly, gently over a breast, rough patch catching on her nipple and she gasps again.
Her hands try to push its snout away from her but its other clawed hand wraps around both wrists and pins them above her head with a growl. Something inside her twists strangely.
Then its nuzzling at her breasts again, licking again at her nipples, dipping down to trace the underside of each breast. It was a strange sensation but she could feel her body start to react to the slow lapping, the huff of its hot breath against her skin and she couldn't stop herself from arching up into it.
The creature makes a noise between a growl and groan, pressing its nose into her sternum, inhaling deeply. Again it lets another growl/groan slip from its throat.
Then its nosing further down her body, licking her stomach and she can feel the press of its canines against her and she's rigid, shivering as the wet tracks from its tongue dried in the cool air. She bucks when its nose slides over her still covered folds.
It presses harder, nuzzling back and forth until it growls gutturally, hooking its free claws under the band and tugs hard, ripping it off. She has no time to react as its suddenly prying her thighs apart, shoving its maw against her core, lapping at her tentatively at first. Her hands scramble to hold onto to something, finding purchase in the ropey strands of the creature's fur on its head. It grumbles low at her.
But then its drawing a long lick up, ending at her clit and she shudders. It does it again, dragging its tongue slowly up, flicking the tip over that bundle of nerves. Again and again until she's finally writhing underneath them, trying to grind herself back against that tongue.
"Oh!"
What was wrong with her?
Why was she starting to enjoy this?
Then its working that long tongue inside her opening and she can feel the sharp edges of it teeth dragging lightly over the divots of her hips. The tongue moves in and out of her and its grunting, panting heavily as thick saliva drools from its mouth onto her curls, coating her. Its tongue slides over her clit before sliding back inside her and she moans again, loudly this time.
It grumbles against her as it continues to lick and slurp furiously at her folds, gripping her thighs tighter as it tries to push further into her. Pressure is building inside her stomach, an urge...a need to...
She was going to...
