Episode 11

It is 2:00 am on the bedside clock when I am woken from my sleep to a noise coming from outside.

Head fuzzy, my throat and back killing me, I raise my body up so that I am sitting on the mattress and notice moisture seeping from between my thighs.

Did I pee?

Reaching down between my legs, I swipe a finger just below my core and am met with a clear, slick substance. Raising my hand to my nose and sniffing gently, I am relieved when the smell is not the acidity of urine, but something slightly sweet, musky even.

Climbing off the bed, I make my way across the wooden floor to the bathroom. Sliding back the barn door, I jump when I hear the sound again, a thud coming from the porch below.

Moving inside and locating my robe which is hanging on the hook, I wrap the soft material around my nightdress and head downstairs, grabbing the iron poker sitting next to the fireplace and edge towards the front door, my ears primed, listening for the sound.

After 3 minutes of silence, I unlock the door and open it a fraction, peering out, the poker ready for the attack.

Nothing, the porch is empty.

Is the asshole Russel messing with me?

Pushing it fully open, I am hit with a mouth-watering smell, the scent fresh and metallic. Eyes searching for the source I peer down and see a lump of something red sitting on the welcome mat.

Turning on the porch light to get a better look I scream as I take in what looks like a heart lying on the floor.

Falling back in shock, I scramble back inside and close the door turning the lock.

This has gone too far, first a rabbit, then a raccoon now this, what is it, a bears heart or something else?

Running upstairs I locate my phone ready to dial 911, cursing when I notice that is it FLAT! I must have forgotten to charge it...

Not bothering to wait, I locate my suitcase, throwing it on the bed and opening it, and begin to grab all my clothes from inside the dresser.

I am not staying here, fuck that!

Hearing another loud bang I move to the bedroom door closing it, heart pounding I lean against it and listen.

"If that is you, Russell, I suggest you leave know, I have called the sheriff's office and they are sending someone up here right away." I lie, my fear beginning to mount.

Not hearing anything further, I turn back to the bed to finish loading my clothes in the case, my lower body cramping, wetness pooling between my thighs, my core aching. Lifting my eyes briefly towards the bathroom, knowing I need to clean myself, I take a backward step when I see a large shape emerging from the now open window.

Pivoting on my heal and leaving my things on the bed, I run to the bedroom door reaching for the handle and turning it. Before I can open it, a massive arm grabs me around the waist and I am pinned against the wood by their body.

The pressure and heat of a large mass behind me is immense, their frame surrounding me as I struggle to breathe.

Tears filling my eyes, fear coursing through my veins like ice shards piercing, I buck my body and try to push him off me, but he is like steel and will not budge.

"Please," I beg.

I should have gone straight to the police last night. Stupid, stupid idiot!

"Please you do not have to do this."

Moving my head slightly to the side I come face to face with a bloody hand, the heart from the porch resting in-between their massive fingers.

"I am sorry," I sob, my voice breaking as his arm tighten around me at the mention of his name.

"Do you not like my gifts?" A voice growls, feral, distorted.

I am struggling to breathe, the pressure around my waist is causing my lungs to tighten from the lack of air and I am getting light-headed.

"I don, don't understand, what gifts?" I stutter, my eyes are cloudy with water.

Leaning down, I feel his face in my hair, breathing me in, his body moving even closer, as I notice a very large, solid pressure prodding against my back.

Dropping the organ on the floor, he moves his hand to my robe, tearing at the tie and ripping it off my shoulders, leaving me exposed and only in a short nightgown.

I don't understand, what gifts? I repeat in my head, trying to understand his words, my lower back cramping again, and causing more fluid to run down my legs.

"I am sorry, I am so sorry for what happened in the parking lot, but PLEASE, PLEASE."

"Shhhh, won't hurt," he purrs, voice still gravelly, "it will be better soon,"

Forcing my nightgown up above my thighs, growling in my hair, his massive hands move to my legs prying them apart, his length, wet at the tip, sliding against my slick entrance.

"Please," but before I can finish my plea, with one solid push, I am impaled.

Fresh fear rips through me, as he forces himself inside, the wetness from before only assisting with his assault.

I am in full panic now, my face wedged up against the door pane, my hands clawing at anything I can reach, and my body trying to dislodge myself as I scream.

He moves his hands to my hips to hold me still, his fingers digging into my tender flesh, as he forces himself deeper inside.

I can hear rumbling sounds almost like gentle purrs coming from behind me. The noise shifting my panic to some sense of calm resignation, my brain becoming hazy at the sound. It is like my body is submitting and my head is too foggy to fight it.

I have never been this full, his cock so deep, reaching uncharted areas.

His massive body, which I now realize, is completed naked and is so hot against my back, scalding even, as he holds himself tight inside.

He doesn't move for several breaths, he just stands patiently behind me, purring, almost like he is waiting for something.

The fogginess in my head clears a little and I feel an overwhelming sense of déjà vu, my body loosening as some of the tension recedes.

Breathing heavy, he moves his right hands from my hip, using it to tug my hair aside to reveal access to my neck.

My heart starts pounding again, the heaviness in my head clearing, panic starting as I can feel his wet tongue tracing my collarbone, right over my...

Pain takes over as his teeth pierce my skin.

He is opening the scars!

Pleasure floods my senses, overriding the pain and fear, he starts moving his hips, teeth still embedded in my flesh as he sucks.

My eyes roll back and I am lost to the sensations of his mouth and cock that I arch into him, providing better access, disgusted with my actions but overwhelmed with the need for more.

More, more, more.

We move in sync, his balls slapping against my pussy as we grind against each other.

He grunts and forces himself deeper, if that is possible, our bodies one as the pressure mounts.

My mind is still fighting for control, this is wrong, this is sooooo wrong. But I am too weak to fight it, my mind crazed with lust as my body is a slave to the onslaught.

Tears streaming down my cheeks as I scream for more and move with him, pushing as he pulls.

Then everything explodes, lights bursting behind my eyes, as a roaring can be heard from behind me as he releases himself inside.

Panting, I try to catch my breath as I come down from the biggest climax I have ever experienced.

Raped! I have been raped! Why would I enjoy it, what is wrong with me?

"Doe eyes," he whispers as he moves, our mingled fluids gushing down my legs as he withdrawers.

Doe eyes?

Turning, I come face to face with my stranger, then everything turns black.

Not Russell...

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