The air was humid outside the cabin. Nora stood miserably outside the back door with the faux fox fur tail hanging from between her ass cheeks. Her face still burned with the embarrassment from what she’d done, how easily she’d participated, and how much her body still hummed with satisfaction.

She tried to tuck her hair behind her ears, but the gloves he’d strapped around her hands prevented her use of her fingers. With the tail firmly in place, the fox fur ears seated on her head, and the matching gloves she looked every bit his pet.

Taking a shaky breath, she looked into the woods surrounding them. She could take off running now while Greg finished getting his ‘gear’ together, but she didn’t want to forfeit this chance. He was so unrelenting about not giving second ones. He would give her freedom if she made it to the main road. He even told her how to get there.

Looking between the trees, she found the path he mentioned. It was a three-mile hike, but she could do it. She’d been camping before; girl scouts when she was little, but it counted, and she did remember some things. She’d need to stay off the path if she didn’t want him to find her, but close enough to it that she could follow it.

The screen door smacked against the frame, jolting her from her plan making.

“Okay.” Greg stepped down from the small porch holding a rifle in his hand.

She jerked back from him.

“What is that?” She pointed at the weapon. He didn’t mention anything about a gun.

“Relax.” He grinned. “It’s a paint gun. It’ll hurt when I shoot you, but it won’t harm you. No worse than the cane.” His assurance wasn’t very assuring. That cane hurt like the devil himself was licking her ass.

But arguing wouldn’t get her anywhere.

“Your shoe’s untied.” He placed the rifle to lean against the door and crouched down in front of her to tie her gym shoes. No shirt or shorts, no panties of any kind, but he gave her shoes. What a prince.

“I go straight down that path, and once I get to the main road what do I do? I can’t let people see me like this?” She waved her paw-like gloved hands over her body.

He smirked and finished tying the second shoe, then stood up. Her head came to his chin. If she took a step forward, she’d fit against his chest perfectly snuggled into his body.

“It’s not really a concern, but if you do make it, just find a bush to stay behind until I get there.” He turned around and picked up the rifle, slinging it over his shoulder. Pulling the pair of sunglasses from his neckline, he slipped them on.

“Are you ready, pet?” he asked, looking at his watch.

“You’re really doing to this? Making me run through the woods like this?” Her stomach twisted again. The little shimmer of hope she had that he was just fucking with her head faded as the seconds passed.

“Yep. On the count of three you start. I’m giving you a two-minute head start. Remember, if you’re hit, you lie down and do what?”

She wasn’t answering that question. He knew perfectly well what he’d instructed her to do; she didn’t need to remind him.

“Not a good start. I’m shaving thirty seconds from your lead time.” He fiddled with his watch again.

She let out a huff. Impossible man!

“If I’m hit I’m to lie down.”

“Lie down how?”

If her face heated any more he’d be able to cook their dinner on it.

“Lie down on my back with my legs spread and my hands up.” She looked away then back at him, knowing he was waiting. “Like a good little pet should.” And there was the warmth again, spreading down to her pussy.

It wasn’t horrifying enough that she’d acted so slutty when he put the plug in, now she was getting ready to do it again. She cleared her throat and turned away from him, looking at the path again. In an hour’s time, she could be on her way back to Chicago. Or Milwaukee. Wherever Bernie thought would be safer.

“Ready? Set...” He leaned over her shoulder, pressing a kiss just behind her ear, making her insides start melting again. “Go!”

She jolted into action, running for the path. Her feet pounded on the well-worn ground, snapping twigs as she went. It had been a kindness that he’d let her have her shoes for the run. If she were barefooted she’d easily cut her feet up with all the dead twigs and branches around.

“Ready or not, here I come!” His deep rumbling announcement kicked her into a faster speed.

She hadn’t run in a while. Months actually, but she could outrun him. She had to. He may have more muscle, but that meant more bulk. Her slender features surely would help her succeed.

Veering off the path to her right, she headed for a thicker patch of woods. Stumbling over a fallen log, she righted herself and kept going. The pounding of her shoes muffled any sound coming from behind her. Looking for him would be a waste of time, and she’d seen enough horror movies to know wasted seconds would lead to falling and getting caught.

Her lungs began to burn, sweat collected on her brow as she ran. Wiping her forehead was useless with the fox paws on her hands, but at least the fabric soaked some of it up.

As she darted to the left trying to see if she was still going the way of the path, a splattering of blue struck a nearby tree. She yelped and kicked herself into a higher gear, moving back to the right, deeper into the trees. She’d find the path again, once she lost him.

Another burst of color to the tree she passed on the left. How the hell had he caught up to her so easily?

She tripped, righted herself, and continued to pursue her freedom. No matter how much her lungs burned, or her thighs screamed to slow down. She had to try, she just had to get this done.

The headband of the ears began to slip as she ran.

Another smattering of blue, this time to her right. She bolted to the left.

Two more pellets exploded on the tree trunks around her. He was getting closer. His booted steps were heavy, and much too near her.

Frantically looking around her, she found a large bush, thick branches covered in wide, deep green leaves. It was her only chance. She dove behind it, crouching down and peering through the slim spaces between the branches.

Where was he?

Was that him whistling?

Not wanting to shake the leaves of the bush and give away her location, she moved her body over to see toward the left of where she hid.

Nothing.

A branch crunched, but she couldn’t tell from which direction it came.

If she had the use of her fingers she could easily pry the branches apart quietly, but he’d strapped the fucking paws on in a way that left her helpless to do it on her own.

Her own breathing echoed in her ears, drowned out only by the harsh beating of her heart. Sweat rolled down her temple.

The cock of a gun drew her attention, and she stilled. Trying not to move a muscle, she desperately searched for him. He had to be close.

“I don’t want to hit your back, pet. Get off your knees so I can hit your ass.” His dark voice vibrated though her. He was behind her.

“You haven’t hit me yet,” she said calmly. She could get up and run for it again, get on the other side of the bush. He’d have to run after her in order to take a clear shot.

“You can try to run if you want... I’ll give you five seconds.” The confidence in his voice didn’t give her any of her own that she’d get anywhere. But at least she’d try.

She stood up, bolting to the left, but before she even cleared the bush, a sharp pain shot through her thigh. Looking down, she saw the blue paint dripping. But she didn’t stop, she kept running.

Another shot to her ass, then her right hip. She screamed at the pain; those little balls hurt like fuck!

“Not playing fair, pet,” he called out to her.

She stopped running and bent over, placing her gloved hands on her knees and gulped for air.

“I—” Tears filled her eyes. It had been her chance, and she’d failed.

“You were hit.” His words led her to follow his previous instructions.

She slid down to the forest floor and rolled to her back. Ignoring the tears on her face, she parted her knees, bent her hands downward at the wrists, and brought them to her chest.

He stepped to her, between her spread legs and looked down at her. He slipped his glasses off and dropped them to the ground, along with his rifle.

Sweat rolled off her forehead, her entire body felt hot. The ground had a soft chill to it, and she welcomed it against her hot skin.

Greg moved down to his knees; leaning over her body, planting his hands on either side of her, he brought his face close to hers. His eyes, stern and hungry, fixated on her.

“You cheated, little fox.”

She gave a little nod, finding it hard to speak with him so close. He was barely out of breath! How could she have thought she’d outrun him.

“Are you sorry?” His eyebrows rose.

She nodded again.

“Should I punish you?” he asked, one hand reaching down to her knee and resting on it.

She shook her head. “Please... no.” The words barely came out loud enough for her to hear.

His fingers trailed down from her bent knee, toward her sex.

“I want to kiss you, but you were so naughty, trying to run away after you were hit.” His voice, silky and sultry, took what little breath she still had away.

Her focus moved to his mouth. Such full lips that were so warm, so soft the last time he kissed her. And she wanted more than the peck he’d given her.

“You lost the hunt. You’re mine now, pet. I’ve caught you.” His fingers found her pussy lips and a smile burst across his mouth. “So fucking wet.”

She nodded again, afraid of what betraying words would fall out of her mouth if she tried to speak.

“What will I do with you now?” He grinned down at her, a knowing smile that spoke volumes of the dirty, wicked things he wanted to do. And even though she’d lost her freedom, she’d been caught, she found herself wanting them too.

Where was the fear?

Where was the sheer terror?

His fingers spread her pussy lips open, then flicked over her clit. She jerked with the electric current running up through her body.

“You gave a good chase.” He lowered his mouth to her neck, kissing his way down her collarbone to the wide valley between her breasts. “You have such pretty tits, pet.” He nuzzled his cheek against her nipple. “You think they’re too small,” he said, flicking his tongue over the little pink nub. “Answer me,” he said with a gravelly tone.

“Y-yes,” she said, breathless as he captured her nipple between his teeth. Was this his prize for catching her? To play with her body until she was wound so tight she’d explode?

“They’re not. They’re perfect.” He kissed her nipple then moved to the other side, repeating his treatment.

“Greg.” She dropped her hands to her sides, her palms sweating inside the gloves. She couldn’t touch him like that, not with the fox paws on.

“Shhh, I’m taking what’s mine,” he said against her torso and kissed his way down her body in a straight line for her pussy. The leaves and twigs of the forest floor crinkled with his movements.

His hands slipped under her bare ass, bringing her pussy up an inch, closer to his mouth.

“Your tail is a little dirty, we’ll have to clean you up later,” he promised, and his tone was filled with more than just the idea of cleanliness.

“No, don’t.” She tried to wiggle out of his hands, but she didn’t get to have a say in this. His lips captured her sex. His tongue swirled around her needy, swollen clit and she moaned with the pleasure he filled her with.

“Good, pet,” he murmured and suckled her clit harder. “I’m going to fuck you, Nora. I’m going to fuck you so hard.”

Her teeth dug into her bottom lip. This wasn’t supposed to be happening. She was supposed to be halfway to the road by now. She should be on her way to freedom, but she’d found herself more encaged than before.

“Yes.” She pushed her hips up toward his mouth when he started to pull away. “Please,” she begged.

“Does your pussy need to be filled?” he asked, prying her lips far apart and running his tongue from her entrance to her clit. Her eyes rolled back, and another guttural growl escaped her.

When was the last time a man touched her like that? Had a man ever touched her like that? Made her want to scream out with an orgasm, merely at the sound of his voice?

“Tell me, pet. Tell me you want me to fuck this pretty little pussy, and suck on these sweet tits. Tell me.”

He spoke with such vulgarity. Her pussy wept with arousal. If he didn’t get inside her soon, she’d cry.

“Please, Greg. Please, fuck me.” She’d think about the consequences later. She’d figure a new plan later. She put her hands on his shoulders, but she couldn’t feel him. The damn paws again.

“Those stay on,” he said before she could ask. He knelt up and unbuckled his belt. She watched his strong hands work the well-worn leather through the buckle and unzip his jeans.

He shoved his clothes down far enough to pull out this long, thick cock, and she licked her lips in anticipation. She wanted it. In her pussy, in her mouth, down her throat.

What was he doing to her?

Wrapping his thick fingers around his shaft, he stroked himself, making a pearl of pre-cum form at the tip. He swiped it away with a finger and brought it to her mouth, spreading it over her bottom lip and grinning.

“Spread your legs wider for me.” He brought the tip of his cock to her entrance and rolled it along the edge.

She widened her legs, planting her feet into the ground and readying herself.

“Ask me,” he said, lining his eyes up with hers.

“Greg. Please,” she managed, hoping it was enough.

The little shake of his head told her it wasn’t.

“Please fuck me.” She wiggled her hips.

With one quick thrust, he was buried inside of her. She cried out from the sudden fullness. He stilled over her, kissing her shoulder. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he said into her ear.

An almost sexless life will do that.

“Don’t stop.” She nipped at his shoulder with her teeth.

He chuckled. “Not until you’re screaming for release,” he vowed and began to move.

She pulled her knees back, taking him in further, falling into the pleasure of his cock stretching her. The plug in her ass made her tighter, made for everything to be fuller, more sensitive.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck...” she chanted as he plowed into her. She’d never felt anything so freeing before. She put her hands to her head, feeling the fur of the paw gloves on her forehead. The humiliation was gone, she only felt his cock, heard his pleased groans with each new stroke of his dick inside her.

“Yes, fuck, yes!” she cried out. “Please, oh god. Please, Greg! Make me come, please let me!”

He pushed off her, finding her clit with the fat of his thumb and rolled it over and over again until she was going to die from the pleasure.

“I’m going to come.”

“Ask, always ask!” he chastised with a slap to her pussy.

“Ow!” She jolted, but it only worked to further his cock into her pussy. The more her ass moved against the floor of the forest, the more the plug moved inside of her.

She’d never felt so gloriously full before in her life.

“Please, may I come? Greg, please may I?” She pressed her mittened hands to his shoulders and arched as best she could into his finger.

“Yes, pet, you may come. Come hard, scream loud.” He thrust into her hard, flicking her clit now with an intensity she wouldn’t have thought would bring her to the edge so quickly.

“Fucking come, pet!” he demanded and plowed into her.

Her throat burned from the scream she let loose while her body exploded into millions of rays of light. She cried out, his name, a curse, a vow, a promise, she rambled and rode the waves of pleasure until they softly ebbed and brought her back to where she’d begun.

He leaned forward, planting a kiss on her cheek, then taking her mouth beneath his. He fucked her harder, growling into her mouth as his tongue swept in and claimed her.

“Fuck,” he groaned, pulling away from the kiss and pulling out of her pussy, leaving her feeling void and cold. “Damn,” he growled, wrapping his hand around his cock and stroking hard. Long, hot cords of cum spurted from his dick, landing on her stomach, her thighs. He grunted with each new string.

She let out her breath when he finished and collapsed forward, resting his head on her chest, careful to hold himself up and not touch his own mess.

“You’re mine now, Nora,” he said with a fierce sense of ownership that ran from him, straight through her.

“I know,” she whispered, unsure of what it meant, but knowing, deep in her core, something had changed with this fucking. Things weren’t going to be the same, and he wouldn’t give her another chance to leave.

She lost the hunt.

And maybe herself.