The Hunter

He stepped out of the shadow he had been standing in for the last hour, watching her from the bushes in the alley behind her house. She had been arguing with her man for half that hour, walking back and forth through the house. He, the hunter, had been stalking his prey waiting for a time to strike. The hunter was commando under his loose brown pants, his camo jacket perfectly hid the eight inch-razor edged knife, and his boots and ski mask made it that much more difficult to see him in the bushes.

He watched her storm out of the house to the backyard which was blocked on two sides by the high fences of the neighbors. He took his opportunity and rushed up behind her as she was walking. The hunter wrapped his arm around her shoulders and quickly put the knife to her throat so she wouldn’t scream. He spun her around so that she faced him and backed her up to the wall of the house, just below what was her bedroom window. He then slowly slid the knife down the front of her body, until it was between her legs. Feeling the tip push into her soft thigh, being that she was in a lacy tank top and short shorts and not much else.

He whispers, “Spread.” She did a little; she was too scared to scream for help at that moment even knowing her fiancé was in the bedroom on the other side of the wall she was pressed against.

The hunter whispers again, “Scream and you bleed...stay quiet and you don’t.”

She quietly answers, “Mhmm.” He then shows her how sharp the knife is by easily cutting a lock of her hair. She slowly nods in understanding.

The hunter leans close and whispers, “Any teeth and I cut your pretty face...any noise and I cut your pretty face and tits.” He takes the blade and runs the flat side — cold and long, carefully down her cheek, chin, and to her breasts, as he grabs a handful of her shirt and slices it right down the center leaving her breasts exposed. She winces both from anticipation and sheer fear. He whispers, “Shorts down now.” She quickly but cautiously drops her shorts. Her initial thought at that moment was fear of what was happening, and what would her fiancé think?

The hunter now shoves her down to a sitting position on the ground against the wall. He moves the knife to just under her chin and drops his pants, then leans in and whispers, “Open up, and remember no teeth.” She opens her mouth some and he shoves his half hard cock in, as he begins to move in and out of her mouth getting harder with each thrust, she does her best not to gag as that would be noise and noise means bleeding. Once fully hard, he pulls out and grabs her wrist with his free hand, placing it on his now hard cock.

“Stroke it,” he whispers. She begins to slowly stroke his cock, and as everything finally starts setting in, she starts to cry silently. Crying because she was ashamed; ashamed she was doing this. He leaned in and licked a tear off her cheek. “Cry all you want, but not a sound,” he whispers as he drags the blade tip down across her collarbone.

She bites her lip to keep from making a sound, the hunter bites her ear and whispers, “Open your legs like a good whore.” Inhaling sharply at the pain from the bite, she starts to slowly open her legs. Feeling the knife under her chin again she hears, “...such a pretty girl, I would hate to cut you...but you are going to keep quiet, aren’t you?”

She again responds a quiet “Mhmm.”

The hunter takes his free hand and rubs it between her legs, “Your cunt is wet,” feeling it begging him to shove his fingers inside. He whispers, “I picked a slut...I’m going to enjoy cumming inside you.” Shuddering at his touch and feeling humiliated by him calling her a slut and whore, she lets go of his cock. He grabs her wrist again and whispers, “Guide my cock into your wet cunt little slut...and keep crying...you look pretty that way.” Now crying more and trying her best to stay silent, she obeys. The tip of his cock touches her wet lips and he slides right in. Pushing his weight against her to keep his balance he pushes in deeper.

She whimpers softly now as he is not only violating her, but he is bigger than she has had before. Now the tip and blade of the knife is under her chin again, it felt cold and sharp. She also felt his cock warm and hard inside her, without realizing it she wrapped one leg around him as he moved in and out of her. “Good slut, hold this and don’t drop it...it might hurt,” he whispered to her as he placed the knife, blade out; into her mouth to free his hands. She tasted the cold steel as she bit down on the blade as she felt his hands go around her throat to choke her. The hunter started slamming into her harder and harder, thrusting deeper; her hips moving with his from the sheer force.

Tears flowing free at this point, but yet all she can think is ...please…don’t...stop… The only sounds she can hear are her heart beating hard and his balls slapping against her. Feeling him getting close to cumming, she still can’t believe it’s happening to her. The hunter begins forcing his thrust that much deeper, and as he starts to fill her with his hot cum, she hit her climax. As he slowly pulls out, he whispers, “Good slut, don’t lose a drop.” She clenches herself tight and as he backs up a little. She reaches to take the knife out of her mouth. He watches and responds, “take it...go on, you take it out of your mouth...now put it in my hand.” She obeys still fearing what else this man might be capable of. The hunter takes the knife, “Now, not a word until I’m long gone or I will return and you will bleed.” And he took off down the alley and out of sight.

It took her several minutes to collect herself enough to realize that it had been her Dom and that the whole thing was an idea they had agreed weeks ago. Damn, he had her breathless from fear, but the rush was amazing and she secretly hoped they could do something similar again. There were no marks from everything that had happened which was good, she just needed a shower to clean up a bit. As she went back in the house, she stopped in the laundry room on the back porch to grab a new shirt.