The Wood Nymph Pt. 02

3

“If I don’t catch you within an hour, I will grant you one wish – anything that’s reasonable, respectful and I am capable of accomplishing; and is just between you and me,” the man explains.

“And if you do catch me, what’s your reward then?” the girl asks with suspicion.

“The joy of catching you is a reward in its own right,” he winks at her.

She thinks it over for a moment. It is certainly something she has secretly fantasized about. But this is not a fantasy. She does not trust the man yet, she knows there is a dangerous side to him that would enjoy making her suffer. Yet, deep down she doesn’t believe he will really, REALLY harm her, because that is not something that has ever happened to her – she can’t even imagine it. So this will be just a game, like he said. She likes putting up a fight anyway, so this should be fun.

“Okay,” she says to him with a sly smile.

“I will give you a 45-second advantage starting now.”

He begins counting down slowly and she is suddenly in a rush. Fuck! She is only wearing panties – not a lot of time to get dressed. She quickly puts on her t-shirt and laces her sneakers hurriedly. With 10 seconds to spare she rushes out the door and heads for the woods.

She starts climbing the hill behind the cottage. After a few hundred meters she stops to rest, pressing herself flat against a tree. She is out of breath and her heart is racing – from the effort but also because of the adrenaline that is coursing through her blood. She remembers that old joke about the hen running from the rooster thinking to herself “Am I running too fast for him to catch me?” and she chuckles.

Both options are tempting, she considers – if she wins, she gets something from him. She can ask for a massage, or for him to read to her, or to eat her out all night long… The thought of it brings heat to her insides. But getting caught is exciting in itself. Seeing the wild animal inside him is frightening and arousing at the same time. Fighting him only to be overpowered is an enticing thought as well. She longs to be overpowered – for someone to take full control of her by force. However she thinks of this, it’s a win-win.

She hears the man’s voice in the distance. “Little girl, I’m coming for you.” He’s taunting her, but at least she knows he is not close by. She takes a deep breath and continues between the trees. She still keeps a good pace – she doesn’t want to be an easy prey after all – that would be embarrassing!

Soon she reaches the top of the hill, but there is no clearing like she hoped – trees are surrounding her from all directions and there is no way to get the lay of the land or spot the man. He was wearing dark, muted colors, so he wouldn’t be easy to notice.

She pauses to think over her next steps. The cottage faces south, she has been heading straight away from it, to the north, and has been on the move for about 20 minutes. She must have covered about 2 km, maybe a bit less. She can’t see much from the terrain but it seems the hill descends more steeply in the east. So she will go west. Eventually she should get down from the hill, skirt it and return to the cottage. At least following this plan, the chances of her getting lost are smaller. She has no phone, no water or food, no clothes. And the night will come in a few hours. The real danger is not getting caught, but being unable to find her way back to the cabin and getting hypothermia. Surely the man wouldn’t let that happen!

She puts the uncomfortable thought of spending the night alone in the woods at the back of her mind and turns to the left. Even though she is only several kilometers away from civilization, this place is wild and apparently not popular with the locals because there is no path for her to follow. She needs to go through thick bushes that are clawing at her bare legs. “Where’s a machete when you need one!” she thinks.

After fighting her way through for some time, she finally reaches a small, sunlit clearing. She is tired and she is getting cold – despite the warm day there is always a chill in the shadow of the trees – so she feels relieved to stand in the sun for a moment and warm her extremities. Just as she is reveling in the sunlight, she hears movement in the grass behind her. Startled, she turns back and the moment she sees the man, she lets out a scream. Yet, what she feels next is relief and, feeling silly for having screamed, she starts laughing.

“You think this is a joke, do you?”

His voice is as hard as steel. Her laughter dies in her throat when she sees the wild, menacing glimmer in his eyes. A few strides and he is on her. She tries to flee, but he grabs her wrist and pulls her back to him, holding her arms with both hands and painfully sinking his fingers into her flesh. She uses all of her force to break away from him, beating his chest with her fists until she is out of breath, but he is too strong. He slaps her face so hard, that for a microsecond she cannot see. Then he pushes her roughly on the ground and quickly unzips his pants, taking out his big, hard cock. He is holding it as if it is a powerful weapon and he is going to use it to punish and hurt her.

“You’ll see what happens to little girls who are disrespectful,” he warns her. He looks like a beast ready to pounce on her. She doesn’t have time to think, she knows this is no longer a game and she needs to run. A fresh rush of adrenaline gives her the power to jump on her feet as if pulled by rope and then she dashes back between the trees. The man smirks: he let her go on purpose – just like a cat does with a mouse – because it is so much more exciting when she is genuinely scared.

4

The girl is frantic now. She is running as fast as she can, not daring to look back. She is trying to navigate between trees and bushes, oblivious to the scratches and cuts on her legs, arms, and even one on her cheek that is adorned with minuscule red droplets. Her heart is in her throat and her lungs are on fire, but she keeps forward, driven by panic.

The man has revealed his other side – his primal, predatory side. In this scenario he is the wolf and she is the doe. And the doe usually gets eaten.

She doesn’t know what to do. Will it be okay if she returns to the cottage? Will the hunt be over then or will he go beyond what would be acceptable to her? She shakes her head as if to chase that thought – he is not that kind of person. But right now any rational thought is overruled by her reptilian brain.

The girl has been running blindly, without any sense of direction. The growing cold around her should inform her about the impending evening, but she feels nothing. All of a sudden she trips over a root and lands hard on her stomach. The air is punched out of her and it takes her a few moments to get up. She finally lifts herself up, only to see that her knees are scraped and she is covered in dirt. She already fell a few times, stumbling over roots, but now she is feeling really deflated. An overwhelming wave of defeat hits her and tears begin streaming down her face. She leans against a tree and starts sobbing.

She gives herself just a minute of crying before she pulls herself together. The girl takes a deep, calming breath, wipes away the tears and looks around. The landscape appears the same in every direction – only the sun can give her a clue. She hopes she has been retracing her steps and if she turns right and begins descending, she should reach the cottage sooner or later, with the setting sun to her right. She definitely doesn’t want to be here after dark.

Just as she is about to start running again, she sees the man.

He is 3-4 meters away and watching her with a mixture of triumph, utter, masculine dominance and searing, primal lust. With one look he is telling her he wants to hurt her, fuck her and possess her.

The girl freezes in her spot, wide-eyed. She is petrified for what feels like long moments, until finally her brain begins working again and she tries to soberly assess the situation. He has actually changed into a camouflage! No wonder she never spotted him – did she ever stand a chance? She glances around. The forest is dense here and the man is too close – she will not be able to run away this time. Her pride is wounded though, and she owes it to herself to not surrender peacefully.

The man takes a few slow steps toward the girl, observing her closely. He can see the fight on her face – the way she is holding her chin up and looking at him with defiance, despite being filled with fear – and he is attracted to her all the more for it. Victory tastes sweeter when one has a worthy opponent.

“I won, babygirl. And that means I can do whatever I want with you.”

Right now these words sound more like a threat than a playful invitation. He suspects she may try to run again or at least put up a fight but knows she has no chance of escaping. Establishing his dominance over her both physically and mentally is so very thrilling.

He takes a few more steps, carefully and slowly, so that his prey doesn’t get spooked, placating her into a false sense of security until she is within his grasp. Then he lunges at her, sandwiching her body between his and the tree behind her. She jerks and tries to wiggle out of his embrace, but the tree bark is digging painfully into her back and at the same time his weight and force are pinning her down like a rockpile. She screams in frustration and tries to fight a bit longer but nothing gives way and soon she is panting from the strain.

The man leans forward and growls in her ear:

“You. Are. Mine.”

He nibs on her earlobe, bites her jaw then slams his mouth onto hers, kissing her bruisingly while kicking her legs apart. The man slowly begins rubbing his hand against her pussy through the panties. Now that the hunt is over, he wants her to calm down. This way she would be a more receptive and willing toy, and also more susceptible to control.

His approach is working. The worst didn’t happen, she thinks. He may have a dangerous, sadistic streak, but he also seems to be exhibiting great self-control. Perhaps she can count on him to respect her and her limits. Her heart still beats with nervous anticipation, but somehow she has remembered how much she desires the man and that this scenario can turn out to be fun for both. His warm, strong body against hers feels invigorating, his fingers send sparks from head to toe. The notion that he will harm her seems less and less plausible now, opening room for pleasure and enjoyment.