need to go on vacation with an older guy. he’s got a nice cabin upstate. plus, he got lucky with the property, nothing around for miles besides trees and the river that cuts through. he’s a little extra handsy tonight as you watch a movie in the living room, but you didn’t think much of it, he’s always been pretty physically intimate. but it quickly gets to the point of groping. grabbing and squeezing you all over. palming your cunt. “just give in. you know you can’t escape, make it easier for the both of us, alright bud?” he half growls into your ear as you try to shift away from his grip on your crotch. “is that a challenge?” you question him. you’re fast, agile. you can hurdle fallen trees and climb standing ones like nothing. you knew he couldnt, he’s developed a bit of a dad bod with age. he wasnt as quick as you, but he had double the stamina, twenty times stronger than you, and could lasso like a professional. you thought you had a good chance of getting away if you really tried. “go ahead. i’ll give you a 30 second headstart” he laughs to himself and sits back on the couch.
before you knew it your shoes were padding fast along the rough terrain. making sure to take a completely un traveled route. you were sure you already had him beat by the time you started feeling your breathing get slightly harder after a couple of minutes. you decided to slow your pace from a full sprint to a brisk jog. you were probably a mile from the cabin by now, the only light was the full moon reflecting off the leaf and rock covered ground. but then you felt the hairs on your neck stand up and your heart quicken before you heard it.
the unmistakable sound of a dirtbike, gaining ground on you fast. you started sprinting again, suddenly it was very real. he was about to catch you and who knows what he would do once he did. you didnt look back. just kept running out of fear and adrenaline. until-
agh! ~ the bike sped past you. he stuck his leg out to trip you and immediately spun around into a stop. you didn’t know what was happening until you felt the cool leather and clink of a collar being locked into place around your neck.
a leash tugged harshly as he stood up, yanking you to your feet with him.
“cmon, runt, be glad i’m not forcing you out here for that. i’ll at least do it inside. less chance of someone hearing you scream.” he pressed his now done cigarette into the side of your neck before using the leash to force you onto the bike.
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