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  Taken
Author: Byron Anderson
The day was warm as you started your lonely hike through the
mountains. This was your time, a time you cherished to allow
yourself to explore
the wilderness, to reach out to no one but yourself. A time to
be sullen, to seek solitude from the harsh reality of life, and
for you… a time to forget.
You found pleasure exploring new areas of the mountains that led
up from the small cabin, as different as night and day from the
apartment you had lived in for so many years in the city. This
was the life you wanted now; this was your freedom, and your
escape.
You hiked for hours, knowing you should start heading back, but
you were being drawn farther into a world you had never know,
into a world
you had longed for all of your life.
No, you would not turn back, not yet… not today. Today you would
travel farther than you have every allowed yourself to travel
before. Today, you would find what your soul had been longing
for among the rocks and trees.
Today, you would give yourself to the wilderness that spread for
miles inside of your heart, and you would never look back.
The skies were calm for hours as you made your way farther into
the wilderness, but as an unexpected storm rolled in, you looked
for shelter when the rain began to fall. Just a light drizzle at
first, but as you spotted a cave and hurried toward it, the
skies opened, and you found yourself running for safety in a
torrential downpour.
What you thought was a cave was in reality little more than a
small recess in the rocks, and as you reached the safe haven,
you saw another hiker had sought the same location to take
cover. You stopped, seeing it was a man, and as the rain soaked
your clothing, you looked desperately for another location to
flee the impending downpour. Terror filled you as a bolt of
lightning struck, the thunder following immediately, but was it
the thunder, or the hand you felt grabbing your arm and pulling
you toward the small crevice between the rocks that made you
fear?
The fear and surprise of being pulled to safety against your
will made you hesitate, but it happened so fast that you
suddenly found yourself standing next to the stranger. You
started to speak, to be polite and thank him for 'inviting' you
into the small shelter, but as you looked up into his eyes, you
found the words would not come.
There was something about his eyes, so cold and dark, that cut
through you, chilling you more than the rain soaked clothing
covering your body, and you could see those steely eyes were not
looking into yours, but looking you up and down. You glanced
down, realizing that the light weight shirt you were wearing was
clinging to your flesh, exposing the shape of your bra, and your
breasts beneath.
You move your arms, starting to cross them over your chest, but
the stranger’s hands take your wrists. Again, fear fills your
body. His grip is not gentle, but not painful. You are frozen
for a moment. Those eyes are now looking into yours, looking
beyond you, looking inside of you. You feel violated, as if
somehow he has bared your soul with those dark, evil eyes that
now burn your thoughts. You look away, but only for a moment.
When he releases your wrists, you look back at him. You're free
to run now, free to escape this terror that has gripped you, but
he smiles softly. For a moment, a brief second, time stands
still and you find yourself staring deep into his eyes.
Was it a minute? An hour? Or only a second that passed? You
can't tell, but now you find yourself again being pulled again.
His arm is around your waist, pulling your body to his.
You start to pull away, but then yield, somehow unable, or
unwilling, to resist. You feel your stomach churn, a small
tingle filling your entire body as you find yourself drawn to
him. You are disgusted by your own passion, but you cannot deny
it is there. You know that you would never yield yourself to a
stranger, let alone a man like this. He is not ugly, but not
handsome either, and yet, as his fingers unbutton your shirt,
you find yourself wanting him, willing him to take you.
The wet material peels from your skin, feeling as if somehow
your soul was being bared to him instead of your flesh. You want
to tell him to stop, but as his rough hands move to your
breasts, still secure behind the safety of your bra, your voice
has abandoned you, and you don't speak. A gasp escapes your lips
as you feel those horrible hands squeeze your breasts. He is
touching you in a way he has no right to do, and as you feel
your desire grow, you wish you could somehow control it.
You want him to stop, to leave, to let you be the person you
know you are, the person that would never allow a stranger to do
this to you, but now you feel as if you are not yourself, not
the person that is confident and secure, but a willing
participant in this mad-man's carnal desires. You cannot believe
the lust that is filling you, and when his hands release the
catch on your bra, he pulls it from your body so quickly that
you have no chance, nor desire, to stop him.
The
small opening has protected you from the downpour, but not
completely, and you feel drops of rain falling on your naked
breasts, the water rolling down them on all sides forming small
droplets that hang from your nipples. You want to close your
eyes, but those dark, cold eyes of his are staring into yours,
forcing you to stare back. You fell a cold chill, but not a
chill from the rain, a chill that feels like ice flowing from
his eyes into your heart, piercing the heat of passion within
your body. You hate him. His unwelcome advances disgust you, but
you are filled with a primal lust you have never known as he
tears your shorts and panties roughly from your hips and down to
your ankles.
As he kneels before you, waiting for you to lift your leg to
free your ankles from the clothing, you cannot believe that your
leg is yielding to him, lifting from the ground to allow him to
remove your last hope of refusing him. You are left wearing only
your socks and hiking boots. Your body is naked and bare for all
the world to see, for him to see, and for him to touch. And he
does. You shiver as you feel the rough skin of his hands touch
your silken thighs. Your legs quiver, but is it from his harsh
touch, or from the desire you feel as his hands pull your legs
apart slowly? You lean back and feel the cold rocks against your
skin as you stand before him, your legs open now.
He has taken you too far too fast, and you give in to your
desire completely as his face presses against your thighs. Small
waves of pleasure pulse through your body as you feel his tongue
make its way to your most tender flesh. The warm moisture
between your legs has nothing to do with the rain. As if
summoned by the gods, a clap of thunder rumbles through the
trees as you feel his mouth pressing against your lips, his
tongue invading you. Whether it is the thunder or only your
desire that makes your body shiver, you cannot tell, but your
body does shiver, just as the thunder has made the earth around
you shiver with it's supreme power.
You feel helpless as his tongue repeatedly explores your most
private areas, his mouth sucking against your tender flesh, his
teeth gently scraping the surface of your clit, sending shock
waves up and down your spine. His rough hands reach around and
squeeze the tender flesh of your ass, pulling you to him,
forcing his mouth against you. You feel one of his fingers
invade you from behind. They are so rough it causes an
uncontrollable mix of pleasure and pain, but its effect is
undeniable as you feel yourself reaching a sudden orgasm. You
cannot believe your body has given itself so soon to him, and
you wait for him to move away as you feel your juices begin to
flow, but he doesn't. He draws you closer, sucking like a man
possessed as he drinks the wine of your pleasure, drawing more
from you than you feel you can give, but still you feel your
nectar pouring into his mouth. You cannot believe your orgasm
has not stopped, and you realize that now a second flood of lust
has taken over as unbelievably you erupt again into his waiting
mouth.
Your legs are shaking so hard he has to know you will soon
collapse, but he squeezes your ass harder, driving his finger
deeper inside of you, holding you up against your will as he
draws the nectar from within you. You feel a rush of juice flow
from your body as his mouth demands you offer more, drawing the
sweet liquid from somewhere inside of you that you never knew
existed. You feel as if he were draining your very soul.
You can offer no more, your very being spent at his demand, and
your body no longer has the ability to remain standing as you
fall to the ground. Your hands reach out to catch yourself, but
you feel his arms around you, holding you, caressing your skin,
embracing you tenderly as he lays you gently on the wet and
muddy ground.
Has he merely caught your falling body, or somehow captured your
falling soul as the cool mud welcomes your sweat covered flesh?
Now he stands over you, a somehow welcome silhouette against the
dark sky as your breath returns to you slowly. You long for
rest, but you see him removing his shirt, tossing it aside into
the rain. His jeans fall quickly and are discarded as quickly as
your inhibitions. You want him, need him, and must have him.
Your animal lust must be satisfied once again. He is a beast, a
horrible, relentless animal that has attacked you with no regard
for you as a person, only as an object of his desire, and as he
kneels in the mud and lays his body against yours, you realize
it is you that has captured his soul.
Your legs open once again, this time without his demanding they
do so. You have opened yourself to him willingly, and you have
invited him to take you. You forget who you are, not willing to
let your inhibitions come between you and the desire you want to
fulfill. You gasp slightly as you feel his manhood touch your
tender flesh, pushing against you slowly yet firmly, opening you
carefully to allow him inside.
Gently, you feel him passing the tender folds of skin, then with
one violent thrust he enters you. Screams echo from deep within
you, a mixture of shock and pleasure you feel from the fact that
he has penetrated you so quickly. Seconds that pass seems like
hours as you feel every inch of him move deeper inside of you.
Time passes as if it were slow motion, yet you have no concept
of time. He has not just taken you quickly, but he has been
ravenous. He has pushed himself inside of you fully and has
begun thrusting into you before you realize it. His hands grab
your breasts and pull at your nipples as he continues thrusting
in and out of you, so fast, so hard. He is forceful, taking you
completely, both in body and in soul, and he is unwilling to let
you feel anything more than him. It is happening so fast now.
You cannot feel love, you cannot feel tenderness, and you cannot
even feel desire any longer. The only feeling you have now is
lust. Lust for him to fill you. Lust for him to slam himself
hard into you, and he does as if he were obeying your unspoken
commands.
A raw, primal lust has taken control of you to the point that
you feel as if it is not you any longer, that somehow you are
watching someone else being ravaged by this man, but it is you,
and only you as you feel his hips pounding and pressing himself
harder against your flesh.
Has it been a minute? Five minutes? Even longer? You cannot
tell. You still have no concept of time, no grasp of reality.
Nothing exists now but your inner most desires. You no longer
want him but need him. He has found you. He has found a person
you did not know existed.
Your body writhes in the mud as you feel him pulsing inside of
you. You draw him closer, both with your arms and with your
soul. You feel his muscles tighten in harmony with your own, and
you tighten yourself around him, clenching his shaft with your
love.
Time has returned for you, but only long enough for you to know
you are going to release again, and long enough for you to
realize he is going to fill you.
Would he dare? Surely he will stop and pull out first, but you
find it is you pulling him deeper inside of you. It is your arms
and legs drawing his body hard against yours.
No, he is not going to stop, and you will not let him. You are
taking him now. You are the one in control. You will make him
fill you.
There will be no decency, no tenderness, and no consequences.
Your soul will not allow it as he rams himself even deeper into
your body, swelling in size as the moment approaches. You arch
your back, making sure he can fully probe the depth of your
womanhood, welcoming him to a place no man has ever known, a
place even you did not know existed somewhere deep within you.
Nothing else exists now as your orgasm takes control. There is
no Heaven, no Hell, no earth, no rain. There is only you and
your need for life.
He is there now. His muscles tight and straining as he pushes
himself against you, his body trembling along with yours, but he
is a shadow to you, for it is only you that matters now, only
what you want, and only what you need.
You release yourself as he fills your body, your warm fluids and
his mixing and churning within you, filling your inner being
with its warmth and sensual pleasure. Not only does the mixture
of pleasure and warmth circulate within your womb, but it also
feels as if it is coursing through your veins.
You are spent, and you can barely feel him moving until you find
yourself lying in his arms, caressed by his love.
There are no longer two bodies laying in the mud, but one. One
body, one soul, one being, and one love.
You are protected by your own desires as the storm passes and
the rain subsides.
It is done.
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