Page 8 of Stalking His Prey

Beingan ex-collegiate long-distance runner means I am blessed with many things. First, I have good habits that allow me to stay in shape and stay healthy. But more importantly, I have the ability required to chase down my beautiful obsession, Penelope.

I’ve watched her from afar for so long. And now, to have her over my shoulder, roped up like a helpless baby sheep…it’s like a dream come true.

In all the time I’ve been watching her, I’ve seen men crane their necks when she walked by to get a better look at her. I’ve seen her customers at work checking out her ass when she passed their table, and I had to restrain myself from marching in there and breaking their faces to keep their eyes off what is mine.

Now I can’t help but smile because Ihave this innocent beauty in my arms. No man will ever touch Penelope. Not as long as I’m still breathing.

Carrying her in this position means her precious thighs are pressed against my cheek, and with each inhale, I get a delicious whiff of the scent of her pussy.

The effect is like a drug. I can’t get enough.

The scent is so perfect it’s like it was designed just for me and forces my cock to pump and swell under my jeans as I stride up the mountain.

How can one single girl be so perfect?

I’ve got to give it to Penelope, though. She sure knows how to run. She even thought she could stop me with that little fallen-trunk trap she attempted, but let’s face it, she was never getting away from me.

Like a sheep dog, I herded her through the woods by slightly altering my course, backing off and moving in again, until she was far away from the hiking trails she’s used to. I never expected her to think about jumping off the cliff into the water, but I guess she’s a much more serious girl than I had anticipated.

I like that.

It will make what I have planned for her so much more fun.

My cock swells thicker and thicker, impeding the speed of my ascent. I swell even more when Penelope begins thrashing around like a fish out of water, screaming futilely into the gag I tied around her mouth.

“Stop!” I bark. She doesn’t. Time to drive the point home.

I set Penelope down on her back and lean over her. She writhes and twists, kicking the ground like she thinks she can worm herself away from me. I watch for a moment, admiring her gusto, watching her tits bounce.

The top of her halter has come down some, exposing her ample cleavage. Her left breast is almost falling out, and as much as I love the view, she can’t continue to struggle like this. She’ll only end up hurting herself.

I grab her by the thigh and squeeze, then pull my knife from its sheath on my belt. Her eyes go wide when she sees it. I twist it side to side, causing the glint from the sun to move across her face.

“See this knife?” I ask her. “Now I can use this knife to cut your bindings, or I can use it to cut you. Which would you prefer?”

Penelope instantly stops moving.

“That’s a good girl.”

This time, she doesn’t squirm at all as I lift her onto my shoulder and continue through the woods.

Penelope has such a tiny little waist and her skin is so soft compared to my rough, callused hands. The warmth from her body on my arm is driving me crazy.

I’m inflamed beyond anything I ever thought possible as I continue to carry her. And as we grow closer and closer to my destination, my lust for her nearly reaches its peak.

It’s not long before I see my cabin through the trees.

“Here we are.” I smile, causing Penelope to raise her head and look up. When she sees the wooden shack, she lets out a helpless squeal that is swallowed by her gag.

The steps creak as I take them to the front porch, then using the key in my pocket, I unlock the door and step inside.

Once again, Penelope begins to squirm against me as I kick the door shut behind me and walk directly into the bedroom.

“What were you thinking, Penelope?” I ask as I set her down on the bed and watch as she scans the room with her beautiful, frightened eyes. “Out in the woods all alone looking so goddamn sexy like you do?”

I drag my eyes up her heavenly body. Her plump teardrop titties are nearly spilling out of her halter top, and her hips are so sumptuous and wide that thoughts of breeding her invade my mind.

Fuck, I’m starting to lose control.

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