She ran through the forest, swerving left and right to avoid the trees. The woodland flashed by her as she ran, leaves and dry twigs snapped and crackled beneath her feet. She was making lots of noise and not even thinking about covering her tracks.
It didn’t matter though. Whatever they had released didn’t follow tracks or noise. It was just there. Her heart raced as she ran. She didn’t know why she was running; it had taken apart her team in seconds. The gory images flashed before her, she remembered Lucy being torn in two then devoured by the thing. She hoped, and hated her self for it, that it wasn’t chasing her, that it had spent too long taking care of the rest of the team to chase her.
She knew that wouldn’t be the case though. She had seen it look directly at her and smile. She couldn’t tell what it was, it seemed to shimmer and fade in the light, it had looked, and heaven forbid if it was, like a giant dog, like a werewolf. It had disappeared then and her team had been torn in two, and she had run.
Then, she heard the howl. Like a wolf, only more threatening. She pushed herself harder; if she could just make it back to the helicopter she would be alright.
She heard its pursuit. It was making no disguise of that fact that it was moving. She heard it crash into trees as it bounded towards her. It was moving with an immense speed, it had sounded some distance off only moments earlier, but now, now it felt like it was on top of her.
She risked a glance over he shoulder and then regretted it. A huge black shaped bounded towards her on all fours, traversing the terrain easily. She tried to run faster but her legs wouldn’t have it, she could see the helicopter now, in a small clearing ahead, it was so close.
She tried to shout out, but her lungs were struggling as it was, she had no more free air.
She ran towards her escape, she hoped they could start it up fast. Even if they couldn’t, they had firearms there; she should be able to hold it off long enough for them to get out.
It sounded closer now, but she daren’t look over her shoulder again.
She could feel the sweat all over her, the humidity was high and she was suffering for it. She had discarded most of her equipment when she had first run; she just carried what she was wearing now. Her tight brown shorts clung to her legs and ass, her top to her chest and back. She was glad the sports bra was doing its job. The walking boots she wore weren’t made for running in though, and the thick rolled down socks were no longer keeping her feet comfy.
She was panting now, out of breath. She felt pain in her left lung as her body tried to slow her down. Then suddenly, it was quiet, had it stopped perusing her? Still running, she looked over her shoulder and she saw it, plummeting through the air. It had jumped towards her.
She screamed as she fell, her foot caught on a tree root. Falling badly onto her front, her ankle seared with pain. Grabbing handfuls of ground she tried to pull herself along, refusing to give up.
It landed behind her, and she heard it slowly stalk towards her. She carried on pulling; she could feel it watching her, studying her. But she refused to give up.
Something grabbed her ankle, something strong. She tried to pull forward, but it gripped tighter. It felt like a human hand gripping just above her sock. She pulled harder, trying to get away. But then she felt another hand grab the outside of her thigh on her other leg, and they both pulled against her.
Slowly, she was pulled back towards it, screaming and kicking her legs. The hand released her thigh and grabbed hold of her waist, pinning her to the ground. Her hands reached out and clawed at the ground, trying to gain some resistance to pull herself forward again. But her fingers just raked through the mud as she was pulled further towards her pursuer.
She could feel its warm breath on her leg and she tried to turn, to see what it was close up. But it tightened its grip on her waist, making her scream in pain, she arched her back and it felt like it was trying to snap her hipbone. She felt immense pressure on the bone and she was sure it was going to shatter.
It eased its grip and her body relaxed, her face collapsing onto the ground where she lay breathing in rasps. The pain was still there, but it wasn’t as intense. But by fuck it hurt. She daren’t move now, pinned by the fear of pain.
It dragged her back again slightly and she felt its hand run up her bare calve from her ankle. Then it stroked back down again and took up its grip once more on her rolled down sock.
She desperately tried to think of what to do. There must be some way out of this situation; the pain in her hip clouded her mind as she sought a solution. She felt something wet on the inside of her leg and she involuntarily moved her leg away from it. Again the hand tightened its grip on her, but this time on her ankle. She screamed again as she felt the extreme pressure on her bone.
Slowly it eased off and she lay panting like before. She was glad it hadn’t been her other ankle, it still throbbed from her trip. Again, she felt the light pressure and moisture on her leg as something wet touched her inner calve. She assumed that it was its tongue.
Whatever it was it didn’t plan on letting her go easily. At least it hadn’t killed her yet. She wanted to try a quick burst of speed, to try and push her self off the floor, to try and catch it unaware. She knew that its grip was far too tight on her though and it would simply punisher her for her actions.
She had to stifle a scream as it licked further up her leg; its tongue seemed to grow as it did. It started as a small light touch, but ended at the bottom of her shorts as wide as her leg. It grunted as it reached her shorts, obviously not expecting them.
She suddenly realised to her horror what it wanted. It released its grip on her waist and gripped harder on her ankle, pre-empting her response and warning her of the consequences.
It grabbed hold of the belt line at the back of her shorts and ripped them with a powerful sharp tug. The material pulled on the front of her waist, hurting her a little, not enough to make her move again though; she bit her lip to stop from screaming out. The back of her shorts came off, leaving the sides covered.
It didn’t move for a while, and she knew it was staring at the white knickers she was wearing. They didn’t quite cover her ass, and she knew that it was watching her. She felt sick, she wanted to cry, but fear kept her still.
With a sudden tear, it ripped what remained of her shorts away, pulling the material from under her as well. It discarded them with no thought and then started to slowly tug on her panties. It pulled slightly along the belt line, running its hand under them; she felt its cool touch on her skin. She flinched, but it didn’t notice, she supposed it was far too involved with what it was doing.
Then, like before, it tore her pants from her ass. She felt the hand back on her waist, but she could feel it properly now. It felt just like a normal hand, only bigger. She’d been touched by enough men to know what a hand should feel like. The hand was cool though, it wasn’t chilling, it just wasn’t as warm as a hand should be. Slowly it moved its other hand up her leg again and gripped her by the knee.
She felt its tongue on her ass cheeks. It licked over them both; following down slight into her ass crack; she felt its saliva all over her. She wanted to retch, but stayed still. She felt it tongue slowly move down in-between her legs.
“No please” she whispered quietly. “Please.”
It ignored her and started to lick over her vulva, its huge tongue touching everything between her legs. It moved it up towards her belly button, its hand raising her off the ground slightly. She felt its teeth in her ass. It moved its tongue over her pubic hair, which was as high as it managed to get its tongue.
“Please don’t” she whispered, scared to make it resort to pain again.
Slowly its tongue was drawn down and it started to wash over her outer vaginal lips, slowly easing its way between them. Somehow, it got smaller and she could feel less pressure on her, it moved up again and found her clit with ease, flicking over it, she felt herself stir inside.
“Nooo” she moaned slightly, ashamed of her lack of self-control. “Please, please.” She murmured.
Slowly, it pressed its tongue through the folds of her vagina, moving it between them up to her clit, then back down. She felt the pressure increase on her waist and ankle as it got a better hold. Her hands dug into the ground, clawing at the dirt and wood, she made fists and squeezed them together, as if the pressure she created would stop the thing holding onto her.
She hadn’t even got a proper look at it. She moaned uncontrollably as it slowly moved its tongue inside her, expanding it as it went. It filled her and she screamed at the top of her lungs. It slowly drew its tongue out without reducing its size, putting pressure on both inner lips of her vagina, making her clench her fists, her short nails drawing blood.
“N…..oooooo” she fought. She wanted to kick her other leg out, but it hurt enough keeping it still. Slowly it drew its tongue in and out, all she could feel was the pressure inside her, the rhythmical movement. She hated herself, but it felt good, touching places inside her she didn’t know existed. She resisted grinding herself onto it though; she wouldn’t give it any pleasure.
She just lay as flat as she could. Its hand released her waist and in that instant, she tried to pull herself forward, again though, it just gripped her ankle tightly, making her scream in pain. It carried on her violation without interruption, and the pain was slightly dulled by the feelings growing inside her. Something grabbed her by the back of the neck, forcing her into the ground; she twisted her head sideways to avoid being smothered.
“Oh my god” she whispered as it increased the pace of its movement in and out, touching a sensitive part right at the front of her slit, it noticed her slight reaction and forced harder against it, she groaned with pleasure, unable to stop herself.
It started to move in circles inside her and she moaned again. Faster it moved in and out, flicking its tongue over cervix. It got faster and faster, forcing her to grind slowly up against it. It moaned too, she didn’t know why, but it woke her up slightly.
“No.” she fought against it again, and it just rammed its tongue in harder and faster still. The feelings inside her fought against her for control. She screamed in rage as it brought her slowly towards orgasm.
“NnnOOooo, No, No” she screamed in time to its thrusts and then finally “NNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOO!!” she screamed into the night, she exploded inside as its tongue forced its way hard against her cervix again, she felt like it would burst through her, firing out just above the small of her back like some kind of spear.
“No, please….no” she panted on the floor. She still buzzed inside, her body trying to force her to grind onto it again, to make the most of her experience. She clenched her fists harder and moved both of her legs. Instantly it gripped harder on the leg it was holding, shooting pain through her, and the other reacted all by itself, igniting her ankle into a sea of pain to punish her for the movement. But it was enough to dull everything inside of her, and she smiled at the small victory.
It grabbed her with both hands around her waist and picker her up. Its tongue still inside her, her legs and arms all hung loosely as it picked her up. Her spine kept her back straight and her head lolled forward, she didn’t have the strength to move it, so she just looked at her waist and the dark shadow contained beneath it. It carried her back slightly and she heard a slurping sound, like it was drinking out of her.
“NOO!” she screamed, using the last of her energy. It slowly withdrew it tongue, having had its fill of her forced vaginal juices. She tried to kick her legs and arms but couldn’t. She felt utterly drained.
Then it just dropped her. She landed badly, painfully. She started to cry softly, the pain too much to bear. She might have passed out she wasn’t sure, but eventually she managed to claw her way painfully to the helicopter. It had broken her other ankle, or she had broken it in the fall, she wasn’t sure. But she cried every inch of the crawl.
The crew had been killed, she couldn’t tell how, but the inside of the cockpit was a mess. She found some spare clothes inside and dressed herself painfully. Then fell asleep inside the aircraft.
She awoke sweating from the nightmare. It had been chasing her again, through the jungle. It had kept saying “You’re mine now, I’ve got your taste.”
She looked around. She was still inside the helicopter, it stank of blood. Holding her nose she used the radio and it was picked up immediately by the search team. They had been looking for her for three days.
She never stopped having the nightmares.
And she knew one day it would come for her again.
One day.
When it got thirsty.
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