Part 1 (part 2 in comments)

For some time, Ava had very taboo fantasies, fantasies that she told not one soul. That is, until she met Anthony. When she told him of her darkest fantasies, instead of being disgusted or afraid, Anthony smiled. He smiled because he too shared these fantasies.

And so that’s what they were out doing today, checking off a particular kink off the list. They had quite the naughty hike planned, with a picnic at the waterfall when they were done with their kinky activities. There were only a couple cars parked at the trailhead, hopefully meaning the trail should be quite deserted.

They packed light- one backpack for food and drinks, extra clothes, towels and a rope. You would think the rope would be for mountain climbing or something like that. But no, it was for Ava’s most taboo fantasy, about to come to life.

The crisp fall leaves crunched beneath Ava and Anthony’s hiking boots on a gorgeous autumn morning. The sun was just starting to come up over the mountains. It was a chilly morning, but that didn’t stop them from their plans for the day. Walking hand in hand, they followed the trail for a ways, enjoying the fresh mountain air and the birds singing their good mornings. They did not pass anyone for an hour or so, thankfully, because the chase was about to begin.

Anthony looked down at me, “Do you remember the plan, baby girl?”

“Yes, sir.” I reply.

“And what’s your safe words?” He asks.

“‘Yellow’ for slow down, ‘Red’ for stop.” I tell him.

“Good girl.” He says. “Now, on the count of 3, you’re going to run. I’ll give you a couple minute head start, then I’m coming for you.” He says huskily.

My heart starts racing already and I haven’t even started running yet. With that, I take off. Running as fast as my short legs would take me. It was not a smooth run however, undergrowth, tree limbs and rocks lined the path around me. I had to be very careful to not trip. I only had a couple minutes to run as far as way from him as possible. Out of breath already, I slow down. I look down at my watch, I only have 30 seconds left of my head start. I veer off the path quickly and take off again. My legs burning, lungs working overtime, my adrenaline is rushing through me. I jump over broken trees in my way, trying to put as much distance as possible between us. My time is up. He’s coming for me. I stop so I can hear, maybe id be able to hear him running for me. Only the silence of the forest surround me. He must be trying to be stealthy.

“Well, he’s not going to find me that fast,” I think to myself, starting to walk at a fast pace through the forest. I hear a branch crack behind me. I stop in my tracks. Goosebumps raised on my arms, alerting me to the danger coming for me. I return to my power walking, listening out for more sounds that may be Anthony. He’s as quiet as a mouse, stealthy and quick.

“Gotcha!” He shouts at me from about 50 feet away.

“Fuck!!” I say as I take off running away from him.

“Not a chance, baby girl, not a chance,” he says smiling, running fast towards me.

I feel his hand grab my hair and pull me back into his body, captured at last.

“What’s this I’ve found in the forest? A delicious slut, mine for the taking.” Anthony says smiling.

“Fuck you, I’m no slut.” I say, playfully offended.

“We will see about that baby. Strip. Now.” He tells me.

I resist, being the brat I am, I refuse to strip. “I don’t think I will.” I say to him.

Anthony isn’t playing today though, he is over to me in two steps. He takes my shirt in his hands and rips it off of me. He raises a knife from his pocket. He clicks it open and out pops a blade, shining in the sunlight. He starts cutting off my shorts until I’m standing there, naked except for my panties and bra.

“Take your bra off. Now.” He tells me.

Not wanting to anger him with a knife in his hand, I surrender. I take my bra off and throw it over to our stuff.

“Mmmm this is almost perfect. But still, I’m missing a couple things.” He says to me. “How about you be a good girl and go over to that tree and hug it for me.”

“And why would I do that?” I ask in a bratty voice.

“Because I’d hate to use this knife on you baby.” He says.

My eyes big, my body frozen in fear. I look up at him and say meekly, “Yes, sir.”

I go over to the tree, putting my arms around it. Anthony takes the rope from the backpack and ties my arms together around the tree trunk. Feeling the rough texture of the tree against my naked body is nothing compared to feeling Anthony’s body against mine, his knife tracing down my sides, the fear and ecstasy as one.

“Now that wasn’t so hard, was it baby girl?” He asks sweetly. “Now, be still while I paint my canvas.”

Confused, I look behind me. He’s moved away from me, he’s digging in the backpack. I can’t see what he has in his hand, it’s so small. I turn back around and wait. My fate already decided.

I feel a soft tip of a pen or something like that move across my back. He’s writing something on me. He abruptly rips my panties down, so they’re down by my ankles. He goes back to writing, but this time, on my ass cheeks. Curiosity was killing me, I wanted to know what naughty things he wrote about me.

“There, now that’s done. We can have some fun.” He says with a smile. “Does baby girl want to know what I said about her?”

“Yes Daddy, please show me.” I beg.

”Well, here, see for yourself,” as he takes his phone out of his pocket and takes a picture of my back. He wrote ‘FUCK ME, IM A CUMDUMP’ over the middle of my back. And on my ass cheeks, ‘DADDY’S WHORE’.

“I’m always Daddy’s whore.” I say happily.

“Ah yes, you are baby girl. But today is special. This hiking trip was for us to make our fantasies come true. And today, two of them will baby.” Anthony tells me.

Confused, as I thought we were just doing my consent/non-consent scene. Thinking, wondering what other fantasies I’ve told him. Like I’ve said before, our lists are endless so it could be anything.

“Cat got your tongue baby? That’s ok, probably best you don’t talk anyways.” He says as he reaches down to grab my panties which were still around my ankles. He takes them and rolls them in a ball, just to shove them in my mouth. The taste of my wetness filling my mouth.

“That’s better.” Anthony says, tracing his fingertips down my sides, leaving goosebumps in his wake.