1. The Island, Chapter 13


    Date: 4/21/2015, Categories: Fiction, Cruelty, Non-consensual sex, Author: Paperbackwriter, Rating: 93.1, Source: sexstories.com

    “Are you OK to walk back to the beach and find Janie?” I asked. “Yes. I don’t think it’s that bad. She didn’t knock me out. It just hurts.” I gave her a reassuring hug and a kiss. “Go on back. Keep some pressure on the cut. I’m going to track her down.” “Be careful!” she said with concern. “Don’t worry about me. I’m a 4th degree black belt. I think I can handle a zealot in a robe.” I set off at a run in my underwear and sandals, seething. I have had enough of this goddamned bitch! I was pissed enough at her before, but at least she was harmless and tied up. Now she had hurt someone I cared about, someone who had been helping her, and she was running free on the island. She could get to anyone she wanted, including the kids. I had to find her. I’m no tracker, but it was pretty obvious she was following a game trail through the thick jungle. You couldn’t travel very far otherwise through the thick underbrush. There were occasional clearings and bare spots, but getting from one to the other was a problem. This worked to my advantage, and I knew I could outrun her. I could tell I was on the right track by the periodic appearance of pieces of broken vegetation. At one point I found pieces of duct tape lying on the ground where she must have torn off her restraints. The trail began climbing into the highlands which ended in cliffs on the north side of the island, according to various scouting parties that had explored the surroundings. More and more rocky areas meant more chances ...
    to miss her trail, but the jungle was still thick enough to leave clues as she passed, and I kept up the chase. I had just climbed up a steep section of trail when I found the ground more level. It seemed the track had reached a plateau. The undergrowth was a little thinner, and large trees a little more separated. I spotted a flash of black ahead as she ran around a large rock formation. I poured on the speed, anxious to catch this evil little cunt. Unfortunately, she was a little smarter than I gave her credit for. Knowing she couldn’t outrun me, she was hiding on the other side of the rock. As I tore around the corner, she swung a broken tree limb like a bat. Instinct allowed me to bring up a shoulder in the last instant, which may have saved me from a skull fracture. Instead the log glanced off my head, but still with enough force to knock me down, dazed and hurting. She was on me in a second, clawing me again with her long nails. She raked long gouges down my back and tore the waistband of my shorts with the force of her attack. I threw an elbow into her midriff, knocking the wind from her and giving me a moment to roll away and stand up. I assumed a fighting stance as she righted herself, brandishing the branch. Initially I tried to hold up my sagging drawers, but I was not going to be able to fight her with one hand, so I simply let them fall and stepped out of them. She stared at me goggle-eyed, then began haranguing me. “You filthy infidel pig! You expose yourself to ...
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