She’s a Runner, Rebel, & a Stunner: Chapter One (Edited) by Azuri

I tripped over my two left feet as I fled through the woods. I didn’t know what was after me, but I did know this—there was no way in hell I was going to let it get me.

Pausing at a tree to catch my breath, I took stock of where I was. The middle of fucking nowhere, that’s where I was. Trees surrounded me front and back, left to right. How was I going to make it out alive?

That’s when I saw it. My light at the end of a long, musty tunnel, the flickering light to guide me out of damnation. I raced towards the golden ticket as my head pounded a deep bass drum solo and my lungs reluctantly filled my burning chest with air, like balloons ready to burst.

A snickering came from behind me. Or was it to my left? As the bitter laugh continued, I decided it sounded from all over, not just a single voice. Despite my growing trepidation, I focused on the most boisterous, intrinsic sound I could.

I struggled to concentrate on the raspy inhale and exhale of my unrestrained breathing. Soon, all other sounds fell away. Just like that, I was alone, running from my own demons.

A sharp, painful blow to the back of my head yanked me into reality. I wasn’t alone, I was being chased. Hunted. And now the predator had caught its prey.

The last thing I remember before floating into an inky grave was the face of my best friend Carolina mouthing “I’m sorry” and another blow sent me where I was desperately fighting to stay away from—my own personal inferno.

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The first thing to come was the pain. Let me rephrase—the first thing to come was the vigorous, pulsating thrash of my brain trying to beat its way out of my skull and splatter at my feet while continuing to writhe about.

As my vision slowly returned, I became aware of other pains. Small ones, compared to my throbbing head. I was sure I had broken a rib or two, not to mention my throat felt as if someone had taken a cheese grater to it, and I desperately wracked my mind for a reason.

I faintly remembered running through the woods. Glancing around, I found that I was still in the woods. In fact, I was roughly tied to a tree, my hands bound together with chains.

“She’s coming to!”

I tilted my head to see where the feminine voice came from. Before I could get a good idea, a man with a black ski mask was standing in front of me. I looked down at him from my position on the tree, though he was rather tall. I could see thick biceps coming out from his raggedly cut sleeveless shirt. He was most likely the cause of my physical agony.

“Well I see you’re finally awake, Sunshine,” an abnormally deep voice sounded. He stroked my honey-brown hair softly and pushed it behind my ear. I figured he must have been using a voice changer to disguise his voice. But, why?

“Do…do I know you?” I choked out, my eyebrows pulling together. I tried to clear my throat, but that only made the pain even worse. The mystery man wound his hand around my neck, his arms flexing with the slight effort.

“You don’t speak,” His fake voice shook angrily. Slowly releasing his grip, his hand slid down my chest. He firmly grabbed my left tit and brushed my already hardened nipple with his thumb. It was only then that I realized I was completely nude. “C’s. Very nice,” he commented appreciatively.

When I tried to speak, he shoved his hand over my mouth and pushed my legs open. As mystery man moved forward, he placed his big black boots on a stump until he was standing at least five inches taller than me. With his hand still wrapped tightly around his mouth, he used his left hand to yank down his zipper and set free his mostly hard dick.

My eyes felt like they were going to jump out of their sockets when I saw his pulsating cock. Easily 10 inches long, maybe three inches wide, his member stood proudly between us not even in its fullness.
He spread my legs even wider and pushed the tip against my clit. My eyes bulged again when I realized his intentions. Mouthing “no” against his large palm, I struggled as hard as I could to nudge him back. There was no way he was getting that monster in me.

Taking his hand away, he lightly slapped my face, though it was hard enough to bring tears to my eyes.
“Listen here. You’re going to be a good little girl and keep still. Understand?”

I nodded, my eyes glued to the ground. He was going to rape me and there was nothing I could do. The man stepped forward again and this time, he positioned his dick at my hole, slowly shoving the tip in.

I gasped as the huge head of his penis entered into me. I squeezed my eyes shut tightly as he penetrated my dry pussy, inch by inch. Despite myself, I felt my cunt slowly growing wetter as he tried to fit his length into me.

“That’s it, baby girl. Get wet for me,” I could hear him chuckling behind his mask.

I whimpered pathetically as this vile man kept trying to fit the last few inches inside. We both knew I was too tight and he was too large. Sighing in defeat, he slowly pulled back until just the tip was in. He replaced his hand over my mouth and looked me straight in the eye.

He let go of the hold he had on my leg and reached towards his mask. Keeping my eyes locked with his, he removed his mask and slammed into me as hard as he could at the same time.

I screamed into his palm.

Daniel?
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I awoke in a cold sweat, jerking upright in my bed. What the hell was that! Had I… Had I just dreamed about getting raped by my brother? I really need to stop taking afternoon naps.

Grabbing my hairbrush, I decide I need something to take my mind off of the dream. I reach for my computer and headphones, settling back under the covers.

I slowly slide my panties down until they’re around my ankles and position my brush over my clit. Plugging everything in, I hit ‘play’ and listen to sweet, blissful sounds of moaning as I watch a girl get fucked roughly by her boyfriend.

Watching intently, I feel my pussy getting wetter by the second. I give a little gasp when I gently push the end of the brush into my sopping cunny.

Matching the pace of the sexy couple on the screen, I try hard not to moan my delights of pleasure. Grunting inwardly, I press my fingers rapidly against my clit, stimulating my impending orgasm even more.

Just when I’m about to explode around my beloved hairbrush, I hear knocking at my bedroom door. Acting quickly, I pull my hands away, push my legs down, and close my computer. My father peeks his head around my door.

“Can I come in?” He asks with a smile. Damn! I was so close! I shout inside my head. Outside, I smile and nod sweetly, sitting up and trying not to think of the hairbrush inside my aching cunt.

“Sure, dad. What do you need?” I wonder through my teeth. Maybe it’ll be small so I can finish.

“Nothing big, I just wanted you to know dinner is almost ready. Your mother needs you to go help her finish up.” He replies, placing his hand on my knee.

“Sure, give me a few minutes and I’ll be right down,” I smile. I sit silently, staring at him and waiting for him to leave.

“Well, are you going to get up?” He urges.

“Yes…? I just need a minute.”

My father looks at me suspiciously, but gets up and goes to the door. Looking back, he gives me a mischievous grin and yanks my blanket away from me.

My baby blue eyes bulge the size of Jupiter as I try to conceal my naked nether regions that still have a brush stuck inside and juices flowing out. My face burns bright red as my dad looks at me with disappointment and shakes his head.

“Vanessa…” He sighs. “You’re just like your brother. You need to get control of yourself, or get the fuck out of my house.”

As my father storms away, I can’t help but recall my dream at the mention of my brother. I search through the piles of clothes on my floor for some pants and grab the first pair I see.

Just as I’m about to slide them on, the hairbrush slips out and I turn red all over again. I glide my hand across my nipple to see if I could finish, but the mood is gone. I sigh and make my way downstairs to the kitchen.

“Hey, mom. Dad said you could use my help?” I pop a piece of chicken from the pan into my mouth and almost spit it back out from the heat. My mom gives me an angry look and for a second I’m concerned that dad had already told her about my incident.

“Yes. Would you please set the table? Dinner is almost done, but I can’t do everything, you know. Oh, and your dog peed in the living room. Again.” I breathed an internal sigh of relief as I went to set the table. Maybe my masturbation was a topic I would be able to avoid.

“Mm, what smells amazing?” An all-too-familiar voice asks, entering the kitchen. I turn my face away, focusing on setting the table. I hold as still as I can when I feel arms slowly twine around my body, encasing me in a death-grip hug.

“Hey there, little sister,” Daniel says happily, laying his head on my shoulder. I close my eyes and wait for him to release me.

“Hey… Daniel.” I say softly, trying to keep my voice from shaking. To my disappointment, he squeezes me even tighter and presses his face close to my ear.

“So…,” I can hear the smirk in his voice as he whispers. “Dad told me about your…’bedroom fun’.” He chuckles and I shiver as his cool breath travels across my neck. I shake him off of me and continue setting the table.

“There’s no need to bring that up during dinner, though, okay? Mom’s sick enough as it is, she doesn’t need to have a heart attack.” I whisper furiously.

“Okay, okay!” He says, holding his hands up in surrender. I nod, refusing to look him in the eye and finish the table. Just as I’m about to walk away, he stops me. “Hey…” he says softly and lifts my chin towards him. I stubbornly look at the table. “What’s wrong?” I smile, still not looking at him.

“It’s nothing, I need to go tell mom she can call dinner,” I say, and remove myself from his grip. I can still remember the sting of his slap, dream or not.

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“Pass the rice, please,” Daniel says to me. I lift the bowl up and hold it out to him. Our fingers brush slightly and I almost drop the bowl in my haste to break the connection. I can feel him burning holes into my eyelids, but I keep my vision on my plate as I push my peas around.

“Vanessa, eat,” my mom says as she nudges my elbow. I smile halfheartedly and shove some peas into my mouth. Chewing slowly, I sit back and fiddle with my napkin.

“I know this isn’t the best issue to bring up at the dinner table, but I feel as though it should be addressed,” my father announces. My heart kicks up a notch. “Vanessa, you’re an adult now and with that comes responsibilities. I shouldn’t be walking into your room to ask you a question and find you…” he clears his throat and my cheeks burn redder than the devil’s dick. “Let’s get something straight. Look at me.” I reluctantly raise my eyes to his. “My house, my rules. If you want to touch yourself, you do that in the privacy of your own home. Do you understand?” I switch from looking him in the eye to staring at the wall just behind his head. I nod my reply. “Good,” he clears his throat once more and continues to eat his meal.

“Um…may I be excused?” I ask, my voice barely audible. My mom shakes her head and I get up, practically running out of the dining room. I race up the stairs to my room and fling myself onto the bed, willing my eyes to stop leaking. How embarrassing.

I hear a soft knock on my door. “Don’t worry dad, I’m not doing anything you wouldn’t wanna see,” I say, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

“It’s…not dad,” Daniel’s voice says from behind me. I shove my face even further into my pillow. He’s the last person I want to see. “Vanessa, I’m worried. Normally you’d take something like this lightly, shake it off, make a few jokes. You shouldn’t be this torn up, and I…” he reaches down and puts his hand on my shoulder, but I scoot away. “Why won’t you look at me?”

My body shudders as I sob. I don’t want to explain. I just want him to go away. I feel Daniel sit on the bed behind me and suddenly his voice is next to my ear.

“Don’t push me away, Ness. I’m here, always. Talk to me,” he says softly, stroking my hair. It’s all too like my dream and I wish I could fall into a hole where he can’t reach me.

“Daniel, I don’t want to talk to you!” I screech, sitting up violently. “Not NOW, not EVER! I want you to leave me alone!” Out of the corner of my eye, I see his face fall. He gets up and walks to the door, looking back for a second before leaving my room. Part of me is relieved that I don’t have to deal with his presence, but I know I really hurt him. The voice in the back of my head tells me to go to him, but I push that thought away as I lean back into my pillow.

Slowly, I feel the tears subside. I shut my eyes tight and imagine nothing. I see a deep black void in my mind, and suddenly, I’m asleep.