Tracking Her Down Pt. 05

The day after their last exchange Octavia messaged him back with a screenshot of a reservation screen. Along with a short message that read 'I decided that I needed a break, so in two weeks I'm taking a long weekend at this very remote cabin. I'm sure hope nothing happens to me. PS: I'll be ovulating.' John let out a low whistle, but didn't otherwise respond. He'd hoped she'd decide to play another game or two with him, but this seemed too good to be true, which usually meant that it was. The invitation instantly raised his suspicions, but it also made his dick throb almost painfully in his pants. This was it. The end game, whatever that was. Was she going to try to murder him, or was she just getting desperate to play with him after what had almost certainly been a long and deeply unfufilling series of partners that couldn't give her what she needed?

She was a smart girl, so it was entirely possible the police would be there, he told himself, but for some reason he couldn't make himself care. Instead he pulled up the video from the night he raped Octavia in the parking lot. John needed to rub one out before he could think clearly about this, and he wanted to look at that outraged expression on her face when he came again. After that was done he could track down the details of this place, come up with a plan, and decide if it was worth the risk.

...

The day finally arrived, and Octavia pulled up to the cabin in her prius, practically shaking with anticipation as she looked around for signs of anything unusual. Her rapist hadn't made as big a deal about this as she'd thought he would. He'd just told her 'to have fun and be safe.' That alone made her nervous. She knew that he wouldn't miss the opportunity to do terrible things to her, even if he had to know it was a trap. It was a trap that could catch either one of them though. She knew that. That's why she'd come prepared. This was a cabin that was normally used for hunting - so it was more practical than most of the Instgram friendly places she'd browsed on airbnb. Here the only luxuries were that it had electricity and a flush toilet. This place didn't even have internet - which she supposed was a feature some people prefered, but not her.

She'd arrived a day earlier than the email she sent her tormenter showed to make sure she'd have plenty of time to get ready. It was only after a thorough check of the two room cabin, including under the bed and in every closet, refrigerator, loft, and space that was possibly big enough to hide him, that she finally brought her bags inside. The place had good stout deadbolts - but she had something better: a whole pile of self defense weapons. Once she was inside and the door was locked she made sure to put one in every room. The pepper spray went in the toilet paper holder. The stun gun went under her pillow. The knife went in her book by the easy chair. The kitchenette didn't need a weapon - it already had a butcher block.

This was the first and only time in her life she'd regretted her anti gun stance. She would have given anything to have a pistol with her for this. She'd even looked into it - but the state's cooling off period was too long, and she couldn't live with the guilt of knowing that this monster was out there somewhere preying on other women while she waited for the promper forms - so she decided to go with a bigger stun gun instead. The guy at the store had told her this one was big enough to stop anyone in their tracks, so she hoped that was true. Last time she'd been the one zip tied to the bed but this time he'd be the one tied down and begging for his life if she got her way.

Once all of her weapons were in place and she confirmed that every window and door was locked, she started unpacking the food. As beautiful as the forest that surrounded her was, and as picturesque as the cute little town nearby was, she had no plans of leaving her little sanctuary until it was time to return to the city. She'd brought enough for pasta and sandwiches for several days, and a couple good books to keep her from going stir crazy in the absence of her messaging apps - she'd be fine, but hopefully by the end of the weekend her rapist wouldn't be. She still didn't know what she wanted to do exactly once she'd captured him - she was deeply conflicted about that, but she was sure that when the time came she'd know just what to do.

When Octavia went to bed that night she was in a place that was safe and secure in the knowledge that even if he did get inside she was ready. She'd picked the right building in the right location. She'd made sure that everything was locked and shut tight the day before she was even supposed to be here, and she'd planted enough weapons all over the place to ensure that even if he got in here she wouldn't be defenseless. Even with all that though she had trouble actually falling asleep in the unfamiliar bed. It wasn't uncomfortable or anything, it was just that whenever she thought about all her preparations she thought about exactly what would happen if it didn't work. If either her defenses or her nerves failed and he managed to overpower her... The flashes of what happened next were deeply shameful to her, but she couldn't stop them. The only way she managed to finally get it out of her system was to give in and finger herself to a couple small orgasms so she could relax enough to pass out in the knowledge that tonight at least she was perfectly safe.

...

John watched the lights go out one at a time through his binoculars, and set a timer for ninety minutes before he pulled his jacket a little tighter. His hunch had been completely right, which made it totally worth it to be out here freezing his balls off. Once he'd tracked down the listing on AirBnB he'd seen that the only days it was booked for until the start of deer season was the weekend Octavia showed him, and the day just before that. As soon as he saw that he was sure that she was trying to give herself an extra day to put one over on him. Too bad she didn't think of that when she was trying to be sneaky... or that two weeks of time between the day she sent her message and the day that she was due to arrive gave him all the time in the world to come book a stay of his own for a night and scout the place out.

John had already had a chance to explore every room. He'd already secured a couple ways in and thought about installing a few cameras - but even if Octavia hadn't noticed them, the owner probably would've. Now all he had to do was wait for his little toy to fall asleep, and then he'd sneak in through the back window and get to work. He chuckled to himself as he remembered watching her make sure everything was locked without bothering to try to open the windows. Just because it wouldn't move because he'd shimmed the cassment from the outside didn't mean the lock actually worked. As soon as he pulled that out the window would slide almost as easily as he was going to slide in that arrogant cunt in an hour.

...

Octavia woke up for the fourth time as she heard something creek in the cabin. She'd known that she was on edge, but she had no idea it was going to be this bad. At this pace she was going to be utterly exhausted after the relaxing weekend where she'd told everyone she was going to get away from it all. The last three times she'd gotten up and checked everywhere with a flashlight, but this time she couldn't be bothered. It was an old cabin. It was going to creak, she reminded herself, shutting her eyes again. That was when she heard what distinctly sounded like a shoeless footstep. The sound made her blood freeze, especially when it was followed by a second similar noise. Despite all her efforts someone was in here with her, and there was no doubt in her mind that it was her rapist.

She lay there, willing herself not to move. She knew from her previous experiences with him that she wasn't nearly as strong as the man - the element of surprise was absolutely essential. So, instead of jerking awake like every cell in her body was screaming for her to do, she just lay there, her right hand slowly sliding under her pillow to take a firm grip on her stun gun. Its 10,000 volts gave her all the comfort she needed as she heard him slowly move across the room towards her. Even when he had walked all the way to her bed though, she merely lay there, breathing evenly while she waited to pounce.

It was only when she felt the bed shift slightly under his weight as he started to sit down on the bed that finally unleashed herself like a coiled spring. Instantly she went from lying peacefully to sitting as she viciously shoved the small plastic weapon at him while electricity arced threateningly between the prongs. In the dark she was sure that she'd bury the business end of the device deep into his ribs and leave him convulsing on the floor long enough for her to tie him up or worse. Instead the finishing blow never landed. It briefly glanced off his jacket but apparently that wasn't enough to stun him as he grabbed her wrist and wrenched her arm, twisting it around to try to make her drop it.

Octavia let go of the stungun but used the momentum to keep going, forcing him to let go of her or fall from where he was sitting on the edge of the bed onto the floor with her. He chose to let her go, and she tumbled, but was on her feet again fast enough for her to look almost graceful as she sprinted towards the butcher block in the kitchen and pulled out the longest knife before turning to face her assailant.

"Stay the fuck away from me or you'll finally get what I promised you!" she yelled, holding the blade out defensively as she backed towards the front door.

"Calm down Octavia," her rapist responded calmly. She couldn't see his face in the darkness but from his voice she could tell he was smiling. That motherfucker was enjoying this. "Put the knife away before someone gets hurt. We both know that whoever it is - it's not going to be me." She ignored him though. As long as he was talking and keeping his distance, she had a chance. She kept backing towards the door, and started to play with the lock without looking at it.

"The only choice you're making right now is if I rape you comfortably in this nice warm bed, or if I do it outside in the cold like the bitch you are," her rapist answered calmly, coming a little closer, but staying well out of her reach. The second he finished that statement she swung the door open and darted through it, before sprinting towards the treeline. She'd managed to close the door as she slipped out, and that bought her a few seconds, but she was doubtful that it would be enough. He was out the door as soon as she left the porch, and right behind her before she was halfway to the bulk of the pine forest the cabin was surrounded by. She darted behind one lone tree, planning on using it as a shield to hide behind while she warded him off with the knife, but as soon as she lashed out again with it he responded by grabbing her wrist and jamming the stun gun into her armpit.

While it might not have worked on him, when he used it on her, there were no issues at all. She instantly seized, before falling bonelessly to the ground. The brief burst of electricity was both painful and painless almost at the same time, and Octavia found it almost impossible to move her limbs in the moments afterwards, to try to pull herself to her feet, or even to struggle. Movement was close to impossible while her muscles spasmed and rebeled. She needed to fight back. She needed to put this asshole in his place. Instead she just lay there numbly as he knelt down next to her and regarded her.

"Not so tough now, are you cunt?" he gloated, pocketing her stun gun and picking up her knife. She was only wearing a shirt and panties and he sliced both of them off in seconds without any issues, leaving her totally exposed to the night air.

"I could have been gentle if you'd cooperated. I could have made sure you enjoyed yourself... but look at you now. You can't even talk back." As her rapist tormented her he casually groped her breasts before bringing the knife to her throat. "I don't even need to threaten you or tie you up. How fucking pathetic." He let the cold metal linger long enough to see the fear in her eyes before he tossed it away into the night, then he stood and pulled her up with him. For a moment she thought he was going to carry her back into the house, but instead he just lifted her against the slightly angled pine tree and held her there as he unzipped his pants.

Octavia was able to struggle weakly now, but it wasn't enough to fight back in any meaningful way as he slid his dick in from behind, grinding her sensitive flesh against the rough back of the tree while she whimpered and tried to push against it. "You know how I know you really want this?" he asked her conspiratorially. "Because almost every slut I've raped since has put up more of a fight than you, and some of them wanted it really fucking badly."

He bottomed out inside on her, grinding the head of his dick against her cervix to drive the point home. "You only want to resist just enough so that you can tell yourself you did, and that's okay. I won't mind if you struggle every night from now on." His words resonated in her just enough to make her doubt herself as she felt herself being taken by this man again. She wanted to rage at him and deny everything he was saying, but she couldn't and she hated herself for it. She was already starting to moan from the way the rough pain of the tree bark on her nipples contrasted with the slick pleasure of her violation.

"Look at you - already dripping and moaning. Just admit it. You need this." he growled fucking her harder now. Even without his tone or his words she could feel his hunger from the way his body pressed against hers. He was talking about himself at least as much as he was talking about her, but she couldn't deny the truth of his words, all she could do was protest them.

"Never," she spat, her voice barely above a whisper, but the denial sounded weak - even to her, and he just laughed.

"We'll see how much you mean that after a couple more orgasms," he teased, biting her ear lobe lightly before whispering, "after all, you are a rape slut." The words sent a chill through her body. It wasn't the first time he'd called her that, but every time he did it made her gasp.

"I'm not," she whimpered, a little more strength returning to her voice, but they both knew it was a lie.

"No?" he asked skeptically. "Then you just tell me the last time you came to something besides my dick, my words, or those cute little videos I've been sending to you and I'll stop this right now." She flushed hard in shame at the mention of those videos. There was no way he could know how many times she'd watched those, though he might have some idea of how much she hated herself for it.

"What was that?" he asked for dramatic effect as he kept fucking her. She'd said nothing. There was nothing she could say. She hadn't cum since his first assault without thinking back to at least one of the awful things he'd done to her. She couldn't. Even before he'd crossed her path she'd always have dark fantasies, but now he'd completely hijacked her sexuality. She literally couldn't orgasm unless it was to thoughts of his depravity, no matter who was inside her. Octavia had known that for a long time now, but being forced to admit it - even to herself, was painful.

"Don't do this," she whined, but she wasn't begging him not to rape her. She was begging him not to make her face this part of herself she tried so hard to avoid.

"No? Please don't rape you? Please don't make you cum like the broken whore you are?" her rapist asked, misunderstanding what she was saying. Even though he didn't understand what she was protesting, he still managed to strike the very heart of the matter. She shuddered at those words, deeply uncomfortable with how much they resonated with her. She could feel her fingers and toes now. She could try to fight if that's what she wanted, but she didn't. Instead she let herself be swept away by the thrusting of his cock as he pounded her from behind. "You're mine now. I can do whatever I want to you."

The fucking and the fighting might have primed her body - but it was those words that triggered Octavia's orgasm. You are mine. It was a powerful, primal sentiment that made her weak as her pussy started spasming on her rapist's dick. She was his. There was no denying it. How could she be anything else when she couldn't cum without him? She might hate him on some levels, and be disgusted by him on others, but none of that stopped the pleasure from exploding outwards from her sex until her body was just as tingly as it had been in the moments after he'd used the stun gun on her. Octavia's vision faded briefly from the power of the orgasm and her knees buckled. She would have collapsed to the ground if her rapist hadn't been holding her up by pinning her to the tree in front of her.

Her orgasm didn't stop him though. He continued pistoning in and out of her without ever slowing down, but she could feel that he was getting close. His strokes had gotten shorter, his breath had gotten quicker, and his balls had tightened up enough that she could no longer feel them slapping against her. Her rapist was about to cum in her for the fourth time and there was nothing she could do to stop him, but she couldn't quite make herself care this time. She was his now. If he wanted to blow his load inside her then who was she to stop him. Later she might hate herself for this moment of weakness. Later she would castigate herself for surrendering to her rapist, but the truth was she didn't surrender. She'd been conquered. She'd been conquered over and over again, and now she was defeated.

"Here it comes cunt," he groaned, grabbing her hips and forcing himself as deep inside her as he could go. "This time nothing is going to stop you from having my rape baby." The combination of his words and the feeling of his cum spraying against her womb made Octavia gasp as a second, weaker orgasm raced through her. His. His baby. Something she never wanted, but now she almost needed. Octavia had thought about adopting one day, but would never choose to have a child of her own. It wasn't her choice now though, and tears came to her eyes as she thought through all the implications.

They both stood there, panting and entangled for more than a minute. It was long enough for his cum to start leaking out of her pussy and for her to start shivering in the cold.

"What happens now?" Octavia asked, almost afraid of the answer.

"Now we go back to the cabin, and after I get you warmed up I'll tie your arms to the rafter and flog you until you beg to be owned," he answered simply as he pulled away from her. Without his cock inside of her the rest of his sperm stained her pale thighs and she felt suddenly empty. She turned to him, burying her head in his chest, unsure of what she should do now. Should she try to lull him into a false sense of security and run? Should she wait until he was asleep and murder him with one of the weapons she'd hidden through the house? Even though it felt so easy she knew she shouldn't just give in and go with him meekly.

In the end he didn't give her a choice though. Her rapist just picked her up like she was nothing and started carrying her back towards the front door of the cabin. For the next few days no one was going to look for her, and the man she feared most was going to have complete power over her. She shuddered. She had no idea how she was going to get through this, or who she would be once it was all over.