At The House, Waiting For Ms. Reacher.

You've changed into apparel more appropriate for trekking through the woods, hiking boots, jeans, and a flannel shirt. The jeans do indeed reveal a bulge but you're parents aren't home at the moment and it'll be just you and Ms. Reacher in the woods. You hope. Ms. Reacher arrives not longer after you finish getting ready. She's also wearing boots and jeans but paired with a tight fitting workout shirt, her hair still in its customary braid.

"You ready?" she asks you.

You shrug and reply, "As I'll ever be."

The two of you bring a few supplies just in case. Despite the current brightness of the day you bring flashlights in case you spend a long time out there. Each of you also has a protein bar in your pockets for energy and a bottle of water. Ms. Reacher also confesses to having brought a taser and hands you a can of mace after you promise to be careful with it. You both also bring your cell phones to call for help should you need it. You lead her to the entrance to the path you would have used last night. You feel very uneasy about going back, despite the fact that you've used it at night numerous times. Ms. Reacher pats your shoulder and gives you a smile. You steel yourself and start leading her down the trail.

The woods behind your house are quite vast. Even the hiking trails, which take up only a fraction of the woods themselves, go on for miles and connect various parts of town. There are paths for hikers, motocross, and more casual paths one can walk without needing boots or a walking stick. It was this style of path you took, or at least planned to take, last night. It takes you into a deep part of the woods before making a sharp turn and heading back towards town and your destination last night. As you walk in silence you both scan the trees for anything out of the ordinary, including and especially the guy from the locker room. When you find him it isn't at all like you expected. He doesn't jump out of a shrub or suddenly appear around a bend. As you approach the halfway point of this trail you think you see a large rock in the distance. But as you get closer you begin to make out details, his pale skin standing out first. He sits on top of a big rock and smiles as you approach.

"Back where we started," he rasps as he slowly gets off his perch. "And you've even brought a catalyst! The same as before, I see. Good. I liked her."

Ms. Reacher pulls out her taser with practiced swiftness and you copy her, albeit more clumsily, with your can of mace. Her other hand is already holding her phone and dialing 911.

"Don't move, asshole!" she calls out to him.

He stops and holds up his hands, his face in faux-terror. Ms. Reacher looks down at her phone in confusion and frustration. You glance over and see it failing to connect. So you take out your own phone and call the police yourself, always keeping one eye on the dark eyed stranger. No signal. That's just not possible. You aren't sure where exactly but somewhere in these woods is a cell tower. You've walked these trails dozens of times and never had any fewer than five bars of connectivity.

"Having trouble, ladies?" he asks, hands still raised as he takes two steps closer.

You notice that he's standing in the middle of something. The clearing is basically a large flat area of dirt shaped vaguely like a circle with four trails intersecting it. Normally the ground would be a random collection of footprints from all the people who used it for the past few days. But the footprints have all been smoothed away and replaced with something new. The strange man stands in the center of a circle carved maybe six inches into the dirt. Within the circle are more carvings, seemingly random geometrical designs that collide and disperse in a pattern you cannot deduce, assuming there is any reason to it. You catch movement in your peripheral and look up from the symbol only to find that the man is no longer longer standing there. You hear a fast clicking noise and spin to see Ms. Reacher stabbing her taser into the man's chest. You don't see the electricity passing from the device into him but his muscles tighten like he's trying to lift three times his own weight, the veins in his neck pulsing like they might burst. And yet he slowly reaches out and grabs Ms. Reacher's wrist. She howls and drops the taser. You spring into action and practically **** the mace can into his face before spraying a gratuitous amount right into his eyes. His dark eyes swivel around to look at you, twitching but not even blinking under the onslaught. The back of his hand whips around at breakneck speed and you swear you hear your jaw breaking as your head wrenches around. You lose consciousness before hitting the dirt.

It's dark by the time you wake up. There's just enough light to see by so you figure the sun will be fully setting soon. You slowly sit up and take note of a few things. For starters, you aren't nearly as hurt as you thought you were. You probably slammed your head into the ground when you fell but you don't have so much as a headache. But that doesn't really help given your current predicament. You're naked in the middle of the dirt circle. Why do you keep waking up naked?! Ms. Reacher is a few feet away from you and she's also fully nude except for ropes which crisscross her entire body almost like an extremely revealing bodysuit. The ropes wrap around and underneath her breasts, pressing them up and together. Her arms appear to be bound behind her and her legs are being **** up and apart by a fulcrum somewhere on her back. Her eyes flutter as she makes confused noises into a cloth gag tied around her face.

"And so it ends."

You jump at the sudden voice behind you. It's him, standing over you and look triumphant. You try to cover yourself but then stop. Something in his eyes tells you that watching you be embarrassed and struggle for a scrap of decency for him to tear away from you just excite him.

"What the hell do you want from me?!" you ask, tired in your frustration. You just want answers, you just to go home and forget this ever happened.

He crouches down so you're faces are an inch apart. He smells like roses but something else as well, a sickly sweet decay that fails to hide beneath the more pleasant scent. He snarls and almost looks like he's going to bite into your neck.

"I want what is mine," he rumbles. "And I want you to suffer for your insolence."

You stare him down, fighting to keep tears from your eyes and quivering fear from your voice.

"I don't even remember you."

"It doesn't matter. Soon, all will be right. You and the other whore will be mine, as it should be. And this time, no one will be here to save you."

He grabs you by the hair and half-throws you towards Ms. Reacher who begins to blink as she wakes up. You look over her form and...holy shit. How did you not see how gourgious she was before? You may have seen that she was hot, sexy even, but this level of appeal should have been impossible to miss. And she's so...****. So ready to be taken. You hear strange chanting in a language you don't understand behind you but you quickly tune it out. You don't want to be distracted from what comes next. You approach her on hands and knees like a lioness about to devour fresh prey. She's awake now and looking around frantically. Her eyes meet yours and widen. She knows what's about to happen. She knows she can't stop it. You grin.

She tries to move away but her bonds are too tight, too restrictive. You almost wish it were more challenging to capture her. But any disappointment you feel is washed away with delight when you spear her on your shaft. This feels so right! You feel so powerful! You thrust into her and even through the gag you can hear her cries of ecstacy. Her eyes try to tell you she doesn't want this but even they can't fully hide her pleasure. Especially not when they roll up into her head in orgasm. But this is about your pleasure, not hers. You keep going at the same place, heedless of her gasping breaths, her pleading eyes. You feel her moisture slapping against your skin every time you connect with her, feel her insides trying to hold you in place as you exit for the next penetration, feel her quake and spasm beneath you as she cums again, unable to resist your power. You only now start to feel your own pleasure begin to crest and debate whether you should hold off for greater pleasure later.

A searing pain enters the back of you neck like something pressed a hot iron against it. Even still, you don't slow in your conquest. No, why should you wait? You've waited so long already. Your want is too great. You lean down close enough to whisper to her.

"I'm going to claim you now," you whisper in a voice not quite familiar to you. "I will fill you with my seed and..."

She thrusts her forehead right into you nose. Your head feels back as new pain explodes in your face and hot blood flows freely down it and into your mouth. You finally pause and look down at Ms. Reacher panting into her gag. What the actual fuck just happened? What were you doing? What was that feeling just now? The burning was incredibly disturbing but it's gone now. The feeling of power, however, has not receded at all. You have to fight through a cloud of elation to get your thoughts clear. You feel like you could lift a tree right out of the earth. Are you on some sort of ****? You look around you and realize that the night air is charged with... something. You aren't really sure why but you swear you feel some kind of tension around you, like the whole clearing is holding it's breathing, waiting for something. The wind howls around you, branches shaking like leaves. But you seem to be in the eye of the storm as the air around you is perfectly still.

"Why do you stop?!" barks a dark and distorted voice behind you. The burning returns and the pain threatens to push you back into unconsciousness. "You must claim her! Only then will I be restored!"

That's it. That's what this has all been about. For whatever reason he needs you to climax inside of Ms. Reacher to get... something. It doesn't really make sense but the dots are too obvious not to connect. Blood still dripping from your probably broken nose you wink at Ms. Reacher before continuing to thrust into her. She looks confused for a moment but the sensations prove too strong and her face contorts back into an expression of helpless pleasure soon enough. After a minute you start to really pound into her, grunting and putting all of your weight into each thrust. You hear the wetness of your gym teacher's pussy as you slide into her at top speeds. Then, with a final thrust, you moan incoherently into the sky, body thrashing against your partner's. You gasp a few more times until you sense more than hear a presence behind you.

"Did it work?" he asks, both fearful and hopeful. "Is it done?"

You turn as quickly as you can, hips working in tandem with your upper body, and slam your fist up into his crotch like you're trying to cut him in half. All the power you've felt flowing through you now tingles inside your arm as you focus entirely on putting as much of a hurting into him as possible. His feet leave the ground as he falls backward towards the edge of the circle. He lands with a loud thud that kicks ups dirt. His hands fly to his crotch and he gurgles strained, muted cries of pain while he rocks from side to side.

Then, oddly enough, the weirdest part of the night happens. A small dark shape barrels out from under a bush like a tiny missile and leaps onto the man's heaving chest. It takes a moment for you to recognize that it's a small black cat. In fact, you're certain that it's Nala, the cat from your neighborhood, despite the darkness and the fact that literally hundreds of thousands of black cats must live in this country. The man weakly cranes his head to look up at the tiny intruder who hisses into his face. Then, in the blink of an eye, Nala is gone, replaced by a tall and slender woman with skin as dark as Nala's fur and long brown hair as soft as a cat's.

"THIS is the end!" she cries out as she reaches one hand up towards the sky, the other planted on the man's cheat.

He roars like an animal, more lion than human, as he is bathed in bright white light. A column of light surrounds the two of them, the woman perfectly still despite the man's wild thrashing. Slowly, his skin itself turns to light in fragments, each one floating up into the night sky until he is simply gone. The woman slumps over and the light vanishes as she pants to catch her breath. You continue to stare for a long while before remembering it isn't just the two of you out here. You spin back around and untie Ms. Reacher who is similarly captivated by the new stranger. As you free Ms. Reacher from her bindings the woman, or cat or whatever, let's out a long sigh and turns to you both, smiling.

"You have my thanks once again," she says to you. "He won't be bothering anyone any longer."

There's a pregnant pause that you shatter with a scream.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!?!"

Both the woman and Ms. Reacher jump in shock at your outburst.

"I woke up naked and with a dick this morning, having no clue what happened last night, I'm more horny than I've ever been in my life, I get attacked by some kind of super villain, and now my freaking cat is beaming people into space?! If I don't get answers soon I am going to lose my shit!"

The woman approaches and places a hand on your shoulder.

"Calm down, Rebecca. I will explain."