Chase by Moonlight

Lyra ran as fast as she could. The trees whipped past her, their branches tore at her clothes and at her hair. She'd been raised around these woods, but never before had she been so scared, and she had totally lost her way. Paths that should have been easy and clear to her seemed to bunch up and wander. She had lost herself twice already, and the sense that someone was hunting her had only grown stronger and stronger. She couldn't see anyone, but she could almost sense them creeping up. Each time she turned, she saw nothing, but she knew someone was there.

Lyra swallowed, trying to master her fear. Her power rose around her in waves of shadow, but they were too weak to really do much. She cursed the fact that she wasn't as powerful as her father or her mother, both of whom could easily have solved the crisis facing her. But she didn't have much time to worry because she could only plunge onward. Desperately hoping to make it to the edge of the forest and to the city.

Suddenly, she heard a sound and threw herself to the left just in time. A ball of light smashed into a tree, and it detonated in an explosion which tore the thing in two. Lyra's face went pale, and she scrambled to her feet. She was looking for some sort of weapon, but all she could see were branches and stones. Her hands closed around a sturdy looking stick, but it wouldn't do her much good if she was hit by one of those spheres.

A woman came forward, the darkness shrouded her like a second skin. Her hair was dark and close cut. She was wearing some kind of old uniform, but it was stained and torn.

"Come on, girl." She breathed. "I know that you're here. I don't want to kill you, but I will if you don't start to behave. We're here for you just as much as dear old mum."

Lyra felt her hands clench around the branch. The other woman was alert and ready, she knew she didn't have much of a chance in a straight up brawl, but she wasn't exactly going to surrender either. She bit her lower lip, wondering what options she had left to her. She could fight or she could run. If she fought, she'd be beaten. If she ran, the other woman would surely catch her. It wasn't good. Her heart was thumping. Surrendering wasn't an option either, but she had to find something to give her an advantage! Maybe if she just kept the other woman talking, she'd be able to come up with something?

"D-do you promise not to hurt me if I surrender?" She did her best impression of abject terror. Not that that was particularly hard at the moment.

The other woman laughed, smirking in a way which made it clear she enjoyed the helplessness that Lyra was feeling.

"I promise that you're not going to get hurt if you just do what you're told," She said. "The first thing you should do is throw that branch away. It's not gonna do you much good, I'm afraid."

Lyra realised she was right. She tossed the branch to the side, her chest pounding. Her mind worked feverishly, but she still hadn't come up with anything! Then, suddenly, she saw something in the distance. She prayed that it was what she thought it was. She just had to keep the other woman talking.

"What do you want now?" She said, still playing up the helpless act. She was hoping that she'd read the other woman right. If she had, this wasn't just about winning. It was about power. Dominance. If she was right, the other woman probably wanted to have some fun before she took her back. Humiliate her. Punish her for running.

If she was right.

She hoped like hell she was.

She was still wearing her nightclothes. The things she'd put on just before she went to bed. A pair of soft leggings and an oversized black top. It was obvious to anyone that she wasn't wearing anything under them.

"Good girl," Said the woman. "The next thing we need to do is make sure you don't have any other nasty surprises. Why don't we start with the top?"

"W-what?" Lyra asked, her surprise only partly feigned. She'd always had fantasies of something like this, but the real thing was very different indeed. "You can't be serious."

"Do I look like I'm joking? Take off your shirt, and then kick off your trousers. Once you're naked, I want you to stand with your hands up against one of the trees. Spread your legs and let me see everything."

Lyra was flushing, she could feel the blood rushing to her face. This woman couldn't be serious! But she could already tell that she was. She swallowed. Her throat felt suddenly dry. It was the first time anyone else had really seen her naked, but she needed to buy time. She could see the shape, closer now. She just had to get a few more minutes.

Her hands felt clumsy and cold as they grasped the top. Her skin tingled when she started to pull at it, drawing it up over her head to expose her breasts and body to the other woman. The cold made her shiver, her nipples were hard. Lyra swallowed again, and bit her lower lip. She wanted to shrink away, and realised that it was exactly what the other woman expected of her. Her breathing was heavy now. Her chest raising and falling. She crossed her arms over her breasts, her nipples poking into her arms. Lyra held the pose for as long as she dared before she allowed her arms to fall to her side, presenting the woman with a view of her chest.

"That's good," said her attacker. "Now the trousers. Kick them off."

Lyra wasn't wearing panties under her leggings. She didn't want the other woman to see her pussy, her _recently shaven _pussy. She cursed herself for deciding to go through with her fantasy today of all days. Surely, waiting a day or two wouldn't have been so hard? But there was no time for self recrimination now. She could see the shape, and she knew that it was almost over. She just had to keep the woman focused on her no matter what. Lyra's hands closed around the waistband of the leggings, working them down slowly, baring herself inch by inch. The other woman's gaze was intense and focused, her eyes were full of enjoyment and a lazy smirk crossed her face. It was obvious that she was looking forward to the moment that Lyra finally had no clothes on at all.

Lyra drew the leggings lower and lower, pressing them tightly to her body as she surrendered her privacy by inches. The waist band dipped as far as it could without actually revealing anything. She could feel the red rush of blood to her face.

"Do it," The woman said. "Take it off. Show me that pussy of yours. After that, we'll have to search you of course. There's no telling what sort of weapon or tool you could be hiding in any of your cavities."

But even when she said it, her time had run out. The shadow that Lyra had been marking finally was close enough to break into a run. It moved with feline grace, low to the ground and darting. There was a single instant of motion as it jumped, its muscular body flowed through the air. The woman must have sensed something for she turned and her eyes opened in surprise.

A tiger landed right on her chest, the weight of the impact knocked her to the ground and it pinned her with predatory instinct. She struggled, but only for a moment as those massive, ivory-white teeth closed around her throat. It ripped at her, the moonlight hiding the moment of the ****. But her body went stiff and a pool of blood started to spread around her.

The tiger regarded her for a lazy moment and then stood up. It padded towards Lyra, and she reached out to embrace it.

"Stripes," She breathed. "You have no idea how happy I am right now that dad never got rid of you."

The tiger that Dusklord had claimed as his prize possession purred in the back of its throat. It was not a particularly intelligent animal, but it had been around humans long enough to know when it was expected to intercede. One of the reasons that Alexi had kept it for so long was that Stripes was a particularly good guard.

The blood of the dead woman still glinted on his teeth, and smeared across his claws as Lyra broke the embrace. She reached for her top and quickly put it back on.

"Come on, we have to go. The outside isn't too far now. We just need to find it."

Together, girl and tiger continued onward.