Fear

The man didn't even need to **** her. With one hand still rubbing against her own clit, Stiletto parted her lips and took the man into her mouth. He moaned, and Stiletto gleefully gave him what he wanted. Every sound he let out made her skin tingle, and the whole time she imagined him impaling her on his cock, slapping her wristbands together so she could struggle for him. Her tongue ran along his length, and within moments she was bobbing up and down in earnest. She dropped something--she didn't know what--and used her other hand to stroke what she couldn't envelop in her mouth. She found just the right spot with the fingers she was using on her own body, and moaned on his cock. She sped up, closing her eyes and running her closed hand from balls to lips. She could feel him thrusting, ever so slightly, to the beat of her hand, trying to get just a little bit deeper every time. He reached down and pull the clasp on her top, and somewhere in the distance she heard the cheers as it fell to the floor. Her breasts brushed against his legs, and every few bobs her hard and sensitive nipples made contact. She shuddered. She wanted him to pick her up and fuck her over a bench, groping her boobs for support and use them as handles to slam her down onto his cock. Fuck. He grabbed her wrists and slowly pulled them together. He was going to trap her. He was going to have her. She felt his dick twitch, and relaxed her throat. She readied herself for his cum.

"Sssssssssssssssssssssssss"

Stiletto raised her hand and shoved his pelvis, completely taking him off balance and sending him spiralling into the ground. A stream of cum ran through the air and traced a path in the grass, but left the huntress completely dry. She heard it again.

"Ssssssssssssssssssssssss"

"Oh my god," she screamed, fear consuming her. It was a snake. There was a fucking snake here; she could hear it. She looked around, seeing only surprised faces and half a crowd stroking themselves as they watched. Where was it?

"Ssssssssssssssssssssssss"

She didn't think; she ran. On all fours she scampered along the grass until she could launch up onto her feet and barrel through the crowd. A couple of them tried to stop her, grabbing at her hips and breasts like a bunch of kids fighting over there favourite toy. Every touch made her want to scream and become putty under their grip, but then she heard the noise again; she heard the snake.

"Ssssssssssssssssssssssss"

She kept running, and didn't look back. A few people raced behind her but no one could match the speed of a trained CIA field agent, and especially not one fuelled by adrenaline and whose mind was stolen by fear.

Morwen clicked the play button again, streaming the sound bite into the active call. She watched her friend bolt out of the park, boobs bouncing like jelly and slapping against her skin. She cringed, reflexively gripping her own pair and trying not to imagine the pain. At least she had got her friend out of there. It was sheer luck that the right memory came at the right time. Two years into being an agent she remembered that Stiletto had been thrown into a pit of snakes, fully nude, by some moustache twirling villain. She got out, but not without developing a debilitating fear of anything that moved without legs. Morwen sighed with relief, but her heart was still racing. Her friend had yet to orgasm, so the Punisher **** was still in effect. As long as she kept her scared she could keep her running, but save for a good fucking nothing was going to give Stiletto her mind back.