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Frantically, knowing that Jack can't be far behind you, you scamper behind some bales of hay, burrowing into some crevices, praying that he won't find you.

Part of you, you're shocked to realize, is immensely excited, your pussy heating with the the sensation of being chased, with the risk of being ****. Desperately, you tamp your secret feeling down, willing your breathing to slow, your heart rate to normalize, hoping against hope that you can escape from Jack.

"Lisa," his mocking voice calls. "Lisa, come out and play! Come out, come out wherever you are," his sing song voice is muffled by the hay and you bite your fingers to stop yourself from squeaking in terror.

"I'm going to find you bitch. I'm going to find you and fuck you. I'm going to use every part of your body to make me feel good. The longer you make me wait, the worse it will be for you. But maybe you want it worse. Maybe you want to be punished. Maybe you want to learn a lesson from Jack." You hear him chuckle as he moves about in the barn.

"Tell you what slut. Come out now and I'll just fuck you once. Make me work for it, and I'll make you work for it, know what I mean? You got lots of holes, bitch. I'll use everyone of them and make your scream while I'm doing it if you don't come out and give up the pussy. What do you say, bitch. You got thirty seconds to make up your mind."