Small wimp and his friend fight to escape the tall amazon[Fiction][femdom][35Fx26mx31m][wrestling][fighting][humiliation][stalking][NC]

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In my brain, lust overpowered my fear and pain. Thunder played its vast choir outside as the amazon covered my mouth with her hand. After taking me against my will, she stared down at me as her physical presence stole my air. Her weight threatened to crush my ribcage.

My best friend’s yell sounded again, sounding like it was underwater. Coco, otherwise known as Savannah, withdrew her hand from me with a heavy sigh. Then the pounding footsteps came, racing across the floor toward us. The bright blue-white beam jagged up and down as his figure sprinted closer. 

The amazon began turning her head to the side right as Michael’s foot smashed into her face. She rolled off me and rose up to full height. Then Michael was on her. I scrambled out from under her as she threw him off with a grunt. The flashlight rolled away once he hit the floor but he lunged at her again, climbing her like a tree. I pulled my underwear and pants up my legs. Coco yelled profanities so loud the sound traveled through me. Michael shouted back, holding onto her. My best friend pounded the amazon’s face and head like a Cherokee drum.

My arousal dissipated, replaced by terror. I yelled at them to stop but the sound became lost in the thunder and yells of the two. I got to my feet as they struggled, intending to break it up.

Coco clasped her arms around Mike. She swung him from side to side in a devastating bearhug. Lightning crackled. Rage-lust contorted her face. Throwing Mike back down, she raised her foot to step on him but he rolled to the side. She fixed him with a smoldering glare as he leaped to his feet.

I’d always thought I’d be strong enough to back Mike in a fight like this, but tonight I remained frozen as Coco leaped at him to crush him. He dodged her blows while she backed him toward a wall. He threw things at her but she shrugged them off.

The room seemed to crystallize like something out of a frozen diorama. Things slowed down for me. With a booming yell Coco threw herself at Michael, plunging him through a thin wall and ending up on top of him amid the debris. That snapped me out of my stupor. In a flash of lightning I picked up a small book and threw it at her. As soon it hit her shoulder she reared away from Michael so he rolled away and got up. 

I dashed toward him, feeling Coco’s intense gaze on me. Michael grabbed my hand and tugged me along. We ran together. Thuds echoed behind us as Coco took off in pursuit. 

“I need my flashlight!” I yelled, barely able to see anything in front of me.

“Forget it!” he yelled as we ran toward a broken window. “Go, go!”

Our escape was far away, so Mike turned around and threw down an empty shelf to stop our pursuer. As we sprinted on, the crash reached my ears as the amazon smashed the shelf aside.

“Miguel!” she shouted from far behind us. “Stop running!”

She wouldn’t have me again. No way. The window drew closer. Mike and I grabbed each other’s hands and leaped out of the window into the stormy night. Sheets of rain hit our backs as we slipped on the mud, scrambled on all fours, and sprinted away from the store. It was the world’s most desperate dash.

I risked a glance back, expecting to see her gaining on us. But she just stood there, looking out at us from the window, her face too far away to read. She made no move out the window. I could only be thankful.

I slowed down, but Mike slapped my shoulder. “Let’s go!” We ran on into the night. Lightning crackled around us, illuminating the brown muddy ground in front of us. 

The rest of that terrifying night happened in stages. The first stage consisted of us running, pausing to catch our breaths, and running again. My brain didn’t work. Only my legs did, churning the mud beneath us. Mike had almost gotten killed on my behalf. His warnings echoed in my memory louder than the thunder. Had I listened, we wouldn’t be in this situation. 

The second stage consisted of us pathfinding. Although we almost lost our way several times because of the thunderstorm, we made it back to the RV. As soon as we got in, my panicked apologies tumbled forth. 

“I’m so sorry!” I yelled. “Mike, I’m sorry, alright? I didn’t mean for anything like this to happen! Look… She…”

Mike didn’t stop moving for even a second. He opened his backpack and started throwing everything he could in. Clothes, cans, his bottle, his compass, and other things. He opened my bag and started packing stuff into it as well. My heart beat a million times a minute. 

“This day was coming,” he said with all the firmness of a soldier at war. “She’s after us, so we leave tonight!”

“You mean we leave right now?” I asked, shivering and soaked. “In that storm?”

“Storm gives us a head start,” he declared, tossing things and grabbing supplies. “It’ll slow the amazon down, give us a chance to get clear of here.”

“Where do we go?” I yelled. Thunder crashed.

“East,” he said. 

“But-”

“It’ll be dangerous, I know!” he said. “But it’s better than staying here. We cannot stay here.”

He hefted my backpack at me, then put on his own. “I need you with me, kid.”

I took a deep breath. “I’m with you,” I said. 

In this hellish place, he had become my brother in mud.

He threw open the door of the RV and we dove into the night rain. We headed down the road and on the dirt trail, not looking back once at the RV. It stayed standing, but it was finished as a viable shelter. Heading down the road, I put my backpack over my head to alleviate the pounding rain. Fortunately, the lightning and thunder ebbed. 

The dirt trail was a black hole as we turned and headed into it. Branches slapped at us and I almost slipped several times. The skies rumbled. “How far is it to the river?” I asked. Michael didn’t have his map out. It would’ve been difficult to read in the haze of the downpour.

“Less than a mile!”

I felt stupid. Coco had dragged me to the river some time ago. I should’ve known it was pretty close. 

Once we got to the river, we had no choice but to hunker down on the shore and wait for the storm to pass. We perched on large boulders, watching our surroundings the entire time.

As Mike said, the storm should’ve slowed Coco down. I hadn’t seen her leave the building, but I wondered if she remained there even now. Perhaps she had plucked up the confidence to leave the store and continue the chase. Maybe she had gotten to the RV and found that we’d left. Would she figure out exactly where we had gone? The rain had to have washed away our footprints by now.

In the dark I looked back in the direction we came from, holding my soaked backpack close. Thunder rumbled. I squinted against the droplets that filled the rims of my sunken eyes. No tall amazon appeared at the ridge we descended from. A helpless feeling creeped in. If she caught up now, we’d be cornered at the river. There would be little we could do to control the situation. 

“Any sign of her?” I asked.

“Nope,” he said.

The rain came down in sheets, shrouding much of the forest and grassland around us. It didn’t stop until sometime later. When it stopped, it halted like a faucet turning off.

The Puppeteers had granted us mercy. Or maybe they had seen Coco catching up and wanted to give us a small chance to flee. All that left us with was the constant torrent of flowing river water several yards away. 

After waiting a while longer to make sure the river didn’t swell too much, we found the shallowest part and crossed it. I was shivering and soaked but glad to have made it out of Coco’s land. Now all we had to do was find shelter.

Soon enough we left the rushing river behind. We used our one flashlight to trek into the morning. Running on little sleep, my legs were killing me. But as Michael relaxed, I started to relax. In my mind’s eye, Mike was my guide through this jungle. Just as he had led his brother through tough situations, he’d lead me through this.

Birds chirped on the wind. The breeze brought fresh smells, reminding me it was a new day. Finding the ruins of a street, we scouted the perimeter of a house before entering the house and checking it to make sure it was safe. 

The doors didn’t have locks so we used the furniture barricades. We decided it would be our new abode and got to work unpacking our stuff. Once again, I felt the need to apologize profusely.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “She never would have… if I didn’t…”

Mike put a hand up. “Don’t worry, kid. We made it outta there. That’s all that matters to me.”

He always had a way of making me feel better. “You were right,” I said. “That alliance was always bunk. It wouldn’t have worked, right?”

“Not long term,” Michael said. “But I can’t blame you for wanting the protection of an amazon.”

“Yeah.”

“But amazons, they’re always gonna do what they do,” he went on, laying out the wet clothes from his bag. “Wreck anyone in their path.”

I nodded and continued unpacking my stuff. Whatever I had thought about Coco regarding her lashing out at us had probably been off the mark.

She was a predator, plain and simple. Whatever soft side I thought she’d hidden from me was gone. On some deep level, maybe I thought I could’ve fixed her. Saved her, even. 

That day, we patrolled the territory to get a lay of the land. The street had a few houses but no stores. Treasure chests were plentiful. There were more men in this street than I expected.

Through a window we saw a group of them hanging out inside what used to be a single family home. It had to have been at least four of them. Still, Michael always suggested we stay away. If they were hostile, we wouldn’t stand a chance if they decided to attack. 

That night, we prepared to sleep in shifts like we had before. This house had an actual bed. Michael kept watch first shift. Tonight, he stepped outside to walk the perimeter.

While he was outside, I reached under the bed and pulled out the flare gun I had kept there earlier. Originally used to signal Coco to any danger we were in, perhaps I could use it now to signal Michael. But it reminded me of Coco. 

I couldn’t help but pull my dick out and masturbate to thoughts of the amazon. Our first kiss while I sat on her lap came to mind. I switched my thoughts to Inna, trying to stay disciplined. Reaching back into my well of memories I tried to fish out my first kiss with her. 

My first kiss… with Inna… it had to have happened ten or so months ago. Right?

But I couldn’t remember that day. Instead, it was easier to recall everything about the amazon. I thought about her in that river, completely naked. I thought about her in those sexy shorts and even her t-shirt. I imagined how attractive her smooth face and short dark hair looked, whether she was in the middle of beating me up or being nice to me.

Once thoughts of her rolled in, I had no problem orgasming.

It was wrong. Coco had forced me into humiliating acts, yet that was precisely what kept me remembering her. 

I had gotten away from the deadly woman. Ever since we fled the store, I needed nothing more than to flee her orbit. She was too dangerous to be around, so I should’ve been glad to get out of her clutches. My chances of survival had risen.

But I felt empty inside. I didn’t have anything to look forward to except the end of The Game itself. And the end seemed so far away. I needed to tell Michael how I was feeling or I’d never find peace again. 

When morning came, I told him about my conundrum. He sat next to me on a bench and listened, touching my shoulder at several points. When I finished, he drew back and said his piece.

“Kid, what’s so appealing about her over Inna?” he asked. 

“I told you…” I said. “Her looks. Her tallness… Her sexy voice, her… strength.”

He nodded to himself, the gears turning in his brain. “Try to remember everything Inna has done for you. For us.”

“I know,” I said. “But Mike, I’ve tried. I don’t even remember my first kiss with her.”

“So what?” he said. “I don’t remember the first kisses I had with my girlfriends.”

“But you’re not with them anymore,” I said. “It’s not the same.”

“She’s got you fucked up,” he said, standing up. “The amazon, I mean. She kissed you once. So what? That doesn’t mean you belong to her.”

I looked down at my feet in shame. “I… didn’t tell you everything about our encounters.”

“What do you mean?”

“I didn’t tell you everything she did to me.”

He sat down next to me again. “What did she do?”

“She told me her real name,” I said. “It’s Savannah.”

“Savannah?” he asked. “Huh. That’s all she did? Tell you her name?”

“She found our RV,” I said, tears beginning to well up. I had to tell him. “It was while you were gone on a supply run. She found me and knocked on the door and I answered it.”

“What…” he said, almost speechless for once. “What?”

I went on. “I answered it and she… took me to the river. She forced me to the river. And then, she pulled my clothes off…”

“She got you naked?” he asked, shock palpable on his face as he leaned in.

“Yeah,” I said. “She got me naked. She did, and then she pulled me into the river. Wanted to bathe me.”

“What the fuck?” he whispered.

“She didn’t just bathe me…” I said, fearing what he’d say after I told him the worst of it. “She carried me back to the RV. I tried to run but she caught me and jerked me off... And I came quickly…”

“And you never told me?” he snapped.

“I didn’t know how to even break it to you,” I said. It all poured out of me then. “And you were right before. I did use the dressings to patch up an injury she had… Later on, she found me at a supply drop, got ahold of me, and threw me around. That bruise you saw? It was from her.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” 

“Because I knew what you would do,” I said, turning to face him. His freaking out right now was exactly why I didn’t want to tell him. “You’d get scared… You’d fear for me. You’d pull us out of her territory!”

“Damn right I would’ve,” he said. “If I’d done it, she wouldn’t have got you in that store and raped you.”

“She didn’t rape me,” I said, feeling queasy at where this was going. 

“But she tried to, didn’t she?” he asked.

“But she didn’t do it,” I said, my voice a little stronger and more indignant.

“She had your pants down, kid,” he said. “She had you pinned down. She tried to rape you. I’m sorry if it’s harsh, but you can’t be in fantasyland about this. Our lives are at stake.”

“I’m not…”

“She’s not your soulmate,” he said. “She’s not misunderstood. She is a threat. Jesus Christ, if only I’d known this shit, kid. You should’ve told me.”

I nodded in shame. “I know that, Mike. I know that now.”

He turned away and stood still for a long second. He wasn’t mad, just far away. Once he looked back at me, he sighed as if letting something heavy go.

“It’s over,” he said. “We don’t ever have to worry about her again. Come on, let’s do a supply run.”

“Can I ask you something?” I asked, wondering if this was even a fair thing to ask of him. 

“Sure, kiddo.”

“I want… I need you to lay off,” I said, though I wanted to say so much more, like climb out of my ass, Mike. “Just… I want to do supply runs sometimes on my own, without you worrying over me every second.”

Michael stared for a few seconds as if contemplating whether my idea was bold or dumb. “Alright,” he said.

“Seriously?” I asked, bewildered that he’d just agree like that. 

“I trust you,” he said, unwavering. “We can breathe a little. I don’t need to be on your ass.”

Of course Michael didn’t have any answers to help me resolve my feelings for Coco, but the conversation had been fruitful. I didn’t press him further.

As we walked down the street to the nearest supply chest, I tried to focus on the fact that we had stayed alive up to this point. But the truth was, without Coco potentially being around any corner, I felt less alive. I instead went through empty motions. 

Survival was all I lived for. It was all we lived for.

We raided chests and put food supplies in our sacks. But Michael and I soon found that the trouble we thought we’d left behind hadn’t been so far behind us after all. Any sense of safety we’d attained had only been a facade. 

The disturbing truth came in the form of a panicked man running into us at a supply chest outside an abandoned house. Shirtless, he nearly bolted headlong into Michael and I. 

Mike held him by the shoulders. “What is it? What do you want?” he yelled. 

The man whipped his head back and forth, his eyes big. His whole body jittered. “Hey!” Mike said, slapping him. 

He stopped struggling and faced us, his nose bloody and a bruise on his neck. “Miguel,” he stammered. “Do you know a Miguel?”

I opened my mouth to confirm I was Miguel but Michael cut me off. “Who’s asking?” 

He shook the stranger’s shoulders, prompting him to answer. “Some amazon,” he said. “Some amazon who attacked me in the woods!”

“An amazon?” I asked, my heartbeat increasing. 

“Why was she asking for Miguel?” Michael asked.

“I don’t know!” the stranger said. “But she only let me go because I promised to bring her to him.”

“What did she look like?” Michael asked.

“W… What?”

“Was she taller than you?” I asked, getting close as Michael held him steady. “Around six feet tall?”

The stranger nodded.

“Curvy?” I asked. “Did she have short black hair?”

The stranger nodded. “Yeah, all that. Short black hair.”

“Did she have finger tattoos?” I asked. I sweated, probably from the constant humidity.

The stranger nodded with vigor. “Yeah, she had them. They looked like letters.”

My heart froze. Mike and I looked at each other, our eyes wide. My best friend turned back to the stranger and leaned close to him.

“This next question is very important, got it?” he asked. “Did she attack you anywhere near a river?”

“Yeah,” the stranger said, calming down. “She did. The Sand River. About a mile from it.”

I hadn’t known that river had a name. “Okay,” Mike said. “Which side?”

“The right side,” he said. “Er, I mean the east side. A mile east of it!”

I gasped. Coco had crossed the river. She’d left her territory just to pursue me. The surrounding buildings seemed to tighten around us. The air in my lungs thinned and I gasped. “How far did you run to get here?” Mike asked. 

“I dunno, man!” he said. 

“It doesn’t matter,” Mike said. “Come with us.”

“Why?”

“Because we’re being hunted,” Mike said. “And I’m not letting you bring Miguel’s location back to her.”

“Alright, fine,” the stranger said. “So, which one of you is Miguel?”

I raised my hand. “I am…”

“Who is she? Why is she after you?”

“Trust me,” Michael said. “You don’t wanna know.”

Michael and I halted the supply run and made our way home. We had no idea how close Coco was, but we needed to get out of that house and off of this street entirely. 

To be continued...