Tall amazons chase small wimp [femdom][older woman][chase][killing]

Here is the previous part: https://www.reddit.com/r/literotica/comments/1trjj7h/tall_amazon_forces_small_wimp_to_jerk_off/

Last time, Savannah continued her pursuit of Miguel.

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Black City

"Did I ever tell you about the time Michael stole our professor's car?" I asked over the phone.

"Honey, you've told me that story about a thousand times," my friend Mia said on the other end.

I paused. In that pause, my mind began wondering again. Wondering if Miguel's decision to enter The Game had been worth it. If Michael's decision had been worth it. Amazon Island. A faraway, yet loathsome place. But now, it had become the place that could set us up for life.

Thirty million dollars. All they had to do was outlive everyone else.

I let out a sigh. Holding the bridge of my nose, I closed my eyes. Keep talking. You'll cry again if you stay silent.

"Are you still there?" I asked, tightening my grip on the phone.

"I sure am, Inna," Mia said. "I am."

"Well, I'll tell you the story again. Or otherwise I'll lose my mind."

"Before you do," Mia said. "I gotta know if you saw the riot yesterday."

I frowned. "No," I said, shaking my head. "It was just a protest, I-"

"Oh no. Nuh uh," Mia said. "It got real ugly. You didn't hear about it? Policemen had to tear gas the crowd!"

I sat down, shocked. "Had to," I said, scoffing. "People must be getting sick of it. The way things have been."

"Tell me about it," Mia said. "Lord knows changes are coming."

"What changes?"

"Rebel groups forming," Mia said. "Talk of killing the president. War."

"There's always talk of war," I said.

"Not like this," Mia said. "I'm telling you, I've heard the other cities are putting pressure on that island survival contest thing. Wanting to put the whole thing to an end. Your boyfriend might be in for a surprise soon."

"What do you mean?" I asked. "Is the island going to be captured or something?"

"No idea," Mia said. "But I don't think the people on that island will end their contest the way they think."

I had no words. My mouth gaped in surprise. What did this mean for Miguel and Michael?

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The Island

By the time Coco left, the floorboards near me were stained with cum. I hadn’t produced nearly as much during the most recent occasions in which I thought about Inna. The amazon knew exactly what to say and what to do to make me lose my composure.

I chuckled at how pathetic I could be. I had prepared to take control of the situation for once, but once that woman showed up with muscles, a smile, and a few clever words, my resolve was as good as gone. Worse yet, there was no telling for sure if Michael was still in danger.

I waited in the cabin for a while, just in case the amazons were out there waiting for me to come out. My plan had been useless. Instead of getting Coco off our backs, I had likely encouraged her. She probably thought I liked her even more than before. If Michael had been here, he would’ve known what to do. We would’ve said what we needed to say together. But of course, like an idiot I had made sure he wasn’t with me during this confrontation.

In the evening, I took my chances and exited the log cabin. I looked around and found no signs of amazon activity. I got moving, heading north where the other two had gone. As I trudged through the woods I thought about one way in which my plan turned out to be useful. I had found out that Coco teamed up with Heather. That was vital information. I wondered how their first encounter had gone. Perhaps they had fought at first, then decided to put their differences aside. It was bad news for us, but knowing it was half the battle.

Emerging from the woods, I looked down onto another lone street. I descended the hill and crossed into the town ruins. The evening sun was still hot as I strolled across the parking lot. Large cracks adorned it and several cars lay in various spots, never to run again. I figured once I found the other two I had to keep moving, though my feet had gotten tired. The rough terrain of the forest had punished them.

Behind me, a car door opened with a creak almost as loud as a scream. I looked around and turned to see the tall amazon with the black cap. Heather. Stepping away from the car, she made room for Coco to climb out after her. Halfway across the lot, I saw the devious smile on Coco’s face.

I froze for a moment; then I took off, running for my life.

“Get him!” Coco howled.

I ran across the graveyard of rusted cars, each one a useless refuge. If I tried to get in one, the doors would probably be hard to open and I’d still be struggling to get in when Coco caught up and took me. I ran on, exiting the parking lot and dashing down the street.

But I didn’t run blindly. I paced myself, trying to control my breathing and not going all out. It was just like how I ran from Osha. Coco may have been fast, but I was faster. However, when I snapped a glance back I was alarmed to see Heather closing the distance. Her arms swung like pistons, propelling her as her powerful legs pumped. Realizing the heavy backpack slowed me down, I took it off and threw it backward, hoping to slow them down.

“Miguel!” someone yelled. I looked left and saw Levi behind a trainyard gate. It was a bit far but I went for it.

I turned left and ran between two houses. The gate loomed before me. Levi pushed it halfway open. As I heard Heather’s pounding footsteps get louder I pushed my limit. No pain came - my breathing became faster yet still controlled. But my muscles would start hurting if I kept this pace up for long. Levi beckoned me with one hand, urgency all over his face.

Snapping a second look back I saw that I had pulled far ahead of Heather by over a dozen yards, her black cap bobbing as she pursued. Unlike Coco, she carried black anger on her face. Skittering through the opening, I grabbed the gate alongside Levi and pulled it closed. The merciful click sounded as it latched.

Seconds later Heather slammed into the chainlink, knocking me to the ground. Levi stumbled back. “Easy, Heather,” he said in an almost casual tone. A moment after that Coco ran up beside her. Her smile was gone, replaced now with a balked and sulking look.

“Open up!” she demanded, her eyes fixed on me. Coco’s powerful body bumped the gate again, as gorgeous as ever. Heather glanced at Coco and for a brief instant she had a troubled look in her eyes before she turned to glare back at me.

“We’re not!” I said.

“Open this gate!” Coco yelled, shaking the chainlink with such ferocity that Heather paused and gave her a startled look. A second later, Heather began shaking the chainlink with her.

Levi put an arm in front of me and backed us away from the gate. That set my heart to beating heavily. Coco had made it almost routine to dominate and terrorize me, but things had escalated to new levels. Ever since the store she hadn’t gotten her hands on me. I had balked her time and time again. The frustration had begun to pile up and I could see it in her crazy, sweat-ringed eyes.

“Open up, Miguel!” she yelled. “Open up before I get angry!”

“Open up, you little shits!” Heather shouted.

I whimpered. Levi and I backed up another two or three steps. “I don’t like this. Let’s go, man,” Levi said.

Right before we turned to run, Coco uttered a bellow of rage and attacked the fence, monkeying her way up the chains with a terrifying brute force. She closed in on the top of the fence. Heather followed suit.

“Go!” I yelled. “Go!”

Levi and I turned and ran again, and I found myself pulling ahead of him. We sprinted across an abandoned trainyard, drawing close to a line of train cars. The musical jingle of the chainlink reached my ears as the amazons climbed it. We ran across one set of tracks, our shoes kicking up cinders as we ran across the space between the tracks.

I slowed down as the first train car loomed over us. Levi beat me to it and opened the side. I jumped in and he slid it closed, shrouding us in darkness. Spots of light shined down from the holes in the train car’s roof. Thuds sounded outside as the amazons caught up. “Go!” Levi said, pushing me. “Mike’s a few miles north of here! Gravel pit. Look for a shed with a stone well next to it!”

I ran to the interior ladder at one end of the car and climbed up to the roof hatch as the train car door slid open. Heather pounded her way inside and yelled, “Get back here!”

I pushed the hatch open and pulled myself to the roof. When I looked below me, an expression of fear clouded Levi’s face. Amazon Heather had grabbed his leg. He tried to pull away, but her strong arm yanked him down to the floor. My breath caught in my throat as he landed hard. Coco herself appeared, and her approaching footsteps rumbled below. Both of the evil women loomed over him.

Heather’s strong hands grabbed Levi and held him up. “Where is he?” she growled. I held my breath.

“Remember what I told you before?” Coco asked, getting in his face. “Bring him to me and maybe I won’t kill you.”

“He’s far away from here,” Levi growled. “You wanna find him? Search beyond this trainyard, gals.”

Heather banged him into a wall, causing dirt and dust to rain down on them. “Bullshit, asshole. He wouldn’t leave this railyard without you.”

“I don’t know where he is!” he yelled, sounding more afraid.

“One last chance,” Coco said. “You know what happens if you don’t tell us where.”

“I told you everything I know! Just let me go!”

“Fine,” Heather said. “Have it your way.”

With a grunt she shoved him into Coco’s thicker arms. Coco wrapped one arm around his neck and threw him to the floor. Before he could get up she jumped on top of him, slamming her powerful body down on his smaller form. As they struggled, the limp man dragged himself clear of her but she turned and pounced on him like a polar bear pouncing on a seal. He let out a strangled shriek as she crushed him down. I looked away from the bangs and thuds, laying on my back atop the train car. There came a sickening crack of either a windpipe being crushed or neck bones breaking. I sank into myself. My hands covered my ears to shut out the sound of him gasping and choking.

I lay there, trying to force the horror back down my throat. My eyes stayed on the sky. The clouds moved slowly by, making funny shapes.

The women chattered with each other. The vibration of their footsteps receded from me, heading to the side door. I uncovered my ears and listened. The rusty door slid open before the two stepped outside. They chatted some more while I contemplated what just happened. My limbs refused to move. I let my breath go, unsure how long I held it for. All I could think about was Levi and his last moments. Perhaps he had a family he hoped to win the prize money for. If he did, they would never see him again. He was dead all because Coco couldn’t get over not having me.

The chatter of the amazons drew away, getting fainter as they checked another train car. I lay there for who knew how long as birds chirped on the wind. Getting to my feet, I ambled over to an exterior ladder and climbed down. I didn’t want to see the inside of this train car. I knew enough about what lay in there.

It didn’t take me long to leave the trainyard and head into the forest. Taking my trusty compass from my pocket, I used it to head north. According to Levi, Michael was in a shed next to a stone well. And that shed was around a gravel pit.

After walking a few miles I found the gravel pit. The shed stood right outside of it and so did the stone well. Knocking on the door, I announced my name.

Michael opened the door. “Kid, I was worried. What’s wrong?”

“Levi…” I said, new tears forming in my eyes. All I could do was shake my head.

“Holy shit,” he said, coming forward and giving me a hug.

“It’s all my fault,” I said, the tears rolling down my cheeks. “Me and my dumb ideas. She killed him.”

“Kid, it’s not on you.”

I didn’t argue with him. I just closed my eyes and hugged him back.

“It’s not on you,” he repeated. “It’s on her.”

I pulled back from him. “What do we do now?”

He didn’t look forlorn or sad. He frowned in rage. “We end her.”

I nodded. Whatever sympathy I had for Savannah, or Coco, or whatever her name was, had gone. I hated her. She deserved to die for everything she had done. But killing her would be easier said than done. With the history we had, I had learned that all roads led to Coco getting her way eventually. She was too smart. Too strong. Too manipulative.

“You still have your flare gun?” he asked. I drew it from my belt, quick as a snake. “Awesome.”

Michael and I walked away from the gravel pit together. We headed through the forest towards the remains of another town. The goal was set, no matter how impossible it would be. It was time to put the conniving bitch down. Because the next time she got hold of me, she would kill me.

To be continued...