Another Mercedes Leblanc story for you today, and a sequel to
Kinktober 2022 - Day 15 - Forest“She went this way! After her!”“Those extra credits are mine, I saw her first!”“You idiots! Don’t let her get away!”The excited cries of the hunters closing in was all the spur Mercedes needed. All around her, the forest loomed, dense and wild and completely untamed save for a few thin trails hacked out of the foliage, and without hesitation, the beautiful blonde darted into the brush, accepting the scratches of pine needles and stray branches against her pale skin as the price for keeping her out of the grasp of her pursuers. More cries echoed from somewhere amongst the massive trees, suggesting that another of the class had finally been brought down, and desperation sent new strength surging through her tired limbs, the thought of being carted about campus as the football team’s trophy more than she could stand. God, I should’ve taken better care when choosing my electives!For this bizarre run was yet another exercise arranged as part of Professor Stevenson’s Classics course, the elaborate (and extremely expensive) labyrinth he’d put them through a few weeks’ previously now replaced by the great forest upon which the university sat, ten square kilometres of dense woodland north of the main campus left mostly untouched by human hands. For all ten of his students, each of them women, they would be the prey in a day-long hunt through the forest, with a party of volunteers drawn from the school’s various sporting teams trying to track them down. Any who remained out of their grasp until the final horn sounded would receive bonus marks on the final exam, whereas anyone captured would become the prisoner of the team responsible for the next three days, though fortunately with a faculty member watching over them to ensure their safety. It was a taste of the Krypteia, the Professor had insisted, the rigorous training regime warriors of ancient Sparta entered after they graduated from the agoge, its harshness designed to winnow out the weak and forge the survivors into unbeatable soldiers. Of course, Mercedes doubted the Spartans went about their training in skin-tight bodysuits that left little to the imagination, nor had any of their lectures or readings mentioned muzzle gags of rigid leather shrouding the lower halves of their faces that forced them to breath through the nose. Seems more likely he’s just a dirty old man. Fifty metres ahead, the trees thinned out as the forest began to give way to marshland, and Mercedes skidded to a halt, chest heaving with exertion, blue eyes glancing about for any passage through. This whole charade will be over eventually, and then I’m having a stern talk with the Professor!Then strong arms suddenly encircled her waist as she passed beyond the bole of a mighty pine, and Mercedes gave a frantic shriek as she dragged backwards, long legs kicking out in dismay. No, no, no! “MMMPPPGGGHHHH!”“Calm down, I’m not going to hurt you,” a cultured voice stated, a woman’s voice, and Mercedes complied, heart pounding like a kettle drum at her breast. “Besides, make enough noise and you’ll draw in those stupid jocks, and that’s someone we both want to avoid, right?”Nodding, the blonde forced herself to remain calm, letting her apparent captor lead her beneath the pine’s sheltering shadow. Blue eyes took in every detail, and despite the situation, Mercedes felt her blood turn to smoke, for the other woman was undeniably beautiful. Dark hair, cut into a short, pixie-bob cut, framed a sharp-nosed face, high cheekbones and pouty red lips, while her pale skin gave her something of a goth look, made all the more attractive by the slight confident smirk she wore. Her attire was simple, a plain white top that left her shoulders and bra straps bare, joined by comfortable jeans and running shoes, yet looked rather fetching on her. “I’m Rebecca Markham,” the woman introduced herself, frowning as she examined the clasp of Mercedes’ gag, padlocked into place. “Sorry for the fright there. I’d heard that old nutter Stevenson was making you do all this, so I figured I’d crash the proceedings before any of the sports teams got their grubby paws on you. You all right?”Mercedes nodded, finally catching her breath. “Good.” A slim hand reached out to brush away a golden lock from her vision, and she shuddered in unexpected pleasure at the contact. “If I sound like some sort of creeper, I apologize, but… I’ve had my eye on you for a while now,” Rebecca explained, giving an uncertain smile. “You’re a beautiful woman, Mercedes, and I’d like to get to know you better, if that’s all right with you. If you’re not interested, that’s… that’s fine, no pressure. But… would you at least consider it?”If it meant getting out of this stupid exercise and out of the forest, Mercedes would have accepted a proposition from the Devil himself, never mind this brunette beauty, and Rebecca gave a small gasp as the other woman’s arms came around her in a warm embrace, cheeks pressing against one another. “I… I guess that settles it,” said Rebecca, unable to keep the joy from her voice. “Then let’s blow this hot dog stand, huh? I got a hiding place here in the forest where we can wait this out, and afterwards… I guess we got a lot to talk about, huh?”A relieved giggle escaping the confines of her gag, Mercedes took the other woman’s hand and let her guide her through the forest, a surprising sense of glee coming over her. What would come, would come, but for the moment, it was enough to know the hunters would be denied their prey… and there was an opportunity to spend time with a gorgeous brunette in the bargain. God, I made a great choice in electives!...
. No DiD stuff this time around, just some of that sweeter, fluffier storytelling I've been promising for a while now, so I hope you all enjoy. Thank you so much for your continued support!
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