You were lost in the jungle, tired and aimless, almost crawling across the ground.
You had not seen civilization in months and your last can of beans was spent hours ago. Nature would take you; this was truly it for you.
A sudden screeching noise could be heard above you, making you look up to see a dark silhouette of a vulture harpy circling above you.
You tried to run, but it was no use. In one fell swoop she grabbed your shoulders with her talons, raising you above the ground and up into the air, making you fell a suction inside your stomach and wind rushing through your hair.
You looked up at the harpy. Her eyes were on the destination, but you could see her long dark hair and lovely, black feather coat and her throat grazed with a white necklace of fluff. Stunned by her beauty, you do not resist her grasp.
Soon she arrived to a cave with you, throwing you inside it and making you fall to its rocky floor.
Scared and beaten you looked up at her massive size, this time you could get a good look at your captor.
And a look was giving back, a slanting, primitive look, so predatory and dominant, from her sharp and angular face. Her skin was bare below her white, feathered throat, showing you her endowed chest, confirming to you that she was indeed a female.
Walking towards you on her giant chicken legs, each attached to a pair of scaley, big talons, placing one of them on your panting chest and digging them into your shirt, starting to pull the fabric off of you.
You tried to take her talon off you but got immediately slapped across the face by one of her wings, leaving a red mark and stopped your resistance for now as you covered your face. The stingy slap making you breath heavily, as she snared at you, trying to make you understand that she had you now.
She tore off your shirt and once again you complained, sending another slap your way, then another, as she screeched at you. You tried to fight her, but she was too strong, and soon she had you on your back lightly sobbing, finally submitting to her will, letting her do whatever she wanted with you.
You felt so weak and restricted by her strength, as she placed a talon on you bare back, lightly clawing into your skin, as she stepped up on top of you. Feeling her weight and her feathers grace your naked flesh, allowing her to so as you softly cried. Shaking from fear and your cold stomach pressed against the rock hard and icy floor. All your senses were on high alert, as the predator kept walking on you.
She began using you, slowly clawing your back like a doormat, staring at you with her predatory eyes, as red lines covered your back more and more, making you whimper and cry out. Dominating you, as she lowered her head down, lightly screeching into your ear, and biting into your shoulder.
The pain slowly building up as more and more blood spilled out of your wounds, making you feel so warm, like you were covered in a cloth soaked in warm water.
She pushes your over again, so you laid down on your bleeding back. Tear wet eyes looking up at her sinister, smiling ones, realising she was enjoying this very much so.
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