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The wilderness had claimed them all, turning the survivors of the Yellowjackets crash into something primal, something feral. Shauna Shipman, crowned the Antler Queen in a ritual born of desperation and blood, wore the crown of antlers like a second skin. Her eyes, sharp and unyielding, scanned the cabin's shadows each night, her authority unchallenged. Mari, the quiet one with the soft curves and hesitant smiles, had always lingered on the edges, fetching water, tending the fire, avoiding the queen's gaze.
One stormy evening, as thunder rattled the fragile walls and the others huddled in the main room sharing meager rations, Shauna slipped away. She moved like a shadow through the dim corridors, her breath steady, her body taut with a hunger that went beyond survival. Mari had been tasked with checking the storage shed for preserved meat, a solitary chore that kept her isolated from the group.
The shed door creaked open, and Mari stepped inside, the lantern's flicker casting long shadows over crates and hanging hides. She didn't hear Shauna approach until a hand clamped over her mouth, pulling her back against a firm body. Mari's eyes widened, her muffled cry lost in the storm's roar outside.
"Shh," Shauna whispered hotly into her ear, her voice low and commanding. "Don't scream, Mari. You don't want the others to hear."
Mari struggled, her hands clawing at Shauna's arm, but the Antler Queen was stronger, fueled by months of raw survival. Shauna's free hand pinned Mari's wrists above her head against a wooden beam, her knee forcing Mari's legs apart. The air smelled of damp earth and leather, thick with tension.
"Shauna, please," Mari gasped when the hand slipped from her mouth just enough. "What are you doing? Let me go."
Shauna's lips curled into a predatory smile, her antler crown casting jagged shadows on the walls. She pressed her body flush against Mari's, hips grinding forward in a deliberate thrust. "I've watched you, Mari. Always so obedient, so soft. It's time you served your queen properly."
Mari twisted, her heart pounding, but Shauna's grip tightened. With a swift motion, Shauna yanked Mari's shirt up, exposing her breasts to the chill air. Her mouth descended, teeth grazing a nipple before sucking hard, drawing a sharp yelp from Mari. Shauna's tongue flicked over the hardening peak, then bit down just enough to make Mari arch in pain and unwanted heat.
"Stop," Mari whimpered, tears stinging her eyes. "This isn't right."
"Right?" Shauna chuckled darkly, her hand sliding down to rip at Mari's pants. The fabric tore easily under her fingers, and she shoved them down along with Mari's underwear, leaving her lower body bare. Shauna's fingers probed between Mari's thighs, finding the soft folds of her pussy already slick from the friction and fear. "Your body's saying otherwise. Wet for your queen already."
Mari shook her head, sobs catching in her throat, but Shauna didn't relent. She forced two fingers inside, thrusting deep and rough, curling them to hit that sensitive spot that made Mari's hips buck involuntarily. Shauna pumped in and out, her thumb circling Mari's clit with brutal precision, building a pressure Mari fought against.
"No, no," Mari pleaded, her voice breaking. "Shauna, the others... they'll find out."
"They won't," Shauna growled, her free hand muffling Mari's cries again as she added a third finger, stretching her wide. The wet sounds of her fingers fucking Mari's pussy filled the shed, obscene against the storm. Shauna's own arousal throbbed between her legs, but this was about control, about taking what she wanted in secret.
Mari's body betrayed her, walls clenching around the intrusion as an unwanted orgasm built. Shauna felt it, sped up her thrusts, pinching Mari's clit until she shattered, cum coating Shauna's hand in a gush of heat. Mari sagged against the beam, trembling, humiliated tears streaming down her face.
But Shauna wasn't done. She spun Mari around, pressing her chest to the rough wood, ass exposed. "Bend over," she ordered, kicking Mari's legs wider. When Mari hesitated, Shauna slapped her ass hard, the crack echoing. "Now."
Mari complied, broken, her cheek against the beam as Shauna unbuckled her own belt. She didn't need a strap or tool; her hand would do, but she wanted more intimacy in the violation. Shauna spat into her palm, slicking her fingers before plunging them back into Mari's dripping pussy from behind. She fucked her relentlessly, hips slamming forward as if she had a cock buried deep, each thrust jolting Mari's body.
"Feel that?" Shauna hissed, leaning in to bite Mari's shoulder. "You're mine now. My secret little fucktoy."
Mari bit her lip to stifle her moans, the pleasure-pain twisting her insides. Shauna reached around, rubbing Mari's clit again, forcing another climax from her quivering form. As Mari came, clenching hard, Shauna withdrew her fingers and smeared the wetness over Mari's ass, probing the tight ring there.
"Please, not there," Mari begged, voice hoarse.
Shauna ignored her, pushing a finger into Mari's ass, then two, stretching her while her other hand fisted Mari's hair. She finger-fucked both holes alternately, the dual invasion making Mari sob and writhe. The storm outside masked the sounds, the group's distant laughter a cruel reminder of their isolation.
Finally, Shauna pulled out, stepping back to admire her work: Mari slumped, pussy and ass red and leaking, body marked with bites and bruises. She straightened Mari's torn clothes roughly, wiping her own hands on a rag.
"Clean yourself up," Shauna said coldly, adjusting her antler crown. "And keep your mouth shut. Tell anyone, and I'll make sure the wilderness takes you next."
Mari nodded weakly, pulling up her pants with shaking hands. Shauna slipped out first, rejoining the group as if nothing had happened, her secret buried deep in the shadows of the shed. Mari followed minutes later, face flushed, eyes downcast, the weight of the violation a silent chain binding her to the queen.