JAKE'S PLACE

By Succubus

Jake smiled stupidly at the girl, seemingly interested in whatever it was she was going on and on about. He watched her mouth forming words, her face crinkling into various expressions, and took a drink of his beer. Fucking hell she could talk. Hadn't shut up since he'd sat down. Poor thing must be starved for some attention. Jake hid the grin that thought brought to his face behind another drink of beer.

Another black clad idiot bumped into him from behind, almost spilling his beer, and it was all Jake could do to keep that silly smile on his face. He hated people, hated crowds, but for what he was after it was inevitable.

Over his beer, he eyed the girl, admiring the way her breasts were thrust up high from her corset, the way her skirt showed just the hint of her ass at it's seam. Jesus, she was a walking advertisement. She looked to be around 20 or so but in this place, with the layers of make-up and lack of suitable clothing, she could be any age, really. He looked her over carefully, judging. Old enough, he decided.

What had she said her name was? Lorraine, or Laura or something like that. No bother, really didn't matter anyhow.

The bartender walked up to them, his own eyes as glued on the girl's cleavage as Jake's, and smiled at the couple.

"Care for another?" he asked, motioning towards their almost empty beers.

Jake nodded, smiling at the girl, then met the bartender's eyes. "Definitely," he said.

The girl smiled at him, her cheeks and eyes bright from the beers that had come before. Leaning towards him, staring him down with that cleavage, she whispered in his ear: "I do believe you're trying to get me drunk."

Jake pretended shock and dismay while she giggled, pleased with herself. Automatically, her hand reached for the fresh beer that had been placed before her. Greedily she drank, downing a third of the bottle in one try. Jake raised an eyebrow. Seems she wanted him to get her drunk. He grinned at her, and then smiled over at the bartender, exchanging a glance and dropping a five-dollar-bill on the counter.

All the drinking seemed to finally be catching up to her. Her drunken smile was annoying as hell, but Jake put up with it. The gropes under the bar, however, were far easier to accept. Her hand crept over his thigh and squeezed at his cock again through his jeans. What a fucking whore. But Jake smiled on.

It was her who suggested they leave, her who grabbed hold of his arm as she wobbled her way towards her car. Leaning back against the fender, she wrapped her arms around Jake, her mouth sloppily seeking out his. He let her have her way with his mouth for a few minutes, then pulled back, asking, "What is it that makes a sweet girl like you come to a place like this?"

She grinned at him, thrusting out those ever-present breasts again; "Sex makes me come here," she answered, "Rough sex, scary sex, sex without boundaries. I'm hardly the sweet girl you seem to think."

To prove it, she once more wrapped herself around him, her thighs tight on his, her tongue shoved deep into his mouth. Scary sex indeed. He smiled against her beer scented breath.

"Come home with me?" He asked.

"As if you needed to ask," she replied coyly.

Jake led her to his car, his hand tight around her waist. As they reached it, he stopped, pushing her against the trunk. "Rough sex?" he whispered in her ear, "Scary sex?" She giggled, pushing her body against him. Pulling her to his side, he fished his keys out of his pocket, rummaging through them until he found the right one. He inserted the key and the trunk popped open before them. Jake glanced back at the club, making certain they were alone and unwatched.

"Scary? How scary would it be if I stuck you in the trunk of my car, drove you to an abandoned cabin, and had my way with you?" He asked, a big smile on his face, and one hand grabbing at the cheek of her ass for effect.

She giggled again, his joke quite funny to her. Before her giggle ended, Jake pulled a gun from the trunk of his car and hit it against the side of the girl's head. Her face showed a split second of surprise before she started to fall.

Jake caught her weight and lifted her into the trunk, slamming it shut, trapping the unconscious girl inside. With a last look around the lot and at the club, he drove off into the night, pleased with a job well done. Stupid bitch, should have known better, he thought to himself. With an eye on the gas gauge, he headed out of the city.

As he drove, he thought of the girl trapped in his trunk. He wished he could be there when she came to, wished he could see the look of terror on her face as she realized she really was inside his trunk, his words echoing in her head. He laughed, stepping on the gas pedal. Ah, how she'd be crying--terrified, really. Jake adjusted his cock inside his pants, it's growing hardness giving him a little discomfort.

Around him, the city lights faded into the sparsity of suburbia, then into nothing, as the highway wound towards the mountains.

Inside the trunk, the girl moved and whined, her hand going immediately to the side of her head to see where all the pain was from. As soon as she touched it, she drew her hand back, horrified at the wetness of her own blood on her fingers. Everything came back in an instant, the club, Jake, the trunk--oh God--she was inside his trunk!

Feebly she scraped her fingers across the trunk lid, scratching at the metal, not wanting to believe. No light filtered in here. Helplessly she held her eyes wide open, trying to see in spite of the fact she knew she couldn't. Panic started to take over and she beat at the trunk, using all her strength. Her movements made her dizzy, though, and soon she was swallowing her bile in an effort not to vomit inside this trunk. She kicked out again, knowing it was pointless, and then started to cry. Her own words filled her mind, "scary sex,” she'd said. She sobbed, her body moving with the motions of the car. She didn't mean it, not like this, really. She cried for herself, for whatever was going to happen to her, for her family, for her life. Mostly she cried in self-hatred, for her own stupidity.

The car hit a hard bump, and then another, making her head thump against the walls of the trunk. She fought dizziness, the pain rising up in waves from her head, washing across her body with each new bump on the road.

The car's headlights cut into the darkness, the only light for miles. Not even the moon was out to light their way tonight. Jake felt alone, just the way he liked it, him and the world--and his prize, locked safely away. Impatience sent him flying over the rutted dirt road, heading for the old cabin.

A final turn and the lights hit upon the cabin, illuminating the run down building. These things littered the backcountry, old cabins left deserted by prospectors and miners. Left just for him, he thought. One could live indefinitely, never leaving a trace, by simply going from building to building. It worked for him at least. Just an occasional trip into town, for necessities, he smiled, like the provisions in the trunk. And food of course, he thought, eyeing the bag of groceries.

He parked the car, and got out, stretching his legs from the drive. From the shadows, a dog appeared, his tail wagging happily.

"Well now, you missed me, did you, Scout?" he said to the dog, ruffling his fur. "Wait 'til you see the treat I brought back tonight, boy." The dog seemed to understand him and went to the trunk of the car, looking up at his master with pleading and adoring eyes. Jake laughed, "Not yet, not yet, you know I have to get things ready for our guest first!" The dog whined anyhow and Jake shook his head, chuckling as he carried his groceries into the cabin.

Inside was one room, with a blanket hanging from the ceiling in a corner to create a separate bathroom. Not much had been done in here, the walls were still soot covered and riddled with the odd marks of graffiti. A fireplace of crumbled stone dominated the main wall. On one side of it sat an old oven, the wood burning type, with an open grill on half and burners on the other half of it's top. Jake stoked up the fire in the oven and put some water on to boil, pausing now and then to pat the dog's head absently. He pulled out a small log from the oven and used it to get the fireplace going again. Cold in here, wouldn't want Laura or Lorraine or Louise to catch a cold. He smiled at his own wit.

On the other side of the fireplace, beams crisscrossed the wall, bolted in place, they ran vertically and horizontally. Every foot or so an eyebolt stuck out of the wood. Jake ran his hand over the rough wood, and then yelped, pulling his hand back quickly. As he watched, a bead of blood appeared, oozing out from where the splinter had stuck him. He sucked the blood off his hand and looked at the beams once more. The wood was pretty torn up, splinters stuck out all over. He felt a familiar stirring in his groin, as he thought of her strapped up on these beams, the splinters cutting into her skin. He left the beams, hurrying about with his preparations, anxious to get on with the fun.

A beat up steamer trunk stood near the door. Its rusty hinges squeaked as he lifted the lid. From inside, he withdrew a long coil of rope, the thin yellow kind, braided and strong as hell. After deliberating for a moment, he decided on the roll of duct tape as well.

Jake pulled his gun out of his belt as he approached the car, now was the crucial moment. Usually they were too stunned and scared to think of fighting or running, but you couldn't be too careful about these things.

"Knock, knock," he called out, rapping three times hard on the trunk with his knuckles.

Inside the trunk, the girl jumped at the echoing thumps, her eyes wide in the blackness. The trunk popped open, and a rush of air hit her sweaty skin, cooling her. She gasped at it, and then winced as a flashlight beam hit her eyes. She squinted through the light, but it stung too much. Swallowing hard, she closed her eyes again, moaning slightly as she held her head in her hands.

"There's a good bitch," Jake said, "Now, I'm going to move this light, and help you out of there just as nice as could be, but first I have to know you're gonna behave." He pressed the gun against the girl's lips and her eyes opened wide. "You are going to behave, aren't you?" She answered with a cross between a whimper and a moan. He took that to be a yes.

Roughly, he grabbed at her arm and yanked her up, pulling her out of the trunk. Her hip hit the side sharply, followed by her legs fumbling and banging their way free of the trunk. The girl paused, trying to find her balance, trying again not to be sick, as the world tilted under her feet.


Before she could get too much control over herself, he grabbed her hair, twisting it in his hand. Fresh pain broke out from her head, and she yelped. He cut it off by placing the gun against the side of her neck "Now move," he said, leading her by her hair to the cabin.

Kicking the makeshift and shotgun hole filled door shut behind him, he pulled her inside, walking her to the wall with its old beams. Roughly, he pushed her back up against it. With his most charming smile, he looked at her. He held the gun leveled at her face, and grabbed the duct tape off of the steamer trunk, ripping loose a piece about 9 inches long.

He gave her a final smile, then slapped the tape across her eyes, pushing it down snugly, wiping his hand back and forth to be certain it would stick good. He dropped down and looked up at her, trying to determine if she could still see, and decided that for safety's sake he would add two more pieces of tape to her eyes. After slicking them down across her pert little nose and making sure not a drop of light got in, he tested the tape.

He slowly drew his hand back, watching her closely for any sign of movement, and then slapped her hard, across one cheek. The girl jumped and yelled out, truly surprised. Satisfied, Jake reached for the rope.

He drew close to the girl as he stretched her arms out, and whispered to her:

"Fucking slut. Didn't know what you were getting into here, didja? Rough sex, scary sex, well you'll get plenty of that tonight. You thought you were something pretty special tonight, didn't you, in your cheap whore perfume, and those clothes... Look at you, dressed like the whore you are. Walking around, begging to be used."

He sighed and stepped back, tying her hands to eyebolts on either side of her. He pulled on the rope again, stretching her arms away from her body, making sure she couldn't escape. The rope cut tight into her wrists, her pale skin already growing dark on her hands from the lack of circulation. He yanked once more and the rope pinched her skin in its rough braids, making her cry harder than ever. Yes, sweet tears. He smiled. Now he could relax, maybe even eat something.

Jake checked the water on the stove, found it to be boiling, and poured the steamy water over a fresh teabag in a chipped ceramic mug. He moved about the cabin, humming softly to himself and unloading the food from the bags. After a moment of deliberation, he decided he deserved a treat and opened a can of his favorite soup, pulling off the label and placing the can itself on the old iron burner. A yelp and a sob came from the girl and Jake whirled around, gun at the ready, to see what the noise was about.

The girl whimpered again, horrified at what she thought she felt. A dog sniffed and snuffled about her, pressing it's ice-cold nose against her thigh.

Scout wagged his tail as he investigated his owner's new find, his nose pressing into the girl’s thigh. She mumbled and whined more; a muddled "please" came from her.

"Now girl, I'd be real still if I were you. Scout's just curious about ya, but if you move too much, he can get kinda mean." Jake chuckled, watching his pet press it's nose at the cleft where her thighs met. Her could see her struggling more, while trying not to. "Oho! Seems the old boy found something he likes," Jake smiled, stirring his soup.

The dog’s nose pressed more adamantly against the girl’s mound. Horrified, she tried to keep her thighs shut as tight as possible. She bit at her lip, crying behind the tape. Still the dog kept pressing at her, trying to push its nose between her thighs. A low growl issued from the dogs throat.

"Now you can't be so mean to my friend here," Jake said, walking back to the girl. "He just wants to get a good look at you. Can't blame him for that, can you?" He placed the barrel of the gun against her belly.

"Now be a good girl and spread your legs for me. Shakily, sobbing, she did as he said, spreading her legs inch by inch. Jake reached for the rope once more and bound each leg securely to an eyebolt. That job done, he turned back to his meal, pulling it off the burner and adding just a touch of sugar to his tea. He pulled up a wooden chair, settling in for dinner and a show.

The girl shook in her bondage. Her face below the tape was streaked with black from the layers of make-up she'd had piled on her eyes. Her breasts were all but free of the corset now, both nipples sticking proudly out the top, quivering with her trembles and unsteady breaths.

Scout approached the girl again, his furry head turning to look for approval from his master before investigating further. "It's ok, boy," Jake said, and that seemed to be all the dog needed to hear. He pressed his cold nose between the girl's thighs, this time with nothing to stop him. He sniffled and snuffled, smelling her scent, then licked out his long tongue for a taste.

Apparently he liked what he found, for the dog didn't stop with one lick. Excitedly, the dog lapped the girl's pussy, sliding his tongue up between the folds of flesh.

The girl shook and moaned, terrified of this big beast. She could feel the sharpness of his teeth pressing against her tender skin with each horrid lick. On and on the dog licked, seemingly forever, his tongue slathering over her ass, scraping against her clit. The girl couldn't help but to enjoy it, Jake new, and he saw her realize this with renewed sobbing. Her muscles grew taut and tight in their bondage. The girl twisted against the ropes, wiggling her ass back and forth to try and get the dog's mouth off of her. Jake thought of all those splinters in the wood against her ass and smiled. Poor girl was fucked either way. Jake finished off his soup with an appreciative chuckle for his humor.

Her whines grew louder and louder as the dog shoved its nose hard against her cunt, it's tongue twirling deep inside of her. Before she could get annoying, Jake pulled loose another piece of tape, slapping it across her mouth. Her head shook from side to side and the muffled noises below the tape grew more varied. Jake listened to the unintelligible moans with pleasure.

Finishing off his meal with a last cup of water, Jake poured out the rest of his soup for Scout and called the dog over to him. It took a little urging, but the dog finally pulled himself away from his snack to go enjoy his meal. The girl's relief was apparent; her once taut body hung with a sigh of relief. That’s it, baby, Jake thought, catch your breath, you'll need it.

Jake moved around the small cabin, straightening up what small mess he'd made, stoking and stirring the coals on the fire, all the while knowing that each moment the girl hung from the wall untouched was an agony of suspense for her. Let her wonder. For a moment he stopped and simply stared at the girl, as though overwhelmed with too many options. He unlaced the girl's corset, revealing her white stomach to him, then ripped at the seam of her little skirt, tearing it apart. She stood bound before him, the black corset framing her on either side. Jake snapped his fingers as an idea entered his head, and with a grin opened the steamer trunk once more.

In here Jake kept everything a sadist could desire. Anything that seemed to him may have a good purpose he would eagerly stash away. Smiling, Jake pulled out items at random, holding and caressing each, his mind conjuring up the images of its use, before placing them beside him. First came the pliers, their rusty hinges stiff, but still useable. Then followed a series of long metal strips. These he'd found while hiking about one day, near an old mine shaft--it had looked like someone had been trimming sheets of metal. He bundled the strips together, then swished at the air, back and forth, listening to the whistle it created.

Enjoying himself immensely, he approached the girl again, his hand swinging the metal strips back and forth, closer and closer. Watching her carefully, he saw her start to tremble slightly, then more, the closer he got. Little noises came from behind her gag, and she started shaking her head from side to side, as if in denial of what she knew would come.

The first stinging blow should not have surprised her, but it did. A high wail sounded inside the duct tape and her body twisted against the ropes, jerking from the pain of the metal strips cutting into her. He followed quickly with another lash, whipping at her, the thin metal slicing into her skin. As he watched, blood welled up from the angry red lines. The sight was intoxicating to Jake. He pulled his arm back, swinging even harder, the blow making the girl's body bounce in retaliation. Again and again he swung, slicing, whipping at her, each blow only increasing his desire to do more damage to the helpless body before him. With an angry joy, he yelled at her, cursing her, deriding her, all the while growing harder and harder, as the metal strips tore the girl open.

Abruptly he stopped, breathing heavily. He stood there for a moment, enjoying the sight of blood dripping from the girl, enjoying her shaking sobs. God he loved this. His cock pressed into his jeans, almost painful in its hardness. He licked at his lips, his eyes glassy, and pulled out his cock, stroking at it's length with his hand. Eagerly, he reached down and untied the girl's legs.

Grabbing roughly at her thighs, Jake pressed his body against the girl, grinding his cock against her still moist cunt, pressing his rough shirt into the freshly torn wounds. Sadistically, he rubbed his chest back and forth across her, smearing the blood around, scraping at her cuts. She shook her head more, mumbling something into the tape. Jake held his cock in his hand and rubbed it against her pussy, back and forth, then slid inside of her with a sigh.

The girl's body tightened then shuddered as he entered her. He couldn't believe the heat. Uselessly she squirmed, pinned to the rough boards, trying to avoid each plunging stroke. Harder and harder Jake thrust into her, his hips arching to stab into her. His hands grabbed at her thighs, pulling her legs up off the ground to hold them on either side of him. Ruthlessly he pounded into her, feeling her bounce back off the beams behind her, each thrust making her whine at its impact. Slowly he felt her body grow used to his violation, felt her soften in his arms, her body going weakly limp. Oh no you don't, he thought, then plunged into her savagely, leaning over to suck a nipple into his mouth.

He nursed at the nipple, sucking it until it was a hard pebble in his mouth. Slowly he bit down on it, wanting her to feel every moment of the pain he was inflicting. Harder and harder he bit, his cock still plunging into her, until she started to shake and jump and whine again. He chewed and gnawed at the tender flesh, loving the way her body jumped and pussy squeezed with each bite. He could feel the seed rising up in him, feel his balls tightening with the night’s first orgasm, and bit down even harder, howling. The girl screamed into the tape, her body tense and locked in its pain and panic. Groaning, Jake pulled his cock out of her and with a final stroke, he spurted his seed across the girls belly, watching the gooey white stuff coat her still bleeding lash marks.

She squirmed for a few moments after that, the semen stinging into her cuts. Bitterly she cried, trapped in her world of darkness and pain.

Tucking his dick back into his fly, Jake relaxed for a moment, staring absently at the fire. A fresh gleam and spark entered his eyes. Jake grabbed up the metal strips he'd used to beat the girl and placed all but a foot of them into the coals of the fire. Already his cock was twitching again. Slowly he stirred the coals, waiting for the metal strips to heat.

To fill the time between, Jake approached the girl again, enjoying the site of her cum covered wounds. His hand reached out for her, rubbing at her wounds, his fingers tracing the line of each mark, tracing the flow of each drop of blood. He leaned forward, fixing his mouth onto one bloody cut, and licked, sliding his tongue into the wound, back and forth across it, awakening riots of stinging pain in the girl.

He grabbed at her breasts, his hands cupping them tightly, and twisted at them, side to side, turning the flesh in his hands, watching the skin darken as the blood raged beneath the surface. He pinched both of her nipples between his thumbs and fingers, pinching cruelly, twisting at the nipples until the girl was wiggling desperately. She probably thought he'd rip them off. Silly girl, it took a lot more abuse than that to rip off a set of nipples. He pulled at her nipples, stretching them away from her body. She arched her back, trying desperately to move her body with her breasts, but her bound arms kept her tight against the beams. All she could do was scream once more into the tape.

Another horribly sadistic thought lit up in his mind, and Jake grabbed a length of metal pole from his trunk. About two foot long and three inches thick, she'd feel this for sure. A smile lit his face. He pressed the edge of the pipe against her mound, rubbing it back and forth like he had the head of his cock.

"Now spread those legs wide for me," he said to the girl. Behind the tape she protested, her legs held tight together. Viciously Jake slapped at the girl's face, watching her head turn from each blow. Then he repeated his command. This time she complied, her legs shaking as she moved them apart.

Her reticence had annoyed him, almost angered him. He decided he'd been too nice to her. He slapped her face once more, harder than before, then jammed the pipe up into her, hard, burying a good six inches in the first shot. The wail that came from her now was barely stifled by the tape. Jake imagined that were the tape not there, this scream would fill the canyon. An appetizing thought. Smiling even wider, he pulled the pipe from the girl with an appreciative glance at the touch of blood at it's tip, and stepped back to the fire, placing the end of the pipe over the coals.

Jake turned back to the girl, and realized she must have passed out. She hung from her arms, the rope tight at each wrist, her head hanging down, her hair all but covering her face. As good a time as any, Jake figured, as he started loosening the ropes. He pushed his weight against her, holding her to the wall as the ropes came free. Smiling, he stepped back and watched her slide to the floor, her body landing with a thud on the wood floor. Jake looked at the bundle lying at his feet.

He stretched her arms back out on either side, tying them off again tightly--this time only about a foot off the floor. She started to moan slightly and stir as he pulled first one leg back, then the other, spreading them far apart, and tying her ankles to the same eyebolt as her wrists. Her head rolled around for a moment, then another moan came from the girl as she returned to consciousness.

Now she was bent almost in half, legs spread wide apart, showing Jake the bright pink of her cunt. He knelt, sliding a finger inside the girl, and felt her stiffen. He added a second finger, swishing them around inside her, stirring her juices. He watched the muscles in her thighs and calves tighten and shake slightly. He added a third finger. Grinning again, he turned to his little icebox and removed a stick of butter.

He grabbed the butter in his hand, smashing it, working his fingers into the gooey mess until his hand was shiny and coated. Then he turned back to the girl. He put his fingers and thumb together, then pressed at the girl's pussy, forcing his hand deeper and deeper. At first she moaned a little, then more and more, as Jake worked his fist inside the girl. He turned his hand from side to side, twisting it inside of her, feeling the tight walls of her cunt squeeze back at his hand.

Jake got to his knees before the girl, one hand against the wall over her head for support, and balled up his fist inside of her. With a grunt of effort, he punched into the girl, feeling her cervix smash against his knuckles as he buried his fist. Furiously he worked his fist in her, punching over and over, his fist driving deeper with each painful thrust.

The girl shook, and with every blow she bounced. A wonderful little noise was coming from behind the tape. Each blow brought a whoosh from her. Jake thrust harder, forcing his hand deeper, enjoying the sight of her lips against his forearm as he sunk ever deeper. He smiled, pulling his hand out, and wiped it across the girl’s breasts, cleaning it somewhat of the blood and butter which coated it.

"Just look at the mess you've made." He admonished.

She didn't respond.

Jake reached back into the fire for the whip of metal. He grabbed it up, and then howled, as the strips burnt his hand. He looked around the cabin for a moment, undecided, then grabbed up the girl's torn skirt and wrapped it around the base of the whip. He swung the whip in the air a couple more times, watching as the girl tensed, then tightened, sobbing anew as the sound refreshed her memory of the recent beating she had received. He stopped swishing, though, afraid the strips might cool from the air.

Jake stepped before the girl, looking down at the loose lips of her cunt as it was spread so obscenely for his pleasure. The girl tried to twist herself, but was bound too tightly. More noises came from behind the tape. Reaching down, Jake pulled the tape from the girl's mouth. This time he wanted to hear her screams.

But first...Jake bent down, and gently kissed the girl. She struggled slightly, but common sense seemed to get the better of her and Jake felt her mouth open. His tongue slid into her mouth, tasting her tears on her lips. She just kept her mouth open, moving not at all. Jake licked across her lips once more, and then stood.

Jake pulled his arm back, deliberating for a second on where first to strike, then he swung the heated metal in an arc, swishing it down to slice into the girl's tender and exposed cunt.

Her entire body tightened and locked, she was silent for half a second, then she let loose with an earsplitting scream. Jake took it as encouragement, and slashed down at her again. The metal strips cut into her cunt with every blow, the pain intense. The odor of burnt flesh rose from her. Jake let the lash rest against her thigh for a moment. It singed and burned into her skin. She writhed in agony, making animal-like sounds from deep in her throat.

Jake pulled the whip back and eyed the burn appreciatively. The angry pink flesh was swelling quickly; clear fluid oozed from it. Curiously, Jake slid his finger across the burn. So much of this was curiosity for him. You just never knew what might happen, or how a girl might react. The joy of discovery, he thought.

Not able to help himself, he moved his fingers back to the girl's cunt. He used the fingers of one hand to spread her lips open, revealing her clit and the inside of her pussy to his view. Carefully, so as not to burn himself, Jake touched the tip of one metal strip against the girl's clit. Her entire body locked, a horrible shriek tearing from her, and then she passed back out. Jake sniffed at the smell of burnt flesh and smiled.

Jake pinched at her burnt clit, rolling it between his thumb and finger. His cock was once more quite hard, and Jake glanced down at the girl's ass, so nicely exposed for him. Smiling, he pulled out his cock, pressing the head of it against her ass. This ought to wake her back up, he thought, then slammed his cock into her, forcing about half his length inside of her ass.

There was really no lubrication to speak of to assist him in his task, so Jake slid out of her ass and plunged back into her pussy, coating his cock with her blood before shoving it back into her ass, this time burying it completely. The girl yelped beneath him, then cried out. Savagely he fucked her ass, forcing each penetration as deep and hard as he could manage. She bounced slightly, held tight by the ropes from moving too much, with each thrust. Her mouth was twisted into a grimace of pain and she continued yelping. Jake scratched at her thighs as he fucked her, tearing into her skin, leaving welts and slices behind.

Jake grunted--her ass was so tight. He hadn't expected that. Shit, slut that she was, he was surprised she could feel it. He wrapped his hands around her thighs, his fingers digging in, and pounded his cock into the girl. Finally, friction won out. Jake yelled out as he felt himself about to come, then withdrew from her ass and lifted himself slightly, and pushed his cock against the girl's mouth. She opened compliantly, which Jake thought was smart, and he let loose a stream of jism, sliding his cock to the back of her throat and coating her mouth with his seed. He held her by her neck, his cock deep in her mouth, until he was sure she had been forced to swallow every drop.

"Good girl," he said, wiping his dick on her cheek. A small trail of sperm hung from his cock to her lips.

Jake eyed her for a moment, catching his breath, then ripped the tape off her eyes. She winced and closed her eyes tight, the light from the lantern bright and painful.

"Now, this is what's going to happen," he said to the girl, "I am going to untie you, and you aren't gonna give me any problems. Understand?"

She sat there, stunned and silent. Jake kicked out at her, his boot striking hard against the girl's side. She howled in pain and nodded, over and over, her head just shaking up and down until she could choke out a sobbing "yes".

"See, I told you that you were a good girl." Jake replied, smiling at her. He picked up his gun and returned to the girl, showing it to her. Slowly he pressed it against her temple, watching as the terror filled her eyes and the panic took over her features.

Jake loosened her ankles and wrists, keeping the gun pressed against her head. Once she was freed, he twisted his hand in her hair viciously, yanking the girl up slightly.

"On your knees, bitch." He said.

The girl scrambled to comply, every movement she made reawakening the pain in her body. Her side ached and she was still trying to catch her breath from his kick. Her burnt and cut pussy stung, a small amount of blood still ran down her thighs. She got on her knees before Jake, her head bowed, her spirit broken, and just waited for him to do whatever it was he was going to do.

Jake reached out and gently pet at the girl's hair. He placed a finger beneath her chin and pulled her head up to face him. He looked deep into her eyes for a moment before speaking. "Tell me, do you give good head?" he asked.

The girl just nodded, staring back at him. She couldn't fight anymore; he simply was stronger. She barely could maintain eye contact with him.

"Well, we'll see, won't we?" He mused. "Now I want you to suck on my friend here, and I mean real good. You do a good job, and well, I'll reward you. You do bad, well, then, punishment awaits."

The girl looked confused, not understanding what he meant. For a second she panicked--did he mean the dog?

Jake pressed the gun against her lips, saying, "Yes, you'll suck my friend here, but first, I want you to beg. Go on, beg to suck on it, beg to feel the cold metal sliding between your lips."

The girl stared uncomprehending for a moment, doing nothing. Jake pulled back his arm to strike her again, so the girl started begging, hoping to stop the blow before it landed.

"P...please," she started, her voice barely audible, "please let me suck on your gun." Jake held his hand poised to strike, and she glanced at it before hurrying on. "I want to taste it, I want to feel it in my mouth, please let me suck it, please," she finished in a rush, her urgency real in the face of this monster.

"Since you asked so sweetly," Jake said, and grinned, pressing the gun to her lips.

The girl shook before him, her eyes wide and swollen, the tears pouring down her cheeks. Tentatively, she held out her tongue to the barrel of the gun, tasting it. Slowly she lowered her mouth, sliding the gun inside.

"Oh, wait," Jake said, "I forgot something." So saying, Jake pulled the gun back and cocked it. "There, now you can continue."

The girl shook as she resumed her fellatio on the gun. She swirled her tongue around the barrel, she slid her head up and down, fucking her own mouth with the gun.

"That’s it, now look at me while you do this," he added.

She tried to keep her eyes fixed on his as she licked and sucked at the gun. It was so very hard--his eyes seemed to swallow her whole. She couldn't get the thought out of her mind that the gun was loaded. She glanced down for a moment, sobbing slightly under her breath at the sight of his finger tight against the trigger.

Jake knew it wasn't long now. With his spare hand, he pulled his dick back out and stroked at its length, watching the girl's erotic mouth service his pistol. "Yes, that's it, that's it," he mumbled, growing more and more excited. He yanked harder at his cock, the urgency building in him.

He looked down into her eyes, loving the fear he saw there, the helplessness. God, just that look was going to make him cum soon. Smiling, Jake encouraged her.

"Yes, now deeper, take more of it in." The girl complied, gagging slightly. The metal scraped at her cheeks and tongue, it clanged against her teeth. "No teeth," he chuckled. He stroked at himself more, feeling his balls tightening. A drop of pre-cum oozed from the tip of his cock.

Yes, now, now was the time. Staring into the girl's eyes, one hand on his cock, Jake pulled the trigger and came. The report echoed through the canyon. Blood splashed into Jake's face as the girl's head simply disappeared. One minute it's there, the next its not. Her body still moved, spread out on the floor beneath him, jerking in little spasms as blood pumped out from where once her lovely face had been. Still enjoying the waves of his orgasm, Jake reached out a hand and held onto her breast as the last of the seed pumped from his balls.

Jake wiped a hand over his face, wiping some of the blood off, looked at her blood on his hand, and then licked it. He rose, looking about the cabin at the mess he had made, then went to the sink, grabbing out a large carving knife.

As he sunk the blade into her thigh, he thought of all the wonderful meals she would provide for him and Scout. They should get by for a good month before hunger and desire would once more bring the man into the city, searching for a night's pastime and a month's worth of groceries.