JAKE GOES TO TOWN

By Succubus

Heat pressed against him as he sat in the car. At his side, a dog panted, trying to stay cool as the sun magnified its presence through the window glass. Absently, Jake rubbed at the dog's fur, petting him as he watched the shoppers entering and leaving the Food Mart.

A long white skirt caught his interest, thin, sheer, and almost see-through cotton, slung low on a small woman's hips. Her hair was long and dark, almost meeting the skirt at the small of her back, and bounced in time to her steps. A halter top worked as more of a frame than a covering for her pert and friendly nipples.

"See what I mean, boy," he said to Scout, "this place is full of meat." pleased by his humor, Jake chuckled to himself.

Watching the woman's hips sway as she pulled out a cart and entered the store, Jake sipped on a cold iced tea and considered the prospect. It would take a little work, but the payoff seemed more than worth it.

Munching on a piece of jerky he'd made himself, Jake passed the time as he waited for the woman to exit the store. He passed a small piece of jerky to Scout, who showed his appreciation with a friendly lick on Jake's cheek.

Jake amused himself with the knowledge that he could take any woman he wanted, that any woman he saw before him, could be his. He stared at them as they passed his car, wondering if they could feel his eyes eating them up. He felt powerful with the knowledge that he held the key to their lives in his hand, and that should he so choose, each woman he saw could be reduced to tears and holes and pain and blood. He couldn't help but smile at the world which had blessed him so wonderfully.

As he eyed a blonde trotting along with two small children, he spotted his girl leaving the store, hands heavy with bags. Jake started the engine, keeping his eye on her.

And so it was with no surprise that as the woman's Honda pulled out of the lot, Jake and Scout followed not far behind, trailing her car through the streets of suburbia. Always keeping her car in sight, he drove along, his blood already pumping faster, his breath already slightly heavy.

At a typical cul-de-sac in a typical neighborhood, stood her typical house: a one-level ranch style home, affording views of a million other houses exactly like hers. Jake parked slightly down the street, far enough away to not be noticed, but close enough to see her clearly.

He stayed there, for most of the afternoon, watching her house, waiting, wondering if she lived alone or if some idiotic pussy slave would soon be coming home to her. While he waited, he let his imagination play, fantasizing about the look her big brown eyes would have in them when he grabbed her, dreaming of the many ways he would enjoy her tasty little body, teasing from her lips moans and screams. His cock was fairly hard already.

Scout whined and moved about, restless. "Not too much longer now, boy," Jake told him, scrubbing his head with dirty fingernails as the sun began to set behind them. One last ray lit upon the woman's sanctuary, then dimmed as the world slid into shadow and darkness.

Inside her home, the woman shivered.

Full dark had come and still Jake sat outside, waiting for just the right moment. No one else had come to the house. She was all alone. As the neighbor’s lights flicked off, and the area settled into sleep, he silently opened the door to his car and crept toward the woman's backyard, his dog padding softly at his side.

A sliver of moonlight played upon a sliding glass door. Sticking to the shadows and the bushes, Jake approached the house, careful not to snap the twigs underfoot. His breath held, he leaned forward looking into the door. From here. He could see the kitchen and a living room, both dark and empty.

Tugging at the door, he was amazed to find it unlocked. Stupid cunt, thinking she's safe here, with her picket fence and her Honda. Jake smiled and drew a deep breath before slinking through the doorway, Scout close on his heels.

The streetlamps outside cast a soft light through the front windows, just enough light for Jake to steer his way through the house safely. Slowly, he walked through the house, feeling it closing tight around him. He listened intently, pausing every few seconds, hearing only the humming of the refrigerator in the otherwise silent house.

A doorway opened off at the end of the hall, a small light came from inside the room. Standing in the doorway, Jake smiled down at the sight before him. The woman lay sprawled upon her bed, twisted in the sheets. She was on her back, one arm thrown over her face, nipples poking through a thin nightshirt. The sheet lay back, exposing small cotton panties, blue against the whiteness of her hip. He felt his breath catch in his throat, his mouth gone dry.

She was sound asleep, completely unaware of Jake standing over her, of Scout, beside her. Her utter vulnerability in sleep jumped like a shock straight to his dick. He stroked it absently through his jeans, gazing down at the woman, watching her breasts shake slightly with each breath she took.

Careful to stay silent, Jake pulled out a few lengths of rope from his coat pocket. Seeing a clothes hamper nearby, he reached into it and dug around, until his hand came back out clutched around a pair of the woman's dirty underwear.

Now, Jake's mind screamed at him. In one quick movement, Jake threw himself down upon the woman, smashing his weight against her, pinning her to the bed, clapping a hand over her mouth.

Her eyes opened wide, startled and totally lost in confusion and fear. Jake's cock throbbed. Yes, this was what it was all about, he thought, fear me bitch, and face your own stupid hopelessness.

Swiftly, he shoved the panties into her mouth, roughly wrapping a length of rope around her head to keep them in place. Now she was starting to struggle and fight, as awareness of her situation became a full-blown reality. Jake knew time was of the essence; he yanked at the woman's arms, pulling them over her head, wrapping the rough hemp around them. He slid down the bed and captured her ankles, binding them tightly as well.

All trussed up on her pretty quilted bed, his prize squirmed deliciously, her eyes wide and pleading, wet with tears. Scout lapped at her face, licking the tears from her cheeks, the big dog terrifying the woman even more. Smiling, Jake grabbed the woman by the rope at her ankles and dragged her from the bed, letting her thump to the floor.

A load moan issued from beneath the rope and panties, and Jake's blood stirred, the game on now.

He pulled her roughly into the living room, dragging her across the cold wood floor towards her Persian rug. Under her arms, her shirt hiked up, exposing her breasts as she twisted and turned, trying desperately to work herself free. Her bound hands pulled at the rope in her mouth, trying to work it loose. Just when she thought she might have conquered the knot, Jake dropped her feet.

He pulled her arms together above her head, stretching her torso out, then slapped at her face. The shocked woman went silent and still, swallowing hard.

He reached one hand between her thighs, digging his fingers in, and clawed at her cunt. Shoving the panties aside, he grabbed at her pussy, twisting the lips cruelly, pinching them between fingers and thumb. He reached three fingers inside of her, deep. Grabbing a fistful of hair with his other hand, He heaved, rolling the woman onto her belly, using her hair and her cunt as handles.

The woman trembled, her entire body shaking with fear--almost paralyzed from it. It was as if every alarm in her system had gone off at once. She was overloaded, her mind unable to think in a straight line, her body unable to do anything but shake and tremble.

Jake pulled the woman's wrists and ankles towards one another, then tied a rope connecting them. Her body arched beneath him, her thighs straining, heels pressed almost against her ass. He pressed down upon her feet, flattening her more. As her shoulders arched back further, she screamed into her underwear.

Tightly, Jake wrapped the woman in the red and gold Persian rug, rolling her up. Leaving her be for the moment, he walked out the front door, looked around the neighborhood, smiled and strolled to his car. In a matter of seconds, the car was parked in the driveway, only ten feet from her door, and he was staring down at his little pig in the blanket.

Hefting her onto his shoulder, he whistled for Scout, who came running out of the bedroom, a pair of the woman's half chewed underwear hanging from his mouth. Jake laughed, beating his hand against the wiggling bundle on his shoulder.

He dropped her into the trunk, slamming the lid down tight. Before he left, he went back into the woman's house, rooting through the fridge and cupboards. He grabbed a bag of goods: some chips, a steak for Scout, a bottle of wine for himself, and a few cans of soup.

Hopping into the car, he tossed the steak to Scout, and headed out, leaving the pretty streets, the Foodmarts, the cul-de-sacs and the white picket fences far behind. By the time he hit the interstate, he was singing to himself, Dorito's flying from his mouth, Scout howling along beside him. The night welcomed Jake back home.

Stars blinked in the sky, growing ever brighter as the lights of town faded into the deep darkness of the high desert. The modern freeway, five lanes strong by the city, here dwindled to an old two-lane highway, snaking between the mountains. The headlights of Jake's car cut a swath through the night, occasionally lighting the eyes of coyotes as they passed.

Scout panted patiently at his side, his head cocked to the window, his ears ruffling in the wind. Just when it seemed the highway might go on forever into night, a small dirt road opened off between boulders. Yanking on the wheel, Jake spun the car onto the road, his foot heavy on the gas in anticipation, sending up a cloud of dust. Rabbits hopped from the roadway just in the nick of time, their furry bodies humping into the bushes as Jake flew towards his cabin.

The car bounced and jolted along the rutted path. Jake wondered how his treat was enjoying the trip in the trunk and pictured her, wrapped tight in the rug, shaking and sobbing, scared out of her wits. He felt his blood pump faster, his stomach tighten, as the cabin appeared before him.

Dust flew up from around the battered Oldsmobile as Jake slammed his foot down on the brake. Gravel crunched and flew; the car whipped around, fishtailing, then rocked to a stop. The headlights shone as two beams in the dust.

With a cheery yell, Jake hopped from the car, Scout bounding loose right behind. Stretching his back, Jake gazed up at the stars, so much brighter out here than in town. The dog circled his feet as he strolled to the trunk, whistling softly.

The trunk popped open, the rug barely visible in the darkness. Lugging the bundle up out of his trunk, Jake carried it into the beam of the headlights, then dropped it in the rocks and dirt. Another small cloud of dust rose up into the air; a muffled sound issued from the fancy rug.

"That’s right, rise and shine, bitch," Jake mumbled. Grabbing tightly to the edge of the rug, Jake yanked with all his strength.

The woman came rolling out of the rug, to land with a flat thud in the dirt at Jake's feet. Sweat coated her body so that as she rolled in the dirt, her bound limbs in agony, dust stuck to her breasts, her cheeks, her thighs. She writhed on her stomach, legs and wrists still connected by rope, a small drop of blood leaking from the corner of her mouth. Her hair was wet with her sweat, clinging to her face, framing her wide and terrified eyes.

Smiling down at the helpless woman, Jake kicked out at her, driving his boot into her side. An audible grunt sounded from behind the woman's panties, and she writhed, squirming her body about in the gravel, trying to worm herself out of Jake's reach as the pain blossomed up from her gut.

His eyes never leaving the woman's frame, Jake slid a large knife out of his pants, and held it up in the moonlight. The woman stilled, her eyes transfixed on the blade as it danced for her, the headlights playing off it's menacing edge. Her breaths were loud and ragged in the silence of the night.

Jake grabbed the woman by her hair, wrapping its soft length about his hand. Pulling roughly, he forced the woman onto her back, pressing her weight against her already sore legs and arms. Softly she whimpered, her eyes never leaving the fat blade.

As the blade drew nearer and nearer her helpless body, the woman's fear grew, washing over her, taking over her. Her body trembled and shook; tears poured down her cheeks as desperate little noises issued from behind her gag. Time had stopped for the woman; everything in her life had come down to one moment--a moment of suspension. It wasn't the events, but the space between. It wasn't what was happening, but the promise of what would happen, held in the forged metal, held in Jake's hand. A promise of pain and fear, a promise of no hope.

It was almost a relief for the woman when the blade finally did dance down, shining and winking at the woman, before drawing a fine line of red across her breast.

Jake delighted in the blood as it came flowing gently from the woman. He cut off what remained of her nightshirt, and tossed it at Scout, who played with it, taking the tattered garment in his jaws and shaking it, growling as his tail wagged in happiness. Her pretty blue panties soon followed, landing in the dirt beside Scout.

As the woman fully realized that her blood was dripping down her sides, she panicked, thrashing about in the dirt, half mad in her futile desperation.

Warming now to his game and ready for more serious fun, Jake grabbed again at the woman's hair, and dragged her through the dirt, across his yard, to a wooden beam that jutted up from the harsh earth. With an extra length of rope, He bound her wrists to the beam, then untied her ankles.

The woman tried to get to her feet, but quickly fell as the blood rushed back into her legs, filling them with cramps. More cries from behind the panties sent a jolt of pleasure through Jake's body.

Jake pulled the woman to her feet, ignoring her shaking and crying. He held her standing by her hair, as he wrapped rough hemp rope around her neck, around the beam, binding her in place, then tied the knot off tightly. Jake reached back his hand and slapped the woman's face, enjoying the way her soft skin gave way under his rough hand.

He left her there, standing, shivering in the moonlight, blood slowly dripping down her breast, off her chin, waiting for his pleasure, and went inside for some toys and light.

The woman's eyes squinted as Jake walked back out of the shack, a torch held high in his hand, it's light blinding in the dark. Jake stuck the torch between some rocks, making sure it fully illuminated the area. The girl watched Jake as he came and went, various strange items in his arms, items she could only block out of her mind--for if she admitted to understanding their uses, she surely would go mad.

Almost as though she was not a part of any of this, she watched as he poured out some charcoal inside a ring of rocks, watched as he soaked it with fluid, watched as the flames rose and danced for her. The flames lit Jake's face, casting shadows upwards across his twisted grin.

The woman shivered and shook, her body covered with goose bumps, her nipples jutting out from her small tits, hard as pebbles, from fear and the cold desert night. Jake absently rubbed his hands over the fire, warming them, as he watched her, anticipating the fun to come.

Jake reached down into the darkness, into a burlap sack, and pulled something out, something which caught the light of the fire as it flashed in his hand. He drew close to the woman, pressing himself against her, rubbing his cock against her through his dirty jeans. His breath was hot and foul in her face; his whiskers scratched at her stinging cheek. He lifted his hand in front of her face, and then opened his fist, showing her what he held within.

Another scream bounced off the useful panties in her mouth. The woman jerked against the rope at her throat, gagging and choking herself with it, as her eyes stared wide at the toy Jake had for her.

A thin dildo rested in Jake's hand, not much thicker than a tapered candle, but just as long. The wicked object sparkled in the firelight; embedded in the vinyl faux-flesh of the toy were dozens of pieces of broken glass. Small shards gleamed like jewels along its length, like glittering teeth smiling before they devoured her.

Jake gently slid the sadistic toy along the woman's side, raking at her skin with the glass, scratching, but just barely. Small red lines followed its trail; shallow little wounds, really. Staring in the woman's face, breathing hard against her cheek, Jake slid the toy down, brushing through her pubic hair with the shards, pressing harder between her thighs.

Desperately the woman squirmed, twisting her body about, trying at all cost to avoid the pain she knew was coming.

Savagely, Jake shoved the toy against her thighs as she held them closed as tight as she could. Roughly he jabbed at her cleft, cutting at her, forcing her thighs to part. As one piece of glass tore the woman's thigh open, she screamed and flinched, giving Jake all the space he needed. Roughly, he shoved the thin dildo between the lips of her cunt, forcing it deep into the woman's womb.

The cry of an animal tore from her lips, gagged or not as Jake cruelly shoved his toy in and out, slicing the woman's pussy to ribbons. A million tiny cuts opened beneath the onslaught, none enough to really damage her, all enough to make her bleed. Jake's cock throbbed against his jeans as the woman's blood began to coat his hand.

Her legs kicked and squirmed, but Jake kept his body pressed firmly against the woman, the rope at her neck kept her pinned in place, as he fucked at her. His bicep and forearm bulged with his efforts, thrusting into the woman with enough force to make her jump at every entry. As his cock twitched again and her thighs dripped with blood, Jake felt his lust rising.

He held the wicked toy deep inside the tiptoed woman and spun it, back and forth, twisting it inside of her, picturing in his mind the glass ripping at her tender flesh. With his free hand, Jake slid down his fly, pulling his dick out.

Roughly he removed the gruesome toy from the woman's bleeding snatch and tossed it into the dirt at their feet. In one moment he was inside of her, filling her juicy slit with his cock, shoving himself in deep, coating himself with her blood.

Her body was rigid against him in its pain. He thrust into her harder, twisting his weight this way and that, grabbing her ass into his hands, pulling her pussy to him. He bounced off her with each thrust, feeling her body hitting the beam, hearing her guttural cry in cadence with his movements. His balls felt the hot wetness of her blood as it coated them.

Jake dug his fingers into her ass, his jagged nails slicing her, and came, mixing his seed with her blood, salting her wounds. She sobbed as she felt the sting, sobbed as she realized how hopeless she was. As he withdrew, Jake's sperm flowed down her thighs in small rivulets, washing the blood to light pink where it passed. The woman hung from the beam, crying in her defeat.

Jake stood before the woman, his dick softening, and caught his breath, smiling up at the night sky. These were the moments he lived for: a juicy slut in front of him, the night laid out before him--nothing but him and Scout and the firelight.

Eyeing the girl, he thought for a moment, then smiled. He untied the woman's wrists, but only briefly, then retied them to the rope at her neck, making that bondage all the tighter. Already she was gasping, but she could still breath. Jake wrapped some rope around her waist, securing her tightly to the beam. He grabbed one of her ankles, pulled it up and around behind her, then did the same to the other side, and tied them together to the beam.

She hung in an agony of pain, her weight on her ribs, on her wrists, on her throat. Her arms pulled so that her breasts thrust straight out at Jake, tempting and taunting him. The mound of her cunt pushed out towards him as her ass was pressed tight to the beam, her thighs locked apart.

Playfully, Jake slapped at her breasts, enjoying the white handprint that appeared with each slap, appreciating the wiggle that ran through her body in response. Over and over he slapped at her breasts, the sting like heat to her. Harder and harder he slapped, making her tightly bound body bounce. And that’s when she started to slip.

Inch by inch, blow by blow, she started to slide slightly down the beam, the ropes working their way across the splintered wood, her weight rocking them down and down. Needles of old wood stabbed into her skin, tattooed her back and ass, cut at her thighs, cruelly wrapped as they were against the wood.

Her tears dripped onto her breasts, and he kept slapping, using all of his strength now, seeing if maybe he could slap her tits right off of her. He giggled in his glee.

Finally the woman's body stopped sliding, as her knees came to rest upon the ground. She hung her head, sobbing, her eyes seeing nothing through her tears. Every attempt to struggle against the ropes only brought her more pain.

She was crying for a moment before she realized Jake had left her alone. Through blurry eyes she looked around, shuddering as she saw his dark form leaning over the charcoal.

Lifting gently and carefully with a pair of tongs, Jake pulled a piece of glowing charcoal from the pit and turned toward the woman. He wore his best smile as he walked in front of her: a big toothy grin he felt deep inside. He held the tongs to her face.

Frantically the woman squirmed, her body doing not much more than shaking in her efforts; the coal glowed, reflected in her huge eyes. Jake slowly moved the coal lower, letting the heat of it caress her skin. An inch from her body, its heat was blistering. He stopped, keeping it near her shoulder, loving the way she shook more and more, the way the noises came, more desperate and inhuman from behind the pretty panties in her lips. Her skin turned angry red, raising, blistering, before he slid the coal lower.

He circled one breast with the coal, making slow lazy swirls, then touched the coal for one instant to the woman's nipple. Her body rocked and locked, her muscles tensing all at once, her body tight with horrifying pain. Jake touched out at the nipple again, and was rewarded with more pitiful screams from the girl. He smelled the burnt flesh of her nipple. Touching a third time, he heard as it sizzled.

Chuckling to himself, Jake moved his tongs down, loving the way the woman panicked and writhed, thinking she'd next feel the coal burning at her cunt. Instead, Jake placed the coal on the ground between her knees, then rose, tongs in hand.

He returned to the fire, grabbing up another red-hot coal. The Kingsford was almost perfect now, much of it slightly ashed over, very little of it black any longer. Perfect for barbequing. He placed the second coal between the woman's thighs next to the first, then went back for more.

The woman watched him in horror, not wanting to face the reality of what Jake was doing. Piece by piece she watched the coals being placed between her tender thighs; moment by moment she felt the heat increase.

Just a small amount was all that was needed--maybe 10 coals in all. They weren't burning her, but the heat was uncomfortable, and growing stronger with each minute that passed. Jake sat back and watched, his hand rubbing once more at his cock, the air just barely tinged with the scent of burning hair.

Heat emanated from the coals in waves, steady and unceasing, licking up the woman's thighs, kissing at them. She shook against the beam, pleading into the gag with words that wouldn't have made sense even if they had been heard.

The coals lit her from beneath, showing the red glow on her thighs. Sweat started to pop out across the woman's body.

Jake realized that in the position she was in, her thighs were taking the brunt of the heat. Snapping his fingers in eureka, he strolled to the beam. In a flash, he had freed both her feet.

Amazed, the woman scrambled her legs around, putting her feet firmly on the dirt and pushing her hips up as high as she could, which wasn't much higher than they'd been before, since more rope still held her waist to the beam. Her momentary relief soon turned to despair as it dawned on her that the only purpose served was to open her thighs further to the heat.

She sobbed and yelled into her sopping wet panties, the tears and sweat rolling down her as one.

Jake grinned at the woman's predicament, enjoying the sight as she squirmed her legs about, trying to find some way to protect herself from the incessant heat. All she really managed to do was rock herself an inch or two lower down the beam, bringing her pussy just that much closer to the coals. As she realized what she'd done, her eyes grew wide and poured out tears of utter frustration.

Leaning down low, Jake sucked on her nipple, tasting the burnt flesh, chewing on the tortured girl. He'd give to her a nightmare with no end.

Jake felt the girl go limp as he nursed, and knew that she'd passed out. Not so bad, considering what she'd been through so far. But he'd only begun. Her head hung limp against the rope; the hemp dug into the tender skin of her throat. Jake untied the girl’s neck, but left her hands fastened to the beam.

From out of his sack of goodies came an eyebolt. This he screwed into the beam above where her hands were tied, then he hooked her hands to it. Now he knew she'd slip no further, as her arms were stretched as far up as he could pull. He could see the rope about her waist digging into her.

Working quickly so as to be done before she came to, Jake ran and grabbed a sawhorse, placing it across the coals from the girl. Carefully he tied the woman's legs to each side of the sawhorse, stretching them out away from her. Now she sat, a foot and a half above the coals, her pussy directly above them.

Jake slapped at the woman, but it took four tries to get a moan and a flutter of her eyes. Slap number five brought her back to earth--back to hell, really. Jake smiled.

Reality hit the woman suddenly, landing on her with a force that could be felt. Heat pressed and pushed at her cunt. She felt herself flexing her ass, wiggling, trying to create a breeze, trying to cool her burning flesh.

Jake grabbed his knife and cut the rope gagging the woman, then pulled her panties out, tossing them towards Scout who still chewed happily at the woman's shirt. Groaning guttural screams tore from the woman's throat, the wrecked remnants of her now freed voice.

At the height of the woman's desperate cries, Jake shoved his cock deep into the woman's throat, gagging her with it, forcing her to swallow her screams. And still the heat rose up against her cunt.

Placing his hand against her throat, Jake could feel it bulge as his cock forced it's way inside. Pleasure coursed through his body as her muscles gagged and squeezed at him, milking his cock in it's attempts to get air. Jake moaned out loud, twisting the woman's hair around his hand, settling into a rhythm as he fucked her face.

The pain from the coals was intense, and growing worse and worse. She could feel her skin blistering on her thighs, could feel the lips of her pussy swell and sting, could feel her ass starting to cook. She couldn't stop screaming, couldn't stop the pain. Jake bounced her head against the beam, shoving his length into her throat over and over.

With one thrust, he buried his length in her throat and stayed there, feeling her muscles spasm around his cock, knowing she couldn't breath. He remembered the coals, hot under her pussy, and spewed his sperm deep into the woman's throat, not withdrawing until the last drop had slid down.

Panting slightly from his efforts, Jake let his softening cock slide from the woman's mouth, followed by a trail of drool. His cock slid over the woman's cheek as he wiped it clean on her face. Jake smiled down at the pathetic bitch, wiping the sweat off his face with his forearm. He stood back for a moment, catching his breath.

With the ever-sharp hunting knife, Jake sliced through the ropes binding the woman's legs, then her wrists, freeing her. Madly she scrambled, trying to put her hands and feet down before she slid on top of the glowing coals. She pressed her palms down, arching her body to avoid the heat, and yelped, finding a loose coal under one hand. As she jumped from the burn, Jake found himself amused and thinking she looked like that old saying: cat on a hot tin roof.

Grabbing up a fistful of the poor woman's hair, Jake yanked hard, pulling the woman to him, wrapping his arms around her tight, squeezing her body against him. Exhausted already, the woman did not struggle.

The look in her eyes was half dead as Jake amused himself by kissing the girl, his hands kneading her half barbequed ass cheeks while his tongue explored her mouth. Roughly he dug his fingers in, pinching and rolling her flesh in his hands. He pulled on her cheeks, and pressed his fingers against her anus, wiggling one finger to try and push it inside the woman. Once more, she began to squirm and struggle, though her efforts were so weak Jake barely noticed.

Roughly he forced his finger inside the woman's ass, prodding deeper and deeper, while his face loomed over her, his mouth inescapable. Tears rolled down his sweet victim's cheeks, and Jake was there to gladly lick and taste them.

Encircling her waist with one hand, Jake drew her back slightly, then balled up his free fist and sent it flying into the woman's abdomen. Her mouth went wide in an 'O' of surprise, the air rushed out of her mouth, and the woman bent, folded over Jake's fist. Jake yanked again at her hair, and then threw her to the dirt.

Frantically the woman gasped for air, her stomach cramped from the blow. She crawled uselessly upon the ground, dragging her body in the gravel and dirt. A sudden kick to the side brought the woman spinning around onto her back, and in an instant Jake had thrown himself down upon her.

Roughly he pushed the woman's legs back, forcing them wide open, lifting her ass slightly, digging her back into the rocks beneath. He lowered his head to her breasts and suckled on her nipples, nursing with horrid strength and urgency. Wickedly he bit at her, his teeth leaving first white, then angry red marks upon her once lovely tits.

So sweetly she squirmed beneath him, so pretty were her tearstained eyes, puffy lips, streaked cheeks. Jake's cock stood once more, hungry for the girl's flesh.

He rocked his hips, pressing his cock against her tortured cunt, smashing the tender skin against his dirty jeans. Reaching down between their bodies, Jake freed his throbbing member, and then placed it against the woman's ass. Grabbing up a handful of her hair, one hand on the woman's hip, Jake arched his back and forced himself deep into her ass.

The woman's body went taut with the pain. Her wide eyes stared up at Jake's twisted grin in unseeing agony. Jake delighted in the feel of her tight ass, squeezing and clenching his cock. She was so tight, so hot. Savagely Jake pounded into her, twisting his hips as he drove his cock as deep as possible, trying to hurt her as much as he could with each stroke.

The firelight moved upon their forms, raising shadows to dance along side them. Orange glow lit upon Jake's twisted lust filled grin, and the woman knew him to be the Devil incarnate. Even her worst nightmare had not come close to this night's reality.

The woman's screams were rasping things, hardly enough noise to bother Scout, even, who lie nearby, chewing on the woman's clothes and watching his master's play curiously.

Jake's orgasm announced itself with a roar. Fucking deep into the woman's ass, Jake held himself there, and sprayed his seed deep inside.

Jake slid himself off of the woman, his breath heavy, his body still humming from the pleasure. Sliding his cock back into his dirty jeans, he looked down at the pitiful creature, feeling nothing but slightly tired.

Absently, Jake kicked out at her, sinking his boot into the woman's gut. A whooshing sound and a grunt were all the woman could manage in response. It was time.

Grabbing up his trusty knife once more, Jake approached the woman, pausing once more to implant upon his mind the image of her shaking, helpless body in the dirt beneath him.

He placed the point of the knife above the woman's pubic mound, and slowly pressed it in. The woman's efforts to fight were feeble and useless. Carefully, Jake sliced upwards across the woman's body, cutting her open. The woman's breath came raggedly to him, uneven, irregular. Reaching inside the torn and bloody girl, Jake pulled at her organs, grabbing in his hand her intestines, and pulling them through the wound he'd made. Still the woman lived, her body shaking and jerking in shock and pain.

A shrill whistle broke the night, and over trotted Scout. "Good boy, go ahead boy," Jake said.

Sniffling and snuffling, Scout approached the girl. His tongue licked out at her face and the woman made a funny sound. Sniffing more, Scout lowered his head, towards the warmth and flesh and blood that spilled from the woman's body. Pressing his nose against the wound, Scout found quite a treat waiting for him.

Scout licked, then bit at the woman's intestines. Growling low, the dog yanked, jerking his head. More blood poured from the woman as Scout began to eat. Jake's hearty laugh was the last thing she heard.

Jake rubbed his hands together in anticipation. After all, he'd worked up quite an appetite.