Stopping By The Woods

By Succubus

A scream echoed through the woods, scattering the animals that lived nearby. Within an old barn a lantern hung, a slight breeze blew it back and forth so it's light swayed in the tumbled down building. The air was thick with the rank smell of mud and old manure; mold grew up the partial stone walls. Alone amid a heap of hay and dust squirmed a young woman. Her eyes were wide and terrified, fixed on the figure of a man.

He walked up to her, grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head to the side, pulling her up to her knees. His other hand lashed out and slapped at her face with startling intensity. A huge red handprint immediately appeared on her cheek and her eyes filled with tears. The girl began to tremble; her bottom lip shook in a way that let the man know he had chosen her well. With a cold smile he slapped the woman again, delighting in her cry.

"Please," she whispered. His eyes latched onto that bottom lip. "Please don't do this, please...,” she begged, her eyes filling with more and more tears. She yanked and struggled uselessly against the rope that held her hands tightly bound behind her.

"You look lovely like this," he said, his voice soft and low as he moved his head close to hers. His tongue snaked out and licked at the tears as they coursed over the handprint he had made. Delicious. The girl shivered and closed her eyes tight.

They opened again, wide, as the cold steel slid over her skin, it's touch like ice. He watched her breasts thrust out as she sucked in a breath and held it. Just her sobs had her breasts bouncing slightly. He ran the knife across her cheek, down and over her neck. He pressed it into the hollow of her throat and watched the panic rise up in her. His cock throbbed within his pants. She started to beg some more. He ripped a piece off her already torn and ripped shirt and shoved it into her mouth to muffle the screams somewhat. Not that he had to worry about anyone hearing. No one would hear a thing out here. He didn't want his concentration ruined by her noise, though.

She shook her head and tried to keep her mouth shut tight, but he pressed the knife into her again. With another wrenching sob she opened her mouth, finally realizing the hopelessness of her situation. The blade slid lower, across her collarbone, and between her breasts. He held the point at the valley between her breasts, the weight of the knife pressing against the point. He smiled again and spun the knife, watching closely as a small bead of blood appeared. His tongue licked at the blood and he seemed to savor it. The woman shivered.

The man rose, his foot kicked out and the woman toppled into the hay and dirt, her back arched up from her pinned arms behind her. She watched him horrified as he lowered his pants; his throbbing cock filled his hand as he leered at her.

She began to scream again, but the cloth muffled most of it. Her whole body was red from her struggles and a thin sheen of sweat coated her. He approached her, his fingers twirling the knife playfully, his eyes fixed on her, his other hand stroking at his dick. He crawled up her body as a lover would, kissing slow and gentle, his lips trailing their way up her body. And behind them, the knife, it's sharp edge slicing slightly into her skin, surface wounds, but enough to sting, to bleed. She screamed and struggled, her body twisting under his, increasing his pleasure. He licked at some of the blood.

His face now loomed over hers, his cruel eyes and cold smile filled her vision. He thrust himself into her; his hard shaft stretched her pussy around him, forcing her to take all of him. He slowly slid in and out of her, his rhythm steady, hypnotic. The blade pressed against her throat and he told her to look at him, no matter what, look at him. She sobbed more; her face, neck, and hair were wet from her tears. It was the hardest thing she'd ever done; he eyed her with such scrutiny. Relentlessly he fucked her, his thrusts gentle, stirring her arousal. Despite her fear, her revulsion, despite herself, he was forcing her to feel pleasure. Her blood and their sweat mingled as they moved together.

His hands roved over her body as he raped her, his touches were aimed at her pleasure. He tossed aside the knife, his lips latched onto her and he kissed her, his tongue licking at the cloth in her mouth. Deft fingers toyed with her clit, sparking electric feelings in her pussy. His mouth moved lower, licking at her nipples, teasing them, tasting them. They hardened under his attentions, stretching and tightening. He thrust into her more, his thrusts slightly faster, slightly more urgent. She reacted to his urgency with a moan she couldn't quite hide. He smiled and fucked into her harder, increasing his rhythm.

A guttural cry came from deep in her throat as his teeth sank into her nipple. He lifted his head and smiled at her; blood dripped from his chin. His head lowered and he fixed his mouth onto her torn nipple, sucking the blood from the wound he had made. His tongue twirled in the blood, flicking at the ripped flesh. She screamed into the gag and moaned, but he could also feel her pleasure. It was apparent by the wetness of her cunt, by the squeezing of her pussy.

He slammed his cock into her harder and harder. Little yelps came from beneath the woman's gag with every savage thrust. She bounced as he fucked her, his hips slammed against hers. He felt her body as she tensed and knew she was about to orgasm. Now was the time, the urgency of his pleasure made certain of that. He reached out beside him and gathered up the extra rope that dangled from her bound hands. With a look of enormous desire and tenderness, he slid the rope about her neck. The woman panicked for a moment, but then, a strange sort of peace seemed to come over her features as she realized her fate was sealed.

With deliberate slowness he tightened the rope.

He pounded his cock into her over and over again and felt as her cunt clamped down around him. She thrashed in her orgasm, her mind gone and overwhelmed with the greatest pleasure she'd ever felt. The rope tightened around her neck even more and she gulped her final breaths. Still he thrust into her, over and over. Her legs began to kick, her body twisted under him, thrashing as it fought for life.

Her movements thrust him into her more, made him fuck her more savagely. Her eyes flew open again, her face was red and filled with terror, but he could still feel her juices as they flowed down onto his balls.

His teeth found the other breast and he bit fiercely, tearing her flesh open so as to let her blood wash once more into his mouth before death cooled its taste. He felt her shudder as she died.

His cock pulsed then throbbed; hot seed filled her womb.

He lie there for some time, kissing her, fondling her. He licked the blood from her skin where it had dripped down. His hands ran over the rope and felt the contrast of her silky skin and the rough hemp rope. She really did look lovely this way. With a sigh he rose and dressed. He always hated to leave them.

As he walked off into the night, the creatures came to gather and see what lie in the straw in the old barn...what meal was sitting under the swaying lantern in the night.