ANNA...PART II

By Succubus


I awoke stiff and sore, startled awake by a noise nearby, slammed full force back into the horror of my life. I pulled on my arms, my movements stirring feeling in them, pins and needles joining the aches. I moaned, peering into the darkness for signs of my captor. He was there, asleep against a tree, a smoldering fire at his feet. I heard the noise again, my heart jumping into my chest...the dogs! Crying out, I kicked at the ground, hissing to try and awaken the snoring farmer. It finally worked and he stirred, grinning at me.

"Please! We must go, the soldiers...." I whispered as loud as I could, panic edging my voice.

"Now, now," he replied, "I know they are coming. I informed them about you." He grinned at me evilly. "They will pay me well for you. Still, I think I'd like a little more before they pick you up."

So saying, he lumbered over to me, his form seeming even more massive and towering in the darkness. He licked his lips, grinning down at me, his eyes full of lust. His eyes never left mine as he reached down, pulling out his cock, it's thick bulbous head catching what small light the moon could offer. I shuddered, remembering the torments he had already visited me with, the pain his member had already caused me. Holding my head, he pushed his cock against my lips, yanking on my hair when I didn't readily open my mouth to him.

"Suck it, bitch!" he commanded, thrusting it against my lips, bruising them. I opened my lips with revulsion, certain that I was going to vomit.  He slid into my mouth, my lips stretching around him, and the taste of him made me retch. Holding my head tightly, he rocked his hips, fucking into my mouth, his cock hitting the back of my throat, gagging me with each stroke. Grunting, he smiled down at me, pulling his cock from my lips. I clamped my mouth shut, knowing if I didn't I really would vomit. Pulling on my feet, he tried to lay me down, the ropes pulling at my arms painfully.

"Please, my arms, they hurt so..." I pleaded, "I promise, I will not try to escape, just please, free them." Grinning, he leans down, grabbing my hair roughly in one hand as he untied my arms.

With a laugh, he climbed onto me, smashing my breasts with his chest, his weight solidly pinning me beneath him. Groaning, I felt him move around, adjusting himself until, yet again, his cock is pressing against the sore lips of my pussy, seeking entrance. With a grunt and a lunge, he buried himself in me, the pain of his entry no less than it had been yesterday. I bit down on my lips hard, tasting my own blood, not wanting to make any sound that the soldiers may hear. He pounded into me relentlessly, his breath hot against my chest. He used his cock like a sword, stabbing at me, groaning with each whimper I make. My cunt was stretched to the limit around him, his thick cock scraping the dry walls. Tears spilled from my eyes, and I looked up into the branches hanging over us, seeking any escape I could find, trying to will myself anywhere but here.

My aching arms laid limply on the ground.  One hand kept bumping into something with each brutal thrust he pummeled me with. I grabbed it up with my hand, running my fingers around it, realizing it is only a stick. I grinned, and then grimaced as a particularly fierce and painful thrust hit my cervix.

Squeezing the stick tightly, I made up my mind then, and drove the stick into the farmer’s neck, surprising him in his lust. He looked at me with wide shock-filled eyes, not quite believing what I had done, and I smiled at him, a feral smile full of pure hatred. Blood splashed onto my face as I pulled the stick out, driving it back into his neck a second time. I licked my lips, his blood hot and salty as it continued to flow on me.

Every horror I had witnessed and been subjected to welled up in me, and I just kept driving the stick into his neck over and over, a low growl in my throat. I didn't see him any longer, but instead, saw my mother's bruised and battered body, the ground soaking up her blood as she died. I thrust more savagely, ripping at his neck, wanting to punish him for every evil that had been committed. I wanted to rape him and demolish him with this stick the way he had done to me, the way the soldiers had done to my mother and friends.

I didn’t know when it was he died. I had come back to my senses, my hand freezing in mid stroke, as I realized he was dead. I rolled his body off of me, stumbling to my feet, giddy and giggling at the sight of his now limp cock.

I knew I didn't have much time; the soldiers were bound to arrive soon. The sounds of the dogs echoed my concerns. Wiping the blood from my face on the farmer's shirt, I dropped the stick onto his chest and fled into the night.