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Tyr ~ Running from Destiny ~ D.E.666

Jewel felt him bring his cock to her pussy, lining himself up with her. When he thrust into her, she gave a short scream before closing her eyes tightly. She felt him grab her slender waist as he began fucking her hard and fast, gritting her teeth as she stifled a sob. Her grip on the edge of the tub tightened as he pounded in and out of her, causing her body to jerk forward each time his hips connected with hers, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. The young woman was lucky that their bodies had been wet because if they hadn't, he would of torn her open with his thrusts. His movements caused the water in the bath to slock around their legs, some of it going over the edge of the tub and splashing all over the floor. As he fucked her, Jewel couldn't help but wish that Charlie was there, her tears slowly spilling over as she did her best to remain standing.
 
John used her, used his whore, his cock pummeling her pussy over and over again. His balls slaps into her as he pounded into her over and over again. Before, he had doubts, he questioned this relationship, but now it was all so clear. If she was laughing or crying didn’t matter, a whore was to be used, and when he gave her a little money later, she’d be happy. The only thing he’d need to do was keep her away from other guys or she have her legs spread wide as the barn doors at the first sign of coin, he knew that for sure. The real solution was to get her away from everyone else, and she’d be his perfect little whore. So John mounted her, thrusting his shaft deep and hard into Jewel, while he came up with a plan.

Oh yeah, oh yeah darling that feels so good. I’ve missed fucking you. You know how many times I was in the wild, all alone, and I knew if I found enough gold, I could come back and fuck you.
 
Jewel's knuckles turned white as he thrust hard and deep in and out of her, grunting softly each time her body jerked forward. Her breasts swayed with his thrusts and some more tears dripped down her cheeks. The woman bit her lip, forcing herself not to sob as she stood there. She closed her eyes and lifting one hand wiped her face before grasping the edge of the tub again as he thrust deeper and harder, causing her to cry out in surprise. As he spoke, she opened her eyes and stared at the wall as she grunted again. All she could really think was wonder what she had done that set him off and got him so angry with her in order to cause him to treat her in such a manner.
 
John could feel it building, the amazing sensation that all men felt when having a woman. The sensation was as undeniable as the sun rising. John, grunted and groaned as he fucked Jewel, hammering her pussy with his hardness. If she was enjoying it or not was irrelevant and superfluous, all that mattered to John was the impending euphoric release. Such a simple thing, and yet so powerful and so desirable, that it should never be denied, and now that he had his own personal whore, it never would be.

Oh YES! I’m cummming!!

John growled as he began to cum. His pulsing length dispenses his load deep into Jewel. John hands digging in as he pushes as deep as he can go, and holds onto her as he pumps his seed into her, such the perfect carnal taking.
 
Jewel's occasional grunt and cries increased as he fucked her deep, hard and relentlessly. She had been with John so many times that she knew by the sound of his grunts and groans that he was getting closer and closer to cumming and it made her heart thud wildly against her ribcage. She didn't have anything to keep herself from getting pregnant but she was scared to say anything for fear of setting him off again. When he thrust deep inside of her while digging his hands into her hips, she cried out loudly and her cheeks flushed a deep red, her body trembling a little. She could feel the pain of his fingers digging into her flesh and the soreness from his rough and almost violent fucking rushing through her.
 
John having satisfied himself with Jewel’s body, just slaps her ass and sits back down in the tub to wash off the residue of his fun. He didn’t ask if she was satisfied, or if he could do something to get her off, as it was irrelevant. Such things may have been worth considering if she were a woman, but she wasn’t she was a whore.

Why don’t we finish cleaning up, and we can head to bed, I think we both of us are tired and could use the rest.

The statement simply matter of fact, without anger or compassion.

Outside town Charlie comes to a halt. At first he was going to rush into town and simply do as he had before and drag his prey off, but thinking about it he realized that plan was fraught with peril. More than likely the local sheriff had been contacted, and just storming the local inn would only end up in a gun battle, which might not go so well for him, as he wasn’t a local, and he was only one man. So instead he found a nice spot outside town to camp, and would head into town in the morning, hoping to catch them off guard, plus he was exhausted.
 
Jewel flinched when he slapped her ass and she slowly lowers herself so she was sitting down again. Reaching out, she grabbed one of the bars of soap and began washing herself as John began speaking. She didn't say anything as she scrubbed all of the dirt and grime from her skin before cleaning herself of Johns cum, silently preying to herself that there was enough of her medicine still in her system t keep her from getting pregnant. None of the men knew she took it and she'd rather keep it that way, but if she had to, she'd tell John.

After she finished washing herself, Jewel rinsed off her skin. There was an occasional patch of red from where she scrubbed a little too hard, but she ignored that. Lifting her hand, she unwrapped it and began cleaning the raw skin there. Once completely clean, Jewel stood up and grabbed one of the towels before stepping out of the tub carefully and sitting in one of the small chairs in the room as she began drying off.
 
John stepped out of the tub, the warm water and sex having taken the tension out of his body, but having done little to delay his need for sleep. Taking up one of the towels, he dried himself and smiled, because everything was now making sense and working out so well.

Well we should hit the sack; I think we should be heading out as soon as possible. Even though I doubt he followed us, we need to put some more distance. I have a cabin a few hours out of town, and no one will bother us there. I know the terrain better than anyone, and we should be safe. I think he’ll give up soon enough and look for another target, so all we have to do is hold up, and wait.

Not dressing, John just stepped over to the bed, still naked and climbed in. He knew soon enough he would be fast asleep, and Jewel knew he’d be deeply snoring.
 
Jewel just remained silent as he spoke, keeping her head bowed as she slowly and carefully dried herself off, wincing when she touched her bruises. "O-of course John." she whispered to him. From the corner of her eye, she watched John climb into the bed and she swallowed nervously as she dried off her hair. When he began snoring, she looked at the door of the room, wanting to run but if she were caught by one of the men in the inn, they could do the same to her that John had just done and the thought of it made her body tense and she swallowed again. Reluctantly, she slowly moved over to the bed and laid down, curling up near the edge of it, though close enough to him so he wouldn't think she didn't want to sleep in the same bed as him.
 
John was tired so his sleep was deep, though it was actively filled with dreams of Jewel, and their new future together. That future was one were John took full advantage of having a whore for a wife. So it wasn’t surprising when the sun rose in the room, that he awoke with a hard on and a desire to quench it. Never asking or thinking there was any reason to ask, he rolled over, Jewel’s back to him, and began to slide closer. Reaching down he grab his throbbing member, while his other hand moves her legs so he would have access to her body and more specifically her sex. That she was ready or not ready really was of no concern, a whore was always ready, and now that she was going to be his woman, it was her duty, just that simple thought John. So from behind, and in the spooning position, John prepares to spear his with his engorged shaft.
 
Because this is the first comfortable bed she'd slept in in several days, she slept rather deeply though it wasn't too peaceful. Her sleep with disturbed by dreams. In the morning, when John woke and grabbed her, Jewel didn't wake up right away though she began stirring as he moved her legs. The young woman softly groaned and closed her eyes a little tighter as John parted her legs and exposed her sex. Because of how rough he was the night before, Jewel had a new spattering of dark bruises along her hips and waist. The young woman blinked tiredly as she woke up some more and she looked around the room in confusion before the past days events began to come back to her bit by bit.
 
So John brought his morning wood up and between her legs, and began to rub it against her sex. One hand helped part her legs as the other guided his cock. His need was strong, and how that he had his own personal whore, he wouldn’t have to deny it ever. So he began to push his cock against her pussy, hoping to bury every inch into her, to once again feel her sex wrapped around his shaft. That she was bruised or battered now mattered little as his expectations for her were single minded. What other purpose could she serve but this one?
 
As John parted her legs and began guiding his cock into her, Jewel woke up more and she made a soft, slightly strangled noise of pain as he began pushing into her. Jewel closed her eyes tightly as her hands gripped the bedsheets and the pillow tightly. As he went deeper, she bit her lip and whimpered in pain and discomfort as he pushed his rigid cock into her bruised and sore sex, her body fighting to keep him out but he was able to push his way into her anyways.
 
John took her, burying his morning wood into his personal whore. He didn’t reach around, or make any effort to stimulate her, as she was now just an object for his gratification.

Oh fuck! You’re so fucking tight!

His hips were already rotating as he began to stroke in and out of her, using his strength to get exactly what he wanted. All he wanted was relief, so he quickly ramped up the pace and force of his thrusting, simply just using her body.

Shit! I could wake up every morning to do this. I’m so fucking going to enjoying waking up with you baby!

Again and again he jammed his cock into her, taking from her what he wanted, his engorged cock disappearing into her pussy with almost brutal force.
 
Jewel closed her eyes tightly as he buried himself into her mercilessly, soft sounds of pain escaping her. "Y-you're hurting me." she whimpered to him but his words drowned her own out. She closed her eyes tightly and bit her lip as he began rotating his hips and thrusting against her. As he thrust harder against her, she cried out and her small hands clutched the sheets of the bed tightly. As he got faster, she cried out and turned her head, burying her face into the pillow beneath her head as tears stung her eyes. The young woman cried out even louder as he jammed himself into her harder and harder, his cock ravaging her bruised and sore pussy. Each time he thrust into her, her body jerked slightly and she whimpered as she closed her eyes tighter.
 
John used the harlot, ignoring her pathetic pleas, like they mattered. A whore was to be used at a man’s convenience, and that convenience was right now for John. He was already hard, and the natural tightness brought on by her lack of lubrication and the primal nature of this assault was bringing John fast to a conclusion. His balls slapped into her body and as his arms held her in position, satiating his lust with her body. Again and again he fucked her hard and fast, his pulsing length drilling into her young tight pussy, her sexy body now his to do with as he pleased.

I’m almost there slut!

John just kept hammering her, the feeling of his balls tightening as he got closer and closer. Finally, he couldn’t take and more, and he howled as his cock began to fill her pussy full of his hot sticky seed. He just kept fucking her like an animal.
 
Jewel closed her eyes tighter as he continued fucking her. She wanted to cry out and call for help but since she'd willingly come with him and she didn't want to take the chance of anyone else joining in on Johns fun. She could feel every inch of his cock as he plunged it into her over and over again, his balls slapping against her. As he held her still, she forced her sob back, being held like he was making her feel worse. As he spoke, a tear finally spilled over and ran down her cheek before being soaked into the pillow. Not long later she heard his cry before feeling his hot seed filling her while he just continued to fuck her. She sobbed again as she buried her face deep into the pillow beneath her head, the fabric continuing to soak up her tears.
 
John withdrew his spent appendage from between her legs, wiping it off on her ass and then the bed sheets, just before he rolls out of bed. His eyes cast around, as he picks up his various articles of clothing and proceeds to put them on.

Come on, get your ass out of bed, the fun is over, we have to get going.

John slaps her ass, as he moves to put the rest of his clothing on. He was not in the least concerned that what he had done bothered her, and in fact was concentrating on what they needed to do before leaving down. So he moved to pick up their items, making ready to leave.

I want to be out of here quick, and to the cabin before nightfall. Then we have all the time in the world to have some fun!

John chuckles as he puts on his belt and shoes, amused by his own comment, as wild images of what he was going to do to the whore filled his mind.
 
As he pulled out of her, Jewel slowly opened her eyes with a soft sniff, grimacing when he wiped himself off on her and she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. She felt the bed sink a little as he rolled out of the bed before hearing him moving around the room. As he spoke, she looked up at him, her eyes a little blood shot as she looked at him. When he slapped her ass, she yelped and jumped slightly before slowly sitting up.

It hurt the woman to move and she faintly whimpered before she forced herself to stand up. Moving over to where her clothes sat on the ground, she began slipping the torn and stained clothes on. She paused though when he mentioned 'having some fun' and she swallowed, not liking the sound of it. Especially when he chuckled. Looking away from him, she slipped a ribbon from part of her ruined dress and she ran her fingers through her hair a couple of times before tying it back from her face. With a sigh, she tied her shift and slipped her dress on over it, her fingers fumbling a little as she laced it up.

Unfortunately she didn't have shoes so she had to go barefoot. When John took her from Charlie's camp, her boots had been left behind. The young woman, who had come from good breeding and even though she'd turned to becoming a whore, had always made sure she looked nice. But now, she looked like a ruffian that lived on the streets.
 
John gathered up everything, continuing to push and prod the whore, till she was ready to depart. He wanted to be out of town and the quicker the better. Even though he felt he’d lost the bandit, it never hurt to be safe, so he pushed to be gone.

Let’s get going, I can always come back to town in a few days and get more supplies.

As soon as she was ready, he headed for the stables to retrieve the horse, he might have bought another horse, but he didn’t want her to wander off, and once she was keeping his home, there really was no reason for her to have her own horse anyways.

Ready? Let’s go!

If there were no more problem, he was ready to mount up and leave.

Well out of town the exhausted Charlie normally a light sleeper, slept right through the rising sun, the prior few days having taken a toll on him. So he slept as his targets made their escape.
 
Jewel frowned slightly as John kept pushing at her and she laced up her dress the best she could and she carefully detached a ribbon from part of it, using it to pull her hair back. "I'm going, I'm going." she grumbled before following him out of the inn. She ignored some of the looks she got from some of the men in the place, stepping outside with a sigh. While he retrieved the horse, she stood on the steps and gazed up at the sky. Slowly she looked out in the distance in the direction they'd come from and sighed, suddenly wishing that she was with Charlie. A moment later she was shaken from her thoughts by Johns voice and she loked at him as he spoke. With a single nod, she approached the horse and climbed up behind him, wincing in discomfort while a sound of pain escaped her but she didn't complain or say anything as she held onto the back of his jacket.
 
John gave the horse a kick and they were off, the cabin was up in the mountains in a remote area where he did his prospecting. The place wasn’t secret so much as not close to anything. John figured given their efforts, they’d more than put enough distance and such that cabin would be safe. So off they head the sun only just peaking over the horizon, John’s thoughts on how great it was going to be living with his whore. Someone to clean his house, clothes, and cook, while always being available to fuck, what more could a man ask for. Even though he felt safe, he still looked back a few times, just to make sure, though he never saw anyone following.

Charlie finally arose, the sun was high in the sky, he was stiff and knew that he’d pushed it too hard over the last two days, and he’d paid for it. Now he’d lost precious time, and knew that he risked a chance of loosing them. Still they needed to sleep and rest too, so just maybe he had a chance. If they stopped in the town ahead, he might find their trail again; if they just passed through he’d have to try every town in the area, till he found the trail again. Didn’t matter, really it was just professional pride, and yet something nagged at him, he just ignored it, and worked to get the horse ready to ride.
 
Jewel was quiet as John gave the horse a kick and the animal took off. She closed her eyes and bit back a soft groan of discomfort as the horse moved. She stayed like that for a while before looking back over her shoulder as they got further and further from town. With a sigh, she closed her eyes again and rested her forehead against Johns broad back, her fingers gripping the back of his shirt tighter. The complete change in Johns demeaner scared her. Yesterday afternoon he had been caring, gentle and kind, then it seemed like he did a complete turn around. He was now rough, unthoughtful and rather crude.
 
John rode the terrain getting rougher as they moved up into the mountains and hills, the tension of the prior days going away, as John entered territory he knew like the back of his hand. The horse kept a slow but methodical pace as they moved further and further away from town. They stopped to rest the horse, and take a moment to take care of business before continuing on.

Isn’t this beautiful country. You’re going to love living up here, just the two of us, no one to bother us.

Charlie reached town, and began to check around, asking around at the inn and stables. Most people had no information, or were tight lipped. Still he found a boy running around that was willing to tell all about the prospector for a few coins for candy. Adults so often ignored kids, but kids watched everything, heard everything and knew exactly what was going on. Still he only had a name, and knew the guy lived in the hills someplace, that wasn’t enough. So Charlie used his honed skills to continue to gather information, knowing the more he knew the better his chances were. Following some guy into the mountain, especially when they knew the area was dangerous, and he needed to be prepared. So Charlie gave up precious time, in exchange for critical information.
 
As he took her further and further from town, her eyes widened a bit and she became a little nervous. She'd never lived in the mountains and she hated being away from civialization, which was why instead of taking off to the mountains when she got short on money, she had taken up whoring. It kept her in the town and she had been able to earn a bit of respect for herself despite the fact that she had to fuck a few men to get it. She knew if she needed anything, she could go to certain towns. In a couple she'd become the favorite whore of the mayor and/or the sherif. And while the 'proper' women of the towns didn't usually like her, because of her youth, innocence and kindness, some of her fellow whores cared for her. When John pulled the horse to a stop, she looked around slowly before looking at him as he spoke. "Yeah." she said softly in response to what he'd said.
 
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