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Dead By Daylight - A Different Kind of Mori (Lord DreamCrusher x Penny)

"Keep yelling, idiot," Feng muttered, crouched in a dark room. The words hurt her pride, but she was too experienced with trash talk to let it get to her. Instead, it was just another reminder that this was a different Hillbilly than she was used to: more controlled, more strategic, and much less predictable. Still, the shouting told her where he was, similar to the sing-song lullaby of the masked woman Feng had faced before, and told her to go the other way.

She did her best to stay out of the hallways, but of course, she had to pass through them to get from one room to another. She counted the seconds, waiting for Dwight to give up the fight and be taken by the Entity. She could sit and wait for his strength to run out, but the thing that ran this place was impatient, and would signal her location to the Hillbilly if she wasn't giving a good show. She hoped this cat-and-mouse was tension enough, but it certainly put her nerves on edge - her muscles quivered with anticipation and raw energy, waiting to explode out of her. She put a hand on a doorframe as she peeked around the corner and was surprised to see it shaking as she lifted it. Every second could mean her demise or her salvation.

Finally, she felt something change. She imagined she could hear the far-off sound of Dwight's finally cry of pain, or the soundless roar of the Entity taking him into its clutches, but really, it was something she simply knew - Dwight had finally died, and the hatch was open for her. She hadn't seen it yet, but there were only so many places it could be. The room she was in had nothing, nor did the next one. But in the next, she heard something - an otherworldly sound, indescribable but unmistakable. She also heard the familiar pounding of her heart in her ears, first subtly, then stronger. If he reached the hatch first, it was over.

It was all or nothing now; she had to act. Breaking into a run, she hit the next window and vaulted over. She was lithe and agile, and converted the momentum of her leap into an extra boost of speed, launching herself towards the hatch. It was right there in the middle of the hall, nothing but empty floor between her and it, just five steps away, then four, three, two, one, and with one final jump -
 
Max could hear the whispers in his ears to signal he was close to Feng but he could not understand what they were saying, if they were saying anything at all. Instead he found himself moving instinctually without much thought as he stalked her and tried to close on on her location. As the Entity took Dwight away however everything broke into momentary chaos as she began to sprint for the hatch and her one hope of salvation but the hillbilly was ready and waiting. He too burst forth from a room hot on her tail as she jumped for the darkness which promised escape from his wrath.

At first it seemed like she would make it as her legs touched and fell through the opening but then she was halted mid-air by a deformed hand clutching her arm and holding her aloft just before salvation. As she struggled he dropped his chainsaw to the ground and worked to pull her up and out with his inhuman strength, managing to hold her up as his right hand slammed the trap door shut and tendrils from the entity sealed the exit shut with a click of a lock echoing outward. "Got you now. Entity wait, have fun with you." He laughed in her face as he made her look upon him, twisted features that even a mother could not love with his yellowish skin and patches of mangy hair atop his head. Escape was gone and as promised Feng was his to torment as he liked, she wouldn't soon taunt him again after what he had planned.

The hillbilly wasn't worried about her escape now and so he lowered her down to quickly shift the grip of his left hand to thread through her hair as his right hand reached down to gather his discarded weapon. Then he began pulling painfully towards the basement where he would feel most at home and she would be most unnerved.
 
"Ahh, 他妈的!" Feng shouted, feeling the Hillbilly's gnarled hand grab her arm at the last second and haul her out of salvation with inhuman strength. Incensed, she snarled at his laughing face and punched at his shoulder to no avail. "操你媽!"

Feng was so infuriated that she almost didn't feel the pain of being dragged along by her hair. Almost. Gritting her teeth, she tried to twist out of his grasp, kicking at the smooth linoleum floor or grasping at the featureless walls for leverage. She felt pinpricks in the corner of her eyes as hairs were torn from her follicles, but wiped them away with one swipe of her arm, disguising the motion as part of her struggles. Occasionally she even managed a swing at the Hillbilly's body himself, though it didn't do much good. She had no idea if she could have hurt his twisted form in the real world, let alone here. A part of her wondered why he was taking her back to the basement - surely they had passed other, closer hooks - but she didn't think to give it much thought.

It was a rough trip down the stairs. Dragged by her hair, she hit every step hard on her knees and thighs. Nonetheless, by the time she got down to the basement, her anger had cooled. Win and loss, success and failure, it was all part of the game. She understood this, maybe better than any of them. Still, she wasn't the type of give up an advantage, and she had to invest in future matches. Hillbilly had caught her unawares by pushing past his anger this time; maybe stoking that anger and ruining his satisfaction would pay off in the future.

"Ha! Okay, you win!" Feng laughed cruelly again, sneering up at the Hillbilly with a contemptuous grin. "Barely. When the others make it easy! Go ahead, kill me. Since you need it, you sad, baby bitch. Show what you do to girls."
 
He didn't understand her language but her inflection was obviously not happy as she shouted to him for preventing her escape. Of course as expected she fought him every step of the way kicking and screaming to try and halt him from his victory and still not understanding that death was not on her agenda any time soon. Of course Max felt the impacts of her hits but they were dull and meant nothing in truth, he was protected from harm by the Entity to ensure that the survivors couldn't simply attempt to kill him to end the trial and even before he had received this blessing his thick and leathery flesh was rather tough. When they finally arrived at the basement he threw her forward onto the ground and she taunted him again, thinking this was to be he end when in reality it was only the beginning.

Max didn't understand why but instinctually he felt that this place was different now than before, the power hummed stronger to resonate with his core and as he reached out to set his weapons aside a table appeared in a cloud of black mist to hold them in place up off the ground. The Entity was watching intently and whatever Max desired would be granted within the confines of this room via just a thought or a hand outstretched. He turned and tilted his head to regard her now to decide exactly where he would begin, would he start with his pleasure or her pain? Perhaps a bit of both? "You still not know, not get. I no kill you soon....make you suffer long as repay for words. Feng beg for mercy in time but not get as I play." Slowly he stepped closer to her and reached out with his left hand to grab her by the throat and pull her up to his eye level.

Without warning he balled his right hand and punched her stomach hard with the knowledge that the Entity would not let her die or be ruined until he was finished and satisfied so he had no reason to hold back any longer. "I cut you up or choke, I stab and beat to make Feng ugly but no die. Father not let die until I say! Not until Feng hang from hook here." He pointed to the bloody and rough metal that hung from the thick wooden posts to prove his point and make her understand, Max's speech was never the best but he could manage to a decent extent with a bit of focus and effort. At this point he slammed her against the left side wall with force, his hand still constricting her airway while he looked on and gave a crooked smile. As bidden by the Entity he was going to make her suffer in more ways that one and to begin with he reached to her blue shirt and gathered a fistful of the fabric before he began to pull hard with the intention of tearing it off of her body through sheer muscle.
 
Feng tried to act uninterested, but her head turned of its own regard to watch the table form from nothing for his tools. She paused, thrown off-balance for a second; while the rules of reality didn't apply in this world, this was the first time she'd seen anything so...overt. Was it because this was the basement? She tried to stay out of it as much as possible, so she didn't know if this sort of thing was common down here. It did always feel a little more otherworldly down here than anywhere else. As he turned to look at her, she remembered the performance she was supposed to be putting on and sneered, ignoring whatever he had to say. "Yeah, yeah, no one cares, lawl ecks dee - "

Her words were cut off when the Hillbilly lifted her by her neck. She choked for a second and grabbed his wrist, trying to open up her airway, and was about to force out another insult when the fist landed in her stomach. Whatever air was left in her lungs was forced out past his grip in a short grunt of pain, Feng's eyes going wide. He was very strong and pain shot through her body, so intense that she missed most of what he said. She only got enough to know that he didn't plan to kill her soon. She kicked, trying to break free, but it was pointless. She was scared, now - she was no stranger to pain after so many trials, but those were relatively brief. Prolonged torture? She was not ready for that.

Her head was starting to swim when he slammed her against the wall. She felt the wooden slats behind her back and something ancient and vast waiting behind them, but all she could think of was the need for air. She tried to pry his fingers from around her neck, barely even noticing as his other hand grabbed the front of her Laser Bears polo. For a moment, it strained, pulling Feng and her throat even harder against the Hillbilly's grip. Then the shoulder seams gave way and the whole shirt tore away from her body, exposing pale flesh and her simple black bra.
 
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He could feel her fear as the realization began to sink in that she was not just going to end up as usual and it was a sweet sensation. Within his grip she struggled vainly as she writhed for oxygen before it was forced from her lungs but his punch to her gut and the subsequent slamming of her entire body against the wall. Max wasn't truly the type to worry about sex much, nor did he really have much of a drive for such things, but today he could appreciate the manner in which her exposed skin looked to weak and vulnerable after he ripped her shirt away and tossed it behind him without any concern. Arousal was unfamiliar to him in a sexual sense but he certainly felt the same desires when it came to inflicting pain and punishment, something that the Entity was playing upon his mind in the understanding that fucking her would leave a lasting scar upon her mind that wouldn't easily heal even after the marks upon her body were healed.

Of course Feng couldn't die while he had her but he wasn't exactly the most calculating of individuals when it came to her struggles for air, that and he wanted her to be aware enough to fear every punishment he was about to inflict upon her. To that end he pulled her away from the wall and tossed her to the hard ground some feet away as he slowly stomped closer to her with pounding steps before he reached to grasp the waist of her shorts and began to pull them down her legs in a similar fashion. He had decided he would begin with pain but wanted to strip her down somewhat to tear aside her identity, to expose her to him so he could hold yet more power in this place which was such a satisfying feeling.

When her shorts were removed as well, ripped and damage by the actions of course as he was anything but gentle, the hillbilly shambled over to the table which held his weapons and pulled his cattle hammer away. With the tool in hand he turned back to his prize and prepared to make her suffer. First he would have to drag her by the arm to an open wall with plenty of space, then the Entity would grant him a thick nail with which he could hammer into her open palm to pin her in place. It didn't matter that the basement walls were tough simply because the hillbilly was tougher and that anything he desired within the bounds of this place was his at a whim. The thudding impacts of the hammer upon the head of the nail would shake the wall itself and only three impacts would be required to pin her hand in place but that was just the beginning. He would repeat the action on her other hand, then her feet would be given the same treatment. All the while Max had a cruel grin of pure pleasure, shudders of excitement flowing through his crooked body as he taunted her further. "Make you suffer, feel so much. I break you to pieces over and over while he watch and be happy. When finish you never be pretty, ugly inside like me! No say things to me again! Never!"
 
Feng hit the ground hacking and coughing, desperately sucking in lungfuls of air through her bruised throat. Hot tears already brimmed in her eyes from the pain, and it was all she could do to get her knees underneath her, her butt up in the air while she struggled to think through the oxygen-deprived haze in her head. This put her shorts in a prime position for him to yank over her hips and down her legs, and she was too light to stop him from pulling them down her legs and off her feet as well - or just tear them away. It was only after they were gone that Feng actually realized what was coming - she'd just assumed he'd incidentally torn her shirt while trying to strangle her, but this was unmistakable. Her eyes went wide as she looked back over her shoulder at him, her mouth dropping open in horror.

"N-no," was all she could say. "No, no - "

She tried to crawl, but he grabbed her by the arm and dragged her to the wall. She felt the pinprick of the nail on her palm a second before the first hammer strike. The first blow was already enough to go through her palm and into the wall. Feng cried out and reached for the nail with her other hand, trying to wrest it loose, but only got her hand broken by the second hammer strike for her trouble. This was messier, hitting her hand on the side instead of the open palm, crushing the bones of her hand against each other. She screamed in pain and pulled her hand away, leaving the first at the wall for Billy to hit a third and final time. She whimpered in terror and agony as the Hillbilly grabbed her broken left hand and held it against the other wall, but there wold be no mercy there. She screeched as he hammered down on it too, smashing the already broken bone until bloody chips poked through her skin.

For a second she thought that would be enough, but then he moved to her feet. She tried to pull them away, but of course, she couldn't get far. The purple running shoes provided no resistance against the Hillbilly's hammer and nails, and soon she was fixed in place, spread-eagle against the wall, stripped to her bra and black boyshorts. Tears cut tracks through the dirt on her face, and through her screaming she hadn't even noticed the saliva running from her mouth to her chin. Blood dribbled down her arms and over the sides of her feet from her new stigmata, but it was relatively light - crimson highlights on her milky white skin.

"Fucking 变态 motherfucker, kill me!" Feng spat at the Hillbilly, breath shuddering, tear-filled eyes looking up at him. "Coward, 肏你祖宗十八代! Kill me!"
 
Her words of fear as she began to realize his intentions were wonderful, the quick change of how she went from cocky to frightened ignited something inside of him that he hadn't truly felt before. The flicker was faint and foreign but he was beginning to feel lust towards her even if it wasn't yet time, oh if fucking could be such torment upon them then why hadn't he thought of this sooner? First though the pain, the hammering of her hands and feet to the wall and as she reflexively tried to stop him he instead shattered the bones of her free hand to pieces. At this he laughed with a deep and breathy chuckle and that crooked smile of his typically open mouth only grew all the wider. "Not stop me, only more hurt. Show the pain loud to me." He hammered the broken hand regardless with another nail, then followed up with one more through each foot and sneaker in kind until she was pinned in place and small trickles of blood flowed downward from the new holes.

Max stepped back at this point to let the faintly glowing eyes of his twisted visage get a clear look at how she was, again only savoring the pain she must feel even as she spat insults to him that were borne not of confidence but of desperation. The tears that slowly rolled down her cheeks further called to the darkness inside of him, a slight tingle between his thighs to further the cause of making this broken creature find his natural desires beyond just bodily pain but mental as well. "No! No die before hook! You yell at ME! Say those things! No!" He screamed right back as some of his control faded before he shook his head and snapped to with a more standard tone, back was that ferocious and relentless anger that could be unleashed at a moments notice and it seemed more likely that any time she acted against what he wanted from her he would seek to make things worse. "I make pay for words, pay for trouble. Feng her to die and suffer for him and me but instead always run and always make fun. Death too good for Feng when deserve worse. I make ugly body and ugly mind." He tapped a thick finger to the flesh along his right forehead where it pulled down to his neck and a scar was sealed with three metal bits.

The pain wasn't enough and she needed more. In his mind she needed to be begging for him to end her while he denied her so that she could understand the hurt he felt every day of his youth being trapped in that dark room. If the nails wouldn't do it then he knew exactly what would but first he would get her nice and ready. Gripping the heavy cattle hammer in his hand he grunted and swung out hard towards her right leg at the ankle and felt the sickening crunch as the sounds of cracking bones could be heard. Then he repeated the process on her left ankle as he roared out to her. "You ugly! Make you ugly! Feel pain with afraid for me!" As he worked himself into a veritable frenzy he leaned in and gave her a light headbutt, well light by his standards anyway, before he decided that this was enough for the moment as too much pain too quickly would just numb the mind and he wanted her to feel everything. At this point he wasn't sure what to do since mutilation and torture were all that he really knew but then the whispers came back to guide him and his smile returned.

Max turned away with hammer in hand and walked to the metal table where he set it down once more and instead grabbed his chainsaw before returning to his victim. Utilizing his inhuman strength once more he pulled the nails from her broken body with merely on hand, starting with her feet before moving to her hands and he simply let her fall hard to the floor once she was free from her bindings. Standing over her as she no doubt needed to recover from the fall he revved the engine of his favored weapon time and time again as he always let the noise die down before cranking it up once more until finally he stopped with only the low rumble of the engine still interrupting the silence save for his voice. "Crawl on belly like worm to escape. Try get away or cut you up like meat." The Entity suggested he play with her and tease her with false hope and he couldn't wait to crush her after making her spend so much energy in trying simply to move as she was right now.
 
Strong. Be strong. Don't let him win. Feng tried to take deep breaths and block out the pain. It was harsh and constant, but manageable. She tried to clench her right hand into a fist, but it only twitched. It doesn't matter. Strength does not come from your body. Strength comes from your will. You are stronger than him. He cannot -

Feng's back arched and she screeched in agony as the hammer connected with her right ankle. She lurched and her leg bent unnaturally, her foot still nailed to the floor but unable to support her weight. It was agony: white-hot fire running up her nerves, overwhelming her entire body and causing her to shake uncontrollably. She tried to shift her weight, stand on her remaining ankle, but his hammer came down on that one too, this time driving a jagged shard of bone through the skin. Completely unable to stand now, she could only fall forward, her broken bones grinding on each other and tearing through surrounding flesh and muscle as her feet stayed nailed in place. Her weight fell on her ruined hands, adding to her pain. Max knew the sound of Feng's screams, but he'd never heard them so loud, shrill, or intense before. It was only when his head came down on her skull that she stopped, coughing, her torn throat spasming.

Feng could only quake now, her pale skin shining with sweat where it wasn't marked with scarlet blood or protruding bone - or the streaks of yellow urine running down her legs and pooling at her feet. She choked out ragged sobs, eyes too bleary with hot tears to even see the puddle below her, but she knew it was there. Her loss of control, her disgusting cowardice, like a child. When he pulled the nails free, she fell into it, feeling her own warmth splash on her face.

She sobbed again, then tried to crawl. Initially she attempted to push with one foot, seeing if anything remained, but it was nothing. She might as well have tried to push herself along with a shoe on a string. Her hands were useless too, but her elbows still worked. Digging them into the dirty floor of the basement, she dragged herself forward one forearm length and screamed in pain again. Dragging her feet behind her just twisted at her ruined ankles, reigniting the pain. She tried to push past it and dragged herself another length, then felt bile rising in her throat.

It wouldn't work. This wasn't even a crawl - she was like a worm slowly oozing forward. This was no means of escape. Gritting her teeth, Feng summoned her strength and looked up at the Hillbilly again.

"C-c-cut me up," she whispered, struggling to speak. "Into p-pieces of m-meat. Kill me! B-b-bastard!"
 
Oh how sweetly her screams rang in his ears, the punishment and pain that she couldn't escape from without his express permission to die. He could do whatever he wanted to her without fear, whereas normally the confines of the trials would see them bleed out if he wasn't quick this was not within those rules and as such the Entity would not let Feng escape Max's well-earned prize. Ankles cracked and jagged bone splintered through her flesh as he smiled and huffed his amusement, then she lost control of herself and began to piss down her legs as the yellow liquid soaked through her underwear and grew into a puddle in the floor. "Ha ha, piss like baby. Little baby Feng." This only made it all the more satisfying when he released her from the wall and watched as she fell face-first into her own warm puddle.

Feng tried to move despite her injuries, tried to crawl forward using her elbows, but the pain forced her to scream out through her sobbing and stop her efforts. After a few more moments she gritted herself to tell him to kill her once more, but the way she worded it was poor and only made his smile even wider. "You not die until I want. I cut you up, play with insides and Feng live thank to him." He pointed a finger upwards but was gesturing to the Entity's power which always seemed to emanate from dark portals in the sky above them. Then he revved his chainsaw loud and gripped it tightly to give her what she asked for, at least in part. The Hillbilly stepped towards her side with the teeth of his weapon spinning in a blur of motion before he took careful aim and brought it down just above the knees of both legs in one fell swoop. The grinding as her flesh was torn to pieces was terrible to behold yet only grew worse as hit bone and continued to saw through it.

Crimson spatters of blood flew from the chainsaw and covered himself, the floor, and the walls with the evidence of his carnage before the blade struck the cold floor and he pulled it back from her body. The bloody red flesh and jagged white bone of her shredded legs would normally mean her death in a quick fashion and yet the bloodflow was stymied by the Entity's power as it left her assuredly broken but still beholden to life. "Cut legs but stop bleed, Feng live as do what want to body. No escape for Feng, no hatch or big door, just suffer and learn fear." He tossed the chainsaw aside and the engine sputtered out as it clattered upon the floor hard but he wasn't concerned as he had built it nice and sturdy. It was now that he felt the burning rush within him and the need to fuck her, not simply for sexual gratification but to make her suffer with memories that she wouldn't be able to ever forget. His hands fumbled to unfasten his pants and pull out his cock and balls, fetid yellow in color and certainly disfigured as the flesh bulged and twisted around his shaft much like his face. One thing it did promise though as he stroked it idly and it began to grow erect; it was going to be large and thick beyond what her body would desire to accommodate and no matter what he decided to do to her it wasn't going to be pleasant.
 
Feng screeched as the chainsaw cut through her legs. She'd felt its bite before, but every time the Entity had stayed its power, prevented it from cutting so deep that the trial would be over. This was the first time she'd ever felt its full, mutilating power. She felt bile in her throat and her screaming turned to raw gurgling as it hit bone and went going, sawing through until finally Feng felt the pressure release. She could move her legs, but they were so light, and she couldn't feel below her knees. She looked down at her hips and raised her legs - or her thighs, at least. Her eyes went wide and she whimpered in disbelief, her gaze shifting to her severed lower legs on the floor beside her.

That had to be it. He'd severed her femoral arteries. She'd bleed out in seconds. It would be over soon. She'd die, then be back at the campfire. It's over, it's over, it's over, she told herself. She turned her head to the side, seeing the Hillbilly's pants drop and his hand stroking his monstrous, deformed cock. It was the first she'd ever seen. It was horrifying. But she'd be gone, soon. She'd have lost so much blood by now. She'd start feeling faint any second now. What was taking so long?

"Kill me. Kill me. Kill me." Feng turned her head back to the ceiling, whispering over and over, begging a higher or lower power. Tears rolled freely down the side of her head. "Kill me. Kill me. Kill me. Kill me. Kill me."

Her eyes rolled over to look at the Hillbilly again and she choked out a sob. This isn't happening. No. This can't happen to me. No. Let me die. Let me die!
 
He couldn't understand her thoughts of course but the look of fear and pain upon her face was delicious in comparison to the taunting and teasing she had given him over and over again. The way her eyes bulged widely at the sight of his cock excited him even if he didn't fully understand why and the rush of warmth within his body was pushing him onward even though it was all knew to him. The sob as she looked over her shoulder one more time was what finally set him over the edge in full; the desire, no the need to claim her body for his own and to feel her stretched widely around him was more than he could comprehend as he quickly stepped closer and finished pulling his pants down fully before dropping to his knees and looming over her prone form.

Hands moved from his cock to reach out and grasp her underwear still covering her toned ass, fingers wrapping around the edges and pulling downward with enough force against her front that the material ripped along the sides and fluttered down into the small pool of blood and urine behind her as she was reveled to him in full. "Yes, cry for me. I tell Feng she learn what balls I have, Feng learn cock too. I split you wide until I done, until I allow death this time. You cry like bitch, little bitch baby who piss and no legs. Feng remember me, remember what do when say things to me." One of his hands slid over the cheeks of her ass and squeezed hard, allowing his eyes to see for the first time what a woman truly looked like down there. Again he didn't fully understand but simply gave into the pull of his dark lust as he leaned over her and lined up his thick shaft to slap down into the valley of her ass, the rest of his heavy and large body leaning against her bare back save for the minor comfort of her bra and his hot and fetid breath could be felt as he chuckled and laughed in her ear.

For perhaps a minute or two he would grind against her like this, getting a feel for the sensations and learning that there was pleasure here in the friction of her flesh. Of course this was only the beginning and hardly the objective of his arousal so after this brief period of relative calm before the storm the hillbilly would reach down to guide his fat tip towards the tight puckered hole of her backdoor as it promised to practically split her in half all of its own. "Scream for me." He spoke again in her ear just before pushing forward with his inhuman force as he tried to shove his cock deep into her bowels with one fell thrust.
 
Feng made a strangled, warbling sound as the Hillbilly tore her underwear away and began to tremble involuntarily, her round ass subtly jiggling to her fear. She whined softly as he squeezed one cheek, pulling it aside far enough to reveal her virginal, subtly puffed anus and the urine-moistened lips of her labia. His thick cock nestled into the crack of her ass, her cheeks soft and warm on either side of him, snug but comfortable like it was made to hold him. From atop her back, Max could smell her, a layer of tangy sweat covering a richer, more feminine scent beneath it. Feng clawed at the ground, heedless of her crushed wrist in a desperate attempt to drag herself away, but it was far too late for that now.

"No! No no no no no! Get off me, no!" Feng could barely speak through her panicked, anguished sobs, occasionally looking back at the Hillbilly through tear-blurred eyes. The remains of her legs kicked futilely and she occasionally batted at his gnarled form with her hands, but it was pointless. Every movement only sunk his shaft deeper into the crevice between her cheeks and made the slow stroking sensation sweeter. Her panicked flailing intensified to a fever pitch when he reached down and pressed the head of his cock to her tight hole, a gurgling, growling wail of desperation and despair forcing its way out of her throat and echoing off the walls of the basement before giving way to panicked whispering, like prayer. "No. 请不. No. 请不."

She screeched at a volume and pitch she'd never made before when he pushed inside her: not just pain, but inhuman anguish as her virginity was raped from her by the deformed, murderous Hillbilly. She made the mistake of trying to hold him out, and despite his inhuman strength his first thrust only pushed a quarter of his length in, but something tore in that. He felt warm wetness around him, lubricating him, and slowly sunk deeper inch by inch. The muscles of her anus flexed and clenched against him, gripping him tightly, while spasms wracked through her body, giving him multiple layers of massaging pressure on his shaft as and even after he buried himself to the hilt inside of her.
 
Just like he wanted she cried, whimpered, and flailed aimlessly to try and deny him despite her broken form and the agony it no doubt caused. This was sweet bliss for Max as he slid his cock back and forth between the supple gripping flesh of her ass cheeks and enjoyed not only her suffering but the pleasurable friction as indeed this seemed perfect and meant to be. He could smell the scent of her sweat and the sweet feminine pheromones contained within that only furthered his desire to take her, to claim her body like one would a toy and to leave her in a mess of an entirely different kind. When he did shift to line up his tip to his target she struggled all the harder and cried over and over to beg for mercy but that only made him want to do this that much more.

When Max shoved his cock into her ass she closed down around him on reflex and an attempt to prevent him from getting inside, she couldn't stop him of course but she did slow him down for a few moments while she screamed in a fashion he had never heard from her before even when his chainsaw had cut her to shreds. The cost though was yet more pain beyond just his large and thick shaft stretching her sensitive walls as he began to feel the blood trickling across his length, the warm essence of life that would lubricate him as he pushed his way deeper and deeper without pause. The stimulation of her walls clenching and squeezing around him was amazing and Max couldn't help but groan out in a breathy indication of his enjoyment when he finally made it down to the point that his balls were resting against the wet lips of her piss covered labia. "Feng feel good, ask Entity to do again sometime maybe."

His inhuman length throbbed inside of her as her insides unwittingly massaged him for a few moments before he shifted his weight a little better and began to pull back out. His cock was providing him with feelings he had never even considered before this day and he shuddered once as his shaft slide against her bowels until there was only a few inches at best left within her. This was when he gave in to his instincts and let them guide him as he slammed back down and felt that blood giving him the means to explore her deepest depths with its wonderful warmth. The Hillbilly started slowly as he got used to what he was doing but each thrust was mighty as he hammered down into her time and time again. His tempo would increase steadily as too would his grunts of exertion and pleasure while he leaned next to her head and stole from her what he desired without any concern for how she was feeling. The slapping of his heavy balls against her pussy would begin to echo out through the quiet room as he ravaged her ass for all it was worth. "Mmm....Feng think good but no. Ugh! Feng take dick and know....mmmph...nothing but bitch!"
 
Feng was past the point of even hearing the Hillbilly, let alone responding to him. Every thrust forced another choking, sobbing moan out of her, coming from deep in her throat. The thought of that enormous, deformed cock inside of her made her want to vomit, and she shuddered, the vibrations running through her body and quaking the muscles around him inside of her. His thrusts were ever deeper and harder, but every one lubricated her rectum with more blood, making his movements smoother and easier at the same time, and beneath the pain, beneath the disgust, beneath the shame of it, she felt something else from that rhythmic girth filling her.

She couldn't squirm to get away, but at least it could help with the pain. She managed to lift her hips just slightly, probably almost imperceptibly, straightening out his passage in her and taking some of the edge off her discomfort. His misshapen, uneven testicles slapped continued to slap against her, and with just a little more room in this new position, they swung far enough to slap against the far end of her labia. She could feel each impact thudding through her wet lips to land directly on her clitoris and gave another gurgling moan. Something else was wrong, a new black feeling of physical agony in her, something so unfamiliar she had no idea what it was. She felt hot and feverish, her nerved tingled, and the pain lancing through her took on a particular edge. It started small, but grew by millimeters, that new sickening sensation spreading through her core, until she finally realized what it was.

She gasped in disbelief. No, no, no, not like this. Not from this. She'd been aroused before. She'd had orgasms before. But it had never felt as deep and all-encompassing and degrading s this. This was more intense, unpleasant and unwanted but, by this time, undeniable. There was too much momentum to stop now.

"N-nooo," Feng squeaked pathetically. Her eyes and teeth clenched shut, waves of shame rolling over her. "No! Stop - don't - please don't - ahh - "

She tried to hold it back, but the scream ripped its way out of her: intense and lustful, but despairing at the same time. Her cancerous, unwanted orgasm rippled through her body, her muscles going taut and gripping him before slackening. Her breath shook and she sobbed desperately before the sensation rebounded and tore through her again, scraping her nerves raw. She fell limp, body shaking in horror and black ecstasy. It was the most intense orgasm she'd ever had, and it would never be undone. Feng would always know she'd orgasmed from being anally raped by a hideous monster.
 
He felt her shift beneath him, the motion subtle but making it easier for him to ravage her. Of course Max didn't attribute this to a simple attempt to lessen her pain but rather assumed the worst, that somehow she was enjoying this perhaps not by her own accord but perhaps by the consuming darkness of the Entity's power. The truth really didn't much matter to him as he just wanted to enjoy her suffering for what it was and she certainly wasn't wanting this even if a part of her enjoyed it so that was more than enough for him, that and the pleasure he felt as she squeezed around his invading length and built him steadily towards his first orgasm.

Her deep grunts of pain mixed in with her gasps and pitiful moans as he made her his bitch in full until she spoke up again not in reply to him but rather in response to whatever was going on with her as she begged him to stop with a sense of urgent panic, the truth he again didn't understand at first until the Entity whispered in his ear to explain. "She doesn't want this and yet...her body likes it. Pain and pleasure mixed to fill her with shame and regret...you are doing wonderful Max." That was all the encouragement he needed to not only continue but to ramp up his pace just that much more as he felt a tightness growing within his groin. Then came the scream, that horrid mixture of pleasure and agony all wrapped up into one as she shuddered in release which resulted in her walls clenching down harder as if milking his thick cock with desire. It was all too much for him to so easily handle.

This was his first time too, her first anal sex but his first sex at all for who could ever want to lay with him? His stamina and endurance were legendary otherwise but that didn't mean he was magically a master at sex and when he felt her ass squeezing him so deliciously as her whole body shivered and shook in all manner of dark emotions it was simply too much for him to resist. A few harder thrusts saw he finally slam home down to the hilt while he grunted and groaned out atop her. "Mmmmm....uughhh...." His misshapen and uneven balls rested against her wet lower lips and clenched tightly upward as his cock flexed and hardened just that much more in his first motion of release. A flood of hot cum spurted from his tip and deep into her bowels to mix with her blood as the warm inside her only grew that much more; whether it was because of the Entity or otherwise the hillbilly was producing far more of the substance than any regular human could and the thick, sticky seed would only continue to stuff her insides as he rode out his blissful release.

Feng might be in her own personal hell but to Max this was heaven and he leaned himself down further to breathe upon the nape of her neck as he continued to pump the contents of his balls into her. One hand reached up to her head and gripped her hair roughly, painfully, as he forced her to look up and into his glowing eyes. "Feng nothing. Much talk yet enjoy assfuck." He gathered up some saliva within his mouth and spat upon her face with a deep chuckle. "Feng just bitch, my bitch. Suffer me now and remember."
 
Feng felt his thrusts build to a climax and, a second before, realized with horror what he was coming. Then, she felt his thick, hot seed pumping into her, staining and corrupting her insides with his feel, his scent, his essential being. She'd never felt such a thing before, and for as long as her mind continued to persist in this place she'd always remember him as her first. He would always be inside of her. Feng gagged, then shuddered with dry heaves as his semen continued to pump into her, seemingly endless as it seeped through her ruined bowels.

Feng could only moaned when he yanked up on her hair, tears streaming down her face. She whimpered when he spat on her face, and slowly raised an arm to cover her eyes, ashamed. She was stained, tainted, ruined. He'd forced torture and degradation on her and she came from it. She was subhuman. She didn't deserve to look him in the eyes - not even him.

"Nn...nnnn...no...please, I'm s-sorry, I'm sorry," she mumbled, her words so distorted by her sobbing and her accent that they were also impossible to understand. "It was j-just...just part of the game...I'm sorry..."

Her arm went slack, dropping off her face, smearing his spit over her cheek and lips. Her sobs were low, uneven and tortured, like the last gasps of pain from a dying animal. "Pleeeease kill me...I'm sorry...I'm sorry...please...I'm sorry..."
 
His cruel expression only showed how happy these moments made him, though Feng couldn't bring herself to look at his face to even really notice it. Slowly, thoroughly, he was destroying her inside as the pain of her torture was only the softening efforts for the true torment of the violation of her holes. Max's mind attributed it as akin to tenderizing meat before cooking though he only knew of that from the cannibal since he typically ate his food raw. Her eyes continued to leak long and streaming tears down her dirt covered face and that incessant sobbing couldn't abate as she tried to apologize to him and tried to please him in some fashion so that he would end this all and release her to the freedom of the hook where she could once again be whole in body even if her mind would always remember. His response was simple and damning. "No, not yet."

For once the hillbilly didn't feel the need to cut her up any further or really break her body physically right now, not that he wouldn't enjoy it all the same, but rather he wanted to continue this new strategy of sex and rough fucking. Max was like a young boy learning for the first time how good masturbation could feel but in this case Feng was his hand instead and he wanted to experience everything her body had to offer. When at last his shaft finished pumping her ass full he sighed and began to push his form up and off her back whilst also withdrawing his cock from her ruined backdoor. His eyes looked down to see her somewhat gaping hole oozing with white and red fluids while his thick length dripped down onto her legs with the evidence of their horrid act. Again he gave a breathy chuckle and slapped her ass a few times upon each cheek until the pinkish hue of her weakened flesh remained in place but then he started to flip her over and onto her back.

It wasn't difficult to toss her around as he wished and on top of that she was weak from all the struggling and all the pain she already had to go through. In seconds he had her facing upwards towards him and he tore off her bra to reveal her breasts and leave her finally completely nude. "Feng feel all, suffer all. This your fault, suffer your fault. But make me happy." His hands tugged her thighs up and against his own as he took position kneeling in the puddle of her piss that still soaked the floor. That thick and misshapen shaft which was normally a fetid yellow in color rested half-erect upon her womanhood and coated with her blood and his cum as he began to grind himself upon her and smear those fluids further upon her skin. "Fuck Feng, then next Feng suck dick and balls clean." His laugh was terrible as always, so cocky and so confident whilst not giving a damn about anything but his own enjoyment and his own revenge. Slowly his grinding would see his cock engorge and fill once more to full mast before he lined himself up, with some difficulty as he wasn't exactly sure where the hole was initially, and began to push the disgusting mess inside of her. At the very least between her earlier loss of bladder control and the orgasm he wrenched from her core she was plenty wet to accept him.
 
Feng closed her eyes as the Hillbilly tore off her bra, shuddering, not wanting to see the Hillbilly looking down at her. Her breasts weren't large to begin with, and they looked flatter while she was on her back, but that milky white and - as of yet - unmarred skin still curved gently and succulently in the strange orange light of the basement. The soft flesh quivered to her movements as if in anticipation, and her pink nipples stood stiff, begging for his attention. Slowly, she brought up her hands to cover herself, heedless of her broken wrist and the holes in her palms, but she could hide her wet cunt, legs splayed open and ready.

She moaned and whimpered when she felt his turgid manhood press up against her lips. "No, no, no, no, no," she whispered to herself, all but soundlessly, but her labia twitched in response to his touch. The steady heat and desire inside of her had not faded after one orgasm, and a grinding pleasure radiated out from her entrance as his shaft slid up and down her slickened lips. She turned her head to the side, eyes still scrunched tight, and moaned in revulsion - and a subtle but audible note of lust. As he stiffened, her body tightened in response, her muscles coiling as if she expected to fight, but there was nothing she could do now. His first attempt was too high, grinding against her urethrea, a hard and scabby kernel of callous-like tissue piercing down directly onto her clitoris. Shocks of pain shot through her and she flinched.

She foolishly clenched against him again when he found her proper entrance, but this hole wasn't as tight as the last, and he was well lubricated with blood and cum. His thick member pushed her muscular walls aside, filling her, sending electric shocks of pain and pleasure intertwined through her body. He was so big and she was so full, and while she begged her body not to, wanted more than anything for this to only be torture, her back arched and her eyes fluttered and her lips separated to gasp at his penetration. Her insides gripped him, not wanting him to leave but needing him to do so so he could return again and again, to fuck her like she deserved.
 
Max's only real knowledge of anatomy was that of where the guts were when he ripped someone apart. He could tell that perhaps her breasts weren't all that large but they still aroused him all the same as the Entity told him that her hardened nipples were a sign of her enjoyment. "Her body wants you to fuck it...despite what she says she can't deny the pleasure." Still Feng attempted to cover her body with her wounded hands, the holes still slowly oozing blood while her shattered hand must have sent lances of pain to move even in this fashion, she couldn't stop him from his goals though and try as she might he still eventually found his way forward.

The hillbilly groaned with pleasure as he felt her walls squeezing around him and trying to vain to deny him. The sensation was pure bliss even if the added lubrication denied some of the friction and he felt inch by inch push into her depths to stretch her beyond what she ever would have felt before. Feng's back arched against the ground beneath her as she gasped in enjoyment and this only made him laugh at her slow change of heart. "Hah, Feng get all fuck just like want. Look at me so never forget." His left hand reached out to her neck and gripped hard to force her to look upward and at him. Of course she could close her eyes but he was simply too large of a being for her to fully divert her gaze otherwise. Meanwhile his right hand reached up to her left breasts and squeezed hard as he didn't know and didn't care the limits her body would have between pleasure and pain, to him both were nice to watch though dishing out agony and punishment was truly more of his style. Giving her breast a solid slap he shifted to plant his free hand on the floor so he could get to the real fun.

Braced over her he began to buck his hips and slam into her wet cunt. His powerful impacts saw his misshapen balls slap against her ruined ass but to him any discomfort was simply not near enough to register as he maintained his focus. A few beads of sweat began to form from his yellowish skin as his shaft plowed into her, the bulging flesh was uneven with the odd bits of rougher and calloused tissue which would scrape against her gripping walls to give pain to ensure that no one could ever accept him without suffering. Still though he could feel her need, the primitive and instinctual hunger that was so similar to his need to kill and yet just different enough to be foreign. Lust was an easy sensation to give into he found and all the same this poor woman beneath him was finding herself in the same situation even after having been crippled beyond measure.

"Ughn!...Mmmph...no escape, no mercy for Feng. Just bitch, my bitch now." His words came through well enough but his hand was squeezing tightly around her throat to slow the flow of blood through her veins and hinder the inhalation of precious oxygen. He had no clue that asphyxiation tended to heighten sensitivity but simply wanted to feed his anger as much as possible, wanted her to despair that even if she liked being fucked here and now he didn't want her to be happy in any manner. His own actions could very well be having the opposite effect here and as he ramped up the pace of his merciless thrusts he made his way yet deeper and could feel the end of her passage as his fat tip hammered against the entrance to her womb with every stroke. Time would slip on without care from there but after a good while he would begin to feel himself nearing his limits once more as that pressure built up and demanded that he find true release within her.
 
For whatever reason, Feng didn't close her eyes when Hillbilly turned her head to look at him. Her eyes were wide and her pupils tiny, staring up at him in horror, silently and uselessly begging him for mercy. Tears dribbled down her cheeks, but her eyes didn't move, and the only sound she made was a soft whimpering. When his hand squeezed her breast her eyelids twitched and she produced a soft whine, but that was it. No screaming, no crying, no pleading would do anything now. She could only wait and pray for the torture to end, hopefully with the blissful oblivion of death.

She groaned as he began to slam her, her eyes rolling back in her head. Her hips bucked, now not even in an attempt to escape but as involuntary thrashing under the force of his assault. Her free breast bounced in time to his slams, and her vaginal walls first spasmed randomly around him, but then settled into a rhythm, welcoming him. Her body and reproductive systems didn't care about his cruel words or the brutal rape or his twisted form. It only knew that his massive shaft was bruising and stretching her walls, taking its place in her, breeding her like thousands of generations before her had been bred.

Her head craned back as his hand tightened, cutting off oxygen to her brain. For several seconds it barely even registered that she was suffocating, all her physical suffering blurring together into a cacophany of agony, but soon the need for oxygen took dominance. Her brain became to scream for air and her mouth twitched, trying to suck in a breath, her tongue swelling and lolling out of her mouth. Her face was red, then blue, and what rational part of Feng's mind remained begged for it, begged to pass out and let the Hillbilly fuck her limp body while her mind huddled safe in numb darkness. But the Entity didn't want that, and her consciousness persisted well past the limits of human endurance. The pain of asphyxiation grew, and with it sexual pleasure of the Hillbilly's thrusts into her cunt until it was flowing throughout her whole body, down her nerves and back again, infinitely pervasive and inescapable until she was coming again and again and again, foamy spittle flowing out of her mouth and down her face towards her eyes, her back not just arching but spasming up and down again and again, her hips bucking randomly underneath him, the stumps of her thighs gripping his sides and spurting blood onto his body and past him to the floor, the only thing prevented her from screaming with pleasure until her vocal cords tore the fact that the Hillbilly's iron grip held her throat too tightly to make a noise.
 
Her flesh did turn such a lovely shade of blue as he choked the life out of her, or at least he would be if the Entity wasn't preventing her death from occurring despite any logic or reasoning stating that it should. The sensation of her walls clamping down around his cock from her near endless orgasm that drew on in intensity was simply too much for him to handle and as her body writhed and spasmed beneath him he felt the pressure reaching up towards his tip just moments from his desired release. Intent on making the most of this last effort the hillbilly slammed home with all the strength he could muster from his hips and was rewarded with the feeling of something giving way inside of her, something allowing him just that much more depth to explore as he sunk in further through her cervix and the weakened ring clamped around his crown as he plunged into depths that no man was meant to go.

His horrid groans of pleasure grew loud as rivulets of spittle and drool oozed from his maw, the first spurt of his cum pouring into her womb directly and filling it maybe halfway full before being followed by jets that were just as mighty and potent. With each pulsing twitch of his shaft he gave her that much more pleasure upon her overly sensitive walls and extended her series of agonizing euphoria by that much longer, oh how incredible a reward this was from the Entity and how effective a punishment it was turning out to be; he could never look at his victims the same after this as simple and bloody carnage wouldn't contain his desires in full. Max leaned forward as he grunted and groaned to stare deeply into her distant and near lifeless eyes, his glowing orbs wanting to imprint the memory of how she looked right now deep withing his mind and hoping that somehow she too would remember these details despite everything he was doing to her.

He rode out his bliss, pumping more and more of his thick and viscous cum into her until some of the excess flowed out around his length with lewd, wet squishing sounds to form a small pool as it trickled down her asscheeks and onto the floor. Minutes felt like hours and he could swear that his balls clenched and rolled over her skin a thousand times before finally he had nothing more to give her in this moment, at least not without working towards another release. It was then that he finally released her throat and allowed her body to inhale once more as he rested inside of her and buried fully to the hilt. Truly he was in not rush and no hurry but with all that he had accomplished he was so close to being finished, he just wanted to truly rub things in one last time and for that he would wait until she recovered enough to have some measure of acuity before he would pull his cock out of her and shift himself to stand.

Looking down with a cruel smile his still mostly erect length dripped with his cum, her juices, sweat, and a bit of blood from both the sheer roughness of his thrusts and the calloused bits of his shaft that scratched her. "Heh, such worthless bitch. Feng want die? I kill Feng and end, but Feng clean cock with only mouth first." With his intentions clear he stepped over her and turned to kneel down a few feet away from her head, she would have to flip herself over and crawl to him in order to do as he commanded but the hope of salvation was there and tempting her to comply. "Ah! And Feng say it, say Feng my bitch! Or not finished." Not that it needed to be proven considering everything that had transpired but Max still wanted to hear her say it all the same as he reveled in her agony and his control over her.
 
Feng sucked in a wheezing, rattling breath as soon as the Hillbilly released her throat, then was overcome with rough, body shaking coughs. Soon they slowed and her face returned to something resembling its previous colour, but beyond that, she didn't react. Her chest rose and fell with her rattling, raspy breaths, and her body occasionally twitched as the cum slowly dribbled out of her torn, gasping vagina, but her eyes only stared up at the ceiling, the occasional blink being their only indication of life. Her arms and the stumps of her legs lay limp on the floor, and her face was frozen in an expression of numb horror.

It was almost a minute before she made a sound, a soft gurgle deep in her throat. At the same time, one eyelid twitched, just slightly. Fresh tears formed, then dribbled out the corners of her eyes, running over her skin and soaking into the hair around her ears. Slowly, but in increasing volume, low sobs of utter despair rose in her throat. They didn't even sound like her; by now, her voice was ruined, her vocal cords bruised and torn from the Hillbilly's strangulation and her own screaming. What was left of her voice barely sounded human, like an eighty-year-old smoker if you took the sound in your fist and twisted it.

At first, she only sobbed, still flat on her back. Then she started to shake, slightly at first, but more and more violently until her whole body was quaking as if in the throes of a seizure. Her sobs only got louder under she was outright screaming, the sound of her broken, inhuman sobbing bouncing off the walls of the basement. Still, she didn't even look at the Hillbilly or react to his demands. Finally, she reached up and grabbed the sides of her head with her bleeding, broken hands, fingers digging through her hair and clawing at her scalp. Her fingertips pressed against her skull hard enough for her fingernails to draw blood, and then she finally shifted position, turning over onto her side to face away from Max. She curled up in a fetal position, tucking her head and arms and what was left of her thighs up best she could, and simply screamed hysterically again and again and again.
 
Feng took a long time to recover, both a good thing in his mind and a bad thing in that he had to wait that much longer to get any form of reaction out of her. In the end though she seemed truly broken or damn well near it as she slowly rose from gasping and coughing to instead crying and screaming as best that her broke flesh could manage, the sounds truly foreign to what any mortal should be able to make. Despite all the physical pain and punishment she was well and truly pushed beyond the point of being able to sanely think or rationalize as her injured hands clung to her head and dug wounds into her skull which bled yet more fresh blood. Despite not quite being what he had wanted Max smiled and laughed at her pathetic display, especially when she curled up as if to hide away from him which he had already made clear she couldn't do.

Still on his knees the hillbilly crawled forward to close the gap and grab onto her sides to roll her over and force her to look in his direction, again he couldn't hold her eyelids open but he wouldn't make it easy for her to avoid him in full. "You not hide! You not escape! Feng just little baby bitch! Little fuck thing for me!" He slapped the side of her face hard before gripping tightly again and slapping down his filthy cock onto her tear-stricken face, smearing around the mixture of fluids coating his deformed member but paying special attention to her mouth and lips. For whatever reason he wanted her to taste him, wanted that nasty flavor to linger on her tongue and be remembered in her mind every thing she thought back to this time. "Open mouth! Clean it!" His raging shouts would hopefully cow her into temporary submission in the moment but truly this was about all he could hope to enjoy from her anymore, she was just too far gone and too broken to be useful otherwise.

One way or another, whether he had to choke her again or pry apart her jaws, Max would stuff his dick into her mouth to force what he wanted from her one last time. He would make her clean his cock until nothing but her spit coated him to shine in the dim orange light. When he finished that though, when he was satisfied with what he could eke from her, the Entity backed up his thoughts and guided him that his time was up. He pulled his cock from her mouth and left behind the taste of cum, sweat, blood, and her own juices, before he finally grabbed her body and hoisted her up towards one of the four hooks that would be her salvation from this hell. He knew that the Entity didn't care about how she was hung this time and that he didn't need to hook her shoulder but he did it anyway as he shoved her onto the sharpened point and left her to hang at eye level, his glowing orbs staring at her with his sadistic glee evident upon his horrid face. Max said nothing when the spider like appendages of shadow descended to impale her painfully and lift her away towards the campfire, he had gotten his revenge and was satisfied as he felt the pull tugging him away to the limbo that was his existence once more.
 
Feng was too broken to crawl across the floor to Max, no matter how much she wanted the nightmare to end. Once he came to her, she was much more compliant. She didn't even close her eyes when he rolled her body over; she stared up at him with wide, terrified eyes, even when his heavy hand slapped her across the face. Her arms laid limp on the floor, unable to resist anymore, as did the stumps of her legs, not even attempting to hide her torn, dripping genitals. She didn't try to fight him or pull away when his cock smeared across her face, even as the tip dragged over her right eye, leaving a strand of semen suspended between her upper and lower eyelashes. She still made sounds, but only softly, and her torn vocal cords distorted them to such weak, scratchy croaks that it was unable to tell whether she was sobbing, groaning, or simply wheezing.

He didn't need to choke her or pry her jaws open. She opened her mouth for him - or let it fall slack, more like - and as he forced his cock down her throat, all she produced was a low, miserable choking sound. It took a moment for her to respond, giving him time to appreciate the warmth and moisture of her mouth in its natural state, but then her tongue slid over his shaft and the muscles of her throat, however clumsy, attempted to flex on his head. Despite the limpness of the rest of her body, Feng's mouth did its best to clean him. She tasted his semen, her juices, her blood - everything that had touched him was now awash over her tongue. She would have shuddered, but there was nothing left of her to do so. All she had left inside of her was turned to the purpose of serving him, so he could finally give her the mercy of death.

Well, almost all. When she was nearly done, the combination of his phallus on her gag reflex and the disgusting combination of fluids she'd swallowed pushed her stomach too far. With a pained choking sound, she vomited around his cock, leaking from the corners of her mouth to spill off her chin and onto her chest. A new rush of terror entered her eyes as she looked up at him, silently begging him to forgive her, let her keep going. She licked that off him, too, until finally his cock had nothing left on it but her thick, sticky saliva.

Max meant to hook her shoulder, but the missing weight of her legs caused him to lift her higher than intended. Rather than her shoulder, the sharp hook piercing through her back and out her chest, spearing through her heart on the way. Her scream was short, but ripe with pain as burning agony tore through her chest, her heart desperately trying to pump around the metal and keep her alive but only tearing itself apart further. Her head lolled, making eye contact with Max one last time before the Entity's claws came down, punching through her torso, shredding bone and organs alike. Blood streamed to the ground beneath her as the light went out of her eyes and the Entity lifted her away, its world collapsing back down to the basement and then finally into nothingness.

And then Feng looked up, and she was at the campfire again. She didn't know how long she'd been there. Her head turned left. David was there. Her head turned right. Meg was there. She looked down and saw her legs, whole. She ran her hands over her knees and then down her shins to her feet, lifting one, then the other. Suddenly, without realizing it, she released a shuddering sob. Then she realized she wasn't stopping, and that her face was wet with tears.

"'Ey, love," David said, looking over. "You alright, then?"

Feng stood up and, heedless of witnesses, ran her hands over her body. She started at her mouth, then down to her breasts, squeezing both through her shirt until they began to hurt, and then until they hurt a lot. Only then did they continue downwards, sliding between her legs, one hand grabbing through her shorts at her vagina while the other reached back to poke at her anus.

"Dirty. Dirty. Dirty. Dirty." Feng stared into the fire, its flickering orange light playing over her face. David looked over at Meg, who looked back, and started to get up off the log.

"What happened, Feng?" Meg asked cautiously, holding out one hand. "Whatever it was, we move forward, right? We don't stop. They can't stop us!"

"Dirty. Inside me. Dirty. Broken." Feng was louder now. "Broken, broken, broken broken broken broken broken broken!"

"Feng, no - !" Meg reached out, but Feng had already jumped forward, face-first into the campfire. She screamed, but whether it was in pain or anguish was impossible to tell. Immediately David was grabbing her, hauling her backward and out of the flames. The skin on her face and arms were already badly seared, but she was still very alive, and very conscious, the memories perfectly clear in her head.

"No, no, no!" Feng screamed, trying to fight David. She almost managed to break his grip before Meg joined them, holding her back. Despite the odds, Feng clawed at the ground and howled, trying to pull herself back to the fire. "Dirty, broken, inside me, inside me! Let me die! Let me die! Please...please..."

Somewhere, the Entity smiled.
 
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