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Top of the Foodchain (kaigen and Darkangel)

Every few moments, Taryn began to doze and, as she did, her body would begin to slip into an almost relaxed state, but... Not for long. Each time her mind forgot, letting go, allowing itself that one escape—sleep—her muscles would spasm, the aches, that horrible, throbbing pain would fire along each and every nerve causing her body to jolt and twitch. It was reaching the point of unbearable. What she wouldn't give to just be back in Miami watching the people slowly die around her. It was less painful than this. Her eyes stung, her body was near the point of collapse. Never had any of her workouts—some of them considered to be quite rigorous, tough for the average individual—put her through this much agony.

Blankets...a bath...a pillow...

Taryn would kill... No! Her thoughts ended right there when that entered her mind. No, she wouldn't kill. Not like James. Not like him. She glanced over and saw his cruel eyes, eyes that had looked so pleasing only hours before. What had she been thinking? Oh, she knew. Had she been wrong to think the best in him? In anyone? Humanity was collapsing, dying out.

Dying. And now Taryn felt like she was dying. She flared her nostrils slightly, the pain shooting up through her face and into her skull. A small trickle of blood dripped down her throat as things inside her nose moved. But it wasn't much. It had mostly scabbed over inside, or so it seemed. She didn't even want to know what her face looked like. It felt swollen and bruised and she could tell that her nose was crooked and out of joint. No one would probably even be able to recognize her. Though it wasn't like she had any family left after the spread of the illness.

Just then, James got up and walked over to her. Immediately Taryn felt a wave of fear wash over her entire body. Her muscles tensed and she twitched slightly in place. Every bit of movement, no matter how small, brought on a new series of pain...ugh, how she wished this night would end, that the sun would rise and this could somehow just be over! She was doing her part, being a good girl. No doubt James was seeing this.

When James stood before her, he brought himself down to her level and stared Taryn directly in the eyes. She felt herself shiver, tears welling her eyes despite trying to stifle them. But it was no use. He reached out to touch her face, her head flinching slightly but allowing him to manipulate her nose. She screamed out, unable to help herself as he slid it back into place. Whimpering, it became clear what he'd done. A part of her was grateful, another part...oh, she just wanted this over! She was so cold, so scared, so...confused!

Taryn just cried for what felt like several minutes while James began preparing things. She couldn't tell what he was doing, but a part of her just didn't want to know any more. Nothing he did or planned could be good. Never had she ever suspected that someone...someone so beautiful with such kind eyes could be so absolutely and utterly cruel. She still couldn't understand it, didn't want to! She could only hope that if she survived this test, that with the dawn it would be over and things would somehow be fine.

It had to be! It just had to!

Just then, Taryn's thoughts were interrupted. James was untying her! A jolt of hope stabbed through her as the ropes loosened and she slowly lowered, her muscles allowed a moment of relief. Oh, it was more than she could hope for! More than she could... Her body went limp against James. She was so tired, so exhausted, so in need of sleep! He whispered her praise, telling her she'd been good, but then...then she heard it. That cold after thought about how he enjoyed seeing her suffer. All that hope she'd suddenly felt turned cold, like a ball of ice settling somewhere deep inside her gut. Her blood chilled and she just let him do what needed to be done. She would be good, she'd get through this.

James manipulated her body on the coffee table, spreading her legs and then shackling her ankles. Despite it all, her cheeks heated at being placed in such a vulnerable position. As if being fully nude didn't do it alone. But there was something about her legs being spread before him, opening herself up in invitation. He'd said he'd rape her, take her, claim her. She knew he'd do it. But oh!!! Why couldn't this just be the way she'd envisioned it earlier when they'd talked so genuinely on the porch? Hadn't he liked that?

Was he even from Arizona?

Taryn wondered where that stray thought came from. Too many things were racing through her head as James positioned her the way he thought was best. Her body was practically dead weight, but she made no move to fight him, letting him have his cruel, sadistic way. When her arms were secured, she realized that in this position it was just as difficult to move as before, though it wasn't as bad. Why? Just...why? But, she had no time to dwell on such things. James was already undressing.

Taryn hated herself for thinking that James was more magnificent than she'd expected underneath those clothes. It was hardly fair. He could easily get any woman he wanted. Hell, he could've had her! She was nearly ready to take those steps toward offering herself as they were slowly getting to know each other, but then... Oh, it was just wrong, so very wrong! Was it always the most beautiful who were the most evil? She half wondered if this was true. James seemed to be proof of it as he stalked closer and pressed the throbbing head of his cock against her lips and gripped her hair in his strong hands.

It was impossible to resist, though Taryn also knew what would come if she defied him. It was her obedience or death and she so very much wanted to live. Her blue eyes looked up at him, glistening with tears as she let her lips part and his cock slid past them and into the warm wet of her mouth, which fully accepted him as her tongue swirled and licked and tasted. She'd be his good girl...she'd obey...dawn would arrive soon.
 
His emotions and thoughts were wide ranging as well. Though they laid in the opposite end of the spectrum. Whereas she was sad fearful and in pain He was in utter ecstasy. The way she willingly licked his bulbous head sent an almost electric jolt through his body. It almost satisfied him to know that she was going to try to please him willingly. Almost anyway. There was still that sadistic side of him that wanted her in pain. Needed to feel her throat convulse around his girthy length. To hear the wet sound of her gagging while he stretches her gullet. But still he remained still letting her think that this was all he wanted despite what he told her earlier. Though after a time he slowly began to press himself further into her mouth as he groaned in pleasure. The wet warmth enveloped him. Coated his long shaft while he fed her inch after inch. But despite his desire to impale her throat with his rod he stopped his forward assault when he felt his shrouded tip press against the tight opening of her throat.

For a long moment he just held himself there at the entrance to her throat. While he held her head with both hands he savored the way her body tried to buck and her throat convulsed in a vain attempt at expelling the soon to invade object. The wet gagging sound only further excited him. That same wet sound meant that her throat had already started to coat itself with the thick spit that would allow his passage. So he suddenly and forcefully shoved the rest of himself into her throat. The short hairs at the base of his shaft pressed against her newly set nose moments before the flesh just above his cock crashed into her nose. His heavy seed laiden sack slapped off her chin and the wet sound he savored suddenly ceased. His shaft had closed off her airway and made screaming or breathing impossible. But he could still feel her throat clench and convulse around him.

Then while he glowered down at her with a sick smile on his face he started to piston back and forth without fully leaving her gullet. Lewd groans left his lips as he rappidly and violently fucked her throat. The brutal assault on her mouth and the way his pelvis slammed into her nose caused it to start bleeding again and the blood he saw on his gleaming shaft every time he pulled back raised his desire to defile her.

Was it seconds or minutes that he remained in the small passage? He didn't know. Time seemed to stand still while he abused the orafice that was never designed to accomidate such. A girth and length. But he knew however long it had been he needed to allow her a breath. So that was exactly what he did. He pulled out of her mouth completely. Her thick spit comingled with blood and created a grotesque strand that ran from her mouth to his shrouded head while he held her there inches from his cock. While he enjoyed the assault there was something he wanted more. Something much more. So as he let go of her head and stood he chuckled. "You're not . Cert good cock sucker. But don't worry. You'll get used to it." Then knelt behind her where her legs were spread wide. The welt still raised and red across her form rear. "Now let's see if your ass is as tight as your throat."

He was an utterly brutal man. Far more so than she could have ever imagined. And she was far more innocent than he could have ever imagined. He looked down as he forcefully spread her cheeks. The tiny pink pucker he saw looked as if it had never even had a finger inside it let alone a man's cock. So while he pressed his shrouded cockhead against it he asked. "Taryn. Has anyone fucked this hole before? Or are you a prude?"
 
Taryn looked up into James' eyes. Those eyes had once seemed so very kind when they'd been sharing dinner...no, not dinner! Ugh, her tummy tightened as her thoughts spun out of control! They hadn't shared dinner! It had been human flesh! For a brief moment, she thought she might be sick again, retch all over the place while he slowly let his cock fill her mouth. But she couldn't do that, not now. Not when her life depended on everything she did. Instead, she focused on those eyes, pretending that they still held that softness. She could almost see it as he groaned out his pleasure, as her tongue swirled and licked. In her mind, she tried to imagine what it could've been like had this gone a different way, had he placed his hand on the small of her back, maybe let his arms gently encircle her waist and pull her gently against his chest. Oh, how nice that would've been.

But instead, Taryn found herself splayed and immobilized uncomfortably against a coffee table. Her body shivered from the chill in the air and the fear that swelled inside her. Keeping her blue eyes fixed on his, she suddenly felt his tip strike the back of her throat. Never had any man gone so deeply into her mouth. Her arms twitched, struggling involuntarily to reach forward though all in vain. She gagged just then, her throat tightening ever so slightly. He looked back at her, pausing, as if pondering something. His next move? Oh, she didn't want to know!

Taryn gagged again, her body twitching, muscles convulsing as her arms moved against her bindings. It was agony! Torture! Just what was he doing? She'd been good, she'd complied! And now...now she couldn't breathe! Her eyes began to water as she struggled, desperately wanting to move his cock out of her throat so that she could take in precious air. But he didn't move, wouldn't move, spit began to drip from her mouth, her head shaking violently as she tried to move, to breathe! But it was no use. James wasn't going to give it to her. He was making things clear. It was his decision if she was to breathe and right now he didn't want her to have that needed breath. Her eyes pleaded with him as she struggled and shook, her mind full of panic as the room began to spin and the edges of her vision slowly began to turn black.

Just when Taryn didn't think she could take any more, James pushed further. His hips crashed against her face, the pain in her nose causing her to see white. She felt it slide out of place all over again and blood began to drip down the back of her throat and once again down her face. Gagging, drooling, she just longed to breathe! Her body convulsed before him, her muscles almost entirely out of her control. His balls slapped against her chin with a loud, sickening thwack and her tiny grunts filled the room as they mixed with the sound of her gagging. She was ready to faint, to pass out. And just when she was ready to succumb to the darkness enshrouding her vision, he pulled out of her mouth.

Taryn's nose ached terribly, her lungs on fire yet she gulped the air like it was the most precious thing in the world. James just laughed at her, clearly amused by her reactions. He mocked her as he moved behind her, his cock glistening with her spit and blood. She took his insults as his hands touched her backside, still tender from where he'd struck her. He then mentioned her asshole causing her eyes to widen, her head to turn slightly.

He couldn't be serious! But...she knew he was. Facing forward again, Taryn let her head drop and tears mixed with the blood flowing from her nose began to fall forming a small puddle on the coffee table. He was trying to goad her. She knew that and what horrified her was that deep down she had to admit he was right. She didn't like to think of herself as a prude. After all, she'd had her share of boyfriends; she'd had a relatively decent sex life. But...what he was inferring? No, no, she'd never done that!

"I..." Taryn rasped out, her throat slightly sore due to James' assault. "I've never been taken there," she admitted sounding defeated, yet terrified. She knew what was coming, that he'd show her no mercy. But she couldn't help but plead. "Please," she begged. "I...I'll be good," she promised. "Y-your good girl." And she meant it! Though she knew it wouldn't be enough to sway this man. The cut on her breast stung as she shifted slightly against the coffee table, her body preparing for the inevitable, but holding onto hope. Oh sweet dawn! It had to come soon!
 
Already James had spoken more to this woman than he had to his previous girl. And that woman spent several months locked up with him. Before it was about inflicting as much pain as possible for as long as possible. But now, with Taryn things were different. He planned on keeping her alive and utterly destroying her mind. Reshaping her into a new kind of person. One who would welcome his abuse. A woman who he hoped would actually learn to find comfort in pain the way he felt comfort in giving it. The thought itself sent a shiver up his spine. A shiver that was intensified by hearing her confirm his thought.

He began pressing against her tiny pink hole while he spoke. "I I ow you're going to be good. Not tell me how much you like this. Beg me to take you. Use my name,," as he spoke her tiny rim gave way and tore through her rim. The tightness was amazing. As was the way her body seemed to quiver and try to move away from his assaulting member. But then he suddenly stoped his advance. Yes he wanted her in agony. But knew that the snug fit would not only hurt her, but him as well. So with only his head, it's shroud pulled back from her tightness, he began to pulse back and forth slightly. Slowly in an attempt to loosen the snug fit. Every time he pulsed forward he forced just a little more of himself into her. He wanted to take her in one rough shove like he had the last woman he took. But the last woman seemed more experienced. So he settled for second best and took her as roughly as his sensitive rod would allow. While he shallowly pistoned back and forth and fed her more of his huge rod all the time he grunted and spoke through gritted teeth. "Who's my ass slut?"

Dirty talk normally wasn't his thing. It wasn't something that he indulged in often. But his goal with her was entirely different than the others. Before all he wanted was to hear screams of terror and pain. And while he wanted those things from Taryn. He also wanted her to start to believe things about herself. He however did not expect this to happen in one night. James did know though that many people, particularly those of weak minds, would come to believe things that were said about them over time. So he continued to assault her with words while he violated her forbidden passage with his length. "You're nothing but my dirty little n cum slut aren't you? Say it whore!" He bellowed just as he hilted his rod in her ass.

He wanted to fuck her into submission. He needed to hear those words from her instead of just the pained sobs. So he reached forward and wrapped her hair round his hand and pulled back while he slowly withdrew his rod until only his thick cockhead remained wedged in her ripped and bleeding was. It had to be painful. To be taken for then first time this way lubricated only with spit and blood. The way her back door stretched obscenely around his thick meat only caused his desire to strengthen. His cock seemed to get even harder 21st the sight. Veins protruded as his cock swelled and pulsed with the strong best of his heart. Suddenly he slammed forward and buried himself in her defiled hole while he growled. "I said tell me how much you like it whore."

Years prior a girlfriend of his rejected his advances. He wanted to try anal. But she refused. So he took it anyway. Rumors were still going around that he murdered his girlfriend in high school. So it was easy to convince her to keep quiet. The way she bellowed and howeled as he raped her backside were the most erotic thing he heard that was the most erotic thing until he caught up to her a year later and cut her still beating heart from her chest. The need to kill caught up with him and she was the perfect target. Theyd been broke up long enough that no one would think it was him. They even lived in different states. But he happened across her at a rest stop while she was traveling to a job interview.

That was also the time he found out he had a taste for human flesh. As he broke open her ribcage with a set of bolt cutters he nicked an artery. Blood sprayed his face and got in his mouth. That was the moment he knew exactly what he was. So he cut out her heart. And the last thing she saw was him biting into the dense muscle.

After that first vilent shove James couldn't help himself he began to violently and rappidly piston in and out of her ass with such force that every time he came crashing into her the entire table moved forward. All the while he pulled her hair back and spewed obsenities at her.
 
Taryn was shaking. Whether from fear or the terrible invasion or just the plain cold air that swirled around her naked flesh, she hardly knew. Hell, she hardly cared! Her blue eyes clamped shut, tears burning them as they spilled from the corners and streaked her dirty face, her nose aching with every attempted breath. James had pushed his cock into her ass, the head of it fully invading her body, her asshole gripping it like a vice. She knew he'd do it. He'd told her he would. Though why she'd held out a hope that he'd somehow show mercy was beyond her very comprehension. But she couldn't help it. Maybe it was the way his voice sounded as he spoke to her—no, mocked her, yelled at her—that fluid tone that sounded way too pleasant for someone so rancidly evil.

"I...I like it," Taryn rasped barely keeping her thoughts together. She could get through this. She'd please him and pass this part of his test. "I...I love it, J-james..." Her face was twisted, contorted into a wincing sneer as she felt her skin tear around her tight asshole as James' cock stretched it out, fucking it for the very first time. If she had her way, it would also be the last...but somehow she knew that wouldn't be the case. With the way he was starting to move against her, slow yet sure, shallow thrusts that made him moan. It was as if he was savoring every bit of what he was doing. Relishing the feel of her, relishing her pain.

Taryn groaned, soft sobs shaking her body against her restraints. If only she could move, relax, something! But James kept working his cock in her ass, determined to stretch those muscles, to work them out really good. If only he'd just stop! But that was wishful thinking. Such wishes didn't come true when everything strewn about you was cursed. Shaking, shivering, she endured the violation, her body going numb from pain and exhaustion. She felt James' hand grip her hair, yanking her head back. Blood dripped down her throat and she gagged, her eyes opening as she stared straight back into his.

"I...I'm y-your ass slut," Taryn stammered, trembling violently as she tried to swallow, a clot moving down her throat causing her to gag yet again. "I...I'm y-your dirty c-cum slut..." But she couldn't believe it, didn't want to and she wondered if he truly did too. Though the way he looked at her, the way he plunged his meaty cock into her ass again and again...

Taryn cried out as James rammed himself in all the way, pounding hard against her tender ass. She could feel more of her skin tearing and was sure she felt blood. But she was already such a mess that it was hard to tell any longer. Her skin burned and her insides churned. More than anything she just wanted some sweet relief! Never had the hours seemed so very long! She glanced toward the door and wondered what time it was. The sun had to be rising soon! This would end soon enough! It...it had to! Her head dropped as he rammed harder, the table moving forward with each hard thrust. She could hear his voice, lewd comments in sweet, almost angelic tones.

Ugh! It was so very wrong!

Why were the beautiful ones this horrific?

"Oww...ahhh....nnngghhh..." Taryn sobbed and panted, her body going through so much with each pumping thrust of James' thick cock. The table made strange noises as the legs scraped against the floor, her ears ringing, her head pounding. But she had to be his good girl. She had to comply. "I...I like it, J-james...I...I'm y-your d-dirty c-cum slut..." she cried. "I...I'm y-your good girl!"
 
He heard her words felt, the way her bleeding rear gripped his rod, the fear she felt. Even the way his foreskin slid back and forth over his shaft while he pummeled her hole. It was all electric, dirty and exactly what he thought he wanted. Though despite her pained moans and all the other sensations he wasn't ready. Maybe had grown too accumstomed to finding his pleasure in their ultimate pain. Maybe he was desensitized to it. He could feel his orgasm teetering on the brink but couldn't force it over. So after an eternity of pummeling her rear entrance he suddenly jerked his cock from her ass and stood. Then without a word he walked through the cool air in the cabin round to where he previously stripped before her and fished through the pocket of his coat. After opening the knife his father gave him He frowned down at her and said. "You're trying. But I'm not convinced." Then walked back around her.

Again he knelt behind her and spread her cheeks. He didn't really want to her to make him believe she wanted it. How could she. She'd finally found a smiling face after who knows how long and now he not only beat her and cut her. But was forcing her to endure something she never would have willingly done. What he wanted was to completely break her. To destroy who she was. He pushed previous women past their breaking point and turned them into animals. Now he wanted to turn one into a woman that loved the pain he inflicted.

James looked down at her battered and bleeding hole as it tried to close up. Tried to return to its original size. But he was not done. So he spat into her slowly closing pucker and forced his entire lengt back into her then slowly dragged his blade down her spine while he slowly withdrew his meat. The cut was shallow, and barely broke the skin. But bled readily. Dark red liquid welled up and began to pool at the small of her back. He would have rather watched it roll off to her sides. But with the way her arms were painfully pulled up behind her it was the only way for it to go. Not unlike mud starting to flow down a riverbed when rains first started falling far north her blood flowed toward the center of her back.

His eyes looked down at the cut with wide eyes and his entire body shook in anticipation with excitement. Her blood, her pain excited him. And he wanted more. Though he had to be careful. Early on he learned how too much pain meant that the weak human body had a tendency to shut down. Then his pleasure would have to wait until he could wake her. He wanted to slowly drive the knife through muscle and bone until he hit a nerve in her hip, or her shoulder. But he had to restrain himself. So instead he began to slowly push back into her while he simultaneously drove the sharp blade into her firm ass cheek, deeper than the cut on her back or breast. But not so deep that he actually pushed into the muscle. "Oh you look so good when you bleed Taryn." He groaned as he again hinted himself in her ass. "It's ok. Scream and let me know how much it hurts." He said while he began to push a finger into the shallow hole in her cheek.
 
James didn't believe her. He didn't believe a single word that passed over her lips. Then again, how could he? She hardly believed the words she was muttering herself, though a part of her wished that she could. If only this had gone another way. It could have. It should have! And she still had hope that it would once the dawn finally came upon them both. With each forceful thrust, Taryn's eyes drifted toward the door, desperately trying to see if the sky was turning lighter and brighter with the rays of the rising sun. But the sky was still black. Black and cold, the air chilling her skin as she longed for warmth and comfort.

Taryn felt James' hands back on her ass cheeks again. Was he admiring his dirty work? Ugh, she felt so dirty! Dirty, vulnerable. Just dreadful! The muscles he'd been stretching with that vicious cock of his felt strange and sore and she knew he was taking a moment to just relish what he'd done while she wallowed in her own misery. She could feel the muscles clenching, contracting and releasing as if they weren't sure what to do or expect. Just then, she felt a sharp sting begin at the top of her back and between her shoulder blades. She let out a shrill scream and then felt James ram his cock deeply inside her ass once again. It was as if he couldn't decide just how far was enough...just how much pain and torment he should administer. But her body was ready to give, on the verge of defeat. She was going to fail this test; she'd miss the dawn.

Fresh sobs left Taryn's throat as James pumped and the warm, wet blood dripped down along her spine. She could feel it gathering at the small of her back, forming a puddle that sloshed slightly as her body was jostled and battered. She...she wasn't going to make it. She wanted to be his good girl, his compliant little cum slut. But...

This was too much!

Never had Taryn expected this! Not from someone so beautiful and with such kind eyes that had seemed so interested in the things she'd had to say, interested in...her. As James continued his assault on her ass, suddenly renewed with vigor, she felt another sharp sting on one of her ass cheeks.

"Ahhhh...nnghh!!!" Taryn cried, grunting and whimpering with every bit that James gave her.

The cut hurt badly. Almost as much as when James had cut along her spine. Taryn felt James' fingers prodding the wound, poking it, making it bleed, ache...throb!

"It hurts, James!" Taryn screamed. "B-but I...I'm still...still y-your good girl!" She was sobbing near uncontrollably, her vision going dark as her mind went blank, numb. Oh god she wanted the dawn, needed it! Anything to quell this demon that had taken over this man. "I...I'll always be your g-good girl!"

Taryn didn't know if James would believe her as she cried out into the bitter night. But in that moment, she almost convinced herself that she would.
 
James didn't entirely believe her. How could she want this? What he was inflicting on her was the worse kind of invasion. He made her beg for the horror he was inflicting on her. Though it could be that she was naturally submissive. He didn't know this woman nearly as well as the others he took. He normally followed and stalked his prey for months. So by the time he started with them he knew more about them than they knew themselves.

As he rammed his cock violently and repeatedly into her battered hole he let the other sensations of sight sound and scent flood his nervous system. Finally he felt the release he needed, the feeling that welled up from deep in his sack. Her screams and sobbing and the sight of that crimson liquid was what he needed to send him over the edge. With a finally violent shove he felt his cum spray into her forbidden depths as he groaned and roughly gripped her cheeks. He jerked and spasumed like he couldn't decide if he wanted to drive deeper into her or pull out. Though eventually after he emptied himself into her ass he released the gripnhe held on her cheeks and slowly withdrew. Despite the vigor with which he fucked her. His breathing returned to normal quickly. Before he even went around to where her head was he seemed to have regained his composure.

His hearty rod became slack though remained covered in his cum and her blood. He thought about making her lick him clean. But instead he knelt before her and pulled her hair back so she Had to look into his eyes.

Yes hed orgasmed. Yes he got exactly what he wanted. But a part of breaking her was demoralizing her. So instead of telling her she was a good girl and letting her out of the painful devise he spat in her face Then shook his head. "That was pathetic." and walked away out of view.
 
"Aahh...owww...nngh..." Taryn's grunts and whimpers reverberated off the walls of the cabin as James pounded her tender ass as it bled and tore. She could feel the cuts on her body sting as blood seeped out each time her body moved. It was as if James made sure of that with each forceful thrust causing her to jolt and twitch just enough despite the restraints holding her firmly in place.

Everything that was happening was so surreal, the worst kind of nightmare straight out of a horror novel. She could swear that things like this just didn't exist. They didn't happen to people like her...yet it was. Tears fell from her blue eyes, but her body didn't shake as she cried. Never had she expected someone to ever use her ass in this way. It had never crossed her mind, not even her wildest, kinkiest dreams. And now this brutal man was taking it, fucking it like he owned it.

Did he? Taryn wasn't even sure. She knew she'd wanted to get to know this man more intimately not all that long ago. Little had she known... And she now felt so fucking stupid!

"Aahh...aahh..." Taryn yelped wishing James would just hurry and finish, offering some kind of relief. Anything! Just then she felt him slow, plunging deep and finally unleashing all that he had as he filled her ass with his hot, sticky cum. He coated her insides, his claim on her ass complete. She was his, he'd taken and...and she'd let him. When he finished and pulled out, the relief was so amazing that she almost lost herself in that moment. She wanted to thank him, to let him know it had been worth it to finally have this moment, to...

Suddenly, James was in front of her. Taryn lifted her head and sought his eyes. She held his gaze, her tummy twisting as nervousness took hold of her soul. He then spit in her face, aching and battered. Just...just what had she done wrong? She'd complied! She'd been good!

"No! No, wait!" Taryn shrieked. Dawn was coming soon. She couldn't fail this test! She wouldn't. "I...I promise that I love it. Please..." She was panicked and didn't want to die. Convincing him was part of listening? Or...maybe it would just prolong the torture. Either way, she would find a way to please this man! She had to. Her life depended on it. Frantic, she knew she had to prove it. And by all that was holy and unholy, she'd find a way. "I...I'm aroused James," she suddenly rasped.

Taryn had no idea why she said that. Was it out of fear or desperation? Possibly. But it was the only way she knew James would have his proof. Digging deep down inside herself, she thought about the moment she first laid eyes on him. He'd made her skin tingle and she'd wondered what it would be like to be touched by someone like him. Now, she knew. But perhaps there could be more...if she tried. Really tried. It would be hard, yes. But this wasn't an ordinary test. She didn't know or understand the rules and the only one allowed to make or break them was the beautiful man brutalizing her so completely.

"Come...come see...please!" Taryn begged. She swallowed hard and imagined James' hands gently caressing her body the way she'd wanted him to. Touching and exploring, making her turn into liquid heat as made sweet love to her needy body. Just then she gasped and felt the fist sign of true arousal as a tiny gush dribbled from her cunt. "Look, James! That's all for you!"

Taryn pleaded for James to inspect her cunt, to look for the proof that she truly loved everything he was doing. She wanted his approval, needed it. And as she waited for him to check, she felt her anticipation rise and with it her clit began to throb. Did she really want his genuine approval? Her heart sank a little when she realized her answer was...yes.
 
James didn't return to inspect her cunt. But nor did he suddenly come up and punish her. Instead he walked over to the sink and turned on the water. Then as he washed his cum and her blood from his cock he thought to himself about what he would be doing to her next. He was sure that her fragile mind thought that pleasing him, and enjoying the abuse would mean she lived. Though that was not the case. She would eventually die by his hand. But not until he had exactly what he wanted. And from how she reacted to their first encounter he was sure that time would come much sooner than he anticipated.

A part of him was pleased with how well this little session went. But the more animal side of him. The side that loved a challenge was somewhat disappointed. He never had a woman crack so readily. But again. He never had a woman that was so far removed from everything she knew and loved for so long before he took her. They were both certainly in uncharted territory.

He cussed silently because of The cold well water that ran through the faucet. He intended to signup some sort of heater for the water. He longed for a hot shower. But had yet to figure out how. Something He fully intended to remedy quickly. Whilenuebwas a man that enjoyed roughing it. Enjoyed nature. He was still a man that enjoyed the finer things. But now the finer things were simple. A hot shower was one such thing.

He continued to ignore the woman even After he walked back to where he stripped his clothes and dressed. Again obscuring his chiseled physieque from her view. Most of the women he previously tortured did everything they could not to look at him. They were repulsed by what he did to them. So they tried not to look at him. Either because they didn't want to see such a handsome man that was capable of such ugliness. Or because they didn't want to admit to themselves that they still found him attractive. But Taryn had previously watched him even after he showed her his true nature. Though now he completely ignored her. So he didn't knowing she was watching him or not. Once he dressed he tossed a thin blanket over her bound form. Covered every part of her abused body Then set about to dragging the rest of the remains from the cabin to the fire he built before he raped her.

After stoking the fire with more logs he piled up the rest of her remains. Almost immediately the smell of oak woodsmoke and flesh filled his nose. The scent excited him almost as much as the bound woman inside. But the evening was wearing on and dawn would come soon. There was still much to do. So instead of savoring it he went to the grill and retrieved the smoked jerky that would help to sustain them for at least several days if not longer.

Finally after he took the tray back inside and covered it he cleaned up the remaining blood on the floor. He wasn't ready to dispose of his last victim. He loved the sight of her decaying flesh and organs on the table. He savored the sight of her blood as it dried on the wooden floor and table. But knew it needed to go. In a broken world disease was more dangerous than he was. And he fully intended to concour this world just as he did the last. So once the blood was finally cleaned he kicked off his boots, stripped from his clothes and crawled under the thick blankets on the warm bed and fell asleep Thinking of the unspeakable horrors that He would unleash upon his new toy, Taryn.
 
His hands never came. Nor did his words. James made sure to stay out of Taryn's view as much as possible and any time he had no choice, his eyes never once found hers. It was sheer agony and she wondered which was worse, being brutalized or ignored. Why wouldn't he look? Her cunt was actually starting to drool for him, she could feel it as her clit began to pulse dully between her spread legs. If only he would glance, just a small glimpse and he'd see her sex was glistening with her juices as they slicked up her pussy lips just for him! She was sickened by how much she wanted James to see, to lavish her with praise at how wet she'd suddenly become. And why?

Because of him!

Oh, Taryn knew damned well that it wasn't the pain that caused it. It was the desire to live, to please and to hear something reassuring no matter how small. She shifted slightly, the wounds on her body stinging, causing her to let out a low hiss. Shifting again, her clit rubbed against the coffee table, the friction sending an unexpected jolt of pleasure through her body. She had to stifle the groan as the ache began to grow. Ugh, she was disgusted with herself! She was bound, immobilized, her body just recently violated and defiled by probably the most beautiful man she'd ever seen.

Taryn wanted to cry and she hated herself for having such conflicted thoughts. Her mind wanted to scream, yet there was now this sudden need rising between her legs. She tried to look at James as he moved about the room, that ache growing stronger. Just then, he threw a blanket over her body, taking her sight away. She wanted to scream, to shout. As much as she didn't want to admit it, it was the one little pleasure she had left—watching him. James had taken everything else away.

Suddenly, Taryn felt her heart beat between her legs and she let her head drop as she groaned. Her face hurt when it fell against the table and she could hear James moving about. She longed to see him, to know what he was doing. She wanted him to know she was being good, that he'd managed to arouse her. After a while, the sounds stopped and she wondered if he left or was watching or...sleeping? Had he just decided to keep her this way until dawn, sweet dawn? The ache between her legs hadn't died down and she could feel the blood mixing with her juices each time her body twitched. Biting down on her lower lip, she concentrated on her clit, how it felt and would've felt if James touched her the way she'd longed for, hoped for.

Maybe it would come with the dawn?

Taryn certainly didn't know and all she had left were her dreams. She let her eyes flutter shut as she let her thoughts dwell on the steady pulse of her clit. She imagined James mouth sucking on the tiny nub, teasing it just as mercilessly as he'd ravaged her ass. Her body shifted soundlessly beneath the blanket and the sensations of pleasure settled between her legs, a steady ebb and flow until she suddenly felt her cunt seethe. It was the smallest of pleasures granted her as her body slowly succumbed to exhaustion. Trembling from the sudden wave of pleasure that gripped her, she let herself enjoy it for a few brief moments. Though she bit down on her cheek to prevent herself from crying out. As the rush of her juices dribbled down her thighs, she let sleep consume her.

Taryn had no idea how long she slept. She awoke with a start, gasping as her eyes went wide and lingering thoughts of James rolled through her mind. She was disturbed that her dreams weren't ones of horror, but rather of erotic encounters with the man who'd hurt her, raped her, said such horrible things. Frantically, she twisted her head from side to side, but she couldn't see due to the blanket. Had dawn finally come?

Only time would tell. But the stench of burning flesh lingered in the air...a reminder of where she was and who she was with—the most beautiful devil to walk the Earth.
 
His sleep was a restful one even if it was a light sleep. He didn't dream but could hear her wimpers and what he thought were moans in the background. Half asleep and half awake the sounds that seemed unmistakable as moans of pleasure caused his rod to stiffen and when he awoke he found himself more aroused than normal in the morning. The images of her from the night prior were still fresh in his mind as were the sensations he felt when he dumped his hot seed into her bowels. Yes, when the attractive masculine male was ready for more the moment he awoke.

He crossed the cabin nude, his statuesque form proudly displayed while he pulled the sheet away from her painfully bound form. Well rested and bright eyed he smirked down at her battered body but said not a word. Instead he held out a wide metal ring with rubber straps. But still said not a word. He wanted her to feel sub human. Needed her to feel the same way about herself as he himself felt she should be treated. So instead of ordering her to open her mouth he used her own long hair to choke her until she opened her mouth then roughly shoved the ring deep into her mouth. With it firmly wedged behind her teeth he fixed the strap round her head and set about to removing the steel tubes that held her in place. After freeing each limb he laid the bars out carefully on the table then slowly urged her toward the partition that seperated the main room from the shower. While he saw her as subhuman he knew that forcing her to move too quickly after being bound in one position for too long could cause permanent damage. So even though he forced her movements he did so slowly.

Upon entering it was obvious that he did not set up the shower for comfort. On the wall hung two shackles just above her head. And in the center of the floor were two more for her ankles. Once there he slowly raised each of her arms and shackled them to the wall. Then did the same to her ankles. The position was not designed to be comfortable. But neither was it tortourous. She was simply forced to face the wall nearly leaning over toward it So he could easily clean every part of it. While he loved the look of her dried blood he knew that if he wanted to keep her alive for more than a few weeks he would need to make sure the wounds he inflicted on her did not become infected. So he turned on the cold water and let it fall over them.

James didn't mind the icy cold water. It helped him focus on the task at hand instead of his desires. So once she was wet he began to roughly scrub her body from the head down with a coarse brush from head to toe. He even scrubbed her face and nose with the unscented soap and brush. But avoided her eyes that had turned black and blue from the broken nose. Still as he scrubbed her with the same detachment one might find in a burn center he ignored her pain. He enjoyed delivering pain. Loved to hear women scream out as he destroyed their bodies. But this was simply something that had to be done. So instead of cherishing it he preformed it like it was a chore that had to be done. Though he admired her bruised ass and the long shallow cut that ran from the base of her skull to her tailbone. He wanted to see her covered in these cuts and bruises. But knew he needed to approach her refinement differently than he had others. Even last night's events, while wholly brutal were done differently than his other girls.

After he scrubbed her with the soap from head to toe He turned off the water and picked up a moist sponge then poured running alcohol onto it and began to scrub her breasts back ass and privates. Then finally he spoke. "I am going to give you another chance to prove to me that you're a good girl. If you fail the punishment will be severe." He said in the same smooth alluring voice he used the night prior while he removed her shackles and dried himself off.

Again he slowly urged her along and out into the main room. Dripping wet He knew she had to be fridgedly cold. He wanted her that way. He wanted her to be uncomfortable. Though he knew he would soon need to raise her body temperature. So after he forced her to kneel before a push chair and shackled her wrists to her ankles he went to the wood burning stove and stoked the fire. If she failed to please him she would end up hating being warm as much as she had to hate the cold.

Eventhough James wanted to warm himself and let the heat from the stove warm his flacid member he knew that his being as cold as her would hinder her abilities as well. So he walked over and say before her in the chair. The cold killed water in the shower killed his raging hard on and made his sack shrivel and retreat into his body. But knew the warmth of her mouth would soon invigorate his lust. So he said in the same smooth voice he typically used with her while his hand ran through her dripping wet hair. "Because I like to believe that I am a fair man I'm going to allow you ten minutes to pleasure me with your mouth. If you fail you will be punished."
 
A rush of cold air as the blanket was yanked away from her sore body and suddenly Taryn's eyes were flooded with the light of morning. She desperately wanted to welcome the glow of the sun's rays as it filtered into the tiny cabin. But the light felt harsh, stabbing her eyes after having been without it thanks to the blanket that had obscured her vision for the past few hours. She squinted as they adjusted, taking in the beautiful brutal man as he approached, making her skin tingle with shivers, her thoughts briefly flitting to the moment she'd made herself orgasm despite the hell she was in.

Taryn was a flurry of emotions as James manipulated her body. She longed for touch, for contact, to even relive that moment she'd allowed herself late in the night. But she feared what his touch might bring. It always brought pain now. Always the pain. What she wouldn't give to prove herself and receive some kind of reassurance from him. Now, all she had was the dawn. She'd survived the first round of tests. That counted for something. Didn't it? She certainly hoped so as James slowly placed a gag in her mouth, stretching her jaw uncomfortably, making it ache, her head pound. She wasn't sure why he was bothering though. She wouldn't bite, wouldn't dare. Besides, she hadn't yet. And she'd already been good and took his assaults to her mouth without issue. Trying to swallow, she remembered how he'd forced her to suck on him, swallow him deep as she'd gagged and tried to breathe. Her body shuddered at the memory and saliva began to pool around her lips, dribbling down her chin. She tried to suck it back up, but it was impossible. With the contraption in her mouth she had almost no control over any part of it...except her tongue. And even that was limited in what it could do thanks to the pressure of the o-ring pressing down on the soft muscle.

Looking up at him with red-rimmed eyes, Taryn couldn't help but show the relief she felt the moment James removed the restraints. Yes, he'd gagged her, but offering her the relief he suddenly was, was enough to make her weep with joy. His hands were almost gentle as he lifted and then escorted her to what appeared to be the shower. It felt so good to work her muscles a bit. She imagined his hands suddenly kneading her flesh, trailing sweet kisses over every bruise and cut. But such things weren't to come. Instead, he carefully placed her wrists and ankles in another set of shackles.

As if she'd run at this point. Where would she go? How far would she get? Taryn was certain she'd never make it alone. Not even if she tried. And now that she was in this state, she'd be lucky to last an hour.

Taryn stood there in the shower, filled with despair that she was still being treated like a prisoner. But she was holding onto hope the moment James ran the water and began to clean her. The water was far from warm, but given the season and where they were, she doubted he had much choice. This has to be the last part of the test. His hands moved over her body, hardly inspecting and hardly appreciating. He was all business now—cleaning the woman he'd violated and injured. She supposed it was better than the brutality of the night before. So she held onto that hope, refusing to let it go.

When James was done, he led her out and over to a chair. Taryn was so cold, her body shaking as it sought warmth. But there was none in this hell. James just shackled her wrists to her ankles and sat down, giving her the final challenge with that seductive voice she both loved and hated. She tried to swallow, but her saliva dribbled out of her mouth instead. Her eyes stared at his cock. She had to get that into her mouth without hands and her mouth stuck in a weird position making her jaw hurt, her head ache. She grunted through the gag, spit running down her chin, her neck, down along her breasts. She nudged his cock with her face, her nose back out of joint and hurting. Carefully, she lined up the tip of his cock with her mouth and took him into the warm and wet of it. Her tongue moved along the underside, attempting to lick and swirl, but she couldn't do much. Instead she slurped on her own saliva, trying to swallow his cock deeply into her mouth.

Just what was this? How was this fair? This was impossible! She couldn't do it! No one could! Taryn wanted to pout, to whine and scream. But James had her gagged and the look on his face said that this was how he wanted it, that he thought this more than fair, that she could do it if she's tried.

And she'd try. Taryn desperately let her head rise and fall along James' massive cock. She gagged slightly as she pushed herself, the o-ring making her body twitch. Her jaw hurt terribly to the point of distracting. And she so wanted to show she could please him

"Mmm...mmm..." Taryn grunted before gagging again, her eyes watering as her skin flushed a deep shade of red. She felt warm, but it had nothing to do with the fire that burned nearby, but the small one burning deep in her core as she found herself desperately wanting to taste James' cum as she successfully triumphed in getting him off.
 
James didn't groan or grunt despite how good it felt to be in her warm mouth. He wanted to loosen his hold on his desire and enjoy what she was doing. But he needed to make sure she failed. So instead of encouraging her with grunts or groans. Or telling her what a good job she was doing he sat there quietly while she bobbed her head up and down. He simply looked at her with contempt and remained quiet.

Her slick saliva coated his shaft and ran down between his legs to coat his balls as she continued to ram her head down so his shrouded head slammed into the back of her throat. And despite his need to fill her throat with his seed. He did not. Instead he remained quiet and simply glared at her while she tried to please him. Though after her time ran up he grabbed the back of her head and forced her face against him. He felt his ridged member bow and flex while he harshly held his cock against the back of her throat.

As he held her there he stood. Still with his cock in her mouth against the back of her throat, he growled down at her as he began to ram her head against him. Bruttally slamming into her gullet. "You worthless fucking whore. Can't even give a proper blowjob." Yes he did enjoy it. But enjoyed berating her more. After several violent shoves he pulled out and pushed her backward onto the hard wood floor. Then straddled her chest and placed his spit soaked cock between her large breasts. "I might as well have just beat off. I would of if I knew you were so bad at sucking dick." he grumbled while he mashed her tits together and began to piston back and forth.
 
Taryn was trying, against all odds, she was. She could feel James' cock swelling in her mouth. Surely that was a sign he liked what she did! Just then, she felt her clit start to tingle between her legs. If only she could massage that little bundle of nerves as it began to pulse with every beat of her heart. It was silently screaming for attention as she bobbed her head and then...

"Nnnngggghh..." Taryn grunted as James fisted her hair and pulled her off his cock. A long string of saliva connected her mouth to his impressive cock as he chastised her and then shoved her face forward until it connected with his hips. She swallowed him down, gagging, throat spasming uncontrollably. Her body bucked as she tried to breathe and felt the sudden white hot pain radiate from her nose and then throughout her body. He pulled her head up and down and up and down several times as if trying to show her just how it was to be done.

And then James stopped. He pushed Taryn backward and she felt her back hit the cold, hard floor with a thud. Panting, she looked up at him, his body glowing in the morning light as it filtered through the cabin. Ugh, if only he didn't look so beautiful. So perfect. So...

Taryn's blue eyes stared back into James' as he moved on top of her. Her wrists were still stuck to her ankles thanks to the shackles. If only she could move! Something! Her breaths were short and he slapped his cock in between her perfectly round breasts. His hands came up and squished the mounds together as he began to fuck them, the sensation like velvet against her tender skin. Oh, this wasn't over! She could still be good, still prove herself, still...

A low groan rumbled in Taryn's throat. The feel of James' hands, his cock rubbing against her breasts...she felt herself suddenly get lost in the moment. She forgot where she was, that she was the prisoner of some brutal devil who enjoyed watching her bleed. Her cunt began to seethe, her slicked sex begging for attention as she began to crane her neck. Her eyes found his and she tried to take his cock in her mouth each time he thrust forward.

"Mmm...mmm..." Taryn's eyes pleaded, begged for more as she whimpered. Each one so desperate, almost urgent as she tried to succeed in her task. Her tongue then snaked out a bit, the tip seeking the head of James' cock, trying to lick and swirl. "Mmm...mmm..." Her hips bucked as she strained to please him in any way she could. Her cunt ached at the thought, her body in a frenzy to show this man just what she could do, what she wanted to do! If only it didn't disgust her! If only he wasn't so damned perfect!

If only...

That was the real problem though. If only...
 
A small smile crept onto his face while he used her large tits to pleasure himself. He could smell her excitement in the air. He knew that for one reason or another she was trying to show him that she was ready for him. Likely because her mind told her body that it was either enjoy the abuse or die. Though despite how hard she tried James was not going to give her any praise. He was not ready to show her that kindness. So instead of rewarding her with a kind touch or a soft caress he continued to slide between her breasts. He felt that familiar feeling bubble up from deep inside him. And suddenly a torrent of hot seed shot from his shrouded tip. The first shot sprayed into her mouth. But by the time the second came James took up his member in his hand and jerked it furiously spraying her forehead. A third sprayed up her nose And a forth landed on her cheek. And despite how good it felt to again have release he did not groan or gasp. Instead he simply looked down at her with that same harsh look in his eyes and a cocky little grin on his face.

Yes. She looked perfect. Her black eyes broken nose and his cum covering her was utterly erotic. But still he was not ready to show her any kindness. So instead of praising her he stood and walked away without a word.

After he retrieved a length of rope he returned mumbling. "Stupid whore." Then removed the ring gag from her mouth and again spit in her face. But said nothing else to her. Instead he untied her wrists from her ankles and manipulated her legs upward and behind her arms. Then tied her ankles together behind her head. Finally he ran the long rope up to a set of pullies in the rafters and hoisted her into the air high enough that her exposed sex was right in front of his face. With the way the pullies were strung into a two to one ratio only half her body weight was exerted on the rope. So he took her hands and gave her the rope. "Let's see if you can at least do this right." he growled while he slid a metal pike under her so if she fell she would be impailed. "If you let go. You die." he exclaimed while he bolted the like to the floor and walked away to retrieved a riding crop. "I've given you ample opertunity to please me. But you seem unable to do even that." He continued while he smacked her dripping wet sex with the crop. "So from now on. Every time you fuck up I'm just going to beat you." he continued with another smack.
 
"Mmm...mmm" Taryn whimpered as James slid his cock back and forth between her breasts. The cut along the one made the flesh tender and sensitive, heightening every thrust he made as he squished them both together. Her neck strained as she craned forward desperately trying to work his cock into her mouth each time he moved his hips forward. She'd managed to lick the tip a few times, her blue eyes looking up toward his as they watered and sought his approval. Dawn had come, yet still the tests continued. Relentless. No mercy. The wet sound of his cock as it moved against her mounds and slapped against her chin reverberated off the walls of the tiny cabin. Oh how she wanted to taste him, show him she could suck him off and please him!

But Taryn could barely move. And her mouth was no longer hers to control with the o-ring prying it open at the strange angle. Her jaw ached, but her tongue craved his cock, snaking out of her mouth so it could caress his velvety tip.

"Mmm...nngh..." Taryn pleaded, panting, her cunt seething as she tried her best to do more than just lie there. It was agony! James' beautiful face remained the picture of controlled calm as he used her breasts like a fucktoy. She was his fucktoy. His dirty whore. The way her body responded betrayed as much. Her clit was throbbing, aching, longing for release when suddenly she felt that spurt of hot cum fill her mouth.

Taryn looked into James' eyes as he pulled back and jerked off in front of her. His body so perfect, but capable of such cruelty! Another spurt shot from his cock, spraying her nose, her face. She sputtered as she swallowed down the hot, sticky load that had found her tongue. It warmed her as she swallowed, her thoughts so muddled and confused! Just why? Why!

It would be a cruel twist of fate that she'd meet the one and only kind face for miles after so much death and chaos had come her way only for the man behind that warm smile to... Just then, Taryn's eyes clamped shut. Slowly, she opened them and they stung. James had spit in her face, most of it hitting her one eye. Blinking several times, she watched him walk away seemingly angry. But how could he be? She'd complied! He'd gotten off...twice! She...she was trying!

Hell, she even felt hot and...oh god...aroused! A part of her wanted to just pass out and fade away she was so mortified that this man got her dripping, her thighs glistening in some kind of twisted want she didn't understand! When James came back, he removed the gag and shackles and began to string her up with ropes and pulleys. Almost immediately she felt the rope tugging against her skin. Yes, it wouldn't be long before they cut and burned. When James was done, she twisted her head slightly and saw the pike beneath her, that vicious point glinting at her in wait. It was as if it knew she'd fail, knew she'd fall to her death and bleed out with its sharp end spearing her insides. Swallowing hard, her hands gripped the rope tightly. Just what sort of test was this?

"Oww...!!!" Taryn shrieked, tears falling from the corners of her eyes. James had struck her cunt, her labia swollen as the hole slowly opened and closed, betraying its need. A gush of her juices streamed from her as the crop lifted away. Just what was happening? Again, the crop came down, only this time she groaned, thick and throaty. Her body was betraying her at every chance it had! It wasn't fair! None of it was!

Then again, life had turned upside down since the outbreak. Taryn wished she'd stayed in Miami. Maybe she'd eventually have gotten sick. Perhaps death due to illness would be better, easier...more humane. Then again, she saw the suffering the sick went through. Was it worse than this? Just then she felt a little jolt of pleasure pooling in her clit as it throbbed. She began to whimper, confused at her body's reactions as her hands held fast to the rope that prevented her from plummeting to her death.
 
James laughed when she moaned and dropped the crop. "You dirty whore." He chuckled while his hands lightly gripped her thighs and caressed them. "You really want to feel good don't you?" His right hand slipped down and caressed her bruised ass and eventually cupped her hairless sex while his other ghosted over the flesh of her other leg then skipped to one of her large breasts. "Well here's your chance to prove that you're my good girl." His middle finger slid effortlessly into her wet tunnel and he began to slowly finger her while he spoke. "I'll be nice and let you cum once. But you're going to need to be quick about it. Today is going to be a very busy day." By the time he finished speaking he was making a becoming motion with his finger, sliding right over that spongy mass of nerves at the forefront of her sex while his thumb pressed against her clit.

His other hand cupped her breast gently kneading it. "You should feel like a special whore. I don't normally let my girls feel anything but pain." He continued while he played her body against her. "Sure some cum from being raped. But it's never intentional. And I always punish them for it. But I decided to be nice to you." He continued to say in his deep alluring voice. "But don't let it give you a big head. I'm sure you will give me enough reason to beat and cut you. Now I'm going to stop being nice very soon so you need to hurry up." James knew much about female anatomy. He understood how so much of their body could be used for pleasure. And how to give them it was somewhat of an art form. But in Taryn's current state he imagined that he could have beat her with the crop and given her an orgasm.

After little more than a minute he suddenly pulled his finger from her cunt and began to remove the pike. With it unbolted from the floor he locked it away in a chest then returned to his suspended captive, took the rope from her hands and lowered her to the ground. As he untied her he said. "You really are a worthless dirty whore. You know that don't you? I don't even know why I keep you alive." Obviously he had his reasons. But knew he needed to continue to berate her. He needed her to be mentally broken as well as physically dominated. There was no doubt that she was confused. How could her body betray her like it did? The answer is simple. She had been under constant physical and emotional stress ever since she first stepped foot into his cabin. All the pain he inflicted undoubtedly caused her body to release endorphins in an attempt to keep her body going. Which was likely the reason she moaned from the last violent blow to her sex before he started fingering her.

Once her legs were untied he took her back to the coffee table and shackled her wrists to each corner after he forced her to her knees. With her bent over he again had a beautiful view of her firm, bruised ass. But instead of beating her his bent and caressed it. Then said. "I'm going to leave you here while I go do some scavenging. Be a good little cunt while I'm gone and practice sucking dick. You're horrible at it." with that said he pressed a large faux cock down on the table just in front of her face. It stayed just where he put it, thanks to the auction cup at its base. Imposingly large, the thirteen inch long flexible rubber dong dwarfed even His impressive member. "I tried to be nice to you. So it's time that you taught yourself how to be nice to me. I expect you to be able to throat that thing with ease by the time I come back." The task may just have been an impossible one. But the tall attractive man expected her to obey.

Without another word he turned from her, finished dressing and walked out the door. Moments later he was in his car and driving down the long gravel road that lead to the interstate.
 
Taryn couldn't help it. She wanted to look away, to not peer into those eyes as they burned into her soul. They were deceitful, monstrous eyes that wore the disguise of warmth and kindness and even the promise of love oh so well. It chilled her at how well those eyes had deceived her and still did. Maybe she wanted to continue to fall under their spell. With everything James had done and seemed to have planned, she had to search for signs of hope. They had to be there. Even if it was just one. And oh the way he looked at her, his voice smooth like honey as he spoke such vicious words.

Trembling, Taryn dug deep and sought out that hope somewhere hidden within the darkest recesses of her mind. James hand suddenly was upon her body, fingers moving along her thigh until one slipped inside needy cunt and began to gently massage it. His touch was light and with purpose and she could barely make out what he was saying! Her legs were quivering as his fingers worked their magic. This! This was what she wanted! Had wanted! This was how it could've been! She let out a breathy moan as the burn began to build. Oh god, this man understood her body! His finger stroked her inside, working her up fast, causing her to moan, unable to hold back. A gush of fluid spurted from between her legs, taking her by surprise entirely. She blushed, her body convulsing with every caress administered to her sensitive sex. Just what had happened? How?

Taryn didn't dare speak as she came hard right there before James. His other hand had moved to her breast, squeezing it, lavishing it with attention that felt nice and made her long for his mouth on it...sucking, swirling...oh such thoughts! Never had she dreamed such things, but now she was and with this bastard who kept her here like a prisoner. When she finished cumming, James pulled his finger out of her cunt and just continued his insults. No doubt he thought her dirty. She'd just gushed all over the place. She hadn't even known she was capable of such things.

Had he?

Oh, she was embarrassed! Completely mortified! James was right! She was a dirty whore and she never even knew it! Taryn just wanted to hide at the realization. It was overwhelming. Brutal. She didn't think she could face this. How could someone like James know and not her? He knew her better than she did?

Was this possible?

The confusion made Taryn's eyes prick with tears. They streaked across her dirty face, but she said nothing. What was there to say? He was right. James was fucking right! All she had left was to be his good girl. Whimpering at the loss of his finger in her cunt, she just let James untie her and manipulate her body back over the coffee table once again. She was quite familiar with this piece of furniture, their acquaintance having begun the night before. The thing still felt hard and cold beneath her as she laid bent over it. James hand found her ass. She braced herself for a slap only it never came. Instead his hand remained gentle causing her eyes to tear all the more.

This! This is what it was supposed to be! All this!

James then placed a rather large dildo on the table before her. Her blue eyes widened at the sight of it. She'd never seen one in person before and this wasn't what she'd expected. It was bigger than even James' cock! He...he couldn't be serious! Only, she knew that he was. When he left to go scavenging she just stared at the dildo on the table, her mind reeling on what to do.

Should she try to leave? There was no way she could get out of her binds.

Should she suck the dildo? He would know if she didn't. Wouldn't he?

Biting down on her lower lip, Taryn leaned forward. Her lips parted and slowly she let the dildo slide into her mouth. Deeper and deeper it went until it struck the back of her throat. She gagged, her eyes watering, muscles clenching. She pulled back a little and allowed herself to breathe. Saying something reminiscent of a prayer, she leaned forward again. The tip of the dildo hit the back of her throat and the gagging began. Her entire body convulsed, but she pressed on. Her only thought—I'll be James' good girl.
 
James noticed as he drove along that his car wasn't running properly. It spit and sputtered as he turned onto the interstate. He knew that the untreated gasoline he scavenged from the last gas station was starting to turn. He knew that it was only a matter of time before gasoline either ran out or was so degraded that it couldn't be used to run his car. So after he found Taryn's car and took everything of use from it he drove the ten miles to town and began rummaging through houses and stores. There wasn't much left to be had though. Most of the food had been gone through. A few of the houses he ransacked had firearms and ammo. But James already had all the weapons he believed he needed. It wasn't until he walked out of a Wal-Mart that things actually got interesting. The moment he started for his car he saw a young couple climbing down out of a black four door pickup. Both appeared to be in their early to mid twenties and though the woman wasn't eactly his type it was an opportunity he couldn't pass up.

The encounter was brief. The younger man instantly went on the offensive. Eventhough James made no threatning moves the young man pulled a gun on him and demanded that James remove the large knife from his belt. If only he had been better prepared and more practiced at dealing with threatens may have lived. Instead while James stood less than a dozen feet away he removed the knife and slowly set it down. What the man should have done was ordered James to pay on the cold concrete and then searched him. Instead he had the pretty blonde woman walk up to James to search him and the moment she was within arms reach James sprung into action. He grabbed the woman and pulled her close while he drew his own pistol from the small of his back and shot who he would later find out was the woman's boyfriend dead where he stood.

James never cared for guns. Sure they were effective and distance offered safety. But they were so impersonal. He was a hands on man who craved the intimacy of feeling warm blood on his hands while he cut the life out of his victims. But, now instead of one woman to torture he had two. So after he forced the lithe young woman over toward their truck and emptied her hands behind her back and her ankles together he retrieved his knife and slowly cut her clothes from her tiny body. Then tossed her in the front seat of their truck. Even as she yelled and screamed about him murdering her man and protested as he stripped her he said nothing. He simply deposited her in the passenger seat of the large diesel pickup then moved all of the supplies he pilfered from his car to the truck.

While he hadn't found everything he had been looking for on his run to town acquiring the truck was almost a godsend. Untreated diesel could last more than a year, and while he already had one woman. Having two would allow him to satisfy some desires he couldn't fulfill with the one he had if he hoped to actually break her the way he wanted.

Finally as he drove her back to the cabin he spoke. "I'm not going to lie to you. I'm probably going to kill you slowly. But if you're a very good girl I might make it quick. So do as you're told.

After the very distinctive sound of the diesel truck came rolling up the gravel road to his cabin short he flung the blonde woman over his shoulder and went inside. "Whore I'm home. And I brought something with me."
 
Everything had happened so fast. Before Jane knew it, Matt was dead and she was being thrown, naked and bound, into a truck. How her world had gone from bad to horrifying she wasn't entirely certain. They'd only just made a stop to get some supplies, nothing major, something they'd done a bunch of times as they'd been traveling—stop at a town, find the nearest Walmart, get what you needed, freshen up, move on. They'd had it down to a science ever since leaving Boston. Matt had promised he'd take her out west, to California. He'd figured if they could make it out that far, they could make it anywhere. Besides, there were enough shops and mansions along the coast that she couldn't argue. Rumor had also been that there were better medicines out there, better everything. So it was worth the aggravation in trying and, most importantly, they'd be together. That was what counted.

Only now...

Jane wriggled and grunted, hissing as her captor drove off with her and left Matt behind and bleeding. She refused to believe he was dead, though she was hardly stupid. She knew he couldn't have survived that bullet.

"You fucking asshole!" Jane shouted. "I hope you die slowly from the mother fucking disease killing everybody!" Spit dribbled down her lips as she seethed. "No fucking mercy, prick! None!" She could see Matt in her head, crumpling to the cold, hard ground. No one would mourn him. No one would miss him. Only her...and she wouldn't be there to properly dispose of his body. It was cruel, unfair. Just wrong! Shivering, her blue eyes stared daggers into her captor's skull. How she hated him, everything about him. "I hope it eats away your insides! I hope you feel every bit of pain it gives!" Tears streamed down her cheeks, her blonde hair sticking to her face where the trails of tears smeared across her skin.

Despite her anger, her cries, Jane's captor didn't seem fazed. He just drove on as if amused by her ranting. Where was he going? She could only guess.

Meanwhile, Taryn continued to lean over the massive dildo on the coffee table. Her body was bound and allowed very little leeway to move—just enough to do the tast demanded of her. She gagged on the dildo, saliva coating her chin, her chest and creating a small puddle on the table. She was a bruised mess as she sucked and slurped on the thing, doing her best to be James' good girl.

It was impossible to fully deep throat the object before her, but oh Taryn tried. Panting, she dug deep trying to find her resolve. Determined to succeed, she pushed herself further and further, gagging so much she thought she might be sick. A few times her tummy clenched so hard she feared she might vomit. But she relaxed herself, thought about what she was trying to do and why and steeled herself into trying again and again and again. It was tough going, but she was getting better. If only her face didn't hurt so much. It would certainly be an easier task if her nose didn't ache. But she had to push through it and she would! Her life, James' pleasure...it all depended on this!

As Taryn sucked on the dildo, trying with all her might, she felt her cunt get wet. This was for James. For him. She thought about those eyes, the way his body looked when she first saw him in the fading light of dusk as he grilled...

Oh god! She'd eaten human flesh! Taryn's breaths quickened, her heart racing! She needed to calm down. Finding her inner calm, she steadied herself once more and thought about James' eyes—those beautiful, kind eyes that hid a ruthless killer. He was strong, capable and got whatever it was he wanted.

But just what was it he truly wanted? Taryn wished she knew...

Just then, the door flung open. James entered with a blonde girl hung over his shoulder. She squirmed and shouted, as if she wanted him to drop her all together. Taryn looked up, her mouth around the tip of the dildo. Slowly, she pulled away from it, letting it slide out with a tiny 'pop'. Looking up at the pretty girl James had brought in, she tilted her head from side to side, her tummy knotting furiously as her thoughts began to swim.

"Wh-who is that?" Taryn asked, her voice timid and hoarse.

Jane's head snapped to the side and her eyes looked directly into Taryn's causing the dark-haired girl to wince. Jane's eyes narrowed into slits. "Is that what I'm to become?" she shrieked. "I'm not your fucking toy, you bastard!" She writhed and wriggled in James' grasp. "Let me go, you fucking psycho!"

Taryn averted her eyes, her hackles rising. Just why had James brought this girl to his cabin? Why? Was she prettier? Did he like her personality more? Just...what was it? She bit down on her lower lip, the corner of her eye glimpsing the dildo still presented before her.

"I...I..." Taryn stammered, unable to assess the situation, confusion muddling her mind. She could feel her own cunt slick with her juices, wanting and ready from all the sucking she'd been doing for him while he'd been out and...why did she care? Why did it even matter? Disgust began to overwhelm her that she felt bothered that this woman was here, sharing these moments...she thought she'd been...special.

Special?

What did special even mean to James? He'd raped her, hurt her! Who knew what he had planned! Taryn could hardly think straight. A tiny sob bubbled up and she let out a tiny hiccup.

"Y-you're both sick!" Jane shouted when Taryn didn't immediately react in her defense. "Both of you! Sick fucks!"

Taryn just cried, overwhelmed with confusion and grief. She was James' special whore, his good girl. Why did he need another? Lowering her head, she let the pain consume her, but she was unable to drown out the harsh words and cries spilling out of the blonde's mouth.
 
"Did I tell you to stop sucking whore? Don't stop until I tell you too." James said sternly as he carried his newest acquisition over to his bed.

The lithe blondes attempts to fight him were feeble. She was simply too small and too tightly bound to do anything other than be a mild annoyance. and her screaming and cussing only emboldened his desire to have her.

The smell of Taryn's sex was strong in the room. So he could tell that his methods of abuse were working out perfectly. It was almost like she already convinced herself that she wanted to be with him even if it did mean more pain. So paying attention to the pretty young woman he just dropped into the bed should drive Taryn mad.

Eventhough the blonde had been crying and her face was a mess from the tears and was red from the effort she exerted. She was pretty conspired to how Taryn looked. With two black eyes a broken nose and spots of cum mixed in with her spittle left over from earlier his busty captive looked like She had been through hell.

With the woman more or less immobilized on her back James grabbed a few items and laid them out on the bed. Then grabbed a rather short length of thick rope and wrapped it round the blonde woman's slender neck. Then with a hand on each free end of the rope he began to choke the lithe woman. He continued and cut off not only her ability to breath, but also cut off the blood supply to her brain. He knew that he could easily manipulate the woman into any position he wanted. But didn't really care for a fight at that moment. So he choked her out. One second his newest toy was sobbing and yelling and the next she was completely silent. Not a single sound escaped her lips as she tried to breathe. And then after a few short seconds her eyes closed and her body went limp. There was nothing she could have done. It was simple biology. The brain needs blood. After a short eight or ten seconds without it, it shuts down.

The look on her face excited the handsome murderous man that suddenly released the rope and cut her arms and legs free of the zipties. Within moments he shackled her ankles to the headboard as well as her arms. He then quickly forced a wide ring gag into her mouth and fixed the buckle behind her head. Finally with her nearly bent in two with her knees by her head and completely vulnerable he ran his fingers through the small tuft of fine blonde hair just above her pale silken folds. Then stood and retrieved a candle.

The look on his face was that of a madman as he carried the out candle over to his blonde captive. He knew that she would be coming around soon. It was a rarity for someone to stay out for more than a minute after being so quickly choked out. So he sat on the bed between her legs and began to drop the molten got wax over the fine patch of blonde hairs between her legs and spoke. "Its time to wake up princess." while his words were soft. They were easily loud enough to be heard by Taryn who wasn't even a dozen feet away.
 
Taryn flinched. Whether it was the words that left the blonde's mouth or James' that affected her, she wasn't entirely sure. But she couldn't stand the feeling the roiled deep within her veins. Just knowing that blonde was in the same room, breathing the same air set her on edge. She didn't like it. She wanted her gone, cast out. Something! Without further hesitation, she turned her head and began sucking on the dildo once again, deep throating it just like James had demanded. Oh, she'd show him. She had this! Her tiny lips parted as she took the massive dildo into her mouth, inch by excruciating inch, she let it fill her mouth, her throat until she gagged. Her head twisted slightly so that her eyes rested on James and the blonde. They narrowed into slits as she held the dildo in place, her throat muscles convulsing, causing her to gag. But she refused to move even as her body twitched in protest.

Jane struggled against her captor, her thoughts running wild as she looked up at him and his the girl that was clearly his sex slave bound to the nearby coffee table. Just what was with these people? They were sick, psycho and she wanted nothing to to do with their twisted perversions! Sure, she and Matt had their fun...did some weird shit even. But nothing like this!

Oh Matt! Jane began to sob as her captor began to cut off her air supply. Her last thoughts were of her lover, his body all alone in the cold as it fell against the black pavement of the parking lot of some run down Walmart in the middle of nowhere West Virginia. They were supposed to get to California together...suppose to...and then everything went black.

Taryn gagged on the dildo as she watched, jealousy flooding her. Just what was James playing at and why? Was this a test? Had she not been good enough for him? She turned toward the dildo again and began to bob her head up and down, soft yet urgent grunts filling the room as she tried not to think of that damnable blonde. "Mmm...mmm..." She imagined it was James' cock, his thick and meaty shaft sliding down her throat as she got him hard and needy, ready to explode in her mouth as she got him off. Her cunt began to ache at the idea of it, her juices dripping down her inner thighs the more she found herself wishing that were the way of things.

Oh why hadn't things gone differently! They could have! They so could have! She'd have given herself to him so willingly! He didn't need to do any of this!

"Mmm...mmm..." Taryn whimpered, her clit throbbing, twitching between her legs.

Jane heard a voice, soft and seductive and so not belonging to Matt. She tried to speak, but she couldn't move her mouth. Something held it in place. When she tried to move, to merely roll to her side...she was stuck. Just what happened? Where was she? She blinked several times, a face slowly coming into focus. She gasped when she suddenly found herself staring into strange eyes that were straight from her nightmares!

The man who'd murdered Matt!

"Nngh..." Jane grunted through her gag. Saliva dribbled down her chin as she tried to form words, her tongue snaking out to wet her dried lips. She looked to the side, her blue eyes finding the dark haired girl. So sick! "Nnn...nngghh!!" she rasped, clearly upset. But her captor just seemed amused, his voice soft despite the anger she showed.

Taryn was beside herself. James wasn't even paying attention to her efforts. She'd been trying for hours...and doing so much better! Yet all his attention was on this new girl! Who was she? And why was she even there? And why was he being nice to her? Tears pricked her eyes as thoughts of her being his special one seemed to flit away into nothing. She was nothing.

Nothing but a dirty whore.
 
James covered the fine blonde hairs on her sex with the hot was while he spoke softly to her. "I'm going to rape every hole you have." And then he pulled slowly on the wax. Most of those fine hairs came with it. But some still remained. So he again coated her sex with the molten liquid. But this time he was more methodical. And at the same time as he poured the wax he pulled out his pocket knife and pressed the top between her bottom two ribs. Not hard enough to do more than prick her skin. "And once I'm bored with your holes. In going to make more to rape." Again he pulled the wax away from her pussy slowly and along with it, the rest of her pubic hair.

With her sex now smooth he stood and ran the back of his blade over her small perky breasts. "And then once you have nothing left to offer me, I'm going to cut pieces of meat off that skinny little was of yours and make you eat it." Still his voice was smooth, almost seductive. He knew he didn't really need the blonde. Taryn could offer him everything he had to have. But she was an opertunity he couldn't pass up.

So he turned and walked toward the coffee table and patted Taryn's bruised rump the tips of his fingers lightly tapped her dripping wet sex as he patted her. "So my sweet little whore. Can you take that whole thing yet?" he knew she couldn't. But from the copious amounts of saliva and the sounds she was making he knew she gave it an honest effort. "Well. I know you tried." He said without letting her answer. "But trying isn't doing." While he continued to speak he unshackled her and forced her to her feet. "I planned on making you feel good when I came back. But since you didn't do what I asked. You're going to have to make her feel good before I fuck her pussy. Go on over there and pick it till it's wet. Don't use your hands and don't hurt her."

Yes. This was a test. He saw the way Taryn looked at her. He could see her emotions plastered all over her face. "If you're a good girl I might just make you orgasm again."
 
Jane's blue eyes darted this way and that. She was trying her best to scope out the place, but it was difficult given the position she was in. She could barely move and screaming was near impossible with the gag. So, she settled for grunting. Any sign of displeasure was enough for her...at least for the time being. Her thoughts ran wild as she took in the sight of the girl bound to the coffee table. Just what was her deal? Why in the hell would anyone agree to such shit? She'd heard of such stories though, weird sexual deviants who got off on slaving themselves out to their sadistic masters. Clearly this was such a couple. How in the hell she happened upon such a pair was beyond her. What was more, this pair seemed to be letting things go too far. It had to be the stress of all the shit that had gone down with the virus. There was no other explanation she could think of. No one could be this messed up. Could they?

As Jane tried to learn the inside of the cabin, she couldn't help but notice that her captor was holding something. A candle. He tipped it toward her, letting the wax drip onto her sex without a care in the world. "Nnnggghhhh!!!!" she grunted, almost shrieking as her body jolted against her bindings. Her wrists and ankles hurt as she involuntarily thrashed, the burn of the wax searing her flesh as the wax hardened. Her captor then ripped it away, pulling off the fine tuft of hairs that she'd kept groomed nicely down there for Matt. He'd had a thing for a small landing strip, so she obliged that desire...oh Matt! How she missed him! Again, came that wax and again, she jerked on the bed, held fast by the ropes keeping her in place. She looked up at her captor with narrowed eyes, though they watered and tears fell due to the pain. But she wouldn't let him break her. She couldn't! She'd never become one of his weird sex objects! But oh god, did he frighten her. For a brief moment, her eyes flitted to the knife he held and she felt her pulse quicken as he ran it along her flesh, letting the blade scrape her tiny breasts. How she hated that her nipples immediately went erect the moment the metal made contact!

Taryn just continued sucking the dildo, her thoughts reeling with anger, despair and frustration. She wanted James to get rid of the blonde. She didn't belong there. But then again...did she? Ugh! She didn't know what to think! Or why! She needed a moment, only she didn't have time. James approached her, his hand splayed upon her ass, his fingers teasing her slicked, wet cunt. A soft moan escaped. She was unable to hide it, unable to stop it. Embarrassed, she just hung her head and closed her eyes as James admonished her for her efforts with the dildo. Oh, she just wanted to hide, to die!

Die? Did she really want to die? No! No, she did not! Ugh, she couldn't think straight!

Taryn decided to just focus on James' voice instead. He wanted her to... Immediately, her eyes went wide and she felt a wave of panic and sorrow wash over her. She couldn't do it! But he wanted her to! Just...what? She looked at James with pleading eyes, but it was clear that this was something he was demanding, not requesting. She hated this woman! Wanted her gone! Then again, James would reward her for the effort. She could do this. It wasn't much. The sacrifice was nothing compared to what she'd get in the end.

Wasn't it?

Oh, she hardly knew any longer. Taryn looked at James, confusion all over her face as she slowly walked toward the bound blonde. The blonde wriggled against her bonds, her face angry and contorted as she sputtered through the gag. But still, Taryn moved forward and slowly crawled up along the bed. She stared at the blonde's exposed sex, bald and open, so very vulnerable. She wasn't to use her hands, that just meant her mouth. She swallowed hard, her thoughts swimming, churning. James was going to fuck this cunt...but why? Why? Her eyes pricked with tears as her own cunt ached, desperate for attention—for James' attention.

Sniffling, body sore, Taryn leaned down. The scent of the blonde's sex filled her nostrils unexpectedly making her gasp. Taking a breath, she let her tongue move past her lips and poke at the tiny nub of flesh between the blonde's legs causing the girl to jerk in protest. But Taryn was determined. She had a job to do. Without further hesitation, she sucked the little bundle into her mouth and let her tongue flick at it again and again and again, the blonde writhing on the bed as her skin slowly turned pink.
 
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