My Valentine...
Warning: Contains Rape, Blood/Gore, Violence, and Coarse language, as well as other things some may find offensive.
I tried something new with my stories- this is meant to be a disturb-ya story, not really erotica. Though some scenes are erotic for the sake of me keeping sane. Please- Don't assume that I'll continue to do terrifying stuff like this- it's just an experiment in violence and rape. I'll go back to the good old-fashioned *slurp slurp bang bang* method of story writing soon...like...right now...
Anyways, story (which starts off rather quick)
"This is gonna be kickass." Lynn yipped excitedly as she exchanged a high-five with Kristin, taking a much-needed hand off the steering wheel. The RV swerved, and Lynn's hand quickly snapped back to the wheel, keeping it centered on the tiny asphalt road. Kristin gripped the dash, "maybe fewer high-fives, more driving."
"What the hell are you two doing up here?" Jesse burst through the curtain, a towel wrapped over her hair and a half-smeared stripe of lipstick down her neck. "Jesus Christ, I nearly broke my neck!"
"Sorry Jess," Lynn took her eyes off the road again, "we hit a puddle and- whoa fuck!"
The RV swerved again as Lynn tugged the wheel to center the vehicle.
"Perhaps, if you slowed the fuck down, those puddles wouldn't throw us off the road, Maria fuckin' Andretti." Jesse retorted sourly and stormed back to the bathroom, cursing more on her way back. The tiny plastic door slammed hard as Jesse hammered it shut, running the sink to clean the streak of brilliant red lipstick off the pearl-white fur on her jaw. "That girl is gonna die for her stupid driving one day- I really hope I'm not here when it happens."
"So, a camp out by the lake, no boys, no fishing, no guns...just us gals hanging out on Valentine's day." Kristin leaned back in the passenger seat, the seatbelt loosely hung over her right arm. "Jeez, when I say it like that, we sound like a bunch of lesbians, don't we?"
Lynn groaned. "You've mentioned that nine times- you caught me kissing a girl once, and that was four years ago. Can I please hear the end of it?"
"Nuh-uh," Kris smiled, flipping her golden hair over her ears. "Admit it, you secretly wish you could do naughty things to me."
Lynn let go of the wheel with both hands. "What was that?"
"Oh God! Um, nothing. Please drive!" Kris cried, and Lynn took the wheel.
The RV creaked and shuddered as it was forced back onto the fresh black asphalt, and a rush of rotted leaves fluttered up behind it.
"Can-uh-la lake?" Kris laughed at the name, "who the hell gave it such a gay name?"
"It's Canola, bimbo." Lynn jabbed her, "this lake was named for the fields it fed."
"I am not a bimbo!" She twirled her hair in her fingers, "You bitch."
"Hey hey, no need to bring lineage into this fight." Jesse walked back in, smartly dressed and with her hands outstretched. She held their arms, tightly. "No fighting."
"She called me a bimbo!"
"You're blonde."
"She called me a bitch."
"Um- you are a Jerry-Shepherd."
"German." Lynn replied sourly, "this isn't the second world war, you can't call me a Jerry and get away with it."
"Lynn you might want to-"
"-In fact, I'm tired of being called a Jerry because of my colors. So I'm gold and black, do you people have such a-"
"-Lynn-"
"-problem with it? I am just the same as yo-"
"LYNN!" Kristin and Jesse shouted, and Lynn looked forward, her ears folding at the sight of a truck barreling towards them. Tires screamed for mercy as Lynn stomped on the brakes, causing the large vehicle to twist in the middle of the road, slide into the ditch, and send up a spray of muddy snow and last year's leaves. The truck skidded by, the mirror snapping off as it dragged across the flat nose of the Motor-home.
"Get up, I'm driving." Jesse shoved Lynn off the seat as they all tried to catch their breath. The trucker had sped off, rather than concern himself with the wellbeing of the RV's inhabitants. Perhaps that was for the best. Lynn had lost her license months ago- along with her insurance, and her right to touch any of the family vehicles. Naturally, she loved to drive- and Jesse couldn't put up with her complaining for more than an hour after they left home. So, much to the displeasure and trauma of Jes and Kris's minds, Lynn was allowed to pilot her daddy's new forty-foot RV. Now she had nearly wrecked it, and tears were running down her cheeks, staining the soft velour carpeting.
"Come on Lynn," Kristin took her hand, helping her up. "We're alright, no harm done."
"I'm stupid!" She cried, fighting her hands free of Kristin's grasp, "I almost killed us all. Nearly wrecked my dad's new RV, I nearly let you get hurt!"
"Stop worrying hun, just go lay down a bit." Kris guided her to the bedroom at the back of the vehicle, setting her down and closing the door. As she returned, she found Jesse struggling to get the vehicle out of the hole it had slid into.
"Sonnuvabitch," Jesse pounded the steering wheel. "Unless someone comes and helps us out, I don't think we're gonna be getting this big tub out of the mud."
"Great. Goodbye, awesome camping trip, Hello mud-trudging." Kris fell into her seat, slamming her hand against the dash. "never let her drive again."
"Don't you pin this on me!" Jesse snapped, "I wanted to say no- but you and her would not shut up, ‘ooh, let her drive, how bad could it be?' â€"this bad. This is how bad it could be!" The whole vehicle echoed with deep thuds as Jesse punched the steering wheel.
Kristin backed away a bit, and Jesse quickly reigned her anger back in. She took her hands from the wheel and sat back in the seat, sighing through her teeth. Her eyes flickered as something caught her attention in the forest across the road.
"The hell?" She sat up suddenly, gazing through the dirty windshield. "There's someone out there!"
"What, where?" Kristin looked.
Jesse stood, pushing through the curtain and opening the door, "I don't know who it is, but he looks like he needs help."
"Hey!" a girl cried from the road. "Are you okay?!"
Jason looked down- he was covered in blood, sweat, and dirt- he was tired- and he could hardly breathe. "No- I..." He managed a weak bleat as he collapsed into the muddy snow, the girls hurried footsteps approaching quickly.
"Fuck, Kris, help me get him to the RV, we'll give him water." She hefted his body in her arms- strong girl. "Hey, buddy, are you okay? What's your name?"
"J- ...Ja-" He replied weakly, "Jay- ...Jason."
"Alright Jason, stay with me- no matter how bad you want to sleep, keep your eyes open." Jesse ordered, "I know quite a bit of Paramedic crap- I can help you."
Jason nodded, "th- thanks."
"Lynn!" Jesse cried, "grab the kit- and get off the bed." She burst through the door, Jason's limp body in her arms. Lynn quickly vacated the room, jumping out into the mud and opening the cargo bay, searching for the first-aid kit that her dad had insisted she take along. Jesse had already torn off his shirt, wiping the dirtied blood off his chest with a silk pillowcase. He groaned, the deep cut across his chest oozing more blood.
Jesse flipped the pillowcase over, brushing the dirt off and setting the clean side across his chest, pinning it down. "Kris, hold this. I'm gonna go get water." Kris nodded, pressing her forearms across the pillow and pinning it to the gash. Jason growled in agony, his feet kicking at the bed.
"It's alright Jason," She tried to reassure him, "Jesse knows what she's doing."
Jesse quickly returned, a bottle of cold water under one arm, the first aid kit under the other, and enough paper towel in both hands to clean up a cola factory explosion. Lynn was right behind her, carrying a bottle of Everclear, and two combo-packs of matches. Jesse pulled the pillowcase away, motioning for Kris to move away as she took the bottle of Everclear and poured it across the cut. The pure alcohol cleaning the wound- and at the same time, causing the fairly masculine-looking Jason to weep like a child. Satisfied with the cleaner cut, Jesse tossed the bottle to Kris, and took a handful of matches. Kris and Lynn watched as Jesse struck the matches, let them burn for a moment, and quickly blew them all out, pushing the embers against the bottom of the cut, where most of the blood was seeping from.
Jason curled, and the other two girls cringed as the main source of blood was instantly cauterized by the intense heat of the embers. Jesse tossed the matches to the floor, and pulled the second last step of first aid from the box: A spray bottle with Smart-Heal printed across the side in bold lettering. She sprayed the remainder of the wound with the can, and the blue-white foam quickly stemmed the flow of blood from the cut veins. Finally, Jesse unpacked the gauze, pressing a piece of cotton to his chest, and wrapping it tightly. As an added measure, she pulled a syringe from the safety pack at the bottom of the kit, and pressed the tip into his arm, pushing the plunger to the end.
Jason relaxed suddenly, and his eyes closed. The excitement was over.
"Wow, Jess." Lynn and Kris said in unison, "that was amazing."
"Now you know why I went into field medic training." She smiled, taking a handful of the paper towels and wiping Jason's chest fur clean, then her own hands. "Wow, that was a rush. Would one of you mind giving him water?"
"Isn't he asleep?"
"Naw, I gave him some painkiller- he's awake enough to drink."
"Alright."
"Heh, it's not even lunch time yet, and I've already saved someone's life." She beamed in the mirror, trying to wash the blood off her fur as she recollected her own flawlessness. One thing about Coyotes, they were the most cunning of any of the furs, whether or not they were particularly smart- as well as self-centered. A young coyote pup could con an honor student out of his lunch money every day of the week, and the honor-kid would never even realize he was going hungry. Jesse was smart and cunning...and â€"though she would never agree- self-centered as the devil, she had all the know-how to do anything she liked, but also the sly charisma that allowed her to take advantage of absolutely anyone. Rather than make a living, she milked her all-too-detached boyfriend for every cent he had. It wasn't an admirable life, but he enjoyed being milked, especially when Jesse felt the need to repay him sexually, and her life was satisfying enough to not warrant a change. It was her perfect medium; Not ideal, but good enough.
Once she had gotten the blood off her hands and chest, Jesse came back out of the bathroom, looking over at Jason and the girls. "One of you- Lynn, watch Jason, Kris, come help me get this damned van out of the mud."
"Mmm." Jason stirred. "My truck...it's a few miles down the road, you can use it."
"You got the keys?" Jesse turned to him.
"They're in the truck- attacked before- I could get out." He gasped each breath.
"Who attacked?"
"Did- you- you see a truck?" He groaned, "big one."
"Yeah. Nearly ran us off the road..."
"Them."
Jesse nodded, "he's probably long gone by now- Lynn, lock the doors, stay here with Jason. We'll be back soon...-maybe grab a knife or something."
"My dad was going to use this RV to go hunting..." Her voice trailed off, and she reached under the mattress, opening a drawer. In it, wrapped in black silk, was a long-gun. Polished steel body, lacquered cherry-wood stock, and soft black rubber handgrips built into the wooden frame. Lynn cocked the rifle with a quick flick of her wrist, and held it like it was her child. Her three-oh-eight, semi-automatic child...
"Go, we'll be fine." She nodded to the door.
"Right, make sure you keep giving him water." Jesse tipped her ears towards Jason, "and if we're not back in a few hours, call the cops, and for the love of God, don't leave the RV. You know how those crappy B-movie horror stories go- you go out, you die."
"Right."
-
"I hope she'll be okay."
"Don't worry, Lynn's a crack shot, I've seen her take down a dime from a hundred yards with that gun." Jesse clapped Kris on the shoulder as they walked along the edge of the road, the afternoon sun warming their backs. The trees on either side of the road curled over their heads, the bare limbs clacking together in the gentle breeze like a bone wind-chime. In the golden light, everything was beautiful though, even the dead-looking trees glowed warmly as they crowded over their heads. Jesse breathed a sigh of content as a breeze tossed back her shoulder-length, flared hair.
"You any good with that?" Jason croaked, pointing at the rifle cradled in Lynn's arms.
"Yeah, best in my division." Lynn smiled, "former police sharpshooter."
"Nice- anyone else as good?"
"You mean Kris and Jes? Hah." Lynn bared her teeth in a grin, "those two couldn't hit the broad side of a barn if they were in it."
Jason nodded. "You're cute."
Lynn could hardly keep her cheeks from bursting with red when Jason whispered those words through his hoarse throat. She suddenly realized he was probably thirsty too.
"Thanks hun- here, have some more water." She put the bottle to his lips, and Jason happily sucked down more of the cool clear liquid.
"Thanks-..." He tried to move, and only his fingertip twitched slightly, "if I could move, I'd give you a hug- hell, I'd be trying to hit on you..."
Lynn let loose a slightly brainwashed purr, and her cheeks flared suddenly, the warm pink showing through the gold fur. "...and I would have a hard time resisting."
There was something about his voice, perhaps the morphine in his system made him a smooth talker, but either way, her heart skipped when he spoke. If he wasn't a paralyzed- and had found her without first coming across the cause of the fifteen inch gash across his chest, she'd have already been swooning in his arms. He was cute- she hadn't met a wolf who wasn't- and his voice...even terrible lines seemed to make her melt. She turned and placed a delicate kiss on his lips, blushing even hotter after pulling away.
-
"There." Jesse pointed at the Champagne pickup, idling open-doored in the parking lot. She approached it quickly. "That's probably it."
"Gee..." Kristin looked at the long streak of blood smeared across the back fender, "ya think?"
"Jesus- Kris- you might wanna ride in the back. The passenger seat is covered."
"Great, spend two hours making my hair look nice for all the boys on the beach- look how I'm repaid."
"Gawd, you really are a bimbo."
"Shut up," Kristin climbed into the back of the truck, "fucking self-centered bigoted little good-for-noth-"
"Pardon?" Jesse stood at the side of the cargo box, a rusted axe raised over her head.
"Jesus fuck!" Kristin jumped sideways, nearly toppling out of the box as Jesse doubled over laughing. "You're fucking crazy!"
"Heh, no..." Jesse lowered the axe, examining the blade. "But whoever used it to attack Jason sure was."
"He was hit with an axe?"
"Lucky miss, huh?" Jesse dropped the rusted weapon back to the pavement. "Whatever, tuck your hair in and hold onto your ass, we gotta get back before the sun goes down."
-
The solitary kiss had been just one in a long string of gradually more passionate ones. Jason had even tasted a flick of her tongue in the last one she had given him. He smiled a bit, only wishing the painkillers hadn't immobilized him so much. Though- if he could move, it would probably rip open his wounds before they could heal- and no amount of pleasure was worth feeling -that- again. Instead, he was forced to lie there while one of the prettiest girls he had seen in a long time barraged him with long, warm, and sweet kisses. It was torture- worse than he had ever felt. Ohhh, and she had even taken off her shirt and laid it over him- how he wanted her. If he could move- to hell with the wound- he would lay her down and take her, right there.
It made him furious now- to be trapped in his own body. He struggled, and his hand raised a few inches. Lynn seized it and held it against her cheek, nuzzling against it and murring softly. Jason could only smile in reply. At least he could still feel her.
-
"Ugh, this forest looks...evil...on the way back." Jesse said to herself. The glowing golden trees appearing gnarled and black as the sun silhouetted them from the horizon. Kristin pounded on the window, uttering every curse word she knew, both in English and her own tongue. Her hair fluttered wildly in the eighty-mile-per-hour wind, and she was furious. Jesse could easily have gone a bit slower- she was doing this to be a bitch. She guessed it was payback for putting platinum-blonde hair dye into her shampoo bottle. Jesse hated being called ma'am more than anything, and being platinum blonde made everyone seem to think she was in her golden years. Now, Kristin was going to pay for that. Senior's discount at the restaurant or not- she was going to pay. It took a year to grow her normal hair back out, the beating Kristin received wasn't nearly enough. Jesse floored the accelerator, she was going to pay.
-
A knock came to the door, and Lynn jumped to her feet, the rifle gripped in one hand and tucked under her shoulder.
"Lynn, it's Jess, don't shoot us." Jessie's muffled voice came through the door.
Lynn lowered the gun and opened the lock, letting Kristin spill inside.
"The hell happened to you?"
"Jessie. Ah-..." Kristin panted, "is a cunt."
"She had to ride in the back- blood. I made her pay for making me a grandma for a year."
"Ahh." Lynn nodded. "we gonna pull this thing out or not?"
"Yeah, but you stay here- make sure Jason is okay." Jessie jumped off the steps of the RV and landed in the mud, "just came in to let you know we were here."
-
The pickup snarled as Jessie revved the engine, and the tires uttered a short shriek as they broke loose and quickly reacquired traction. The tow cables crunched and strained under the weight of the bogged down recreational vehicle, and the truck was quickly overheating. Jesse let off and leaned out of the window.
"Kris!"
"Fuck you!"
"Kris, seriously!"
"What?!"
"Start the RV and step on the gas, it might help a bit."
Kris disappeared into the RV, and moments later it was running, spinning its dualies in the mud. Jesse took that moment to look down and noticed another handle on the floor, next to the stick-shift. She tugged on it, and a linkage clicked as the truck switch to four wheel drive. Jesse dropped it into zero-gear, specially designed for towing, and put her foot to the floor.
The pickup howled, and all four tires broke loose, screaming against the pavement and letting loose long plumes of smoke as both vehicles slowly inched forward, creeping out of the mud. Jesse looked back, grinning as she saw the RV's bumper slowly creep up over the ditch, only a few more feet and it's rear wheels would be on firm ground.
"Jason, I..." Lynn looked down at him. "I've never had sex before...but tomorrow, if you feel better- I was thinking-...well- we could- Ay!" The RV lurched suddenly, throwing Lynn into Jason's lap. "Umm, sorry."
Jason smiled, feeling Lynn's warm crotch rubbing against his lightly. "Its alright, you didn't hurt me."
Lynn climbed off, blushing again. "You should probably try to get some rest, heal faster. Want some more water?"
"No, thanks- Lynn? Was it?"
"Yeah, Lynn." She kissed his cheek, "it was a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Jason. I look forward to seeing you in better condition."
Great. Jason groaned and tried to roll as she closed the door. Now he had to try and sleep, on his back, with a raging hard-on screaming at his mind to be sated. His body longed for her- it wanted to simply pound her senseless, and then keep going until she couldn't walk. He thought un-sexy thoughts- dead kittens- crazed teenager with an axe- a dentist's office. His erection slowly waned, tucking back into his sheath and giving him some peace. His head lolled as the RV began to move, and he closed his eyes- the exhaustion of running through a forest with a gaping wound in his chest knocking him out almost instantly.
"Fuck, finally we're here." Kris leapt out of the RV, a rolled up pop-tent under one arm and a cooler under the other. "It's ten-a-fuckin'-clock, but who cares! Freedom from people, enough booze for two weeks of heavy drinking, and tight-fitting sleepwear to fool around in." She cast a glance at Lynn, who shot back with a deadly glare. Kris giggled and tossed the tent roll to the sandy earth. She brought down the heel of her shoe on the black plastic cap on the side, and the tent snapped up, unfurling like a parachute before settling down. Jesse walked up and handed her a handful of stakes, which she used to nail the tent down. Lynn sighed and watched as the other girls went about setting up the camp. Tired of waiting, she stood off the step and walked to the firepit, pulling her lighter from her pocket and taking a few napkins that Jesse had set n the picnic table a few minutes before.
The fire started quickly- much to Lynn's disappointment. At least if she was struggling with it, she would be doing -something- and not just being useless. Maybe she should just go back in and sleep with Jason- ...at least he appreciated her help. All she felt like here was a third wheel they brought along just to have the RV. It made the fur on her neck stand. If she had any guts at all, she probably would have told one of them off, probably Kris, and then stormed into the RV, locked the door, and told them to fuck off for the night.
Of course, she wasn't the girl who did that- and after they had sat on either side of her and started pouring alcohol down her throat, she quickly began to like them again. She even kissed Kris -no matter, really- Kris was so hammered she apologized for walking into her. Not particularly bad unless you considered that neither of them were standing. Their minds were all completely disarrayed; By three AM, the three girls were standing together, holding each other up as they sang ‘Happy Valentine's Day' to the slurred tune of the birthday song.
Jason had been watching them for some time now, trying not to laugh. His painkillers had worn off- as had the pain, so he sat in the seat bolted to the wall next to the window and watched the three ladies enjoy themselves. He smiled whenever one of them looked over, though he was almost sure they couldn't see him through the tinted glass. He witnessed another kiss, all three girls standing in a triangle, the corners of their lips melding together, cold noses touching. He smiled, if only there was a way to get a chance with all three. Jason stifled a giggle, he could always force them- though forcing a drunk girl to have sex was like forcing the sun to rise in the morning. It would happen anyways, if you were patient enough to wait.
A howl filtered through the window, and Jason looked over. Lynn was on all fours, howling obnoxiously as Kristin rode on her back. He laughed and stood from the seat, catching his giggle in a cough. A tiny bit of blood seeped from his lips. Oh what the hell, he was as good as dead anyways.
-
Lynn woke up first- she always did, though this time it wasn't because of early-riser habit, she had felt a chill. Though she vaguely remembered last night, she could remember going into the tent and cuddling half-nude with her friends in a double-wide sleeping bag. There should have been no way to feel a chill. Lynn blinked several times, focusing her vision. To her horror, she realized she was stripped completely bare, and had been tied to the side of the RV, her wrists bound by a rope tied through the vehicle's slotted rims. A clever and cruel prank, no doubt.
"Alright!" She cried out, " Nice Valentine's day prank, you bitches, you got me- now untie me..."
Silence.
"Girls?" She whimpered, the absolute silence terrifying her, "anyone?"
"Mmm, what's all the yelling?" Lynn's head turned suddenly, only now noticing Jesse -also nude- tied to the fender, and Kristin's nude body farther away, tied to the bumper. Kristin was still asleep, and Jesse had yet to make the terrifying discovery.
"What the fuck?" Jesse snarled, "Lynn, what the fuck is this, some kind of a- a..." She noticed Lynn was also tied up. "Did Kristin-"
"She's behind you."
Jesse turned to see Kristin tied up as well, "Hey, wake up! Kris!"
Kristin shook her head and tried to cover her face- pausing when she realized her wrists were bound. "Mmm- did you tie me up?"
"No, we're all here."
Kristin sat up so suddenly, the RV shuddered from the sudden jerk on the bumper. "what the fuck?!"
"Good morning ladies." Jason stepped down from the RV, and his face changed as he saw them tied to the RV.
"Thank god, Jason, you gotta help us." Jessie cried.
"No can do, hun." Jason stepped out of the RV, the rifle in his other hand. "See- I think I'll enjoy myself a lot more if you stay put."
"This isn't happening- no way- this isn't real." Lynn muttered to herself, "not like this...Valentine's day, Friday- cute guy- camping- its not happening- its not real."
Jason leaned over Lynn first, taking great care to keep the rifle well out of her reach. "Lynn, sweetheart, what's wrong?" He cupped her cheek in his hand, and she turned away. "Why are you panicking?"
"because- I..." She snarled and jerked against the restraints, snapping at him, "you fucker, killing us on Valentine's day, you motherfucker! Come close- I'll show you what I think of you now!"
"Relax," He tightened his grip on the rifle, "nobody has to die here."
"Fuck you!" She screeched, tugging on the ropes viciously. "When I break free, I'm going to bite off your dick and fuck you with it."
Jason took a step back and cocked the rifle, taking aim at her. "Stop."
Lynn sighed and fell back against the RV, the cold steel making her fur stand. "fine- shoot the virgin on love's day. Real honorable."
Jason gasped, "I almost forgot, Lynn."
She looked up as he lowered the rifle, dropping it on the ground well out of any of the girl's reach. Her eyes fell to the dirt as he approached, leaning in and crouching over her, pressing his hand to her cheek again.
She pulled away again, but gave up on threatening him. Sure, she could probably get a good kick in, but it made no difference- he could always slide away and grab the rifle. If she was a good girl, maybe he would let her live. He looked over at Jesse, who was tied just far enough away that she couldn't quite touch him or Jesse yet, even if she swung her body around and tried to kick him. It was all part of the plan.
Jason pulled a knife from the back of his bloodied jeans, and showed it to Lynn, letting her examine the dented, blood-smeared edge.
"If you don't bite, I won't have to use this." He flicked it in his hand. "If I feel teeth, you'll never see daylight."
Lynn looked over, the faded glow of dawn just barely appearing in the night sky. She whimpered, she loved sunrises.
Jason unbuckled his pants, sliding them down before her, and then his underwear, revealing a sheath that had already begun to form a bulge. Jason crouched, holding the knife to Lynn's throat.
"Suck." Came the stern order, the last thing Lynn wanted to hear. Tears welled in her eyes as she looked up at him, the biggest question played across her face, why? Why would you do this, how could you hurt me like this, what did I ever do to you?
"Suck," He repeated, "I don't ask the third time."
Lynn opened her muzzle, leaning in and letting her tongue graze the bottom of his sheath. His shaft immediately swelled from the protective pouch, standing firmly above her nose, already damp with precum. Jason leaned down a bit, and drove his shaft half-way into Lynn's gaping mouth. She gagged, throat and tongue tightening around his length, and Jason groaned in reply.
Lynn blinked once- it was still happening, damn. She tightened her lips around his length and began to suckle at it, hoping he had little resistance- then maybe he would fill her mouth with his thick seed and be off. After several minutes of sucking on the throbbing pink shaft, Lynn had come to the conclusion that he was nowhere near release.
She knew she was an amateur, but come on, how bad was she, really? Jason cupped her cheeks in his hands and began to manually force himself into her mouth, his tip ramming the back of her throat each time. Lynn gagged with each thrust as Jesse began to swear at him. He ignored her, focusing on getting as much pleasure from his first bitch before finishing up with her and moving on. Lynn's tears ran across his hands, and between gags and gasps, he could hear her make an attempt at begging. The occasional cut off plea for mercy and whimpers of distress made their way from her mouth as he continued to fuck her lips. He quickly grew tired of the lackluster oral, and pulled out.
Lynn dragged in a heavy breath, and spat in the dirt. "please- no more."
"You did your best, hun." He rubbed her cheek, her neck, her breasts, and her stomach. A murr escaped her lips- what? No! She didn't want this, she wasn't allowed to enjoy it. Jason's hand ruffled her fur as it came back up massaging her breast against her chest. Her nipples hardened almost instantly, and she could already feel a dull ache in her loins. There was something about the way he touched her- as though he really did like making her feel good. Her feet slid against the dry dirt, unwittingly spreading her knees.
Jason's hand came away, taking her by surprise and forcing her knees apart, pinning them down at an awkward angle. Lynn yelped, her legs bending just a touch beyond their limits, and causing her great agony, though it was nothing compared to what came next. She looked down to see Jason rubbing his shaft, the knot quickly growing under his hand at the base. A quick check revealed that the knife was still close by, easily in his reach. She thought about grabbing the knife with her tail, sweeping it over to her hands, and cutting the rope- but by then, he would've likely gotten to the gun. She sighed and laid her head back, not expecting the agony that wracked her body next.
Jason had hilted himself, knot and all, into her virgin insides with a single, brutal thrust. Lynn screamed, her legs tightening until the muscles tore and the skin flushed pink. Blood seeped from her deflowered cunny, and her body tensed entirely. Her breathing stopped, her fingers curled, and her heart slowed to nothing.
"You cocksucker!" Jesse cried, fighting even harder against her restraints.
"Don't you dare move." He snarled at her, "or she dies."
Jesse paused, taking note of the knife in his hand.
If Lynn had thought it hurt to lose her virginity like this, she had the idea of pain redefined entirely as he pulled out of her entirely, and re-hilted again, his tip ramming against her womb like a battering ram. Tears flowed freely, blood seeped from where she had bit her lip, and from her tortured insides. How she wished he would just cum and get it over with. Each motion made her whole body cringe and recede into itself. With each thrust, her bones ground against one another and her skin would crawl over her frame. She felt cold, violated, angry, hurt- there were so many emotions she could hardly think. All her mind could understand was pure, indescribable agony.
Every thrust made her shriek, spawned more tears, and drew another cry of anguish from her helpless friends. Jason was heartless- no being with any soul could so viciously destroy a girl while looking her dead in the eyes. He almost to seemed to enjoy her pain.
Please...cum and let it be over with...please...
Jason grunted and gave the hardest thrust so far, -a feat Lynn would have thought impossible if not for the new wave of torturous pain that racked her body- and burst inside her, his tip funneling the thick seed directly into her womb. She moaned- it was finally over. Now she could calm down as he waited to pull out and- NNGH! Jason ripped his manhood from her, thick rivers of cum still bursting from the tip. He leaned back and shot the rest of his seed along her chest, neck, and face, a free strand even getting in her hair. Lynn turned away, pinching her knees together, crying to herself. It was over- but as long as she was alive- it would never leave her.
Jesse dug her claws into the sand, backing against the RV. "You're not getting a fuck toy out of me. Kill me if you want, but my legs aren't opening for you."
"Oh come now, Jesse- Jessica." He crouched, looking her in the eye. "You know you'd rather live than keep your innocence."
"I'm not a virgin, and never, ever call me Jessica." She glared back, "and no matter what you say to me, no matter how much you beat me, you are not fucking me."
Jason stood, turning his attention back to Lynn, who was crying hoarsely now, hugging herself and huddled against the side of the RV. "I guess I'll just have my way with her, over and over again, until she loses the will to live." He looked back at Jesse, "or..."
Lynn screamed as she felt her skin tear along her thigh, the knife's edge tearing into her skin in a long, shallow cut. "Please! No more!" She begged between sobs.
"Alright!" Jesse finally broke, "alright- please, don't hurt her anymore."
"Get on your knees." He ordered her as he kneeled at her feet. Jesse tucked her feet in, twisting her body against the restraints, and using her own inertia to roll onto her knees. She spread her thighs, and dug her foot-claws into the dirt. This was going to be rough, but at least she was experienced and tough. If anybody could handle a vicious male, it was Jesse.
Jason held the tip of his still-hard shaft in his hand, rubbing the tip against the warm pink folds of her slit, getting them just a bit moist. He slipped the tip in, getting it wet as well, then pulled back out. Jesse squeezed her eyes shut as she prepared herself for the vicious thrust she would receive, readying her body. Her eyes snapped back open in horror as she felt Jason's hand clasp her tail, lifting it out of the way.
There was no way he was that cruel...no way- NO! Jesse screeched as his shaft plunged into her ass, filling her to the limit and stretching her insides to accommodate his girth. The pain was unimaginable- she could understand why Lynn was crying now. Jason wasn't just well-endowed, he was too big. Jesse had tried anal sex before, it felt alright- but this was something entirely different. This was like what men always claimed to fear in prison. The most massive- and undoubtedly agonizing length of maleness that had even intruded her body. Even in her paralyzing terror and hurt- she could still feel every vein in his shaft as it ripped in and out of her ever-expanding tail-hole. This was an epitome of cruelty- and Jesse could only imagine what he had in store for Kristin.
For now, all she could do was moan as repeating waves of agony smashed against her frame, racking every nerve and flushing her skin pale. Jesse closed her eyes, gripped the chrome siding strip of the RV, and gritted her teeth. It would be over soon enough; after all, he was still just a guy. Then again...She corrected herself, could any normal guy do this to women who had just saved his life?
Jason shuddered in her, and Jesse could feel his seed rushing into her insides, immediately filling and coming back out- splashing them both as he pulled out. Several stray shots of cum streaked her ass, tailbase, back, and shoulders. The weaker strands splashed her thighs, drizzled down her calves, and one even ran down her footpad- causing her to kick at the dirt. Her feet were ridiculously ticklish- though she had never risked telling anyone. Jason, having finished with his second bitch of the day, rolled onto his heels, then unfolded, standing sharply. His shaft retreated back into it's sheath, and he walked over to Kristin, who had managed to keep quiet during the entire ordeal.
Tears streaked her tawny fur, and her eyes widened in terror as he leaned down to come eye-to-eye with her. She flinched as he raised a hand, only to look away as he brushed a stray strand of blonde hair away from her eyes.
"I'm sorry they treat you like this." He glared over at the other girls. "calling you a bimbo- torturing you- you don't deserve that."
"I- aren't you going to have your way with me?" She squinted at him. "Most guys would stab their best friend to just have a chance to talk to me."
"Ohh- hah, I am going to have my way with you," He cupped her cheek in his palm softly, caressing it. "Though I don't think you deserve to feel the pain the other girls have received."
"Why?"
"Because I'm not creative to come up with another means of hurting you." He leaned in, kissing her nose smartly.
Kristin looked over at the other girls in horror- what was he planning? Jesse looked back anxiously, ready to witness the terrors he would inflict on her. Jason leaned in, and Kristin moaned sharply, a single finger wiggling inside her in the most delicious way she could have ever imagined. His thumb massaged the little nub of pink flesh at the top of her cunny as he pressed his hand up to the knuckle in her. The single finger he had pushed in was giving her more pleasure than half of her previous boyfriends could hope to do after ten minutes of impassioned rubbing and kissing. Her cunny was already oozing fluid, her hips rocking naturally against his palm, and each breath punctuated with a soft mewl that even made Jesse's loins moist.
The tawny fox kept riding Jason's hand, losing herself in her own pleasure. Jason had begun to lose himself as well, dropping his knife into the dirt next to her and using the now-free hand to massage her small, but firm breasts. Kristin chirred in approval and her hand caught his wrist, guiding it to all the right places. The pair moaned in unison, feeding off each others pleasure to fuel their own lusts.
Jesse had even begun to taste the arousal in the air, quickly realizing- much to her embarrassment, that the scent she kept inhaling was -in fact- her own. Her cunny had broken the border of wetness, and now it was simply oozing onto the dirt. Jesse couldn't resist- she dug her hand into herself up to the knuckle, three fingers roughly working her insides until she reached an early climax.
Now a second female voice had joined the chorus of bliss that had begun to fill the air around campsite number six, and Lynn had grown curious of the circumstance that had caused it. She rolled onto her backside, looking over at the other girls. Jesse's fingers were burrowed deep in her own slippery folds, and Kristin was on her back, legs raised, mewling as Jason pleasured her with his hands. The sight made her tortured cunny warm, and though she had only stopped crying from the trauma Jason had inflicted on her body, already she could start to feel natural urges reappear between her legs. She gingerly slipped a finger down to her moistening labia, rubbing in a circular motion- instant gratification followed.
The quartet of pleasured voices filled the air, along with the lewd noises of wet flesh being massaged and the scent of three rutting females and one very strong-musked male. Jesse peaked repeatedly, climaxing so many times she had lost count after the first one simply wiped her mind. Kristin mewed with each motion of Jason's fingers, a soft, throat-borne noise that could make the average male shudder to the bone with pleasure. Lynn, despite having been given the worst of the assault so far- had also begin to enjoy her deflowered cunny. It was no longer sensitive to her curious probing, and by some miracle, it was still tight enough for only three fingers- and even that wasn't entirely comfortable. She opted for two, Jesse used three, and Kristin was being pleased with only one- but all expressed their pleasure quite loudly. Each girl's moans exciting the others into a further state of orgasmic trance, and driving Jason wild.
Kristin shuddered, her body surging upwards into his palm as she ejaculated onto his arm, letting out an ear-splitting moan that triggered after-shock orgasms on the other two girls. Lynn came a bit as well, Jesse's was simply a surging spasm of muscles and stuttered moans. Jason's shaft grew inside his sheath, making it bulge once again. Kristin watched it grown in curious amazement. The glistening red-pink tip protruding almost immediately from the widening sheath, the rest of his terrifying girth still swelling in him, well out of sight. What could she do? Lay on her back and let him ream out her well-loved cunny- risk getting knotted like Lynn- or worse, risk getting her ass pounded like Jesse's. Neither possibility appealed to her particularly- and she panicked, quickly trying to decide what to do.
Jason gasped as the head of his shaft was lustfully enveloped by Kristin's eager lips. She smiled up at him, her eyes giving him a flicker of desire before she began to please him. The two moaned in unison, Kristin was pleased he had chosen to let her finish him this way- it was better than any other alternative. Jason gripped her head, shoving her onto his length roughly. He was gentler with her than the other girls- though he wasn't quite sure why. Perhaps she was the innocent one of them?
Jesse grinned, the knife caressed in her tail- slowly coming closer as she curled it against herself. Her tail curled behind her back, and Jesse covertly grabbed the blade, quickly cutting her ties. Jason had closed his eyes, he was easy prey now. She swung at him, letting loose a shrill war cry as her arm swung forward.
She had to give him credit- Jesse groaned, coughing up a bit of blood- he was fast. Only two seconds ago, a knife was making its way for his back. Now Jesse was on the ground, sprawled out spread-eagle style, the wind knocked out of her. Kristin wept, blood streaming from her chest as a result of the blur that had taken Jesse down in a single hit. Her only chance to free them had failed- all she had done was hurt her friends more.
In the flash of motion, Jason had seized the knife, put Jesse down with a solid hit to the back, and in the process, slashed the object of his affection with the knife. Her fur immediately turned crimson as blood poured from the long, shallow cut. Kristin cried and screamed, begging for mercy. After giving Jesse a brutal kick to the ribs, and silencing any of her plans to attack again, he turned to her, screaming at his end.
"Shut UP!" Kristin yipped as he slapped her, "Shut the fuck up!"
He hit her again, only causing more sobs and cries of despair. It didn't matter, another slap. He had lost it now, swatting her to the dirt, and beating her senseless. Jesse looked to Lynn, tears in her eyes.
"I'm sorry- I failed." She mouthed the words, unable to speak. Lynn shook her head, eyeing something at Jesse's feet. Jesse felt it. Cold...steel...wood....the rifle! With the last bit of her strength, Jesse set her footpaw against the stock of the rifle, shoving it to Lynn. She caught it, tucking it under the RV as Jason turned away from the weeping bloody mess Kristin had become, seizing Jesse by the hair.
Jesse's body lifted limply off the ground by her head, and he dragged her to the side of the vehicle. The first hit, her cheek hit the cold steel, the next one wasn't so lucky. A sharp spray of blood streaked up the metal trim as Jesse's nose smashed into the steel. She finally caught her breath, and let out a groan of paralyzed agony. Jason dropped her, taking up the knife and throwing it into the woods. Using the remaining bits of rope, he tied her up again, tighter this time; blood wept from the rope-cuts in her wrists.
Satisfied that Jesse had been put out of commission, he turned back to Kristin- she had been crying the whole time. She had to be educated.
Kristin screamed as she felt Jason bear down on her again, random punches hitting every part of her body. He wouldn't stop, he couldn't...he had lost his mind long ago. But it all came back as a hot piece of lead exploded against the side of the RV next to his head. Lynn had missed her first shot- hands shaking like leaves in the wind. Before Jason could move, she cocked the rifle again, and squeezed the trigger. The second round caught him in the chest, spinning him around against the RV.
The third shot was perfect, striking him directly in the groin, shredding his most sensitive flesh. Jason screamed as his most powerful weapon tore and wept torrents of blood, he fell against the side of the RV, barely able to keep his balance.
Lynn cocked the rifle once more, taking steady, rage-concentrated aim at the tiny patch of white fur on his forehead. She would put a hole in that little white tuft. The rifle clicked. No...NO! The rifle kept clicking. Empty. Jason limped away from the blood-spattered side of the RV, approaching Lynn coldly. She whimpered as he viciously ripped the gun from her hands, nearly twisting her wrist against the trigger guard.
"Three rounds, bitch. One for each of you." He hurled the rifle into the bushes with his free arm. "Now- you get to stay here and die slowly."
Lynn reeled back as he gave her a swift blow to the chest, gasping for air.
She looked over -as did Jesse and Kristin- as Jason turned and walked towards the road, blood dripping from his knuckles.
"Oh!" He exclaimed loudly, turning back to them, looking each girl in the eyes. He started to laugh- maniacally, "I nearly forgot..."
The girls all whimpered, wondering what their final punishment was.
"Happy Valentines Day."