Breaking the Girl (Closed)

[Mephistophelily]

Closed for myself & LitShark

Another Posted sign.

Cherise glanced at it with a frown as she followed the others, her eyes refusing to leave the yellow and black faded words as she stepped over a clump of brier. This was supposed to simply be a fall walk in the woods to take in the foliage, but after seeing about seven of those signs in the past twenty minutes, she was starting to get the feeling that this wasn't simply about leaves. "Guys, I want to go back. I'm getting cold... One of those bushes went right through my sweater. I think it cut my arm..."

"Oh, toughen up, Cheri. It's just trees. Stop being such a wuss." Tom shot a look back at her, smirking slightly as he nodded ahead of them. "We'll go on your little nature walk as soon as I show this to Brad, okay? It's just up ahead."

"You didn't have to bring ME along. I really don't want to see some dead fox or whatever it is you've found. You could at least bury the poor thing, not oogle it like some demented freak."

"We'll bury it. I promise," Brad stated flatly, folding his arms into his coat as he trudged behind Tom. "I just want to see it first."

"Fox...," Tom mumbled with a scoff, shaking his head. "Doesn't look like any damn fox I've ever seen..."

Cherise frowned with that, trying to keep up with the two guys. Tom had always been one of those types of guys; stabbing dead frogs with sticks, pointing out the messiest roadkill animals on the rides into school. Even in college, he'd now managed to find another way to gross Cherise out, taking up Taxidermy and proudly showing her each of his latest projects. She nearly threw up with each of them. How could anyone be so fascinated with such a gross, grim thing?!

"Jesus, something stinks...," Brad coughed out, bringing his wrist up to cover his mouth with his sleeve. "What the hell is that?"

"That'd be it." Tom grinned with those words, beckoning Brad to come closer to a large pile of leaves nestled between some of the trees. "C'mere, Cheri. You gotta see this."

"Ugh, no thanks. If it looks worse than it smells, I really don't want to come any closer." She tugged her jacket up over her nose, shooting a glare in his direction as she turned away. Just listening to them talk about it behind her left a horrible feeling in her stomach and throat. She had to find a way to ignore them. It was too gross.

"Dude! What the fuck IS that?! That's- God, that's nasty! ...Where's a stick."

"BRADLEY!," Cherise snapped in horror, turning enough to look at him... and catching a slight quick view of the half decomposed creature before them. "Oh god-," She choked out, paling before looking away. She could see half the skull, bits of flesh and muscle still clinging to it as it decomposed. She gagged slightly, shaking her head. "I gotta- I gotta move, guys..."

Starting back down the way they had come, she shook her head, trying to get both that image and scent out of her head and nose. That was just terrible. What those two saw in such a disgusting thing was beyond her, but she'd simply wait it out a bit further down for them to get their fill of the morbid sight. With a sigh, she slunk down against the trunk of one of the trees, using the time alone to get the foliage view that had originally been promised to her. It really was a beautiful sight, once the idea of what the boys were viewing managed to escape her.

She heard something, off in the distance from where she was seated. Resting her hand against the bark, she sat up slowly, looking off curiously toward the sound. A deer, maybe? She'd always hoped to get close enough to hear one's breathing. Maybe if she stayed quiet enough, it would-

Cherise halted. That wasn't a deer.

There was someone else out there. She could barely make them out, further up in the woods than her current position. Her heart suddenly jumped into her throat, making out the sudden scuttling of leaves back by the boys. They were running; she heard them now. They must've spotted the person as well. So much for Tom's adamant word on this being his uncle's property...

She took off as well, hoping to catch up with the two as she ran.

[LitShark]

Maul Scabtorn was crouching in among the golden red and brown leaves, occupied unwrapping the length of wire from the hind leg of the hare that would provide dinner fro him and his family. The hair had tried to fight with Maul until its neck had been snapped, now he just had to get it loose. The dried patches of blood and scabs dyed his fingers a purple shade, only smearing to red past the first knuckle and under his fingernails.

The sounds of crunching leaves and voices reached Maul’s ears. He froze in place, as if every muscle had locked in place. The wild critters around the property were enough to worry about, but people were another thing all together. The sounded like they were headed toward the compost pit, and if they were cops they’d be bringing more cops if Maul let them leave. He wasn’t going to.

These woods provided Maul and his family with sustenance and security, all of them knew them inside and out. Each member of Maul’s family had also adapted their body to the unique ecosystem that was this forest. As the scout, trapper and hunter; Maul had grown extraordinarily lean and agile. His thick bare feet springing up the side of a nearby tree, his long arms clinging on top of each other as he scampered up the tree.

The tree rained down a few leaves as Maul bounded from branch to branch, getting a better view of these trespassers. He moved like the wind, and if someone had overheard the shaking tree, that’s all they would have heard.

A few closely grouped trees later and Maul was practically on top of them, staring down at a group of three well dressed, well groomed, well bred young people; likely college students. Maul couldn’t help but lick his chapped lips with his grey tongue when he caught sight of the beautiful young woman who was working on ignoring her male friends with limited success.

They had all stumbled upon the corpse of the drifter that Maul and the others had gotten their jollies from over two weeks ago. Apparently one had already been there and back, now he was bringing his friends to gawk at the sight. This couldn’t be allowed to continue.

Maul was surprised that the cocky one had made it back past the traps along the edges of the property and then come back again unscathed. Another trend Maul intended to remedy in the near future.

Soon after coming upon the corpse, the pretty girl of the group had already had enough. She made her way back to the dirt road while her companions marveled over the dead body in amongst the other refuse the family had dumped there.

Maul saw his opportunity, but before he got the chance to strike one of the guys spotted him and took off running. The others soon followed, running through the dead leaves and underbrush. Following through the treetops Maul grinned, people were always the most fun to hunt…

It wasn’t long before one of them discovered the traps. The satisfying sound of snapping bone rang out, followed by agonized screams as one of the males stepped into a sink hole that held his leg fast. The other male fell into a deep pit that was covered by a net and leaves. Fall was the best time for trapping.

Only the girl remained, and Maul didn’t want to see her broken by the traps before he and the family had the chance to play with her. Knowing the forest as well as he did, it wasn’t hard for Maul to cut off the girl’s path. He jumped down from the tree, brandishing his hunting knife, the dead rabbit still clutched between his teeth.

“Don’ move bitch.” Maul ordered, pointing the blade at her. “If’n you come peaceful like I might let your friends live a little longer.”

[Mephistophelily]

Cheri wasn't sure what those noises were from behind her, but she sure as hell wasn't stopping. She was nearly weezing for breath as she ran, trees and leaves blinding her as she managed to find her steps, her heart locked in her throat as she heard a shriek behind her.

Were they playing with her? It wasn't funny in the least-! Tom would be getting an earful as soon as they got back to that car...

But something inside her told her this wasn't a joke. That scream sounded far, far too real, far too pained to be any type of prank. Tom was truly hurt. Part of her wanted to stop, to go help him- but another told her to keep running. Whatever had hurt him could hurt her too.

A scream of her own ripped from her throat as an unfamiliar man dropped out of the trees before her, Cheri falling back against the dirt path and flailing her hands among the wet leaves. She stared at the knife in horror, looking up to see the dead creature hanging from his teeth as he growled out at her. She was shaking as she tried to get up, still fumbling among the mess around her before finally getting her legs to cooperate.

"BRADLEY!!," She screamed out again, her attempt to flee back to the car brought to an end by the armed man... so instead, finding one of the boys seemed the next best thing. His warning didn't even register to her ears, merely the fact that this insane looking guy was waving a knife at her with a blood-drenched animal locked in his mouth.

She didn't really want to stick around and find out what he had planned.

His words returned to her ears as she tried to run, wincing as a few slicked branches slapped her face and neck. Let her friends live a little longer-? Oh god, that scream- He was the reason behind it?!

"BRADLEY! TOM!," she shrieked again, the unfamiliar paths starting to all seem the same as she tried to find the two guys. She should have known better than to listen to him, to go on this stupid little trip, to let him talk her into coming along-

Another wet patch of leaves caught beneath her foot, sending her hard to the moist earth with a thunk. Her cheek landed against the soil, Cheri cringing at the loss of wind in her lungs. As she started to sit up, she could hear Brad; he was screaming out as well, a horrified, pained howl from further into the woods.

[LitShark]

Maul bit down on the hare’s ears in his mouth as the girl disregarded his warning and ran off into the woods, looking for her wounded companions. There was no hurry now, the dumb girl was running back the way she had come, deeper into the Scabtorn family property. Even if she’d found her friends, there was no way she’d be able to help them, petite and lost as she was.

Instead of racing off after her, Maul secured the hare to his worn leather belt, the only thing keeping his baggy, patchwork pants from falling off his boney hips. Instead of chasing her, Maul went to the gate that lined the edge of their property and closed the rolling, barbed-wire gate that these kids must have opened to get in here. Or maybe Slaughter had forgotten to lock up after he took the truck to the market last week. In either case, the closing of a heavy padlock closed off the only hope of escape these unlucky kids ever had.

Now gripping the bloody knife blade between his teeth, Maul wandered casually to the first of the screaming victims. The one with his foot stuck in a hole and a steel wire cutting its way through his leg by the second.

“Is you Bradly or Tom?” Maul asked, his voice slurred around the bloody knife. “Don’t really matter none. Hold still now… Stop that hollarin‘ ye‘hear?”

The young man just continued to scream as Maul yanked his broken leg out from the sink hole and used the knife to cut the steel wire that had cut into his flesh and broken his shin in two. The wire snapped through the leaves on the ground as a nearby tree straightened up, no longer under tension.

Maul slid an old worn rope from under his shirt, where he’d wound it around his waist and tied the worn rope around the young man’s broken leg. Deliberately tying the rope around the sight of the break, maybe if the bitch had cooperated Maul would have used the other leg… maybe not.

“Co-me out, come out wherever you are!” Maul called, dragging the young man behind him by the rope, sending a fresh volley of renewed screams out into the darkening woods. “I found yer boyfriend! Come an’ git ‘im!”

[Mephistophelily]

Brad was getting louder.

It nearly froze Cherise's heart, still laying on the ground as she perched herself up with her palms, trying to decide if breathing was a good idea or not. That man looked fucking insane; the way he held that dead whatever-the-hell-it-was in his teeth, the knife he had brandished at her, and the threat that had taken so long to click with her...

What the hell did Tom drag them into?

Louder, more pained cries from Brad; these ones finally making her breath in short, labored pants as she tried to keep from screaming herself. He was hurt, badly. She got to her feet, stumbling down the path as she used the trees to stable herself. "Brad?," She called out again, only to freeze as that voice called out again; a taunting, singing tone to his words now.

He wasn't that far off at all.

She debated running again, but his threat still hung over her. Would he really hurt Brad? She tried to rationalize it in her mind. Maybe he was just some overprotective nutjob. They had trespassed... and using vicious threats may have been his way of making sure they never came back. Still, the screams coming from Brad didn't really imply a 'scared' feeling- but more of a full off horrified, pained scream.

What about Tom? She hadn't heard anything from him...

She made her way into a small clearing in the trees, glancing around in what remained of the daylight to see if Tom was anywhere around- Only to spot the path of pulled leaves trailing with blood. Following it with her eyes, she saw that man, Brad hauled behind him like a toddler with a pull toy; total disregard for what was attached to that rope.

"Don't hurt him!," She shrieked in horror, only to immediately clap her hands over her own mouth.

[LitShark]

Maul grinned, his picket fence smile looking grotesque, as though the gesture were his lips’ attempt at escaping from the crooked yellow teeth. The girl’s frail voice was difficult to hear over the guy’s pathetic wailing and screaming, but Maul had trained his ears through years of hunting in the woods and his eyes snapped in the direction of her cry. Maul’s smile grew wider as his bloodshot brown eyes peered into her lovely blue eyes.

“Well, well, well…”Maul muttered, dragging Brad over to where Cherise had been hiding. “Looks like you got a soft spot for this’n, do ya? Well then, I’ll be sure and have you watch while I torture him to death. How does that sound? Watching your boyfriend suffer until he dies.”

When Maul got a few paces closer to Cherise, he pulled Brad into the space between them and brandished his knife, flipping it from one hand to the other.

“Maybe if I cut his face off and put it on, you’ll care about me that much.” Maul grinned, cutting a long gash just under Brad’s jaw line spilling a cascade of blood down the poor guy’s neck. “I gave you a chance to come along quietly, but you didn’t fuckin’ listen. Now there’s got to be a penalty. You or him is going to have to pay a penalty.”

Maul continued his cutting as though he was going to make good on his threat to cut Brad’s face off, widening the cut and stuffing his grubby fingers into the gash, tearing the flesh from bone. Maul looked back up at Cherise, still grinning wickedly as he slid the tip of the knife into the cut and scraping farther along the skull.

Brad screamed until his voice went horse and he began choking on his own blood. Tears cut through the layer of dirt and blood on his face as he sobbed and gargled in agony.

“I’m gonna keep on cuttin’ until you bring your slutty little ass over here. Wha’ d’ya think sweets? Do you like this guy enough to pay the penalty for him?”

[Mephistophelily]

He'd seen her. Not only seen her, but was coming over to her- with Brad. God, that smile was anything but comforting... She stared at him in horror, her body shaking terribly as she heard Brad's screams getting louder and louder. "Stop it, stop it, please...," She begged hoarsely, her back pressed against one of the large oak trees as he threatened to kill Brad.

This was a sick joke or something. He- he wouldn't really-

Her eyes widened at the idea of him trying to take Brad's face, shaking her head quickly as the knife moved against the Criminal Science major's jaw. "STOP! Stop it!," She screamed, her own voice lost in Brad's shriek. Cherise felt like she was going to faint, but couldn't tear her eyes away from this madman and what he was doing to her friend.

Penalty-?

Her eyes raised to the man's own, trying to find what he meant in that evil stare, catching the gleam of his knife going at Brad once again and drawing out more screams of pain from him. "You're going to KILL him!," She sobbed, shaking her head as she slid down against the tree. "Please, stop... Don't hurt him anymore, don't-"

She couldn't feel her legs at all. Fear had frozen them. Part of her wanted to run, to just get away from this place... but she couldn't leave the boys out here, not with this insane man. He'd already done this to Brad to draw her out; what would he do to the two of them if she ran again? Or her herself if he caught her? He'd already proved he was faster than her-

She gave another hard sob as she pushed off from the tree, her legs still refusing to let her stand, instead letting her fingers dig into the dirt as she crawled across the moss and leaves. Her eyes were closed tight, feeling out before her to find Brad's pantleg before her- as well as the warm wetness on the ground beneath her touch. She choked with that, opening her eyes enough to see the dirty red hue that now flooded about her hand.

"Don't...," She managed to get out, her voice still lost behind the knot in her throat. She couldn't look up, not this close- She could even hear his fingers toying against Brad's flesh, the sickening noise of his nails wriggling into the gash he'd made. "Please... Stop..."

[LitShark]

“Now that’s more like it.” Maul grinned before slipping the blood soaked blade of his knife between his rotted and yellowed teeth.

Once Clarise crawled over to where Maul had been torturing her friend, Maul took that as an invitation to have his fun with her instead. Stepping forward, his legs straddling Brad’s body, Maul began to unbuckle his belt and unhitch his dirty trousers. He had to hold the corners up so that the dead hair didn’t drag his pants down to the bloody and pissed on ground below them.

Maul’s smelly, uncircumcised cock lolled out of his open pants lazily, like a turtle casually poking its head out to see what was going on. It merely hung there for a second, supported by the fabric of Maul’s breeches until he moved his hips forward, lightly taping the flesh wrapped head on Clarise’s lovely, painted bottom lip. Then it started to swell and harden.

“Go on bitch, suck it.” Maul ordered from around the knife, Brad’s blood dripping down from the corners of his mouth. “Pay the penalty ye’ trespassin’ whore.”

The blood on the knife tasted metallic, loaded with iron and other critical nutrients that were hard for Maul and his family to come by. The blood tasted healthy, well nourished and wealthy.

“What the fuck you waitin’ for? Or do I need to cut his off and let you suck that instead?”

[Mephistophelily]

Cherise cringed as he moved the knife from Brad, afraid that she'd just given this man open chance to have her own blood added to the blade- but instead of the anticipated pain of him cutting her, she heard a noise; the clink of metal and shuffling fabric. She glanced upward, only to be met by his cock against her mouth. She gagged again, shaking her head in disgust as she tried to back up.

He growled at her, words she barely understood from around that knife. Her head raised once again, his reeking flesh pressing against her own skin yet again as she did so. She coughed down the ill feeling that filled her throat, whimpering softly as he added in a new threat.

"N-no...," Cherise begged, closing her eyes tightly before leaning up and forward, hesitantly allowing him to press past her lips. She gagged again, horrified at the taste that hit her tongue. She wanted to yank away again, to spit out the terrible flavor that he left behind- but Brad's heaving breaths reminded her as to what the other option was. He'd finally stopped screaming... Had he passed out?

She tried to stay focused on Brad, to try to imagine where Tom must have gotten off to... Anything besides this man in front of her. A light noise came from her as something wet hit her cheek, not wanting to know what it was, but already having a good idea on what it most likely had been. She winced at the thought, her teeth tightening down upon him from the action as she closed her eyes.

[LitShark]

Maul’s face contorted once again in that same ominous grin, his teeth grinding against the bloody knife between them. It had been a long time since anyone as good looking, well-groomed and sexy as this girl had stumbled upon their property. Now there she was, on her hands and knees above her boyfriend’s bloody and broken body, sucking on his cock.

“C’mon bitch! Put some enthusiasm into it.” Maul sneered, delivering a kick to Brad’s stomach for inspiration. “Or maybe I need to cut a hole in your throat to fuck.”

Maul snatched the knife away from his mouth and brandished it threateningly. Almost in the same instant, the hare dangling from Maul’s waist hit Clarise in the cheek and caused her to squeal and bare down with her teeth. It was only a faint grazing, not an intentional bite, but Maul could scarcely allow her to go around biting him. It was a terrible standard to set.

“You clumsy fuckin’ slut!” Maul exclaimed, pulling his cock from Clarise’s mouth and rapping her ferociously on the top of her head with the flat of his knife. “Next tooth I feel on my cock gets knocked out. You got that? I’ll break you down to bare gums if I have to.”

With that, Maul thrust his hips forward once again, his cock rock hard by now and straining against his foreskin. As it passed Clarise’s nervous, quivering lips, Maul used his bloody, coarse fingers to peel the skin back from the head.

With his smelly cock head exposed for the first time in quite a while, Maul couldn’t contain a grateful sigh that escaped him as he felt Clarise’s tongue caressing the sensitive flesh. Despite the fact that the girl appeared to be utterly disgusted and revolted by the taste of his head, Maul slowly pushed his way deeper, a hand coming to rest in amongst her silky black hair.

“That’s my good little tramp…” Maul sighed, wiping the blood from his knife onto Clarise’s cheek. “Maybe you and your friend will live long enough to go home if you keep up the good work.”

It was unlikely, but Maul felt no remorse for making empty promises to Clarise. Dishonesty was far from the worst that was in store for her and her friends.

Maul could feel himself nearing a climax already. It wasn’t as if he had anything to prove to this girl anyway. Transferring his knife to the hand resting on her head, Maul reached down inside her expensive looking jacket to squeeze and caress her tits. They felt nice, soft and supple beneath the thin fabric of her shirt.

“Oh we’re gonna have fun tonight bitch.”

[Mephistophelily]

"Hnah-!" Cheri hunched over a bit more as he yelled at her, shaking in fear as she felt something collide with the top of her head- though didn't bleed. She coughed at the sudden allowance of clean air, gasping for a breath as she spat against the grass. A frightened gaze started to raise up to him, her lips parted slightly and once again being greeted by that unwanted intruder he forced between them.

It was much more forceful a shove this time, Cheri choking as he pressed himself down against her tongue. She swallowed down, trying to keep from losing it as he ran one of his bloodied hands against her head. She tensed again, but tried to not have the same reaction as before, instead simply breathing a bit harder and keeping her jaw from tightening. The blade against her cheek left her shivering, unsure of what his intentions were with that thing. He'd already proven how sharp it was with how quickly he had cut Brad...

Her lips tightened about his cock, remembering his threat on a proper suck or he'd find his own method. That scent was even stronger as she lowered her head down along his shaft, taking him deeper and gagging slightly. She was so wrapped up in trying to keep her mind away from her current task that she barely noticed his hand's motion; not until she felt him grab at her breast. Another sharp breath, a soft cry leaving Cherise.

She was terrified now. Not just at this insane man, but the whole situation- the way he threatened her, the boys- what he demanded from her to keep them safe. His growled words on 'fun' did little to help that fear inside her, trembling on her hands and knees as she continued to suck his cock. Each pass over him brought about a recharge of that taste, Cheri starting to gag a bit more with every motion.

Her eyes cracked open a bit, peering to Brad; looking for some type of motion from him... Anything. The blood around him brought tears to her eyes, quickly closing them again as she continued to lick and suck along the shaft pressed into her mouth.

[LitShark]

Maul felt his cock jerk and swell inside Chari’s warm, heavenly mouth. It had been quite some time since his cock got this kind of attention and his balls were so full and ready to burst already. By now his hips were assisting her timid ministrations by thrusting forward periodically, not even hesitating when she occasionally gagged or sputtered around him. A low groan began in his chest and quickly rose up through his neck and into his mouth.

“Uuhhhggghhh! Fuck!” Maul shouted, releasing his mighty climax with startling force.

The thick jet of cum blasted deep into Charise’s throat, filling her mouth rapidly and soon overflowing her lips. As she struggled to deal with the first blast, Maul was already unloading again, this time the thick white fluid collided with her lovely face, spreading a wide radius of hot goo that ran all the way down to her neck and pasted her left eye shut.

After a few more grunts and jerks of his cock, Maul managed to milk the last few spurts of hot cum into Charise’s hair. Helping himself to another few greedy fumbles at her breast, Maul slid his cock back inside his pants and reaffixed his belt.

“You weren’t half bad sweetheart.” Maul grinned, roughly pulling Chari to her feet by the collar of her jacket. “What’s your name anyway?”

Maul dragged Cherise along by her coat and then when they reached the end of the slack in the rope Brad was dragged along by his broken leg, the pain snapping him back to fitted consciousness and reawakening his agonized screams.

Maul dragged them both over to the now open pit where Mark had fallen. He was rolling around in the packed dirt and seemed to be hurt pretty bad.

“It’s gonna be gettin’ dark soon.” Maul muttered to Cherise. “If this guy stays out here he’ll die. Maybe not tonight, but before long. We get wild coyotes, wolves, bears and even the occasional wild cat out these parts. If they don’t get him, the cold will. If you give a shit, I’ll let you go down and help him out. Otherwise you and gimpy over there are going to come with me by yourselves.”

Maul loved making his victims make these kind of decisions, it was a perfect precursor to the kind of mental torture they were going to endure once they got back to the Scabtorn family home. Charise was most likely exhausted, mentally and physically. That guy in the hole looked like he must be twice her size and likely had broken bones, hauling him out of the hole would have been tough even for Maul, but by making Charise decide his fate Maul escaped the task all together. Either she would exhaust herself to save her friend or blame herself for his demise.

“What’ll it be?”

[Mephistophelily]

The head of his cock was forcing its way into her throat now, Cheri finding tears in her eyes from both being forced to do this and the reaction to the feel of him butting against the back of her throat. His sudden howl and jerk against her gagged her the worst of all the previous ones, trying to pull away as he came.

God, the taste of his cum was worse than the taste of his cock-
She nearly puked as she pulled her lips away from him, gasping for breath around the mess that still lingered in her mouth; the majority of it having forced its way down her throat as his girth had invaded deeper. The harsh cough that came from her was spiced with a light cry and whimper as he marked her face and hair, a thick gob of his seed claiming her eye. Her fingers reached up quickly, trying to wipe it away as she shook her head.

Another fondling from his grotesque hands, Cherise simply staying on her hands and knees and keeping her eyes closed. She was afraid to move, breathing harder at the grabs of her breasts and tightening her lips. The sound of his pants and belt finally made her raise her eyes, yelping in surprise as he grabbed onto her coat and yanked her to her feet.

He asked her name.
"Cher- Cherise..." Her own stumbling over the syllables made it sound more like 'cherries' than her actual name, her tongue and lips seemingly on strike after what they had just gone through.

Brad's scream told her the answer to her previous question; he was at least still alive... She stole a quick glance back at him, softly telling him she was sorry and begging for him to forgive her before being halted by the man, the sound of their other friend howling in agony hitting her ears.

"Oh, god..."

She stared down at him, her hands coming to rest against her lips before giving a horrified glance to the man beside her. "M-me? Get him out...? But- There's no way I can-"

"Don't leave me... out here... Don't- you fucking dare leave me!," came the gnarled cry from the pit below, Cheri now truly crying as she looked down at him. She had to at least try. Dropping to her knees, she held out her hands to him, trying to catch his wrist. That hole looked far too deep for her to manage to get out of with him...

[LitShark]

For some unknown reason, Cherise’s apprehension and tearful attempts to help her friend out, made Maul chuckle out loud. There was something utterly endearing about her heartfelt attempts to save this scum-sucker who obviously hadn’t figured out what his situation was. The punk tried to swear at Cherise, berate her into helping him, but that was Maul’s job from now on. Only he was to be able to swear at her and drive her beyond the depths of her deepest fears and desires.

Tugging the slack out of the rope around Brad’s leg, Maul moved quietly behind Cherise, taking the end of the rope between both hands and swiping it quickly around her waist as he leaned forward. He was also guilty of grinding, unabashedly against her ass while he finished tying the worn old rope around her slender waist.

“There you ought to be able to get in and out with this, I’ll hold it for you and pull when you get a’holda your pal down there. Just don’t move too quick or fall, or else yer liable to rip Loverboy’s leg clean off.” Maul instructed, still grinding as he tied a knot in the rope. “Alright go ahead, I’ll give you some slack.”

Using his hips, Maul pushed Cherise down into the deep pit, gripping the rope tightly between his hands and lowering her down slowly, one hand over the next. He continued this until she was able to reach her friend in the pit, and then began the slow, agonizing process of dragging them both back up.

“God… Damn…” Maul grunted, pulling with all his strength. “One or t’other o’ ya gotta help. You shits weigh about a ton!”

[Mephistophelily]

He was offering to help her. Cheri wasn't quite sure if that was a good thing or bad thing... Especially with what he was doing while explaining his 'chivarly'. His hips' shoved against her backside nearly shoved her into the hole on its own, Cherise climbing down over the side to help her friend as well as escape him.

"Jesus- No, don't... don't touch it...," He grunted out, grinding his teeth as she hesitantly moved to take his arm. As she did so, she heard a strange popping noise coming from it- and then spotted the blood drenching the back of his coat. Something was poking up into the sleeve.

"Shut up and let me help you. You don't want to stay out here..." She avoided that strange buldge, taking the other arm instead and trying to wrap it over her shoulder before clinging to him. "Can you walk?"

"Hell no."

"Hop or something," she replied flatly, tugging him along with her. The rope about her waist grew a bit snugger, Maul starting to pull on it and guide her back to the side of the hole. Trying to climb was hard, especially with Tom's fingers digging into her ribs as he tried to hold onto her. Maul's growl from above brought a grimace to her face, her own fingers clawing about for something to hold onto with Tom clinging to her.

Finally, with her hands and clothing covered in dirt, she reached the upper edge, tugging herself up and over before pulling Tom along as well. "You okay...?," She panted, looking over at him as he lay on the ground.

"I feel... like shit..." He sat up a bit, glancing over to Brad and giving a surprised gasp. "What the hell-?!"

"Shut up," She blurted quickly, shaking her head. "Shut up, shut up." She got back up, helping Tom to stand as well with a mix of grunts and groans over the motion. He really couldn't stand very well. With a heavy sigh, she readjusted; letting his arms drape over her shoulders as he leaned against her back. Maul was right- Tom was a heavy thing.

[LitShark]

Maul sneered at his newest captive through his picket fence teeth. This one seemed to have a bad attitude, but as long as Cherise had him to drag around she wasn’t much of a flight risk, and once they all got back to the house the whole family could have fun with them.

“Okay, sentimental reunion over? Good. C’mon Cherries, drag yer sorry lookin’ pal over this way. I got yer boyfriend.” Maul grinned, already dragging Brad through the dead leaves and grass. “Don’t either o’ya try nothin’ stupid. Otherwise ther’ll be more penalties to pay. Got it? Good! Let’s go.”

Just like that, they were off. Cherise lugging Tom on her back and Maul dragging Brad by his broken leg, yielding a fresh batch of agonized, gargled screams from the exhausted and disfigured youth. The rest trudged on in silence, except for the sound of Brad’s screams until they reached the Scabtorn house.

The shabby, rundown cabin that housed Maul and his family was adorned from top to bottom with drying animal skins and bleached skulls from hunted animals and even some jawbones that looked distinctly human. As Maul opened the door a female voice called out loudly from the kitchen, irritation evident in her tone.

“What the hell took yuh so damn long ye’ dumb shit?” The old woman screamed from the kitchen. “Did the rabbits kick your ass?”

“Shut your trap you dumb fuckin’ cunt! I brought some guests for dinner!” Maul screamed back, dragging the three young people into the house.

[Mephistophelily]

Cherise closed her eyes tightly as he snapped at them again, trying to drown out both the hissed curses of pain from Tom in her ear and the screaming howls of Brad. "You should just run," Tom puffed at her, his arms tight about her shoulders. "Just fuckin' run. Screw Brad."

"Please, please, just shut up...," She whispered back, clutching his arms a bit tighter as she leaned forward to brace him up higher. "You have no idea what this guy's done already-" She was already crying a bit, trying to keep it from blinding her vision as she did her best to keep up with Maul.

The man didn't say anything, and the words exchanged between Tom and Cherise left the football player silent. She stayed focused on the ground as they walked, watching the trail of leaves break with Brad's body; his noises were still there, yet her ears seemed to drown them out now. Just another sound of the woods anymore...

The trail stopped, as did Maul... As did Cherise.
Her eyes raised, seeing what had brought him to a halt. The place didn't do much to give her hope on some type of actual medical knowledge to help the guys- but then again, Maul hadn't really seemed to keen on providing it.

She hesitantly followed as he started up to the door, cringing as Tom tightened his grip and nearly strangled her. The shout from inside spooked her, but as long as Maul held onto Brad, she had no intentions on running. Letting go of Tom as they came into the little place, she gave a heavy sigh, her body exhausted from both the weight of the guy and everything else that had taken place.

[LitShark]

The old hag if a woman poked her head out of the kitchen at the mention of guests, looking Cherise and her friends up and down. The old woman’s face looked like an apple that had been baked in the oven for too long, with deep set creases and downward sloping features. Her grey hair was stringy from being bleached too many times and the thick layer of bargain makeup did little to hide the deep age lines and liver spots.

“You little shit.” The old hag replied. “I need more notice before you bring company. Did you bring some food back with you at least? Or should we cut off the little bitch’s tits and make tit stew?”

“Shut your trap you old bitch.” Maul retorted, heaving the dead bloody hare into the kitchen after his mother. “Cherries is mine. You can spread your stink on one of these other bastards here. But keep your fucking hands off my Cherries.”

Maul gave a big, aggressive tug on the rope over his shoulder, propelling Brad into the house and reigniting his pained screams as he was dragged up the front steps and over the threshold by his broken leg. Maul kicked him in the hip in a failed attempt to get him to shut up. Then Maul reached back to grab Cherise by the hair and drag her inside. When he tossed her over the threshold she lost her balance and fell forward, toppled by the weight of Tom who was still clinging to her back.

“Get up you klutz.” Maul taunted, gesturing to the couch in the middle of the living room decorated with stuffed animal carcasses and lit by lanterns and candles. “Make yourself at home and help out your friends. I’m going to go check on dinner. Don’t touch anything and don’t move. Got that?”

Maul punctuated his demand by clasping a padlock shut on the front door, making any escape neigh on impossible. While Cherise checked on her friends Maul went into the kitchen, never even looking back.

[Mephistophelily]

Cherise could hear the woman; her less-than-hospitable ranting at Maul as he led them into the house. With the reference toward herself, she pulled Tom's arms a bit closer, using them to shield her own body a bit more from the old woman.

"Hey now...," Tom mumbled, his whispering voice barely audible over the screaming Brad. "You want me to really keep 'em safe?"

"Shut up," She hissed in return, glaring at him over her shoulder- only to have her hair suddenly grasped tightly in Maul's filthy fingers and used to tug her into the house. It was her own turn to cry out, wincing in pain as he flung her before him and tripping once again. Her ankle was throbbing now, and Tom's extra weight didn't help it in the least bit as she fell against the floor.

Biting her lip as Maul spoke up, she shoved Tom off her back and simply let him fall onto the floor beside her, glancing back at their 'savior' as he locked the door. She shook her head as she looked back to the boys, brushing her hair back from her face to glare at Tom. "You are an asshole," She hissed, shoving a finger at him. "Do you have any idea what I did for you? For both of you?!"

"You could'a been a bit gentler. And what the fuck's in your hair?," Tom growled, rolling over to his side as he clung to his shoulder.

"That- that sick fuck...," Brad panted out, trying to explain for her as he fought his own pain, shaking a finger in Cherise's direction. "He- I was right-"

"Shh. Stop moving. Let me see your leg and that cut." She moved over to him, nearly in tears as she gingerly ran her fingers over his cheek. It was even worse up close. "I'm so sorry... I-I should have listened to him sooner, he wouldn't have-"

"Y'know, I'm not feeling so hot over here either," Tom grumbled, still clutching his arm as he rolled to his back, looking around the room. "Cheri. Hey. C'mere."

She simply glanced back at him, a piece of her own shirt now ripped into her hand as she tried to clean Brad's wound. Tom thumbed toward a gun on the wall, raising an eyebrow in her direction. She mouthed back 'no' and continued to work, shaking her head still.

"Cheri-!," Tom hissed again, now jabbing toward it. "Just- get it! Give it to me, I'll do it!"

She was trying so hard to ignore him. She really was. He had to shut up at some point...

"Cheri!"

Gritting her teeth, she finally got to her feet, going over to the far wall and standing on her toes to reach for the gun. If it would shut him up, she'd get it for him. The thing probably wasn't even loaded...

[LitShark]

It took a great deal of tugging, cutting, pulling and grunting but at last the rabbit’s pelt tore away from its lean sinuous muscle. Maul grinned at his final conquest of the fallen creature, looking now more like some skinless spawn of hell than a woodland creature. Setting the knife aside, Maul dug his fingers directly into the body cavity of the dead and skinned animal, curling his fingers around the slippery entrails of the beast and drawing them out into the sink. The heavy wet guts landed with wet thuds, sliding down to join together in the drain.

“Okay, anything else you worthless old hag?” Maul demanded, carrying the hare by its hollowed out chest cavity and handing it over to his mother who was busy stirring her stew with a wooden spoon. “Maybe you’d like me to shit in the pot for flavor, or do you like to do that part yourself?”

“Shut your hole you nagging piece of shit.” The old woman retorted, tossing the skinned and gutted hare into the pot. “If you don’t like my cooking you can go hungry for all I give a shit. Shouldn’t you be off playing with your new toys anyway?”

“Don’t be bitter you jealous old bitch. You’ll get your chance too. Maybe you’d like the cocky one, I know how you love knocking those cocky pretty-boys down to size.” Maul replied, sharing a conspiratorial grin. “Give us a holler when the food’s ready.”

With that, Maul turned back toward the living room, passing through the collection of small yellowed bones, most likely from rodents or fowl, all strung together like dangling curtains in place of a door. As the curtains swung and clattered against one another with Maul’s return to the living room, Cherise gasped and spun to face him, she was holding the double barreled shotgun that they usually kept over the mantle and clearly had no idea what to do next.

“Well look what we have here?” Maul sneered through his picket fence smile. “Just what the hell do you think yer doin’ with that Cherries? You gonna shoot me? Is that it? Well go on then, shoot me! C’mon then if you think you’ve got the guts for it. Shoot me! Come on, do it! Shoot me dead you silly bitch, otherwise you’re going to have to pay the penalty. You remember what it’s like to pay the penalty don’t you?”

As Maul taunted Cherise, he slowly made his way across the room, deliberately drawing nearer to her and even grasping the barrel of the gun once he got close enough. Maul knew that the gun wasn’t kept loaded, but she didn’t and the mention of paying another penalty nearly sent the girl into fits of terror. Maul moved the barrels up onto his forehead, roughly jerking the gun into place.

“Go on bitch.” Maul grinned with the gun pressed against his head. “Shoot me.”

[Mephistophelily]

Growing more and more frustrated with the constant hissing of Tom, Cheri plucked the gun from its place on the wall, starting to turn around- only to find Maul standing in the doorway and watching what was taking place. She could actually feel the color drain from her face as he spoke, clinging to the gun even as she willed her hands to simply drop it. It could keep him away. It could make him stay away-

But-

His taunting words left her shaking, trying to readjust her hold on the gun with numb fingers. She couldn't shoot him... Even with Tom mouthing encouragement at her to do so. Maul demanded it once again, daring her to try it or else bring about another of his penalties.

Her heart locked into her throat with that.

"Stop it," She choked out, raising the shivering gun with obviously unexperienced hands. "Stop it, stop it!" She was nearly sobbing as he moved in on her, a weak cry leaving her lips as he latched onto the end of the gun and rested it against his own head, demanding once again for her to try.

Her gaze drifted for a moment to the boys; Brad barely keeping his eyes open as he lay on the floor, Tom staring in shock at the two before him. He still mouthed those words, echoing the ones spoken by Maul. Her lips tightened, readjusting her grip of the gun and slipping her finger against the trigger. She pulled it, closing her eyes.

Nothing happened. Just a faint 'click' inside.

Her eyes shot open once more, staring at him in horror. No... No, no, no...
She pulled it again, a slightly more determined force behind the pull of her finger this time. Still nothing. A hard sob left her with this, the gun falling from his forehead as she stepped away from him. She really thought that-

Oh god, his penalties.
The reminder of that drifted into her mind, causing her to give a sudden shriek and to thrust the gun against him sideways. Anything to keep him away from her. "Not again! Stay away from me! Stay- It wasn't even my idea, I was just- he wouldn't leave me alone, he wouldn't stop...," She stammered out, jabbing a shaking finger in Tom's direction. "Not again, please-"

[LitShark]

Maul couldn’t help but laugh at Cherise’s reaction to the hammer clicking down on an empty chamber. The look of sheer horror on her face was positively delicious and her pretty features looked so much more lovely when they were painted by heartfelt terror and regret. When she tried again, Maul’s derisive laughter rolled on, keeping his grip on the gun barrel even as she tried to thrust it between them. As she held the gun out, using it like a shield now, Maul took over, not needing to try very hard to wrestle the weapon away from her.

As Cherise sobbed and begged for mercy, Maul moved the gun aside, opening his arms and pulling her into an uncharacteristically tender embrace. There was a moment of reluctant struggle as Cherise flinched away from Maul’s touch instinctively, but as exhausted and worn down as she was it didn’t take long before she gave in to the rare moment of tender compassion and sobbed on Maul’s shoulder.

“There, there Cherry-Pie.” Maul soothed, holding her slender body against his own with one arm while he held the shotgun like a cane with his other hand. “I know it’s tough, let it all out. It’s not that I want to keep punishing you like this, but you need to learn that your actions have consequences. Now come on, dry those eyes and take your penalty like a big girl.”

Maul’s voice was soft and almost reassuring, like he was talking to a small child. As he tried to comfort Cherise, Maul’s free had moved down through her soft hair and down the back of her neck, slowly snaking its way down inside of her heavy coat. Maul began sliding her coat down off of her shoulders, insistently dragging the heavy garment down her arms and eventually off her body all together.

Rubbing slowly up and down Cherise’s back, now clothed only in a tight fitting black long-sleeve blouse, Maul could feel the well defined firmness of her healthy body, savoring the feel of her feminine form. Though it seemed that Cherise would have preferred that the hug lasted forever, Maul forced himself to break away, pulling her away by the hair.

Once Cherise was standing there, still quietly crying, Maul moved over to the couch. He reached over Tom, accessing a drawer in the coffee table between Tom’s legs and abruptly jerking the drawer outward, the heavy wood colliding with Tom’s broken shin with a loud agonizing thud. As Tom broke into tormented screams of pain, Maul reached into the drawer to retrieve a small box of shotgun shells. He rattled them tauntingly in Tom’s face.

“Not much good to send girls in to do your dirty work pal.” Maul sneered in Tom’s face. “Especially when you can’t even provide her with the ammunition.”

Maul took the shells up under his arm, bending the gun with a loud click to expose the twin barrels. Maul stared at Tom with disdain as he slid one shell down into the double barreled shotgun. For a moment he pondered adding another shell to the gun but then thought better of it and snapped the gun shut.

“Come on over here Cherries.” Maul commanded, calling to Cherise over his shoulder. “I’ll let you off easy this time since you say that Douche-Bag over here was the brains of the operation.”

[Mephistophelily]

It felt so wrong to be leaning against him like this. The boys were of no help, this man had just threatened her to kill him, and she was frightened out of her mind. As confusing as his attempt to comfort her was, it actually did manage to bring a slight touch of reassurance to her. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," She choked, moaning out again as he mentioned that there still was a consequence. "Please no..."

She nearly went limp against him, the only real action on her part being what was needed to keep standing. She felt his hand against her back, the incredible warmth of those marred fingers running against her neck and down her spine as he peeled her coat off of her. She didn't care. She just wanted to believe this was all some dream, so bad thoughts that had wandered into her mind... Her eyes stayed closed, tears still streaming her face before he pulled her off with a handful of hair. Cherise yelped out with that, reminded of just how real this was. A moment of kindness from him didn't mean much.

She simply stood aside as he crossed the room, a shamed look to her face as she stared at the floor. She couldn't look at any of them; not Tom, not Brad, not Maul. She'd managed to do something to upset each of them. Tom's sudden howl caused her to look up momentarily, wincing as Maul hissed at him. Her eyes fell to the gun now resting in Maul's arm, fear returning to her once more as he toyed with the bullets.

What was he doing with those?!

"T-Tom...," She whispered softly, her eyes never leaving the gun.

Maul's stern tone received a wide-eyed stare, hesitating on going to him with that weapon in his grip. Let her off easy? Stepping gingerly across the room, she came to stand beside him, trying hard not to look at the gun and instead looking at the boys. She was scared to death once more, though tried hard not to show it. "N-No.. Penalty...?," She asked softly, still unable to look at Maul beside her.

[LitShark]

Maul just sighed and shook his head in reply to Cherise’s plaintive question.

“Of course there’s a penalty you stupid bitch.” Maul chastised, grabbing Cherise by the back of her neck and tossing her forward over the coffee table where the bullets had been stored. “You’re just gonna share the punishment this time. Since you say it was pretty-boy’s bright idea, we’ll let him pay half the penalty with you.”

The twin barrels of the shotgun came to rest on Tom’s lips, as Maul insistently pressed forward with the gun, cutting his lip slightly with the rusted metal. As he shoved the gun into Tom’s face, Maul had his other hand busy unfastening Cherise’s jeans. With his arm wrapped possessively around her waist and hip, Maul forced his way down the front of her panties, roughly pawing at her clit with chapped fingers.

“Go on, suck it pretty-boy. Suck that fucking gun you arrogant little prick. Suck it like it’s your frat brother’s cock on rush week son. Suck!” Maul commanded, shoving and turning the gun until it made it’s way past Tom’s lips and teeth, smearing blood over the barrels. “Cherries you better damn well quit fightin’ me. You tried to kill me, and now you need to learn your lesson. It’s either my cock or this fucking gun, but somethin’s gettin’ shoved inside you until it goes off. If I were you I’d be hoping for the cock.”

As Maul gave his rude commands, he continued thrusting the shotgun in and out of Tom’s helpless face, cutting the roof of his mouth, his tongue and throat with every jab. Meanwhile, he managed to strip Cherise’s pants and panties down around her knees and was busy freeing his own cock from his filthy trousers. Rather than afford her the option of running, Maul reached between Cherise’s thighs to pull out his uncircumcised cock that was hardening rapidly.

“There you go Cherrie Pie, that’s my good little piece of pie.” Maul sighed thrusting his cock into Cherise’s clammy confines. “Don’t forget to keep sucking you worthless little shit. If you keep havin’ these bright-ass-ideas I’ll be sure to blow that bright ass brain of yours all over this living room. You got that?”

In tandem Maul alternated between shoving his gun into the back of Tom’s throat and shoving his cock into the back of Cherise’s pussy. His hand slid back to her clit as he began pounding her smaller body, draped as it was over the table. Maul grunted and moaned as he punished and humiliated his two most willful captives.

“Somethin’s gonna blow soon!” Maul announced. “Cherries you better work a little harder, otherwise it won’t be my cock.”

[Mephistophelily]

Cherise yelped out as she fell over the table, trying to right herself- only to come to an abrupt halt as she caught sight of what he was doing to Tom. A horrified cry left her lips, fearing that he planned to simply shoot him right then and there. With Maul's other arm wrapped about her waist and pawing at her jeans, she tried to push him off, shaking her head furiously as he finally released the button from the hole and shoved the zipper down.

The horrible things he said to Tom nearly had her sobbing, clutching to the table as she tried to ignore him. Her friend's own moans of pain and gags at the barrel in his mouth forced her to open her eyes, looking at him with truly sorrowful eyes as she twisted about beneath Maul's uncomfortably wandering touch. She shouldn't have said anything... She should have just-

The hissed words in her direction caused her to come to an immediate frozen pose, staring at Tom. The thought of that gun pressed up inside her was enough to make her ill- but so was the thought of Maul. He wouldn't truly put that gun... Her own hesitation on the prospect was brought about with the view before her. He was making Tom suck on it with threats of pulling the trigger.

"Oh god...," She whined out, her cheek weakly falling against the old table as he forced the remaining covering away from her sex, his hand crawling between her legs. Moments later she felt him press against her folds, her eyes closing tightly as he forced his way inside and causing her to cry out sharply. His hard thrusts shoved her along the table, her fingers clinging to the other side of it as she bit down on her lip, trying to think about something- anything- else. It was hard to get her mind to leave that place with his words to Tom, especially with hearing the ball player's choked responses.

His arm still gripped her, his hand slipping back up to run his fingers against her sensitive zone of flesh and bringing a soft cry to her lips. No, no- She couldn't let him actually make her enjoy this... She held tightly to the edge of the table, trying to keep from being shoved off the other side as he thrusted hard into her.

The sudden warning announcement caused her eyes to open slightly, looking to Tom and finding a rather earnest and frightened stare being given to her. "D-Don't hurt him...," she panted out, raising herself up on her arms a bit as she rocked back against his pounding cock.

Her knees pressed hard against the edge of the table, his weight pressing down over her back and hips as she tried to match with him. A horrible knot built in her stomach, the feel of his course fingers and the force of his thrusts bringing about the one thing she had feared so much from his actions... Her body truly was enjoying it.

"Huuh... Hnnn... Oh, oh no...," She moaned before she tightened her lips, not wanting any further sounds to leave her that could let him know this. Her body finally gave in as she let out a deep groan in her throat, the disgusting man's member buried inside her as she came.