Bred for Better things (closed for Tx_Liquor)

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Valentine crouched near her small fire, watching it crackle and pop as she added a little bit more firewood. Her puffy jacket and loose-fitting camo pants obscured the shape of her body; for good measure she had made sure to bind her large breasts to make her chest mostly flat. Her brown hair was cut to what a man would consider medium-length on himself, and she wore a black scarf across her feminine face to mask her womanly features. With the dirt already on her hands and face, she was able to pass as a man as long as she didn't stick around any one place for too long. Se even had a sock in her underwear for good measure to give herself a slight bulge.

It was a year after the virus had wiped out about 70% of the female population. No one really knew whether it was a foreign attack, or merely a mutated virus that had been stewing for a while. Whatever the reason, Women were now scarce- a commodity. This was especially true considering that some women were a bit older and unable to bear children; these women unfortunately ended up being rounded up and kept as whores most times.

Valentine was a fertile woman at 19, having just graduated from high school when the virus struck. Her father and brother were able to protect her, show her how to pass, and show her how to survive (for the most part) before her father died from pneumonia, and her brother had been shot and robbed while going to get supplies from what they thought was an abandoned town.

She was trying to survive the best she could out in the forest, having found an abandoned cabin to hold up in every now and then when the weather was sour. At the moment, she was at one of her main campsights, building a fire so that she could cook the rabbit she had just caught. She glanced at it, such a small and pitiful animal. It had simply not been quick enough.

 

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Three shadows moved from the treeline and became solid. They were guys with expensive rifles, fully body armor and expensive tactical gear. One held up his hand in a fist and the other two stopped.

"Who are you?" The leader asked. His hand hitting a light on his rifle so that a bright green light washed over Val. A Hunter's light, mean to show things in the darkness without scaring animals. Her father had explained about them, saying for people the green glow was an intimidating and ominous thing. He was right.

A fourth shadow moved towards the fire, night vision goggles raised and nodded then made a hand gesture. The leader nodded in response then made his own hand gesture and the rest of the para-military people relaxed.

"Again. Who are you?"

 

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She jumped at the sudden question since she was under the impression that not only was she alone, but also that another person would have made more noise if they approached. Her eyes scanned the darkness and found him just as he shined the green light straight into her eyes, causing her to wince and then squint. He looked military or special ops, but she knew better. The government wouldn’t send such well-armed operatives into the middle of the woods. Her pulse quickened from the situation, fear settling into her chest.

It was typically best if she spoke as little as possible, so she adopted a deep voice and replied, “Name’s Mark.” Her voice was relatively convincing in that short burst, although she knew that speaking too much would cause her to slip up. She had her own rifle nearby, but imagined that she would be dead before she touched it. Instead, she tried to act unconcerned, stoking the fire slowly and deliberately.

 

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The ruse must have worked because the soldiers relaxed. "You out here alone? We're looking for escaped women. Our boss pays well for information." The soldier dropped a pack of protein mix next to the fire. Cheeses, dried meat and various nuts wouldn't be filling, but it would help Valentine stay strong.

"More where that came from." The soldier added. "The cabin down the way, is that yours? Know anyone who might live there? Maybe a woman?"

One of the other soldiers took off his helmet and sat, weapon now to his side and forgotten. He took a metal bottle from his pack and began to drink generously before offering it to 'Mark'.

 

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Mark gave him a deep chuckle before shaking her head. “Jus’ me out here.”

As he set down the protein pack, she eyed it hungrily. When was the last time she had cheese or meat that wasn’t bland? Her mouth watered as she imagined sinking her teeth into some of that food. But that wasn’t important right now, what was important was that she wasn’t found out.

She paused as if thinking for a moment, “Maybe. Seen someone n’there.” She took the offered bottle and took a swig. It burned her throat and tasted bitter, but it was a comforting drink that would keep her warmer and calm her nerves. She swallowed without coughing and reached out with the bottle with a grateful nod. “I keep to m’self.”

 

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The leader nodded, gestured to two of the others, "Sanders, Macon. Start a search 10 meters out from the house. Look for tracks."

The one already relaxing said, "Grimm. Mind if I hang back. See what else Mark here knows."

Grimm paused, as if thinking about the request for a long moment, then nodded and gestured to the last soldier, "LeCroix. You're with me. We'll check out the house." The last soldier nodded and they headed out, still silent as shadows.

The last guy pulled another bottle and tossed it to 'Mark' then added some small packets of seasoning. "Mind if I have some of that Rabbit? I haven't had... fresh meat, in a while." He said the words 'fresh meat' as if clearly implying something other than the cooking rabbit.

"How old are you, Mark?"

 

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She caught the bottle and nodded at his question concerning the rabbit, gesturing at it as if to say, “be my guest.” Her eyes returned to the bottle and she was quiet for a moment. How easy it would be to drink until she passed out, giving herself a short reprieve from the harshness and painful memories of her current life. If she wanted to remain sober enough to defend herself and keep up this ruse, though, she would have to be careful and pace herself.

She took a small swig of it and turned to him, fire reflecting in her hazel eyes. “Nineteen.” Her words were still low, but regret had slipped into her tone.

Val wasn’t sure what he meant by “fresh meat,” but she hoped he meant someone new to chat with. She wasn’t excited about the thought of him trying to fuck her ass, thinking she was a man. The soldier seemed like a decent guy, but she knew better than to judge him on how he treated her Upon their first meeting. If he ever knew, he would probably force her down and fuck her till the sun came up.

An ever-looming problem at this point was that when they started tracking from the cabin, they might find themselves back at the fire. She had hidden her tracks very well, but if they knew a thing or two about tracking, they would be able to pick up the trail to the other campsite and ultimately this one. Her eyes stared into the fire as she contemplated whether she should find a way to incapacitate this soldier and get a head start.

A question occurred to her, though. “Who’s yer boss?”

 

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"Oh, we work for Damien Warner, the tech mogul turned breeder." The solder moved closer to get a part of the rabbit off the spit. "What sucks is these guys are taking all the women. I haven't been with a woman in over three years and at this rate, I may never get to."

The solder sipped some whiskey, then leaned towards 'Mark' eating the meat. "At nineteen, I can't image you've had the chance to bang many women since the virus."

 

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“Hm.” She made a sound to acknowledge the information he had shared about his employer. A breeder? That sounded disgusting and dangerous. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up as she imagined women in cages, naked with cum dribbling out of them, waiting for the next load. She wanted to frown at this, but controlled herself and instead raised an eyebrow.

Val narrowed her eyes at him and cocked her head. It was a gesture that asked what he was getting at. “Haven’t fucked a chick,” she said simply, taking another small sip of the booze in her bottle. She didn’t have to ask, she knew what he wanted, but wanted to keep up the facade of naivety for as long as she could. Hopefully she could gracefully get out of the situation and escape, but she needed to be very careful. He had a better rifle and was probably trained more than she. Plus, even with her puffy jacket, he could tell that if she was a man, she was slimmer and had more lean muscle.

She tried to distract him again with another question, “What’s it like?” Val instantly regretted that this was the best she could come up with.

 

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The soldier shrugged, "It's been while. I will say I used to like shoving my dick up a woman's ass. Latin girl are good for that because the catholic ones grew up not wanting to get pregnant. As the years went by, I started to realize there was one thing in common between young men and young women."

The solider looked 'Mark' over and nodded, "Boy or girl? A barely legal ass is still a barely legal ass. Boy or girl? My dick fits in that piece of ass." He rolled up onto his knees. "You think you get free stuff for free? Nah. I'm going to need you to stand against that tree and drop your pants to just below your butt. You don't even have to get fully naked. Just give me what I need and you can keep all this." He gestured to the food and drink. "who knows? You might like it."

 

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She pursed her lips and frowned at him, having now been propositioned. Truth was that she didn’t need any of the things they were offering, she just needed to get away with her secret identity intact. However, if she turned him down, he was sure to get violent. She thought back to the leader having thought about his request to stay behind; they all knew what he had wanted to do from the start.

There was a hunting knife on her belt, but she didn’t reach for it. She simply stood up slowly and walked toward the tree in question. It was then that she had to decide: run for it or acquiesce. They would discover her if she gave them time to track back to the fire, and this instance would take precious time she didn’t have to lose. Besides, she wasn’t sure if she could hold back her screams, and that might give her away as well.

She decided to try to knock him out as he approached, the bottle of booze still in her hand inconspicuously. Her hands lowered her pants just enough and she looked away from him. “Well?”

 

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"Good boy." The soldier said, getting up and leaving his rifle behind him. "I'll even use a lubed condom." He undid his pants, still several paces away and opened them just enough to free his slender knife like cock.

While he seemed to hurry it still felt like an eternity before he had pulled out the condom, ripped the foil, put it on his shaft and rolled it all the way down. "See? It can be so much better when you go along with it."

Walking away from his rifle, the soldier advance focused on Valentine's exposed butt. "So you know, I'm not gay or anything. But a man has needs and an ass is an ass." He got closer and put on hand on the tree over Valentine's shoulder and the other on his dick so he could guide it up the young backside he lusted after.

 

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While her pants had muddled the shape of her body, he could see that she had been hiding a nice round ass underneath, pale and supple. Her eyes watched like a hawk as he approached, waiting for him to get close.

“I know.” Had she wanted to, she could have taken her knife and stabbed it back right into his temple. But she figured that he might be a dirty rapist, but in these times did it really earn him a death sentence? She was also worried that her movements toward her knife might be seen in time to stop her. Instead, the hand holding the booze whipped behind her and shattered the bottle over the side of his head, knocking him off balance.

Not even pausing to pull up her pants, she kicked his ankle as hard as she could, sending him to the ground. Her eyes on the fire, she moved to reach her rifle, but found herself also falling forward. He had grabbed her ankle and was gripping her quite tightly. She tried to kick him, but he shielded himself with his armored arm. As she struggled beneath him, she felt him climb onto her back, pinning her to the forest floor.

“Get off me!” She snarled as low and intimidating as she could imagine.

 

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The Soldier put his weight on his victim, forearm pressed to her shoulders keeping her chest down. "You fucked up now, boy." He moved and put the condom coated dick at her hole and slammed all his body weight behind his hips kicking down her back door and charging deeply.

"I was going to be nice. Now, I'm going to fuck you to death."

She felt him rock his whole body, legs even lifting off the ground as he put his body mass into thrust after thrust. He wasn't even moaning, just growling as he rocked his whole body against Val's rear with an almost primal vengeance.

 

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She opened her mouth in a silent wail as he plunged deep, her voice lost to her at the extreme pain she was experiencing.He was lubed, but not enough to make his brutal assault much less painful. Tears dropped down her cheeks as her face was pushed into the dirt, her whole body lurching from the force of his hate-fucking. Val wanted to pass out, wanted to die. Anything to escape what was happening to her. The only solace she had was that she wouldn’t be kept as a breeder in some rich snob’s mansion.

She could feel her ass being more lubed up as he went. She couldn’t look, but she imagined it was blood. It seemed impossible, but he seemed to keep up this horrific pace easily, lasting a long time within her ravaged ass. Val let out a tortured groan, her fingers fruitlessly scrabbling at the dirt in some feeble hope of getting away. Her black bandana had been scraped off in the encounter, and had he paused to look, he might have seen a very feminine face, albeit caked in dirt and tears.

A cold, pained laugh escaped her in her disguised voice. “You don’t have the balls... to kill me, fag.” Personally, Val hated this derogatory term, but knew it would enrage him. Surely he knew she had a knife on her belt, and surely he would use it to cut her throat and end it after he had cum. She wondered if she would get to see her brother and father soon...

 

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"You want my balls?" The man arched himself up, hands going to Val's shoulders and pinning her. He rocked his whole body, then put his legs down to machine gun fuck her ass. "Feel that? My balls hitting yours?" He still didn't know she wasn't a boy.

Laying on her back the continued to spank her with his hips, "I'm going to fuck you. Then fuck you again and again. I bet I can cum in you for three days before you're begging me to kill you. Make you suck my dick. Lick my ass. I'll show you who the fag is!"

He started pounding again, clearly grudge fucking the rear of the one he thought was named 'Mark'.

 

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Val groaned and grunted from his renewed vigor, hating him with every fiber of her being. She regretted not killing him to begin with, it might have saved her a lot of pain and suffering. The feeling of his balls slapping against her disgusted her, as did the things he was saying. If he tried to get her to suck him, she knew she would bite his prick clean off.

“You sound pretty gay to me...” Val answered weakly. One of her hands drifted to her belt where she grabbed the hilt of her knife. It seemed like he needed more motivation to push him to just kill her outright. She then quickly pulled the knife out and made a long cut into the side of his hip, which bled from her sharpened weapon. It occurred to her that she could have slit her own throat, but he would catch her before she did, and she badly wanted to hurt him in any way she could.

If that didn’t get him to kill her, she didn’t know what would. It was a somewhat comforting thought that they would find out that she was a woman after her death, and he would be to blame for killing one of the few women left.

 

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"The Fuck!" The soldier shoved his cock into Val and grabbed her arm with the blade. "You little dick." He slammed the knife and hand against the ground. And pulled out, kneeling on Valentine's back to keep her still. "You fucking cut me, you little shit."

Grabbing the knife and almost breaking Val's arm he spun his victim over, condom and cock still bouncing in the air as he turned grabbed her hair and pulled her up towards him. The blade went under Val's neck and the blade pressed to the skin ready to spill blood all over the puffy vest.

"You're fucking dea-"

The world seems to stop for a moment as his kneed collided with Val's crotch, and pressed. The solder could tell something was wrong with the soft bulge in her pants. "What?" He threw the knife aside and grabbed Val's crotch hard enough to make her wince. His next move was to shove his hand down the front of her pants, a finger violating her sex.

"No fucking way." He continued to slide his finger in and out of Val, fucking her wit his hand. "Oh my god. You're a girl." He smiled and slammed her to the ground. "This just got better." A free hand going to his condom, pulling it free. "I'm get to finally cum in a bitch!"

Another voice called out "Murphy! Stop!"

"Aw fuck, man. I thought you were at the house."

Grimm crouched looking over Val's now exposed pelvis confirming for himself she was a woman. "We heard you screaming. Came back. Looks like we got here just in time."

LeCroix was right behind Grimm and walked to hold a weapon on Val while Grimm kept his on Murphy.

"Look man. We can all fuck her and if she gets knocked up we just claim that's how she was when we found her." Murphy said, bareback dick hovering in the air.

Grimm shook his head, "Now how we do things."

LeCroix removed his helmet but kept Val covered. "I'll kill her before I let you try to knock her up. Then no one is getting paid."

Murphy pushed off Val and started to do up his pants. "Someone better be sucking my dick tonight. That's all I'm saying."

LeCroix gave a half shoulder shrug, "Yeah. I gottcha bro."

Grimm lowered his gun and gestured to LeCroix "Secure the package. We'll set up in the house and see if anyone else comes looking for her."

 

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God, he had been so close, so close to ending it all when her sex betrayed her. She had elicited the right response, he had been ready to let her bleed and then his knee stumbled upon her secret. He was so heavy kneeling on her back that she could hardly breath until he had backed off and violently repositioned her. Her wince turned into a grimace as he fingered her dry pussy. A sense of hopelessness consumed her, knowing that he was about to give her more pain in an entirely new way.

She shook her head in panic and squeezed her eyes shut to brace for what was to come... and then she heard it. The sound of his companions coming to her “rescue.” She was surprised that they didn’t tear into her at the knowledge since Murphy had made a decent point, as much as she hated him. No one would have known and she would have a baby to deliver- it almost seemed like it would have been a bonus.

Val looked up at La Croix without her bandana, letting them see her tear-stained face. Without the covering, her face was dainty and feminine marking her as one of the hunted. She raised a hand up slowly and spoke, this time with her real voice which was soft and pleasant to the ear, “I’m unarmed. I’m just getting up.” With that, she slowly stood, sniffling a little bit and wincing as she pulled her pants back up. She could see that they had been stained with red.

When Grimm mentioned waiting for others, she kept silent. He wouldn’t have believed her anyway if she told him the truth of the matter. No one would be coming for her; everyone she had known and loved was gone from her life or dead.

They trudged to the cabin, Murphy shooting her a glare at her every now and then. The three soldiers walked in a formation around her, her wrists bound behind her at Murphy’s suggestion since she had caused him some trouble. Her arm felt really sore and she wondered if he had sprained her wrist. It was very painful as it swelled against the rope that tied her. She doubted any of them would notice or loosen the ropes if she asked, so she just continued to walk, bearing the pain with gritted teeth.

They finally came upon the cabin and the soldiers lit a fire in the fireplace, warming up the room. Only when it was warm did she notice just how cold she had been. Her eyes drifted to one of the floorboards in the corner. There were a couple stashes of hers in this cabin. They were her stocks for when winter came. There was a knife in one of them, but which one?

 

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When the got back to the house, Val was mostly naked now. The soldiers having cut away anything too big or bulky to hide her subtle curves. Her feet were bound at the ankle and wrists in front of her. Still Sanders and Macon had to carry her since she couldn't run and it would be harder to struggle against two men.

When the set her down Macon kept his eyes fixed on Val for a moment, "Hey, Boss? Contract says we're not allowed to violate her cunt, right? Does that include her ass? I mean, if Murphy wanted to have kept fucking her ass would we even be having this discussion?"

Grimm shrugged then opened a digital screen on his arm. He scrolled through a few pages of computer text then nodded, "Yeah. No stipulation against fucking her in the ass. Looks like we're good."

Macon rolled Val over on her stomach and got down on the floor. Murphy stood up, "Hey. Me first."

LeCroix stood and blocked him, "I already said I'm sucking your dick. Besides, you're the one who tried to-" The slender man grabbed Murphy's hand and lifted it, "Is that blood? Did you finger bang her?"

Murphy pulled his hand away, "Had to make sure she was a she. So, yeah, I stuck my thumb in the pie."

Grimm stood, "Damn it, Murph. You better hope she's on her cycle."

Macon stopped, Val's pants still on, "Is that true? Are you on your cycle or did Murphy pop your cherry with his fingers?"

 

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Val lay on the floor, watching their exchange. With her ankles and wrists bound now, there was nothing much she could do except be a silent spectator. When they had cut off her puffy jacket, she still had a tank top on. They didn’t seem to have noticed the bandages on her chest yet, compressing her large breasts and giving the illusion of a modest chest. Honestly she preferred it this way; it was easier to fight and move around with them bound in place.

The girl blanched as they started about raping her ass again. She wondered if they would take her on her back or stomach, and got her answer a second later when she was face-to-face with the cabin floor.

She looked at him and narrowed her eyes. When she had told Murphy previously that she hadn’t fucked a chick, that had been true, but it was also true that she hadn’t had a man inside her either. “If I were on my period, I would have had a tampon in, or at least a pad in my pants. It would be unwise to have blood on my pants to indicate that I was a woman. So no. I’m not on my period. It’s possible that the blood on his hand is from my ass, though. I’m... injured there now.” She tried to dodge the question, not wanting to divulge whether she was indeed chaste.

God, it was humiliating to talk so candidly about such private affairs. She badly did not want anyone in her ass again, as sore as it was from last time. It might even still be bleeding, she wasn’t sure.

 

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Everyone looked to Murphy who shrugged and backed away. "My dick's not even that big."

"You're not helping your case." Grimm said, starting to pace. "This isn't good. It's not that bad, but it's not great."

Macon, meanwhile knelt by Harmony, "So, how about we do one another a favor. You suck my dick and I won't bother with your butt. Sound like a deal? I can even help you get drunk first."

Murphy snarled, "You're a real gentleman."

"Enough!" Snapped Grimm. He walked to Val and knelt, "Is there anyone with you? Anyone coming for you? A sister or mother?"

 

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She opened her mouth to answer Macon when Grimm intercepted. Val raised her head and looked him in the eye and spoke, “No. I lived with my dad when... everything happened. I don’t know if Mom’s alive because we got the hell out of there. I’m alone now. My dad and my brother are gone.” She set her head back on the floor gently. “Believe me if you want.”

Macon’s offer was certainly tempting. As much as she hated the idea, she feared the pain he might bring her more. It might not be pleasant, but it would help her ravaged ass to heal if she submitted.

Her gaze turned to him and she spoke softly. “How do I know you won’t fuck me in the ass after you’ve gotten what you wanted from my mouth? How do I know that Murphy won’t come at me while I’m Sleeping to get me back for stabbing him? Why should I even try to make this better for myself when I might end up dead on this floor, bleeding out of my ass no matter what I do?” Despite her best efforts, she could feel a lump in her throat and tears threatening to spill from her eyes. She blinked them away as best she could and turned her face away from him.

She wanted an answer, even a somewhat decent answer would do. However, It was possible that he would grow impatient with her questions and simply assault her anyway. At least in that case she wouldn’t have given any more than was forced from her.

 

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"Goddamnit!" Grimm shouted, causing more than a few people to jump. "No one's fucking the Bitch." He wasn't insulting her, in this time Bitches were simply women who existed to be impregnated. "Not her ass, not her mouth not her cunt. Okay! Fuck."

Macon shrugged and looked to LeCroix. "Feel like sucking two dicks?"

LeCroix chuckled once and said, "So long as I get to bareback one of you."

Macon nodded, "I'm down."

Grimm nodded, "Good. Now you guys can go fuck yourselves. I'll secure the package." And with that Grimm helped Valentine to one of the rooms of the old cabin. Once behind a door, Grimm put her on the bed. Untied her feet and secured one of her legs to the bed itself with a food long chain and hand cuff. Her hands would remain bound.

"Sorry about all that. You have to understand those guys haven't been with a woman in almost a year. The only pussy they get is what's offered as a reward, and normally older women who are beyond child bearing."

Grimm secured the door and put a chair against it where he sat to watch Valentine, "I'm not going to touch you. Just... try and relax now."

 

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Val had also jumped at his outburst, wide-eyed as he picked her up and took her over to the other room.

She gently pulled on the chain with her foot, seeing for herself whether it was truly secure. Unfortunately it was, which made her sigh dejectedly. Her attention turned back to Grimm as he spoke and sat down, looking at her. Val didn’t answer him, instead searching his face. All faith in men had been lost at this point, and all that remained was distrust.

‘What game was he playing at?’ She wondered. ‘Was this some kind of sick foreplay where he would seemingly deny his men and then ambush her while she was sleeping?’ That seemed like a bit of a reach, but his intentions were still uncertain. Her lips parted to give him an apathetic reply, “Sure.” She wasn’t necessarily mocking him, she just had so much she wanted to say but knew that in the end, he didn’t give a shit about Val. He was just doing his job.

The young woman turned over on the bed away from him and curled up, the red stain on her pants visible before she grabbed the blanket, pulling it up and around herself. It was warm and soft, just as she had left it from the last time she was here. Her stomach growled loudly, but she ignored it. That rabbit would have made a fine meal had she actually gotten the chance to consume it.

She wondered if Murphy had truly popped her cherry with his disgusting fingers. It would be hard to tell even if she got the privacy to check, what with the blood from her ass having dripped down. She hoped the cut she gave him stung-he deserved it.