Edge of the woods (1765) (Beastysakura and squidley)

[Beastysakura]

She curled her body beneath the covers as his hands began to grope her small frame. She stared off at the wall, her back to his chest, her arms folded in, her hands covering her breast. She could feel his manhood slide between her supple thighs and tender lips, the familiar pain stung its way back into her, a tearing sensation, the burn of lust and desire.

She jerked her body forward, a small whimper escaping her lips. The man that held her captive...what was he up to, why had re released her from her bonds? Was this some sick game....?

It was and as he clung to her fast and tight, she gasped for air, drowning in the helpless shower of emotions. She was confused, should she run? no the wolves would get her...should she fight him? no he would kill her...

Give in to him?

Her body went limp, she did not openly protest but she knew, she was his slave this while. The scared woman gave him her flesh but thought only of the light skittering across the walls, crackling sounds of fire, the clutch of the beast at her backside.

As he thrust into her wet folds, the warm innocent flame at her core, she stopped crying. She could feel his breath on the back of her neck, his hands prying her hands away from her chest, so that he might feel the soft cushioning at her front. His pacing quickened, his form became more erratic, the tool of his desire thickened and pressed its way forth into the young woman's body. Before too long her eyes had closed, her brow furrowed, and her hand reached back, her nails digging tightly into his leg as she braced herself against the painful assault. Her lip biting mouth released its pacifier and the quiet whines of contentment escaped her lips, unfurling an ooze of even more satiated expressions to come, flowing tenderly and child like from her maw.

[squidley]

Her skin was cool as she lay in the bed warming from the cold night she been forced to march thru to get to the cabin. His warm body lay next to her as he forced himself inside her moist slit, his hard shaft pressing into her soft womb.

He felt her pull away, and then go limp. That was ok, he only wanted one thing from her and he was taking that anyway. When her sharp claws dug into his leg he considered for a moment before acting. He could have snapped her spine or twisted her neck until she was dead, it would have been an easy act for the huge rapist. Instinctively his hand went to her throat, closing firmly around her small neck. It would be uncomfortable to the tiny woman, choking, confining. It wouldn’t kill her, but it would make her consider, fear him more and what he might do.

Her moans excited him. It brought his lust out and he fucked her harder. Her sharp nails were a mere inconvenience. The pain nothing he wasn’t capable of ignoring, just a little mosquito bite, but he couldn’t let her assume she had any control left in her life. He squeezed the hand around her throat until he felt her shake with fear and her claws ease.

He wrestled with the young woman for a bit, groping her tight body. He wasn’t even really interested in filling her belly with spunk. He just enjoyed his cock in her tight wet hole. Her fight, as easy as it was to bat aside, only added spice to the occasion. He fell asleep happy, his cock still buried in the little woman, a smile on his face as he continued to thrust into her even in his sleep enjoying the woman like a living wet dream.

He woke a few hours later, his cock still in her body, still hard. He stroked into her a few times before leaving the bed. He had time to rape her, plenty of time. In the solitude of the forest there was little else for him to do after taking care of the basic needs of survival, and this time of year he had already filled his larder for the long winter. For a while before rising from the bed, he considered keeping through the winter, his first long term personal fuck toy.

Leaving her to sleep in the bed, he went to tend to the fire and make something warm to eat. In the iron pot above the fire he added water, flour, wild celery, onions, potatoes, and a double handful of dried rabbit meat. Stirring he added some spices from his supplies and soon the smell of warming stew filled the room. The enticing aroma filled the cabin and he watched the girl as she slept and finally turned over in the bed. Her eyes opened, dark slits on her pale face, twinkling in the firelight before the dawn’s early morning.

He wondered if she found the smell of warm food inviting, if she would come from the bed to the table where he sat to beg for food. Or would she just huddle there like the frightened rabbit now in the stew had, just before he slaughtered it?

Well, he had something for her to taste, something warm to fill her mouth and empty belly as he enjoyed running his hands over her firm breasts, in her silken hair, and around her shell like ears.

Only then, after he was satisfied, would she be allowed to partake of the stew…

The Squid

[Beastysakura]

She had not slept well that night, and even as she had begun to slip into the dark and terrifying sleep she would wake quickly to the adjustments of the man to her side. As he began to cook the had fell asleep but the smells of the stove awoke her, her hunger was over powering. She had eaten nothing the past day and the cavernous feeling in her belly was painful.

She glanced over at the pot where the delicious smells of food brewed and swirled delightfully, teasing her senses. Pulling the covers over her shoulders she peered ever more tentatively to the man and his concoction. Could she take some?

His face made no sign or signal. She was curious and weary of him. Not so much now did she fear for her life as she feared humiliation, tease, and torture. She slipped the heavy animal fur from the top of the bead and slung it over her shoulder, the beasts coat covered her supple skin and its tender wounds. She stood next to the bed, watching him carefully.

One step, and then a few more, she looked at his face and then away at the pot and back again. She felt she was hiding her fear well enough, but the pacing of her heart flushed her skin, and her cheeks glowed red in the pale light and licking heat of the fire.

She made her way to the brewing mix and stood, still at a distance, but close enough to view the contents of the pot. Her eyes picked over the ingredients, and her face relaxed, no longer as cautious as she was before.

She tucked the fur closer to her neck and under her arms to keep it secure, its length not enough to cover her softly curved thighs and round rear. The long tresses of hair gathered about her face, its dark coloration matched the dark pelt wrapped about her upper form, but accented the small patch at between her thighs.

She looked up at him, sniffed lightly, and kept her distance.

[squidley]

Walking over to the pot of hot stew boiling above the warm fire in the fireplace, he picked up a wooden spoon from the mantle piece and stirred the thick soup. The fragrance filled the room anew, and pulling the spoon from the pot, he tasted the dark thick richness of it upon his tongue.

He removed the pot from the hook that hung it above the fire and walked it over to the rough plank table before the fireplace. All the while the nearly naked girl watched him with gleaming eyes surrounded by softly rumpled thick dark hair. Her hunger was obvious and the man could sense her need to fill her belly growing each moment in the coolness of the dimly lit room.

Pulling a wooden bowl from a shelf, he sat it before the steaming pot of stew and ladled if full of the rich mixture. Pulling the rough bench sitting before the table out, he sat down before the steaming bowl of hot food and scooping up a spoon full of the soup he sampled it in full view of the hungry girl. He slowly chewed upon the thick bits of the stew, savoring it. He scooped a second spoonful of the thick stew up and turning, made an offering gesture with the dripping spoon of stew towards the nearly naked girl.

She cowered, indecisive. Rising from the table, he selected another wooden bowl from the shelf and then returned to the table to ladle a meager portion of the stew into the second bowl. Sitting on the bench facing the girl, he spread his legs wide and set the lightly filled bowl on the floor between his feet. Pulling out his thick engorged cock from his woolen long johns he beckoned towards the girl with the spoon, summoning her closer.

“Come earn your breakfast slut” he said with a grin.

The Squid

[Beastysakura]

She stared and at the sight of his member she whimpered and looked to the soup, avoiding looking at it. She was embarrassed, insulted...she couldnt humiliate herself...not just for food...

The girl hesitated, biting her lip and shying away. She could not help but slink slowly towards the nearest wall, her hands covered her body, and she became flushed. The thoughts pouring through her head had overwhelmed her for the moment, and tears began rolling down her pale, lightly flushed cheeks.

As she watched the man, she knew what he meant and she could do nothing to prevent her body's reactions, nothing but to turn her leg inward, and try to hide it. She kept silent, she was scared to speak, she had nothing to say that would make sense.

For what flesh had been taken from her, she still begged silently to keep her dignity, what was left of it. For her to give in to him, do for her to participate, take action for him... humility. Her hands cupped her soft innocent body lightly as she avoided eye contact.

[squidley]

He watched her closely. She demurred his offer of food for mere cost of sucking his cock. He almost laughed knowing that would be her answer before the food was even offered. Still, he remained silent, his offer refused. So much the better, he would give her no quarter.

“Suit yourself” he told her as he started moving.

He tucked his cock away, and then picked up the proffered bowl of stew and poured it back into the black kettle on the table, using the spoon to scrap the last bits out of the bowl. He tossed the empty bowl towards her, a greasy film all that remained for her to consume, and then he turned to his own bowl to eat. Before he was done there would be nothing left.

He considered; the price for food for the little girl was perhaps too high today. Maybe tomorrow she would reconsider, then the price would be higher and the food offered in exchange would be less. It would be less each day after as well. Her hunger and maybe her thirst would slowly gnaw on her belly and convince her that no act was too degrading, too humiliating for the little slut to survive. He hadn’t yet decided if she deserved water either.

Still, hunger would be the great negotiator. It would convince her in time, or at least it would loosen the skin on her bones. If she never surrendered, at least she’d be easier to skin, the flesh no longer tight on her starving frame. Then he could enjoy the fear and pain in her eyes as his cock pushed into her belly and his knife sliced away the hide from her living body.

The Squid

[Beastysakura]

As he denied her of the food she wanted so badly she whimpered quietly, in the corner. Why had he not hurt her? what was he to do? She did not know that he would soon deny her more and more food, her incentive for food, sustenance was not high enough now.

Pulling at the fur around her shoulders, and curling her lightly scabbed toes under, she chewed her lip and eyed him cautiously. her heart sank as she saw his humanity seem to sink back below the callous surface to his hulking figure.

His lips passed the soup, devouring its contents without concern for the girl before him. Some bit of her felt safe to an extent but she did not know for sure the threads of this man. The young woman stepped closer, placing her hand on the back of a near by chair she pulled it closer slowly, resting gently upon it, a sigh of content as the pain and tension was relieved from her tender feet.

His spoon clacked against the wooded bowl, and slurping was heard periodically, all the time he avoided her eyes. This frightened her, she could not read his emotions, his thoughts, track his eyes in any way.
what was he thinking?

[squidley]

The man considered the fate of the girl for a time. He needed to leave, to go and attend to the hunters that would soon be coming to avenge her “death” by the wolves. He needed to discourage their efforts, and as such, some of the men would die. He didn’t need the naked girl making mischief while he was away. Maybe he should kill her now? Strangle her slowly while raping her?

He would love to see the fear in those beautiful blue eyes as her life ebbed away. Her moist nearly virgin cunt’s velvety smoothness encompassing his thrusting member pulsing with her hammering heartbeats as she struggled and died lit a fire to his lust. It would be so easy to take her now…

The little flashes of tender flesh seductively peaking from under the furs did nothing to sate his lust. Far from it, it fueled that fire. He stood and turned towards the girl, coming at her suddenly. Grabbing her dark thick hair, he pulled her across the room, knocking the chair she had been using to the floor and tossing her callously over the big table, hoisting her backside into the air. As her firm breasts surrounded by the soft furs still draped over her shoulders ground into the rough surface of the old wooden table he parted her loins and freed his cock. With a single thrust be pushed into her still cum moistened quim, the opening he has so enjoyed raping the night before.

The smell of her drove him. The roundness of her fine ass fired his passion as his rough hard hands held her ass cheeks firmly and he pulled them towards himself as his cock pushed deeper into her. But he fucked her slowly. He wanted it to last; he wanted it slow for her. She would know soon that there was nothing she do to stop him and that he would take her whenever he pleased and that it pleased him to do it NOW…

The Squid

[Beastysakura]

The rush at her flesh made her jump and as he grabbed hold of her and threw her to the table top, her arm twisted beneath her. The young woman yelped and rested her head against the table. Her captor had her hair, and held her tightly, restraining her as the warm hot pain of her wound began to ooze into her veins. It seemed minor in the heat of the moment, and her mind was distracted by the throws of lust behind her.

His hands were warm and rough against the tender flesh of her youthful backside, its heavy muscles working the skin, kneading it. The slow and powerful thrusts behind her ground her twisted limb beneath her and in her pain, she began to turn, working to free her form from his mitts and thwart him.

As she struggled she saw the light from the door, peering through the separated space between the wooden planks. She could smell the smokey air surrounding the beast at her loins, and the contrasting scent of the fall air, and its dead leaves.

Tucking her arms to her chest as close as she could, she made her decision, pulling her legs up, resting her weight on the table and kicking back, her feet landing just below is kneecaps, the force splitting a few of the tiny cuts on her pads, a scream spilling out of her mouth as the table lurched forward a step and she slid back and onto the floor, her knees meeting the ground with force, bruising their tender flesh.

She bared her teeth and in the seconds of her fleeting anger she turned to face the hulking shadow before her, scooting below the table and hissing at him, crying once again, but out of anger and frustration, pain and humility. She too was a little beast beneath the table, her cat like eyes glaring, the fur about her face, and the hissing abstinence she spoke.

[squidley]

The blow caused by her kick caught him off guard driving him back and actually knocking him to the ground. Brushing the dirt from the floor off his body as he rose from the ground, he tucked his manhood away and started to laugh. The girl had spirit after all and teeth to match!

She hid under the table like some feral beast, hissing and spitting at him. Well, he killed beasts of all kinds here in the forest, nearly anything that could swim, fly, or walk. This little whore would be just one more to die at his hands, but not before he took his pleasure from her first.

Up to this point he had even considered letting her live until the spring, his private concubine to warm his bed. He even briefly thought about breeding the bitch and watching her suckle his child, a son maybe, with firm milk filled breasts. Oh the dreams of foolishness in a lonely man of the woods…

Well, that dream was broken. Maybe he should have finished her on the rack in the cave? That too was foolishness now that she snarled at him from under his own table. It was too late for regrets about not taking her then and slowly killing her as he raped each of her holes.

Well, it was time to clean up the mess and take back control of his little house and the slut who was merely there to sate his lust. He grabbed a hot poker from the fire, its end glowing a dull red; a simple weapon to keep the growling slut at bay should she charge. Then he walked to the door and opened it, whistling sharply. The wild dogs came running, a few of the brutes charging into the room with white teeth showing as they snapped and growled at the woman beneath the table. Quickly they surrounded her, only the table legs and the rough bench and chair surrounding the table giving her shelter from their menacing jaws.

“Alright you fucking little wildcat, come out to play. Or shall I send the beasts in to fetch you?” the man growled in his own turn as he held the glowing poker high and ready to strike.

The Squid

[Beastysakura]

The hot iron glowed in the dimly lit room, its yellow tint accenting the mans cheek and eyes in its light. Was now the time to bolt? no the wolves would get her and before she could reach the door she would be devoured. She curled her limbs to her body, keeping them out of reach from the all of the beasts jaws. Hooding her head in the fur she started to slide forward, her arms still tucked inward. she used the strength in her legs to crawl closer to him, slowly and cautiously, her heart racing in her chest. Her eyes were wide and as she moved closer she anticipated a bite or a beating from any angle, but as she crouched there on the ground no one moved..not yet.

Her nimble toes spread wide as she slid closer to the man, head lowered in apology. whispering quietly eyes averted her hair draping over her ears and shoulders from beneath the fur and onto the floor.

"please..."

Her arm ached and she kept weight off of it when she came to a stop at the mans feet, curled underneath the fur, her rump exposed, huddled at his boots. Her mouth was parched, and her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth as she remained motionless, her nervous shaking visible.

[squidley]

His response to her begging was quick and brutal. He kicked her, hard. The blow knocked her sprawling onto the floor and as she lay there moaning he tossed the poker back towards the fireplace, the only weapon he needed now already between his legs.

He grabbed the woman from the floor forcefully and tossed her face down on the table casting the furs that covered her body aside. He roughly parted her thighs and taking a handful of her hair, slammed her head into the rough planking of the table several times.

“Remember this slut” he said as he unsheathed his cock and forced it into her pussy, “this is your only value to me” and he began to thrust his cock into her in counterpoint to slamming her head into the table. He knew the treatment was rough, but it wasn’t enough to cause her great harm. Still it was a brutal fucking and he enjoyed the anger that flowed through him as his cock pumped into her velvety tunnel. His lust rose as he pounded her both into the table and into her cunt. He felt the pressure in his balls building and knew he would spurt soon. Pulling his cock from her he dragged her off the table and onto the floor. Grasping a handful of her thick hair he jerked her face up in front of his cock, his other hand stroking the shaft those last few vital seconds before it exploded onto her face covering it with warm stringy spunk.

Then he kicked her in the gut, dismissing her.

Putting his package back into his pants he stalked around the room for a moment while the wolves stalked around the fallen women, eyeing their potential dinner closely. He strode to a bucket sitting next to the fire and brought it back to where the woman lay upon the floor, grabbing her thick hair in his hand again, he plunged her face into the tepid water that filled the bucket, yelling “drink” as he did so. He held her face in the cool water for a few seconds until his anger quelled and then he released her, walking away from her trembling form as she pulled her face from the water and spat water from her mouth and nose.

Walking back to her he grabbed her hair once more and pulled her up to face him. Face to face, his stinking breath warm on her tear streaked cheeks he glared at her, “Never forget your place slut.”

The Squid

[Beastysakura]

Her coughing and gagging filled the room, and as he spoke to her, she could feel the warm stinging of her bruises and small scrapes. Her tears hot and dry with salt in her eyes, as she blinked the tiny droplets of water away. The water soaked her hair and even though she was in pain and scared, she began lapping at the water on her skin, drinking up was she could to satiate her thirst.

He let go of her hair and as he stood and walked about she watched him closely. Her heart raced and she tried to stop her crying, but the tight burning between her legs and the sharp needle pricks over the tender skin of her face and stomach.

The hot juices of her defilement across her face, still linger through the wash of water, the smell of him on her. She rubbed the back of her wrist over her face, rubbing the stink and the slime of her captor from her skin, then combs her fingers through her hair as well as she can.

Trying to collect herself, she slides back to her feet, brushing the dust and debris from her elbows and hands, goosebumps rising on her skin from the cold water.

"sorry..."

The young woman sniffles and looks away, mumbling her words quietly and searching for the fur to cover herself again, cradling the soft plump cushions of her sex in embarrassment and humility.

[squidley]

Turning his back to the young woman the man went to an old leather bound chest in the corner of the cabin. Flipping open the lid of the old chest, he began to rummage deep inside of it for something. Grabbing a bundle, he tucked it under his arm before closing the chest and moving off to a small dark wooden door set near the fireplace. Pulling open the door he reached into the tiny dark room beyond and gathered a few more things before closing the door and returning to the table where he began laying the things out, his back still to the water dampened young woman.

Grabbing the chair that sat next to the table, he pulled it back upright and turned it to face the woman.

“Sit” he said as he threw a towel from the chest at her, “we need to patch you up a bit.”

On the table was arrayed an assortment of ointments, salves, and balms along with a few different types of bandage material. There was also some dried corn bread and pemmican.

He gestured towards the table with his hand as he spoke, “now eat something too..”

The Squid

[Beastysakura]

The towel lands against her naked body, then in her feeble attempt to catch it, falls to the ground. The She bent over to lift the towel from the ground, her eyes watching his movements at all times. Her body shook, and the tears streamed down her cheeks, lifting the towel to her face she inhaled, selling the coal and soot, smokey flavor of its fibers.

Hearing him speak to her, she jumped. She lowered the towel from her face and stared at him, her eyes pitifully watching him organize his materials on the table. Her fear came in her in waves, her body convulsing momentarily with chill and terror.

Seeing the bottles and vials on the table she thought. Her voice remained silent as the wheels in her heat turned. Curiously she watched, and after the last assault to scared to not obey. the mans stern look and cold expressions hurried her response and she worked her way to the chair.

Sitting down on the cold stagnant wooden chair, she shivered. Turning her head away she avoided his gaze, and worked to not upset him. Her bruises were hot, and she continued to cry lightly and silently as she listened to the bottles and bandages graze the surface of the wooden table.

[squidley]

The wolves circled the room, the mature ones making their way back to the door, sniffing everything as they went. Two younger beasts crowded under the table facing the seated girl, ears up, tails wagging. They were not much more than cubs, enjoying some play away from the pack and their eyes were bright and joyful. They sniffed the girl and ran long damp raspy tongues over her body here and there hoping to have her join in their games.

One old wolf with a muzzle flecked with gray went to the bed where the woman had slept, climbed upon it and after slowly circling on the mattress, sniffed the air, and then licking his lips, laid down on the bed his head upon his paws.

The man strode over to the door and closed it, so that only the three wolves, the man and the woman remained, and then the man returned to the side of the small woman and knelt down onto the floor beside her. He took one of her feet into his hand and examined her limb closely, turning it this way and that. Grunting something to himself he collected fresh water for the bucket, tossing the old out the door, filling it from a barrel in the cabin and returning to her side. Soaking a cloth in the water he began to clean her feet, slowly, carefully.

“Eat girl” he said as he attended to her, “You’ll need some strength if you expect to heal and if your feet become infected, you could die when they turn rotten” he spoke matter of fact like.

The wolf cubs were busy this whole time too. Like young dogs they too sensed the food upon the table and the many scents of the balms and salves. Like those dogs they sought to share in the bounty there. Submissively, they tucked their ears and wagged their tails, golden amber eyes looking longingly at the girl and whining voices came from mouths not so long a curled back to show glistening fangs ready to rip the girl’s belly open and tear out her warm succulent sweetmeats. The male cub had found his way between her legs to her wet slit and his wet scratchy tongue parted her nether lips in an effort to succor upon the sweet fluids inside her moist loins as his golden eyes looked into her dark blue pools.

Unfazed, the man whistled tunelessly as cared for her feet as a mother might for her child.

The Squid

[Beastysakura]

She relaxed now, seeing the wolves in their reclining posts. Her hand slid between the young pups nose and her lower folds. The large mans hands fiddled with her toes, and as he poked and prodded at the cuts and bruises, her toes twitched, the tickling a cynical joke in the dim situation of the young girl.

She was shaking, and still looked away from him, her tears continued to slowly and steadily roll out from her eyes down and across her young pink cheeks. Her mouth carried no emotion, and her eyes were sullen as her hand delicately and tenderly picked at the wooden table.

As he spoke to her, she looked about for the food and looked back up to him. Hearing him speak of the possible decay of her feet and leg, then her life, she breathed in heavily and let out a quiet and soft whine. Like that of an injured animal she whimpered softly and drew back her hands to her chest, crossing them over her breast and covering what bit of skin was not harmed to keep it safe and warm.

[squidley]

He finished bandaging her feet, finally wrapping them in soft rabbit skins and lightly securing them with some leather thongs. He patted her calf before rising and moved to the leather bound chest once more, opening it to take out a bundle. He then closed the chest and returned to his captive where she was still sitting at the table and sat the bundle down before her.

The thick cloth bundle had once been pristine white, but time in the forest had yellowed it some and the man knew that if the girl looked closely she might see the laces of the shirt had frayed as well.

He grabbed a jar from his unguents and set it before her on the table. It was a dark thick ceramic with a tightly fitted lid, and it even took the large man some effort to open it. When he did, a warm sweet odor filled the room; wild honey, dark and succulent filled the jar.

“Put something on” he said nodding towards the shirt, “and if the corn bread is not to your taste, try some honey on it” He stood, and then kissed her lightly on the shoulders, draping the furs from the bed around her.

“When you’re done, we’ll go outside…” he said finally.

The Squid

[Beastysakura]

She fitted the shirt over her body hastily, feeling her way around the over sized clothing. A slight itch but still soft for the most part, and the frayed lace did make her sad, but over all she was happy to be clothed for once, and she did her best to bring it to her front and cover her chest. Button less it fell open often but she did not mind, something to break the chill and make her feel less like an animal is what she needed.

As she watched the wolves and their continued assault on her nether she reached out with one hand to the bread before her, and with her soft hands reached closer to the jar of honey. He hand paused as it reached the rim of the jar, her eyes wandered to his, where she waited for admonishment that never came. Her hand slipped into the jar where her finger dipped slowly into the sticky batch, then rose, bringing the tendrils of sticky liquid along with it, where she maneuvered it childishly to the bread.

"...thank you..."

her voice more soft and calm as she then took the bread in her lips and mouthed it slowly. After one bite she quickly suckled the honey from her finger and enjoyed the filled sensation in her stomach. The sweet flavor stopped her tears and her eyes closed to revel her soul in the pleasure and solitude of the experience of palatable delights.

[squidley]

He watched the girl closely as she ate. He looked at the fall of her dark luxuriant hair, the crystal blue of her furtive eyes, her naturally red lips, and the white porcelain of her skin. He watched the heaving of her bosom as she breathed, the round fullness of her breasts peaking thru the collar of the oversized shirt. Neither the shirt nor the furs draped around her shoulders did anything to hide the round taut fullness of her ass, or the long and strong coltish legs. Her timid glances were doe like, peaking at the man like some trapped animal thru the thick mane of her hair made her desirable. She was weak, vulnerable, sitting there. She was his for the taking. Anytime and anyway he wanted to. There was nothing she could do, no way to stop him.

He considered. He could throw her on the table now. Flip her on her back and force her legs open. He could take her cunt or ass, forcing his cock deep into her until her fuck holes bled and she screamed for mercy or begged just to die. Maybe he should drive her to her knees, slapping and striking her head and face until she pleaded to lick his shaft and drink his salty jism. Then he could tie her to his bed and bugger her each night until she wasted away and when she was no longer fit to fuck. After that he’d let the wolves have her to disembowel and eat alive…

He chuckled grimly as he busied himself around the little cabin, putting his clothes on, stoking the fire, clearing away the mendicants, packing away the bandages, and making the bed. He turned his back to her as she ate, taking care of business as the wolves watched over her and the one young male decided to get amorous with her leg.

He gave her time to eat before going back to the mantle place, above the now brightly burning fire, and picking up the leather sheath lying there. Holding it, he withdrew the bright shinny steel blade from its case, checked the edge of the long wicked blade, and moved the scabbard containing the large skinning knife to the belt of his trousers.

“Time to go..” he said, turning to the girl.

The Squid