Just think of Jennifer being on the beach walking alone one night wearing her leather two piece bikini. As she passes by the mouth of a cave she hears a squeal from within. Moments later as entering the mouth of the cavern to see if she can still hear anything, her flashlight goes out. Instantly Jennifer is knocked to the floor and her hands wrapped tightly together and bound over head to the wall, as she struggles a rough hand reaches out from the darkest shadows and touches her face. In her moment of fear Jennifer faints dead away.
As she shakes the cobwebs out of her head suddenly she feel big rough hands tugging off her bottoms and slipping their way into her. His hands while rough and his nails long and sharp probe her depths as Jennifer struggles with what is happening in her own mind.
She feels the coarseness of his hands but also the delicate manner in which he touches her. Gruff at once, but yet at the same time taking deliberate time so as his nails do not harm her insides. Her pink, clenching muscles deep inside welcome the intrusion even if her mind hasn't completely come to realize the danger of the situation. Jennifer has always liked it rough but even at this moment when she is getting just that, she still doesn't know who the fingers belong to. He curls them as he rolls her over and lets only his thumb remain. As she tries to twist away his other hand in pinning her down, as it presses into the small of her back.
Suddenly just as she feels revulsion pass through her mind, Jennifer feels his thumb doing something exquisite, it rubs and manipulates the spongy spot just inside the mouth of her sex on the inner walls. He strokes it continuously with his thumb grinding it down and pressing against Jennifer's inner walls making her cry out, as her body trembles. She has been given orgasms before but this is proving most intense.
"Why?" she cries out, her body writing and yet needing a answer.
"Because you have entered what was Mine and now I have entered what is yours slut," the voice responds.
As quickly as the fingers have invaded her wet moist cavern of desire, they slip away. She feel herself hoisted effortlessly over the man/creature's shoulder and totter on the brink of passing out again.
As her eyes open for the second time this evening dazed from the blow that sent her reeling to the floor Jennifer realizes just where it is he has taken her, an old abandoned motel, having lived around here for a long time and haunted some of these places with her friends late at night to steal away and smoke a joint or two and have a few shots of tequila.
As Jennifer's eyes adjust to the dim light she sees the figure, veiled in shadows before her. His intentions aren't known but the dampness between her legs makes her think that he has possibly fingered or fucked her by now because her juices are flowing down her thighs.
"Ahhh the pretty dark one is awake," he says in a low grumble. In a flash his lips are upon her neck and his cock jutting against her naked areolas. The tip presses and rubs against her nipples as he crouches over the chair and bites hungrily into the flesh of her neck. His rough hands eagerly seeking warm depths in which to sink.
She finds herself protesting but still opening her thighs in arousal. This putrid smelling man is as strong as an ox and determined to devour nothing less than her soul, she thinks. As Jennifer spreads her thighs his incisors tear into her neck and make the blood trickle down her breasts. Her nipples become hard at once and suddenly her mouth is watering and her breath catches in her throat.
As he laps at the trickle of blood her suddenly feel his weight shift away from her. His big hand locks on her jaw and squeezes forcing her mouth open. She wants to protest what's about to happen but once again her body betrays her.
As his thick cock presses against her tongue her wrap it around him and close her lips encircling his meaty prick. His hands fly to her hair and he fucks her mouth harder and faster. His guttural moans only fuel her on more. Jennifer loses herself in the moment and can only think of consuming his fleshy wand as it invades and fills her mouth.
Swallow after swallow she tastes the leaking precum from his cock. Jennifer's pussy grows even more moist and she starts rubbing her thighs together to create a little pleasurable friction. He reaches down and tugs on her nipples forcing her to open her mouth at first to the pain. As her open her mouth he presses the full length of his shaft into her mouth and the tip rushes past her gag reflex and into her throat. Gulping to try and catch air her throat muscles contract around the tip of his tool and set of a steady stream of pulsing cum shots down her gullet.
As soon as he has finished her, he spreads her legs apart again and hefts her over his shoulder. Tossing her onto an old mattress he immediately pounces. Covering her body with his and raking his long unkempt nails down her flesh. The nails seem to be talon like, and she feels the trickles of blood flow from where he has scratched and torn the flesh open. His mouth covers the wounds as he thrusts into her. Claiming her body as his own vessel of pleasure once again.
Jennifer's wet pussy easily accepts him and she no longer care what is about to happen or is happening just reaching her own screaming climax before she finds out if she was brought here to die. His pulsed and shot deep inside Jennifer's tight center and still he thrust inside her and she can feel the intensity he is using to show her how animal like he really was.
His cock pounds inside her and his talon like nails press into the hood of her clit as he fumbles to manipulate her body to orgasm. Jennifer's clit pulses in time with his thrusts and despite the fact that she should be crying rape, she finds herself wrapping her ankles around his hips and thumping her heels on his ass spurring him to fuck her deeper and faster. If he is going to treat her like a slut she is determined to act like one.
