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.
