Episode Ten, Madness and Anger
Sam laughed as the air pushed against his body as he dashed toward the two women who were washing in the small spring at the base of a tall rock face. Jackie and Melanie hadn't seen him yet, but that was about to change. Within seconds things were going to happen fast and Sam couldn't hold back his delight and anticipation as his penis began to swell into an erection.
Jackie was the first to notice him. Her eyes went wide and she threw her hands up in defense but the effort did little to stop the impact of Sam's naked body crashing into her's. She was knocked back off of her feet and crushed under him on the rocky bank uphill from the spring. The other pretty screamed from a few feet away but Sam paid her no mind. He had pretty Jackie first. The other pretty could wait.
Jackie squirmed under Sam's weight. Her knees pushed up in a weak attempt to push him off. The crazed man laughed as he placed his open hand against the side of her face and pushed until the woman's head was pinned between the force of his weight and the small jagged stones on the bank.
"Please," she cried. "I'm sorry."
"Jackie is sorry," Sam said and was a bit shocked by the sound of his own voice. His words came out scratchy and the pitch shifted up and down with each syllable.
"I shouldn't have told them what you did," Jackie shouted. The fear was obvious in her tone. "You didn't deserve to be stabbed. I should have lied. Please don't hurt me!"
"Sam won't hurt pretty Jackie," he assured her. He was quickly growing accustomed to his voice and began to look at it as a badge of honor. He lowered his body until his mouth was pressed against Jackie's ear. "Sam is going to make Jackie his pretty."
Jackie screamed and swung her arm around as hard as she could. Sam felt the impact of a rock in her hand crash into the side of his head. He rose his body back up and looked at the woman's hand. A low laugh began to grow and expand from him until he was screaming his chuckles uncontrollably. She thought she could hurt him? She actually thought she could win?
Another rock, this time much larger, smashed against his nose and Sam fell back off of Jackie from the blow. He felt the cold water of the spring splash up his back as he landed. He shook his head and looked at Melanie, who was holding a large stone in both hands. Her fear was apparent in her face as she wearily watched him as she stood over Jackie.
"Bad," Sam said as he pushed himself up from the cold water. "Bad, bad Melanie. Bad, bad, pretty Melanie."
"Stay away from us you creep," Melanie shouted. Her long red hair was almost completely dried from the sun but had just enough wetness to darken the color slightly.
Sam stumbled as he stood up but was quick to regain his balance. Jackie was up on her feet by this time and the two women watched him cautiously. They each held stones in their hands as if they would provide any kind of protection against the man that used to be Sam. They had no idea what he had become. They had no idea what he was capable of. Of course, they never did in the first place. Sam would show them. Same would make them understand.
With a growl, Sam lunged forward. Jackie and Melanie turned and began running along the bank away from him but Sam was faster. Sam was better. Sam would show them.
Reaching out, Sam felt the bottom of Jackie's wet shirt and tightened his hand into a fist, gripping the shirt. He pulled and Jackie's legs wobbled before she fell forward. She immediately began kicking behind her as she worked her hands in an effort to crawl away but Sam was already crawling over her back. She wore no pants, nor panties under the shirt. The two had been bathing and drinking from the water when he arrived. This made things... convenient.
"Run," Jackie shouted through her teeth as Sam felt her struggles weaken. "Leave me and get the hell out of here!"
Melanie seemed to be stuck in inner turmoil for a long moment before Jackie yelled at her again. The last shout from her friend sent Melanie spinning on her heels and sprinting down the bank of the creek as fast as she could. Sam's laugh grew once more as he watched his second pretty start his next game. He turned his attention back to the pretty pinned below him.
Jackie pressed her forehead against the stone as her arms rested over her head where they were when she had been trying to crawl to escape. He felt her nice and firm ass cheeks pinching around his throbbing cock as he smelled her. The smell of her sweat was overriding the smell of the fresh spring water as she had completely exhausted herself in her attempts to run from him.
"Please," the words came out in a sorrowful whisper. "Please stop this."
Sam rubbed his hand up her back, feeling the drying cloth of her shirt as his rand ran up toward the back of her neck. He pushed her hair off of her back and watched as it fell strand by strand over her shoulders, splaying over the rocks just below her head. He could feel his own heartbeat pounding through the veins of his cock as her ass tensed up, squeezing it between them. He smiled, feeling the sweet calmness of the moment. His smile turned to a toothy grin as he gripped his fist around the neck of her shirt and pulled so hard that she began coughing and gasping for air.
Jackie's stifled scream sent a surge through Sam as he rammed his cock into her pussy. He felt her resistance, as weak as it was. He could sense her desire to fight back. He could almost hear her inner thoughts. Her inner pleas. Her inner struggle. He pulled at her shirt harder as he rammed his rod inside her once more. Her hands pulled back as she began pulling at the neck of her shirt to free her throat enough for breath. He could see her face turning pale from the side as her hands began to drop from their failed attempts to aid her in getter breath. Just before she was able to fall unconscious, Sam released her shirt. She dropped face first on the rocks again and gasped for that sweet air that she had been deprived of.
He worked his thrusts into a steady rhythm as he listened to the pretty sucking in more and more air. She would let out a cry from time to time but her lungs' desire for oxygen overrode her desire to fight off his advances.
Sam studied her as he worked his shaft in and out of her tight pussy. He could practically see her soul within her struggling with his pull. He didn't quite understand what he was doing and that was the moment that he realized that he didn't quite know what he was. He knew that he was stronger than before. He knew that he could do things that he couldn't do when he was weak. He knew he was something more than human. He was something less than human. He was who he was.
Sam pulled his dick out of Jackie, grabbed one of her legs and pulled until she had rolled limply onto her back. She looked down her body at him. Her eyes were not showing signs of shock or horror anymore. Her eyes now showed nothing more than acceptance. She wouldn't fight him any longer. She knew. What did she know? Sam grew angry that she was in on a joke that he didn't understand.
"What," he shouted at her. "What do you know?"
She didn't answer. Her eyes just stared at him. She knew something! He would bring the answers from her.
Sam pushed his knees up under Jackie's legs and pushed until her legs raised up, allowing him to push his cock into her cunt once more. She let out a soft noise as he plunged inside of her once more. He searched her soul and the colors seemed to be weaker than before. Where the swirling colors were once vibrant and moving with a ferocious swirling motion, they were now dull and barely shifting at all. He rammed himself in and out. Feeling the warmth of her body. Feeling the softness of her soul as it faded.
"What do you know," he shouted. Her eyes stared back at him with a blank expression. He watched a tear roll down the side of her cheek as her head lolled to the side. "Tell me!"
