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COCK SLAYER

G etting rid of the bodies has never been my job.

I never gave it any thought until Jessie asked if I wanted to help him in the woods. Thinking about it hours later, going into the woods was probably one of many stupid decisions I have made.

It’s too late to turn back. I might end up getting chased in the dark, which would turn me on, considering they cut the man’s head off. When I say them, I mean Tobias and the very unhinged thoughts he has.

I carry a bin bag with his head over my shoulders. I like to keep myself fit, but I'm not as fit as I first assumed. I'm out of breath and ready to throw the head, not caring where it lands.

Not to mention, I'm freezing. It's so cold that I may come back frozen and no longer be able to walk. Jessie may have to carry me back.

“Now I know why you never help with this bit.” Jessie stops turning to watch me struggle like carrying a head in the woods at night is a normal thing to do.

“I’m sorry. I'm just not used to having a head in a bin bag and carrying it over my shoulder in the woods at night.” My eyes narrow at his nose, flaring as the anger rises.

“Here we are. You can put it down now.” He shoves the body into an already-dug grave.

I follow, placing the bin bag inside, relieved I don't have that hanging off my shoulder.

Turning around, I get ready to go back to the cabin. But not before Jessie’s hand is fisting my hair, pulling me back and spinning me around, causing me to defend myself by taking my hands and slapping him across the face.

“You like violence, but I can get with that. Just not now. Be a good girl and stand still while I sort this out,” he taunts sarcastically.

I have the urge to do the opposite, but it's pitch-black outside, and all we have is one torch, and I don’t feel like getting chased.

As much as I’ve dreamed about it, tonight isn't the night to live out that fantasy.

“I would hate for such a pretty woman like you to have to get her hands dirty. Oh, wait, who am I kidding? You are covered in blood most days.” He throws the mud at the grave, covering the dead body.

If he had a shovel, this would be easier.

Which now that I come to think of it, why the fuck don’t we have one?

“Do you plan on just kicking the mud with your foot?” I ask, rolling my eyes now, freezing my tits off.

I don't know what I thought was going to happen with burying a dead body, but this wasn't it.

In the movies, there are always more than two people and shovels. Again, why the fuck don't we have them?

“Do you have a better plan? Please share with the rest of us.” He looks at me, still kicking the mud over the body with his feet.

I stand looking at the dozen trees, the light of the torch beaming on each tree, the green colour mimicking different shades.

The lights hit the floor, where mud, sticks, and weeds cover my black boots that were once clean, not to mention the dried-up blood from the body lying beneath me.

I'm going to die out here, and if it isn’t from Jessie, it will be because I froze to death.

Not bringing a coat was wrong on my end, but isn't a gentleman meant to offer his jacket to the lady?

But then again, this is the same person who fucked me with my gun and then sucked the barrel full of my juices. Nevermind.

“The rest of us? There isn’t anyone else out here but us,” I state the obvious, but Jessie isn’t happy with my response. He kicks quicker, just what I wanted. I make a mental note to piss him off to make this go quicker.

“Woah, let's not forget the dead man. Don’t be rude.” I flip him off.

Jessie pulls out a knife, my eyes nearly fully closed, with my finger tapping on my top lip, waiting for an answer on why he could need one. I look down at the grave, seeing the body covered. He walks around freely, bringing a goddamn shovel out, shoving bigger clumps of mud over the grave.

“Seriously, you couldn’t have used that before? I'm done; I'm going back to the cabin.” I turn around starting to walk back until a hand is around the back of my neck, pulling me, his hand now fisting my hair. Again.

“Where do you think you’re going?” His breath laces my ear as he whispers, tightening his grip on my hair and making me screech.

“Back to the cabin. I'm cold,” I sneer, but all it causes him to do is tighten his fist around me, turn me around, kiss me, and our tongues crash.

fuck I wanted to hate him right now, but now his tongue is down my throat, I can't stop kissing him back with those sweet, luscious lips and minty fresh breath.

“You drive me crazy. I want to taste all of you,” he growls between my lips, sending the feeling of hate and anger through my body.

Everything about Jessie is wrong. He's ten years older, yet I can't get over him. I hate him but I want his mouth on my pussy any time I can. Though I don't want to admit how much he bothers me, this man's ego is already big enough that I don't need to add to it.

“There is something I want you to do. Can you be a good girl for me?” His voice is low as he asks.

I’m hesitant to answer, but no matter what I say, I will do what he wants even if it isn't by choice.

“Yes,” I say slowly, and with a shaky breath, my eyes move up to Jessie. His eyes narrow, overcast with a sense of danger. Something I have never seen before my body tense at the thought of what he was going to do, sending a throbbing sensation right to my pussy, a wet patch forming on my knickers.

“Are you scared, Angel? Knowing there’s no one to save you?” He creeps, standing behind me. I can feel him smile, the one I want to hate, but all I can do is inhale deeply through my nose and take it all in, nearly slipping a moan out.

“No one but the two of us. I have a lot planned for you.” He’s behind me, nearly inches away. A hand wraps around my chin, spinning me around, his finger bringing my lip downward.

I’m in the woods all alone with Jessie in a pair of fluffy PJs, my hair soaking wet from my shower, wearing my black boots. I look ridiculous, but all I can focus on is the man behind me taking my throat hostage.

Not long ago, I was sitting on the couch, legs spread, watching him fuck Tobias and watching Sean get himself off.

Now my pussy is aching, I don't know what I want. Do I want him to be on me, or in me, or for him to take complete control?

Something they do is never take complete control. They know what I like and dislike, what I can take and what I can't, and never go beyond that unless I say so.

“I never got my turn with you inside. Now I want it out here.” Any dignity I once had left in me is far away, nowhere to be seen. Not that I have had any for a while.

“What could you possibly want me to do?” I say, lowering my eyes filled with desire.

“I want you to ride this knife handle in the mud.” My eyes shoot open, not ready for what he said. I almost feel shocked but I'm up for it.

“You can’t be serious, it's been raining,” I inform him, but it's no use, he's taking the knife, stabbing the blade into the ground.

I peek at the knife, ready for me to ride the handle.

“Undress or I will do it for you,” he growls, looking at me.

I could argue with him, but it wouldn’t end well.

In my defense, I strip off my pants, followed by my top, leaving me naked in the middle of the woods with the one person who could kill me.

He has every right to. If we are speaking about being honest, he brought me so I'm his, I'm to do whatever he wants, so at any second, he could turn around and kill me.

He could make me do whatever he wants, and I wouldn't have a choice.

I'm just thankful that’s never happened, at least not yet.

“Do you think you will be able to ride the handle, take all of it?”

My brain is back to wanting to say anything that's going to piss him off and it's hard. I can't help it. I love to wind people up. It gives me a sense of joy.

“What kind of question even is that? You know I can,” I say proudly. What can I say, I never back down from a challenge.

“A very serious question. Ash, look at me when I tell you this. You will ride the handle until you cum and only then will I let you get off. Are we clear?” He looks at me deep into my blue eyes, just like the sea, I stare back into his hazel eyes, a sparkle shining in them, or the devil. No one knows.

“You look breathtaking. Now do what I say,” he demands, not taking his eye off me, watching my every step. I walk closer still with my boots on but fully naked, the breeze hitting my skin and making me shiver down my spine.

“I want you to slowly hover over where the knife is, but do not try to take it. I need to work you up on that.” Thank God he said that, even though I have had a lot of sex, I'm hoping he brought some sort of lube, or this is going to be more pain than pleasure.

I reach the last step, coming up to the knife. Thankfully, I’m smallish, so hovering over the knife isn't as uncomfortable as anticipated.

“Good girl, now what I want you to do is. Take this lube, and I want you to cover the knife handle in it. Then, put some on two of your fingers and start working it in.”

He passes me the bottle of lube; I open it, letting it drop onto the knife handle, making sure I apply a good amount.

I take two fingers, letting the lube glide over, and place the bottle beside me.

I take it to my entrance already wet, I put two fingers inside my cunt, curling my fingers upwards hitting the right spot.

I completely forgot my surroundings. I place my fingers in and out, finding it harder each time I finger myself to stay put and not fall into the mud.

“Fuck, you look so good fingering yourself,” he growls, standing and watching. I catch on to the bulge in his pants, and my mouth waters instantly at the sight.

I fight the urge to come right here, right now.

“Angel, it's time. I want you to slowly start sitting down. I will be right here, baby,” he assures me. I slowly place both my hands, now covered in mud, as I lower myself to the tip of the handle.

The tip enters my pussy. fuck this is a lot more than I thought.

“It’s too much, I can't do this,” I plead with my eyes on him, hoping for something, anything to happen.

“I know you can take it. We're not going to back out now, are we?" he taunts, leaning against the tree.

I slam myself down letting the handle fill my pussy up. I take a second to start working in and out, bouncing up and down, and kicking myself using one of the many dildos I have at home. Your girl doesn't always have three men to get me off. Sometimes I have to do the work.

Fuck, this feels amazing knife play isn’t something I ever thought I would be into until now I'm obsessed and want to do this again.

“Don't you dare come until I say?” Jessie's voice slowly goes to the back of my head while I ride the pleasure out. I need to let myself have this release. I deserve it.

“Please, Jessie, please.”

“What do you need, Angel? Use your words,” he growls, walking toward me and crouching, taking his hands to my hips as he slams me down back on the knife, not letting me get back up.

“I want to cum, please,” I beg. His hands release my lips but he doesn’t take them off. He bounces me up and down, watching me fall apart.

“Cum for me, Angel,” he demands as his hands let go, letting me take control.

I bounce up and down, letting my body rip apart.

I let the orgasm rip through my head, shooting back. I cum all over the handle fully naked.

My body slumps against Jessie as he catches me, picks me up, and lets me sit on his lap. He takes my PJs, dressing me back up, and I shiver from the cold air around us.

“Come on, let's get you inside and warm.”

I breathe, feeling relieved that I can get warm. I'm surprised my nipples haven’t frozen and fallen off.

The walk back to the cabin is quicker than getting there this time, as both are cold and tired. Having wet hair sure isn’t helping.

As we make it back into the cabin, the fire is still hot, and the orange flame sparkles. I go to the kitchen and take out three mugs.