Morgan 1: Breaking In

   One of the first involving a reoccurring character named Morgan Henna.
(FM+, fdom, 1st time, BDSM, decapitation, femdom, horror, impregnation,
rape, snuff, torture, unprotected, watersports, ws, fantasy)

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   The sun was setting across the forest horizon, making the trees cast
their shadows over the cozy hunting lodge.  From her vantage point at the
tree line, Morgan watched as the three initiates finished their daily tasks
about the cabin.  This was their first time away from home & without
experience to guide them, they were at their chores 'till late in the day.

   They had only been here for a week & a half.  By tradition they were to
stay here for a month.  This lodge was well outside Morgan's usual grounds,
& it had been quite some time since she had struck.  The three had very
little reason to fear, or even suspect they were being watched.

   Morgan was grateful that their village still had this rite of passage.
In the olden days it would be a common event & she wouldn't have to be so
stealthy about it either.  Still Morgan actually enjoyed a bit of this
sneaking about.  It actually heightened her already sharp predator
instincts.  What she didn't enjoy is how she had to spread out her attacks,
over time & distance, to keep her flock from growing too wary or too thin.

   The setting sun drew her out of nostalgic reverie.  Her three young
targets had finished their chores & were settling in for much needed rest.
As the last light disappeared behind the horizon Morgan pulled on the
lacing of her black dress.  Letting it go slack, she shrugged her narrow
shoulders & let the material drop down her svelte frame.  With practiced
grace she then stepped over the discarded fabric and took a moment to
examine herself in the now shining moonlight.  Her skin was smooth & pale
as snow, and being fully naked, was contrasted only by her dark hair
reaching down to the small of her back.

   Gently she reached down into the folds of her now discarded clothing &
retrieved a few hairpins.  Holding them in her teeth, she folded up her
long hair exposing her bare neck.  Securing her hair with each of the pins,
she then retrieved the hatchet she'd wedged into a nearby tree stump.  Now
armed, she crouched down on her long legs to approach the cabin.

   Pausing at the forest's edge, she stopped and listened.  It was a warm
night without the slightest breeze.  She heard no sound of activity inside.
Slowly she crept up, hatchet in hand, & drew up within a good seven paces
of the lodge.  Morgan carefully stalked around the cabin, her bare feet
tickled by the grass, looking for the best entry point.  As she rounded
another corner, she heard the sudden sound of movement & wood creaking
loudly.  Morgan quickly ducked back behind the corner, crouching low.  Her
heart raced & she clutched the small ax to her breasts.

   Waiting for a bit, she expected to hear more but there was only the the
sound of a few footsteps inside.  Then, silence.  After a time crickets
began chirping.  Until now Morgan hadn't realized how heavy she had been
breathing.

   Gripping her ax in one hand, she slowly turned the corner.  What she saw
made her insides wet.  One of the cabin's occupants had opened a window. 
Morgan hoped frantically that is was a bed room window.  Fighting the urge
to claw at her pussy, she crawled on all fours beneath the window sill. 
Crouching in the grass, she listened.

   At first she could only hear the sound of crickets.  Eventually Morgan
concentrated through it to hear soft breathing from within & the occasional
ruffle of what she assumed were blankets.  Taking measure of her breathing
she slowly peered up on over the window sill into the room.  It was dark,
obviously, & without moonlight she could not see what lay within.  Her
other senses told her it was one of the bed rooms.  She believed it.  Pulse
raising she decided to enter.

   ********

   Justin was exhausted.  He'd spent the whole day doing nothing but toil.
His arms were sore from chopping wood all afternoon, & his whole body ached
from the early (& lengthy) hunt he & his companions had gone on.  They
managed to get a deer, which was more trouble than it was worth he thought.
It had been cleaned, butchered, even skinned in the proper way their
instructor had shown them.

   At least it had put meat on the table.  Still, it was all Justin could
do to make it to his newly appointed bedroom.  If he was still at home his
parents would have never let him go to bed without bathing but he was too
tired to care.

   Collapsing on the bed after he closed the door behind him, Justin
drifted off to sleep.  It took a minute for the sweltering summer heat to
wake him, but it did.  Sweating profusely from both his earlier exertions &
the evening temperatures he stumbled out of bed.  Justin felt as though he
would faint & so stripped off his clothing.  That helped some but it was
still sweltering.

   Looking at the moonlit forest out his window, it dawned on him.  The
heat must be addling my mind, he thought.  Kicking his clothing aside he
stumbled to the window & lifted it.  The cooler air felt pleasant on his
skin.  It was still hot, but at least now it was bearable.  Noisily, he
walked back to bed & collapsed face up.

   ********

   Morgan clenched the hatchet handle in her teeth & grabbed both sides of
the open window.  It wasn't difficult to haul herself up with her tall
lithe frame.  What was difficult was doing it quietly.  She managed, this
wasn't her first break-in after all.  She even avoided getting any
splinters.

   As soon as she stepped through, she crouched down gripping her ax in her
left hand.  For all she knew her target could be looking right at her.  Her
eyes quickly adjusted, & she soon realized he was asleep.

   Slowly rising, sweat beading on her pale body, Morgan stepped forward.
She took special care not to wake him.  The floor boards creaked under her
bare feet.  It was painfully slow going, Morgan could see he was barley
covered by a sheet, & that he was at least bare chested.  She fought with
all her strength to keep from jumping on top of him.

   After an excruciating eternity, she reached his bed side.  His breathing
was still deep & calm, unlike hers, indicating that he was fast asleep. 
Looking down Morgan could see that his sleepy state had made him partially
erect.  That was common, especially for boys his age, Morgan thought.

   She decided to give him a little help.  Quietly she crawled into bed
with him, her tall slender frame looming over his.  Gently she placed her
hatchet to his right & brushed aside his bed sheet.  With barely contained
enthusiasm she placed his semi-hard member into her mouth.  Using her right
hand she pleasured herself & with her left she gently caressed him.  To her
he tasted salty from sweat & sleepy enthusiasm.  His penis responded
immediately to her attentions, growing larger, longer, & stiffer.  It was
tempting to suck him until he came her mouth.  She would've loved to
swallow every bit he had, but Morgan had bigger plans.

   ********

   Justin dreamed first of the crickets outside, what it would be like to
be amongst them, chirping all night long.  At least that way there would be
no work.  Work made him dream of home, & home made him dream of girls. 
Girls & women.  His village had many women, too many.  All tormenting him
with their fleshy curves & shaking breasts, their pretty hair & coy smiles.
He was dying to know what they looked like under those dresses.  If only he
could see, could touch them.  But they were touching him, he could feel
them.  Soft hands of grown women touching him all over.  It felt so real.
It was real.

   Justin's eyes fluttered open.  On top of him, in the moonlight, was a
breathtakingly beautiful woman.  His penis was in her mouth, & it felt
wondrous.  She was very pale & had dark hair pinned above her long neck. 
She noticed he was awake, looking at him through long dark lashes.  Her
stare frightened him, though gorgeous, he was scared of what she might do,
& that she might stop.

   She kept working her mouth back & forth.  Justin didn't know much about
sex, but he could tell she was sucking on him.  It felt wonderful & he
thought he might bust till he saw something in her left hand.  Out of the
corner of his eye at first but then she brought into full view.  She
holding a hatchet.  With a firm grip she placed in on its side over his
belly.  Still making eye contact she released him from her mouth.

   "Quiet" she whispered, her voice silky.

   With a look of predatory hunger she climbed over to straddle him.  She
never broke eye contact, even as she slammed the hatchet down quietly into
the bed next to him.  Her steady gaze made him uncomfortable so he looked
down.

   From her new position he could see her breasts.  They were pale like the
rest of her, & swung heavy & free.  Her nipples hardened, Justin had heard
that meant a woman was excited, even though he'd never seen it himself.  He
ached to touch them but was too scared of what she might do to him.

   Up till now, he hadn't realized how truly naked she was.  They both
were, he could hide nothing from her, not even his arousal.  There was
little dispute over what she meant to do.  A part of him hoped that was
true at least.  The thought of losing his virginity in such a manner
frightened him as much as it excited him.

   He'd never seen what a woman looked like naked before.  She was clearly
bigger than him & had reach, if not strength, on him.  Plus, she was armed.
Soon his vision meandered down to her legs & parts between.  She was
equally pale there too, but with dark patch of hair around a narrow slash
of flesh.  Her legs rubbed against him.  They were so smooth, & soft.  He
thought he might lose it.

   The woman, whoever she was, brought his attention back to her face when
she placed her right hand over his mouth.

   ******

   Morgan, still staring him, bent down & whispered, her breath hot in his
ear.

   "Keep quiet, & you'll be safe.  Okay?"

   Justin nodded.  She took her hand away from his mouth picked up her ax.
Her hand high on the handle, she slowly sliced into his cheek.  Not deep,
but enough to bleed.

   "Do you feel that boy?" she murmured, placing the ax back where it had
been.

   Justin nodded again.

   "Good" she said quietly.  She licked his bleeding cheek & kissed him.

   ***

   Justin could taste his own blood & this woman's sticky saliva when she
kissed him.  Her tongue forced his mouth open.  He'd often dreamt of
kissing girls but never like this.  She bit his lip a little.  Gently at
first but then she truly bit down.  Justin started at the pain & taste of
his own wound.

   The woman smacked him hard across his left cheek.  Justin made every
effort to keep quiet, he didn't want to anger her further.  The strike made
his jaw hurt & his ear ring.  Now both cheeks were in pain but for
different reasons.

   She kissed him again & looked to his side.  He didn't understand at
first until she began tearing his sheets up.  She did it very easily which
made Justin wonder at how strong she was.  Then she braided the strips
together & tied his hands to the bed post.  Justin didn't think that was
necessary but didn't dare speak his mind.  As she tied him, her breasts
clanged against his face.  Soft & fleshy, it made his pain seem distant.

   Him being bound seemed to excite the intruder.  She grabbed his face
with both hands & kissed him on the mouth.  She then looked down his torso
to see, that beneath her wide hips, he was still fully excited.  With a
trembling hand, she placed the tip of his virginity inside her.

   Justin felt like he was in heaven, a scary dark heaven, but heaven. 
Every inch of him was surrounded in warmth & wetness.  He could feel
moisture slipping out of her & dripping down his length.  Slowly she slunk
down & rested her pelvis against his.  He was buried in her.  She never
broke eye contact even as they merged.

   Her breathing was growing louder & faster.  He knew that she was trying
to restrain herself from making noise so as to not wake the others.  It was
becoming difficult.

   Then he could feel movement, not just from her, but within her.  Her
insides were clamping down on his.

   Her breathing became huskier, with her hands free she began caressing
her breasts.  The sight of it, of her, her breasts, her beauty, being in
her, hearing her breath, the warmth of her naked body against him.  It was
too much, he lost himself inside her & exploded, giving her everything he
had.  Everything he was.  His insides streamed jet after jet of fluid
inside her till he felt empty & she felt full.  It hadn't taken long but
she actually sighed in contentment & gave him a slight smile.

   Justin could not move after that, & he didn't want to.

   ******

   Morgan sighed again.

   "Mmm, that was a lot" she whispered kissing him again.

   She kept him inside till he was completely soft.  That took quite a
while, several minutes later he was still pulsing with his heartbeat inside
her.  Eventually he grew soft.  In the meantime Morgan kissed him deeply
again & again.  She touched her insides but not too often, if she got too
excited the others would hear too soon.

   As his hardness receded she lifted up, his warmth running out of her.

   He just looked up at her, exhausted & confused.

   Placing her larger feminine hands over his small shoulders, she dug her
nails into his skin.  She could tell her grip was hurting him but that
excited her.  Still looking at him in the eyes, she held her wide hips over
him & relaxed.  A copious stream of hot piss streamed down on him & his
genitals.  Morgan stared steadily at him, as if daring him to say
something. He didn't & looked away from her face, instead gazing at the
generous amount of urine she was spraying him with.

   Morgan sighed louder than she should have at relieving herself.  She
couldn't help it though, it felt so good.  Both to get it out & mark her
property.  At last the deluge became a drizzle & she wiped herself off with
his sheet.

   Finished, she settled back down to straddle him again with more of his
cum leaking out of her.

   "Close your eyes boy" she said softly.

   Frightened clearly, he obeyed.

   Morgan kissed him on the mouth again.  Full, deep & passionately.

   Gently she took her ax & slashed it against his throat.  Blood sprayed
out over her naked breasts, against her face & belly.  It soaked her hair &
sprinkled her shoulders.  Morgan loved it & hacked again & again.  He made
gurgling noises as he died but kept his eyes shut.  Soon enough she had him
fully decapitated, the stump spraying more blood.  Soon, too soon, it
stopped.  Morgan was ecstatic, she dipped her hands in his blood, smearing
its warmth over her swollen breasts.  She tasted it in her mouth, licked it
off her hands.  She masturbated with the blood all over her.  She even
reached inside herself, & mixed his blood with cum & tasted both herself.
She thought she might evaporate with ecstasy.

   Reluctantly, she held herself in check.  The others couldn't hear.  Not
yet.  With blood dripping from her pinned hair, pale tits, legs, & hips,
she picked up the ax & headed quietly for the door.

   ********

   Each step left a bloody foot print as she entered the hallway.  Morgan
looked back the way she came, admiring the floor's new decoration.  In the
moonlight from the window the blood looked black.  Morgan shuddered &
brushed aside some bloody flyaway strands.

   Curiously, she looked down the hallway.  There were 4 other rooms here,
she knew only 2 others were occupied.  Morgan already felt elated & there
was no end in sight.  Her victim's blood was already drying on her body. 
It gave her skin a pleasant stickiness.

   Licking the bloody side of her hatchet, she decided the closest room
would do.  With graceful steps she approached the door.  Not even a cat
would have heard her approach.  Morgan's heart was pounding so fast.  She
was so excited she felt like fainting.

   "Whew, control yourself" she whispered aloud.

   Taking a few measured breaths, she calmed a bit.  Slowly, she grasped
the door knob with her right hand, in her left she held her ax at the
ready. For all she knew her next victim could be awake in there, so she
turned the knob carefully, taking no chances.

   As she opened the door, all she found was an empty bed & the smell of
dust.  Morgan stifled a growl & quietly closed the door.

   The next room was across the hall beside her first victim's room.  With
bloody, sticky steps she approached.  Her libido was beginning to get too
inflamed for caution, making her open the door louder than was prudent.

   ********

   The room was sweltering.  Whoever was sleeping here hadn't opened the
window, not yet at least.  Morgan was already sweating through the dried
blood on her tits.

   He must be very cold natured, she thought.  Closing the door, she tip
toed over to examine him.  He wasn't clothed but was fully covered by a
sheet.

   How could he stay asleep in this heat?  Morgan was puzzled.  A quick
glance revealed a large empty pitcher of water on a table next to his bed.

   The spring that fed the water here was deep & thus cold.  That must be
how he's handling the heat, she surmised.

   Morgan gently uncovered him, he was face down so she had to be extra
careful.

   Once she had him face up she touched her slender hands to his naked
belly.  It felt more solid than would be usual.  He wasn't hard so she'd
have to help him a little too.  She had a sicking thought.  One that made
her sex run fluid down her blood stained legs.

   Taking her ax, she quietly cut strips from the bedding.  He was fast
asleep so tying him up would be no problem.

   Gently she took his soft member into her mouth, peeling back his skin
with her tongue.  She wanted to make her mouth as warm an relaxing as she
could.

   This trick had worked on other boys, she thought to herself as she
began.

   She continued sucking on his still soft member, not too hard, lest she
wake him.  Morgan could tell he was relaxing but not enough.  She placed
her ax to his right & with her left hand she caressed his belly, pressing
down slightly.

   His whole body relaxed & Morgan sighed inside.  Within a few seconds he
began urinating.  Slow dripping at first but then a great blast in her
humid mouth as his bladder began to empty its contents.  Greedily she
gulped it down, even as she sucked on his penis.  It was still flaccid but
she didn't mind.  Morgan was too turned on to care for now, & she began
touching herself.  As fast & as much she could drink he was still peeing
more than she could take in.  Some began running down her mouth over her
chin.

   "Mmm" she moaned despite herself.  She was drunk on her own lust. 
Morgan couldn't wait to get him inside her, to empty him inside her belly
the way he was in her mouth.  Streams of piss ran from Morgan's mouth &
began to stain the bed.

   *******

   Terrence was swimming.  The lake near his village was so warm during the
summer.  Sometimes when in the deepest part of the lake he didn't bother
swimming to shore to relieve himself.  He relived that experience now.  As
he relaxed he could feel hands caressing him, soft feminine hands. 
Touching him all over where no woman ever had.  How did he get naked in the
lake?  How did his bed get here?  He wasn't swimming, he was still in bed
in the cabin.  And someone was in bed with him!

   ******

   Terrence looked down & realized he was wetting the bed & that he wasn't
alone.  A gorgeous older, and taller, woman was sucking on him as he
pissed. She looked up at him with his penis still in her mouth, piss
flowing down her chin.  What didn't overflow he could tell that she was
swallowing.  Why was her face covered with black paint?  Why did she smell
like copper?  He wondered to himself.

   Regardless Terrence didn't want to pee in front of this stranger,
beautiful as she may be.  With what will he could muster, he stopped his
relief.

   The woman looked down & back up at him sharply.  Terrence could tell she
was angry.  She freed her mouth & spoke:

   "I didn't tell you to stop boy!" she whispered harshly.  Terrence tried
to push her away, but then he realized his hands were bound to the bedpost.

   He struggled futility against his bonds.  While he couldn't escape it
did make the bed post hit the wall.  The noise greatly distressed the
intruder & she clamped a painted hand over his mouth.

   "Don't make a sound child." she said quietly, her face hovering over
his.

   Terrence couldn't help but glance down at her pendulous breasts, heavy &
free.  She pressed her hand down to get his attention, it smelled like
copper and....and the deer they had killed!  She wasn't covered in paint.
She was covered in blood.  Sticky dried blood.

   She took her right hand away from his mouth.  At that point Terrence
could see what she had in her other hand: a hatchet.  It was bloody too!

   "First don't make a sound" she looked down at him, dried blood all over
her tits.

   "Second, keep doing what you were doing." she held the ax to his face.

   ***** He immediately complied.  As much out of fear as obedience, Morgan
guessed.

   Warm piss sprayed her tits & belly.  Quickly, she repositioned herself
to get what she could.  Dropping her ax on the bed, she took his penis in
both her hands & directed the stream over her face.

   She moaned softly as warm piss flowed over her face.  He was watching
her & she liked that.  Then she put him back inside her, feeling the liquid
warmth in her mouth & throat as she swallowed.  Slowly as she sucked on his
virginity the flow became a trickle.  She spent a few minutes cleaning him
off.  He was still soft & that was beginning to bother her.

   When she looked up she could see he was trying to slip out of his
bindings.  In a blink she was on top of him, straddling him with her long
pale legs.  He looked up startled & she punched him in the mouth.

   Before he could cry out she covered his mouth with her left hand &
smacked him with her right.  Already blood was slipping out between her
finger where she'd shattered some teeth.

   Switching hands to mute him, she grabbed her hatchet.  He was taken
aback when she put the blade to his throat.

   "If you keep this up, I'll kill you like I killed your friend." she
spoke into his ear.

   His face looked distressed at that news but his struggles ceased. 
Morgan took her hand away & smacked him in the mouth for pleasure.  It sent
shivers down her insides.

   Bending down Morgan kissed him open mouthed & passionately.  He tried to
recoil but she gave him no choice in the matter.  Obviously, he doesn't
like the taste of his friends blood or his own piss Morgan thought as she
shoved her tongue down his throat.

   Morgan held his head in her hands & kept kissing him deeply despite his
silent protests.  She was certain he was having trouble breathing, her
breath & intruding tongue were even starting to make him retch.  At last
she stopped & let him catch his breath.

   She looked behind her & could see he still wasn't hard in the least.

   "What's a matter don't you like girls?" she asked bitterly, pulling his
head back by his hair.

   He didn't answer so she smacked him with her other hand.

   "Yes" he whispered at length.

   "Then what's the problem?" she hissed smacking him again but harder.

   "I'm sorry" he lamented.  Fearfully he looked down & to his right.

   Morgan followed his gaze to where his sheets were piled up.  Holding her
right hand to his throat she felt under the sheets.  There was a wet spot
there.

   Morgan smacked him.  She was backed up & needed relief.  He'd give it to
her one way or another.  She could have waited until he was ready again but
she was already too horny & impatient for that.

   While he looked on in confusion Morgan cut more strips of cloth from his
bedding.  She then tied it tightly over his mouth, checking to make sure it
would keep him silent.

   Once that was done she slipped her wet underside down his torso, sitting
on his smaller lap.  Her sex was beginning to run again.  The thought of
hurting him was getting to her.  She slipped her left hand down & began to
pleasure herself.  Making eye contact, she moaned softly & caressed her
blood stained breasts.  When she got excited enough she smacked him across
the cheek.  Holding out as long as she could she at last gave in & punched
him.  Her fist shattered his nose.

   He tried to cry out but the gag held fast.  Morgan punched him again in
the eye.  He was silently bawling, his eyes streaming tears even while
swelling shut.  She let go completely & began punching him rapidly.  Again
& again she struck him, on his already shattered nose, on both his eyes, on
his mouth cracking all his teeth.  Her hands were covered in blood.  He was
not even recognizable now, but he was still conscious.

   He tried looking away but Morgan forced him to make eye contact.  She
spit on him & wrapped her hands around his throat.  She squeezed, gently at
first, cutting off his air.  She could tell when he was about to pass out,
she let go just long enough for him to gasp for air.  Then she would begin
again.  She did that for several minutes then began punching him again. 
Morgan could tell he was dazed, so she held off after a time.  She wanted
him conscious for this.

   Making sure he could see her, Morgan picked up her hatchet.  He shook
his head feebly.  Morgan smiled & began to pleasure herself with her right
hand even as she pressed the blade to his throat with her left.  Tears
poured from his eyes, if he could speak he would be begging.  Slowly,
deliberately, she sawed into his neck.  She clawed at herself & moaned
audibly.  Soon it wouldn't matter who heard.  Blood sprayed from his still
living neck.  It splashed her tits & she leaned down to taste it.  By the
time she made it to his neck bone her face was covered in blood.  He was
dying, she kissed him as the light faded from his eyes.  Soon after she
sawed through the rest of his neck.  She held his severed head to her mouth
& kissed his cheek.

   Morgan was soaked with blood now, both wet & dry.  It dripped from her
tits & hair as she rose.  Also, she was a little sluggish from having a
bellyful of warm piss.  She placed her victim's head next to his bloodless
body & closed his still open eyes.  Grabbing her ax, she stood & opened the
door.

   ********

   Morgan was beyond elated, she felt like she could levitate.  Bloodlust
had put her in full heat.  No one else was home now, she could let go & no
one could stop her.

   Blood, both wet & dry, covered her.  It ran down her legs, dripped from
her face, splattered her breasts.  With a glazed look in her eyes, Morgan
opened the last door.

   *******

   It was much cooler in this room.  Being used to the heat, Morgan's skin
broke out in goosebumps.  Her last victim had opened the window.

   Strange, she thought as she leaned her ax against her shoulder, that
wasn't open before.

   That could only mean that he had gotten up & opened it after she'd
gotten inside.  While she had been deflowering the first, or torturing the
second, he had been awake & not even known she was there.  Morgan's sex ran
thinking about it.  The last living bit of her first victim & the still
warm blood of her second mixed with the salty streams of her own
excitement. Morgan gave her center the lightest touch.  The tremors washed
over her, she had to bite down on her ax handle to keep from screaming.

   Morgan's eyes fluttered open, she wasn't there yet, but she was close.
Her target was still sleeping under thin sheets.  Unaware of the slender
feminine shadow that watched by the window.

   Stepping lightly, Morgan placed her ax on the table next the bed. 
Almost affectionately, she looked down on him in the moonlight.  He looked
so peaceful, it gave her an idea.

   Gently she removed the sheet from on top of him.  He was clad only in
loose fitting breeches.  If she simply removed them, he might wake. 
Instead she picked up her blood stained hatchet & with her hand high on the
handle, she cautiously cut them off.  She worked slowly so that the sound
of tearing was minimized.

   Once done she sat her ax back down, within reach for her but not for
him. After she removed the last of his clothing, she began caressing him.
With her fingertips at first, but then with the sticky palms of her hands.
She ran over every inch of his form, her pulse racing.

   Gracefully stepping over him, she got into bed.  She laid down to his
right, her back to the wall.  She began caressing his chest & kissing his
neck.  Some of her blood splatter was getting on him.  Feeling adventurous
she purposefully began smearing it on him.  Because of her greater height
she could reach every part of him.  Smiling with lust she began fondling
him.

   Switching techniques she decided to wrap one leg around him & embrace
his sleeping form.  She pressed her soft breasts to him & kissed him on the
mouth.  She was careful not to disrupt his breathing.  Sighing, she laid
her head on his small chest & listened to his heartbeat.  She closed her
eyes for a time, & almost fell asleep herself.  Even without looking she
continued to fondle him.  He was beginning to harden under her slender
fingers.  Morgan opened her eyes to his growing length.  He wasn't fully
hard but she would change that.

   Bending down she placed him in her mouth.  After she'd peeled him back
she scraped him a little with her teeth.

   He was ready for her, she kissed him on the mouth & straddled him.  With
trembling hands she positioned his length & began to descend.

   *******

   Nolan could feel himself being embraced.  He remembered the girl he'd
spend the summer with.  Eliza, that was her name...He'd even gotten her to
hug him once.  Only once but he'd played that encounter over & over in his
mind.

   Her face had been so pretty, long blond hair falling over her shoulders,
her plump breasts pressed against his chest, her bare arms encircling him &
he didn't remember her smelling like copper?  Why was she sticky?

   Nolan felt too good to care.  He'd wanted to hug her more but she'd
turned him down.  She was not turning him down now.  She didn't even mind
that he got hard this time.

   "Eliza..." he whispered.

   "No." she said back in a silky older voice.

   She sounded different, but she felt so nice & warm.  Where was he?  Why
did he feel sticky?

   Nolan felt himself getting harder.  Then he felt immersed in soft solid
warm water.

   Eliza pressed her lips to his.  Her breath tasted bad, but it felt so
good to kiss her.  Her mouth was so soft against his.  He could feel her
hot breath like he had on that day, but it was inside him now, even if it
smelled different.

   Something pinched his hardness wherever it had gone, like when his skin
was peeled back too far.  He could feel something bleeding on him.  Or from
him?

   Nolan couldn't concentrate, Eliza was overwhelming all his senses.  She
was accepting him, taking him.  He could hold nothing back & didn't want
to.

   "I love you Eliza" he said softly.

   A great weight pressed down on him.

   "That's not my name boy" Eliza said back in the same silky voice, though
tinged with anger.  This time Eliza's mouth didn't even move when she
spoke.

   Something hit him hard & his ears started ringing.  Eliza was mad at
him. Why?  Was it like before?  Had he told her too much now too?  Had he
made her disgusted again?

   He could feel tears running down from his eyes.

   "I'm sorry Eliza.  Please don't hate me.  Please talk to me again" he
whimpered.

   "I told you that's not my name" Eliza said again.  Eliza smacked him. 
Much harder than she had on that day.  She hit him again & again.  Nolan
could hear her moaning.  He winced in pain from being pulled back too far &
his eyes opened.

   He didn't know where he was but he wasn't with Eliza.  An older & much
taller woman was on top of him.  She was completely naked & her pale skin &
limbs were covered in what could only be blood.  He was covered too.  Where
did it come from?  Was it his blood?

   Nolan's wrists ached, she was holding both them down with one hand. 
With her other hand she was fondling her ample shaking breasts.

   He winced again as she slammed her pelvis against him.  It felt really
good even though it hurt.  Looking down he could see he was hard & inside
her.  All of him.  There was no dispute what she was doing.  She had been
taking his virginity while he slept.

   The woman moaned at the top of her lungs, screamed really.  She pulled
up her wide hips & plunged herself down again, heedless of his pain or
pleasure.  With each grinding she cried out in ecstasy.  What she was doing
to him was really making her happy.

   He looked up at her.  She was staring at him, her eyes wide with
excitement & hunger.  It was unnerving but he couldn't look away.  She held
his gaze forever, her breathing heavy & loud, even as she pounded against
him.  Her face was spattered in blood, even her hair dripped with the
stuff. Some of it rained down on him with her movement.

   Nolan blinked & she smacked him.  It felt like lightening had flashed &
his ears began ringing again.

   "Ugh!" she screeched & she smacked him again more times than he could
count.  Why hasn't this woken up the others?

   She took each of his wrists in each of her hands.  They were being
squeezed so tightly he thought they might break.  With her hips grinding &
breasts shaking, she started inching her face closer to his.  She was still
staring at him with wide unblinking eyes.  Her breath was foul but Nolan
didn't dare turn away.  Part of him wanted to kiss her, to taste her, no
matter how scary she might be.

   As if sensing his latent consent, she kissed him.  Closed mouth at
first, but then she forced open his mouth with her tongue.  Nolan fought
down wrenching when he tasted her breath inside him.  He was afraid of her,
that she might hit him more, & that she would stop, that she would
disapprove.

   She kissed him again, very passionately, he tried to kiss her back.  He
really did.  Something about it felt...wrong.  But he didn't resist either.
Her grindings were growing faster, & when she kissed him again she bit down
on his lower lip.  That hurt incredibly but Nolan suppressed struggling. 
Even as he could taste his own blood.  He didn't want her to hit him again.
Some part of him wished he could stop being hard but he couldn't.  He shook
that thought away, if she didn't get what she wanted he knew she'd beat him
worse than she already had.  So, he closed his eyes & waited for it to be
over.

   Nolan wasn't the only one that could taste his blood.  With her tongue
exploring his mouth & the back of his throat she could easily tell when
she'd wounded him.  It clearly excited her & she pounded him harder,
pressing her whole body almost flat against him.

   Whoever, whatever, she was she was beautiful.  Tall, lithe, svelte, &
curvaceous, even the blood splatter couldn't hide her pale splendor.  Her
soft breasts crushed against him, her hot flesh warmed him.  However she
got here, she wanted him, needed him.  Her gaze was still locked on his
unflinchingly, even as she kissed him.

   "I can feel you getting close" she said before giving a high pitched
grunt.

   "Don't fight it"

   He didn't know what she talking about but he wasn't about to fight her.
All he could think about was how soft & warm she was, her pretty face
staring down at him, how wonderful in felt to be inside her, to merge with
her, her voice was so angelic, moaning in rapture.  She was all there was &
he was gone.

   He exploded in her womb, a huge hot spray, splattering her insides with
everything he was, then several -several- smaller spurts of liquified flesh
raining within her belly.

   She held her gaze as he let go.  She'd beaten him, gotten what she
wanted.

   ***

   Morgan cried out in victorious elation.  She screamed in pleasure in his
face.  Not caring who heard.  She stiffened & climaxed with him still
spraying her insides.  She went rigid, couldn't breath, & then collapsed on
top of him.  With her full weight on him he wouldn't be able to breath. 
She didn't care.

   She laid atop of him for several minutes as he struggled for air.

   ***

   She was heavy.  Even though she was slender she was still much bigger &
therefore heavier than him.  What ever had happened she wasn't moving.  If
he didn't feel so paralyzed he might have tried moving her.  It would have
been futile.  She was still gripping his wrists though they were slackened.

   He could feel her breathing, slowly & peacefully.  Was she asleep?

   After several minutes she looked up.  Making eye contact again, she
kissed him on the mouth.  Nolan didn't move, he just stared straight ahead.

   She let go of his wrists & separated herself.  He could feel some warm
liquid spilling out of her.  The woman put her slender hand over the
opening in between her legs.  Whatever was running out of her she didn't
want to lose it.

   Without her on top of him, he felt cold.  She didn't seem to be paying
attention to him.  Instead she took his bedding & folded it underneath
herself.  She held her butt in the air & pushed the bedding beneath her
curved hips.  At that she settle back down, though she kept her long legs
pointed up against the wall.  Her new elevation kept her from leaking.

   Nolan sat up slowly, a fresh stream of tears ran, not just from the sore
wrists or where she'd hit him but.....everywhere everything.  He looked
down at himself.  Blood was smeared all over him.  He peeled back his skin
on his sore penis, he could tell he was bleeding there, but not a lot.  Her
fluids were covering him, inside him.  She was inside him.  He shuddered &
sat up fully against the bed post.  He covered his eyes.  He didn't want
her to see him crying.

   What did it matter?  She'd already seen everything else.  He looked over
at her.  She was looking at him, her hand was playing around her slit. 
Otherwise she hadn't moved.

   "It wasn't supposed to be you." he whispered.

   She blinked.

   "What?" she mocked.  He hadn't meant for her to hear him.

   "Why couldn't you have been her?" he said, louder this time.

   "Who, the girl you were talking to?" the woman said, her hand was moving
faster.  The left one moving to her breasts.

   "Yes.." he said trying to control himself.  It wasn't working well,
tears kept flowing.

   "You wanted her to be your first?" her legs crossing & uncrossing
slowly.

   "Yes."

   "It wasn't supposed to be you" he said louder.  He felt filthy.

   Without getting up, & with considerable alacrity, she smacked him across
the face.  cracking some teeth.

   Nolan gave up holding back.  He had no privacy with this woman.  Eliza
wasn't here, she was.  This intruder was all he had.  He startled bawling.
Where was everybody?

   She shook her head in disgust.  Was she laughing at him?

   "She'll never want you now.  Seeing as how you sleep with strangers. 
You're damaged goods." she laughed at him.

   That's what Eliza had done, laughed at him.

   "She didn't want me before either...I'm disgusting" he cried, he really
was naked in front of her now.

   "You are disgusting" she mocked in agreement.

   "You shouldn't have woken me up.  You should have been her." , he felt
like he was covered in dirt & bugs.  It was too exhausting to even try
getting clean.

   "You really enjoyed yourself" she crooned, touching herself more
rapidly. "I have a whole bellyful of your lustful consent."

   She was right, he had enjoyed.  He'd let go with her.  If only he'd
fought.  He hadn't even thought of Eliza when he....finished.  Only of her.
He felt so guilty, how could he let her do those things?  He'd let everyone
down.  How could he ever face Eliza again?

   "How can I ever let them see me again?" he thought again aloud this
time.

   "I don't know" she said, humor & lust still in her voice.  "They'll know
too, just by looking at you."

   "They will?"

   "Yes, plus I'll tell them.  I'll tell them what we did." she said still
looking at him.

   "No!  Please don't!" he cried.

   "Please don't tell them.  My parents, or Terrence or Justin, or Eliza.
Please don't tell Eliza!  I know how she feels now, but I can't have her
know.  I don't want her to laugh at me..."

   "Your family will laugh at you but Justin & Terrence won't" she said
breathlessly, whatever she was doing had her excited again.

   A cool breeze blew through the open window.

   "What?" Nolan said between sobs

   "They're dead." she said after a suppressed moan.

   "No.."

   "Yes..." she imitated his tone

   Her manual movements were becoming more frantic.  She grunted with
excitement, like talking about it excited her.

   "Where do you think all that blood is from?" she said exacerbated,
spreading her legs wide , feet pointed straight.

   Nolan projectile vomited all over the bed, the woman's face & tits,
chunks of it splattered her hair.  She didn't seem to notice or care.  In
fact she clawed at herself violently, her voice reaching a feverish wail.

   He felt empty, worthless, helpless.

   Wiping his mouth with his arm, "Did they...?" he couldn't finish the
sentence.

   "Them?  No, they actually fought back" she said between barely
controlled breaths.

   "Are you going to kill me?"

   "Why should I?  You gave me what I want."

   "I can't...can't"

   "Can't what?  Live anymore?  You'll have to, & everyone is going to know
what you've done."

   She turned over on her stomach, & crawled towards him like a hungry
animal.

   "Please don't make me...go back there & face them."

   She smacked him on the mouth.  Hitting him excited her so she did it
again across his nose.  Then she punched him in the stomach.  He was
bawling like a newborn, which turned her on even more so she punched him
there again a dozen more times.  He vomited again, without even trying to
aim away from her.  If bile was all he had then bile was all he would give.

   She closed her eyes & smiled as it splattered over her.  She could smell
blood in it.  She grabbed both sides of his face & forcibly kissed him,
making him taste his own bile & blood.  Holding him she jammed her tongue
down his throat.  He didn't bother struggling.  She was too strong.

   She let go & started smacking him again with both hands, again & again
she lost count.

   Both his ears were bleeding & many of his teeth were broken out.

   "PLEASE!" he cried, having no dignity left.

   "Please stop hitting me!"

   She let up & he collapsed against her.  his feeble arms over her slender
shoulders.

   "Please just let me go!"

   "Just let me die..."

   He held onto her, cold comfort.  She embraced his frail broken form &
let him sob against her bosom.

   "Alright" she whispered.  Her voice as comforting as a mother laying a
newborn to sleep.

   "I'll let you go" she held him tightly.

   She kissed him on the cheek & laid him down.

   "Please don't tell anyone." he whimpered softly.

   "I won't" she reassured.

   "Thank you." he said looking up into her eyes.

   "You're welcome" she said, her face just above his, eyes locked.

   Slowly she kissed him.  He found himself kissing her back.

   She sighed & pulled the sheets over & up to his chest.

   "I love you Eliza"

   "She can't hear you" she whispered

   His only reply was to exhale.

   ***

   She dragged her salty blood spattered hand across his young face. 
Slowly Morgan reached for her ax, never breaking eye contact.  With gentle
precision she sliced open his throat.  He sputtered & blinked but kept
looking up at her.

   "Shh shh...just go to sleep" she whispered.

   He coughed up blood, splattering her face.  She didn't blink or look
away.  Blood dripped from her.

   "Let go.  I'll catch you" she said with gentle confidence.

   He held her gaze.  Then closed his eyes.

   Morgan watched him die & kissed his lifeless mouth.  She cuddled with
him a while longer, touching herself while the warmth left him.  Feeling
him die sent her over the edge, & for untold hours she spent the night
massaging her naked flesh.

   When he was at last completely cold, she rolled away pushing him out of
the bed.  Already forgotten she ran back over the nights activities in her
mind, climaxing to each again.

   Finally, she sat up, sperm running down her thighs.

   Rubbing her stomach she sighed again,

   "Soon..." she whispered

   Standing up slowly she stretched, semen mixed with blood ran down her
legs, & dried blood flaked off her skin.  Feeling another urge, she got
down on all fours & crawled over to where she'd pushed her last victim to
the floor.  She crouched over him like an animal & sprayed him with her
piss.  Morgan didn't realize how badly she needed to go, as she marked him,
she felt so much lighter.  At last she was relieved & she stood back up.

   Retrieving her ax she walked out of the room.  Looking over her shoulder
as she left.  She heard a soft thud.  Gracefully she checked in on her
second victim.

   "As if he had a bad dream" she mused aloud.

   She opened his door.  What had been his name?  His head had fallen from
the edge of the bed.  Morgan put her hatchet on the table & picked up his
head off the floorboards.  She looked down at his face, blood dripping from
hers.  He seemed almost peaceful.  She kissed him on the mouth & placed him
back beside the rest of the corpse.

   She hefted her blood stained ax & went past the open door of the empty
dust filled room.  She felt so dazed from the nights events, once she was
home she'd re-imagine them for months to come.

   At last she entered the first room.  No flies were here yet.  She hadn't
realized how much blood spray there had been, it was everywhere.  Morgan
was impressed.  It made her insides water.  She closed her eyes & swooned a
little, the floor creaking under her swayed balance.  Morgan stopped &
listened.  The house was still now.  The was a light breeze & the house
settled.

   Looking out the window she gazed out at the still twinkling stars.  Dawn
would come soon.  With lithe grace she crawled out the window that she had
entered.

   The crickets were still chirping & there was a damp moisture on the
grass of the meadow.  It tickled her bare feet & Morgan had stop to giggle
occasionally.  Her soft laughter could be heard even in the abandoned
cabin.

   Striding to the treeline, Morgan approached her discarded dress. 
Tossing her ax into a nearby tree she let her hair down.  It was sticky &
clumped together with dried blood.  She scratched her scalp & yawned. 
Retrieving her ax & dress (which was wet with eventing dew) she walked into
the forest, disappearing beyond anyone's view.