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) ------ 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.