One Good Woman

Disclaimer: Still don't own anything

Author's Note: Miss me? Been horribly busy. Enough about me.....here's the next chapter.

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*You just fucked a dead guy*
Worse.
*You just fucked a homicidal dead guy*

Jesse felt amazing.....and scared.
Amazingly scared.
She bit the inside of her lip to hold back the nervous laugh that was threatening to overtake her. That was better. Now she was just terrified. She glanced at the masked face abover her.
Just as his eyes flicked open.

Jason stared down at the wide eyes staring up at him. The girl was terrified. This did not bother him. She should be scared. She'd just been bad. Very bad. He could kill her now. And after having to wait so long, Jason wanted it messy. Where was his machete?
Oh yes. He'd left it outside at the edge of the lake.

Jesse tried not to shiver as Jason rose, taking all the body heat with him as he slowly walked out the door. She tried to ignore the ache from below. It had been a long time, and it looked like she'd bled a little. Sore was an understatement. Trying to re-master the use of her stretched limbs, she wriggled painfully back into her shorts. The rest of her clothing wasn't going to be much help anymore.
What was she supposed to do now? She'd just had mostly-kinda consentual sex with the legend of Crystal Lake! She began to pace the floor of the abandoned cabin.

Outside, Jason was pacing too. He was confused again. Everything attached to this girl seemed to just make him more confused. Because upon reaching his machete, the fact that the girl had been bad was matched by another fact.....he'd been bad too. Hadn't he? He swung the machete back and forth through the high grass as he tried to think. It was hard to think of what he'd just done as "bad" because it had made him feel incredibly good.
Could something that felt that good really be bad? His mother had certainly thought so. He cringed inside, expecting to hear her voice chastizing him any moment. He should kill the girl.
Kill the girl before mother got angry.
He started back toward the cabin, but then only resumed pacing.
Surely if what he'd done just now with the girl was really bad, it would have been bad enough to wake Mother. She would have had something to say about it before he'd even touched the girl. She'd have said something to protect him and guide him. Something to keep him from being bad.
But she'd said nothing. And it was done. Proof of it was him walking around naked by the lake with his and the girl's juices mixed and drying on his cock.
His hand tightened on the machete. He never walked naked anywhere! Here he'd been so distracted, he was being bad AGAIN! And Mother still wasn't saying anything.
He glanced down at his nakedness, feeling a thrill as he recalled the amazement in the girl's eyes when she'd seen all of him. She hadn't seen anything bad about his naked flesh.
His eyes narrowed on the small smear of blood on his member. That wasn't his. He'd hurt her a little bit. Probably explained why he hadn't seen her trying to make a run for it yet. He almost hoped she'd try it. But not until he'd figured out what he was going to do with her when he'd caught her.

Jesse peered out the cracks between the boarded up windows. She'd found Jason. Dread filled her. From the looks of it, he had a LOT on his mind. She could only guess how much of it involved killing her. On second thought....she didn't want to guess.
The temptation to burst out the cabin door was very strong, but she was trying to rein in the terror because she had no place to run to. Crystal Lake sprawled unevenly, and she couldn't see any part of the camp from this part of it. So really she had no idea where she was in the first place.
What was she going to do? A cold reasoning was forming in her mind. She wasn't going to do shit until Jason's plan was clear. He hadn't killed her right away. He could have, but he didn't. And every moment that went by was another moment he hadn't come in the door to kill her. She didn't want to force his hand by going off half-cocked.
Jesse sat on the floor. Then got up again. This was no good either. If he did decide to kill her, it would be way too easy inside the cabin.
Less comfortable thoughts were pushed away as the needs for survival took precedence. Now was not the time to fall to pieces because she'd had sex with Jason. She swallowed back the tears threatening to come. Such tears might kill her.
Mechanically she moved to the cabin door and pushed it open. Her legs trembled as warming sunlight touched them.
She wanted to run!
Jason was watching her.
Forcing herself not to look at him, Jesse turned her back to the lake and sat down just outside the cabin door. She was fighting panic, and suppressing every thought that came to mind....Jason....Tommy.....every thought that might distract her from surviving the next twenty minutes.

When it became clear to Jason that the girl wasn't trying to go anywhere, he resumed pacing, keeping her in sight the whole time. She was being bad again. He could see her breasts. But then.....he was still completely naked. She'd at least pulled her shorts on. And hadn't he been the one who'd destroyed her shirt? His machete felt heavy. Again, she was bad....but HE was worse.
And still Mother was silent. Jason wasn't really capable of the idea that her voice might be gone for good. So in his mind, he could only imagine that she somehow thought this was NOT bad......but how? How was this less bad than what he'd killed others for?
Then it came to him. Mother had always said he was special. He was her special boy. Maybe this was what she meant by special. He could do bad things and it wasn't bad. Why hadn't he thought of that before? Bubbling slowly through the muck of his mind, Jason remembered a book Mother used to read. It was a rule book about ten bad things, and one of those bad things was killing people.
Mother had killed people, and he had killed people, but it had all been good. The rules Mother had told him about didn't apply to them or else she never would have killed, would she? Of course not.
And she'd never been angry about him killing, she was pleased. So the book of rules did not apply to him.
He wasn't bad or Mother would have said so.
The girl was bad though.
He glanced over at her as his thumb twitched along his machete handle.
She had nice breasts.
He'd touched those breasts.
Dead breasts weren't the same.

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Within Jason, the Inhabitor watched with growing amusement and pleasure. He'd stepped back. Curious to see what Jason would do on his own. Besides, it wasn't good to interfere too much with Jason. The big hulk wasn't domesticated at all. And no telling how he'd react to find something that was not his dear Mother influencing his decisions. And if Jason ever figured it out, he might just stay "dead" out of childish spite. Couldn't have that.
As it was, the Inhabitor was pleased with how things were proceeding. As long as the girl didn't fuck things up.

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Jason wasn't really pacing anymore. He was staring at the way sunlight and shadow from the trees moved across the girl's breasts. He wanted to touch them again.
She would let him touch her again.
Or she would die.

Jesse saw Jason approach from the corner of her eye, and she let the small rocks she'd been fiddling with slip from her hand. He still had the machete. She stood up.
Had she really entertained the idea she could outrun him? Her veins were full of ice water and terror thrashed in her mind like a rabbit in a snare. She was doing good just managing to stand up.
Then, he reached for her.
She flinched.
Jason raised the machete over his head.
He was going to kill her.

The subconcious mind is a wonderful thing. It has the ability to leap from point A to Z without stopping at any letters in between, unlike the conscious mind. And real fear.....genuine primal life-or-death fear, is a by-product of the subconscious mind. Real fear enables the subconscious to take over the conscious in moments of danger. People end up doing things they don't understand, unthinkable things, but later recognized as the act that saved their lives.

It was this moment that Jesse did the unthinkable. She walked into Jason, wrapped her arms around his waist, and lay her head against his chest.
She thought her mind was going to explode....what on earth was she doing? She couldn't answer herself, but as she wasn't dead yet, she wasn't going to move.
Now was not the time to wonder why.

Jason was a bit befuddled. The blade in his hand was poised, ready to strike. He had been ready to strike. Ready to kill her for denying him.
For a moment, he thought she would begin to beg. Something he detested. But she didn't.
And he was getting his wish. Her sun-warmed breasts were pressed against his flesh.
Had he been mistaken?
His dick was getting hard again. But she wasn't pulling away. Experimentally his hand brushed against the smooth silky skin of her butt.

Jesse breathed deeply. Her fear was fading again. Being this close to Jason was somehow safer than being a few feet away. And despite her soreness, she was feeling horny again.
Would he mind?
Slowly she bent and breathed against Jason's cock. As it surged to life, Jesse was dimly aware that the machete had been dropped. Feeling a little more sure her neck wasn't about to be snapped (and yet feeling excitement at the possibility) she started kissing and sucking on Jason's dick.

Elated did not begin to describe the sensation flooding through Jason. He wanted to cup her head in his hands, but decided against it as he'd crushed skulls in the past. Instead, he ran his fingers through her hair. Stroking.
Stroking.
Until finally he pulled her head away and pushed her to the ground.
This time he did rip her shorts clean off. The sound of the fabric tearing seemed to excite both of them on a deeply primal level.
Jesse, on her hands and knees, pressed her hot sex against Jason's cock as he gripped her hips and plunged deep.
She screamed.

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The Inhabitor was working quickly. Jason couldn't be expected to be able to tell the difference between a sound of pain and pleasure...yet. Of course, the girl had mostly been feeling pleasure, but as Jason wasn't going to be stopping anythime soon, some damage prevention was in order. The Inhabitor could not create life. There was no way to make Jason's seed fertile, so the fluid was mostly useless. But with a few chemical changes, Jason wouldn't just be contributing a thin layer of lubricant anymore. When the Inhabitor was done, Jason was primed with soothing balm that would quickly heal vaginal tears caused by his own animalistic thrusting. Finally, the Inhabitor felt secure enough to relax and ride on the pleasures of his machinations.

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Jesse's movements relaxed as Jason's pounding hurt less and less. She thought at first her nerves were just deadening, but inexplicably she found herself thrusting back onto Jason's cock. She wanted more! More!

Jason reminded himself to loosen his grip on her hips before he pulverized them. Never had anything ever felt this good. The air around them was thick with Jason's vibrations and Jesse's cries.
Finally Jesse's arms gave out and she sprawled on the ground. Jason followed her down as they kept on rutting hard.

When Jason came, the sun had just reached high noon.
But Jesse was seeing stars.