One Good Woman

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Jesse’s heart was racing. Her legs burned as she ran like mad through the trees. Foliage slapped at her bare legs as she tried to make distance between herself and her pursuer.
Stopping briefly at a small stream she splashed the sweat from her face as she tried to consider her next move.
A twig snapped.
Jesse didn’t bother to turn and look, she just ran across the stream and into the woods on the other side.
She chanced a glance behind her.
Nothing.
But she wasn’t going to be fooled by that. She kept moving. Not running now, but walking as fast as her legs could manage. Eyes darting everywhere.
But exhaustion was making this effort seem too big to manage. She had to stop and rest.
She leaned against a tree and tried to figure out where she needed to go.
A large hand clamped against her mouth, cutting off her squeal of surprise, and pulled her tightly into a large hot body.
Jason.
Slowly he ran the blade of his machete up the girls shivering legs. The steel was cold on Jesse’s hot skin.
Up one leg.
Down the other.
Finally, the blade tapped on her shoes.
She kicked them off.
The blade went back into lazy motion.
Up…..up….up.
It tapped on her tank top.
He let go of her mouth as she tugged the top off…..and tried to pull away from Jason.
His large hand clamped on the back of her neck and pulled her back against his body. Without much effort, he could snap it.
The hot swell of his cock pressed hard into her lower back.
After several tense moments…..the blade came back.
This time it did not hesitate. It tapped a little hard on Jesse’s butt cheek.
The shorts came off.
Jesse could hear the shuffle of clothes behind her.
Then she felt his flesh.
And her tank top was pulled back over her face so she couldn’t see. Her heart pounded in anticipation as Jason pulled her to the ground.
She heard the hockey mask come off. To fight the urge to peek, Jesse squeezed her eyes shut. All she knew of his face was by feel. And since none if it really felt human, she couldn’t imagine what else Jason could possibly be preserving her from.
But this was still his thing. He wasn’t ready for her to see still.
And that tongue.
She squirmed as its hot wetness flicked down her leg and wiggled between her folds.
Hr legs spread as the prehensile tongue twisted and thrashed deep into her pussy.
No human male was capable of this. Jesse’s hips bucked in climax as the serpentine tongue pumped and writhed.
Reaching carefully (she’d cut a finger on one sharp tooth already) Jesse caressed Jason’s face.
He picked her up. Still unable to see, she wrapped her arms and legs around him.
Tree bark pressed roughly against her back and Jason’s strong fingers pressed into her ass.
Slowly, he pressed his cock into her wetness. Leaning into the tree, Jason had the girl pinned between his cock and the tree.
Not that she was trying to escape anymore.
She was his victim. His.
His thrusting body claimed her, marked her, and owned her.
And he was a slave to her ecstasy.
When they had finished, Jason, mask securely in place, watched as she struggled back into her clothes. He’d snuck into the camp to grab her travel pack three nights ago. He was still having a hard time resisting the urge to tear off everything when he took her, but it wouldn’t do to have his prize get too chilly at night.
He’d taken to stealing food too. Something he still remembered how to do, despite not needing it himself anymore.
After she dressed, he picked her up and carried her back to his home. She didn’t walk very well after they’d played. Jason liked having her in his arms anyway.

Jesse felt very safe when Jason was close to her. Being carried a mile or more was pretty amazing, despite being a reminder that she was lover to something that was not human. She ran her finger along one of the sharp spines protruding from his wrists absent-mindedly.
She didn’t spend too much time thinking anymore. Life with Jason was simple as long as one did not dwell too long on it. Frightening thoughts used to try to creep in during times Jason was away watching the camp. But Jesse would just squeeze them out. Blocking them.
The last frightening thought she’d had….like a desperate cry from a life that didn’t exist anymore, were the words “Stockholm Syndrome”. She’d pressed those words away, not really remembering what they meant, just that they made her heart pound when Jason wasn’t around. And she knew that path lead to fear.
It did not make sense to fear your lover. Such thoughts were easily rejected now.
Like the scent of rotting corpses in the spare room of the cabin. Dismissible.

It was dark by the time they reached “home”. Jesse curled up sleepily in the growing mass of sheets and blankets Jason kept bringing back. Her hand lingered against Jason’s hockey mask as he leaned over her. Her tired smile promising more pleasure in the morning.

Jason rose as she closed her eyes. It was time to go to the camp. He’d been more secretive around there lately as the local police had been maintaining a muted presence. And since he’d taken his girl-prize, the other counselors seemed to be towing the line properly for once. But he could see the strain it took for those bad boys and girls to try to be good. It wouldn’t be long.
He would spill guilty blood again.

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Author’s Note: Just so no one has to be confused. Here is the definition for Stockholm Syndrome. http://education.yahoo.com/reference/dictionary/entry?id=s0768300