Blood and Sex

Chapter 6 - Assault and battery

The cut wasn’t deep, just enough to scratch the surface and draw blood. More pain than injury. She yanked on her hands, thrashing her body side to side. Trying to dislodge his weight, to cause him to become unbalanced.

Leaning against her with his body, he pressed her smaller body against the warm softness of the sleeping bag, glaring down at her. His hand was once again clamped tightly around her throat, controlling her.

He drew the knife down, slicing through her jeans and pants in one skilled move. Thinking she was securely tied still. He stood up, tugging on the jeans and yanking them off in one solid move.

Her thrashings become more and more, her plan had worked

He had taken his eyes off hers for just a second. As her feet became clear of the restricting jeans, she flung both her feet up, connecting hard with his solid, naked chest. He fell against the wall, cracking his own head against the window sill. He slumped to the ground, temporarily knocked out.

The tears were gushing now. She was crying and breathing in hysterical gasps.

Being blessed with thin wrists and small hands, she was able to wiggle free of the restraints. She grabbed the rag around her mouth as she sprinted the few steps toward the door, yanking it down around her neck.

She flung the door open and stepped outside, leaping off the porch and running head on toward her salvation. The black El Camino still parked out front.

The doors were locked.

“FUCK.” Looking around she couldn’t find anything to break the window with.

Without hesitation, she slammed her elbow repeatedly into the driver’s side window. It shattered, slicing her skin in the process.

As the blood dripped down her arm, she reached in and unlocked the door, closing it barely after she had climbed inside.

The keys were luckily and oddly still in the ignition. She turned the engine over. It cranked, groaning, but wouldn’t catch.

“Come on!” She slammed her hands down on the steering wheel, turning the key again. This time it caught. She couldn’t believe her sudden misfortune with vehicles.

It was a standard but she was familiar. She shoved it into gear and floored the gas pedal, forgetting to keep the clutch depressed. The car shuddered and died.

“SHIT SHIT SHIT.” Flash of movement caused her to glance in the passenger side mirror.

Otis was on the porch. She got the car started in the first try, but couldn’t get it into gear.

The gears angrily ground together in a horrible, metal against metal, hair raising sound.

Hands grabbed her from outside, wrapping around her long blonde hair. She screamed, reaching behind her and wrapping her own hands against his.

With great strength, he yanked her through the window. Her body hit the ground and was dragged forward, all by her hair.

He violently pulled her up the few steps and back into the cabin, her kicking and screaming.

With one hard pull, he tossed her against the table, causing it to move several inches, knocking the chair over in the process. He wrapped his arms around her waist, picking her easily up. She continued to kick against him, her heel landing solid strikes against his upper thighs, but having now effect.

He threw her back onto the cot. And jumped on top of her.

"Don’t you ever try to fucking escape again." He hissed at her through clenched teeth.

The knife having reappeared in his hands, its blade pressed against her throat, causing its sharp edge to penetrate her skin.

He pressed his body closer into hers, nearly laying his full weight on top of her, looking down at her naked form. He brushed his lips across hers, barely touching them. She surprisingly tried to get him closer, nearly responding back.

What am I doing? The thought flashed through her mind.

She could feel him become increasingly hard beneath his pants, as he ground his hips into hers.

"No, you don’t." He moved his free hand up her waist, trailing across her stomach, feeling the soft skin. “You aren’t supposed to like this.”

He threw the knife down, opting more for the threat of his own hands, as he clamped them down on her throat. She stiffened as his fingers pressed in on her throat more, causing an uncomfortable feeling of suffocation. He brushed his lips down her neck, dragging his tongue downward from her jaw line to her collar bone. Cupping one breast with his hand, he bit down, hard causing her to cry out against the gag still in her mouth. He could feel her nipple harden with her arousal. She stiffened, her breathing became faster, as she started to tremble.

Otis felt her shift slightly under his weight, her trembling increasing and he smiled.

She’s frightened. The thought thrilled him even more. He moved his mouth back upwards and clamped down on her own, sucking, pulling her lower lip in between his teeth. Biting down hard enough, that his teeth broke through the skin, drawing blood.

Then an excruciating pain flared through his groin. He gasped, looking at her with a look of surprise.

She arched her back, throwing her hips upward violently, then shifting to the right, causing him to flop over the edge of the cot and off of her. He rolled over on his side, knees brought up in a fetal position, groaning, his hands clasped to his groin. Injured once more.

She was free. She leaped off the bed, knocking him in the head, purely by accident this time, with a knee as she went over his now kneeling form on the ground.

He grabbed a trailing ankle, causing her to slam face down in an awkward and hard belly flop. Her chin hit the hard wood floors her teeth biting through her tongue. A gush of blood filled her mouth.

She flipped over onto her back, hardly phased by the hard fall this time, spitting a mouth full of blood into his face.

He tried to scramble on top of her, but she rolled over and managed to get to her feet at just about the same time as him. They stood there facing each other, her naked form, shivering from fear and adrenaline. His own body, trembling from anger and rage, his unbuttoned pants barely hanging onto his slender hips.

She suddenly pounced him hard, knocking him flat. He was confused by her sudden change, once second she’s frantic to escape, the next she’s a willing opponent.

A stronger rage roared through Otis. She noticed the sudden, horrible anger flooding his face and body. She tried to turn to reach the door and outside, freedom. He was too quick, he dropped to his knees swinging a leg out toward her legs, knocking her feet out from under her. She fell hard, striking her head against the corner of the table. Otis crawled toward his semi conscious victim. She moaned and rolled over, wanting to get to the door more so now then ever but, her head was spinning too much.

With a quick twist of his hand, he flipped her over on her back and leaped, pinning her down again.

"Not this time." He growled.

Reaching up, he grabbed both of her wrists with one, strong hand, holding them above her head. She started to struggle to get free but her eyes never left his.

With his free hand, he pushed his already unbuttoned pants down past his hips and forcibly entered her, as she continued to struggle, thrusting himself deep inside her in one quick motion. The tension over took him. He thrust again and again, climaxing quickly and hard. She cried out, but not sure with fear or pleasure, and she had stopped struggling.

Otis collapsed on top of her. Both where still trembling and breathing heavily. Hearts nearly pounding together as one.

Catching him off guard, the first for a female victim, she leaned up and gently, delicately kissed him, softly on the lips.