Flesh and Blood

And now for some nastyness. This is where most of the torture and non-consensual sex plays in. *shudder*

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A fire had been made in the clearing where Three Finger finally took down the whore. As he approached the burning bundle of sticks, he considered how curious it was that he should not be afraid of the flames. Fire had killed his remaining pack mates and could have killed him. The only reason he had survived was in his ability to be quick and small, to creep away like a rat and escape through the hole in the back door. Staring mesmerized into the flames and putting a hand to his neck and face, he felt the reddened skin there, still hot and tender from the burns he had sustained during the escape. He was lucky he did not lose his vision, which could be stolen even by mere heat.
He remembered that One Eye had experienced such an injury, hence his name. It happened when he was very young, hardly at an age where he had cut all of his teeth. Three Finger had tried to heal him as best as possible from the wound of the hot iron which his brother had been playing with, but One Eye remained half blind from that moment on. Fire was helpful indeed; it brought warmth and light and cooked food when necessary. But the flame was also very dangerous and could hurt them.
Such information had become very helpful, not only in taking measures of caution, but in discovering ways to enjoy the company of their prey.
The scrawny man had left a tool from his car idle on the flames for several hours, and when he came near the bonfire he released his near constant giggle upon finding the Lesser whore awaking. She looked up at him and screamed through her gag, but no one was coming to help her now. So excited was Three Finger that he almost forgot to pick up the tool with a bit of leather; otherwise he would have burnt himself. But even with a burnt palm he could still make her shriek as much as he wanted. Slobbering with lust and hunger, he slowly circled the bonfire, getting closer to the writhing female.
Though her hands were bound, the whore still gave a fight. Her tied wrists attempted to hit him away, but Three Finger easily knocked her arms aside and tore at her clothes. The shy-lacking garments which clung to her as though wet came away and as she thrashed, her soft bits bounced and bobbed. Three Finger wanted badly to play with them, and as he pinned the whore down, his drool covered mouth closed over one fleshy cushion. He tasted the sweet perspiration and let his tongue explore the hardening teat, giving muffled snickers as he progressed. Biting down made her scream past the rag in her mouth and he started to go wet in response. Eager for more, he bit harder until the flesh came away from his lips. She was crying now and bleeding again, and Three Finger amusedly chewed on his new treat, enjoying the texture and swallowing it.
When he shifted in his position, she managed to kick him away and the skinny man fell backwards, the tool falling from his hand. The Lesser whore scrambled for the hot iron object, but her hands never reached it. Grabbing her by the ankle, Three Finger dragged her backwards and violently yanked the shoes from her bruised feet. He taught her a lesson first, beating her with the heels of the fancy things and leaving marks, tiny but deep. Her gag had come loose, and she screamed for help, weeping forcefully. Breath now labored, Three Finger grabbed the still hot tool and ripped the rest of the whore’s clothes off, pinning her to the leaf covered floor a second time.
He straddled her cushioned chest and hovered over her legs. He could smell her gash before he even saw it, and placed his tongue over the area. The whore was pleading with him now, but he only listened because it made his piss stick hard. Both bodies trembling – one in horror, the other in pleasure – Three Finger spread the legs wide and readied his iron instrument.
Her scream flittered in strength at the sensation of scorched flesh. Both holes and the inner thighs were bright red and blistered by the time the predator was done playing with his mouse. The whore had fainted at this point, and Three Finger’s overalls were now damp and sticky with pup seed. Reaching into his clothes, he removed the mangled hand of his namesake and slathered the seed over the battered, unmoving face, a final farewell to her before he made her disappear, his serrated long blade ending her for good.
Giving a sharp cry of victory, Three Finger proceeded to prepare the meat, his stomach growling. He took the same knife he had used to kill her and made a clean line from her collarbone to the groin, opening her like a gutted fish. He decided to be organized and placed organs in separate piles, additionally carving meat from bone whenever he saw it.
Poking about the corpse, he saw something peculiar: an organ he only saw in the Lesser half. Gingerly touching the slick tissue, he cut it loose and made a tiny slit through the surface, wondering what was inside it to make it shaped so.
Pealing the cover back, he cocked his head at the sight of a tiny creature staring lifelessly at him. It had a head bigger than most of its body and limbs which could hardly be useful for anything. Black eyes took up much of its sallow head.
Of course! It had to be a pup! The whore had been carrying her own little one!
Pups tasted good, and the family had indulged themselves with them before, but never one that looked like this. It looked nothing like a pup. How could this whore from beyond the mountain carry something that looked more like something from Three Finger’s family?
Incredibly puzzled, he took the creature, barely as big as his palm, and brought it, along with its slippery hiding place, back to the car. He removed a mason jar from the front passenger’s seat and dropped the two masses within, sealing the container shut. None of it made sense yet, but he put the creature in the vehicle for safe keeping. Perhaps this little one was a sign that his new life as a mother was definite, and it comforted him in a way. He knew his duty now was to keep the family alive and he would not let anything happen to what now grew inside of him.
His lips spreading into a toothy grin, he returned to his camp, ready to begin work on the male.