One Good Woman

Disclaimer: Don’t own anything. Still. And Kane Hodder DON’T glare at me!

Author’s Warning: Character death followed closely by a very twisted brand of Sadist Masturbation.

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Jesse sighed with relief as the busy sounds of Camp faded away behind them. Tommy walked with her dutifully as always. It was a blessing really that he’d latched onto her this way. It enabled them to walk off into the woods without anyone thinking anything of it. Just Tommy and Jesse off for another walk….it hadn’t occurred to anyone that they might not return of course.
They had to avoid the dirt road. Walking along that could arouse suspicion. But Jesse kept the road in sight, just to be sure she knew where she was going.
What was that sound?
Jesse froze as she heard twigs snapping in the brush off to her left.
She turned quickly.
There was a guy standing there picking his dirty teeth with a toothpick. He was pretty scruffy.
“Hiyuh.” He said with a grin. “Bit jumpy ain’tcha?”
“A bit.” Jesse answered warily.
“You from that cursed camp?” He asked.
“Well…I guess.” Jesse smiled uneasily. “We’re heading for town.”
The man looked thoughtful for a moment…. “No….I don’t reckon you are.”
As Jesse turned to leave with Tommy she was startled to find that two other rough-looking guys had appeared behind her.
This was bad. Especially the way they were looking at her. Too late she was remembering the loud music and sound of drunken revels far into the night during her watches.
She had not thought this was going to be a problem.
Someone was poking her butt. She slapped the offending hand away.
“Don’t touch me!”
The three men just laughed at her.
“We don’t see pretty girls out here much.” One said.
“Especially fine hoity-toities from the big city like you.” Said another.
Jesse looked the three over. The one behind her doing the shirtless look (and shouldn’t) while wearing overalls was standing way too close. He licked his cracked lips at her and winked.
“What’s with the little football player here?” Said the first man.
He was poking Tommy’s helmeted head.
“Don’t do that you son of a bitching prick!” Jesse flew at the man and pushed him hard in the chest.
Shocked, the man fell hard on his ass.
Jesse didn’t give a shit. She felt Tommy’s arms wrap around her waist and she put her arm around his shoulder protectively.
“Lay the fuck off and leave both of us alone!” Jesse yelled, just as burning pain ripped through her scalp as she was jerked backward off her own feet by her own hair.
A foot was driven into her stomach.
She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t move. And she really couldn’t hear. She saw the men’s lips moving and they turned to their third friend, the one she’d pushed.
Instinctively she rolled painfully to look over at him.
He was enraged as he got up. The world seemed to move in slow motion for Jesse as he began to move towards her. The look on his face promised that many bad things were about to happen.
Then, somehow, everything got worse.
Jesse tried to scream, but there was no air in her lungs for it.
Tommy was still standing between her and the furious man. He looked confused, but he’d focused on Jesse being on the ground and had moved to try to help her up, oblivious to the three men almost entirely.
The other two men were holding her down. But Jesse wasn’t focused on them. Her entire being was on the scene before her as the raging asshole grabbed Tommy by the scruff of the neck and flung him carelessly sideways.
All Jesse could do was watch as Tommy struck a tree headfirst with a loud CRACK, the first and most horrible sound Jesse could hear since getting stomped on.
The boy fell bonelessly to the forest floor.
And didn’t move.
Jesse screamed.

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Jason had been watching the girl. But then, he always watched her. He knew she was in the habit of taking the damaged child for walks in his woods, and he always watched to make sure she did the job properly.
Today was different though. Jason noticed the counselor had more stuff with her for this walk than for others.
Jason followed.
But quickly noticed something else was different about today’s walk as well. Usually Jason could pace the girl closely enough to smell her shampoo without her even being aware of it.
Today certainly wasn’t like that. She was as tense and alert as a deer as she and the child walked along. Interesting.
Since Jason could not follow as closely as he usually did, he was unable to prevent the bad boys from bothering the good counselor girl.
But as soon as he was close enough to see the guy grab her ass, Jason made no effort to conceal himself, not that it mattered as none of them were paying the least attention to him anyway.
As Jesse pushed the bad boy away from the child, Jason had drawn his machete.
Deadly purpose filled him as he circled around to focus his intent on the two men beating the girl.
The other man was marked in Jason’s mind for special attention as he injured the child.
As the girl screamed, Jason struck.
His machete impaled the chest of one man hovering over the girl as he wrapped his arm around the other man’s head and cleanly broke his neck.
They dropped around Jesse like the used up trash they were.
The third man ran.
Jason always found a chase satisfying.
He pursued the man into the underbrush.

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Jesse was only vaguely aware that Jason had shown up. As soon as the men were no longer holding her (which happened to be the moment they both died), she began to crawl painfully toward little Tommy.
Screams were coming from the woods, but Jesse didn’t care.
As she reached Tommy, her trembling fingertips went for the side of his neck.
The whole world seemed to go still as Jesse prayed for a pulse.
It wasn’t there.
She repositioned her fingers and held her breath.
Nothing.
Knowing she had little to lose, but needing to know for certain, she turned the boy over.
His dull lifeless eyes stared blankly into the sky as a moan escaped her lips.
Slowly, she unclasped the child’s helmet.
There was a very thin line of blood coming from one ear, but the boy wasn’t feeling any pain any more.
A dry sob wrenched from her as she cradled the child.
She cried over him for some time as she remembered the first time he’d smiled for her. And the first little twig of pussy willows he’d given her.
It was some time before Jesse really noticed the shadow over her and the boy.
She looked up to see Jason standing over her, his head tilted to the side watching.
Even through the numbing fog of raw emotion, Jesse noticed how very large Jason was….but still she sat there.
Jason stared at her a moment, then jammed his machete into the dirt with one hand…and offered his gift with the other.
Jesse stared blankly for a moment.
He’d brought…him.
Alive.
Untouched.
Jason was holding the careless thug by the hair as the man whimpered.
Jesse’s eyes narrowed as her nose wrinkled in disgust.
This weak jackass, who’d been oh so Mister Bigshot as he’d shoved a harmless fragile child had gone and soiled himself when faced with…with…*a REAL man* Jesse thought.
The injustice of it all crowded Jesse’s mind, threatening to crack her head clean open. What had she and Tommy done to deserve this? Not a damn thing. And now Tommy was dead because a bored pack of worthless asses couldn’t leave well enough alone?
A harmless little boy was dead because this man and his friends couldn’t find something better to do on a Summer day?
Pure rage filled Jesse.
And overflowed.
Jason had expected the girl to take retribution of some kind. Perhaps she would slap the man. Maybe kick him a few times. Jason was prepared to keep the man from fighting back. Then when the girl was done he’d take the worthless shit back into the woods and finish him.
He did NOT expect her to grab HIS machete.
And he did not expect her to plunge the blade into the man’s lower belly.
And the LAST thing Jason expected was the wave of intense pleasure thrusting through his body as Jesse rammed the machete home.
The wound was not immediately fatal….and Jesse knew it. She began to twist the blade.
The man screamed and squirmed.
Jason held him tightly. The man would not escape. But the girl was where Jason was truly focused now.
The feral rage that lit her eyes, the righteous indignation knotting her forehead, and the twitchy animalistic curl of her lip as the man’s screams were torn from him as she continued to thrust and pull the machete around in his innards.
Whether she intended it or not (and Jason was just coherent enough to suspect that she HAD) Jesse was killing the man slow.
Jason’s eyes trailed along her body. And returned again and again to those little (now blood-soaked) fingers wrapped around the handle of his machete.
HIS machete.
Jason quivered as desire burned through him. No sensation like this had ever gone through him like this before. The intensity was close to unbearable. As Jesse thrust again and again. Jason quickly began to wish his vocal chords worked. He needed to scream. Whether to beg her to stop or just scream with pleasure, Jason was unsure. But that expression of release had always been denied him.
Jason put his hand against a tree to steady himself. His fingertips pressed into the bark as pure demonic power rushed through him.
And just when he thought the orgasmic sensations just might be able to kill him, it stopped.
The man was finally dead.
Well actually, he’d likely been dead for a little while. It had just taken some time for the girl to notice and finally stop working the machete around inside him.
Jason dropped the useless corpse and stared at the girl. He was dimly aware of the hot fluid cooling along the shaft of his cock inside his pants. The feelings had been so intense Jason hadn’t even known he was erect. He was so shocked he was afraid to move.
Jesse was in a daze. She clutched the machete like some kind of security blanket. She tried to say something….but her eyelids fluttered as she just lost consciousness and slumped quietly to the ground.
*thump*
*thump….thump thump*
Jason’s hand went to his chest. His dead heart was spasming. It felt….odd. It stopped as soon as he looked at the corpse of the man. And it didn’t start when he gazed at the poor lifeless body of the boy.
But as he gazed again at the girl….*thump* *thump* *thump…thump thump*.
It had no rhythm to speak of, and it certainly didn’t make him feel alive in any sense. But it meant something.
It made the girl special to Jason. He scooped her up.
She was coming home with him.

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POWER

The Inhabitor was flooded with it. It would be able to do more for Jason than ever possible. Granted, Jason would be more demon than human, and he likely would never be considered kissable to a human being….but the Inhabitor could make Jason’s features look less like the accident of birth that they were, and more intentional….though much less human. Fortunately everything from the neck down on demons and humans were pretty much the same…..sort of. The Inhabitor felt amusement as it thought about what Jason’s possible reaction would be to the changes coming. Because Jason was CERTAINLY going to take notice this time. The last time Jason had reacted to his own change was soon after the Inhabitor became part of him. It was a priceless memory.
Jason had wanted a man’s machete. So he took it from him while shoving the man into a tree. Jason was a little surprised that the man’s arm ripped right off from the sheer force Jason was suddenly capable of. The memory of Jason staring at that arm clinging to the machete was one of the Inhabitor’s favorites.

This promised to be even more fun.

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Author’s Note: Okay….so it wasn’t sex in the conventional sense, Jason’s hardly a conventional figure. But hey, he’s got the girl! And the Inhabitor has some more little tricks to pull still.