Le Petite Mort- The Little Death

Note: This chapters all about Jomo and Jason... the sex comes next chapter, pervert :)

Jomo had been burying her face into Jason’s shoulder for the past five minutes but now she looked up, her whole body shaking. The huge man had carried her into his cabin, which did not bode well for Jomo. She was actually amazed at how quickly he had reached it, but didn’t dwell on the thought. There were more important things to be thinking of at this moment in time- such as how is he going to kill me? Jason seemed to have plans already, for he went straight to back of the room, swept all the candles from the table and threw Jomo down on it.

She looked up at with fearful eyes as he pressed a hand down on her stomach and raised his machete above his head with the other. Jomo wondered if he got pleasure from killing. It was hard to tell behind the mask. She could see the glint of an eye through one of the holes but that was all. No telltale flicker of anger or happiness. Nothing to show that this man- this creature- was human. Jomo would just have to hope that there was something human in him, because she had one final plan that may (or may not) work. It was horrible and disgusting but she knew she had no other choice.

“STOP!” she screamed, grabbing hold of Jason’s dirty coat. She yanked him down close to her with a jerk. Jason, startled by this, brought the machete crashing down into the table beside Jomo’s head. The blade shot through the wood and became wedged up to the hilt. Jason looked from Jomo to the machete. He seemed confused.
Then before Jomo could do a thing he had wrapped his hand around her throat and crushed her beneath his full weight.

Jomo started to choke violently but was still aware of Jason’s body and his chest pressed hard against hers. She felt solid muscle…

But no heartbeat.

What is he? A zombie? Well it doesn’t matter as long as he’s got a-

“Don’t kill me!” Jomo managed to squeak through her tightened throat. “I promise I’ll do anything! Anything at all!”

Jason loosened his grip a little and continued to stare at her. Did he understand? Or was he just playing with her, trying to extract more fear? His hockey mask made it impossible to tell.

Straining against Jason’s huge figure, Jomo eased her legs apart. It was time to put her final, desperate plan to good use.

“Please, Jason,” she implored. His head moved slightly, responding to his name. “I’ll do anything…”

True to her word, Jomo released a whimper before clumsily grinding against him.

* * *

Jason’s eye widened with shock as unfamiliar and uncomfortable tingles erupted in his crotch. What was the weak female doing? How dare she touch him like this? Jason would have throttled her but he was unable to move, immobilized by the sensations awakening inside him. All he could do was watch as the girl brushed her lower body against his groin again and again. Her slanted eyes were wide and fearful but her skin was flushed red.

Jason became alarmed. Did she want to do the bad thing with him?

He had seen teenagers bumping against each other like this before. After doing this they usually made love and, consequently, died. So did this mean the girl wanted to die, or, once again simply tormenting him?

‘Stupid fuck’, she’d called him in the woods. Fuck was a bad word. Jason wasn’t exactly sure what it meant, but he’d guessed it was to do with sex. He didn’t understand, therefore, why she had insulted him with that word.

This whole situation perplexed and confused him. He didn’t like that one bit.

Mommy, stop her! She’s trying to make me bad. Like her. I’m not bad Mommy! Make her still make her stop. Feelings inside me, getting worse…

Jason tossed his head from side to side and made a lowing sound in the back of his throat. The girl looked at him in surprise. Then a cunning little grin lit up her face.

“Wanna fuck me, Jason?” she said playfully.

That word again! Used to bewilder him and make him uncomfortable. Jason couldn’t have that. He started to get annoyed. With one hand he held the girl’s hips down and tried to ignore the throbbing coming from his long-forgotten cock.

* * * *

Jomo knew her advances on Jason had worked. He had hastily stopped her movements and was giving her such a dark look Jomo was almost amused. Perhaps she did have a chance after all. She would have to tread carefully and be very cautious, but if she did it right her seduction of Jason, no matter how disgusting it was, might save her life.

So with one trembling hand, she reached between Jason’s legs and rubbed the lump there gently. She felt it hardening, responding to her touch. Jomo had never done this before and was startled by this. She hadn’t even been sure Jason had a dick. But evidently he did, because not only could she feel it but Jason was also reacting to her caress. Negatively, it seemed. He grabbed her wrist and squeezed it warningly.

Don’t touch.

“But doesn’t it feel good?” Jomo asked desperately. She used her free hand to unbutton Jason’s pants, cringing all the while, and reached down to touch the tip of his manhood.

This time she knew she’d gone too far. Jason pinned both of her arms above her head with brutal force and bent them back. If Jomo made one more move he would snap them. She was sure of it. His reputation guaranteed violence.

Jomo turned her head away and faced the wall in subdued resignation. She had failed. He was probably going to kill her, like Bobby.

* * *

Jason felt more alive than he had in years. His body flowed with rage and arousal (although he hadn’t a clue what this was) so strongly he could barely think. He was trapped between two decisions- one to kill this whorish female who dared to touch him, and another to… Jason didn’t want to think about it. For his whole life his mother had told him sex was wrong and evil, but here he was, wanting it. He had seen numberless mating teens and not once before had he ever considered following their example. But this was different. Every time he brushed against the faintly wriggling girl beneath him a euphoric sensation ran up the length of his member.

Mommy? I’m not bad. I’m good. But I want bad things, Mommy. Can I have them please? Just this once?

Jason wanted a release so badly it was all he could to restrain himself. The girl seemed to know this. She looked back at him with her dark eyes, face smeared with blood and dirt, and smiled nervously. Jason realised with a jolt that she was different from the others, and not only because she had voluntarily touched him. Although she was afraid of him, she treated him as if he was normal.

She was the first person since his mother to do that…

* * *

Jomo sensed a change in Jason but didn’t know quite what it was. However, he had released her hands so that must have been a good sign. She decided to take this slowly so she didn’t startle or anger him. She leaned in to his neck, breathing hot air against his skin, and kissed the skin there. It was an odd colour, mottled and greyish. Scars criss-crossed over it unevenly and it was deathly cold. She drew back from him, blinking in surprise. Then she shook herself.

Too late to go back now. You’ve taken him this far. So go on. Do it. Even this is better than death…

Jomo eased her hand into his pants again and released his member. She dared not glance down; she kept her eyes locked with Jason’s and made no sudden movements. Instead she instinctively worked her tiny fingers over the head of his cock, running them down its full length, which was rapidly hardening.

Its size frightened her. She could barely wrap a single hand around its width. How could she possibly take it inside her, when the time came?

Something wet dripped on her palm. Jomo gulped slightly and noticed Jason shifting restlessly, impatiently.

Oh shit, he actually wants to fuck me! Oh god he’ll split me in half or impale me or something… I’ve gotta stop this…

Jomo dropped her eyes and removed her hands from Jason’s throbbing flesh. She heard a low sound emit from Jason and dared look back at him. His single eye was glazed over with lust.

He grabbed her slender hand in his coarse fingers and tried to guide it back to his cock, but Jomo snatched it away.

She could think only of tearing, unbearable pain.

She did try to explain- “I’m sorry, but I’m too small to take you…”

But from the fire in Jason’s eye she knew he was past reasoning with.

* * *

Rage surged through Jason like the air he no longer breathed, filling his head and heart with its burning hate. He wanted to take the girl’s body up in his hands and smash it, like had once done with a porcelain doll as a child. The only thing stopping him from acting on these violent urges was the insistent pulsing in his groin.

Jason was literally fighting with himself now, trapped in a silent conflict of two tempting choices.

He needed his mother’s guidance and reassurance so much.

Mommy, help me, let me make it go away. All her fault, the bad, bad girl. Warm hands, teasing… STOPPING! Let me. Make her sorry! Say yes, Mommy, and never again…

Then, like the voice of an all-powerful angel coming to his aid, his mother spoke to him. Her words were barely more than a fading whisper but he heard them clearly, their tones firm, gentle yet lovingly fierce.

“It’s alright, dear, you’re not bad … I know this isn’t your fault… … she’s to blame for tormenting you. Jason, have you ever heard the saying ‘an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth’? That means if others have wronged you, then you should have your revenge. So she’s yours, to play with…to punish, ofcourse, and then…be gentle so you don’t harm your-”

Jason didn’t wait for her to finish talking. He reached down to the girl trapped between his legs and roughly yanked her skirt up to her waist. Her face became transfixed with a mixture of shock, horror and bewilderment. Jason met her gaze and tilted his head, admiring her features as he would a doll.

Mine. To play with.

“What… what are you doing?” his female asked. Jason, ofcourse, didn’t answer. He simply pushed her head down against the table. Then he dared glance between her legs. At once he felt shameful and guilty, but his mother assured him it was all right. This time, she said, the bad could become good.

Jason nodded slowly and began to slip one rough-skinned hand down the girl’s thigh.

* * *

Jomo gasped as Jason almost shyly touched her left thigh, brushing his fingertips across her tender skin like an innocent child. She should have cried out, been disgusted beyond words and horribly ashamed of herself, but she wasn’t.

Not exactly.

She couldn’t have spoken to save her life and she was ashamed, in a way. But although this monster of a man had slaughtered one of her closest friends, she wasn’t quite as disgusted as she could have been. In fact, despite all her fear and loathing, Jason’s cold caress aroused her. She could feel wetness dampening her panties, making her cheeks flush red faintly.

I’m a morbid slut, she thought grimly. Why am I enjoying this? And what is he doing? His hand’s going further up. He’s almost touching my…

Jomo’s eyes widened. Jason was tearing her panties away effortlessly and was looking down between her legs. Within moments his exploring fingers returned and this time they inched inside her dripping centre. Jomo tensed up instantly, her breath speeding up. As a virgin she was naturally nervous about anything entering her body unless it belonged to her and besides, his fingers were so cold that she couldn’t stop herself flinching away.

Jason inclined his head towards hers. His eye was dark and determined, hard as steel.

There was no doubt what he wanted to say to her.

“Keep still and submit to me or I will kill you, bitch.”

Jomo didn’t doubt this for a moment. She felt the hand gripping her head tug back a little, tearing a few shining strands from her scalp, and gulped.

“Are you actually gonna…”

Jason aligned his hips with hers. His cock pushed hard against her leg.

Yes. Right now.

“Go on then, do it,” Jomo demanded bravely. She drew a deep breath.

Then she let loose a blood-curdling scream as Jason thrust hard into her with all the strength in his body.