Beast in the woods...

Continued.....
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she rubbed her palms furiously against her soar red eyes, peering through her heavy water covered lashes at the blur of fur and screams across the dark waters of the night pool. The beast was already upon dirty belly, though he managed to get another arrow into the the muscled side of the creature. All in vain for even as she waded desperately across the water she could see dirty belly was losing horribly. Blood oozed from his face and he was pinned under the beasts mighty weight, gasping for air but still struggling a trembling hand to the knife strapped to his thigh. His wary movement went unnoticed by the creature, who in his hunched form was clawing away at his chest ripping away chunks of skin....dirty belly gave a hoarse cry of pain, blood gurgling from his open mouth over his painted checks.
Wolf moon struggling and clawed her way on to the land, spitting water from her mouth and running to the fight.
"Stop it please!"
She latched on to dirty belly’s shoulders. The beasts eyes shot up to her....piercing and red like fire against his golden lashes, sharp fangs protruding against dirty bellies throat now. He was still then...watching her pulling the nearly unconcluded dirt belly from under him holding him in her arms. his chest was a raw bloody mess, deep gashes and chunks of flesh were missing, his hole body seemed to be slowly draining itself of life. He laid there breathing slowly in her arms, watching her with a tenderness she had never seen before his lips moving in silent words....
"Shhh....Don’t speak your ...."
Turning she remembered the beast was with her still. Watching the scene he had manipulated occur before him taking some sick amusement in the frailty of humans...Wolf moon wasn’t sure what to do, rocking dirty belly slowly in her arms she cast a gaze down at him peaceful numb face.
"Help him."
"No."
"Please?....Please"
"Why should I?!"
His response was a violent roar, as he watched her body tense and shudder under the vibrations from his large rib cage. Squeezing dirty bellies form harder, she stroked the hair away from his silent features. Her mind was racing now even as the death crept on to him, he was too younger it wasn’t fair...
"IF you take him to the camp I will do anything. Anything..."
'going to regret this...err stop being selfish...."
The beast wasn’t at all taken back by her answer, in fact he had planed it out like this from watching her with the boy in the forest ,to pleasuring her to get him from his hiding spot in the bushes were he stroked his ‘pitiful’ manhood to her sight. Lurching forward he snatched him unceremoniously from her arms, causing him to give a soft wail of pain.
"Wait here"
"Wait! Don’t hurt him!"
She called to him as his powerful legs sprung him from the ground over the bushes and off into the silent darkness. Wolf moon watched after him long after he had disappeared...'its all my fault....' her eyes started to water, but she whipped the offending salty waters from her eye lashes. "god I’m becoming a little girl...weeping over everything' she chocked back what she swore was her last violent sob, bringing her knees up to her chest. Laying her chin on them, staring off in to the water. 'running away would probably just dirty belly killed....Even though I’m terrible at it.....'
"Fuck."
~~~~~~Day break~~~
Panting she awoke from her nightmare, there was a creature and a women running in the woods desperately and then...and then....Whipping her mouth with the back of her hand, she dragged her chilled fingers through her hair. Jerking her head to the side she looked around, for him....
"If you jump out of the shadows again I’m going to be pissed...."She growled getting to her feet, noting she was still naked...nothing but the beads and teeth around her neck and feathers in her hair. Now that she thought about it…. she was going to be pissed if anything popped out of the bushes now.
"Damn it horse fucker! I said put that god damn cigar out."
A loud male voice called , close to where she was followed in close sequence by a lower more of cackle voice.
"Some of a bitch I bought yer own cigar-os didn’t I? gawd dam betta be using em"
She looked around desperately getting back down and slipping in to the water again. Dipping under the water she held her breath, as she had been taught many a times by prairie fire to stalk animals. Watching the surface she saw the figures approach leaning in close to the pool...a grimy hand dipped in the water just above her nose scooping up a handful of liquid from the pool. She just had to wait for them to drink and be on their way...before she ran out of breathe hopefully....
20 seconds....feeding the horses
40 seconds.....argument over cigaro's
1 minute:....drinking from glass bottle
2minutes....She couldn’t bare it any longer.
Rushing to the surface she gasped desperately for air, splashing her arms around to keep herself afloat.
She felt dizzy and sick, with exhaustion panting desperately holding her throat as she chocked out blood and water from her throat.
"Wells wells...Look em whets we got ourselves here..."
The first one said, getting to his feet careful not to attract her attention as she gasped for air. He wore his red beard with bride, heavy and thick sprouting fro his angular chin. his eyes a hazy amber color and his clothes were buckskin leggings too tight for his hefty form, a plaid shirt stained with beer and condiments wasn’t flattering, even with the first few buttons popped showing his heavily haired chest.
"Its one of them Navi-jo squaws"
His companion pointed to her then, chewing heavily on his chewing tobacco oozing brown liquids down the side of his mouth and over her dark blonde beard. Also worn long and grimy, tangled and uncared fore. Like the rest of his appearance. Her wore leather brown pants, and a dark blanket like coat over his ripped open shirt exposing bits of his chest hair and a crucifix. The red haired one reached for her suddenly, snatching his glove covered hand at her head. Jerking back she cried out when he tangled his fingers in her wet raven tangles and jerked her back. His companion grabbed her under her arms then pulling her violently from the water.
"Don’t fucking touch me!"
She pulled her elbow in then back, crashing it into the blonde mans face hard enough to hear a crack and feel a spray of blood across the back of her neck. ….Triumph was shirt lived for her hair was jerked back then, exposing her throat to the cool touch of his butchering knife...concealed just under his belt buckle.
"Damn it! Jericho she broke my nose god name...sone of whore bitch!"
His companion called to the red headed man, holding his bloody nose up in the air sniffling.
"Your own damn fault Smith, you know how these red bitches like to squirm around."
Holding her hair tightly in his hand he looked back down at her then, she just glared at him gritting her teeth....the cool steel moved from her throat down her collar bone and down over the valley between her breast.
"God damn sure are pretty darling...id like to take those breasts and..."
He flicked the tip of the blade of the tip of her breast, making her gasp suddenly as he left a small cut behind. Getting the rope from one of the pack mules, Smith moved back to them his nose bleeding a steady flow off blood over his hair lip. Taking her hands he tied them, with little difficulty since she dared not move as long as the knife dug into her throat...barely outside of her flesh.
"Coming on let me touch her, it was my idea comin to this god damn place..."
He grabbed at her then, coarse hands roaming freely over the slick flesh covering her still bruised body mumbling incoherent ranting about tits and other perverse terms of little sense to her. Jericho forced her down then on her front, knocking the wind from her as she hit the ground. Seating himself in front of her then he undid his pants, rushing and fumbling with the buckle and fly wiggling his plump erecting from its captivity. 'Today just gets better....maybe I will spontaneously combust' she tried to inch backwards but his companion still held tightly to her from behind coaxing and rubbing down her thighs. Licking and nicking over the flesh of her butt, murmuring still as he bumped his erection against her side easing its throbbing need.
"open up those lips for ur pawpaw, that’s right lick it clean...mmm...."
He groaning brushing his erection to her lips, shuddering at the sensation of her plump soft lips upon the arching head of his throbbing manhood. Thrusting suddenly and violently, he forced himself in to her mouth groaning like an animal when she gagged on his erection....Pumping in spastic motions in to her mouth he was howling and gasping. Fucking her mouth with his cock, he hadn’t been with a lady since saint Louie and a man has needs….
“Ah… that’s right squaw…uh Fuck, damn those hot little lips, lick me…lick me…ah…”
She willed her mind away from her body then, trying to breath through her nose….His friends cock would be in her any time now, she could hear him fumble stupidly with his fly even now...It was only under these circumstances she was happy to have the creature jump from the darkness....
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Bum bum bum! woot another chapter.Im taking a short break from this till i get more ideas, till then i will write a short two piece story.