Amanda saw the familiar light of the campfire as Frank led her to his cabin. She was really hating the feeling of being used by him. First being forced to assume her former role of the Pig again and then making her stalk poor Claudette, and now she had to go to his shit hole dungeon while he snapped his fingers and pretend it was going to be the most amazing experience of her life. If Julie and Susie were in there waving incense burners and chanting, nope, that was just too fucking much. She'd suddenly be stricken by the worst migraine in the world and run out of there like her ass was on fire.
He was a prick. He was an animal. Frank wasn't worthy of licking dog shit from her feet, let alone putting his dick in her pussy. Was she a supermodel? Fuck no. But she felt good enough about herself to know she was way out of Frank's league and if this were a normal relationship, he should have been begging for her affection, not snapping his fucking fingers and expecting it. She knew she loathed him beyond anything because he was so much an embodiment of the slew of terrible guys she'd sought affection from, or sold her body to, in the big city.
Once they were inside, he shut the door and snapped his fingers. "Strip." Amanda looked around briefly. No Julie, no Susie, no incense, no candles, no radio playing pan flute music. Other than securing Frank's first fuck up by training her without asking for the Entity's permission, and having the mask on to make nasty facial expressions that Frank couldn't see, this was the highlight of the evening. Maybe without the ceremony she'd only have to have disgusting sex for four minutes instead of eight.
As she removed Julie's clothes, Amanda waited to remove the mask last, keeping it on for as long as possible. She had to. It took her that long to untwist her face and change her expression into something that was not quite serene, but not as obvious as the pure hatred and loathing she felt for him at this moment. If he kept ordering her around like a dog, she would bite. His cock off. Hard.
"Julie and Susie will not join us. The first transference of my energy was obviously a momentous occasion, but now I feel they might prove to be a distraction. I want you all to myself tonight."
Amanda stood in front of his bed, naked, trying to take a stance of some sort of bashfulness, and forced herself to nod at his sage word. As the stench of old sweat from the uncleaned bed assaulted her nostrils, she found herself wishing for the incense burners after all. Christ, all you had to do was think and you could clean everything in seconds like it was fresh out of the wash. It was almost like Frank wanted to make his living space as disgusting as he was as a person in general. She forced herself to start getting on the bed, and her stomach flip flopped when she thought about what Frank's sheets would look like if she shined a black light over them. The only thing that would cleanse this place was fire.
Frank snapped his fingers."Wait! I did not instruct you to get on the bed, did I?"
Amanda stopped with one knee on his dirty mattress. If she'd clenched her jaw any tighter in rage, her teeth would have probably shattered. She had to will her arm not to twist and trigger the blade on her right wrist, because she knew if she did it in that moment, she would not be able to stop herself from butchering him. If he was training her, the invitation to join Legion was sure to happen after this. Four minutes of unsatisfying sex and then she'd never have to touch his dick again until she potentially sliced it off of him and held it in her hand.
"There must be preparation for the energy transference. Are you forgetting that without Susie here, you are the only one who can prepare me for the event? Don't move." He smiled. None of it was necessary, it was simply a spur of the moment decision he made just as she was getting on the bed. The truth was, he wanted to see Amanda on her knees in front of him. The good, sex servant, completely subservient. A final test. He knew he could have her anytime he wanted now, but he hadn't seen yet If he could simply snap his fingers and make her blow him or fuck him. Despite the control he'd manipulated in her, she was 30, and he knew that her will was just a little stronger than the other girls. If she proved now that he could order her around like the whore he was desperate to make her, he'd invite her to Legion tonight.
It had been tempting to keep letting her go back and suffer with Jake another week or two, but now that he saw wounds inflicted by other survivors did not heal like wounds in a trial, he didn't want to give Jake extra time to put any more blemishes on her beautiful body. He was actually quite irritated that Jake's form of punishment would now leave a scar on the beautiful golden skin of her leg. It was impulsive. He could have struck her face, which would have healed with no marks. If he waited another two weeks, the dumb son of a bitch might impulsively burn one of her breasts with a cigarette and he'd be distracted by the scar when he looked at her perfect tits. No, it was simply a risk he was unwilling to take, especially when it was clear that she bought his bullshit and was prepared to join him willingly now that she had been convinced by him she could make Jake's life Hell in the trials for burning her.
"Since you only made a small error, I will keep your punishment brief and light." Frank smiled. The punishment was also spur of the moment. If he trained her to act like a whore, could he also train her to take whatever dreamed-up punishment he created for her during their multiple fuck sessions? He was confident he could. This would prove it beyond all doubt.
Oh you have GOT to be FUCKING KIDDING ME. Amanda closed her eyes and wished she had a mouth guard to cushion her teeth from the repeated clenching of her jaw as she faced away from him.
He strode forward and spanked her ass five times, hard, pausing between each blow. As she quietly cried out, the rage Amanda was bottling up inside of her moved from being powerful enough to devastate a small city to being powerful enough to nuke an entire country.
Frank smiled with relish as she let out quiet cries of pain with each smack, but offered not a word of protest. When he was finished, she remained frozen where she was, awaiting his command. Yes, she would train beautifully. She was a dream whore. He almost looked outside to see if snow had fallen, because Frank was pretty sure this was Christmas. "Now you made get off the bed and come to me. You have my permission." Frank smiled at the red hand prints he'd left on her golden cheeks.
Amanda removed her bare knee from the bed and kept her temper barely in check as she walked over to where Frank stood. She took off his hoodie and shirt, and then got to her knees and slipped his pants and underwear down, exposing his average, rigid cock. He moved backwards in short steps with his pants around his ankles, then sat on the couch, snapped his fingers, and gestured for her to remove his shoes and socks and pants completely. She started to stand but Frank said, "No, please, on your hands and knees. It is a requirement now that we are alone. since I did not give a verbal command, I will not punish you further for standing instead of crawling."
Gee, what a motherfucking prince. Amanda's increasingly hard to control rage was making her tremble. I will politely ask the Entity to slit your neck, hang you over a tub, and allow me to bathe in your blood. And I think now the Entity will let me. I don't even think it will be snarky about me asking a God for a bathtub. It might even throw in some lavender bath salts for good measure.
She crawled over on her hands and knees feeling and knew, beyond any shadow of a doubt, that this was the lowest point she had ever been in her life. And considering she'd basically whored herself out for a couple of years, that was something. Not even the string of controlling boyfriends or the users that paid for her body with crumpled, sweaty bills and little bags of Heroin had never asked her to do anything like this. She removed his shoes and socks as instructed, before taking his pants and underwear off the rest of the way. Frank stood up and indicated she should remain kneeling. He stuck his dick in her face. "Suck me. And look at me."
Amanda took his cock in her mouth. It tasted like sweaty shit. It was not as awful as the way the bed attacked her senses, but it was obvious he hadn't used a shower in at least a couple of days. Her stomach hitched like it wanted to vomit, even though there was no food in it to puke up. She stared at him with what she hoped looked like longing, or...Something.
FUCK THE KNIFE AMANDA BITE IT OFF BITE IT OFF RIGHT NOW THE BLOOD WILL CLEANSE YOUR MOUTH OF THE DISGUSTING TASTE AND IMAGINE HIS FACE WHEN YOU SPIT IT ON THE FLOOR DO IT DO IT NOW
That angry voice she'd started hearing. Considering she was doing this because she had to, she found its outburst to be a bit irrational under the circumstances. Nevertheless, it was extremely hard to ignore it. She almost did. She really almost did. She had enough rage in her that it would have taken only one clenching of her teeth to clip him of his pencil dick. But she kept herself in control, because after being trained by John, she's become a master of it. After all, six people had died in that nerve gas house and not a one of them had suspected even once that she was an accessory to the man that had trapped them all in it. So she stared at him like he wanted, and only gave him a fraction of the considerable oral skills she used on her husband. But even the basics she was giving him were making Frank want to burst. Not surprising at all given his age and the likely inexperience of his sexual partners. He hoped that he wasn't the one who had taken Julie and Susie's virginity. That would be awful for them to have to live down.
Frank looked into her gorgeous eyes. And they were gorgeous, just like the rest of her. He could get lost in them. She was even controlling her blinking as her mouth moved up and down his cock. Five fucks and a blowjob, Frank decided then and there. He wanted to look at her face, watch her eyes as she serviced him once she was his official toy. He wanted to watch her face as he shot his load down her throat. He wanted to tie her to the bed and cut her as he fucked her, and lick her blood as he thrust in her and made her scream. He wanted her to be so sore from fucking that sometimes she didn't want anymore, and he would hold her down and make her take him regardless. He wanted to make her bend over the bed and spank her and spank her. He wanted to hurt her and defile her and make her perform every sick and twisted fantasy he had in his head. And he would make her, and she would do it. He wished he still had the ability to empty his bladder so he could piss on her for good measure.
This would only be the start of her training into being his complete, craven whore. Even bigger than Julie and Susie now were, or could ever be. He would make her so pliable that when he wanted her, he could just pull her pants down, bend her over, and fuck her wherever she stood. She was born to be a killer, and she was also born to be his whore. And soon, she would be. He had no doubts when he was done that she'd let him bend her over whenever he wanted within a month of her moving here...He would slap her and choke her and bend her over and fuck her right next to the fire. And FUUUCK...Did she know how to suck a fucking cock. Jesus Christ even her mouth was amazing. But he didn't want to cum in there. He grabbed her hair and twisted it. "Stop."
She did. "Now, to complete the beginning stages of my energy transference, you must crawl on your hands and knees and get on all fours on the bed."
For the first time, even though it was completely debasing and degrading as everything else he'd made her do so far, it was a command she didn't mind performing. Doing it allowed her to turn her back on him and let her face twist into pure and complete hatred. She got on the bed and took the position he told her to. Amanda's mind was black with malice. Frank...I absolutely fucking hate you...Fucking piece of shit. Get this the fuck over with.
Frank's cock almost came just from the sight of her there. He walked to the bed, got on his knees behind her, and said, "Amanda. You've done so well tonight. You've made me so ready to give you my healing energy. Are you ready to receive it?"
Amanda gritted her teeth. "Yes."
Frank smiled. "Beg me."
IFUCKINGHATEYOUIFUCKINGHATEYOUIFUCKINGHATEYOUIFUCKINGHATEYOUIFUCKINGHATEYOUIFUCKINGHATEYOUIFUCKINGHATEYOUIFUCKINGHATEYOUIFUCKINGHATEYOU
Amanda said, in her best simper, "Please Frank. I need it. Please give it to me Ple..."
And then he rammed himself in her pussy to the hilt. Again, Amanda wasn't turned on at all, and she'd been trying to gauge when she should steel herself for it, but he caught her off guard just like he had the first fucking time, like someone ripping off a Band Aid on two, when they said they would do it on three.
Amanda couldn't remain in character enough to prevent herself from letting out a scream of pain. It fucking hurt, AGAIN. Did he have no fucking decorum AT ALL? She felt like she'd been even drier than she had the fucking last time. It also took her longer for her pussy to get wet to save itself, so she moaned in fucking agony for several moments while his fucking pencil dick scraped her insides like fucking sandpaper.
To Frank, they were moans of pleasure. He twisted her hair in his hands and pushed her head down, shoving her face into his pillow as he savored her hot, tight wetness. It felt as perfect as the first time, and soon it would all be his. Holy fucking god she was inCREDIBLE. If he had any feelings, he might have actually fallen in love with her.
Amanda struggled to breathe. The pillow STANK. FUCK it stank. She could almost TASTE the stink. There was no fucking WAY he had done anything to clean it since he first got her. She'd known it was hideous last time, when she'd had to put the back of her head on it, but now, being face-first in it, she truly realized how fucking hideous it truly was. She was even more disgusted by the fact that he obviously wasn't bothered by it herself. She had to force her head to the side to gasp for air and try to give her nostrils even slight relief. Frank's fucking fingers being twisted in her fucking hair didn't help. She could feel her hair being pulled against her fucking scalp from Frank's hand holding her head in place. After filling her lungs with the marginally better air in the room, she remembered the show must go on, so she forced herself to gasp and moan. He was being incredibly rough, ramming himself in her with reckless abandon. The first time had been rough, but only towards the end. This time, he was virtually abusing her right from the fucking start. The moans she was faking once again turned into real moans of her pain as he used his dick like a woodpecker's beak on her raw pussy.
Christ she could handle rough sex. She wasn't a goddamn virgin by any means. Jake sometimes gave her rough sex when they both craved it, but he knew how to do it sensually, and pleasurably. Frank was hammering into her with no concern at all, like his fucking dick was a nail and her pussy was a board. And why wouldn't he be? After all, she'd known the first time that she was only there to get him off, and like every girl he fucked, he didn't care if it hurt or they enjoyed it All she was under him was a hole to get himself off in.
Frank loved the golden, smooth skin of her ass cheeks. He spread them with his free hand as he was thrusting and looked at her puckered little asshole. Since it was their second time, he found he had an urge to try new things. She would love it. He didn't even need to ask her. And why should he? She was there to serve him. He held her head down and pulled himself out of her, waiting to hear her moan from his skills at fucking her anally. Frank smiled. He was a lover that kept giving and giving.
Amanda hadn't felt him cum, so she was actually fucking surprised when he pulled out of her. She had a brief moment to wonder if she was going to be ordered to fucking suck him again, and then she felt the tip of his cock press against her asshole, and being held down with her face down and her ass up like she was, she had no leverage to move away and save herself. But even then, she tried. Frank apparently took her movements as a signal she was ready for it. She hated herself as she silently begged him for once in his miserable life to just fucking be gentle. Just fucking ONCE.
Frank used his hand to guide his dick as he pushed himself into her forbidden hole. Amanda's face was pressed into his pillow and he heard her muffled scream of pleasure as he forced himself all the way into her asshole as quickly as he could. When his swelled balls were pressed against the gorgeous cheeks of her ass, he started to roughly pound into her as Amanda screamed in pleasure into his pillow. God, it was SOOO much tighter than her pussy. He leaned forward and grunted in her ear. "Oh...Perfect...So amazing...Amanda...Unnn...Fucking Goddess.."
Amanda's silent begging was ignored. It HUUUURT. OH GOD OH GOT IT FUCKING HURT OH FUCK STOOOOOP. Fuck he was going to fucking rip her apart. His dick wasn't that big but it felt like he was ramming her with a plunger handle since he'd shoved it inside of her with no lube. Tears leaked from her eyes and soaked into his smelly pillow as she screamed. She struggled to get her off of him but again was completely pinned.
Frank grunted and said loudly, "Oh yeah baby you love that don't you. I know you do I can tell...You're moving your body more than ever. Don't worry my killer queen, the pleasure has just begun." And then Frank did the opposite of what Amanda's mind was begging him to do and pounded into her even harder. He found his thrusts getting smoother and smoother as her asshole got wet for him like her pussy did.
Amanda also felt that wetness in her begin to ease the pain of his thrusts. Even though the pain was became less intense, it still hurt like Hell and her body was tense with panic because she feared that the sudden lubrication was from her blood. He'd torn her open in God knew how many places by shoving himself in her when she was completely unready and with no lube at all and now she was bleeding. God STOP.
Suddenly, her mind was filled with the image of the night before her graduation when her father had tried to rape her. If felt like she was back there again, and instead of Frank, it was her father, holding her down and viciously raping her asshole. He was long dead, but somehow he'd resurrected himself, Frank was gone and now he was here, finishing what he'd started with his own daughter. The fight went out of her and she went almost limp as Frank continued to hold her down, face down and ass up, as tears leaked from her eyes and soaked into Frank's disgusting pillow. Helpless. She was completely helpless. The complete loss of control over what was currently being done to her made the rational part of her mind shut down. She became convinced that something had ripped her from her existence of happiness and now she would suffer this way for eternity.
Hell...This is Hell. Somehow I died and this is my Hell. I did terrible things and I never made up for them while I was alive and my Hell will be taking this from my father for all eternity, bleeding and crying into a disgusting smelly pillow...Not even decades of sacrifices could make up for what I did. This is the punishment that has been decided I endure for being a murderer. You can put a pig in lipstick but it's still a Pig.
He wasn't sure how long he savored her anally, but he felt his balls tingling and knew his orgasm wasn't too far away. Amanda was moaning very quietly and letting him have her. Good girl. He didn't want to cum in her asshole though, not when her pussy was right there. There would be plenty of time to cum in her asshole after she moved here. He pulled out of her.
The sudden easing of that pain was at least something of a fucking relief to Amanda and her mind partially recovered from the blissful void of catatonia she'd been falling into. When he shoved back into her pussy and started jackhammering inside of her, it didn't hurt nearly as fucking bad. But she still felt the wet sensation in her asshole and felt the wetness tricking down. It had to be blood.
As the surge of his sperm leaving his balls hit him, Frank forced her face tightly into the pillow and hollered "OHHHHH YEAAAHHHH FUUUUUCK" as his cumload, which he'd again built up by edging for several hours that afternoon, started spurting deep in her hot pussy like his dick was a fire hose. He held her down as he twitched and twitched, pumping spurt after spurt of his seed in her depths.
"Uhhh...UHHHH...UUUUUUUUHHHH...UUUUUUUHHHHHHH...Fuuuuuuuuuuck...YEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH."
Amanda's face was pressed solidly into the stinking pillow. She couldn't breathe. She was on the verge of blacking out from the lack of oxygen. Her mind was fogged. After Frank's cock twitched for the final time he released the pressure on her head and she turned it to take a ragged breath as her lungs refilled with air. Then he fell forward on top of her and his weight made her legs give out. He kept his softening cock pressed into her as he pinned her under him with his whole body weight.
Holy fuck. Frank struggled to catch his breath. That might have even been better than the first time. Doggy style was his favorite position, and he'd gotten some anal to boot. Without Julie and Susie in the way, he was able to really fuck her like a whore like he wanted and she took it like a champ. Blowjob, pussy, anal, and deep creampie. What a fucking home run. In the real world, he could make a mint selling her as a whore. But he wasn't into sharing. Amanda was going to be for his use alone, and he was going to pump rivers of his cum into all of her fucking holes.
Lamely he muttered. "There it goes...The energy. I didn't want to expel it in your ass this time, but later, my killer queen. I don't even have to ask now, I know you feel it...Healing you."
Amanda, sore, suffering, just weakly nodded. She didn't even bother making a fuss, and since he knew it was all bullshit, he didn't care. Over. It was over. It was the last time. But as she struggled to return to her senses she knew that the damage Frank did tonight would last with her long after she left here. Even after all the abuse she'd suffered for the last however many minutes, Frank couldn't resist one more knife twist. He slid beside her, then picked up her left hand and kissed her wedding ring on her finger.
I want to fucking kill you, daddy...I...Fuck...Frank...I want to fucking kill you FRANK. Daddy can't hurt me anymore, and soon I'll make sure you never hurt me again either. I'll make sure you never fucking hurt fucking anyone fucking ever again you fucking piece of shit motherfucker.
But the pain from her rectum kept stabbing her and Amanda's brief surge to pure rage abated and she once again found herself dwelling on that fact that even though she was stronger than him, he'd overpowered her and used her in every way that he'd wanted. She'd lost control and she was weak.
Frank paid little attention to her, instead looking at the flashing diamond in the dim light of the room. It was a beautiful ring. Jake definitely had money and good taste. But the first thing he was going to do after she joined them was yank it off her finger and throw it in the woods. After all. She'd be under new ownership.
Frank got off of her and slapped her ass several times, hard. "Get up and get dressed before Claudette and Joey get back."
Amanda nodded weakly again. Her eyes filled with tears from the pain and humiliation and she forced herself to keep her face hidden, even it it was by keeping her face towards that stinking pillow.
Damn, Frank thought. She was really out of it. He had fucked her until she was weak. Fuck he was good, he hadn't even really been trying. He shoved his clothes on, enjoying the way his dick stuck in his shorts from her juices. Amanda slowly dragged herself across the mattress and eased herself into a sitting position as Frank handed her her original clothes. She was in a daze. A daze from her perfect fuck, Frank knew. He snapped his fingers. "When you are dressed you may join me outside. I was completely impressed by you tonight. I want you to join us. I want you to be Legion. You've earned the place. Tonight, I know you're ready. You showed me your skills and your asshole was awesome. Will you join us?"
Ten minutes ago she'd have celebrated Frank signing his own death warrant by dancing around his room. After yet another horrible fuck and virtually being anally raped, being WEAK...All she had the energy for was to nod.
"Next week, I will initiate you into our Legion. Bring Jake. Your final act to prove your worth will be to slit his throat. Then you are one of us. You will officially be Legion, and welcomed in by me and your new sisters. You have made the best decision of your life, Amanda. You were wise to fall in love with me."
He turned to the door, stopped, and looked back at her as she slowly put her clothes back on. "By the way, I'm not sure what method you use, but when you return next week with Jake, I would prefer if you had changed your hair color from brunette to blonde. It will make my energy transfers into you even stronger if you further improve your appearance to me."
He didn't wait for her to reply or nod. She got the message. He pulled her head up roughly, kissed her, then simply turned his back and left her there alone.
As soon as the door shut behind him, Amanda had a fit of hysteria, clenching her teeth and flexing her fingers, and weeping angrily for several moments. WEAKWEAKWEAKWEAKWEAK...She finally calmed down enough to painfully struggle into the rest of her clothes and get to her feet. He'd made her believe for a brief moment she was being violated by her father. It had been a brief break in her psychologically, but a break nonetheless. In that one moment for sure, he had taken control, and beaten her at the game. And the loss was leaving a lasting impression.
She was tired...So tired...The stinking bed that only moments ago revolted her suddenly seemed welcoming. It would smell but she could still sleep. She could move the pillow and lay on her belly and put her face on her arm and sleep and sleep and sleep...
He right arm raised seemingly independent of the rest of her body and she struck herself across the face with the open palm of her hand as hard as she could. The sleepiness abated and she turned the knob on the door and her legs slowly propelled her from the cabin.
As she passed Frank, limping, Frank looked at her, smiling in satisfaction that he'd fucked her so good she was limping. That was the Frank Morrison way. She slowly eased herself down to the ground and eased her back against her familiar log, but did not sit. She squatted on the ground.
The timing ended up being lucky, because it seemed like only a moment later that Claudette appeared from the trees and shared a goodbye kiss with Joey. Frank flashed Amanda one last smile, thrilled to no end at her performance tonight. Then she disappeared into the trees. Frank smiled again at that cute little limp. Goddamn he was a Hell of a lover. Next week he would watch her butcher her husband and then put the mask of Legion on her face himself. He wondered if he could find a way to fuck her next to her husband's cooling corpse. Ohh...Shit. He needed to come up with some type of an altar.
He glanced at Joey with irritation before losing himself in his grand plans. Don't get comfy Joey. I'm gonna ruin Claudette for you next.
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Neither Amanda nor Claudette spoke on the way back. Claudette glanced at Amanda several times, on the verge of speaking, but her face and eyes were totally blank and Claudette kept her mouth closed. Amanda was unusually subdued. She gave Claudette a nod of goodbye after they got to their camp, and made her way to the fire. Claudette noticed for the first time, now that she was more brightly visible in the firelight, that Amanda seemed to have a limp as she made her way over and crouched silently next to the flames. That was unusual too. The other nights she'd immediately returned to her cabin, and she was almost never at the fire by herself If she wanted to be at the fire, she usually brought Jake, who was undoubtedly waiting in their cabin right now. Why was she crouching here alone? Of course she had no idea that Amanda was trying to use the natural healing power of the flames to knit the ripped sensitive anal skin inside of her, and nothing even close to that explanation came to Claudette's mind.
Claudette was growing more and more anxious as she watched Amanda's hunkered back. That thing that had surprised them in the woods had crouched the same way Amanda did. It had been short, like Amanda was. It was wearing clothes of the Legion, but it had stalked her like Amanda the Pig. After he'd found her, Joey had calmed Claudette down and they had salvaged their date, but Claudette's suspicions remained. She had planned to just confront Amanda directly on the way back, to see her reaction and see if it had truly been her.
But as they walked, she'd seen how Amanda's shoulders had slumped. The blank stare and face...She looked almost defeated. Claudette felt like something had happened to her. Did Frank...Assault her? Could he? Could a killer assault another killer and just...Get away with it? She of course had her powers as a killer, which again made her more and more sure it HAD been Amanda in those woods...But Amanda had been so good to her. She was wonderful in the camp, wonderful in the trials, For the past several weeks she'd been coming with her, no complaints at all, while she and Joey had their fun and kept connecting and growing. Was her freedom to spend time with Joey, at least up to now, unbothered, because Frank was making her let him do things to her at the Legion camp while she and Joey were away?
But that still didn't answer the other question. Why would Amanda stalk her? It just didn't jive with the Amanda she'd grown to know. She watched her face with Jake at the fire and she could see the love Amanda had for him in her eyes. It almost seemed to radiate off of her body. She'd never once seemed anything less than thrilled to be here with him in all the time she'd been there. She'd never seemed anything less than thrilled to be will all of the survivors, even Ace. She behaved like she never had friends before sometimes. But while she was again doubting Amanda's involvement in that scare in the woods, one thing she felt for sure was that something awful had happened to her tonight.
She decided tomorrow morning she'd go over to the cabin. At least feel things out. If bad things were happening to her at that camp, it had to stop. She and Joey would find another way to meet that didn't involve Amanda coming there. It made her sick to her stomach thinking that Amanda may have been having to do things outside of her happy marriage just to let Claudette have time alone.
She waffled in and out of suspecting Amanda of being her stalker, but even as she got angry, and then not angry as her mind switched back and forth, she remained laser focused on the other issue. Amanda wanted to suffer for her perceived sins. She could tell from the day that she'd confessed her whole story to her. She definitely now knew her well enough to know that she WOULD let Frank hurt her to help Claudette. She almost seemed to crave penance and Claudette knew it was because she was silently trying to make up for being a killer. She always went for saves even if she knew it would get her hooked instead, and against some killers, she was the first to be sacrificed, even as skilled as she was. She was definitely the type who would take whatever Frank did to her and bear it in silence.
And again she confused herself. Amanda was clearly trying to make up for her prior killer actions, so again, why would she stalk her? Had Frank put her up to it?
No question, she HAD to talk to Jake now and let him know her suspicions. If he was in the dark, he HAD to know that maybe Amanda was being hurt every week and then bearing the pain and keeping it from him. With one last hesitant look over her shoulder, Claudette stepped into her cabin.
Amanda paid no notice. She finally realized that the crouched position was keeping the tears inside her pulled apart, and it was making it take longer and longer for the sensitive skin to knit back together in healing. She could stand up, which would stop pulling the skin apart but she felt like she's already wasted enough time she hadn't wanted to use in the first place. She needed her husband and she needed to be in her home. He would heal her. He would fix her. He would hold her and love her and heal her and she could tell her story...Almost all of the story of what happened tonight and then he would hold her again and take her to bed and she would sleep and sleep and sleep...
Like an automation, Amanda limped silently to the cabin door.
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'Wait by the door."
Jake had been at the point of the book where it had seemed Muldoon was going to be killed by the raptors, and even though he knew he survived (Unlike in the movie) he'd still been engrossed. The four words spoken into his head had made him jump the way Amanda's had last week when she'd stormed in looking for a lighter. The book sailed out of his hands and landed on the floor beside him.
His heart raced. It had been the Entity that had spoken to him. It hadn't been panic in the gravelly voice, but it had been something. Something had happened tonight and the Entity had felt it was bad enough that he needed to be waiting to comfort her. For God's sake, WHAT? The Entity spoke no more. Jake hurried to his feet, and as it told him to do, he waited by the door, his heart pumping in terror.
The door slowly opened. Amanda didn't come charging in cussing like last time. She slowly limped in, staring at the floor, looking like she'd been to Hell and back. She stepped in far enough to see Jake's legs, and slowly raised her head. And she looked into his eyes and he looked into hers and he rushed forward and swept her into his arms as her face crumpled and she let her quiet tears soak into his chest.
What had he fucking done to her? Jake knew she was probably feeling similar to how she had the last time, but she wasn't acting disgusted tonight. She looked like she'd been hurt. She'd not worried about how Jake would "see" her. Of course she'd seemed more ready tonight than last week for what was to come, but he was still expecting to see her disgust in herself and hostility in her actions. There was none. She looked scared and lost and she needed her rock and had let him wrap his arms around her immediately. She squeezed him seemingly with all of her might.
Jake wasn't sure how long he held her and comforted her but he did not budge an inch until she moved first. She did not move away from him and declare herself unclean. She held him as she walked them towards the shower. She let him take her clothes off. He pulled off her shorts, then the light pink panties she was wearing. They were damp from...That...But to his horror he saw they were also wet with blood.
He stripped off his own clothes and helped her into the shower and slowly, patiently, he washed her. She didn't cry, she didn't show any shame, she trembled and seemed to relax, as though the feel of his hands on her body was healing to her. Neither of them realized at that moment that it truly WAS healing her. The movements of his hands on her body were nearly the same as when they healed in a trial. He finally healed her ripped and torn insides completely. When she turned her back to the water, He saw between the cheeks of her bottom that there were traces of dried blood. When he soaped up his hand and spread her cheeks she cringed away briefly before moving back to him and letting him use his soapy hand to clean the blood that had dried between them. Based on her reaction, he suspected what had happened but would wait for her to tell him.
He continued to help her as she got the rest of her body physically clean for him. Whatever had happened, it had been far worse than the last time. He filled her little douche bag with the warm water of the shower and rested his hand on her shoulder as she used it three times. He shut off the water and she looked up into his face and he put a hand behind her damp head and kissed her.
She fiercely kissed him back. She started softly weeping again as she did so but she kept her lips pressed against his anyway. She was desperate for his lips against hers. So he held her and kissed her until she felt like she had enough. Felt like she was okay. Then she clung to him and spoke for the first time.
"Next week," Amanda muttered. Her voice was cold. "He wants me to bring you next week. He said he wants to initiate me...Into that...He trained me tonight. The final act of my initiation is to slit your throat. He finally said and did what he needed to do tonight. Next week, this is all over."
And her face crumpled again and his heart broke as he held her small, trembling body in his arms. They'd finally gotten Frank to say and do what they wanted him to to end his realm existence, but neither felt like celebrating.
He helped her dry herself and then dried off himself. She slipped into a black silk robe that she pulled from the cramped closet while Jake pulled on a t-shirt and flannel bottoms that he'd worn to bed last night.
She walked like a robot to the couch, and Jake noticed with some relief that her limp was gone. Whatever had been done to her...Had it been healed by his touch, just as if it were a wound in a trial? He hoped so. It would make him feel just slightly better if he'd been able to heal her from the physical pain that was strong enough to make her limp by his own hands.
Amanda being Amanda, she flopped unladylike on the cushion before she demurely curled her legs under her, letting her feet press against the arm of the couch. Jake sat right beside her and he noticed that she kept her hand somewhere on his body at all times and pressed herself to him as she tonelessly described the night.
The goading into stalking Claudette. Frank's suggestion Amanda help him sweet talk her into bed. The stalking itself, and making Claudette run in terror. Taking her back to the cabin. Making her crawl on all fours like a dog. The start of it...
"And then as we were halfway through...I guess he...Decided he wanted anal. And he held me down and even though it's not very big he forced himself in there completely raw. Not a drop of lube. And maybe that could have been bearable on it's own...But then he just started hammering away like he did when he was in my pussy and...It wasn't bearable. It hurt. It hurt so much."
She wanted to confess to him that the experience had made her believe it was her father hurting her but she couldn't. She couldn't confess that her twisted family life in her redneck trailer home had also been close to including incest. She couldn't tell him that if her father had kept his weight on her instead of getting on his knees to undo his pants and give her a chance to kick him, If he'd kept laying on her and slid them off as he did so, he'd have been able to keep overpowering her until he finished raping her and took her virginity. She was a skinny 18-year-old. He was not a bodybuilder and he was overweight but he definitely was stronger than she was.
The horror of that would have been enough, but Frank's unintentional raising of the memory to the forefront of her mind tonight led to an even more terrible thought. In his drunken state, she knew if he'd gotten inside of her there was no way he would have pulled out. That would have been the redneck punctuation on the horror. Her father accidentally impregnating her the night before her graduation. Cue the banjos.
Then more horror...She knew because of the way he'd made it so obvious in his attraction to her that he'd have been thrilled to know she was pregnant with his kid. No...NO...She would not have carried that vile thing to term. She'd have aborted it as soon as she could, even if she'd had to do it herself with a coat hanger.
Her mind finally shut off from thinking of that horror and she suddenly knew she had to make Jake know that Frank hadn't raped her. He couldn't know that for a few moments in Frank's bed she'd been helpless to defend herself. She'd been weak and at his mercy and he'd overpowered her and he couldn't know. She may have been hurt but she still had her pride. So she made her excuses.
"It wasn't...Rape. I've never been raped... My dad certainly never raped me, and neither did any of those...Other men. It hurt but it wasn't rape, you understand? I'd have stopped him if I wasn't in character, that's all. And he kissed my wedding ring after. And then he slapped my rear like we had a good game and left me to collect my clothes and get out of there like I was a two dollar hooker he'd paid for."
Jake had felt sick to his stomach as she described it in a virtual monotone, like she was reading off a grocery list. That part about the anal sounded more like she was convincing herself, but he could tell she was still hurting and did not confront her about it.
His body surged almost with panic. Jake suddenly found himself frightened of the emotionless way she had been describing everything. It was like she was a few steps from the catatonic state she'd been in after Freddy's nightmare. She didn't seem to be describing what she had felt, it was like she was describing what had happened to someone else. What was wrong with...
Control.
The word jumped to the front of Jake's thoughts.
Control. She'd lost control of the situation tonight. He thought back to the blood on her and in her panties and believed her excuses even less. Even if she was trying to hold character, if he'd taken her in her ass so roughly he'd made her bleed, it would have hurt like Hell and there's no way she would have let him continue doing that to her if she'd been able to fight him off. No goddamned way. Not HIS Amanda. He'd either held her down or incapacitated her and then he'd hurt her. Jake knew that Frank was stupid and honestly thought that it probably hadn't been intentionally malicious on his part. But even unwittingly, he'd held his wife down and made her feel like she was being raped in her ass.
This whole thing had started as a game. Instead of the version of get their goat that he and Amanda played, it had been a chess match. A manipulator out manipulating a manipulator. The stakes had risen, but Amanda had kept control, and every action which had allowed Frank to feel like he was winning was done because she controlled it.
Even the sex she'd had control of, hurling insults at him in her mind, and making jokes about his awful performance and the small size of his dick and the ridiculous show Frank had made of the whole thing. She'd let it happen but it had been her choice.
But tonight, she'd lost control. She'd had no choice but to resume the role of her former killer self that she loathed and hated. She'd had no control over his demeaning of her prior to the awful sex. And then when she was naked and defenseless, Frank had attacked one of the most sensitive parts of her body. The worst part of it was Amanda could have dealt with the pain, but even after all the worst she'd suffered she'd still felt bulletproof. She'd finally taken a bullet tonight when she'd finally been completely helpless, and even though she was physically healed the pain of that shot was stabbing her mind.
If the Entity had witnessed it Jake knew the being would have vaporized Frank on the spot. But it probably hadn't seen it. It made it very clear it did not watch any of them have sex. It did not blame the Entity at all. Jake was actually grateful that it maintained a high stance of morals and refused to spy on any of them in their intimate moments, even though it certainly could have and no one would ever know. It was no one but Frank's fault that what had happened to Amanda had happened. He was the one that had done it to her, the miserable fucker...Jake was mad as Hell, and as soon as the Entity found out he was sure it would be just as angry as he was.
Fuck that motherfucking...
Jake suddenly gasped and almost reared back in horror. Fuck. He realized that part of Amanda that he found so cute was creepily absent. The curse words that seemed like they should be coming from a longshoreman, but instead rattled from the mouth of his adorable little wife like gunfire when she was super pissed had not made an appearance at all. She'd been talking for close to a half an hour and she hadn't uttered a single curse word. She said fuck almost as much as she said I love you. It was like the word fuck had completely disappeared from Amanda's vocabulary.
And while she, and Jake, still wanted her to make Frank suffer, the tone of her voice told him that at least a part of her tonight had felt that she'd lost. Losing control of the situation and being helpless even for that brief period had rattled her to her core. He doubted she even realized it. He was scared to think that if Frank charged through their door right now she was so out of it she may just barely even struggle against him.
Goddamn it. He'd married a fighter. He hadn't agreed to let all this happen to see her left twisted and broken. He was not going to let her just shut down like Freddy had made her do that time before. He had to get that fighter back. And he didn't like at all what he was going to have to do in order to make it happen, but fuck if he wasn't going to draw her ire. He'd sat on the sidelines for too much of this, and it was time for him to at least score the game-winning field goal.
"And so...Next week...It's all over?"
She nodded slightly.
Jake feigned disbelief. "I dunno. I think maybe it's time to call it quits now. Tonight was the worst it's ever been." And out of the corner of his eye, he saw one line deepen on Amanda's brow. It stood out on her virtually-expressionless face. "I mean, it's not too late, the Entity will understand. I'm sure it's got a plan to deal with Frank if you can't finish. You fought hard, he fought harder."
Another deepening line. "But he...Had me...In his bed... "
Jake shrugged. "We decided that if it happened, you were supposed to let it in order for things to proceed. You did that. You know I'm not mad. No harm, no foul." Amanda's whole brow was crumpling.
"But he...Tonight...Anal...HURT."
"It'll be tough, but you'll get over it, and I will too. You'll heal. You're already healed. The limp is gone..."
Amanda butted in, "He said the words...He trained me...I...We're finishing this next week."
And Jake talked right back over her, saying, "Physically, it will be like it never..."
She launched herself at him. She pushed him onto his back and straddled him, pinning him to the couch. Her eyes were filled with rage, her teeth were bared. She was the angriest he'd ever seen her, a snarling pit bull. She grabbed the cloth of his t-shirt so tightly that the thin cloth across his chest tore. "BUT IT DID HAPPEN! AND I'LL FUCKING REMEMBER! I'LL HAVE TO REMEMBER EVERY TIME I SEE HIS STUPID FUCKING FACE WEARING THAT STUPID FUCKING MASK! HE FUCKED UP TONIGHT AND HE'S GONNA FUCKING PAY FOR HURTING ME AND I'M GONNA FUCKING MAAAKE HIM PAY SO QUIT TELLING ME I'M GONNA HAVE TO FUCKING QUIT OR I'LL BEAT YOUR FUCKING ASS TOO! "
His calm eyes looked into the rage-filled eyes of his Amanda. He said quietly. "There she is. There's the woman that is going to make him pay for it. There's the woman I love. I knew she was in there, and I just had to give her a little push to bring her back. Hello, Amanda. I'm glad to see you again, because this monotone person you were was freaking me the fuck out."
She was frozen. For several long moments, the only movement was in her wide green eyes as they darted back and forth, staring into his, and the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed, processing, realizing he'd goaded this out of her. The tension in her muscles faded but the fire remained in her eyes. Even though she realized that she'd needed it she also realized that she'd lost the ultimate game of get the goat. "You motherfucker."
He smiled slightly. "You're not that old, and we don't have any kids, so how can I be a mother fucker? I'm just a fucker. And you...We...Haven't come this far for you to be almost catatonic because you were bested by a 19-year-old punk. And I'll tell you something else...It's nice to finally be able to do more than just listen. I'm glad it was me that got to light the fire under your cute little ass. Based on your reaction, I'd say it's a roaring blaze. Now that I've played amateur shrink...I think you're plenty ready for Dr. Park's healing injection. And no matter what happened tonight, I know you well enough to know that now that you've fucking snapped out if it...Now you're craving me to make you feel fully clean again, just like you were last week."
The first move was his. He had the only cure. She needed a hit. She needed his fix. He grabbed the back of her damp head and pulled her down to his lips, and any leftover feelings from the evening's earlier events evaporated as she crushed her lips to his and they explored each other's mouths with their tongues as she writhed on top of him. Jake had said everything he needed to say. Now he was going to let her use his cock to fuck the rest of the bad feelings out of her body.
And dear God in heaven, he was glad to.
He actively wanted her to be in control, and he let her be in control. She needed to feel in control again. He let her pull his pants down and off of his legs. He watched as she undid the belt of her robe, exposing her stomach and breasts. He let her guide his hard cock into her wet pussy, and held on for dear life as she rode him hard, her hands and nails ripping his shirt ever further as she lost herself in the connection with his body as she let her senses be overwhelmed in passion.
She came. And came again, letting out screams both times. And he willed his orgasm away every time it threatened to rush out of him. He held off until she was soaked in a sheen of sweat and exhausted. And as her movements slowed he held her by her waist and thrust himself into her and finally let his orgasm build. As he was about to burst, Amanda ground herself into him with renewed energy as her third climax surged through her and he relaxed and let her. After she came back down from the high he grabbed her by her waist and thrust himself in her and his cock erupted.
Despite her exhaustion, her entire body tensed as she felt the first jet of his seed. She threw her head back as the jets continued. Amanda's withdrawal was over. She'd been given her glorious fix and it healed her from the top of her head to the tips of her toes.
And then she leaned forward and met his eyes. And that was all. She didn't need to hear him say the words. He didn't need to say them. She'd needed to the morning after, only a week before. He'd needed to as well. Not tonight. Not tomorrow. Not even after it was done. Their bodies had more than said what needed to be said between them.
Next week that motherfucker was going to be sorry he'd ever been born.
And then he'd carried her to their bed and kissed her. And he'd turned out the lights. And he'd climbed into bed and he'd kissed her again. And as she always did, she pressed herself into him.
It wasn't enough. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly. Within minutes, Jake was comfortably asleep and Amanda was getting there.
But then, the voice spoke. She and Jake were not alone. For a being that seemingly liked to hear itself talk, tonight, it spoke very briefly, as if it had few words to say.
"I...Express my regret at what happened this evening. I will not call tonight's events an oversight. Granted, I only became aware by listening to your conversation just now, but I am not a voyeur. However, if it brings you any necessary peace, I want you to know completely that if I had any awareness at the time it occurred, or I had broken my own stance and witnessed it as it occurred, Morrison would have worn his intestines as a neck accessory. I am not merely displeased. I AM ENRAGED. I'd have been enraged if it had been any survivor here, but the fact that it happened to my favorite leaves me as incensed as when the buffoon called me a doorman. But we will address his punishment for that act in a moment."
And like Jake earlier, Amanda had no blame for the God either. It couldn't stop what it hadn't watched. And Amanda had made it clear that she was in charge, so it had no reason at all to suspect that for a brief moment, Frank owned her ass. All she felt was satisfaction that the being that was her friend was angered at what had happened and would have obliterated Morrison if it had known what he had done to her.
"I am incensed enough that I would end Morrison's existence in the realm as we speak. However, after witnessing your conversation before taking a temporary exit while you both engaged in intercourse, it is clear to me that even though you were hurt, you remain enraged. Taking that action is a course that I am now fully aware that you do not wish me to take."
"Absolutely," Amanda thought. "It makes me happy you would do that for me, but I haven't hurt him myself yet. I need to hurt him with my revelation before you end him. I want to let him feel victory as he seemingly watches me a second from killing Jake, before I pull the rug from under him and let him know every fucking thing he tried to manipulate me into was complete bullshit and I fucking ruined his life."
"That is precisely what I expected you to say, and thus, I am taking no action. Congratulations Amanda. This is the first time in the history of the realm that I am letting a human decide the correct course of action. Since I am unable to show any feelings of affection, I hope this gesture shows to you how highly I regard you, and how much you are appreciated."
It paused. "You and your husband have both allowed yourselves to be punished by a trial far beyond anything you should have in order to grant me the ability to treat Morrison's presence here as a mere oversight. It is a gesture that I will remember with fondness for the period of forever that you share this realm with me. You have assisted a stubborn God of your own free will. I am more than pleased. I am...Grateful to you both."
Amanda smiled. "Anything to help...A friend," she thought to it.
If it could have smiled, it would have. "As you have been wishing for the past several weeks, so it is granted. Morrison's existence in the realm will cease next week after you take your total revenge upon him. But your revenge will not be limited to merely revealing you destroyed his life. After the events which took place tonight, After the suffering you endured, I have come to a decision. I wish for you to take your ultimate revenge upon Morrison."
Amanda was quiet. She did not interrupt her all-powerful friend.
"I will personally take no action in his destruction. After you have revealed your efforts, you will use your blade, and as quickly or as slowly as you choose, you will then end his life yourself. When you are finished, I will cleanse this realm of his physical remains, and return them to the world he came from. If you wish to remove and keep remnants of his corpse as keepsakes or accessories for your neck, you may do so as well. Whatever remnants you want to butcher from his body will be yours to keep. I will dispose of whatever is left of the garbage. Now I will depart for now. You are tired, and I will leave you to your slumber and we will finalize the details of his destruction when you are fully rested. Good night, and rest well. I am...Proud."
And it was gone. Her heart felt warm after hearing the words her friend had spoken to her. Tomorrow, she knew she would celebrate being able to murder the man who had hurt her so much, and would relish the chance to butcher him and make him scream like he had made her do into his pillow. She would relish the knowledge that she would feel his hot blood splash on her. And to her complete surprise, in that moment, she relished that she was the Pig once more, and had the abilities to slaughter the fucker.
Tomorrow. She would do all that tomorrow. Tonight...She really and truly was just too fucking tired. But unlike earlier, she just needed a few hours or so. She was back in control, and would never relinquish it again. She would not sleep and sleep and sleep. No...She was going to make Frank Morrison beg her to kill him...Then make him wait.
She pressed her body into the warmth of the man she loved, and was completely at peace. Her eyes closed and she slept.