Reunited
Marty was completely unconscious. Peter carried her unceremoniously into a small shack in the middle of the woods. He lay her down none-too-gently upon a bed of animal pelts.
She awakened to the sight of Peter's horrid face. She was overpowered with the rotten stench of decaying animal flesh. She had no idea where he had taken her as her captor stood in the doorway, lighting a lantern.
"This cabin is deep in the woods," he said. "No one can hear your screams."
"No!' Marty cried out as she attempted to get up from the pile of pelts. Peter was far too fast. He would not let her go.
He shoved her back onto the pelts. She screamed as he tugged the hem of her nightgown up, past her knees.
"I can't wait to sink into that slick, hot, little pussy again!" he leered as he was drooling with lust.
"Please no!" Marty cried.
No one could hear Marty's screams or Peter's sexual threats. "You have the tightest, stickiest pussy I've ever fucked," he said. As he spoke, he assaulted her with his nasty, pungent breath.
He leaned over, his body so close to hers. She knew it was just a matter of moments before he raped her again. She had to think fast. She had to get away.
With escape on her mind, she reached for a rusty animal trap. It was lying close to the bed of animal furs. It was far too heavy, but the adrenaline gave her unusual strength. She was able to lift the metal trap high into the air. She used all her power to wound her assailant.
Peter screamed as the cold metal crashed into his nose. She felt satisfaction, seeing that she had bloodied his nose. Momentarily, she was able to scramble away from him as he clutched at his wounded nose.
Realizing that she was about to escape him, Peter acted fast. He had been brutal before, but now he was furious. "You'll be sorry for what you did, you little whore!" he yelled, slamming her down upon the floor. "I am going to hurt you FAR worse than you've hurt me!"
He tore at her nightgown and underthings, exposing her trembling flesh. He leered in the lantern light, seeing her nakedness. He tried to rape her again, but she fought him with all of her strength. She bit and clawed, tearing his skin with her nails. She wasn't about to let him hurt her again. Never... NEVER again.
Peter began slamming his fists into her like a madman. He was punching her all over, even the delicate flesh of her stomach when Todd and Larry came bursting in.
"Let her go!" Larry demanded.
Peter looked up, seeing the good doctor holding a gun. The man was a lifesaver. He would not hurt a flea. Peter was sure that Larry would never hurt him. The good doctor didn't have it in him.
Peter laughed hysterically. He tore through the fabric of Marty's nightgown. To Larry and Todd's horror, Peter reached into her bodice, fondling a breast. She howled loudly, trying to knee him between his legs. Her face was scratched and she was crying, but still she fought him with everything she had. She despised him with her every breath. She hoped she could scratch out his hate-filled eyes.
"Get your hands off her!" Todd yelled.
He approached his uncle and attacked him from behind. He knocked Peter off Marty and wrestled him to the floor. "Leave me alone, you puny little worm!" Peter growled.
He soon discovered that Todd wasn't puny by any means. It was the first time Todd had ever stood up to his uncle and punching him felt good. He lay into Peter with all his strength.
Todd's anger gave him the upper-hand for a moment, but Peter was about a foot taller. He was muscular and brawny from years of working on the farm. He had the strength of an angry grizzly bear. As Marty watched through her tears, Peter knocked Todd down and straddled him.
"You'll die like a disgusting maggot!" Peter bellowed.
He wrapped his hands tightly around Todd's throat, cutting off his airway. Todd struggled but he could not move. Peter's body was a huge, heavy weight. Todd felt consciousness fading as he labored to take in air. He was close to passing out when he heard the gunshot.
Larry had no other choice. Peter had been shot. He was bleeding to death on the floor as Todd regained his bearings.
He was still gasping, trying to take air into his depleted lungs. He was breathing heavily as he rushed to Marty's side. Very tenderly, he lifted her into his arms. "Marty," he said as he clutched her against his chest.
Marty tried to speak, but she couldn't. The pain and the trauma had been far too much. The last thing she saw before she fainted was Todd's worried face.