Pokemon Fan Fiction / Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ Commencment ❯ Commencment ( Chapter 3 )

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Ash watched in wonder as the color drained from Jesse's face and the lights slowly fade from her eyes. She had begun to sway heavily and her cries of pain had stopped. It was fascinating how she still continued to work at her cunt even though her life seemed to be drifting away. He rushed forward and caught her just as her legs gave out. He carefully laid her on the bed noting that her body was covered with a fine sheen of sweat. My god that had been magnificent, all of her pain and fear culminating to such a brilliant finish; Ash had been transported to new worlds of pleasure during Jesse's little show he had not even touched himself but already the wet spot on his jeans was growing. Ash sat slowly back down in his chair trembling with excitement and anticipation. He sat there quietly waiting for the time when Jesse would wake, for the time when he would finally take her and then he would ultimately slaughter her.

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Jesse awoke to the acrid odor of smelling salts. She felt weak and exhausted; her mind and body had endured more pain then anyone could have imagined and yet she was still awake and alert. Somehow she was still alive and for reasons beyond her stronger for it. She had survived what that depraved monster had done to her and now she knew he couldn't hurt her anymore. So with strength renewed Jesse opened her eyes, and found nothing but blackness.

"No you're not blind," Ash responded to her muffled screams "I simply blindfolded and gagged you. I thought it better if it was a surprise attack, if you get my meaning. The gag I regret as much as you I was so looking forward to hearing that lovely voice of yours crack as your screams tear your throat apart."

Jesse's `new found strength' vanished when as soon as Ash had opened his mouth. All the fear and horror of her abduction and subsequent beating came back in a crushing wave that washed away all hope, bravado, and toughness. Jesse was left without defense against what would soon be a very violent rape and murder. The fact that she didn't know whether she wanted to survive anymore was of little consequence to her now that there was no choice involved.

"It's about time we got started isn't it?" Ash asked mockingly as he began taking off his clothes.

While Jesse couldn't see him begin to disrobe she heard the rustle of fabric and the undeniable sound of a zipper going down. Panic suffused her very being and in one convulsive effort Jesse threw herself away from her foe and off the bed. It might have worked to, if only strong fabric hadn't been secured to her wrists and ankles. What actually happened was Jesse simply flopped up off the bed for moment then came back down with a heart wrenching and muffled cry of pain.

Ash laughed with evil pleasure at seeing her desperate and feeble attempts at escape.

Through his mirth he managed a response to her pain and confusion, "I took the liberty of restraining you but it does stimulate further to know there still some fight in you. Sadly I fear we may not have enough time together here for me to properly break you in. Yet I feel a time limit serves only to spice up an already enjoyable experience."

Jesse felt the bed dip where Ash had undoubtedly got on, she tried to force her knees together but she was tied spread eagle on her back and her thighs were held wide for the intruder. Surprisingly rough hands ran up her bare calves and shapely thighs. They skirted her swollen opening and traveled around to her tight buttocks. Jesse had always been proud of her legs and but all the walking she had done to team rockets limited budget had served to sculpt and tighten her body but now as she was being touched by this madman she cursed her lovely body. The hands, apparently, had no idea of this internal loathing for they slowly brushed across her taut stomach and glided up her full-sized breasts. They lingered here needing at first but then squashing and crushing her beautiful mounds; pinching and twisting the nipples roughly and without mercy. Her nipples, mindless things that they were, hardened and stood off her breasts under the violent stimulation. The hands framed her face, tracing the lines and curves that made up her identity. Finally they plunged into the silken fire that was her hair and yet here to they were forceful and uncaring as they began to pull hair hard enough to bring tears to her eyes.

A involuntarily shudder of revulsion shot through her body as one of the assaulting fingers lazily traced the lips around her vagina. Without preamble the vile thing rammed into her again and again, each time more vicious then the last it was as if it was stabbing her. Jesse screamed against her gag as pain raced to throughout her brain. Every moment was new agony as offending length of flesh and bone bore through her and its brethrens knuckled heads punched her already bruised and swollen lips. The darkness came faster this time and she gladly retreated into it, the wonderful numbing fog returning to cloud over her realty. She had almost completed surrender to the blissful lack of sensation when she was rudely slapped back into consciousness.

"Wake up bitch!" Ash roared as he brought his fist powerfully against her face; knocking off the blind fold. Even in his rage he was careful not to hit her temple or jaw these places would do more than jostle her brains, they might hasten her trip into mindless sleep and if he wanted to enjoy her as much as he could she had to be awake. After a few more solid hits accompanied by the dull sound of bone hitting flesh one of Jesse's eyes fluttered open. It could only be one of course because the other was already swelling shut from a particularly vicious blow delivered by Ash. "Enough foreplay," Ash screamed "time to finish this."

With that said Ash grabbed her roughly by the hips and pulled her in front of his extremely ready cock. Her restraints pulled cruelly at her arms as the fabric was stretched to its limits. Then without any more talk, threats, or menace Ash plunged himself to the hilt within Jesse.

Jesse dimly remembered that he had been small earlier but now it felt as if he was using his entire arm to drive into her. Jesse felt something deep within in her give way and then warm liquid was pouring from her. He either didn't notice or didn't care because if nothing he increased his already punishing pace. The pain overrode all conscious thought all sensation her world was pain and the center of that world was being assaulted by an unyielding animal. Jesse screamed and screamed, her eyes rolling madly in her head, until it felt as if her throat had actually burst. Her body racked with pain beyond description began to shudder and convulse of its own accord. Finally when Jesse who had endured more than any woman ever should was seconds from the brink, Ash shuddered against her and withdrew from the bleeding wound that had once been her womanhood.

Ash pulled himself out of Jesse, noting with no small amount of satisfaction that his penis was covered with blood. In his final moments it was her convulsing to the point of seizure that had done it for him. He was extremely content it had been absolutely everything he had thought it would be. Now looking over his work he felt himself growing hard again the eyes rolled back in her skull, the foam that was collecting at the corners of her gag, and the growing stain of blood that soaked into the linen on the bed.

Ash was contemplating the possibilities of forcing his dick into her mouth when the sound car coming down the street tore him away from his thoughts. It had happened before but now something was warning him of possible danger. Ash knelt there, in a pool of Jesse's blood, the sound building, waiting for it to fade away like all the others. There was a crunch of gravel as the vehicle turned off the road and onto the driveway. Headlights flashed across the windows of the bedroom as the car braked and the engine died. Ash was a blur of movement as he wiped the drying blood off his legs and groin, dressed turned off the light, and left the room. He ran as quietly as he could to the kitchen and the only phone in the house. With supernatural calm he silently went through the cabinets until he found what he was looking for. Moonlight glinted off the cold steel of the butcher knife Ash now wielded, then with the supreme confidence of the hunter assured of his kill he waited for the prey.

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"Home at last," the young man said as he locked his car and switched the keys from his right to left hand. He walked up to the door to his home, keys already held out to unlock it. However, the door was already open. Adrenaline flowed into his blood, as he noticed the broken pane of glass near the lock. More out of stupidity than any real form of bravery he entered the house and slowly began looking for anything missing. He was half way through his search when the thought that he might not be alone entered his mind. A sound had emanated from deeper within the house, a sound that reached him while he was searching his den. Quickly he scanned the room for a weapon and his eyes fell onto his fourth place baseball trophy, seizing it he left the room with more caution now. The sound had come from somewhere near his bedroom and while slowly moving towards the unknown he reflected on just how strange this all seemed. All that he had found missing was a chair, some curtains in the living room, and a towel out of his bathroom. As he approached the bedroom he saw that the lights were off and the door was ajar barely revealing the darkened interior. Shifting the trophy from his left hand to his right, he slowly reached into the room and flicked on the light.

Jesse had regained consciousness only a few minutes earlier to find the room dark and she alone. Not knowing why she was alone and in the dark she was racked with indecision, and a great deal of pain. Finally with the philosophy that knowing was better than not knowing she had groaned loudly through her gag only to get no response. The tension grew as no response came; until finally the lights went on and the door slowly began to open.

`Oh god, please don't tell me he back for more' she pleaded inside her head. So, light headed and dreading the out come; she waited for what seemed like eternity for the door to open. When it finally did open, it revealed a tall man with short cut black hair and a boyish face. He wasn't thin but he wasn't muscular either just sort of average, he wore a white button up shirt and black khakis. On his left wrist he wore a cheap watch and in his right hand he brandished what looked absurdly like a sports trophy.

To Jesse though he could easily have been the proverbial knight in shining armor; relief washed over her in vast soothing waves as she relaxed her body and lay her head down on the bed. She was safe and it was over that's all that mattered now. She may not be ok but the pain was over and that's all she could really ask.

Jesse missed the part where her hero went white as a sheet dropped his weapon and unceremoniously vomited on his carpet. To his credit though he recovered quickly and approached the bed with horror etched in his face. How had she gotten here, why was she here, but more importantly what on earth had done this to her, her skin was a raw red from where her bonds had been attached, her face was covered in bruises, her left eye was swollen shut, her abdomen was covered in navy blue bruises, her breasts were covered in black and blue finger prints, the nipples bearing the marks of more than a few less than playful bites, and worst of all blood was slowly oozing from her womanhood. She must have been beautiful he thought as surveyed the human wreckage on his bed. When her remaining eye locked with his, vivid blue against his more mundane brown he knew she needed help. Carefully as if she was a china doll and might break at the slightest prompting, he removed her restraints, noting they were the same pattern as his missing curtains, and her gag. She tried to say something but her face was to decimated to form words and he felt tears begin at the corners of his eyes as he gently lay her head on a pillow.

`Thank god. Thank god. Thank god. Thank god. Thank god. Thank god." Was all Jesse could think or feel as he removed gag and bonds. She tried to thank him but her tongue was swollen from dehydration, she hadn't had anything to drink since following Ash into the woods, and her throat burned in protest of forming words. He lay her head upon a pillow and then he covered her naked body with a blanket. Afterwards he stood and started to leave the room. She tried to scream `Don't go! Don't leave me!' but only managed a low pitiful moan that somehow conveyed all that she wanted to say because he returned to her side.

He was on his way to the kitchen with intentions of calling an ambulance when she moaned, a wretched, pitiable sound that tore at his heart. He paused in the door way and remembered that he hadn't paid his phone bill in a month anyway. He crossed the room and knelt at her side; with infinite care he slowly raised her off the bed and into his arms. He was amazed by how little she weighed and by how alarmingly pale she had become. Thus murmuring words of comfort and encouragement he carried her back to his car. Knowing that sitting was out of the question he laid her across the back seat and rapped the blanket as tightly as he dared around her. He climbed into the front seat and set off for the hospital, going as quickly as he dared fearful of aggravating her injuries with a wild car ride.

Jesse's savior would never know how close he came to death that night as Ash watched the cars retreating tale lights from the kitchen window. All the while he wondered why the stranger hadn't used the phone that was hanging on the wall beside him.

Well ladies and gentlemen that's all for now hope you enjoyed it.