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she was an inflatable doll and
tossed her over his shoulder, carrying her away to tie her to a
tree. The latter grabbed Merry by the ankle and dragged her
caveman-style across the clearing, face down in the dirt.
    The others waited until after Billy had
announced that Jodie was his chosen playmate. None of them
challenged him. Jodie decided that Billy was the leader of this
pack of human sharks because he was the toughest, smartest and
deadliest by far, and the rest of the gang was justifiably afraid
of him.
    Billy knelt down on one knee beside Jodie, a
commando knife in his hand, his flashlight blindingly in her eyes.
“Now, cutie-pie, what’s your name, an’ how old are you? You look
mebbe fifteen, if that, but somethin’ tells me you’re older’n
that.” He flipped her over onto her back and began to cut away her
shirt with the blade whispering against her flesh as he cut through
the cloth.
    “My name is Jodie,” she answered, trying not
to allow fear show in her voice. She suspected that a man like
Billy would want to terrorize his victims before he killed them,
and he would want to keep her alive until he had fully savored her
fear. “I’m a lot older than I look, you’re right about that. I’m
actually twenty-four, and very experienced at sex. I’ll be happy to
give you a great fuck, the best you ever had, and you don’t need to
hurt me.”
    “Huh. Is that a fact?” Billy asked. He drew
back his boot and kicked Jodie in the midsection, explosively
driving all the air out of her lungs and making her double up in
helpless agony. He pulled her halfway from the ground by her hair
with effortless strength, as she retched and fought to make her
battered diaphragm start to function again. “I hope that’s not yer
best offer, ’cos I plan to hurt you plenty, an if you don’t gimme
the best fuck I ever had, why, I’ll hurt you lots worse.” He
resumed plying the knife, cutting away Jodie’s trousers and panties
with a few apparently careless but actually precise strokes of the
razor-sharp blade, scoring her thighs with long, shallow cuts. When
he was done, Jodie’s clothing had been reduced to a ragged ring of
cloth around one ankle, and the collar of her shirt, and there were
thin trails of blood running down her legs where he had cut her.
Other than the few scraps that were the remnants of her clothing,
she was nude.
    Billy dragged her along the ground to the
base of a convenient tree. He tied a slipknot around a head-high
limb, and then looped the other end around one of Jodie’s ankles.
Then he hauled her up with the rope until she was dangling inverted
from the branch, her head three feet above the ground, breathing
raggedly.
    The tree was a spruce, and the branch from
which Jodie was suspended was, consequently, quite springy. So
instead of merely hanging upside down with a fiery ball of pain
burning in her midsection from being kicked, she was also bobbing
up and down on the evergreen branch like some kind of bizarre toy
store Christmas display.
    Billy placed his light on the ground, and
then opened his pants. He steadied Jodie’s body with his hand,
stopping the bouncing motion, for which small favor she was
grateful. He stood about an inch from her face and pressed the edge
of his blade against her throat.
    “Now sweetheart, if you plan to go on livin’
much longer, you’ll open that pretty little mouth a yours and start
suckin’ on me,” he said.
    Jodie opened wide. She did her best to give
him as much pleasure as possible, which, even in this inverted
position, was considerable. Bill was well endowed, but Jodie was
experienced in handling greater length and girth, and he presented
no problem for her. The only unusual thing about this one was the
terrible taste, the worst she had ever encountered, reminding her
of spoiled meat. Billy, it seemed, was not a fanatic about personal
hygiene. It was difficult for her to suppress a powerful urge to
vomit.
    Bill held her by the ears, using these