Survival Of The Fittest

((continued from Dropping the Soap))

Jessa had made it safely away from the bathroom complex, which she was still amazed at. For some reason the giant had suddenly lost interest in her and gone for the two chumps who'd been buttfucking in the shower. She hadn't stuck around to see what would happen, obviously.

'Whatever,' she thought, trying to ignore her sore feet. She'd been walking for a while now and so far hadn't so much as seen another human being. 'I hope they're all dead.'

Once or twice she'd heard gunshots, but they'd sounded far away. Still, they hadn't helped calm her nerves. Somehow she'd thought that playing the game would've been any less terrifying than refusing to. Wrong. Dead wrong.

She wasn't going to panic though; she'd been in bad situations before. Granted, this was just worse than all of them put together, but she was a tough chick. She'd resist like a cornered animal, so long as that empowering adrenaline kept pushing itself through her bloodstream.

'Wish I wasn't...'

"...so fucking horny," she whispered to herself, rubbing the goosebumps on her neck feverishly as she made her way toward the small cottage just ahead. The adrenaline high certainly hadn't been kind to her hypersexual libido. She desperately wanted--needed--to scratch the itch, as it were, but she couldn't very well do it out in the open where anyone could just fucking jump her. Plus there were cameras everywhere. She might've been essentially condemned to die, but she wasn't about to say "fuck it" and put on a show for the whole goddamn world.

'Wouldn't mind getting some action though,' she thought, dangerous as it was. The notion of hooking up in a place like this thrilled her in the usual spot, certainly more than flying solo, but she was dying for anything. She quickened up her pace toward the cottage, which was quiet and didn't seem inhabited. She hopped the low fence.

Of course, she wasn't going to just stroll in. Jessa was the very definition of cautious in her approach, peeking in the windows (one was open, although the heavy curtains were closed and she wasn't about to disturb them lest someone be in there) and listening closely for the slightest noise. She noticed some debris here and there, which she couldn't quite make out. Finally she ventured into the front door, the glass shard raised and her eyes darting back and forth in search of players. She searched the kitchen (of course there were no convenient kitchen knives lying around; dammit), the dining room, the bathroom, bedroom, nothing. No one. The house was clear.

Turned out the random debris were the remains of smashed cameras, some of them more subtle than others, but all the same someone had taken care to rid the house of them. Why? Fuck, she didn't know. It was fishy, anyway.

It also presented an opportunity that crawled its way into Jessa's head and stroked at her brain with velvet fingers.

Not even needing a second to think about it, she hastily locked the front door and headed back into the bedroom, locking that door as well. She noticed it wasn't as stuffy as the rest of the place, and besides, this was the most appropriate place to do it anyway. She scanned the room; the curtains were drawn, a handful of smashed cameras were strewn about, this was as good a place as any to get some goddamn relief.

"...Shit," she grumbled out loud as it suddenly dawned on her she needed to use the bathroom. She quickly zipped out of the room impatiently and got that out of the way, rushing back in with the excitement of a child at Christmas and locking the door again. Jessa set her glass shard down on the wooden end table and sat heavily down on the soft bed, laying back with a comfortable sigh. It was actually pretty enticing even to go to sleep, but that was easily much more risky. On top of that, she doubted she could sleep given the state she was in.

She was also feeling the need for a cigarette, but that also seemed quite doubtful at the moment.

Had she been sure no one would intrude (in which case she could promptly bolt) Jessa would've taken off her shoes, but she at least allowed herself to get a little more comfortable by taking off her light sweater. She adjusted the straps on her tanktop, allowing her shoulders to breathe. That was better.

'...Actually, fuck it,' she decided, kicking off her shoes and wiggling her toes as the refreshing air got between them. The front door was locked after all; she'd have plenty of time to get her shit together if anyone showed up. She took a deep breath as she undid her jeans, her senses on fire with anticipation.

'Finally.'

Jessa closed her eyes, breathing excitedly as she slid a hand down her belly and underneath the suffocating elastic of her underwear.

"Oh wow," she barely whispered as her index finger made contact with its intended target and rewarded her with the first little tingle of pleasure. The wait had been unbearable, but there was certainly no denying that her patience had payed off. She began working her fingers slowly underneath the turquoise fabric, biting her lip and exhaling heavily through her nostrils as the pleasure greatly increased. Her other hand wanted something to do as well and brushed the left of her ample breasts lightly. She skimmed her fingers over her tanktop at first, growing quickly impatient with that since one particularly erogenous spot underneath begged for attention. She squeezed firmly, which was timed well with the work of her fingers down south and caused a slight moan to escape her lips.

'Wish I hadn't left Speedy behind,' she reflected upon ditching her bag and consequently her favorite travel-size toy. She wondered if James had happened upon it. That would've been pretty funny actually.

"Ooooh," she abruptly moaned louder, pursing her full red lips and shutting her eyes tighter as Michael Hardy popped into her head and promptly shoved James out. She pictured his hands operating in substitute for hers as her north hand crept under the bottom of her tank and crawled up under her bra. She wasn't surprised to find her nipple erect, and thought of Mike's handsome lips as she teased it between her index and thumb, writhing on the bed and pushing herself slowly but surely toward orgasm. Jessa had quite an imagination for these things, which had many times in the past led right back to where she was now.

...Masturbating that is, not stuck on an island full of killers.

The announcements came on and startled her. She shot her eyes open quickly, her heart racing, but after a moment she scoffed and relaxed back into her groove as the dead were listed off. She heard her name once, which normally would have elicited a mental note to give anyone who didn't know her a fake name, although right now her mind was elsewhere.

There was only one dangerzone, the northern shore, and Jessa smiled as this was announced. She wouldn't be interrupted at least. With an intensely aroused sigh she rolled over onto her stomach and arched her back, moving against the rhythm of her fingers as Danya droned on about what-fucking-ever.

((Continued from Lady So Divine))


Melina slinked out of the shrubbery and into the open area beside the cottage. Melina looked about the area, seeing nothing that could be construed as an enemy in sight. She wondered what had become of her Poison Angles, but she pushed the thought from her mind. They'd catch up eventually. She needed to set up camp here while she waited.

Melina sauntered over to the cottage and wiggled the front handle. Locked. That was strange. Melina decided to check it out. She wandered around the wooden building and started to hear strange sounds. She moved to an open window and listened. It was the sound of someone moaning. She smiled darkly. It was time for Melina to have some fun.

She grabbed the chain and saw, setting her bags on the ground just outside the window. They were perfectly fine where they were. She had no need of bringing them inside with her. Melina slinked inside the window, careful not to make a sound. The site almost made her laugh.

It was a girl whose name she was almost sure was Jessa. Jessa was laying face down on the bed. Her hand shoved down her pants and her moans of pleasure not leaving much to the imagination. Melina smirked. She carefully tip toed towards the bed and took her saw to the girls neck. She pressed in a bit, jolting the girl.

"Oh… don't mind me babe. Just keep going. It's quite the show you know." She giggled. Her knee was now on the bed, and her hand with the chain resting on Jessa's back. Her saw was pressed against the other girl's jugular. One wrong move on Jessa's part, and it would be her last. Melina was in the mood for some fun. Jessa was good enough.

Jessa was starting to feel the gauge fill when her eyes shot open again, her blood running as cold as the serrated metal that brushed against her neck. The shocked realization that there was even someone in the room, let alone right next to her...let alone catching her in the act...ceased her hand moving, and the moan she'd been right in the middle of turned sharply into a cry of surprise.

"Ohhh--woah, shit!!"

The initial shock wrenching her out of the zone, Jessa's mind raced. How the fuck could anyone have gotten in? The doors were fucking locked! The--

'Oh fuck me, the window!' Those goddamn curtains. She'd forgotten. There wasn't so much as a fucking breeze either. Shit. Fucking shit.

Jessa froze like a deer caught in headlights, fearfully anticipating the sting of the blade followed by a torrent of deep red. Instead she was surprised to hear the husky voice of another girl mocking her. Jessa's face flushed; she would have cracked the bitch one if she wasn't in this embarrassing predicament.

A hefty weight dropped on the small of her back with a metallic jingling, and the box springs creaked as the intruder joined her on the bed. Jessa's expression became one of confusion. She didn't dare turn to look at the other girl. She didn't even dare pull her hand out of her pants. Was she fucking serious? The glass shard was easily out of reach, leaving her without any other immediate option but to pose the question: "Are you on crack??"

Melina Chuckled at the girl's reaction. It was expected. Melina wasn't surprised that the girl was completely dumbfounded at Melina's original response. However, Melina was in full control here, and she assumed that this girl was just too stupid to realize that. Melina wanted to have fun before her angles arrived, and thus, she had to drive her authority home, hard. Melina pushed the serrated edge into Jessa's neck a bit more, so that it cut into her skin just a bit.

"Hehe… you listen to me… do as I say, and you may just live through this, babe… Now continue… Do it now…" She laughed sadistically and awaited her captive's reactions.

"Jesus, fuck!" she cried as the teeth of the unseen instrument dug into her skin. Much as she would have loved to, Jessa was helpless to retaliate as she felt a drop of blood run slowly down her neck. What made the situation easily worse was that she hadn't climaxed and was actually still aching for it, as if the girl toying with her knew that anyway. Spreading the fingers on her free hand and holding it up as high as she could given her position, Jessa appealed to her in a wavering tone. "Ok, ok..."

'Fucking dyke...you wait, I'll fuck your shit up.'

The notion of faking it crossed her mind, although she'd never bothered to try getting any good at such a practice. Whenever a guy had failed to perform with her he'd gotten the boot, even if no one else was available for a booty call. Did that make her a cold bitch? She didn't think so; any guy worth the salt in his rocks knew sex was all about the woman.

Not like it'd be hard; if she did fake, would the bitch be able to tell?

'Fuck no. I'm not diddling myself for this stupid cunt.' She was never the bitch with a guy, no fucking way would she be with a chick. Jessa took a deep breath and let it out sharply. She began to moan a bit, writhing slowly as she did her best imitation of what she'd been doing moments ago. She hoped the bitch'd buy it.

Melina huffed when the girl did a piss poor job at attempting to fake an orgasm. Melina got pissed at this. She raised the fist with the chain wrapped around it and slammed it none too gently into the middle of Jessa's shoulder blades. She then pushed the saw against her neck again.

"Now, now darling… I never said you could fake it… faking it makes me really pissed off. You don't want me to get pissed of, because if I do, then I'll rip you're scrawny little neck right from your shoulders." Melina seethed.

"Now fucking do it right, you're ruining my fun…" Melina had complete control in this situation. One wrong move, and Jessa was as good as dead.

The fake didn't fly. Moments after beginning her attempt to save what little face she could Jessa was rapped forcefully between her shoulder blades. She grunted in pain and clenched her teeth angrily, but said anger paled in comparison to her fear of the girl pressing that jagged weapon into the side of her throat. It was that easy to tell? It was that...fucking, necessary that she humiliate herself like this?

Maybe the girl was bluffing. Of course, maybe the girl was bat-shit crazy. All Jessa could do was cooperate and hope some blessed opportunity presented itself to escape, as much as it killed her to bitch out. She'd always been the dominant type, and it infuriated her to no end that the tables had been turned by this stupid cunt.

'Can't believe I'm doing this...' she thought bitterly as her reluctant fingers began to move again. She wasn't as close as she'd been before the bitch had interrupted her, but Jessa found herself easily more sensitive from the earlier action. 'I'm going to get you back for this you psycho dyke.'

Could she keep quiet? The answer was a definite no, given her heightened sensitivity, her adrenaline-quivering fingers, and that part of her still relished the pleasure.

"...Ah--!"

That bitch. Goddamn her. Jessa's mind teemed with ideas of exacting revenge upon her persecutor, all of which proved effective catalysts in her efforts. Her fingers became more and more intense in their stroking, and she clutched at the sheets with her free hand as she sailed right past her previous checkpoint. Was that enough? Would the cocksucker give it a goddamn rest already? Jessa slowed a touch in hopes that her humiliating submission had been sufficient, but no such luck. No signal to stop, and she was pretty sure that neither was there a signal to continue. She'd used up all of the other girl's patience.

She felt the water in the well climb steadily higher as she continued, and in response her breathing became heavier and her moaning became more urgent. She began to grind harder into her hand, the unsettling feeling of pleasuring herself in front of this girl giving way to the much more unsettling feeling of climaxing in front of this girl.

"Shit..."

"Oh, shit....."

"Anhhh, you bitch," she snarled in dismay, having just crossed the point of no return. Now the carnal side of her was so into it that her fingers raced, the moment almost managing to block out her situation and how dirty she felt. At least she was getting what she'd wanted so badly.

She felt a solid orgasm building up inside of her from between her hips. She squirmed under the weight of the other girl, her thighs squeezing together tightly as she drew nearer. She didn't know why she felt the need to inform her captor of her progress; likely because she was so used to announcing it under more consensual circumstances. Old habits. "Oh god--oh, I'm gonna cum...you fucking bitch.."

'Oh my god, it just had to be a big one didn't it...'

"Shit...ohhh shit.....I'm cumming..." Jessa's world went white. An explosion of heavy pleasure rocked her body and forced her mouth open so an intense moan of arrival could escape. The fantastic feeling circulated through her shortly, forcing out one last moan before finally fading out entirely.

"Oh...shit..." Jessa's fingers slowed and finally ceased. It felt moist between her thighs; she didn't have to look to see that she'd creamed her underwear.

The girl began to do exactly as Melina asked of her. This was the kind of thing Melina thrived on. The power. She felt no pleasure at all from the girl's actions in and of themselves, but it was the fact that Melina was FORCING her to do the actions that made Melina's skin crawl with pleasure. Melina watched gleefully as the girl began to grind into her hand. She was sure getting into it. Freak. Melina wasn't finished yet however. The girl finally reached her climax, Melina giggled.

"OH my… you looked like you were having a blast!" She smiled darkly. "But, who says it has to stop there?" Melina grabbed the other girl by the shoulders and flipped her onto her back. She grabbed the girl's arms and brought them up to the headboard. She used the chain around her wrist to tightly bind the girl's wrists to the headboard, restricting her movement.

"It's time for some extra fun dollface. And remember… if you try to fight it…" She grazed the serrated edge of the saw against Jessa's right cheek. "I'll gut you like a pig." She grinned and began to slowly move her empty hand down Jessa's body, caressing her breasts and tweaking her nipples. She moved her hand down to the girl's waist. Melina smirked as she dove her hand into the girl's panties, pushing two of her fingers into the girl, massaging her clitoris with a third finger.

"Having fun yet?" She said with a sadistic sparkle in her eyes.

The euphoria of Jessa's orgasm faded and she became full of vengeful anger again as the other girl condescended to her. Why hadn't she remembered that fucking window? She would've kicked herself but the bitch was blocking her legs from her ass.

"...But who says it has to stop there?"

'What--?'

She felt unseen hands grip her shoulders suddenly and turn her over onto her back, startling and confusing her. The real surprise, though, stemmed more from her captor's words. Jessa could only assume this would get much worse.

The girl looming over her had fiery red hair and pale skin; Jessa immediately recognized her from Southridge but had no idea what her name was. Somehow coming face to face with her heightened Jessa's embarrassment, seeing as how she looked relatively harmless (save for that malevolent grin) and had managed to take such advantage of her.

The bitch's weapon, a saw of some kind, was pressed up against Jessa's cheek as her one hand was pulled from her underwear and pinned along with the other behind her. The notion to attack arose the moment the other girl released her hands, but that saw was in too terrible a position for her to attempt anything. Jessa lay motionless, her eyes fixed on the weapon as the redhead went about binding her wrists.

She worked with startling efficiency, and in a matter of seconds had chained Jessa's arms tightly to the headboard behind her. She froze and held her breath, not knowing what to expect but trying to focus on any way she could possibly escape. The girl threatened her again with the saw, and Jessa bit her tongue and nodded reluctantly in response. Babe...Dollface...those terms of endearment were really getting under her skin. If she got out of this she'd tear the bitch a new one.

'Don't let her enjoy it,' she resolved inwardly. Holding her breath was giving her a headache, so she resumed breathing shakily. With a grin that nearly stopped Jessa's heart the redhead began touching her, caressing and fondling over her tanktop and making her body burn with want. Jessa's breasts had always been her Achilles heel; they were very sensitive and susceptible to manipulation. Often Jessa would find herself straddling a pillow and teasing them if she happened to feel the itch whilst having some time on her hands. It drove her wild, made her want to explode. Guys always went after them in bed, of course--guys were guys--but she'd always valued her dominant position too much to melt and become obedient.

She still did, and held strong as the redhead felt her up, although Jessa very nearly gasped aloud when the goddamn bitch pinched her nipples. That sex-crazed part of her wanted to announce her weakness and delve into the immense pleasure that would follow, as she'd been tempted to before under more consensual circumstances, but she managed to hold it in.

Jessa would've breathed a sigh of relief when her captor's hand moved south, but then again it was fairly obvious where that was headed. It stalled on her belly. Jessa's eyes moved from her own body and met with the other girl's, hoping but very much doubting that she would suddenly snort and exclaim, "Just kidding!"

Her mouth shot open as the hand in question disappeared under her panties and penetrated her with its fingers. Another digit began massaging her clit, exponentially increasing the pleasure and in a few short seconds forcing a moan of protest up her throat if just as a last-ditch effort to keep from giving in.

"Having fun yet?"

"Oh--God...Stop......Stop!"

Melina smiled wickedly when her ministrations had their desired effect. The girl was all but whiting beneath her. She chuckled slightly and moved the hand with the saw to pinch the girl's nipples as she was masturbating her. The girl looked like she was about to start foaming at the mouth. It was priceless. It was when the girl started yelling for her to stop that she took a moment of pause. Melina smiled. It was always better to make them want for more, after all. She chuckled and removed her hand from the girl's pants.

"So sorry babe… what was that?"

She smiled darkly and threw the saw to the side. Sh began to knead the other girl's breasts, slowly at first, gently, elicting a delectible responce from the other girl. She giggled and slid her hands up the girl's Tank Top, groping her breasts and pinching her pert nipples.

"I want you to beg me... beg me to finish you off... beg me to make you cum... I want to hear you beg babe... beg me..." She whispered seductively into the other girl's ear. She them began to nibble on her earlobe, hoping to entice a moan from the other girl.

"Beg me sweetheart... beg me for release..." She muttered as she pushed the girl's shirt up and pulled her ample breasts free from the confinds of her bra. She took on nipple to her lips and began to nibble on it lightly.

"So sorry babe, what was that?" Christ, why was everything echoing in Jessa's head all of a sudden? She was beginning to feel light-headed from this. The bitch had actually complied with her urgent request, her thrusting and massaging fingers relenting, but Jessa knew better than to suppose she was done with her...especially given that she still had that goddamn grin on her face.

Jessa was breathing heavy, and tried to calm herself before piping up uneasily, "..I said, uh...stop....?"

The other girl discarded the saw absentmindedly, her eyes fixed on Jessa, whose mind filled to the brim with horrible possibilities; some sexual, more than a few quite violent, and even some that overlapped column A with B.

'Jesus Christ...someone fucking help me,' she thought to herself, squeezing her eyes shut tight. She flinched and the tiniest cry of peril escaped her lips as her now unseen captor laid her hands on her...

...On her tits?

Yes, her tits. Jessa's eyes opened and she blinked as her head swam in confusion; this chick was definitely bat-shit insane. Be that as it was, she was still a wicked tease and now she was all over Jessa's buttons.

Jessa's mouth eased opened slowly as the other girl kneaded her breasts, and try as she might she couldn't stop her increasingly heavy breathing as her most vulnerable erogenous zones were provided with more and more attention. The girl's hands crawled up her tank-top and scuttled under her bra, forcing a miserable coo past Jessa's lips as she pinched her sensitive nipples. Jessa's hips became restless of their own accord, and she began squirming as her heavy breaths turned into quiet moans.

'Holy fucking shit...oooooh my gaaaawd, that's so good...' Jessa was horrified to find herself immensely wanting stimulation back in her undies. Her body tingled. She could barely think straight; she was sinking in a sea of moist pleasure.

The girl's lips hovered by Jessa's ear. "I want you to beg me..." she whispered gleefully, reiterating in a score of different ways as she nibbled on the lobe and drew a gasp from her intensely aroused victim.

"...Oh, woah. No. No-no-no..." Jessa could only lie back and plead with the other girl as she pulled her tank up over her heaving chest, exposing her turquoise bra. This was killing her; she didn't know how much longer she could resist. The answer turned out to be--as the other girl pulled the cups to either side and pressed her warm, wet lips to one of Jessa's nipples--a little over ten seconds.

"Ohhh shit...please, stop..." Jessa whimpered, but of course the other girl didn't let up. After a moment or two she felt the girl sucking on her teat, followed by the sudden presence of her merciless hands groping along on both, all but blowing Jessa's mind and amplifying her ecstatic moans tenfold. The other girl was sure to give righty the same treatment as well.

"Oh, my gawwwwd..."

That was it; that was the breaking point. Jessa succumbed.

"Ok, please...do it..."

The suckling continued.

"Oh my fucking god, please!...I can't take this...oh my--oh my god, oh Jesus Fucking Christ please fuck me," she moaned urgently, deeply ashamed of bitching out but definitely more deeply under the girl's spell. The suckling continued still, driving Jessa insane with lustful desire. She desperately wanted--needed--to get off; the dyke bitch had her right where she wanted her. "Oh god I wanna cum...Please, oh my fucking god...Fuck me, I wanna cum so fucking bad!"

((Sorry for the wait! >_< I got distracted...))

Melina smiled inwardly as the girl's defenses began to automatically crumble under her menstruations. The girl couldn't stop herself. She began to beg for it. Just like Melina wanted her to do. She moved her face away from her breasts and smiled darkly at the other girl. She giggled and moved some of the girl's hair away from her sweat-soaked face.

"Well… if you insist babe…" She climbed off the other girl and scanned the room with her eyes to find a suitable replacement for a dildo. When she spotted it, she couldn't help but to grin.

Melina sauntered over to a small desk in the room and grabbed a thin vase from it's surface. She dumped the contents, a few fake flowers, onto the desk and turned to the girl. She waved it in the air and smiled at her.


"Hehe, I hope you like them thick." She walked back over to the bed and ripped the girl's pants down to her knees. She soon did the same to her soaked panties. She put the base of the vase at the other girl's entrance and began to push. She smirked and pushed it in a bit harder. It slid in about two inches. Melina began to fondle the girl's breasts with her free hand as she pushed the vase in and out of the other girl's vagina.

"Come on honey… cum for me…. Come for me baby… do it…" She giggled like a child who just got it's candy as she manipulated the girl to her will. Melina smiled and began to push harder into the girl's body. Melina felt herself getting worked up over this. The power. She loved it. She began to feel herself getting hot.

She grabbed the girl and tossed her over so that she was on her knees and Melina was behind her. She shoved the vase back into the girl's vagina and pumped it in and out. She roughly grabbed her exposed breasts and fondled them. She leaned her body over the other girl's and began to whisper into her ear.

"Yeah… you like that? Yeah… Moan for me babe… moan…. Cum for me… come one… do it… yeah…. Do it!" She began to breathe heavily as she heard the girl's orgasm building up. She was getting worked up over this. This was quite the fun little distraction. She couldn't care less about the game or the poison Angles at this point, all she cared about was the raw power she had over this girl.

"Cum for me… come on!"

Jessa flinched when the girl touched her face to brush her hair off her forehead. She'd never been more humiliated in her life. Her captor taunted her again and, to her confusion, left her momentarily to retrieve a vase off the desk.

'What the fucking fuck is she doing now...'

"Hehe, I hope you like them thick."

Jessa's eyes went wide as she immediately caught on. "Oh my gawwd..." she droned, laying her head back onto the pillow and resigning herself to her fate. This was some kind of cruel cosmic joke, wasn't it; she wanted action, and she was getting action. Jessa didn't bother protesting as the other girl quickly relieved her of her pants and underwear.

After what seemed like a lifetime of conflicted anticipation the vase finally slid a few inches into her. Jessa rolled her eyes into the back of her head and let out a wavering moan as the girl commenced fucking her with the phallic object, becoming more and more vocal with each intensifying thrust. She beckoned Jessa to come, and Jessa was gladly ready to oblige as she bucked her hips against the vase pleasuring her.

She was at the foot of Mt Climax when the crazy bitch suddenly turned her over again and brought her up onto her knees. Jessa was so far into it at this point that nearly all she felt was dirty excitement; she was actually starting to get off on this. The girl grabbed a handful of Jessa's breast and began pumping the vase into her pussy again, whispering into her ear seductively and forcing louder, more distressed moans from her. Distress primarily because the orgasm building up inside her was stronger, more intense than any she'd ever felt before. It began to really surprise her about the moment her toes started to tingle. "W-w-w-oah..."

"...oh my god..."

"Oh..my...gaaAAaawwd! Oh my god, oh my god, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, OH MY FUCKING GOD I'M CUMMING...!" Jessa cried out as the colossal orgasm rocked her from head to toe. She held on for dear life and rode it out for nearly a quarter-minute, although it felt like an eternity before the motherfucker finally subsided, leaving her sweaty and breathless and above all heavily satisfied. The notion of what the girl behind her would do to her now that this crazy shit was over didn't even poke through her fuzzy cloud of ecstasy. "Holy...shit......"

Melina climbed off the bed, completely satisfied with the outcome of her "fun". It only now, after coming down from her power high, that the rest of the poison angles had yet to arrive at the cottage. She had given the girls explicit details to come to the cottage should they get separated on the run out of the danger zone. She sighed and grabbed her saw from the ground. She then went over to the girl and unbound her hands. She once again rolled up the chain around her wrist.

"Darling, I suppose you should get dressed now… It's not like you can just walk around Like that. Oh, and by the way… welcome to my harem. You'll be staying with my group from now on. You're fun. Hehe!" She giggled. It wasn't as if the girl had any other choice in the matter.

Melina decided it would be in her best interest to wait for the Angles outside the cottage. After all, they couldn't very well see her if she was inside, now could they? Melina smirked at the other girl.

"Meet me outside when you're done cleaning up. By the way, My name's Melina… you can tell em yours when we get outside. Oh… and if you try to run… I'll hunt you down and make you feel every ounce of pain when I kill you." Melina smiled again and left the room. She unlocked the front door and walked outside. Melina walked around the building to collect her Bags. She swung them over her shoulder, and went to wait for her group in front of the cottage.

(Madison Conner continued from Day by Day)

Madison Conner wanted to hurt something. The temptation was ringing at her door, pounding at it. Simon's sudden death had raised her anger at an alarming rate… but she really didn't seek to kill Darnell. All things considered, Simon's death was an accident: Darnell wasn't seeking to harm anyone and Madison couldn't begin to tell herself otherwise. Despite this Madison was still angry. Very, very angry. Why couldn't Simon had been smart and just kept his mouth shut? Darnell wasn't going to hurt him… well, that wasn't his intention at least. Now Madison was all alone, with no allies whatsoever. She didn't want to kill... but it wasn't a question of whether she wanted to. It was a question of if she had to kill. And the answer was a simple yes. She had to. But not now. When she had to she would... but no. Not now. She would fight it. She wouldn't just give in so easily like everyone else had.

It was… lonely. The cabin looked like it had no real friends to talk to. The look, the shape of the building made the whole thing very depressing. Madison felt sorry for it, as though it was going through the same struggles as she. She wanted to say something along the lines of "It's alright, don't worry. You and I, we're friends. There's nothing to be afraid about." This was, of course, if it could actually reply to her. Madison hadn't been running for very long until she came upon the Cottage and it appeared as void of people as Madison had predicted.

Well… it's not like anyone else is here… Madison thought to herself, walking past the small ditches that were made in the ground and up to the door. She jiggled the handle, finally noticing that it was locked. Locked? Why would the door be- This was when Madison could hear noises. What kind of noises they were, she had no clue… but they sounded like voices. There was only one conclusion that Madison could gather: that someone was inside the cabin. It made Madison hesitate: Other people? This couldn't be anything good. No good at all. Madison moved away from the door quickly….

About a minute before there was a noise at the door. It made her nearly jump. She ducked behind a large bush near the side of the fences, blending into the leaves. Her head poked out for a second to take a glance at who was exiting, although she didn't recognize Melina right then and there. She hid down inside the bush again, the thorns pricking the sides of her shirt but ignoring them anyway. She made damn sure not to move another muscle.

Stay calm… stay calm… they won't kill you if they don't know you're there, right?

Madison felt everything but calm. Most of all, she felt pathetic. She should have just attacked whoever came out of the house, but changing from a nervous girl to a bona-fied murderer wasn't as easy as Madison wished it were.