Native intelligence, a sense of innate cunning and the lust of a true predator and pervert combined to drive Simon on his quest. He'd talked to enough short eyes in prison to recognize the kinship all shared but he had also been astute enough to recognize a lot of these men's shortcomings when it came to obtaining their prey.

Too many times they had launched their attacks when everything told them to hold back, the quickening of pulse, the erotic tingle of scrotum numbing common sense at these moments. "Don't give in to the rush," he cautioned himself, again taking a deep breath and steadying himself as she turned the hedge row and came his way, her knapsack now twirling in an arc that allowed it to brush against the shrubbery, her mouth working in a song, the words of which he could now make out as she drew ever closer.

"Don't let your love go, keep it bright,

Tonight's the night all will be all right,

He'll be mine and we'll go away,

To that land of ours so we can forever play."

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Simon turned the beer up and chugged the rest of the bottle in one long continuous swallow, his Adam's apple working overtime to consume the cold brew. He took another from the motel fridge and popped the top with a quick twist of his strong fingers. He looked down at the trembling girl on the bed, her body a mess after the fucking he'd given her.

Cunt was tighter than shit, just like he knew it would be. She hadn't hauled her ass long enough to break that elasticity of youth. Not yet anyway, just give it time. Still had a lot of piss and vinegar in her too, that was good. She'd need it for the next part, it wouldn't get any easier for her. He lit a cigarette and inhaled, the strong taste of nicotine bringing some calmness to his over excited mind. Don't rush things Bro and fuck it up. Don't want to kill the bitch, just make her wish she'd never been born and then blow this joint before the local boys swooped in. Because she'd cry to them, no matter what the consequences after he'd fucked her up. She'd have to.

"Well bitch, ready for round two?" he asked the cowering teen on the bed, the plastic cup which had been half filled with Johnny Walker almost empty. She'd felt the warm glow of the alcohol flush down her throat into her tummy, the feeling partially numbing the pain in her crotch where his big cock had bruised and torn her pussy.

"Please mister, let me go. I won't say a word about tonight, I'll not even ask for any money, just let me go. Really, my Mom will be home soon and she'll shit a brick, call the police and everything."

"Naw, you're fucking lying, I can tell. As far as paying you, I just did. You drank my booze, deal squared but I still get to test drive that fine little heinie of yours. Cherry right? Anyway, I did you a big favor when I decided to fuck that tight cunt of yours first, give you a chance for a little pleasure before I banged that butt of yours."

"Thank you," she mumbled, dropping her head down, the alcohol making her suddenly sleepy.

"Wake the fuck up, no sleeping on my watch. Let me untie you and no funny business, I ain't even begun to show you how much I can make a cunt like you hurt, understand."

"Yes sir," she gasped as he jerked her body upright and loosened the bindings on her other wrist. Her wrists were raw and blood had seeped down her arm as she tried to rub it but jerked her hand away, the pain too great. "You hurt my wrists bad, mister," she complained loudly.

Simon backhanded her again, this time even harder than the other times, a molar in her right lower jaw loosening and wobbling in her mouth, the feel of it's peculiar movement being realized with the tip of her tongue testing it. A bright spur of pain shot through her jaw both from the blow and the exposed nerve in her tooth. Gawd would this never end, she wondered.

Relax, try and take your mind to a place of peace and happiness, the words of her middle aged Madame came back to her. Don't let the mutha fucker have the upper hand, even if he thinks he does. He just wants to feel your pain and fear, taking it as his power but don't give it to the shit head. But, don't get uppity with the bastard either, just remain quiet and do as he tells 'ya, keeping that part of your mind you've retreated to closed and nothing in except peace and quiet.

Nice advice but how to open the door to that place in her mind? The key was presently lost, panic edging into hysteria as he drug her on the floor by the hair of her head into the small motel bathroom. Her head hit the enamel bowl of the toilet as he flung her down, the pain reverberating on the exact opposite side of her throbbing molar. She muttered a quick "Ouch," and then fell silent as he stood over her draining his beer in a long gurgle.

His tree trunk thick legs covered with a thick pelt of wily black hairs stood above her, spread slightly apart. He was quiet and she waited no dare looking up until he barked at her.

"Look 'da fuck up cunt." ......(cont)