Motherly Love:

Chapter IV:

As Anne stood there, knife at the ready, she practiced a bit a few stabbing motions, the better to be fully prepared for when that piece of shit who'd raped her came back in.

Whistling a raunchy ditty as he walked back in, twirling the handcuffs around his neck, Brandon stopped cold when he saw the nude, pregnant Anne with her legs stained with his cum and a good-sized knife in her hands.

While her hands shook, Anne said "All right you fucker, it's my turn now."

He dropped the handcuffs and had his hands up.

This certainly wasn't in his plans. Though he had to admit Anne looked so cute with that murderous glint in her eyes.

He, however, was far too smart of a fellow to say so, even if it occurred to him that given where Anne was relative to him, smart may not have entirely been the word. He probably really should have tied her down. Too late for that now.

She looked at him.

She stalked toward him slowly and deliberately, partially to seem intimidating, partially because she was a bit sore after her rape. And partially to make sure that when she got up to his bare flesh that the knife damn well connected.

When she got close enough she lunged forward and he dodged just enough to get a glancing cut on his face and another on his finger.

"You bitch."

He growled.

She lunged out with the knife again and this time as he blocked her she cut him along the chest, leaving a light wound that didn't bleed too much.

Cursing he caught her hand the third time and then held it over his head as she looked at him as he growled again in a very animalistic fashion.

Holding her hand and then squeezing her wrist hard enough she yelped and dropped the knife, he glared.

"Nice try, bitch."

As he grabbed her hands, he waved in front of her face her own handcuffs.

"And you're cutting me because I show you a good time?"

He snorted.

"You're a fucking stupid cunt, you know that?"

The handcuffs clicked.

Grinning as he looked at her, he then told her, "So tell me, have you ever read Tolkien?"

Eyes widening she said, "Yes."

"Do you know that song the Goblins sang in the Hobbit, y'know, where they had Gandalf and the dwarves stuck in the trees."

Raising an eyebrow skeptically, Anne said "Well, yeah. But..."

"But nothing. You cut me. So after I get a few bandaids and shit, you're gonna dance and roll those slutty hips of yours while treating me to some singing to make up for it."

As Anne prepared to make a sound he smirked and picked up the knife.

"Knife's mine know so if you don't want me to start cutting you the same way, you'll do exactly as you're told."

The coldness in his voice startled her. It was almost a demonic difference.

It made her very frightened as she nodded and he then cupped her tits for a while as he stood behind her, his boner brushing up against her ass.

Hot dogging her for a bit, he groaned and then shot his cum all over her cheeks and the small of her back. Flushed with humiliation, Anne glared at him.

"All right, all right. I'll sing."

Tears started to flow and he smirked as he went and got his bandaids and applied some solutions as well as washing the blood down the drain. With malice aforethought he ripped one of Anne's dresses to wipe up some of the blood and then dumped it in the trash in her bathroom walking out with a jaunty whistle.

Sitting on her couch he laughed with a cold and cruel sound "Sing for me little birdy...."