Jenna watched him move, almost a feral grace about him. He was obviously comfortable here. She was not. She shook off nervous jitters. The spider was bad enough but there was something in his hesitation as he stood over her. He seemed at times distracted while they ate too. She kept looking up to find him watching her. It made it all the more difficult for her to swallow.

As Nathan turned to situate the sleeping bag, Jenna rose from her rock perch. She slid her hands down to the hem of the jacket, trying to get it to cover more, but there just wasn't enough material. She tiptoed on the cold stone to look out of the cave entrance again. It was desparately dark and still raining, though slacked off to just a steady pace. The trees and cloud cover were only letting through the barest hint of a moon.

She jumped with a little squeal when his voice spoke so close behind her.

"The bed's all set." He paused as he looked out at the night too. "Awfully grim out there still. Glad I found you before nightfall."

Jenna nodded in agreement then froze as she could feel him step closer behind her. She gulped audibly. She was sure she could feel the warmth from his bare thighs radiating at the back of her own bare legs. He had apparently removed his shorts already.

"I.. don't know... if I could..." She had to swallow to find moisture for her dry mouth. "...go to sleep... yet. I had quite a day." She struggled hard to speak in a normal tone even though her heartbeat had quickened. Did he just move in close to look outside? She looked out into the darkness. What if..? There was no where to run. It was too dangerous out there. She might slip over that drop off this time. But... it was seeming more and more dangerous in this little cave too. She hoped it was just her imagination.

She felt her hair stir, then realized his fingers were in it. Again his close voice startled her. "Your hair is mostly dry. Smells fresh from the rain." His calm friendly tone had gone deeper, husky. She felt him very close to her. Jenna was sure some part of him was pressing.... She looked out into the night wildly! She even took a tentative step in that direction but his fingers closed in her hair and stopped her. "I wouldn't do that if I were you. Hard place for someone so soft."

Jenna stepped back to slacken his pull on her hair. She wanted to turn or step around him, but he still had her. She couldn't pull away from him. All she could do was look over her shoulder at his face. She whispered a shaky "P-Please..." but couldn't get out the rest of her request for him to let her go. Her whole body was shivering now. As she drew her arms around herself, the motion gathered the jacket up around her hips. She felt the cool breeze through her light cotton panties but it was his slow grin that chilled her to the bone.

"Please? That's cute. That's very cute." The look on her face told him everything he needed to know. She was scared, of him, the cave, everything. And she wouldn't control this fear. He would see to that. "You're not really in a position to ask for anything, are you? But go ahead. It won't do you any good, but go ahead." His smile turned utterly predatory. Horror dawned on her face. Time for the kill.

He looped her tresses around his hand, securing his grip. A slight twist of his wrist and she was forced to turn and face him. Pulling her closer to him, til her panic-stricken face was inches from his, he said, "Now, Jenna, you need to realize something. You belong to me now. You are mine and you're going to do what I want. It won't be easy, I can promise you that, but how hard," he grinned wider at the word, "it gets is up to you."

She was in full panic-mode now, trembling uncontrollably. Her eyes were huge, whites shining in the firelight. She tried to shrink away from him, but his grip on her hair held her in place. "Oh G-god, p-please, I..," she stammered. She wrapped her arms even more tightly around herself. She was on the verge of total hysteria.

Without taking his eyes from hers, he reached down and in one fliud move tore off her panties, fabric digging into her thighs and ass. The move sent her nearly into shock, a sudden gasp her only response. A second later she was desparately trying to cover herself. His eyes glinted with a cold laughter. He reached out and caressed her cheek with bizarre tenderness, wiping away a terror tear.

He gave a sudden jerk and released her hair, sending her stumbling. She scrambled against the cave wall, tears streaming. She hunched over, trying to cover herself, which only let him see her terror-hardened nipples pressing against the windbreaker. He took a step toward her and she saw with terrible clarity the distinct lump in his briefs, cast in monstrous relief by the firelight. She could only make a high whining sound. He laughed and took off his shirt. A light sweat was beginning to show on his smooth muscled chest, gleaming softly in the dim light. "Now then. You will remove the windbreaker, and set it on the ground. Then you will kneel on it. Is that understood?" She shook her head plaintively, trying to wish everything away.

He grasped beneath her chin, turning her face up, stopping her shaking head and dashing her last hope of release. His fingers and thumb had a firm hold on her jaw. "Is that a willful 'no'?" He pushed her back until her bare ass came in contact with cold stone. She felt hard rock against the back of her head too as he pinned her there against the damp rough wall. "Not terribly wise, given your circumstance." Jenna's eyes were already welled with tears. She bit her lip and looked up into his hungry gaze. A large teardrop spilled over, sliding slowly down her cheek, reflecting the firelight.

She could feel his hardened bulge pressing across her bare tummy. Her arms were pinned across her waist between them. Without moving his steel gaze from her eyes, his free hand pushed her arms out of the away. All she could think to do was splay her hands back against the stone to brace her.

"Maybe you need some help with the jacket? Is that it?" His hips pushed his stiffness harder into her belly as his upper body arched back, giving his hand room to work at the jacket's zipper. With her face pushed up, head back against the rock, she could only see his hungry eyes glide downward. He grinned as his fingers slowly drew open the zipper, revealing more of her smooth pale skin.

Jenna couldn't see his hand but she could see his expression as he pushed the jacket open. She swallowed hard against his hand at her throat, as his fingers spread across her chest then drifted aside to cup the swell of one breast. His thumb toyed with her hard nipple. He trapped her nipple between thumb and forefinger then squeezed it hard. Jenna make a frightened peep but it was cut off as his eyes shot back to lock hers.

"Listen again. You belong to me." He slowly, calmly, stepped back, drawing his hands away from her. "Now... remove that jacket. Lay it on the ground... and kneel." His words were not angry but very firm. He would have no further delay.

Her shaking hands wrapped the edges of the windbreaker and slowly drew it off her shoulders. Nathan took great pleasure in watching her nipples and full breasts shift as she moved. The jacket slid down behind her finally and she stood a moment with it hanging from her hand. Nathan took in her long soft form, all the way down past her white knuckled hands to her shivering legs. Her breath was shallow with fright. She looked at his tanned skin and shadows in the firelight. Her mind raced through possibilities and options but kept coming to the same conclusion. She had no options.

She tried not to see his hardened bulge as she crouched to lay the jacket on the ground and spread it open, yet it was always in her peripheral vision. She knelt on the jacket, feet out behind her, facing him. She grimaced and winced, trying to get her cut knee situated less painfully. Her hands wrung together across her tummy. She tried not to remember how he'd pressed her there.

Nathan smiled with satisfaction as he looked down to his trapped butterfly. What a sight she was, kneeling before him, looking up now with fear in her deep blue eyes and awaiting his next bidding. Her dark copper hair framed her beautiful face and fell softly around her shoulders. She was all peaches and cream, soft white skin, hard little rosettes atop the full smooth mounds of her breasts. Her curves were accented by the light and shadow from the warm glow of the fire. She was jittery, but all the more precious for it. He could now see the subtle curve of the belly he had pressed. He could see the lighter red curls of hair peeping from the vee between her thighs. He was anxious to get his fingers and his stiffness into the rosy softness there, likely already dripping with fear. But... first things first...

Nathan held Jenna's eyes as he stepped out of his briefs. As if compelled, Jenna broke their gaze to see what fate held for her. Her eyes somehow seemed to grow impossibly wider. Fear, and the pain in her knee, kept her from trying to shrink away from the sight, and instead she squeezed her eyes shut, bringing fresh tears as she sobbed to herself. He could only smile, reveling in his mastery, as she tried to block the image from her mind. Despite herself, in her mind's eye she saw flashes of coarse, curly black hair surrounding a menacing length of ruddy brown flesh, and a fleshy sac taut around two orbs. She opened her eyes again when she sensed him moving behind her.

Naked but for his boots, he circled her, a predator playing with his prey. He enjoyed watching her quivering increase as he left her sight. Standing behind her he decided to indulge the first of his whims. He ran his hands hands through her hair, wrapping lengths of it around them. He bent for a moment to savor the scent, then reassumed his full height. He began to wrap her tresses around his cock, savoring the silky feel of her coppery locks around him, the strands almost tickling the fleshy sheath around the shaft. Slowly, deliberately, almost leisurely, he curled her hair about himself, stroking himself as he did it. Fluid beading out of the tip of his cock dripped onto strands of her hair, coating them.

Letting go of her hair, but leaving it twined about him, a nest of red hair in his groin, he reached forward to cup her face, leaning into her at the same time. A low, pleading groan of dread- and something else- forced its way out her lips as his hardness met her scalp, rubbing against it. His musky, sweaty scent forced its way into her nostrils, burning itself onto her brain. It was primal, animalistic, the scent of brute sex, and it surrounded her. "You might as well get used to it, honey, because this is just the beginning. Before this night is over you're going to smell like my cum, going to be coated with it. Your skin will shine so pretty in the firelight once we rub my cum all over you." His smile was a mockery of tenderness, soft, yet utterly ruthless, fed by her terror.

As she resumed sobbing, he pulled away from her, hair disentangling, a few sticky strands still affixed to the blunt head. Stepping to the side, he draped her hair over her face, hiding her eyes. Facing her again, he reached down and parted her hair away from her mouth. Taking himself in hand, foreskin pulling back, he stepped into her, until his cockhead bumped against her lips. A mewl of terror escaped her lips, letting him wedge the very tip there, forcing her to taste him. Holding still for a moment, the tip of him held between her sobbing lips, pre-cum dripping onto her lips, mixing with her tears and saliva, he reached down and silently cleared her hair from her face. She looked up at him by reflex, and he again captured her eyes. Still grinning silently, he drew her arms up, until he held her hands firmly in his. Pulling her body closer, so that her breasts pressed into his thighs, hairs tickling and scraping her nipples, he narrowed his eyes and said, "Now open wide and say, 'Ahh.'" Her lips quivered, and her eyes plead hopelessly...

Jenna turned her head aside. His tip drawing a line of sticky pre-cum across her cheek. She eaked out a choked whisper through clenched jaws. "I c-can't."

Nathan released her hands which she immediately wrapped around her waist. She closed her eyes tightly, still looking away. He reached down, still calm, and wrapped his fingers into her hair again. He turned her head firmly back to face him. As he leaned, his stiffened member was now poised back a few inches away from her face, but his voice went into her deeply enough. He stated as fact, "You can and will."

Her sad eyes looked up to him, still pleading but more resigned. His fingers traced across her trembling lips and parted them again for her. He tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, again his tenderness with control. Nathan moved his hips forward to narrow the gap between her lips and his blunt head. He grinned down to her. His voice softened. "Show me your tongue, kitten." Her eyes flashed. She took a shuddered breath before reluctantly opening her mouth enough to reveal her tongue. Her whole body shook. She tightened her arms around her waist, trying to stop it. She tried to focus on his face and not let her gaze drift downward but she could feel the heat of him radiate to her cheeks.

"There you go." With one hand holding her head in place, he wrapped the fingers of his other hand around his stiff shaft and slipped his tip into her warm waiting mouth. She whimpered around him as her body shook. Nathan moaned quietly at the soft moist flesh enveloping him. Her whimpering vibrated and tingled around his head pleasantly. He pressed against the back of her head to prompt her to take in more of him. She opened up but her tongue pressed, trying to block deeper entry into her mouth. This too sent pleasurable sensations through him.

Nathan looked down at the beauty, kneeling before him, breasts against his legs. He watched his cock glide in and out of her mouth in short strokes. Her breathing was halting though tears. She had at last closed her eyes. She was hardly more than a receptacle though, still not giving him what he wanted. He slipped his head from her mouth and she gratefully pressed her lips together. He guided his tip up to brush her nose, leaving a bit of his own stickiness and her saliva there.

Nathan drew his hands away and stood with his cock proudly poised in her face. He looked at his captured butterfly, kneeling as in worship but her efforts had been unsatisfactory. "Surely you can do better." There was an almost imperceptible shake of her head with her mumbled response. He prompted her, "Say again?"

Jenna forced out "I don't know h-how. I haven't---" but she bit her words off, literally drawing her lower lip in. Would it go better or worse for her if he knew she has no experience. none. She had hardly shared a few sessions of petting, through clothes. She hadn't been in the right situation and now. How could she do what he wanted? She had no idea how. What if she made a mistake? Would he really hurt her then?

"Well, now this is a surprise. How lucky indeed for me to have a clean slate to work with. Looks like it's time for some lessons."

Jenna was staring at the floor as he spoke, blinking away tears. She had only vague notion of what he meant, what he could do, what he might do. As he stepped away from her, she fell forward onto her hands and knees, not at all sure she wouldn't be sick from her fear and this small relief of him.

Nathan casually walked over to the sleeping bag and sat down with his feet pulled close to remove his boots. Jenna sat back on her on feet on the jacket. Her hands went across her stomach again. Her hair had fallen into her face but she looked through the disheveled copper curtain to watch him. Despite herself, her gaze kept being drawn to the hard flesh and shadows between his thighs.

When he looked up at her again, he gestured for her to join him. She hesitated but rose with a wince from her injured knee and the cold stone floor. Her steps were slow but finally she stepped onto the sleeping bag. He sat back against the packs he'd tossed into the corner. His legs were open, one knee drawn up to rest against the stone wall, the other bent loosely and relaxed onto the sleeping bag. He patted the space between his legs, bidding Jenna to sit there. She did, but more than ever the dance of dim firelight drew her eyes to him. She was torn between repulsion and curiosity as her partially veiled glance took in the length of him resting against his upper thigh and the hint of the rest in the shadows there.

"Curious?" His voice shocked her and she jerked her head up to look at his face. His gaze drifted though as his fingers reached to touch her throat and draw down slowly between her breasts. She took in a deep breath and shuddered it out again as the fingers crossed over her navel and ever downward. "I give you permission to explore too." His eyes were locked on hers again and his tone was more command than permission.

Jenna curled forward as his fingers slipped in between her thighs and kneaded at her mound of curly hair. Her hand had reached out reflexively and was spread over his thigh so close to his cock. She looked down and stretched one finger out to brush over his head, curiosity winning out. His member flexed even as his smooth voice encouraged her. "Now you're getting the idea."

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