Cougar of Spirit Lake. Linnette MDiv Eller

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СКАЧАТЬ Maybe even after he'd had her once the usual way he would put his manhood between them tits and spill his seed all over her.

      Just the thought brought forth a great shudder as he indeed spewed forth his seed, but this time only on the ground. He felt some relief as he always did standing in the woods watching Jess at the window and seeing to his own needs. Tonight, she stood there longer than usual though, and he immediately became hard again. When she finally left the window he was so aroused he was nearly mad with it. He turned, still fondling himself and tramped into the woods swearing to himself.

      Maybe, he thought, that stupid half-witted Carpenter girl would be sitting by the pond again. She was hardly even showing yet, and he couldn't get her anymore knocked up than she already was. All her bruises were gone now too. Yes, maybe she would be there, and he would get himself some relief after all. This time she would know better than to fight him. She would know what he had for her was something that felt good, real good, even if she couldn't say so. She didn't have tits as big as Jess but in the dark that was about the only difference. Anyway, about all the difference you could tell if you didn't know. For him, he found there was no real difference between women, not when it was too dark to see their face. That was why the first time he took Jess it was going to be in full daylight. Yes, maybe with the sun shining right in her face, so he could see how she loved what he was doing to her.

      The small girl, sitting quietly by the lake turned to see him standing there. He was exposing and fondling himself with a hideous leer on his face. A look of sheer terror and fear spread across her delicate little face. It was too late for her to run, but she tried anyway. He grabbed her and she fought, but against his bulk and strength, it was futile.

      Through the hours of unspeakable brutality that followed, Thomas groaned Jessica's name each time he spewed forth his seed. He did everything to the small girl that he wanted to do to Jessica. When he left her and began dressing, he noticed all the blood. Good, he thought, maybe he got rid of more than my needs this time, needs Jessica should have been taking care of for him. Maybe he had gotten rid of the kid the stupid girl was carrying.

      He hadn’t noticed that there was no sound or movement from the small form until he started to walk off. When he nudged her with the toe of his boot, she didn't respond. Stupid girl! She had to get up and get going, what was she trying to pull anyway? He bent over to give her a little slap on the face, and it was then he noticed she was very pale and finally, he realized that she wasn't breathing. Shit! He should have known a half-wit wasn't like a real woman and couldn't take what he had to give, not like Jessica would be able to anyway. It didn't seem to bother him overly much, after all she was just a half-wit. He covered her with leaves and brush and tramped off into the woods. At least, he mused, he’d given her a good time. No other man would have looked at her twice. No, it wasn't so bad at least she had known a real man before she died. She must've died happy he thought.

      The residents of the valley thought they heard the mighty roar of that cat again on this night. It was speculated on by some, but quickly dismissed. Why everyone knew there were no cats here! Still, some continued to wonder what it had been that they had heard if it wasn't a cat? It sure could raise the hair up on the back of your neck when you heard it!

      Jessica gave a small moan as the screams of the cat penetrated her world of sleep. She did not awaken fully, but a part of her knew that it was the cat she had heard before. A frown crossed her brow and even in sleep, she felt the agony of the cat. Turning on her side she finally slipped back into a restless sleep.

      The giant cat raged for what seemed like hours. There were those who thought he was all-powerful, but he knew he was powerless to change what was to be. He could warn. He could watch and even lead, but he could not change that which was to be had to be. He suffered greatly these limitations on this night. One girl child so innocent, so pure of heart and soul had been tortured, hurt, and killed, and yet he could not stop that. His rage at the horror and his own impotence to prevent the horror was great for all to hear.

      CHAPTER FOUR

      Far away from the valley, Winter Woman was brought abruptly awake from her dream. This one had shaken her badly! It was a view of such unspeakable brutality that had she not seen it in a dream, she could never have imagined such an atrocity possible. A fine bead of sweat coated her forehead as she rolled over only to find herself staring into the green eyes of her son. He was sitting on the other side of the stone fireplace, stirring the embers absently with a stick. It startled her to see him sitting there.

      “I am sorry if I woke you my son, did I cry out in my sleep?"

      “No, I was already awake. I noticed your restlessness, but you made no sounds.”

      “Then what is it? Can you not sleep? If you are troubled and need to talk, I am more than awake now.”

      What she did not say to him was that she had more than once wondered if her son also had some form of the gifts. As tonight, he seemed to know of her dreams, before she had told anyone. She also knew on the morning of his father's death that he had been agitated and had sorrow in his eyes when he looked at her over the morning meal. She wondered if he did have the gift of dreams or other such gifts if he would ever tell her. Cougar, her son was a complex man. Yes, he was different from anyone else in this village or any other village that she had been to over the years. Her son was a very complicated man indeed.

      “Why are you sleeping here by the fire, Mother? Do you not like the beds I have built in the sleeping rooms? You know, you will not upset me if you choose to come in here and sleep, it is your comfort that I want, only that. Would you like me to bring the bedding in here for you?”

      “Oh no, no. I only fall asleep in here sometimes. I do like the sleeping rooms. What did you say they are called?”

      “They are called bedchambers Mother, but I am not trying to change your ways, or for that matter, our customs. I only want to make more comfort for us.”

      “Cougar, you have done so too! No, I do really prefer the steeping rooms. I did not intend to fall asleep by the fire, here in our big room, which is the sitting room, correct?”

      “Correct. You will promise that if you do not like living in the lodge that you will say so, it is for you, and if you are not happy, I am not happy, you will tell me won't you?”

      “I will always be truthful with you, Cougar, of that you may rest assured.” Her son was so intelligent her Grandfather had told her, of how he had done in his studies, and the excellence in all that he endeavored to do. She was so very proud of him. She loved him deeply, and held great admiration for him.

      “What have you dreamed this night Mother that has such worry on your face?”

      “It is of no consequence, my son, and I have not yet learned the meaning of this dream. Many parts of it are still held in mystery for me.”

      “This is a different dream from those before is it not?”

      “Yes, this dream was different but some of the same people as in the other dreams.” She replied looking at him quizzically, so he did know of what her dreams held!

      “Yet you know that it is related to the other dreams, don't you?” He asked softly.

      She again looked at her son. He was looking at her very intently with the flames that he had made when he fed the embers lighting his face. She considered for a moment that it really was not her place to question the Chief. Yet on this night he was more her son than Chief. Yes, her only son, her only child, and so, with a maternal instinct older than time she looked at him again. His eyes did not leave her face, and as always, when viewing his СКАЧАТЬ