Page 50 of Ruining Vanessa

“Even if they do, a nice jiggle isn’t a problem,” I say, grinning. “Let’s get the pants off first. You’re gonna take them off nice and fast so I don’t have to cut those off too, right, Vanessa?”

She nods quickly and unbuttons the jeans. She has to take her boots off, something she seems to have forgotten until she tries to pull her jeans down, and I wait impatiently.

“I could’ve just cut them off by now,” I complain.

Vanessa fumbles with the laces of her boots before finally getting them off, casting them off to the side and peeling off the jeans.

“Much better,” I say, nodding in approval as she stands there in only her bra and panties… and socks. “Lose the socks.”

She takes those off too, tucking them in the boots like she thinks she’s going to be able to put them back on and walk out of this. It’d be cute if it wasn’t slowing her down so much.

I smack her ass, and she yelps, but she doesn’t protest.

She isn’t even fighting me.

Giulio goes to sit on the bench by the coat rack. “So, Vanessa, on a scale from one to ten, how terrified are you right now?” He rests his chin on the palm of his hand and grins at her.

Vanessa swallows hard, her eyes wide and fearful. She looks like a fawn, caught in the trap of two hunters who know exactly what they want to do with her—and she may as well be. “T-ten,” she whispers.

“Good,” I say cheerfully. “Then you’re following pretty well. Now, I’d tell you to stay still, but I really don’t give a fuck if I end up cutting you by accident.” Since Damien isn’t here to watch and fuss, and Giulio already knows what’s coming, I don’t have to be as careful. I’m not going to let her bleed out, obviously, but a little bit of spilled blood would just blend in perfectly with the muddy ground.

I pull my karambit out of my back pocket, unsheathing the wickedly curved blade. I take it and put it between her breasts, slicing through the front of the bra where the cups come together.

Vanessa shrieks, and I quirk my brows at her. “Shh,” I admonish her. “Or I’ll have to gag you. You never know, someone might be listening.” I glance at Giulio. “Actually, is that even a chance, Jules?”

“We’re what, a good ten, fifteen miles away from the main road? And there’s plenty of private property markings all over. So unless there’s a seriously lost hiker around…” Giulio grins. “If there is a hiker, though, that’d be extra fun, wouldn’t it?” He reaches down to massage his cock through his jeans. “Ooh, we could play twenty questions with Vanessa, and every time she lies, you cut off more of the poor hiker’s digits.”

“Aww, man,” I complain. “If I’d known we could play that sort of game, I’d have brought someone else with us. There are a few people I’d love to cut pieces off of.” Like Paul, but I don’t think I need to say that aloud. Giulio knows he’s been a thorn in my side lately—a thorn in all of our sides, really, and it’s only a matter of time until Giulio turns Paul over to me to butcher out here.

I’ll have to catch a deer or something soon, just to keep up the pretense of blood in the area, but that’s for another day. I can wash most of it away with the hose into the drain anyway.

Vanessa looks up sharply, shaking her head. “No! No. I’ll be quiet,” she says.

“That’s really no fun, though,” I say. “Jules has my hopes up now.”

“You’ll have to entertain yourself with Vanessa alone. Speaking of, I’m getting bored. Let’s get the show started.” Giulio makes a little impatient gesture with his hand, which annoys me a bit.

He’d said I was allowed to run the show this time, which means we’re doing things at my pace. But he’s not entirely wrong that we need to get this going. I can’t keep Vanessa’s fear at a ten forever if I’m not actively fucking with her.

I don’t give her a warning before I catch the side of her panties with the curved edge of the blade, easily slicing through the thin material. I do the same thing on the other side, and they fall away from her body, leaving her naked and shivering in front of me.

“You’re filthy,” I tell her. “Go over there by the hose.” I slip the karambit back into its sheath and tuck it away.

She gives me a look like she doesn’t understand, and I arch a brow at her, gesturing impatiently for her to move. She finally does, but she doesn’t look happy about it. There’s a chill in the air, especially because the sun has started to set, but there’s plenty of light in the shed to see by. Her nipples have pebbled, and goosebumps have broken out all over her skin.

I grin as I grab the hose, and I direct the full cold blast at her, starting with her face. She starts coughing, and I take the time to wash the dust and dirt off the rest of her. I don’t want her to get infected, after all, and cleanliness is important with knife… safety.

Giulio wolf-whistles in appreciation. “She looks hot like that. Vanessa, turn around, show me those cute little tits of yours.”

Water is running down her face, and I’m sure some of the liquid is tears. She obediently turns around, displaying her front to Giulio as I continue to hose her down.

“She’s such a good little bitch,” I say cheerfully. “Ready for whelping, too. Wish I had the breeding bench here, huh? It’d be nice to have her ready for us all night. Oh well.” I aim the spray between her legs. “Spread a little wider, bitch. Gotta make sure you’re clean all over.”

Vanessa whimpers, but she widens her stance so I can aim the water straight at her pussy. I can see her skin pebble up even more, and the more pronounced trembles in her body. I reach down to spread her folds so the water can really reach every last bit of her. She bites her bottom lip, but she doesn’t close her legs.

I finally finish hosing her off and toss it to the side. I’m nearly salivating at the thought of what comes next. It’s been too long since I’ve been able to let loose on someone, since I’ve been able to watch blood streaming from the wounds I’ve left…

Well.

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