Page 7 of Beneath Her Skin

“Shut the fuck up!” I scream, holding my head in one hand and the reins with the other. As I round the corner of the building, a dark figure limps as fast as it can towards the woods.“Motherfucker!” I dismount, pain radiating through my knees as my boots slam to the ground, but I sprint through it. Cat is kneeling on the floor, groaning curses and rubbing her throat.

“I’ll fucking kill him!” I shout, letting my simmering rage reach full boil. “And then bring ‘em back just so I can cut ‘em up and feed him the pieces!” I kneel next to her and cradle her face in my hands. Rage and tears fill her eyes behind dust coated eyelashes.

She coughs, sounding more like a bark, and hacks out wads of spit that fall before she can speak. Her lips pull back over gritted teeth. “Piece. Of. Shit. Fuckin’. Hog,” she snarls between breaths.

“Don’t worry, baby. We’ll be dancing in his blood before the sun comes up,” I say, helping her up and dusting her off. I try to comfort her, but venom seeps from my every pore thinking about him laying a finger on her. “I’ll have him beggin’ for death.”

“I thought he was just out of it. He was standin’ there, just swayin’, mumblin’ some nonsense,” she grumbles, rubbing her throat again. “Then he fuckin’ rushed me. Used the rope around his wrists to choke me out.” Her cheeks redden, and I look away. I pretend not to notice her embarrassment and sit with my own. It’s my fault. I forgot the shackles—again—and my fuck up almost cost me everything. It almost cost me Cat. A lump lodges inside my throat, and I try to choke it down to stew in another time, when there’s no loose stock running free into the night.

“Saddle up, babe,” I purr, rubbing her arms. “Let’s go catch us a runaway piggy.”

I mount Jasper again, and once she’s on Jameson, we push our horses as fast as they’ll go until we reach the tree line. We both dismount and continue the hunt on foot, steering clear of the traps I’ve set in the woods. They’re my insurance policy to keep people out but to also keep them in. The path our little piggy took will lead him straight into them.

It doesn’t take long to find him—all the bitching and moaning he’s doing is a homing beacon to his location. Fifty feet into the trees, he’s splayed out on the ground, twisting and turning. A steel spring trap holds him by one ankle, and I smile so hard, my cheeks ache with delight. There’ll be no more running now.

His ankle is limp, forced into an unnatural angle by the jaws of the trap. Panic causes him to continue to jerk on his leg, forcing it more out of place. Angry red claw marks trail up his bare skin, like he attempted to claw the damn leg off. The artery in his neck pulses so rapidly, I wonder if his heart will explode.

Cat’s the first to jump him, landing square on his stomach. Air bursts from him like a popped balloon, sending spit and snot flying. She squeezes his squirming body between her thighs and lands fist after fist on his crumpled face. She suddenly stops, snapping out of whatever trance took hold of her. “Fuck with meagain,” she barks, “and I won’t stop until your brain is on my knuckles.” The little piggy, barely conscious, just shakes his head between whimpers.

I howl with laughter and sit in front of Cat, squeezing my ass down between her thighs. She grabs my hips and moves them in sync with hers. The little pig beneath squeaks in protest. “I can feel your fuckin’ dick thickening, you sick little pig,” Cat says, a cruel edge to her voice. I buck my body back, driving harder against her with a deep, sinister laugh.

“Think it’ll still get hard after we carve ‘em up like a Sunday ham?” I ask between exaggerated moans, digging my nails into the piggy’s stomach. I pull a hunting knife from my boot with a wicked grin. “Let’s find out.”

I grip the knife, adjusting my fingers on the handle as I bring the tip down to his chest. “Now, this might hurt a little,” I giggle and press the blade down until the first drop of red comes to the surface. I smile, working the blade deeper before dragging it across his skin. His screams grow louder, more desperate, with each mark. Over and over, I cut and slice until I finish my masterpiece, the letters P-I-G-G-Y marring his flesh. Blood spills down his chest in tiny streams, pooling in his navel. Angry pink ridges of skin frame each letter. I press my finger into the first wound and trace each letter again, forcing the skin to tear further. “P-I-G-G-Y,” I spell out for him. “Didn’t know if you could still read upside down. Probably can’t read at all with those weak fuckin’ tears cloudin’ your eyes. Let me help.”

I lean over him, arching my ass up into Cat’s face, and crash both hands into the pig’s blubbering face. I drag my palms roughly in opposite directions, pushing away muddy trails of tears. “Open your fuckin’ eyes so you can see the show,” I say, my voice growing sultry as Cat tugs my shorts below the curve of my ass.

He shakes his head, rolling it against the ground. His eyes crinkle at the corners as he clamps them shut. I pull my hand back and slap him hard enough to send the other cheek into the dirt. When he’s still unwilling to open his eyes, I use my fingers to pry his eyelids apart. My hands tremble, almost losing my hold on him, when Cat runs her tongue over my slit. My hips sway, desperate for her to take more of me. Her hands move to grip my ass, pulling my cheeks apart for better access. Her tongue laps in painfully slow circles, teasing my entrance before penetrating it in hungry thrusts.

“Fucking eat me alive, Cat,” I moan, pushing harder into the little piggy’s face as I brace myself against the waves of my building climax. His cries blend into mine, a melody of pain and pleasure. My thighs are already soaked with the evidence of my need, but I lift one hand so I can wipe the blood still weeping from his wounds. I run my crimson-coated hand down the soft skin of my stomach until I reach the swollen bundle of nerves aching to be touched. The sensation of blood mixing with my arousal and Cat’s saliva is enough to push me to the edge. My legs start to shake, and Cat bats my hand away.

“You’re not coming until you squeal as loud as the little piggy beneath us,” Cat drawls darkly. “You don’t come undone until he does.” She takes a chunk of my ass between her teeth, and I cry out. Her right hand grabs my left ankle, and she flips me over. She drags me by my hips until my ass is centered right above the base of piggy’s cock. I rest my back against his chest, swirling my body against him and coating my skin in the warmth of his blood. Cat lifts my legs, pulling my shorts the rest of the way off, baring my pussy to her. She presses her thumb to my clit, circling it with gradually increasing pressure. “That’s a good fucking girl.”

Little piggy’s cock throbs against my warm center, despite the way he struggles under me. I laugh and grind my hips againstthe base of him, creating a delicious friction against his sopping wet patch of matted pubic hair. “Is that your blood or my pussy juice that has you so wet, little pig? Or maybe you pissed yourself again?” I ask, not caring for a response as I continue to rub myself against the length of him.

Cat rubs her palm over his groin and up my center. “You want me to fuck you with this pig’s cock?” she snarls, snapping her teeth at me. Her fingers scoop up more blood, sliding them through my center before pushing them into me. “You want me to fill your ass with his filthy fucking meat slab while I suck every drop of cum from your needy little cunt?” Her pace quickens with each word, and my head falls back, moans erupting from me. She adds another finger, then two, continuing to pump them into me. The fullness of her hand inside me edges me to the brink of my sanity.

“I’ll cut his cock off and stuff you with it until he gets cold,” she growls. The piggy below me grunts and squeals as his shaft slips between my ass cheeks with every feverish roll of my hips. My legs shake as wave after orgasmic wave crashes over me. I squeal with every ounce of oxygen still left in my lungs when she presses against the spot on my inner wall that causes me to unravel completely.

“Catalina!” I scream her name one time, or maybe a thousand, delirious with pleasure as my release pours down her arm. I break apart, my body splitting into an infinite number of pieces as white spots cloud my vision and I collapse onto the body below me.

8

We sit against a tree, sharing a cigarette and watching our pig lie quietly in front of us. He’s completely still, save for the slow rise and fall of his chest. Every so often, he’ll whimper and try to lift the leg still caught in the trap.

After she takes the last drag and snuffs out any remaining embers, Catalina cradles me between her breasts. I nuzzle between them, and my face grows wet. Sobs wrack my body.

I could have lost her.

She strokes the ends of my pigtails, letting each motion run to the center of my back. Adrenaline wanes into vulnerability, and I scream every obscenity I know into Cat’s warm skin, dampening her further with tears and snot. When I’m quiet again, she lifts me and stands, continuing to brace me after my feet touch the ground, waiting until I’m steady. Eyes wide, I look up at her. She wipes the tears gently from my face and carefully smears my cheeks paint over the tracks.

How many stupid mistakes will it take for me to learn?

I drag the edge of my hand under my nose, hawking back snot and spitting it onto the body below us. I start to lose myself in a fit of rage, kicking him and screaming. My eyes sting,swollen from crying, but I force myself to lock eyes with Cat. “My stupid fuckin’ mistake could have gotten you killed.”

All because I forgot the shackles.

Cat’s face softens. “I’m still here, Sadie love,” she assures me, keeping each word firm but kind. “We’re still here.” She brushes rogue strands of hair behind each of my ears. For a second, the demons inside her look out her eyes at the demons in mine, just two fucked up peas in a pod. “Let’s take this piggy home.”

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