Jeremiah reeled from the kick, stumbling backwards away from Kriss. His hands went to his groin, and he gasped in pain. The kick had only glanced off his genitals, otherwise he probably wouldn't have still been standing, but the roller-bladed foot had hit hard enough to cause considerable pain. For a moment he was to stunned to react to the attack, but before the bitch could escape, he rose back up, now overtaken with fury<br/><br/>Again, clouds of rage obscured his vision. Without realising it, he began to yell, words he had read many times before "Mother of whores!" He stepped forwards again, drawing out his belt as he did, "her sins are piled up to heaven! Pay her back double for what she has done!" With a grunt, he swung his belt as hard as he could, lashing it across her exposed back and hips. Without pause, his arm drew back again, and once more he swung a brutal blow across her bare skin. He didn't stop after that, raining blow after blow with a strength born out of blind fury.<br/><br/>He was counting at first but he quickly lost track of how many times the belt buckle smashed against the woman's sunburnt back. "Vile Jezebel," "Ungrateful Harlot," He shrieked over again as he beat her. As his arm began to tire, his strike finally began to slow, and lessen in force. With one last burst, he laid a final, particularly rough, stroke across her buttocks, before lowering the belt and taking a deep breath.<br/><br/>By now the Grey Bitch was no doubt somewhat subdued, but Jeremiah didn't take any chances. He took a firm hold of her legs, careful not to be kicked this time, and used his belt to lash them tightly to the front bumper of the car. Leaning over her, he pushed the yoke up the hood, towards the windscreen, arranging her to his liking. Now, he was going to take what he was entitled to. Again his hand went to his groin, liberating his cock.<br/><br/>Now confident that she would not be kicking him again, Jeremiah took up position behind Kriss, he placed his hands on her hips, and lined up his bulging member with her entrance. He inserted the head slowly, noting the bizarre feeling of her finally sliced - and still bleeding - pussy lips on his cock-head. Once that was in, though, he suddenly slammed the entire length of his member in with a sudden thrust.<br/><br/>He began to fuck her roughly, with the same brutal vigour with which he had just beaten her. He took no notice of any pain he felt himself as he repeatedly forced the full length of his cock into her. His hands kept a firm grip of on her hips, pulling her back every-time she tried to squirm away up the hood. His thrusts only became more vigorous as he want on, as he was growing increasingly more frustrated.<br/><br/>Jeremiah was not poorly endowed, but that woman's sex had apparently been used so many times already that it granted him little pleasure, being to large to properly accommodate him. In his frustration, he found himself leaning further over her, until he was almost lying on top of her. His hand migrated from her hips up to her shoulder, pulling her whole body down the hood and under him. He felt a new burst of arousal at the feel of her body against his, even through is clothing. Almost lovingly, he began to run his hands along her arms, carefully taking in the contours of her well muscled limbs.<br/><br/>His fingers ran down to the bend of her elbows, before going up her forearms and finally reaching the raw and abrased skin of her wrists, and the wood of the yoke that held them. He slipped his hand over the bulky restrain and began to gently grip at her hands. For a moment he began to forget who it was he was so intimately pressed against, and his fingers began to lovingly caress her palms and fingers.<br/><br/>Suddenly though, an awful thought entered his head. These were the same hands that had murdered Elaine, the same hands that had stolen from him the love of his life. It was an odd thought; while her hands were by no means dainty, Jeremiah could only think how delicate the woman's fingers felt under his, how brittle they seemed.<br/><br/>It was with that thought that he finally realised what he was meant to do. He wasn't here to kill her, but to see to it that those hands never claimed another life. Rising up a bit off her back, he let go of her left hand, and took hold with both hands of her right. he curled her fingers down, leaving up only her pinky, which he braced his thumb behind, at the top joint. In a sudden motion, his other hand took hold of her finger tip and wrenched it back. There was an audible snap as the digit broke at its top joint. Without pause, Jeremiah moved down to the next joint, breaking it in the same way. Finally, his thumb moved to the base of the finger, and that to was wrenched backwards, snapping hideously.<br/><br/>He continued on from there, moving to each finger in turn. He did the same thing each time, snapping the digit at each joint, starting from the top and proceeding down to the knuckle. Kriss's main fingers offered marginally more resistance then her pinky, but certainly not enough. It wasn't long until he had his made his way along to her thumb.<br/><br/>It was with the first break in her thumb that he reached climax. He cried out in ecstasy as several month worth of cum was shot into Kriss's ruined vagina. As he withdrew from inside her, he made the final break to her right hand, snapping the thumb at its base. Breathing heavily, he walked round to the side of the car hood, where he took a seat next to her head. He looked down at her mangled hand, almost feeling piety for her, if only for a moment. Even with immediate attention, she would probably have never been able to use that hand again, and it was unlikely she would be receiving any medical aid soon.<br/><br/>Her left hand was still fine though, clenched inside its bindings. Jeremiah stared across the bonnet at it, holding onto Kriss's yoke as he did, not letting her slide down. He was still catching his breath, but he wasn't close to finished yet. He wouldn't allow the woman to ever wield a weapon again, in either hand.<br/><br/>As he sat recovering, he looked down at the woman's face and said, almost kindly, "someday, God willingly you survive, you'll be thankful for this."<br/><br/>