Jeremiah turned his head, his eyes leaving her left hand, to look the Grey Bitch in the eyes as she pleaded with him. Tears were streaming down her grime covered face, who's features held a look of utter despair and defeat. With his lust momentarily sated - though beginning to grow again - Jeremiah felt a twinge of sympathy for the woman; for a moment he couldn't quite reconcile the evil creature that he knew her to be with the frightened girl he saw before him. He reached out a hand, rubbing it gently on her bruised scalp, as if to caress the hair she no longer had. But his pity was already turning to anger as he did; the Grey Bitch had shown no mercy to her many victims, shown no remorse for her crimes. How dare she now expect - and worse, receive - sympathy from him? Feeling his cock again swelling in his pants, Jeremiah knew he would not let his own weakness allow her punishment to go unfinished.<br/><br/>"You will not escape your judgement, bitch" he growled, rising from the car hood, and again walking behind the helpless woman, "and a better person then you would be than you would be thankful for it."<br/><br/>He again took up position behind Kriss, he cock standing erect. This time he was not interested in her half-destroyed pussy, instead placing the head of his cock against her anus. While it do was stretched and torn by her previous abuse, he hoped that it would still prove tight enough to provide a man some pleasure. He wasn't gentle as he pushed himself inside her tender ass-hole, forcing his cock deep into her. He found her anus still tight enough to provide some traction, and he began thrusting in and out roughly. Having so recently climaxed, his strokes were hard and fast as he attempted maintain his arousal.<br/><br/>Of course, Jeremiah was not there simply to pleasure himself, and he hadn't forgotten his duty. Again lying down on top of her, he reached up to take hold of Kriss's still intact left hand. It was tightly balled into a fist; she was squeezing with all the strength her desperation could muster to keep him from getting a grip on her digits. With all his own strength, Jeremiah began trying to pry loose her pinky. In frustration at her resistance, he slapped her several time across her he wounded back.<br/><br/>For a while strained against each other in stalemate, still fucking as they did, but Kriss never really had any chance. Jeremiah, already immensely strong, had the use of both of his hands against her lone finger. Slowly, but surely, he unfolded the first digit, until it stuck out straight, held firmly in his grasp. Just as he had done before, Jeremiah pressed his thump behind her joint, and bent the tip of the finger back until the bone gave way with an agonising crack. The other two joint followed quickly; splintering like twigs in her grip.<br/><br/>Now he moved to her ring finger. This one was easy to unfold, despite her efforts. He made the three breaks with now practices ease. He was timing the breaks with his own thrusts now, forcing himself deep into her to meet her as her whole body jumped in response to the sudden burst of pain. Kriss's next to fingers offered little more resistance, and they too were quickly reduced to nothing more then mangled protrusion. In his excitement, Jeremiah had little trouble even with her thumb; cracking both its joints it quick succession.<br/><br/>All of Kriss's fingers were now destroyed, but Jeremiah was not yet finished having his way with her. He continued to thrust in to her roughly, his strokes growing fiercer in his frustration, as climax continued to allude him. His hands again reached up to grab a hold of hers, and he began to squeeze at her fingers, the agonised cries the invoked from her spurring on his arousal.<br/><br/>This went on for some time, as Jeremiah slowly coaxed himself to finishing. After many torturous minutes (and squeezes), he let out a roar; cumming deep into her ass. He staggered backwards, his head for a moment clear of thoughts. After a few seconds, once he had recovered, he circled back around to the side of the car hood, and looked down at the prone form of the Grey Bitch.<br/><br/>She looked truly pitiable now. On top of all her other injuries, her hands were now totally ruined; their fingers mangled and bent to bizarre angles. Never again would they ever serve her in any useful manner. For the rest of her days, her hands would be vestigial lumps. As this fact sunk into Jeremiah, a calmness came over him. For the first time in many months, he felt that things were right with the world. His burning anger at the woman faded, though didn't die entirely. She would never be able to undo what she'd done to him, but now at least she had gone some ways in amending for her crimes.<br/><br/>Still breathing heavily, Jeremiah reached down and untied Kriss's legs. He then hauled her off of the rusty care hood and laid her on the ground, lying on her back. Soon he would send her on her way. But he didn't want to send her off alone into the wasteland to face the rest of her trials without making on charitable gesture. Standing over her, and keeping clear of her legs, he reached into his pocket.