Aaron couldn't help but burst out laughing. The last time he had seen Kriss, she had been fit young woman who carried herself with the all confidence one would expect from someone as arrogant as her. Now, she was about as pathetic as he could imagine; a physical wreck, all she did was grin moronically at him while dribbling onto her shirt, like a stray dog that thought it was going to get a treat. It was a beautiful contrast, Aaron thought to himself, it was nice to see her brought down a peg or too.<br/><br/>Still chuckling, he climbed to his feat, and slowly walked around the fire to stand next to Kriss. He looked down at her warmly, enjoying her incoherent mumbling and wiggling. Without warning, his foot shot out, kicking the box she was leaning against away. The sudden loss of support and the weight of the yoke caused Kriss to fall backwards onto the ground. Aaron looked down at her for a moment, before walking over her, making sure to step on her stomach as he did. once on the other side, he looked down at her again. He hadn't missed how much she had been enjoying the warmth of the fire, and he made a snap decision to let her enjoy it a little more.<br/><br/>Leaning down, he roughly pulled the shoes from her feat, grunting in amusement as he caught sight of her foot brand. Next, he wrapped his arms around her legs, and dragged her prone body closer to the fire. He only stopped when the souls of her feat were all but in the flames, at which point he knelt down on her legs to stop her moving them.<br/><br/>Now, Aaron got to the part he was most interested in. Eagerly, he began tugging at Kriss's jeans; pulling them down until her crotch was once again exposed. He whistled in surprise at just how mangled her cunt was; bruised, cut, scraped and torn; it wasn't a pretty sight. With a total lack of any gentleness, Aaron drove his fingers between her slitted folds, and began probing her depths. He was amused by how little resistance she offered; clearly he wasn't the first. On the way in, one of his fingers hooked the crucifix, and it almost tore off before he realised it was attached to her. With renewed interest, he found the safety pin anchor point, and twiddled it casually, he only stopped when he felt a sudden prick on his finger, and he withdrew his hand to find a piece of glass lodged in it.<br/><br/>Laughing, Aaron moved onto Kriss's breasts. He ripped open her shirt to expose them, and was pleased to find them less battered then her pussy. Kriss's endowments had caught his eye in the past, and he was happy to finally gets is hands on them. He roughly groped the fleshy mounds, fondling and twisting the pinned badges; tweaking her makeshift nipples.<br/><br/>Finally, he moved up to rest his arms on her yoke and look her in the eyes. He was practically lying on top of her now; his legs wrapped around hers to keep her feet near the fire. "The Pats really did a number on you, that's for sure," he grinned, "a shame really; I was kind of hoping I'd get the customary reward for rescuing a pretty damsel in distress, if you know what I mean, but now I frankly don't feel safe putting my dick near you."<br/><br/>He considered for a second, before going on, "I'll tell you what, how about you tell me what's been done to you; give me an idea what I'd be in for if I fucked you. Please be thorough, though you might want to be quick too, I imagine your feet might start to get a bit hot." This was a massive understatement. "After that, I might fuck your throat a bit, then we can have some dinner and decide how you can repay me. Then, in the morning, I'll take you home. How's that sound?' He beamed down at her for a minute, before remembering, "oh right," he muttered, before reaching into her mouth and tearing out the badge on her tongue. He hoped that that would let her be a bit more talkative.