"Stop squirming!" Aaron growled at the struggling bitch. He roughly banged her head against the crate she was propped up to. He kept both hands wrapped around her head, anchoring the entirety of his cock into her mouth and throat. It was a shame, he thought, that she had lost her hair; it would have made it easier to keep her in place. Not that she really stood much chance of resisting anyway.<br/><br/>The feel of her throat muscles desperately spasming, trying to remove the intrusion, was causing him greet arousal. For a moment he did consider holding himself there until she suffocated, wandering what it would feel like, and whether the dumb girl would think to bight down before she snuffed it. Fortunately for Kriss, though, Aaron wasn't quite that reckless. Instead he began to roughly fuck her throat and the back of her mouth. Every know and then he let his member slip out just far enough for her to snatch a quick breath.<br/><br/>The partial suffocation had the benefit of quickly quelling Kriss's struggling. It wasn't long before Aaron only needed one hand to hold her head in place, allowing his other to roam across her battered body. He began groping at her breasts again; twiddling and pulling at the badges, as well as her skin. Once he got bored with that, his fingerer moved to grip hers, as he suddenly got the urge to examine her comically twisted digits. They were quite interesting know; bent into all manner of strange position, Aaron enjoyed twisting and fiddling with them; finding all the new ways they could know move. He twisted several of them three sixty degrees, noting the feel of her splintered bones grinding together.<br/><br/>After many long minutes, Aaron finally reached climax; driving himself deep into Kriss's throat and shooting a thick load of warm cum down her throat. Once done, he withdrew, pushing her over as he did. He walked away from her, and over to one of the other boxes, which he began rummaging through. "You're not a bad cock sucker, Kriss." He said causally, "good thing too; it's a good skill to have know you aren't a scout any more."<br/><br/>He walked back over, carrying with him a couple of cans, some bowls and a pot. "Time for dinner, I'd say." Once back at the fire, he opened one of the cans, and poured its contents - baked beans - into the pot, which he placed in the fire. It didn't take long before the food was cooked, and he spooned it into one of the bowls. After that, he opened another can, this one containing cat food, and poured it into the other bowl, which he put down in front of Kriss.<br/><br/>"Eat." He said firmly, as he picked up his own bowl, the look in his eyes suggested he wouldn't tolerate ungratefulness here "I have an idea about how you can repay me, so eat quickly."