Aaron took his time, enjoying his meal. Warm beans may not have been much, but he was used to less. Besides, the entertainment was top notch; his eyes never left the wonderful spectacle of Kriss desperately trying to lick up her food from the filthy concrete floor. Even after he finished his own meal, he let her keep going; lapping gracelessly at the dirt. Only when she'd licked up every last morsel did he finally stand up and walk over to her.<br/><br/>"There, that's better. Now come one." He said, pulling her to her feat. He then proceeded to lead her across the basement by her yoke, making her walk on her seared soles. He led her to to one side of the room, where there stood two stacks of boxes. They were stable constructions, six feet tall, with a couple of feet between them. Once he had her between them, Aaron took a firm hold of her yoke with both hands, and began to lift her. It was then that he realised just how heavy the yoke was, leading him to consider, with some glee, how hard it must have been for her to carry it so far. Certainly, he strained to lift both its and her weight, but he managed it; hoisting her up and positioning her so that each end of the yoke rested on one of the stacks. This left her dangling, her toes several inches above the ground.<br/><br/>Once he was sure Kriss was secure, Aaron strolled over to another box, and began searching through it. After a few moments, he produced a bow and a quiver full of arrows. The bow was his, the arrows he had taken from a dead Patrick; not as good as the ones he'd usually use; but good enough for what he had in mind.<br/><br/>"I now you never really considered me much of a fighter," Aaron mused, as he walked over to the other side of the basement to Kriss, "and I suppose I couldn't have compared to you and that chain of yours. But I'd like to think I know my way around a bow. So I've decided that you can repay me by helping me practice; don't worry, it's an easy job." Now standing across from her, Aaron now pointed his bow at her, before slowly putting an arrow to the string.<br/><br/>He was a good archer, but still, he took his time lining up the shot. He made sure not to pull the bow string to far back, not wanting the arrow to penetrate to deep. When he was ready, he took his first shot. It was a reasonable one; the arrow sailed across the room and embedded itself in Kriss's left breast. Aaron wasn't quite happy with it though, and he again took his time lining up the next shot. This time his aim was perfect; the arrow hit the bullseye; or as close as the badge would allow. Grinning to himself, Aaron took an equally accurate shot at her right breast, evening out his hits.<br/><br/>Now that he was warmed up, Aaron decided to try something a bit more fun. He put down the bow, and walked over to one of the many boxes. This one had been here before he had started using the place as a lair, and he had never thought he'd have a use for the contents. Inside was a collection of fake plastic fruit and vegetables. He retrieved a plastic apple, and then walked over to Kriss.<br/><br/>"You know William Tell, right?" he said casually, flicking one of her breast arrows, "well how about we try something similar." Without a pause, he rammed the apple into her cunt, and began pushing it inside her. He laughed at how little resistance her sex had left to the enormous intrusion, though he realised it was still enough to hurt like hell.<br/><br/>Once it was firmly inside her - one red hemisphere bulging out from between her lips - Aaron returned to his bow. He didn't have to be as careful now that he wasn't aiming at vital organs, and he drew the bowstring back all the way. The shot struck the apple dead on. Of course, the soft plastic offered little resistance, and the shaft kept going, piercing deep into Kriss's flesh. Pleased with his target, Aaron continued taking shots, firing one arrow after another at his helpless comrade. The first few clustered nicely, all hitting the apple. After that, he started to get lazy, and several began to go wide; embedding themselves in her vulva and even her thighs.<br/><br/>By the time Aaron got bored, Kriss had a total of nine arrows stuck into and around her groin. Aaron walked over to her, pausing to admire his work. "Well, I'm going to bed, see you in the morning." He said after a moment, before walking out of the room; leaving Kriss dangling.