Tauren Tale

Chapter 15: Jorga

Theodore pulled himself out a little ways and then thrust upward just as hard as he could manage. She felt like he was going to rip her apart.

“How does that feel, little cow?” he whispered in her ear. His naked body was flat against her own, touching hers in the most awful of ways.

A wave of misery crashed over the girl. Sanja felt alone and abandoned, ashamed and in pain; doomed. The horrible, horrible musty smell of the beast was all over her. It smothered her wounded nose just like his body was smothering her body.

But then, deep in the darkest misery she had ever felt, she saw a bright hot glimmer of hope. Small at first, it grew bigger, and brighter, until she nearly laughed out loud.

This was not the end! This was the opportunity that she had been waiting for.

Theodore had been a fool to let his guard down like this and she had been a fool not to seize the chance more quickly. She had had the advantage all along. The rogue wanted her alive; she was of no use to him dead. His hands were the ones that were tied, not hers.

She stopped pushing him away. Her right arm was still around the back of his neck and her left hand was on his shoulder. She pulled him close, lowered her chin to her chest, and then with a sudden burst of strength, she twisted her head around and drove her right horn up to where she figured his right eye must be.

She felt it hit bone once more, but this time the impact was softer, as if it had hit the eyeball first, or perhaps crushed the thin bone of his eye socket.

The beast shrieked in pain and tried to pull away, but she would not let him. Oh no, not this time. She held him tight with her arms and wrapped only her right leg behind the small of his back. She afforded him only a single exit.

He peeled his weight off of her and opened up a gap between her body and where she knew his broken rib had to be.

She would not miss this opportunity a second time.

In a flash, her left knee came up hard and connected with broken bone.

He gasped, frozen in pain and caught between inhale and exhale; but she continued to fight. She put her left forearm across his throat and locked her ankles together across the small of his back. She was never going to let him escape.

“How does that feel?” she whispered to him as she squeezed her arms together. She grabbed her left elbow with her right hand.

He struggled.

He gurgled and coughed a disgusting, wet sound.

She squeezed with her arms and legs, working hard to force the breath out of him. Worked to deny him another breath.

The beast went absolutely wild. He raked her with his claws and struck her with his fists; blows fell upon her like summer rain, but she refused to budge. She was determined to hold on until the last ounce of her strength was gone. The impacts barely even registered in her brain.

He punched and clawed and punched some more. He tumbled around in the dust, kicking up a blinding cloud; but his strength was clearly fading. He grabbed at her arms and tried to peel them from his throat, but he couldn't seem to get the leverage he needed. It was as if his arms were better suited for slashing and grabbing someone out in front of him, rather than peeling someone away from his throat.

She bit his face – not to hurt him, but as one more way to cling on. She dug in her thick, hoof-like nails.

He lifted his weight off of her, but she clung to him like a parasite.

He tried to crawl away, but it was futile. He simply took her with him.

Without warning, his strength abandoned him, and he collapsed down on top of her.