No?

“Indeed, I could,” Kraven said as he lightly ran the back of his hand down Sue’s side. She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth as he gently stroked her naked flesh, running the tips of his fingers over her breasts, between her thighs.

Sue started as Kraven’s touch. She had not realized how rapidly her heart was beating, how hard she was breathing. She was utterly helpless. The beast, Kraven, anyone could take her, use her…it felt…it felt..

“But I will not. Yet.” He took out his knife and cut the blonde loose, save for one stand of the spider-silk rope that he quickly looped around her neck. Tugging it like a leash, he led Sue out of the cavern.

Sue followed Kraven through the jungle, confused. She loved Reed, she couldn’t betray him. Especially not with this man, a killer, a brute who hunted humans for pleasure. And yet, when his strong hands caressed her flesh, his hard body was close to her own body, helpless… she had felt something. What was happening to her?

After carefully stepping over the tripwires Kraven had set up to guard himself from the predators – animal, human, and other – that roamed the strange jungle they came to his camp, a simple tent in a clearing. As Sue looked about, fidgeting uncomfortably, the hunter put a haunch of meat over the fire, entered the tent, and reemerged carrying his promised radio. As Sue watched, he removed the battery and placed in in a case with an electronic lock.

“You shall have the combination when you have redeemed your word, Mrs. Richard,” he said. He sat on a camp chair and leaned back, watching her expectantly.

Sue’s mind raced…”can’t betray Reed, must get back to Reed…” In the end, she could see no escape. If she wanted to see Reed again, she would have to give herself to Kraven. “Might as well get it over with,” she thought. Glaring at the hunter, she stepped forward, fell to her knees, and unfastened his belt. She pulled his tight pants down, and his cock sprang out, it’s growing stiffness belying the cool expression with which he looked down at her.

She closed her eyes and dropped her red lips around the stiffening member, bringing as much as she could into her mouth, withdrawing, and taking it in again. She tried to think of Reed, but it wasn’t Reed. It wasn’t his masculine scent that filled her nose, his masculine taste that filled her mouth. She began to feel lightheaded. She was degrading herself with this man, and she, and she…

Kraven’s hips began to move, pulling her out of her reverie. She tried to pull away, but his hands were on her head, griping her hair, holding her head to his crotch as he growled and came, pouring his hot seed down her defenseless throat. He finally released her, and she fell back, coughing and sputtering.

“A most impressive display, Mrs. Richards,” Kraven said. “But I fear our dinner will be burned if I allow you to go on much longer. Will you join me at table?”

Table, in this case, proved to be made of crudely hacked planks, set with haunch of roasted dinosaur and potent red wine poured generously into coconut-shell cups. Kraven ate vigorously while Sue, once she had washed the taste of the hunter from her mouth with a long swig of the wine, picked at the food, torn between hunger and a desire not to accept the hunter’s hospitality.

Karven set down the bone he had been tearing meat from. “If you hunger, you should eat,” he said. “This is the Savage Land. There is no need for restraint, here. You flee, you fight, you feast, and then…,” he said, looking her up and down.

“Some of us do not throw off civilization so easily, Mr. Kravinoff,” Sue replied, afraid she had not sounded as certain as she had intended.

The hunter stood and walked over to her. “But this land changes those who pass through it, in ways gross and subtle,” he said, removing his belt as he looked down at her. “I think it has wrought some changes in you. Do I lie?”