She turns the tables

She leaned over and grabbed the massive, gnarled handle of its axe. She jumped up and stood with one leg on either side of its chest. Her muscles strained in the flickering light as she swung it up into the air in a wide arch. Its eyes, blinded by the nictating membrane, didn't register the motion until it was too late. It brought its forearm up and turned its head as the axe reached the apex above her head.

Alice stared down at the creature, sweat running down her hard abdomen, her breathing as deep as her eyes were sharp. It lay there, helpless and spent beneath the blade as her cold, glimmering eyes reflected the firelight in the cave. It looked up at her, and lowered its forearm. She gritted her teeth. "No..." she grunted. It turned its head and offered it neck to her. "Fight, Goddamn You!" She screamed. It lay there, defeated, waiting for the final blow.

Alice's body ached from holding the giant axe overhead. She felt its lukewarm jism run down her smooth thigh just as her sweat moistened her palms on the axehandle. Its chest rose rapidly. It knew its **** has come. She saw its lips quivering as it looked toward a cave painting. It was praying.

Alice screamed, and brought the axe down, hard. The sickening crunch ripped through the chamber. It echoed off the slick walls as her **** pants echoed off the walls. A drop of sweat fell from her chin to its chest.

It opened its eyes. The axe was embedded in the cave's floor, a mear 5 centimeters from its face. Alice was walking away, toward the exit she had found, when it scrambled up to its elbows. The red thug looked back to the cave painting of a Horned Serpent, and whispered prayers and thankfulness.