Get it over with...

Sue looked up at him. “Whatever I say, it won’t stop you,” she said angrily. “Go ahead, get it over with.”

“A sensible attitude. You have recognized one of the truths of the Savage Land,” Kraven said, grabbing the blonde by the back of the neck and forcing her face-first down on the table, scattering cups and plates and meat. “I do not lie when I say you could have been the victor, but you were not, and must pay the price.” She could feel him, cutting away her jumpsuit with his long hunting knife, pushing her panties to the side, pressing the head of his rock-hard cock against her pussy lips, leaning his body down over hers. “Vae victis, Mrs. Richards, vae victis,” he whispered in her ear as he drove his cock into her, hard. An involuntary moan was wretched from Sue’s lips as he grabbed her hips, reared back, and began fucking her savagely, mercilessly, pounding her cunt harder than she could remember it being pounded before. It seemed to Sue it went on endlessly, her body pressed into the spilled wine and greasy meat and hard, rough wood of the table, her hands awkwardly bound in front of her, the hump chafing at her wrists and the exposed skin of the widening tears in her jumpsuit, before the hunter clutched her hips painfully tight, threw his head back in an feral howl and came deep into her.

Kraven pulled his sagging member from her cunt and stepped back, looking down at the panting, prostrate blonde MILF. “Do not relax overmuch, Mrs. Richards,” he said, reaching down to grab her by the hair. “Kraven uses every part of his kills.”

And he did.

…

Sue awoke on the morning naked, sprawled facedown in the dirt. She could feel Kraven’s cooling spunk in her, on her. The clearing was empty. The hunter and every trace of his camp was gone, save for the radio, lit up and emitting a faint hiss of static as it sat next to a tree. A note and the tattered remains of Sue’s panties were pinned to the tree above it with a short spear. Sue got to her feet and read the note.

“You have provided me with a quite pleasurable diversion, Mrs. Richards. Please seek me out if you wish to test skill and strength again. I would very much enjoy it. –K”

Looking down at the radio, Susan Richards could only think this would be one adventure of the Invisible Woman that would never, could never be told….