This is How it Ended

by Verily Harden

  Contents

  THIS IS HOW IT ENDED

  Copyright

  INTRODUCTION

  TIED UP AT THE END OF THE WORLD

  DUCK AND COVER

  MOANING WITH THE ZOMBIES

  GIVE HER SHELTER

  TAKEN TO THE BUNKER

  GETTING OUT OF DODGE

  About the Author

  More of Verily's Work

  THIS IS HOW IT ENDED

  Copyright 2014, 2015 by Verily Harden. All rights reserved, including the right of the author to be recognized as the sole creator and owner of this work.

  This is a work of fiction. Any people, places, business entities or other things are a figment of the author’s imagination, or are used in a fictitious way.

  This work may not be copied or reproduced by any means known now or to be invented in the future, or published in full or in part on any site without express written permission of the author, except for brief excerpts used in critical reviews.

  “Lorna,” he mumbled.

  “Hm?”

  “What are you doing?”

  “Well,” she said softly, pressing harder on his cock. “I think I’m seducing you. It’s been a while, though, so I might be a bit rusty.”

  Oh, god. Dave took in a shuddering breath. This was better than any way he’d dreamed about the two of them getting together. His heart was racing, and his mind was frantically trying to decide whether the two of them should have at it in the hay loft, or try to sneak into the house and get it on in a bed.

  His dick was adamant that the hay loft was perfectly fine, and it was right there, can’t you see it, Dave?

  Dave turned and put his arms around Lorna. He looked down into her upturned face for a moment, studying her fine features. She was so beautiful, and he couldn’t believe she was attracted to him, Joe Average. She could have chosen any man, but she was coming on to him.

  excerpt from “Give Her Shelter”

  INTRODUCTION

  Presented for your reading pleasure, here are six sexy tales of the end of the world. The bang comes in various ways, from nuclear war to world-wide economic collapse to the long-anticipated zombie apocalypse.

  While the bang is different, every scenario ends with the main characters whimpering—with pleasure. I hope you enjoy these tales, and that you go out the same way.

  Have fun, dear readers,

  Verily Harden

  TIED UP AT THE END OF THE WORLD

  The world officially went to shit at 4:38 pm, on a Sunday.

  It was the middle of January, and a new strain of influenza was sweeping across the globe. Many people had gotten the latest vaccine, which they thought would protect them.

  They were wrong. Before governments could wrap their heads around the fact that citizens were dropping left and right, despite all their best efforts, those same citizens were rising again. The newly dead inflicted far more damage than any virus could have, and soon ninety percent of the world was either corpses that couldn’t rise, or those who had.

  Of course, none of it really mattered to Sally and me. We’d taken a couple of weeks off work and retreated to our remote cabin for the Christmas holiday, and we’d somehow missed the entire disaster. Since neither of us had gotten the flu vaccine, we’d counted ourselves lucky to have avoided being around while everyone was getting sick, but when the scattered reports started coming in about the dead coming back to eat the living we were sure it had been some sort of Divine intervention.

  Whatever the reason, we had a cozy cabin with enough supplies to last for a few months, and a well-equipped playroom in the basement that gave us plenty to keep us occupied. By the time the food began to run low, we’d figured out how to kill the zombies, and started mapping out suitable places to go stock up.

  Something about beheading zombies combined with finding case lots of beef stew and green beans just seemed to make us hornier than we’d been before the TSHTF. Coming back to the cabin always ended up with us dropping whatever we found that trip in the middle of the floor and making haste for the fun room.

  This particular day was no exception. I had Sally hanging by her wrists in the pink padded cuffs she liked best. She was gagged, and dressed in the slave outfit that really turned me on. It had a little band that made her tits push up nearly into her face, and a tiny strip of sheer fabric that fluttered around her ass. Just enough material to tease, and not enough to hide anything from me.

  We’d gotten started in the bondage thing after Sally read some book people were calling “mommy porn”. Neither of us had any idea what they meant by that, and I certainly wasn’t turned on by my mother. We only vaguely knew that people liked being tied up. It was enough for us to get going, though, and once we started we never looked back.

  So now I was standing in front of Sally, looking deeply into her pale blue eyes as I tapped the business end of a riding crop against my thigh. I had on a short robe like a kimono, mainly because I didn’t like my willy bobbing around naked until I was ready to get down to the actual fucking, and also because it made Sally hot to see my cock pushing through the folds.

  “Tell me what you want, Slave,” I growled at Sally. She couldn’t answer because of the gag, which kind of made my conversation with her pointless, but that girl could say things with her eyes when she got motivated. It my job to motivate her.

  Sally’s eyes focused on the crop, and I raised it until it was right in front of her face. “Have you been a bad girl, Slave?”

  She nodded frantically. She used to pretend to be scared of me a little better, but I think we were both getting too used to this scenario. Time to shake things up, I guess, and it’s not like we didn’t have plenty of time to come up with more ideas. Maybe we’d look for some manuals the next time we went on a run. There had to be an adult book store still standing somewhere.

  I sighed. Well, she had been a bad girl, having taken down a zombie without me telling her to, so I flicked the crop and gave her a zinger on the hip. Sally flinched and cried out around the gag, and my cock started to get hard. It might have been getting a little boring for me, but the dick still liked it.

  After laying a few more love taps on Sally’s rounded butt cheeks, I was ready for some real action. She was trembling and crying a little, but not too bad. I let her down from the hook she’d been hanging on, and unlocked the cuffs.

  “On, your knees, girl,” I ordered. She obediently sank down until she was resting on her heels, head down like she was supposed to wait until I told her what to do next. I looked at the top of her head for a minute, letting her get control of herself.

  “Slave, I want you to suck my cock. Take it deep.”

  I was ready for her hot mouth to get to work, and she didn’t waste any time undoing the belt to my robe and sliding it down until it puddled on the floor behind me. My cock was hard and pulsing, waiting for her to slide those full lips around it.

  When Sally took me in her mouth I sighed with pleasure. We’d had a rough day, having encountered more zombies than we’d expected, so both of us had gotten a good workout before we could gather up our supplies and head for home.

  I really needed the release I was getting now. Sally was slathering my thick cock with her tongue, getting into the head and the delicate area behind it. She could drain a man dry, my Sally.

  Her hands played with my sack while she licked and sucked, fingering the area between my balls and ass hole just the way I liked it. I tried to hold back, but it wasn’t long before I was shooting my load down her eager throat, filling her to gagging.

  When she was finished and once again sitting up waiting for my commands, I ordered her up the stairs into the main cabin. We had groceries to put up.

  * * * *


  I brought the riding crop with me so I could tease Sally while she was tidying up the place. It wasn’t a big cabin, but the main room was large enough to let us be comfortable. I’d taken her on every surface and in every nook and cranny of the cabin since we’d bought it, though we’d hit most of the places after we learned the world was gone.

  There was something about being the last known human beings alive that just got my juices flowing, and I knew Sally felt the same. She’d been more horny since we heard that last radio broadcast than I could have believed. Finding that book had really opened up our love life to more exciting things, too.

  I was happy to be here with my slave girl, truth be told. Back before the pandemic, we’d just been your ordinary couple, working and coming home to more work around the house. We’d paid the bills, but there had been very little left for anything other than the odd weekend at the beach every couple of years.

  Our sex life had been boring. Once a week on Saturday night, missionary position all the way. I’d barely touched her pussy, and the one time I’d gotten her to suck my dick she’d nearly freaked out when I shoved her head down to take it all. That had pretty much ended any chance she’d do more than spread her legs and let me have at her one day a week.

  I’d never thought about straying, and I’m pretty sure she never did, so we’d settled into our dull existence. Then we started hearing the news stories about how sick everyone was getting, and how things were going down hill fast. Instead of coming back at the end of our trip, we’d holed up and rode out the worse of it. We kept up with what was happening until the radio stopped broadcasting. Our cell phones never had good reception, so we couldn’t call anyone, or check out the Internet.

  After a month or two, we just accepted that everything and everyone we ever knew was gone, and got on with living. When the supplies got low, I pulled out a map and started pinpointing possible places we could get more food, and we made short excursions out into what was left of the world. We never saw another living soul in more than eight months, but the number of living dead seemed to stay the same.

  * * * *

  After we’d eaten and cleaned up the kitchen, I had Sally change into a bra and lacy pantie set for our next bit of fun. I was wearing jeans and a flannel shirt. With a set of bright red suspenders and some ass-kicker boots, I was getting into my role of lonesome lumberjack ready to train an innocent young lady in how to climb his trunk. It was one of our most popular games, and was usually on the menu at least once a week.

  Sally was standing with her head down in front of me. I could see her casting little flirty glances up at me, and how her tongue came out to moisten her lips. She was ready to get the lesson started, so we could get to the fucking. There was a sleeping bag spread out in front of the fireplace, ready for us to get down and dirty. I was looking forward to filling my slave girl up with some hot cum, but first things first.

  I had taken a soft bit of rope and tied Sally’s hands behind her back. Having her like that made her tits thrust up, and the bra could barely contain the round globes. Sally had big nipples, and I could see they were getting hard and pushing out the fabric.

  My dick was already stiffening, and I wanted to use the crop on the slave so bad, and then screw her brains out. But we needed to work up to it. It wasn’t nearly as much fun when we skipped any of the play and just got down to the fucking.

  I tapped the crop on Sally’s hip, leaving another red streak. Not enough to break skin, because I wasn’t in this to really hurt her. Just a little sting that would leave a welt sometimes.

  She whimpered and jumped when the next blow hit, on the other hip. Her nipples were fully erect now, and I could imagine their dark peaks clearly. I was trying to breathe through my nose slowly and keep myself under control, but I was so excited I wasn’t sure I could hold back from shooting my wad before the real fun started.

  I gave the crop a little swipe across her tits, and Sally moaned.

  “What’s that, Slave?” I grunted, using the crop to lift her chin. “Do you want more of that?”

  “Yes,” she whispered. “Please, Master.”

  I used the end of the crop to caress her breasts, running it across her sensitive nipples. She was breathing hard now, arching back so I could play with her. She never took her eyes off mine, waiting for me to touch her with the leather shaft.

  I gave her a few more swats across the hips and thighs, moving around so I could lay some on her round ass. She was nearly in tears again, wanting me to take her. I didn’t let her speak, though. I was in charge, and she knew she had to wait for me to tell her what to do.

  A sound outside the cabin made me pause as I was about to run the crop across those gorgeous breasts again. I stood for a while, trying to figure out why the hair on the back of my neck was rising. We’d had issues with bears a couple of times, but they’d always moved on without doing any damage.

  I could tell Sally wanted to say something, but I put up a finger in warning. She kept quiet, and dropped her gaze. Good slave, that woman.

  When the door burst open, I knew right away we weren’t dealing with a bear. Two men came through in a rush, bringing with them a flurry of light snow and wind. A third man stumbled in and pulled the door shut with a loud bang and a curse.

  It was something so unexpected all I could do was stand dumbfounded in the middle of the living room, staring at the men. We hadn’t seen a single sign that anyone other than ourselves were alive in months, not since the earliest days when we would occasionally run across signs that someone else was killing zombies. After a few weeks, even that stopped, and we’d thought those folks had fallen to the undead horde.

  Now we were face to face with three living human beings, and I didn’t like the looks of them at all. They were rough, dirty men, their aroma already overpowering the fresh air they’d brought in with them. The looks they were giving Sally told me she’d be getting more than a rough handling before they were done with her.

  My dick shriveled at the thought of these strangers taking my Sally against her will. Whatever we’d gotten up to in the last few months had been entirely consensual, and all because she’d wanted to act out some stuff she read in a book.

  Now I wasn’t sure what I should do. Other than the flexible riding crop I still held, all my weapons were out of reach. I’d never get to one of the guns, or even a machete, before the men took me out. The odds were not in my favor, for sure.

  “Well, what have we here,” the oldest of the men snarled. He was taking a good look around the cabin, while the other two men eyed Sally’s assets. The marks my crop had left on her were fully visible in the lamplight, and her outfit left little to the imagination. The men elbowed each other and grinned.

  The older man had taken in all the comforts of our home and turned his attention to me. I could feel his eyes roaming up and down my body. He never looked at Sally. My heart shriveled up. This wasn’t going to go well for either of us.

  “Looks like we stumbled into a right cozy situation, boys. A good place to lay up for a while, and some pleasant company, too.”

  The older man was obviously the leader. He was a big guy, going gray and fat with age but I didn’t doubt for a minute that he could kill me without even thinking hard about it. And he was into doing other men, if the way his eyes lit up at the sight of me. Or, at least it wasn’t against his personal beliefs. I wasn’t a slouch in the looks department, and the hazards of a doomsday lifestyle had toned me up. Sally had been pretty happy with that.

  Being the object of a thug hadn’t been on my bucket list, and I wasn’t thrilled with the idea any more given the current situation.

  The other two guys had yet to say a word. They listened to Old Man as he spoke, though they didn’t stop drooling over Sally.

  We had been standing in the middle of the room long enough for the fire to warm it back up, and I started to sweat a little. My brain was trying to come up with a plan that ended up with me and Sally alive at the end of the nigh
t, and I was drawing a big blank.

  “Master?” Sally’s voice was soft and fearful. There were tears in her eyes as I looked over at her. She knew what was likely going to happen to us, and it was all I could do to meet her gaze.

  The Old Man turned and scowled at her. He gave her an up-and-down look that said he wasn’t against doing a woman, too. My heart dropped. I thought Sally might be able to survive two men, but taking three as hard as these guys likely would treat her wouldn’t be good for her.

  “Who’s this master?” The leader stepped closer to her as he asked the question. Sally didn’t answer. She couldn’t speak to him or anyone else unless I gave her permission, and I wasn’t going to do it. She was my slave.

  “Answer me,” the Old Man screamed as he struck her in the face.

  Sally cried out and fell back against the couch. She landed hard, with her hands still tied behind her back, flopping over and showing her snatch. There was a trickle of blood out of her mouth, and her eyes had gone wide with fear.

  “I’m her master,” I stuttered. “She can’t speak unless I tell her to. She’d be punished.”

  The Old Man gave me an amused look. “Sounds like the best kind of woman. Silent and obedient. I hope you know how to do the same, since I’m the master here now.”

  All I could do was nod. Sally was in no position to help, and I was unarmed and outnumbered. I dropped the riding crop and lowered my head. My asshole was going to get a workout tonight, and I’d just have to accept that.

  * * * *

  I don’t really know what happened next. My balls were still drawing up into my belly at the thought of the leader ramming his cock up me. My mind was running around like a rat in a cage, trying to come up with something, anything, that would get us out of this nightmare.