She stood before him in only her shorts and her bra. The poor bra had seen some wear, it was one she'd scavenged long ago and barely held her breasts in check. She'd thought of discarding it many times, but it simply made her feel closer to the time before. But she could no longer mourn the times before, she must only move forward and try to keep herself safe.
He very slowly slid the blade against her skin and under one shoulder strap. She could feel the cool metal against her skin, and her breath quickened. A sudden movement, and the strap was sliced in two. He trailed the blade along her chest and to the other strap. This one too he caught in his quick slice.
The straps were most of the support the bra had. It nearly turned over with the weight of her breasts falling forward. He glanced to Charles, who was taking another swig from his flask. He nodded his approval.
The cut that finally loosened her bra was quick and unexpected. She suddenly felt her bra sliced open, and her chest was free to their lascivious eyes. A thin trail of blood ran down between her breasts. She didn't even feel the cut, but she did hear Charles unbuckle his belt.
Joseph made no move to touch her breasts, instead he led her over to Charles, who was now unzipping his belt. He freed his long dick and slowly ran his hand up and down the length with one hand while drinking from his flask with the other. Joseph was behind her. He slid the length of the long knife underneath her shorts. He pushed her forward then, and Charles set down his flask so that he could reach up and grope her tits.
“Much better than anticipated, darlin. That bra of yours did you no favors at all.” He squeezed one, and then the other, clearly in control of the situation. Joseph was teasingly running the knife against her skin, slowly cutting through the fabric.
Charles traced one finger in between her breasts to the small cut that Joseph had left. Some of the blood was on his finger, which he raised to his lips. “You taste good, darlin.”
Joseph finally tugged her shorts and underwear away and he pushed her forward. Her breasts lay on Charles' muscular, though still clothed, thigh. He pointed his dick towards her face, rubbing it against her lips.
“Come on now, darlin, I know you know how.”
She did. Still it was much harder from this angle, without him to control it. His cock was stiff, and not one that easily bended downwards. Add that to the sheer length of the member, and she was having to rise up high on her knees in order to just start the act. She had just gotten his bulbous head into her mouth, trying to moisten it the rest of the way down to make it easier to perform when Joseph grabbed her by the hips and thrust straight into her.
She shrieked. He was so large, and though she was excited, her body had never taken something so thick before. It was an adjustment, and at the time, a painful one.
Charles wasted no time. He used her surprise to work his long dick deep into her throat once more, grabbing her by the back of the head and thrusting inside.
Charles did have a way that he enjoyed face fucking a woman, for that was exactly what it was. He simply held her head still, and used the motion of his hips to pleasure himself with her mouth. He closed his eyes, enjoying himself, thrusting in but not as deep as the first time. She sensed he wanted to make it last.
Joseph was not thinking the same way. She wondered if it had been a long time since he'd been inside a woman. His thrusts were frantic and primal, at least they were as soon as he'd widened her hole enough for his dick to fit. He kept grabbing her hips, pulling her back fiercely, savagely, quickly. She could tell from his motions that he was not long to last.
So she found herself pinned between the two of them, though they were not in sync. Joseph had clearly let his bestial urges loose and simply could not maintain any sort of rhythm. He thrust in whatever manner felt best to his own sensations, spending no time worrying on her ability to manage both of their assaults. Charles, while more circumspect in his face fucking, was simply not pushed to the ferocious edge that Joseph had found.
Joseph could hold on no longer. He spasmed inside of her. He was so large against her outer walls that she could actually feel his dick losing control and spraying deep inside her womb. Wave after wave of his seed filled her insides, and though he'd already unleashed, he had several more hard thrusts before he had truly expended himself. He collapsed on top of her, his heavy weight nearly knocking her over. Charles kept her head up, never stopping fucking her face.
Charles didn't even bother opening his eyes. “Clean her up.”
She didn't even know what sort of towel he used to clean her up, but Joseph used a gentle hand and something wet to make sure that all of his cum was dried up from around her. Then he went to the bed and lay down, trying to catch his own breath.
Once Joseph was finally out of the way, on the bed. Charles opened his eyes and let go of the back of her head. He pulled his sopping dick from her throat and pulled her up to her feet. He let his hands roam her body, intimately exploring all of her parts.
“Now, I want you to prove to me that you want to be here, that you want this,” he began. “I can hold you down and fuck you all day long, and I'm sure that we will have plenty of that. But before, I need to know that you want this. So I'm going to ask you to do something you will find, well, rather uncomfortable.”
A worried look crossed her face. She spoke, though her mouth felt strange after having sucked him for so long. “What would you like?'
“Turn around,” he turned her then so that she faced Joseph on the bed who was suddenly becoming interested again. He sat her down in his lap, his throbbing, long dick pressed against her ass. It rose all the way to her waist and slightly beyond. He rolled her nipple around in his fingertips and squeezed.
He put his lips right next to her ear and spoke. “I want you to put my dick all the way in that tiny ass of yours. And you better enjoy it. Got it?”
She felt herself take those quick, excited breaths again, and her breasts bounced in his hand. He knew exactly what he was doing. And he could tell that she enjoyed it too. Despite the fact he might tend to more forceful pleasures, he clearly enjoyed the manipulation just as well.
He was certainly lubricated enough she knew. She'd seen to that herself. So all that was left was to see if she could make it fit. She rose up to stand, and positioned him at the entrance to her tight hole. She tried to let gravity take it in, but no doing. She felt the smoothness of his head as it caressed her ass.
So she pushed down once, and nothing happened. She was sitting on his monster dick as if it were a stool. She frowned and wet her hand, massaging it into her ass before trying again. She let her own fingers go into her rear end, just to make sure it would be wide enough. She slipped one in, then two, while he watched. He stroked himself while she worked as hard as she could to loosen herself and do as he wished.
Finally she'd done all she could and decided to try again. This time she had some success, even with her hard pushing, she had not gotten the whole head inside. She stopped, calmed herself down, told herself to relax. It could be done. It had to be. This sex might be the key to her survival.
She tried once more, her mind calm. She felt the bones move in her ass, allowing his smooth, bulbous head inside of her tiny, tight asshole. She knew the hard part was over. Now she simply had to let gravity do it's work.
Gravity was slower than she expected. So she began to touch her clit as a means of getting more excited and allowing her anus to relax to accept him. This had another affect, as suddenly she noticed Joseph, stiff again and stroking himself on the bed.
The excitement she'd felt since they'd come upstairs had become too much. She'd not allowed herself any sort of release in so long, and the insanely thick dick that was slowly sinking into her body threw her over the edge. Add to that the extremely attractive man so close nearby one who had no doubt had tons of beautiful women. Yet he was already thick and excited again while watching what she was doing.
The sensations were beyond her control. She'd wanted to hide from them how m
uch she wanted them. She wanted it to be something that, for Joseph she could use to make him feel guilty. For Charles it simply would make him more aroused. But she couldn't take it. She could not control what her fingers and the feeling of that long thick rod in her ass was doing to her. She came blindingly, earth shatteringly, her pussy and ass contracting, grasping, shaking around his dick.
She didn't think he'd expected that. All of his deliberate actions were tossed out the window. He shoved her to the ground then and began to pump his long cock in and out of her tiny ass. Suddenly, Joseph was there too, in front of her, holding his dick and stroking it brutally. She felt another orgasm hit, which tossed Charles over the edge, as he sprayed his thick seed deep inside her ass. Joseph didn't last much longer, his second climax was tossed all over her face and hair.
Once he'd caught his breath, Charles patted her on the rear end before pulling himself out with a pop.
“Guess that answers my question.”
HOSTILE TAKEOVER
Contract #3
by
Claudia Balvenie
Cover Art by
Artsiom Kireyau
@claudiabalvenie
claudiabalvenie.com
Copyright 2014.
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the author.
All characters are above the age of 18
CHAPTER 1
It had been only a matter of weeks since the bombs had fallen.
Anna had never been a country girl, she preferred her suburban lifestyle. She never had to worry about anything more than when Ulta was having it's yearly sale.
Since the collapse she'd had to learn how to survive in the swampy wilderness of her Southern homeland.
She was failing miserably, on the verge of starving to death when her angels found her, her big burly men who pulled her from the edge of death and made her part of their group. They fed her and protected her but required only that she be contracted to their service.
That service was entirely sexual.
Whatever depraved needs these two men had she was obligated to allow. And the two of them were very creative.
Joseph was a large man, clearly ex-military. If the build of his muscles had not puzzled it out for her, the tattoos that ran down his arms would have. He was kind in his own way, but when it came time for her to please him, he was insatiable. Yet there was a kindness in him. When the two of them were alone, he could be gentle and would even make sure she was pleased.
But Charles, her other owner, had a cruel streak. Unlike Joseph, he enjoyed the dominance. He preferred conquest to gentleness. He treated Anna like a sex slave, yet enjoyed telling her at any protest or any difficulty that she was free to leave. He knew she would not.
She regretted it, but as much as Joseph pleased her, she preferred her time with Charles. There was something about surrendering control to him that sent electricity down her spine every time.
And when the three of them were together at once she could forget what had happened to civilization.
CHAPTER 2
Time passed and their lives became routine. As they originally had discussed, they fortified their fencing, laying out wires to warn them if anything got too near. They'd cleverly set up cans to rattle together and let them know if anyone approached. They not only hung these from the already existing fence but also set up other trip wires in more hidden locations. They allowed only one point of egress for when they needed to leave and return. Save for Charles' hunting trips there was really no need to leave the confines of the cabin that they'd settled in.
And it was an impressive cabin. Clearly it was for some rich family to come and get away in the woods. There was plenty of hunting as evidenced by Charles' ability to come back with deer or turkey or wild hog. With the built in skinning shed, he'd had everything he needed to butcher up whatever he managed to snag.
Anna had found some books nearby and was trying her hand and salting the meat. None of them knew if or when the game would dry up. It was just sensible to save for later.
She had also found seeds hidden away in the shed and started a small garden. It was still early enough in the summer she thought she might get a harvest in. She'd never tried gardening in her life, but it seemed simple enough. At least it was worth trying now when they still had Charles' hunting to fall back on. If she'd had a good harvest she thought maybe she could can some of her produce for when they'd need it through the winter.
She had sworn she would never go hungry again.
As the days flowed one into another, days full of hard work and even harder sex, Anna had only one issue.
Since the first evening they'd arrived and Joseph had cut her clothing off, no one had bothered to scavenge any other clothing for her.
It both frustrated and excited her. She was appreciative of the looks her men gave her as she worked around their home, but it also was humiliating, to never be able to hide her body behind some sort of wrap. She was always a sexual object to them, no matter how much she provided to their partnership, It irked her.
And so she would work outside in the sun, day after day, clad in nothing save a pair of gloves she'd found in the shed for gardening. Both men said they preferred it this way, that it made it easier to get through their own difficult day. They enjoyed keeping her as their sex slave.
Charles assured her that he'd make sure she had plenty of stuff to wear before it got cold, yet she'd yet to see either of them actually bring home clothing on their foraging trips. She knew this was deliberate.
Sometimes it was annoying to her, when she was in the middle of one of her chores and one of them would bend her over and force himself into her. It was never the sex she minded, only the timing.
She'd find herself caked in mud when hands would grab her around the waist and pull her backwards. She'd drop her spade to the ground and try to brace herself. One second she was empty inside and weeding her carefully tended garden, the next she was nearly upside down and impaled upon one or the other's throbbing dicks.
It was always better when it was Joseph to do this, he at least did her the courtesy of wetting his hand and rubbing it along his dick before he smashed himself in, his balls slapping into her clit. Charles liked to hear the shrieks she made when she was bone dry. That damnable cruel streak of his often left her sore afterwards.
It was during one of these events that the first other human they'd seen since they met happened upon their home.
She had been tilling at the garden, trying to keep the weeds out of her tiny seedlings when Charles had pushed her hands into the dirt and thrust deep inside of her. That was when the cans clanked together behind them, on the far side of the fence.
He pulled out of her and drew his pistol, pushing her down into the ground before turning and scanning the horizon.
“Ho! Hello! Anybody home?” A cheerful male voice called out from behind the fence.
Jacob had heard the unknown voice and stealthily moved to the far side of the fence. The two of them made their way to the gate. Jacob was clearly the ace in the hole.
“Hello? Hi, I'm just a trader! I'm not here to hurt you!” the fellow called, while the trip wire continue to clank. The wire they'd hung was on the outside of the already existing wooden fence. They'd repaired it over the time they'd stayed at the cabin, leaving it hard for anyone outside to see without pressing their eyes directly against a slat.
Charles flattened himself against the side of the fence, his pistol pulled to his chest, straight up. He gestured to Joseph, who took a secondary position with his shotgun pointed at the gate. All at once, Charles flung the latch to the fence open and spun his pistol to face the fellow outside.
For someone who'd been wandering the countryside, he seemed awfully surprised to have a gun in his face. He threw his hands up in the air and squealed. “I'm just a merchant, just a merchant!” He was a large, dirty man
. Old stains riddled his shirt.
Charles kept his pistol trained on the balding fellow. “Why are you here?” He asked, venomously.
The man gestured behind him to the overstuffed cart he carried nearby. “I'm simply trying to trade, trying to make my living in this world. Come now, surely there's something you need? We don't need any violence!” His voice was still high pitched. Anna wondered how he was still alive. He must have some sort of backup, else he'd have been dead long before.
Charles looked past the man into the woods. Clearly he believed the same as Anna. “Tell your bodyguard to come out where I can see him.”
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