by Cedric Nye
He had never known that anything could feel this warm and good.
He let his hands wander over Sonja’s lithe, muscular body as they kissed. His hands went under her light cotton blouse, and the feel of her bare skin under his hands almost made him orgasm. He pulled away so he could look at her. He wanted to see her face, to see if he could read anything there. When he looked at her, Jango felt the flames of his desire when he saw that her face was as full of passion and heat as he knew his own face must be.
“I don’t really know what to do,” he whispered to her as he truly looked at her face for the first time. He noticed then that her eyes were a beautiful shade of lavender, and that they were burning with desire. Her full, red lips were slightly parted, and a red, flushed color had risen to her cheeks.
“I do,” Sonja promised as she reached for Jango’s belt.
Chapter 13:
Zompoc Sex
Jango and Sonja undressed each other without judgment or any kind of script. Getting undressed proved somewhat difficult when they couldn’t seem to stop kissing each other while they disrobed.
When their clothes were finally in a pile on the floor, Sonja reached down and gently took hold of his erection, and softly stroked it several times, kneading the shaft toward the tip, pulling it toward her. Jango’s breathing was ragged and uneven as he leaned his head down to her breasts, and took one of her rose-colored nipples into his mouth. She gasped, and put her strong hands on his shoulders to hold him there.
Jango licked and suckled gently on her nipple, then after a few moments, Sonja exerted a slight downward pressure on his shoulders, a subtle hint, a soft request, and he let himself be led by it.
He trailed his tongue down the flat, hard plane of her stomach, tasting her sweat on his lips. His tongue flitted over her navel, and then circled it several times. She gasped, then moaned, “Please,” in a throaty whisper, and increased the pressure against Jango’s shoulders.
Sonja felt a deep ache between her legs; a pressing need for the release that she knew would come when he finally put his mouth on her. She had heard stories about people in life threatening situations that had crazy sexual urges, but the ache that she felt between her thighs made her want to scream out loud.
She put all of her weight and strength on Jango’s unyielding shoulders and moaned again, “Please…please, mmmm, it hurts down there.” He resisted the pressure, and reached his hands around her hips to cup the firm globes of her muscular buttocks. Jango kneaded her buttocks as his tongue teased around her navel. His fingers were splayed in the cleft between her cheeks as he kneaded and held her to him.
“Uhnnnnnnn,” Sonja moaned plaintively, “Just kiss it, baby, please, please, it hurts so fuckin’ bad, just kiss it a little bit.” He finally relented, and let her push him down where she wanted him to be. Jango relished how the rough wetness of her pubic hair felt against his chest, neck, then finally his chin and lips as he slid down her body. He inhaled Sonja’s scent as he slowly knelt in front of her, and put his mouth between her legs.
Sonja spread her thighs slightly, moaning softly as she raised one leg up on its toes so his tongue could find its way in. She directed him by moving her hips, and by moving his head with a tight grip on the sides until his tongue was on the spot she needed him to kiss.
Jango felt the hard little piece of velvet that was her clitoris, and he gently licked it as she ground herself against his lips and tongue until, with a long shuddering sigh and a moaning sob, she came. He felt her spasm against his lips when she climaxed, and felt her hot juices dripping down his lips. He licked her several times, long, lingering caresses with his tongue, enjoying the taste of the pleasure he had given her.
Sonja dropped to her knees in front of Jango, and pushed against his chest until he had leaned back against his calves. She took his erection in her hand and pulled it roughly, as she dropped her face to his lap, and took him into her mouth. He tried to put his hands on Sonja’s head, but she pushed them away.
“”Uh-uh,” she said to him without taking the head of his penis out of her mouth. She slid her mouth back down his quivering shaft, while she squeezed his swollen testicles with one hand, and stroked the base of his shaft with her other hand. Sonja’s head bobbed faster, and her hand stroked more quickly. Jango felt his muscles start to convulse, and a heavy pressure building at the base of his erection.
“I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come!” Jango gasped out. He wanted to give her a chance to take her mouth off of his engorged penis before he came.
Sonja moaned around his hardness, but kept him in her mouth. Her moan pushed him over the edge, and he felt himself explode in her burning hot mouth. Jango shuddered and shivered as he emptied into her mouth. She kneaded and squeezed his balls while milking the length of his shaft. She swallowed hard once, and then her lips smiled around the still swollen head of his sex.
He pulled her mouth off of him, and there was a soft sucking sound as he slid out of her mouth. Jango kissed her mouth hard. The flavor of sex on their lips and tongues mingled in their mouths and made a taste that belonged only to them.
Sonja grabbed him by his shoulders, and as she lay down on her back, she pulled Jango on top of her taut and glistening body. She spread her legs wide, and took hold of his penis. “Mmmmmm, you’re still hard, baby.” She tugged on his erection a few times, and then she grabbed it near the base, and pulled him toward her wetness.
As Jango slowly entered her, he gasped out loud, surprised at how hot she felt inside. As he slid into her wet heat, it felt like his hard-on had to be thirty feet long. He felt like it took several minutes for him to slip fully inside her, rather than the seconds it actually took. He felt her silky wetness clamp around him as he pulled back, and felt it loosen as he plunged back inside of her. Jango gently thrust into Sonja, fully imbedding his swollen member inside of her with every thrust.
Sonja’s hands were claws on his buttocks, pulling him into her, holding him so he wouldn’t stop. She raised her knees up, and spread her legs further apart so that he could penetrate her even more deeply.
As Jango neared orgasm, he felt his muscles begin twitching and jerking. His thrusts became more urgent and less coordinated, his thighs slapped loudly against Sonja’s buttocks and thighs as he slammed into her welcoming, wet heat.
Sonja felt a rush of heat as her sex clenched, and then exploded. It felt like electricity jolting through her insides as she climaxed. She felt a flood of release as the spasms of her orgasm shook her body. She clawed Jango’s buttocks as she bucked her hips hard, keeping time with his pounding thrusts.
Jango’s face was beside Sonja’s, arms to either side of her face, hands cupped on top of her head to keep her from sliding as he slammed into her. His weight rested on his elbows and knees as he thrust a few more times, and then came inside of her with a groan of pleasure.
Sonja could feel Jango’s orgasm as his balls constricted and pumped between their sweat-slicked bodies. She felt his hot semen pumping into her, and the feeling of it spurting into her made her come again.
The two lovers shuddered and gasped in the sweaty aftermath of their passions as their sweat began to cool, and dry.
“Don’t worry,” said Jango, his voice muffled by Sonja’s shoulder. “You won’t get pregnant from me. I had my nuts clipped years ago.”
Sonja was surprised at that. “Why did you do that?” She asked him.
“Because my blood is poison, and my DNA comes from some of the foulest humans I ever heard of, and I won’t risk it going on to another generation,” he told her.
She felt his penis shrivel and slip out of her.
Sonja had to ask him, “What did they do to you? Why are they foul?” Even as she asked, she felt that she knew the answer, but with an intuition that she didn’t even know she possessed, she knew that Jango needed to answer the question out loud.
“What didn’t they do to me.” Jango said in a flat tone, not a question, a statement. Then he told her abo
ut the abuse, the horrible feeling of helplessness as the pain of his father whipping him made him shit and piss himself. He told her about the cousin who raped him when he was 4 years old. He told her how that hadn’t been the first time his cousin had done it, but that it had been the last time.
He told Sonja how his dad had laughed as he told Jango later on in life how that same cousin had raped him at a family reunion when he was only 1 year old. He hadn’t known that when his cousin, Denny, hurt him at 4 years old, but Jango believed that the spark of fire inside his chest knew, and that was when he found his strength.
After Denny had finished with him, he climbed off Jango’s back and laughed at the blood, shit, and semen dripping from Jango’s savaged rectum. That laugh brought Jango’s other cousin, Jenny, and she yelled at her brother, but did nothing for Jango. It was at that moment that he found the fire inside of him. He realized that the entire world was his enemy, and even though he lacked the words to express it, he knew it all the way to his core.
Jango rolled off the couch that he had been on, and calmly went into the kitchen where he opened the drawer where his mother kept the kitchen knives. He reached up into the drawer above his head, and took the first knife that his fingers touched.
The knife was a dull, serrated steak knife. Jango didn’t know about different kinds of knives, or even about sharp and dull knives. He just knew that they cut things. He came back into the living room where Denny had gotten dressed while Jenny bitched at him about “fucking up her baby-sitting job.”
He rushed at Denny, slashing at his crotch and thighs with the dull knife. Such was the fury of little Jango’s onslaught that the knife actually made it through the rapist’s jeans on some of the slashes, and Denny let out a high-pitched, piercing wail as he pissed his pants in fear.
Denny reached to stop him, and Jango slashed his hand. Jango didn’t need any lessons in how to use a knife. Another part of him had woken up, and it knew everything there was to know about violence.
Jango sensed something, and dropped to the floor just as Jenny tried to grab him from behind. He buried the point of the knife in her foot, and then pulled it out as he stood up and went after Denny again.
Both cousins ran from the skid-row apartment his mother and he lived in, and Jango calmly shut the door and locked it.
Sonja was shocked to her very core by the flat, emotionless way Jango had recited the horrible events that were his childhood, and even more shocked by the events themselves. She felt tears on her face, tears for a little boy that she never knew. Her tears fell for a little boy that had never really been a little boy.
Jango intruded on her thoughts, “You know; that was when I realized that I could win. I realized that no matter how bad they hurt me, I could get them somehow, some way.” He continued talking. “From that point on, if I had almost any object in my hand, I just knew instinctively how to use it as a weapon.”
“I am like an autistic-savant, socially inept, emotionally retarded, but a fucking genius when it comes to throwing-down.” Jango’s voice had a hint of sadness as he spoke of his weakness and a hint of pride as he spoke of his strength.
“I figured out a long time ago that I could never go back, I could never be “normal”. And the truth is that I just don’t give two shits any more. I just want to be left alone, and not have anybody try to take my shit.”
Jango added hurriedly, “I mean, left alone except for you! I really don’t mind you, I mean, shit! That didn’t sound right.”
He stopped talking, worried, when he felt Sonja’s body shaking against him. Then he realized she was laughing. He watched her for a moment, and then joined her in a pure, clean, laughter that felt like a cleansing rain to his battered mind and spirit.
They fell asleep after that, a soft and gentle sleep as they lay naked, entangled in each other’s arms. They were tired, and they slept soundly, peacefully unaware of the growing horde of zombies outside their sanctuary.
Chapter 14:
Getting Ready to Go
When they finally woke up, Jango and Sonja didn’t feel any awkwardness with each other or their situation. Quite the contrary, they both felt relaxed and comfortable together.
“Hey you,” Sonja purred sleepily at Jango.
“Mmmmmm,” Jango replied, smiling as he turned his head to kiss her cheek. He put his hand on her bare thigh as he felt her lips respond to his kiss. He felt his penis begin to stir, but he quelled his feelings of passion quickly. He knew that they had to get out of there, and fast.
Jango disentangled his limbs from Sonja’s, stood up, and stretched like a big cat. With his arms over his head, he stretched his torso until the ribs and muscles stood out like a bunch of fists pressing against the inside of his skin.
He jumped as he felt her hand grip his flaccid penis. “No, no, no, no, no!” He said as he felt himself respond to her touch. “We still have to get out of here. I’m surprised no one has stormed this place yet, but we can’t push our luck, Sonja.”
She let go of his penis, and sighed. “Fine, can I at least wash up? That is, if the water is still on. I can grab some clean clothes off the racks and be as fresh as a daisy in no time.”
“Yeah, yeah, of course,” Jango replied. “I will get the rest of what we need, and then we will bail.” He was profoundly relieved that she was still on board with his plan to leave the relative comfort of the gun store for the unknown dangers outside the walls.
He hurriedly checked the store for the few items he desired. He found the emergency and survival gear easily enough, and grabbed a ferro-rod for starting fires, a compass, and several emergency sheets made out of Mylar that came folded up in little 3 inch squares. The folded sheets of Mylar weren’t much thicker than a matchbook.
Jango packed the goods into his backpack, and went back the way he had come.
On his way to the back, he grabbed eight boxes of 9mm cartridges, some cargo pants, socks, and a long sleeve shirt. The clothes were a camouflage pattern, which he disliked, but Jango really didn’t care; he just wanted some fresh clothes. As an afterthought, he grabbed an extra package of socks for Sonja.
Weaving his way through the dimly lit back area of the store, his eyes roved, checking every box and every cage for medical gear. His eyes lit up when he spotted a small, but well-appointed medical supply cabinet that had a locking hasp on the door. The door was hanging open, and he could see pill bottles, gauze, and every other kind of first-aid equipment that he could want.
Jango quickly filled a shoulder bag with the items he wanted: pre-threaded sutures, a bottle of erythromycin, and some morphine tablets. “Just in case,” he said to himself. He then repacked his backpack with the extra ammunition in the bottom, making sure his spare magazines were in the outside pockets of the pack.
He looked over some of the other pill bottles, and noticed several little three-packs of medication. On closer examination, he saw that they were labeled as “PEP (Post-Exposure Prophylaxis),” and had the names of three medications on the containers. “Interferon, AZT, and Ribavirin?”
Then Jango remembered what the medications were used for. They were used for people who had been exposed, or believed they had been exposed to HIV or Hepatitis. The medication would be taken for a couple of weeks, and it was supposed to keep people from contracting the viruses.
“I wonder if this shit would work if I get bit or something? That Z-Virus can’t be that much worse than HIV, right?” Jango had a long-standing habit of talking to himself. He even answered his own questions sometimes.
“Whatcha doing?” Sonja asked suddenly.
He spun around, his face frozen in a rictus, eyes closed to slits, teeth gritted and bared, with his stick raised to strike. He saw it was Sonja, and as suddenly as he had turned, his face softened, and he smiled at her.
Sonja was getting use to Jango, and she realized that it might be wise to announce herself rather than sneaking up on him like she had.
“I found some killer first-aid gear
, and these.” He excitedly showed her the PEP packs and explained their use to her.
“Maybe they will work, maybe not,” Sonja said noncommittally. She was silent for several moments, and then she said, “Promise me, if I get bit, or whatever. I mean, if I even look like I might turn into one of those fucking freaks, you have to PROMISE me that you will kill me!” She had a stubborn look on her face, a grim and determined look and Jango couldn’t meet her eyes.
“Promise me, or I will stay right here,” she warned him. “I won’t leave with you at all.”
He looked up at her and said, “I promise, but that isn’t going to happen, so you don’t even need to think about it. Look, we are going to get out of here, and go somewhere safe, like to Montana or something.”
Sonja smiled at him and said, “Just don’t let me become one of those… goobers.” Then she asked him, “Why do you call them goobers anyway?”
He shook his head and grinned, “I call them that because they freak me out. They’re always running around like a bunch of cannibalistic mental patients, making those messed up “Rheeeee” sounds. They just act like a bunch of amped up goobers, drooling all over themselves with their frigging tongues wagging around like impaled worms.” He shuddered. Then he suddenly looked up and said, “You have to promise me the same thing. You have to gack my ass if I get to looking like I might goob’ out, okay?”
Sonja chuckled, and held out her pinkie, slightly crooked. Jango hooked his pinkie with hers and she said, “That’s a promise for BOTH of us. Now let’s get the hell out of here!”
Chapter 15:
Things Go Sideways
As she and Jango finished packing her socks, and some extra first-aid gear into her pack, Sonja suddenly asked him, “Why aren’t we taking more guns?” She had been thinking about it a lot, and she just couldn’t understand why he hadn’t loaded up with more guns.