Devolve Bundle: (Post Apocalyptic BDSM, Rough Alpha Male, MMF)

by Claudia Balvenie

  Primal Urges

  Devolve #1

  by

  Claudia Balvenie

  claudiabalvenie.com

  @claudiabalvenie

  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.

  CHAPTER 1

  Mara thought she'd been rescued when the oil rig came into view.

  An avid sailor, she'd been on a month long vacation alone when the collapse happened. She was fortunate that she'd even turned the radio on, she normally preferred to listen to the sound of the ocean. Some song stuck in her head for days on end finally drove her batty enough to seek out the FM frequencies, hoping for any other catchy song to, no doubt, also be stuck in her brain.

  Her ears perked up at the sound of the Emergency Broadcast System. She, like any other woman born in the eighties, had heard it scores of times before. It was always followed by the assurances that “This is a test, if there were an actual emergency...”

  This time the piercing sound just kept going. Finally, after she was almost spooked enough to turn it off, a solemn voice came on the line.

  At first he was simply naming off cities. “Atlanta, Baltimore, Chicago...” the radio man toned. He listed over a dozen of the biggest U.S. cities. “... reports confirm that all have been nuked.”

  She sank to her knees, her hand flying to her mouth.

  “Ground troops have landed at nearly every major port. We have confirmation that the following cities are being held by enemy forces:” The radio voice droned on and on, as if he had already given up. Her port, Mobile, had also fallen.

  At that knowledge, Mara immediately hung her head off the side, vomiting.

  The man had no information on who had done it, no information on what to do. He simply droned on about what had fallen, what had been destroyed.

  So here she was, alone on a sailboat with nowhere to safely dock. She had food for a couple more weeks stored aboard but ultimately that was not going to be enough for her. She had to find somewhere safe to tie down, hopefully somewhere with plenty of food.

  That was when she saw the oil rig.

  CHAPTER 2

  She knew the gulf was full of these rigs, at least in the past few years. She'd never tried to get close to one, it would be dangerous in her little boat. The man waving to her from the deck was one of the most reassuring things she'd seen since she heard the broadcast.

  He was friendly enough, and the day was beautiful. The ocean was calm, and with his assistance, she was able to dock the boat against the rig itself. The docks were clearly made for much larger vessels, but he assured her that she'd be safe enough.

  He offered her his hand. “I'm Mark, welcome aboard.”

  “Mara,” she said, shaking his hand in return. He was handsome enough, if you liked your men in their mid-forties and rugged. Still, she tried not to notice it.

  “Do you have any news from the mainland?” she asked. She began to unload her spare clothing and food.

  His face darkened. “No, nothing but that emergency signal. It's been going for nine days now.”

  “Nine days?” she asked, astonished. “That means it all went down the very day I set out.”

  He shook his head. “When did you find out?”

  “A few hours ago. Thank God I turned in, else I would have docked up.”

  “Yeah...” he said, staring out into the water. “Well, might as well come aboard, let's let the rest of the guys get a look at you, see what they want to do.”

  She paused, one foot on the ladder, turning back to him. “What do you mean?”

  His face became unreadable, “Well, who knows how long this will last? Will we be rescued? I'm sure our Captain will just want to offer you a deal of some sort.”

  She took her foot off the ladder, folding her arms across her chest.

  “You know, so you can work around the rig. We'll need everyone pulling their weight if we're going to make it through this.” He said, a shrug at the end. “You don't like the deal, you can get right back on your boat, obviously.”

  Something about the way he spoke was raising the hair on her neck. Still, risking it seemed better than braving the open water, or worse, the shore line. She turned around again and began to make her way up the ladder.

  CHAPTER 3

  When she finally reached the main deck, she realized two things: The rig was tremendous and the rig was nearly empty. That was odd, and she mentioned as much to Mark.

  “Where is everyone?” she asked, gesturing to the empty deck.

  “Well, there's only around twenty of us. Most everyone is in the galley, strategizing. Maybe twenty three of us left.” He kept guiding her deeper into the complex.

  That struck her as strange. “I thought it took over a hundred people to run one of these?”

  His hand wiped his mouth and he paused, as if he were searching for what to tell her. “We were on a skeleton crew,” he took that hand and wiped his pants, nervously. “Lot of the others decided to take off, try for land. Said they'd send help to get us off the rig.”

  She didn't need to say it, it was clear that the men had not returned. She turned to a different tact. “How long ago?”

  He shrugged, opening a door for her. “Some on day two, a few on day five. Last set yesterday. You'd think they'd see the reality, huh?”

  She shivered and pulled her jacket more tightly around her chest. “What reality is that, then?”

  He stuffed his hands into his pockets. “Ain't no one coming.”

  CHAPTER 4

  Finally, the two stood in front of the door to the galley. He paused again, turning towards her.

  “Listen, the guys in here, they aren't bad people. They're going through a lot. That uh,” he seemed to search for words again, “it does strange things to people.”

  She heard yelling coming from behind the door, along with loud music. Her eyes narrowed. What had happened in this place?

  “If you want to say something, put words to it.”

  He shook his head again, and re-buried his hands in his pockets. She reached beyond him and pushed open the door.

  The music stopped dead. The eyes of more than a dozen men turned to her, standing at the door. Mark stood behind her, barring her escape. These men, all different races, different builds but still all rugged, as their profession would dictate. Their eyes were hard, to a man, and she could almost read the lecherous thoughts cross their faces. Had this been before, she might have reveled in all the male attention. Now, she wasn't sure.

  Mark pushed into the room from behind her, his hat in his hands. He was worrying at the brim, his eyes cast down.

  “Captain, I found her sailboat. Docked it. Brought her aboard. I was thinking...”

  A harsh voice called out from the crowd. “You were thinking, what?” The man it belonged to had draped himself over the largest reclining chair in the large galley. He was tall, lanky, with black hair that reached his shoulders. The beginnings of a beard marked his hard chin. “You aren't paid to think, Mark.”

  “Well, no, Sir. Still maybe you and Mara here could work out an arrangement?”

  The Captain abruptly arose to his feet. He threw back his neck and swallowed the last of the amber liquid, then tossed the bottle to the ground, shattering in dozens of pieces. Fear jumped in her throat. Had she gotten herself into an even worse predicament?

  The Captain sauntered over to Mark. She could smell the alcohol on his breath, but unlike Mark, she did not lo
wer her eyes. When he spoke, he poked Mark in the chest with each word. “Why. The. Hell. Would. We. Need. An. Arrangement?”

  His eyes darted to Mara's, an apology on them. She supposed he never thought that things would go this badly. She would have to negotiate for herself.

  “Listen, I'm just looking for food, shelter and protection until we can find out where to go from here. I want to know what's going on out there, just as badly as you do.”

  The Captain's eyes, very slowly swiveled to her. He made a show of letting his eyes linger down her body, all the way to her feet, then straight back up again. He slowly sauntered to her, laying a hand upon the wall and leaning over her whole body, intimidatingly. She kept his gaze as the other hand lay upon her shoulder, threateningly.

  She had stood up to bullies before. She could do it again. And this man had things that she needed.

  For the first time he spoke to her instead of just about her. “What sort of bargain have you come up with, girl?”

  She held his eyes, though she could sense Mark's tenseness, so close to her side. The Capitan however was using his whole body to tower over her, to shield her from other eyes. He began to run his hand down her arm from her shoulder.

  “Whatever it takes. Cleaning, cooking, fighting, you name it. I can do it.”

  He laughed darkly, his hand moving towards her stomach. She did not flinch, she did not blink. She kept staring him down.

  “We have a cook, we have a janitor. No one here to fight. But there are a few things that we are lacking, still.” With that, his hand moved up higher, and cupped her breast.

  “Fine,” she said, holding his gaze.

  “Fine?” he asked, clearly expecting another answer.

  “I said, 'whatever it takes.'”

  He laughed cruelly, and took that breast, squeezing it tightly, possessively. “Stupid bitch. I can take whatever I want from you. I don't need your permission, I don't need your deal.”

  “Captain...” Mark began, no doubt trying to come to her rescue. Unlike the other men in the room, he did not seem to have devolved to such a state that he could treat a woman like property.

  She held her open palm up to him, stopping him from speaking. “You don't, no. But you lose nothing in taking it. You'd still have to feed me, shelter me, protect me. All I want is the ability to leave after this is all over. And I want your assurances that I can take my boat and go if I choose.”

  He made an aggravated sound in his throat. “So we just gotta make you enjoy this, and you will never want to leave.”

  A half smile touched her lips. “Something like that.”

  He waved his free hand dismissively. “Fine. You have your deal.”

  He then immediately began to unbutton her jacket.

  CHAPTER 5

  She hadn't quite expected that. There were more than a dozen men in this room, all of them staring at the two of them, some already grabbing their crotches in anticipation. She tried to chuckle lightly, to play off her embarrassment at so many staring at her.

  “Come on now, Captain... I don't even know your name. But don't you want to go somewhere a little more private?”

  He jerked her jacket off and tossed it to the ground. Her tight top strained against her breasts, and of course she'd not bothered with a bra. She'd been alone on the sea after all, she'd rather be comfortable. She felt so many eyes going straight to her already hardened nipples. The Captain began to pull at them with his gloved hands.

  “Harknel. Captain Harknel. And we've been out here for months. The Internet has been down for ages. Can't recall the last time these boys would have seen tits or pussy. Give 'em a bit of a show, eh, girl?” With that he grabbed either side of her shirt, and ripped it straight down the middle. Her breasts were suddenly exposed for all of these men to see. She didn't even know their names. Her face flushed in humiliation. She immediately crossed her arms over her breasts.

  The Captain jerked her hands away with that vicious strength. Once he let go, she instinctively covered them again, and he once more jerked them away, hard enough to bruise. “Marcus, get me those ties.”

  A dark skinned man jumped to his feet and raced to the Captain with a pack of plastic ties. The Captain pushed her forward in front of all the other men, then walked behind her. He quickly fastened one to her, holding one wrist to one elbow, then he did the other. “Since you can't seem to keep from covering yourself,” he grinned. Then he lay his hand on her head and forced her to her knees.

  All of the other men watched. The room was utterly silent except for what the Captain and she were doing. Even her white knight, Mark, had his eyes fixed on the proceedings. His eyes too were glazed with lust.

  She straightened her back, and tried not to be so embarrassed. Being taken by a group of men had always been a fantasy, although certainly not in this situation. All she had to do was to please them. She was no virgin nor was she still in her twenties. She knew what to do and how to do it.

  All she had to do was take it.

  The unmistakable sound of a belt unbuckling brought her back to the task at hand. Inches from her face, the Captain slowly unzipped his zipper, seeming to enjoy dragging the scene out. He reached inside and pulled out his fully erect cock, bright, angry, and already dripping with his pre-cum. He slowly ran his hand up and down the length, while the other hand held onto a big hunk of her hair, keeping her from moving her head.

  He very slowly began to rub the head along her still closed lips. She could feel the juices against them.

  “Just say you want to leave, and you don't have to do this.” He said, laughing sadistically. He knew good and well that she wouldn't refuse.

  “No?” he asked. “Good. Open up, you dirty, dirty whore.”

  She only parted her lips slightly, but he did the rest. He did not bother being gentle. This was not about her pleasure, and she knew it. Her mouth was simply empty one moment, and the next overflowing with his dick.

  He was harder than she'd ever felt from a cock. It was strange, most men had at least some give in their dicks, but not this one. When he would pull out and then shove himself back in, it was almost like being stabbed in the back of the throat. It was a strange sensation, no doubt it could become painful after enough time.

  None of this concerned the Captain. He was only after his own orgasm, and she was merely a vehicle in which to provide it. It was strangely thrilling to her to see what a man would do, left to his own devices with a woman's body. This is exactly what he wanted, no preamble, no trying to make it so that she too enjoyed herself. She wasn't sure exactly why, but it was like seeing a forbidden side to a man, something that he would only do while alone. That made her nether regions clinch in response.

  He kept smashing down her throat, over and over. The grip in her hair had changed, he put a hand on either side of her head now, moving both her and his own hips to heighten his pleasure. He had not bothered to pull out his balls, so instead the bottom of the zipper was smashing into her chin. She couldn't stop him to tell him, she was bound behind her back and he was taking her face. If she even tried to move her head, his strong arms kept her still.

  Finally, when she believed she could take no more, he released with a shudder. His fingers dug into her hair, holding her tightly, the end of the massively hard dick pressed against her throat. She could feel the squirts of his seed as they slammed into the very back of her mouth.

  She couldn't swallow it fast enough. It filled her mouth, only some going down to her stomach, the rest pushing back to her lips, dribbling down her chin in a bubbly mess.

  He took a long time gaining his composure, but finally he pulled himself out. His dick left another trail of semen behind as it was removed. Someone handed him a towel and he began to wipe himself down.

  She heard the sound of another zipper being lowered. She was saved from taking it again, that quickly, by the Captain.

  “Give the girl some water, hmm? Give her some every time. We're not savages,” he said, unaware of
the irony. “Oh, yeah, and ask her if she still wants to before you take her.”

  Sufficiently cleaned, he stuffed himself back into his pants. He wandered back to the best recliner, stuffing himself back in it.

  That's when she noticed the video camera.

  CHAPTER 6

  Her eyes went wide. “What the Hell is that?” she asked, her voice nearly shrieking.

  The Captain's satiated gazed turned to follow her own. “What? That's a video camera. Where are you from girl, you don't know what a camera looks like?”