Dangerous Company Bundle: (Post Apocalyptic BDSM, Rough Alpha Male)

by Claudia Balvenie

  That was enough for him. He began to thrust in her mouth, filling her up. She couldn't keep her teeth from touching him, he was too thick for that. He did not seem to care. He thrust deep inside, over and over again, finally getting lost to the sensation.

  Then he shook his head and pulled out of her. He jerked her to her feet roughly, a small gasp escaping her throat. He tossed her against the bed.

  His voice had gone deep with need. “Lay your head off the side,” he ordered. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Clark become more interested. She did as he requested.

  “OK, open wide.” She did and he thrust his thick dick right back down her throat. He was not so long as Clark but the massive girth had it's own appeal. Over and over he smashed inside, forcing her mouth open even further.

  His hands though did not need to hold her open, since gravity was doing it for him. He began to explore her breasts with his hands, over the clothing. He would grab and squeeze one at a time, groping, discovering. His fingers had found her nipples through her thin bra and would pinch them, twisting, watching her squirm in discomfort.

  It was then she realized that despite his protestations, he was just as cruel and dominant as Clark. Perhaps even more so. Neither of the men had been with a woman in months. She was just an object to them, something to use for their own gratification. Deep down she knew that was something she should be offended by, but she wasn't. It was amazing to feel what a man would do when he could do anything he wanted.

  And Ed's excitement was brought on by watching her squirm. Pain, discomfort, whatever it took. She thought he would have climaxed immediately when entering her, but he took his time. He liked to shoved that fat dick all the way to the back of her throat, his equally fat balls smashed against her nostrils and watch her struggle to get a breath. Then he would released and do the same thing again, this time squeezing her breast roughly. He did this so often that she simply learned to take a huge breath whenever he pulled out, learning his tricks.

  Clark saw what was going on and moved between her legs. He was fully clothed again, and so was she, but that did not stop him from groping. He began to massage the mound between her legs, letting his fingers grope her most intimate places. He finally even pulled out his dick, once again fully erect, and laid it against her slit, over the jeans.

  Clark pushed her legs together and held them up against his shoulder. He began to slowly move himself in and out of that small triangle where her legs came together. She could feel his dick head pushing in and out of the soft denim.

  She couldn't see what was going on though. Ed had all of her attention as she struggled to breathe around him. She began to suck upon him as well, believing that if she could change his attention, he would stop trying to strangle her.

  It worked. He began to face fuck her brutally, slamming all of his dick in from head to hilt, the thick, sweaty balls smashing into her face. She was being assaulted in the mouth, her head woozy from being upside down, and unknowing of what Clark was doing between her legs. She was as helpless as she pretended. Despite the direct stimulation of her area, the mounding that Clark was doing between her legs pushed her over the edge. She felt herself finish with a shriek around Ed's fat dick.

  He was not expecting it. A shot of his seed slipped out before he even expected it. The next few thrusts were deeper and harder as he lost wave after wave of himself down her well used throat. He stayed there for a few moments longer, leaving his sweaty balls plugging up her nose until Clark pushed him out of the way.

  Suddenly he was there, stroking himself off in front of her face. She reached forward as he worked and cupped his balls, sending him over the edge for a second time. He sprayed all over her face, leaving long trails of his seed dripping down from her chin to her forehead and hair.

  CHAPTER 4

  While Clark sat back in his office chair, and Ed flopped down on the mattress, she moved into the bathroom to clean herself up. She wiped up all of their leavings, tried to make herself look presentable, and finally returned to the room.

  She noticed no one had a gun on her any longer. That was an improvement.

  “So what now, gentlemen?” She asked, tossing her used towel to Ed. He slowly began to clean himself up.

  “Now we bring you back to our camp. Our leader will decide what to do with you there.”

  She shook her head. “Our deal has already been struck.”

  “Now, when did I say that?” His grin was cruel.

  “You said it when you took your portion of the deal out of my mouth.”

  “You still have your clothes on, girlie.”

  Ed piped up from the bed where he was still gathering himself together. “It'll be fine, girl. Let's just get on the road, eh? It'll be dark soon and we need to be somewhere safe.”

  Clark nodded and wandered out the door for a few moments. He returned with a couple of zip ties and a bag. Roughly he turned her around and slipped her arms together, one wrist and one elbow and vice versa. He quickly slipped the ties around her and pulled tight.

  “Hey!” she shouted. “What is wrong with you?”

  “You're not one of us yet. We ain't revealing all of our secrets.” He began to push her towards the door. When she was finally outside, he put the opaque bag over her face.

  “We'll take you to our camp and let you meet our leader, but you're going on our terms.”

  Savage Bargain

  Dangerous Company #2

  by

  Claudia Balvenie

  Cover Art by

  pilgrim

  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

  Gwen was jerked forward, the rope that ran from the collar around her neck and ran down to her bound wrists was being yanked savagely. She stumbled, causing one of her new master's to yell back at her.

  “Keep up now, girlie! We have a long way to go!”

  She was trying, truly. But he was not very good at explaining the terrain, and the bag over her head was opaque. She could not walk at full speed.

  Clark didn't seem to care about her predicament. He let out a loud sigh of disappointment when she stumbled, yet again. This time her knee actually hit the ground, tearing the jeans she'd been wearing.

  “Look, girlie, if you can't keep up, me and Ed will take you right back where we found you. All you need to do is say the word. You can go right back to trying to survive on your own.”

  She paused for a moment and considered what he offered. Since the two had broken down the door to the hotel room she'd stayed in and taken all her supplies, she knew she was in a dire situation. The undead roamed the streets, eager to eat the flesh from the living. She was strong, no mere girl as they kept calling her. No, she was a woman, fierce in her own right. One who loved being alive.

  She would do whatever it took to stay that way.

  If that meant serving these two men, and whomever else was part of their company in order to stay safe, she would do so, gladly. The wasteland was difficult for women, even those as strong as she was. With this group, Clark, an overly tall, thin man with long, stringy, black hair, swore that she would be free to stay or go as she saw fit. However, for as long as she wished to stay with them, she would need to serve any desire that he and his compatriots voiced.

  She had met none but Clark and Ed, his bald, muscular, older companion. To judge from this pair, she had to assume that the rest of the group would fall into the same categories. She expected hardened men, cruel, forceful. It took a certain type to survive the fall of civilization. She knew that what she would have to do was going to be difficult.

  But she was strong. She had a choice, unlike so many others. That meant something to her. So whatever it took to please these men, she would do it.

  Clark jerked on the string, yanking her back to her feet. He pulled her closer, wrapping th
e rope several times around his fist to yank her to him. She could hear the heat in his voice. “You want out, girlie? Answer me!”

  “No,” she began, adding a bit of fear to her voice. This sort of man loved to think they had her cowed. She wouldn't admit that she liked being treated this way, that she would bury deep inside.

  “No?” he asked, yanking her so that her bag covered face was inches from his own. She could feel the heat of his breath against the cloth that covered her face.

  “No, sir,” she replied, hoping that was what he expected. So far he and his compatriot had not requested this sort of treatment, but it was not unexpected. She could give them that respect, if required.

  He made a “hrumph” sound in his throat. She felt the rope slacken. They were on their way again.

  CHAPTER 2

  Another couple of hours and she began to hear other voices, males that she did not recognize. Their pace slowed as she was woven between numerous boundaries. Clark had to grab her shoulders to guide her through.

  Finally she was shoved to her knees on the dirt. Still, she could feel Clark holding onto the rope that bound her wrists.

  A low whistle sounded, “Well lookie what we have here.” The voice was gruff, as if the man had smoked his entire life. She could feel the air change as he knelt before her. “Such a pretty little thing, where did you find her?”

  Clark chuckled darkly. “On a salvage mission. She'd gotten quite a few items.”

  She heard a heavy bag plop to the ground next to her, Ed's own deep voice sounding, “Here's what she had. She was set up pretty well for the winter, huh?”

  Another voice piped up from the side. “This filly's worth more than the food though.” She felt another man standing next to her, laying his hand on her shoulder. “Haven't seen one in such good condition.”

  They were speaking about her as if she were property. That was not the deal that she'd worked out with Clark. She stiffened, and hands began to roam down her shirt.

  “Better make sure she's unbitten,” the first voice began, running his hands down her chest, cupping her breasts. “Also need to make sure none of it's rotten.” He squeezed, hard, on her breasts, and a yelp escaped her lips. The smoking man chuckled cruelly. He pinched her nipples and twisted, seeming to enjoy the discomfort it caused her.

  They had still not removed the bag from her head, but Charles pulled the rope so that her arms were over her head. She felt two sets of hands lifting her shirt, baring her bare breasts to the entire group. Several of the men made sounds of approval at the sight, as they bounced when they fell from the shirt.

  Two different hands cupped her breasts. Each had it's own pattern, but both were squeezing and mounding at the tender flesh. One pushed her shirt all the way up to her bound hands, and she felt a mouth move to one of her nipples, tasting it, teasing it.

  Clark's voice came from behind her, where he was keeping the rope tight. “Sure you want this, girlie? You can still say no.”

  The fourth man began to speak, “You worked out some sort of deal?” He asked, incredulous.

  “Yeah, girl is staying with us. We'll feed her and protect her. She just has to do whatever we say.”

  The smoking man lifted his mouth from her breast. “Hah, well isn't that interesting. So she won't run, no matter what?”

  She licked her lips and spoke up, for the first time. “If you are reasonable, I will serve. I can take what you can dish out, I'm strong. But if it becomes too much, I will leave.”

  None of them said a word for a long moment. She could only imagine the looks that were passing between the others. Finally the fourth man spoke up. “Roy and I are alright with that. But we need to bring you to our leader first.” The one kneeling next to her yanked her shirt back down and stood.

  Clark jerked forward on the rope, pulling her forward. Still blinded by the bag, she could not tell where they were going. She ran into the side of the door as she was pulled into a building of some sort, smoky due to a fire that had been built in the corner. More men where there, but she could not quite tell how many. Once more she was forced to her knees, her hands being pulled over her head.

  A heavily Spanish accented voice spoke, “What have you brought us, Clark?”

  Clark spoke from behind her, where he was holding her arms in the air. “Found a nice, young girlie out on the wasteland. Still whole. Unbitten. Made a bit of a deal with her, Carlos.”

  She could hear the reproach in his voice. “You are not the leader of this gang. You do not get to make deals.”

  “Course not,” he said. He knelt behind her. He pulled up her shirt again, letting her breasts bounce freely. His hand began to cup one, savagely twisting at the nipple, which was already sore. A soft moan escaped her lips. “And you can always renege on it, if you want, Boss. But I think you'll like this one.”

  His voice sounded different, as if it had suddenly filled with need. “Tell me,” he prodded.

  “All we gotta do,” he said, as his hand slowly moved lower and began to unbutton her pants, “is make sure she's protected and fed. It's no worse than what everyone else is doing around here. And she'll serve each of us, however we deem possible.” He lowered her zipper, and shoved his hand straight down. He began to run her clit in tiny little circles. Another small sound of protest escaped her throat. She knew her whole body had to be flushed with embarrassment.

  “We would do that anyway,” Carlos began, though again his voice sounded distant and dry.

  “Yeah, but she has the final say. If she says she wants out, we let her go. Fair?”

  She could hear the man pause. Finally he began again, “We are a rough lot, you think she can take it?”

  Clark laughed then, and pulled his fingers out from between her legs. “Look how wet my fingers are? That's her response. I don't think you need to worry about it.”

  She was leaning back against him as he plunged his hands back down her pants, massaging her, readying her for what was to happen. It was frightening and exhilarating to know that these men, whom she'd never even seen, were going to take her in every possible way.

  “Alright. Chica, you have your deal. Good work Clark, Ed.” She felt the air change, as Carlos moved closer to her. “Can you speak alright, chica? What I am about to do to you, I will allow you to stop, only if you say 'I want out', understand? Say this, and we will release you, no questions asked. Anything we are doing will stop. But know this. If you say you want out, you will be on your own, and if one of the zombies comes after you, you must deal with it. We will lift no finger to protect you. Understood?”

  “I understand,” she said, fear and excitement mixing inside of her. She wet her lips and wondered what the man looked like. “Will you removed this bag?”

  “No, chica. Not now. Not for the first time. This is not about your needs, it is about mine.” He spoke to Clark then, orders that were meant to be obeyed. “Use the rope to hang her from the hook in the ceiling. I want her completely helpless.”

  As she expected, these men were just as hard and cruel as the others. Their leader, perhaps even more so. She felt herself heaved upwards, her extended toes only barely able to reach the ground. She was a strong woman, and could hold herself up by her arms for quite a while. Still, this was more than a little frightening. She could not relieve any of the pressure from her arms. She knew soon this would grow painful.

  Deep down, part of her worried about what she was doing. How many men were in this gang? What sort of horrible punishments could they dream up for her? Why was she so wet just thinking about it?

  The heavily accented voice continued. “Everyone out. I will take her in my own way.”

  CHAPTER 3

  She could feel the air change as the others filed out of the room. Finally, it was quiet. She could sense no movement, except for the slow swinging of her hanging body.

  “Alone at last, chica,” he said, slowly beginning to walk around her helpless form. “I want to see what you are hiding.”


  She felt the coldness of a long blade slide under her shirt. For a brief moment fear overwhelmed all other thoughts. Was he truly after only her body, or did he intend other, more gruesome activities?

  “The steel is fine, is it not? My best weapon. So hard to find good weapons these days.” A quick turn of the blade and her shirt was shredded down the back. He turned it then, and began to shove up her sleeve, making a slow cut that way as well. Once that one too had fallen loose, he began the other.

  Finally, her shirt ruined, he moved to her front, yanking away the cloth. He sighed contentedly. “I was afraid I'd never see such magnificent breasts again.” He reached out, grasping her in his large hand. Slowly he ran his fingertips along her nipple, watching as it rose. He lowered his own mouth to her, taking the nipple inside and sucking on it, pulling it out further than it was intended to do. He pulled his mouth away, pinching again at the nipple. She made soft sounds of protest behind the bag.