I wanted her so badly my cock throbbed in pain. I grabbed her legs and pulled her until she was flat on her back. The handcuff around her right wrist clanged against the drain pipe it was connected to. Jesse let out a gasp. My enthusiasm startled her but I was only focused on burrowing my cock in the finest and most succulent snatch I had ever had in my life. I raised her t-shirt above her tits and her nipples where begging me to swallow them whole.
I unbuttoned my shorts and unzipped them. I had to let my big guy breathe. Jesse thinks I’m a leader. I will show her I can lead my cock so deep inside her. I dove down and took a nipple in my mouth. My tongue danced around her solid knob until my teeth decided to tug at her nipple until her back arched to meet my teeth.
With one hand I had freed myself of my shorts. I was cock free and hanging. I lifted both Jesse’s legs and pushed them open as wide as I could. I was going to dive into her. There was no time for working my way in gently. I would break and enter.
I licked my way back to her lips and plunged my tongue deep into her wet mouth. I worked my tongue from her chin to her neck and then her collarbone.
“Nick.” Jesse called out to me with a halting hint. I didn’t stop. Jesse calling my name turned me on not off. If you start me, if you start me up I’ll never stop. Rolling Stones lyrics ran through my mind. I slowly lifted up so I could ram my cock deep inside her.
“Nick, no I don’t want to infect you.” Jesse took her free hand and held it at my chest. Was she trying to hold me at bay?
“Fuck the infection!” I slapped Jesse’s hand off my chest and pinned it above her head with her other hand that wore the handcuff. I closed my eyes and with lightning speed I jammed all eight inches of my throbbing thick cock into her juicy rabbit hole. I am in Wonderland. The infection is worth this pleasure. With every hard deep mind blowing thrust I can only hear my own grunts. My eyes slammed shut. If I open them and look down at her I will explode. Don’t look. Don’t look. Just so. Go long. Go deep. Shit no don’t cum. I pulled half way out and the fiction and wetness makes the gushing sloshing sound I love to hear.
This will be over soon and I’m not afraid to admit it to myself. I know I touched all Jesse’s internal organs with the tip of my cock. I plunged completely back into her and I pushed harder and faster and deeper with every pulsating thrust. My grunts grew stronger, louder and fiercer.
I whipped my cock out of her delicious hole and looked down at her frozen body. Her eyes were squeezed closed. She was biting her bottom lip. I slapped the outside of her thigh with my closed hand. Her eyes popped open.
“Flip over, hands and knees.” I commanded and she moved to slow for me so I helped her into the doggy-style position. “Face down, ass up.” I instructed and she did as she was told like a good little puppy. Jesse started wiggling her ass from side to side and I closed my eyes and tried to shake off the image before I blew my fuse. I opened my eyes and she was rolling her ass in perfect circles. She was hypnotizing me with her sexy round ass and her perfect pink snatch. With every circle she made with her ass her asshole opened wider and wider. It was calling out to me and I wanted in. I had to get in. I had never been in there before and if it was half as good as the other holes I would shoot my wad instantly. My cock was salivating at the head. I used my wetness to gently work my way in the back door. It was so, so, so incredibly tight. Don’t cum, don’t cum, don’t fucking cum, played over in my brain. I moved in and out slowly until she opened up. She barely opened and there was little room for me to move. The fit was tight but I managed to get all the way in and without warning Jesse pounced back on my cock in rapid speed. She bounced back and forth. I could feel my balls hitting her juicy lips and without warning she slammed her ass hard onto me and I exploded inside the tightest space I had ever been. I blew until I filled her tank up. I thought ‘King Kong ain’t got shit on me!’ Why I quoted Denzel Washington in my mind was strange but I did feel like a beast, like a giant monster, like a real true leader, like the heavyweight champion of the world. The champ is here!
I pulled out and lay down next to Jesse. She covered her body with a blanket and she turned on her side to face me. I was flat on my back surveying the ceiling. The plaster was covered in bubbled watermarks and peeling. I never noticed it before. I found myself studying all the imperfections in the ceiling.
“Nick.” Jesse’s voice weakly crept out. I turned to give her my full attention. Damn she had beautiful eyes. I will never forget what they look like, what they feel like when they are on me.
“That wasn’t a good idea. I don’t want to infect you.”
“Fuck it, it’s done. We don’t know exactly how it’s transmitted. You didn’t bite me so whatever. Come here.” I extended my arm so she could snuggle into her spot, the place between my chest and my bicep. Jesse cuddled into my arm and pushed her nose into the side of my chest and laid her head on my shoulder. The sweet grapefruit scent of her hair drifted up my nostrils and lulled me to sleep.
I woke only an hour later. I unraveled my body from Jesse’s. She was still Jesse, still human, still peacefully asleep and human. I sat up and headed down the hall to the restroom. I washed up in the sink and brushed my teeth. I caught my reflection in the mirror. My hair was growing too long even for me. I needed a haircut.
I got dressed in a new pair of preppy plaid Guess shorts and a goofy polo shirt. I would never wear this get-up in my old life but it was something Kait had picked out. She was everyone’s personal shopper. I strapped on the holster Joe gave me and put my Glock in it. I had to leave to get a smoke and I didn’t want a cigarette. I could never get high in front of Jesse. I was embarrassed that I was back to my old habits but it was marijuana not meth. If people with glaucoma could smoke weed then I think it’s fair to say people who have survived a zombie apocalypse can smoke weed.
CHAPTER 18
JESSE
I woke up naked and alone. Nick had stepped out again, a nice way to say he ran for the hills. I truly believe that he has a difficult time looking at me. I know he is stressed waiting around for me to turn into a deadie. Every day that passes brings more confusion. Why is it taking so long for me to transform into a monster? From what I know, all you do is go to sleep and wake a deadie. All I do is sleep. So why do I wake up every single time as myself. I haven’t changed at all. I look the same. I felt exactly same and I sound the same. My mind is my own.
Now all I did was wait for death to creep in and take me away. If waiting was hard for me I can’t imagine how hard it was for Nick. All I do is eat, sleep and read. Nick barely looks at me. He rarely talks to me. Today I felt the warmth of his arms and the comfort and strength that he has given me in the past. I’m too afraid to ask him his thoughts. At least I’m more comfortable on the floor with the handcuffs. Who the hell am I fooling? I hate this situation. Maybe I should hate him but I just don’t. I smile as I remember him risking his life to make love to me. I would die if I infected him. My awakening is only momentary. I’m tired yet again. I feel my eyes getting heavy. I hope this time I won’t have a nightmare. Why bother to hope? Sometimes my sleeping nightmares are better than my waking reality.
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My eyes fluttered open and I had to figure out where I was. I was on a bed, a bed I didn’t recognize. It was coming back to me. I had been abducted. I looked around the room and there beside me on the bed was one of my abductors; the one with the misleading grin that hinted to hidden danger. My first instinct was to run, I didn’t follow it. Where was I going to run to?
“Shit, I really want to fuck the shit outta you.” He smiled and my heart stopped beating long enough to grasp his true meaning. He meant I want to rape you. I had been stripped down to a black lace bra and panties. Someone had put this lingerie on me while I was out, probably drugged.
“Hey pretty girl what’s your name?” He closed the distance between us as we both sat on the unmade bed. I glanced over at the big scary guy guarding the open bedroom door. His arms were laced with colorful tattoos
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I was too scared to speak. Just a while ago I saw this maniac shoot a man in the head. He shot Henry, the old man I was with, the man that had given me shelter from the deadies.
This murderer was smiling at me like a crazy man. From out of nowhere he hit me with a balled fist across the side of my head and knocked me off the bed and onto the floor. I saw stars, literally, and the pain instantly grabbed hold of my skull and gave me a throbbing headache like no other I’d ever experienced. I sat on my butt, dazed and dizzy on the carpeted floor trying to assess what had just happened to me. I started to hyperventilate but I wasn’t at the tearing stage yet. I was too shocked to cry and too scared to fight. There was no way I could beat him and the guy with the tattooed sleeves.
My batterer stood over me. “Get the fuck up.” He calmly stated words that were meant to be shouted. I wobbled to standing. He extended his hand toward the bed and I took a cautious seat back in the place I sat seconds ago. “Let’s try this again. What’s your name?” He sinisterly grinned as he asked.
“Jesse.”
“What is a pretty girl like you doing with a boy’s name?”
“My mother named me after Jesse James.” It was a lie but it was the quickest thing that I could come up with under the fear and duress.
“Your mother named you after a goddamn outlaw bank robber.”
“Yes sir.” I said but I meant yes you murdering bastard.
“I like your mother. Don’t call me sir. Call me Bolt.”
“Sorry Bolt.”
He studied me like I was a science project. “Damn I got a half a dozen chicks downstairs but you put them to shame. You are fucking beautiful. You skinny as shit but you are fucking beautiful.”
“Thank you Bolt,” I added as warmly as I could muster.
He smiled and his ominous grin sent a chill directly down my spine. I didn’t know if I should play nice or stay quiet. It was clear he was going to rape me. I had made up my mind that it would happen. Now I was just focused on staying alive. I was hoping it would be over quick. I was hoping he wouldn’t rough me up. I was praying he wouldn’t kill me. A horrible thought popped in my head. I imagined him strangling me and I held back the tear that the image produced.
“Bolt, looks like you got a bitch with manners.” The burly guy at the door chimed in.
“A beautiful bitch with manners,” Bolt rubbed his middle finger over my lips. I forced a smile on my lips to cover up the quiver of repulsion I felt. “Your tits are fucking perfect. Lay down on your stomach I want to see your ass.”
I froze with fear. This was it. He’s going to do it. He was going to rape me. Should I fight him? Should I scream? I don’t know what to do. I don’t want this. I don’t want him to do this. I didn’t budge and I could see the evil ignite in his eyes.
Bolt looked over at the guy at the door. “Wayne, give me my gun.” The scary guy’s name was Wayne.
Wayne reached behind him and produced a handgun. “No please!” I yelled out and grabbed Bolt’s arm. “You don’t need a gun. I’ll lie down. Please.” I flipped over fast and lay down on my stomach. I squeezed my eyes shut. I didn’t want to see it coming. Bolt must have signaled for Wayne to be cool because I heard his footsteps stop coming toward me. I was relieved; maybe I wouldn’t get pistol whipped or worse, shot. I held my breath and held my arms to my sides. I think he is toying with me because nothing was happening.
“You are fucking perfect.” He spoke and I winced. Then I felt his hands roaming up the length of my legs. He made it to my ass and the bed began to move and buckle. He was on his knees behind me. The devil had spread my legs apart and the first tear fell from my eye. I wished I could suck it back in. I didn’t want him to see my tears. He probably would get off on it. It didn’t matter. There would be no more tears from me. I felt something stick me in my butt cheek and my entire body tensed. I had to brace myself for this. I sucked in some air when I realized it wasn’t what I thought it was. It was his nose. He was coarsely rubbing his face in between my legs. I clamped my legs closed and smashed his face in between my legs.
He sat up. “Jesse do you want Wayne to hold you down while I have my way with you?”
“No.” Was all my fear would let escape my lips.
“Do it again and I will restrain you.” He calmly said and it made me fear him even more. Then there was the sting. He slapped me hard once on my right butt cheek. “I had to teach you a lesson. Don’t make me spank you. Don’t make me scar your hot ass body.”
This guy was clinically sick. I have to get the hell out of here. “I’m sorry Bolt.” I heard Wayne chuckle from the doorway as I forged my phony apology.
The devil opened my legs up again but wider this time with both his hands. I felt his grubby fingers as he tugged at the crotch of the lace panties they forced me to wear. My body started to tremble. I couldn’t stop it. Revulsion made me cringe.
“Jesse, calm down. I’m not going to hurt you” He pulled the panties aside and I could feel the air brush against my, my vagina and I couldn’t stop shaking. “Damn! That’s a lie. I am going to hurt you. You got the prettiest pussy I ever seen in my life. Yes mam I am going to hurt you. I got to beat this up. It’s too fucking pretty. Wayne, look at her. Come here look.”
I heard Wayne’s footsteps approach me and I covered my already closed eyed with my hand. My body was shaking and I was screaming in silence, praying. God please! God please! God please help me! Please oh God help me!
“Wayne ‘ain’t this the prettiest piece of homemade America pizza pie you ever did see.”
“Yeah it is pretty.” Wayne agreed with the rapist.
I felt the panties being pulled harder. “And look at her asshole. It’s even pretty.”
“Hey.” A man’s voice called out from the doorway. “The truck’s gased up. You gotta roll out. It’s getting dark.”
“You expect me to go all the way out there with a hard ass cock.” Bolt asked the man in the doorway as he let go of the panties and raised off of me.
“She’s not going anywhere.” The man said from the distance.
“Yeah, hey this one we don’t share. This one is mine.” Bolt declared. “I mean it, spread the word. She is off limits.”
“Okay boss.” Wayne agreed.
“Get Tinkerbell to feed her and take care of her while I’m gone. Lock her in this room. Feed her in this room. She cannot leave this room.”
“Okay boss.” Wayne said like some kind of ass kissing robot.
“Let’s go! Jesse you can get up.” Bolt said. I sat up and turned around. Wayne handed Bolt a handgun and Bolt was grinning at me while he checked to see if it was loaded. I am much too terrified to turn away. “Wayne give me a minute with my next victim.”
Wayne grinned as he stepped out of the bedroom. The other guy whose voice I heard was already gone before I sat up.
“You been to my little shop of horrors?” He asked. He was proud.
“Yes.” I shivered when I thought about what I had seen.
“I’m crazy.” I know that already. “I’m sick.” Obviously. “I torture woman and have sex with them. I do all kinds of fucked up painful shit. I even killed a few, more than a few. I don’t know why? Maybe it’s got something to do with my drugged out mom and pops. I don’t know. I don’t care. I tried to stop my deviant behavior when I was around twenty but I just got worse. You are beautiful and as much as I don’t want to burn, beat, or scar up your beautiful body it’s gonna be a real challenge. You obey me and I will not kill you. Do you understand?”
“Yes, I understand.” I didn’t understand this crazy psycho bullshit because I’m not a crazy psycho so why would I.
“I bet you look really pretty when you are scared, crying and bleeding.”
I’m scared now. What the hell is wrong with this psychopath? God please help me. I looked down at the gun he was holding in his lap.
“The fucked up shit I do, you’ll get used to it.” He stated arrogantly, convinced he was right.
Something, I don’t know what exactly, kicked started my heart. “I don’t want to get used to it. You are fucking nuts if you think I’m going to let you torture me. Do that torture shit to all the other girls you got locked in the basement.” The words came out my mouth before I could retrieve them. I know it was a horrible thing to say but I meant it. I felt bad for saying it but I really thought better them then me. I would rather die than go along with this rapist torture bullshit. First chance I get I’m biting his cock off. If I take a bullet, oh well. If I die, oh well. Everybody I know is dead already. It’s a zombie apocalypse, so oh well.
Bolt quickly stood. I think I shocked him or something because he just kept staring at me with his deranged psycho eyes. “You, you’re fucking crazy. How ‘bout that. Jesse James outlaw.”
“Bolt, we gotta go.” A voice called out from the hall.
“Gimme a goddamn minute.” Bolt yelled back. “I got this gun.” Bolt waved it around in my face. I refused to flinch. “So what now? You’re not scared?” He toyed with me.
“Do you want me to be scared?” I couldn’t help my sarcastic snarky tone. I was channeling my black cousin Keisha and I had seen her beat the crap out of a girl with a combination lock so I was down for anything at this point. Keisha said, five stitches for stupid bitches and for Bolt I would like to triple that and add a few bullets.
“You think you’re tough?” He asked like there could ever be an answer for that stupid question.
“No you’re the one with the gun so you think you’re tough. I’m hungry. I’m tired and I’m sleepy so either go get in your truck and go wherever you need to go or just shoot me.”
“You bitch!” He shouted. I had struck a nerve. Do psychopaths have nerves?
“You bitch!” I shouted back. I guess fear, hunger and exhaustion gave me balls.
Bolt took a step away from me. I must have rattled him more than I thought. That was not my intention. I just wanted it to be over. He tossed his gun on the bed. He took a single step toward me and he backhanded me on my left cheek, a direct hit across my cheekbone. I saw a green traffic light and it said GO. Something propelled me forward. I punched Bolt in his face and connected with his chin and lip. I couldn’t stop myself. I just started hitting him over and over. Now I was the crazy person. He was taking most of my blows and taunting me back pushing me off of him. This irritated me more than his unusual threats of torture. I jumped on him and somehow latched onto his torso. We both stumbled to the floor and were wrestling around on the rug. I clamped down on his arm and I took a whopping bite.
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