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Chapter 14 – Group Therapy
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We got the street cleaned up by the afternoon. I called my people together.
“Hey guys, good work today. Let’s get cleaned up for an early dinner up at the house. Then I want to have a strategy session, we gotta do something so this doesn’t happen again.” We piled into the trucks and headed up the hill to my shack.
After we all got clean and shiny, we had a nice meal of canned spaghetti and meatballs, green beans, and pears. Ok, so it wasn’t all that nice. But it filled us up and didn’t take long to make, so that was good enough.
“Ok folks,” I began. “We need a wall. I propose we start with the cars in town. There’s… what, a couple hundred houses here, and only about 15 occupied. Let’s take the cars from the rest of them, line them nose to tail alongside the ditch, starting at one end of our little valley to the other end. That way, the zombies will probably fall into the ditch, and we can help with that too, and then they won’t be able to climb the ditch because cars will be there on the top edge. We’ll leave an opening, and use a big truck or bus or something as the gate. We’ve gotta drain all fluids from the cars and save them in barrels. Take out the batteries, ignition wires and stuff, anything useful. That should take several days.
“Then, we gotta hit that little welding shop down south, see if that guy is alive and help him out. We need him. When we went past him last time, I saw he had a ‘Bobcat’, and we need that. Because my big plan is to build the ‘Sanchez Pit of Death’!” I wanted Lorrie to get the credit, it was mostly her idea.
“And for that, we’ll need to go about 40 miles north and see what’s up with the truck stop there before someone else gets to it. Trucks mean stuff, hopefully food, and god knows what else. Trucks also mean shipping containers. We need those to build ramps for the Sanchez Pit. And we can use empty trailers to ring the pit so they can’t get out.”
We talked for another couple hours, working out the details of the car wall. That was the most important thing. We didn’t feel like leaving the town without having it be secure so that when we returned the town would not be full of Zombies. We also assigned people to specific jobs. Gayle and Lorrie would spend at least 2 hours a day learning herbal medicine and old-fashioned doctoring. Erin would become our armory technician, learning all she could about guns so she could maintain ours in tip-top shape. Tina and Payton were to become farm specialists so that come spring we would be ready. The couples of Masters and Johnsons would work on fortifying the wall, building watchtowers, and any other physical security matters.
We finally got done and broke out the bar and had some drinks. It was good to relax, knowing we had a plan for our security.
After a couple more hours, I nodded to Lorrie, and made the big announcement we had agreed on.
“I have a big announcement!” I announced. Everyone quieted down.
“I… am… going…” Everyone waited expectantly. “… to put on a Porno on the living room TV!”
Most people laughed and thought I was kidding.
“I’m serious! I’m going to my room for 15 minutes for some last minute cleaning. Then I’m coming out to watch some dirty movies.
“Anybody is welcome to join. If you don’t want to, that’s fine, no worries. Maybe just stay in your room, or you guys can go back down into town to your store. Again, no harm, no foul. Tomorrow, we’ve got a lot to do, so let’s get ready to get up at 7:00.
“Maybe I’ll see you later!” I walked to my room, you could hear a pin drop.
I turned on my tunes box so I wouldn’t hear any conversations or bitching or moaning or crying. Then I proceeded to brush my teeth, do some final cleaning and touching up. I knew Lorrie was going to sit with me, I just hoped others would, also.
Picking out a video was tough. ‘Holly does Hollywood’? Naw, too old school. ‘Taboo’? Maybe… I finally settled on ‘Pirates’. Never saw it before, but I thought it might be fun. Put on a pair of sweat pants commando style, and, ah, fuck the shirt.
I go back out to set up the movie, nobody’s here. Really? Nobody? Well, fuck it, I thought. I’ll watch it anyway. I started searching through the server to get the movie up. Just as I got it going, I heard a girl’s voice shout out from the back:
“Ten-Hut!”
I jumped at attention. I mean, that’s what you’re supposed to do!
“Forward… March!” Haha! It’s Erin calling the cadence. Erin, the Little Tiger, is the squad leader. She called out as they marched out, single file.
“Ha-left! Ha-left! Ha-left-right-left.” Oh yeah, her dad was in the Marines!
Out came the sorriest looking squad I ever saw. Also, the sexiest. Erin called out the cadence call and the squad (responded):
“Ain’t no sense in lookin’ down! (Ain’t no sense in lookin down)
Ain’t no Zombies on the ground! (Ain’t no Zombies on the ground!)
Killin Zombies all day long! (Killin Zombies all day long!)
Gonna make me big and strong! (Gonna make me big and strong!)
Am I, right or wrong? (You’re Right!)
Am I, killing strong? (You’re Right!)
Sound off! (1,2!)
Sound off! (3,4!)
Bring it on down! (1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2… 3, 4!)”
I had all I could do to keep a straight face. This was so cool!
The troop was now arrayed in front of me. For inspection, I supposed. Erin spun and saluted me.
“All troops present and accounted for, Sir!”
They sure were, but there seemed to be a bit of a problem.
“Thank you, Sergeant! Was there, uh, a problem with the uniforms today?”
“Supply issue sir! We adapted, improvised, and overcame, Sir!”
I noticed Erin had on a nice camo baseball hat, and one of my camo shirts. That was it.
Unbuttoned down the front. I pulled her shirt back, revealing her lovely little boobs.
“Dress that line, Sergeant.”
“Yes sir!” I gave her a nice squeeze on her ass.
I walked up to Payton. She had a red bandanna wrapped around her head, a nice white push-up bra which accentuated her substantial tits, and combat boots.
“Pants, soldier?”
“Not today, Sir!”
I sniffed the air.
“What’s that smell?”
She sniffed the air, too. “That would be me, Sir!”
“Well, Excellent!” What else could you say?
I moved down to the next girl, Lorrie, who had on a camo T-shirt. That was it. And the T-shirt looked like it was having a hard time as it had a few strategic rips in it. Lorrie looked at me and smiled.
“Soldier!” I mock-yelled. “Are you eye-balling me?”
“Sir, yes sir!”
“You can’t do that!”
“Sir, yes sir!”
“Drop down and give me twenty!” She got into the push-up position.
“Not pushups! 20 sucks!”
Relieved, Lorrie smiled as I knew she couldn’t do 20 push-ups. She pulled down my sweats, and took my just-beginning-to-get-hard cock completely in her mouth. She got a few strokes in before it got too big for her. By the time she got to 20, I was at full attention.
“Well… alright then. You! What’s your story!”
Kaitlyn looked around nervously. She wore a black G-string and a Boonie hat. A knife hung on a string around her neck, resting comfortably between her luscious boobs.
“I, um, I… don’t have a story?”
“Drop and give me 20!”
Kaitlyn jumped at that. She’s not real imaginative, not a big talker. But she’s a hard worker and she fucks like a racehorse. Jesus, I thought. And a good cocksucker.
“18, 19… 20!” the squad called out in unison.
“Back in line, private! Ok, you two, what the fuck?”
Lizzy and Wyatt were handcuffed together. Wyatt had on pants, which was good. And Lizzy had on his shirt.
“He’s my prisoner, Sir!”
“Fair enough. Prisoner Wyatt, drop and give me… no wait, give her 20!”
Wyatt eagerly lapped up at his fiancee’s pussy. he ate her out pretty good.
“Um…” I started. “Kinda hard to count… alright you’re done. Attention!” Wyatt got up, his lips and chin glistening.
“Nurse!” I said to the next person, Gayle, who somehow made a nursey-looking hat that she pinned in her hair. She also had a two-inch wide bandage wrapped around her chest at the nipple line. That was the extent of her clothing.
“Step Forward!” Nurse Gayle did, as ordered.
“You look healthy, why the bandage?”
“Sir! Just have this for emergencies, sir! It’s my first aid kit, Sir!”
“Bend forward!” I commanded. “Stop!” I said, when she got to about a 45-degree angle.
I swatted her on her pleasingly plump, naked ass, 10 times. Not that hard, but her cheeks got a little pink.
“Thank you sir, may I have another?”
Well, certainly! I gave her 10 more.
“Thank you sir, may I have another?”
“Don’t be greedy, Nurse!”
I moved down the line to Kristin and Morgan. She had a dog collar around her neck, with a chain held by Morgan. Morgan had shorts on, while Kristin looked very modest in her long sleeve army T-shirt.
“Let me guess… Another prisoner?”
“Sir yes sir!” Morgan announced proudly.
I glared at Kristin.
“That’s what I let him think, Sir!”
“That’s what I thought. Better give him 20, though. Now!”
She eagerly ate his cock up.
“…19, 20!” the group called out, but she kept going.
“Hey!” I said. “Hey! That’s 20 already. Stop. Knock it off!” I yanked on her chain slightly, she reluctantly stood up.
“You’re a lucky sumbitch, Morgan.”
“Sir, yes sir!” he answered.
I got down to Tina. She had makeup on, and was fully dressed in a sexy way; nice white blouse, tight black skirt, black fishnets, high heels. Damn if she wasn’t the sexiest one here. Well, excepting my Lorrie, of course! She was also the only one who I hadn’t gotten together with yet.
“Private Tina! You look… exceptional.”
“Thank you sir!”
“What’re you dressed as? Conscientious Objector?!”
“Sir, no sir! I’m a high-class hooker, Sir! I want to get fucked!”
I busted up laughing at that, as did most everyone else.
“Ten-hut!” hollered Erin.
“Ok, at ease. Troops,” I began. “You’ve all passed inspection. Leisure time starts in 5 minutes. Those who want to be useful will make me a drink. Sergeant, dismiss the squad.”
“Squad!” Erin shouted. “Remember we are exiting the premises at 0800 tomorrow for work detail! Consume accordingly. Any malingerers will be shot! Dismissed!”
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Lorrie told me to go sit on the couch as she headed towards the kitchen. I thought, fuck it, and took off my sweats and sat on the couch. I was glad I took those 15 minutes earlier to clean up, had myself all nice and trimmed. I was fiddling with the TV Remote when Lorrie came up with a couple of drinks.
“Gimlet?” she asked.
“My favorite, thank you!” Lorrie sat next to me. Sort of. She was more like sitting on me. Her firm tits pressed into my arm and chest. I took about 4 gulps of my drink.
The others came back from the kitchen with drinks and everyone mingled for a few minutes. Nobody really knew what to do yet, how to get things started. Including me. This was mine and Lorrie’s idea, and we weren’t coming through. I downed the rest of my drink.
“Well,” I said to her. “I think we should get down to business!”
I pushed Lorrie back on the couch, then I slid down onto the floor. Spreading her legs, I began to lick and kiss my way up her knees, inching closer to her thighs.
Tina and Momma Gayle sat on the couch next to Lorrie. It was kind of funny. Gayle had done a lot of consoling for these girls. Many had lost their families, had seen death close up, weren’t sure about the future, all that. So Gayle spent many a night hugging one of the girls as we watched a show on the tube.
So, this wasn’t any different, except now Momma Gayle was completely naked and the still-dressed Tina was suckling at Momma’s breast.
I massaged Lorrie’s thighs as I slowly moved closer and closer towards my prize. Lorrie’s hands naturally went to her tits, she massaged them lazily through her T-shirt. I could smell happy little aromas stirring in front of me.
Suddenly, my back was covered in warmth, Kaitlyn laid her soft boobs on my back. She got behind me and reached under to stroke my cock and balls. Oh god, that’s nice. Always nice to have someone lightly stroke your rock-hard cock. She moved with me as I reached Lorrie’s center.
I brushed my lips across Lorrie’s labia, ever so softly, ever so lightly. She sighed as my tongue caressed her clean-shaven outer areas. God I was in heaven, and I wanted this to be good for Lorrie. I gently opened her a little with my hands, her pussy-smells wafted over me. I licked her lips up and down… slowly… gently… I looked up to catch her eye. But they were closed in ecstasy. I felt her heat on my tongue as I continued to explore her outside. As I passed over her opening, the heat intensified. I pressed my tongue down into there… it was like licking a volcano! Her boiling hot woman lava covered my tongue in fantastic flavors.
I swallowed some of her juices down, mmm heaven. I looked up at her again, she was looking down lazily at me, almost like she was dreaming. She leaned forward an pulled off her t-shirt, thank god. I needed to see those tits! My left hand went up to squeeze them while I licked my thumb and forefinger to get them wet and slippery. I went to the top of her puss and circled around her clit with my tongue as my right hand began to tease her pussy and ass with my fingers. Her juices quickly coated my hand.
I finally settled my tongue lightly on her clit, feeling the hard little nub under me. I sped up a little and added some pressure, varying my route as I tongue lashed her entire cunt. Lorrie was breathing pretty hard at this point.
Someone tapped me on the shoulder. I turned my head.
“My turn!” Erin exclaimed.
“Um…” I struggled. “Not just yet. I need to do this, ok Little Tiger?” I kissed her on her lips, and she licked and sucked me clean of Lorrie’s accumulated juices.
“Ok,” she said. “Just this once.”
“Just this once,” I affirmed.
Erin went up and began playing with Lorrie’s tits. I dove back in and tongue fucked her pussy. Back and forth with my rigid tongue inside her steaming hole. Lorrie writhed in pleasure.
After a couple minutes of that, I slid a finger up inside her as I worked my mouth up towards her rock hard little clit. First, I tease-licked all around it, slowly, but with some good pressure. The I gave it a few glancing licks, drawing moans from Lorrie as I did so. I looked up and caught her eye, then pressed my tongue firmly against her clit.
For the next… I don’t know how many minutes… but quite a few of them, I never let go of her clit. I kissed it, licked it, and then sucked it and that whole area into my mouth. I struggled to keep up with her flow of secretions, swallowing as best I could, but I really didn’t want to let her go. I slipped more fingers inside her hot hole, until I got all four in! I finger fucked her hard while continuing to molest her clitoris. Lorrie gasped, squeezing my head between her thighs, then moaned, then finally arched her back and screamed bloody murder as her orgasm ripped through her cunt and spread throughout her trembling body.
She actually asked me stop after about a minute.
“Daddy!” she gasped, barely able to breathe. “I can’t… Daddy I can’t take it anymore… Daddy…”
Haha! No fucking way. I held on and continued to lick and suck her clit. Lorrie’s orgasm continued, rising and falling with my speed and pressure, balancing on the edge of the waterfall, and then plummeting over the edge. Only to be on another edge, and going over that waterfall, too.
After a couple minutes of that, I came up for air. I hadn’t really paid any attention to any else for the last 15 minutes, I had no idea what was going on. I gathered that people were doing some sexy things, but they had all stopped in the last 5 minutes due to the amount of noise Lorrie made! They gave me a nice round of applause as I rose from between her legs. I waved to the crowd, tipped my imaginary hat, then fell into the arms of my Lorrie. We kissed, long and deep, her tongue totally engaged with mine. I felt good to rest a little, my jaw was a bit tired!
I sat back on the couch and immediately Tina, the (to me) virgin, grasped my rigid cock in both hands and began stroking me. Her blondish hair blocked my view, but I could feel her hot mouth settle onto my cock as she slowly engulfed me. Mmmmmm. I leaned over and started sucking on Lorries lovely, rigid nipples. These babies were huge right now, and I sucked on them for all I was worth.
Then… Tina asked Lorrie if she could sit on me. Lorrie said yes, but only if Tina would let Lorrie eat her out later. Not a problem! Tina impaled her tight cunt with my cock, at last, and finally I had fucked all the women here!
Looking around, Momma Gayle had Erin and Payton sucking her tits while Kaitlyn licked her smooth cunt. Lizzy was getting double penetrated by the Masters boys, while her sister Kristin and Lorrie looked on with serious lust in their eyes.
I unceremoniously ripped off Tina’s blouse, sending buttons flying and her tits bouncing. Her perky little girls were lovely, and fired up, too. I squeezed them hard as she rose up and slammed herself down onto my cock. Her tight cunt clenched me even harder.
Lizzy moaned out her long orgasm, I guess a cock in her pussy and in her ass felt pretty good! Gayle came all over Kaitlyn’s face, surprising everyone with the amount of juices emanating from within.
Morgan pulled his cock from Lizzy’s ass, she fell next to me in a heap.
“Next!” he called out with his and his brother’s hard dicks at full attention.
Kristin shook her head. I guess the ass wasn’t her thing. Kaitlyn jumped up from Gayle and asked “Can I go?”
The boys positioned her over Wyatt’s cock, and then Morgan moved up to fuck her ass. Gayle came over to me and dragged her enormous tits in my face. I sucked them for a couple minutes, then got up and mounted her from behind. Her cunt accepted my big cock, no questions asked. Not quite as tight as a teenage girl, she still felt fabulous. I gave her a serious fucking, slamming her into the couch. Payton rested her face on Gayle’s ass, I pulled out of Gayle and Payton sucked me clean of all those juices. I rammed my cock back into Gayle.
Kaitlyn shrieked in ecstasy from her double-fucking. I don’t know how those Masters boys were holding off and not cumming, but good for them!
“Anyone else?” asked Morgan.
Lorrie looked at me shyly, pleadingly.
“Go get ’em, sweetie!” I said.
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Chapter 15. Lorrie’s Story, Part II
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Morgan laid on his back with his cock standing up, Kristin busying herself with sucking him silly. Lizzy grabbed my hand and helped me lower myself onto Morgan’s cock. Wyatt stood by with his cock standing straight up. He smiled at me as I sat on his brother’s cock.
Ahh… nowhere near as big as Michael, but still! I’m getting fucked by another guy!
“No kissing,” Kristin whispered in my ear. I laughed. We can fuck and suck, but no kissing. Sure, I’m down!
Somebody played with my butthole, they had found some KY jelly in town. Fingers probed my ass, stretching me.
Suddenly, something huge pressed into me! It’s fucking Wyatt! I gritted my teeth as he entered my butt. Jesus Christ! No finesse, like Michael, he just forced his way in. Thank god for the lubricant.
“FU-U-U-CK!!!” I hollered. I was double-fucked!
I collapsed on top of Morgan, both he and Wyatt squeezed my tits hard. But Jesus, I was filled up. I pretty much went limp as they pumped my pussy and ass. I couldn’t even think about gripping a cock or anything like I think I was supposed to. I just lay there, straddled out, and got fucked.
Next thing I know, something big and soft and hard and wet was forcing it’s way into my mouth. I guess Michael couldn’t stand it, he had to get in on the action. Now I had all three holes filled! I could taste somebody’s cunt on Michael’s cock. My mind drifted, overwhelmed with sex as cocks tried to get deeper and deeper into me. My cunt was on fire, my ass felt great, and I could barely breathe as Michael’s huge cock fucked my face.
Morgan started hollering “Oh my god oh my god” and Michael just pulled me up and away from the brothers. He told me later he didn’t want them cumming inside me, that was his job. Girls flocked to the two boys as they both came.
Michael dragged me onto the floor and forced his way in between my legs, and he shoved his cock right up all the way inside my cunt. I stiffened as he hit something inside me that hurt for a moment. It was like he hit bottom, I don’t know. His cock was so thick, even though it was only one it felt almost the same as having two inside me.
Michael kissed me deeply. My head swam. I felt so connected to him… like we were one… My orgasm built and we fucked feverishly. I did all I could to grind my clit into him all I could.
Suddenly, his impossibly huge cock swelled even more inside me, stretching me to the limit. I begun cumming as I felt his seed shoot into me. It felt SO COOL having his cock flex and throb, knowing his hot cum was filling me up. My cunt clenched him back as my best ever orgasm swept through me. He ate me out about 15 minutes earlier, that was my best orgasm. But this one, even better. It just wouldn’t stop. We continued to kiss as our mutual orgasm kept rolling.
Finally, I whispered to him, “Baby, get off me so I can get these guys out of me!” I loved the taste of his sperm and I wanted some. Okay, and I was worried about getting pregnant.
“No way,” he answered. That’s all he said. He just slowly fucked me some more, sending little pleasure ripples through my entire pussy. I held him as close and as hard as I could. I loved him so much.
Getting double fucked was great, but… it’s nothing like this. Basking in the after glow with your man.
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Early the next morning, Michael’s watch started beeping, telling us to get up. I grabbed him as he tried to get out of bed.
“Fuck me again, baby” I half-moaned. I checked my pussy, still a bit damp. I rubbed it furiously and grabbed a tit with my other hand. I gotta get some juices going!
“Babe,” Michael said. “We’ve got to get going. I don’t have time to do you justice–“
“Come on, Daddy!” piped in Mom. “Give her a quickie!”
Mom grabbed his cock and slobbered all over it for a minute. I was ready.
Michael dropped down in between my legs, and my pussy throbbed the instant he entered me. My clit was still swollen from last night.
Michael locked his arms and rested on them, so he could look at me, he said. Mom sucked on my tit, then we kissed. Michael lost it right there.
“Jesus fucking Christ! You two! You’re fucking sluts!!”
His cock expanded in me as he filled me with his cum. He came down on top of me, all three of us kissing. Finally, he got up.
“Come on you guys, big day!” Oh yeah, we’re supposed to build a wall, or something.
“Not yet,” I ordered. “Come here and get cleaned up.”
Mom and I licked up his half-hard cock. His salty cum tasted great, mixed in with my cunt juice. The sight was apparently too much for him, mom and daughter licking his cock. He got hard again. I had heard that old men couldn’t perform all that well. But that wasn’t the case with Michael.
“Fuck Mom, and give her some of that hot cum, too!”
He obliged. Mom came quickly, and I licked Michael’s cum from Mom’s pussy as he went back to his room to get ready.
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So there we were, Tina and I trying to position this car along the ditch. Look, I’m not so good at backing up, ok? I rolled the stupid Pontiac down into the ditch. I mean, who even has a Pontiac anymore?
We had this system where some of us moved cars, some drained the fluids, and some guarded us all. But, as Michael has told us during combat training, all plans go out the window when the first shot is fired. Well, the first shot, in this case, was one of the townies having a fit. Michael had enlisted their help, and all was going well. Until a couple of them got into an argument over one of the other cars that was owned by a dead person.
It seems that both of these old guys were sweet on ‘Lady Jessica’, who had turned earlier. Well they got into a fight about which of these guys should get her car. See, Michael had said we should keep any 4-wheel drive vehicles, any Priuses or other hybrids, any vans, and maybe a couple of fast cars if we found any. And we let the living folks keep whatever cars they had. But we needed the rest for the wall.
So Lady Jessica owned this 1972 Buick Le Sabre. It had some huge engine in it, I guess, and each guy thought they should be the one to keep it. The argument got bigger, fists were thrown, people pushed and shoved… I turned to Tina, and she rolled her eyes.
“Let’s go,” I said. And we took this Pontiac from town and drove it out ourselves. Yeah, I dropped it in the ditch, but everything was fine, right up until Tina got shot.
I whirled around to see where the shot came from when I was grabbed and picked up in the air.
Then one of the ugliest people I’ve ever seen came up and butt-stroked me in the head.
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Fortunately, it was more of a glancing blow and my Lacrosse helmet blocked most of it. I wasn’t knocked unconscious, but, as they say, I got my “bell rung”. Two guys grabbed me, tied up my hands with those plastic zip-tie things, took my gun and knife, and drag-walked me to their truck they had hidden behind some trees. They jammed me between the two of them in the front seat. Jesus Christ I had a headache. Mother fuckers!
“So,” says the guy who hit me. Some seriously dirtbag-looking scumbag who didn’t seem to have showered since before the apocalypse.
“My name’s Robbie. And slave-boy over there driving is Tom. And what’s your name, hot stuff?”
Robbie had this shitty, greasy hair and smelled bad. Tom, a half-decent looking black guy, didn’t look as bad, but still pretty dirty and grimy.
“Fuck you!” I spat out. I was trying not to cry.
“Well, isn’t that nice. Fuck-you, it’s nice to meet you!” And with that, Robbie started grabbing my tit as we rolled down the highway. He grinned at me with these slimy teeth and greasy face.
“Jesus!” I said. “Don’t you guys bathe? You’re disgusting!”
I sat there, trembling. I’m being kidnapped, it dawned on me. Kidnapped! Who does that? What will they do to me? Rape me, for sure. Then kill me? Don’t kill me now, I’m in love!
“FUCK!” I hollered. Robbie just laughed at me.
We drove about twenty minutes up the road, the whole time he’s feeling me up and talking dirty about all the things he’s going to do to me. The driver wasn’t saying anything. In fact, he seemed pissed or, maybe, disgusted by Robbie. As I looked at them both, Robbie had all this gear, and a pistol, and bullets and stuff on a vest while Tom didn’t have anything. And, Robbie had called him ‘slave’. Maybe, I thought, Tom’s not into the whole thing here.
We slowed down at a turnoff for another town.
I screamed.
“I have to pee right now!!!”
“Ha!” laughed Robbie. “No way. We’re almost there. You can pee when Big Trent says you can pee.” But Tom slowed down.
“I’m going to pee in your truck right now if you don’t let me out.”
Tom stopped the truck, right at the crossroads. “Maybe we should let her. You know how Trent is about the truck.”
“Shut up slave!” snapped Robbie. “I’m calling the shots, not you!”
Silence for a moment.
“I’ll let you watch” I offered. “But you have to cut me loose or I’ll fall over.”
Robbie leaped out of the truck and pulled me with him.
“Cut her loose, slaveboy, and watch her so she doesn’t get up to something”
Tom cut me loose, and I stood there for a moment. I could see Robbie had a hard on from rubbing my tits and thinking about watching me pee, but he also had his AR-15 somewhat pointed in my direction. Shit.
I pulled the scrunchie from my hair and posed a little, letting my long hair fly in the breeze. Then I casually flung it passed Robbie, it got hung up on a bush. Perfect.
“Come on, I don’t got all day, Fuckyou!”
I undid my army pants, pulled them down and exposed my naked pussy to this flaming asshole. I felt completely humiliated.
I copped a squat, and… nothing, at first. Finally, I closed my eyes and tried to relax, and then I let it fly. The real trick was not to get it on my pants. Robbie stood transfixed. Dickhead. He undid his fly and began stroking his hard little cock. But, wisely, I thought, I didn’t mention the size of it.
I started to get up.
“Don’t move! Don’t make me shoot you!”
“Oh come on Robbie,” said Tom. “You know you won’t shoot her, you’re not supposed to even touch her or Trent will kill you!”
“Shut up!” hollered Robbie and pointed the gun at Tom, but still jacked his cock with the other hand. Damn pistol grips on the AR, they let you shoot one handed if you want.
“Pull up your shirt, Fuckyou.” Humiliated again, I did.
He stepped forward and shot his load onto my tits and bra.
“Alright, come on,” ordered Robbie.
I pulled my shirt down and my pants up. My t-shirt soaked in several places through from his obnoxious cum. They got another zip-tie and stuffed me back in the truck.
We drove through a town a lot bigger than our little one. We stopped after a couple minutes near a gigantic strip mall that had a Walmart in it. A large pirate flag flew from the top. The big store had hundreds of necros around it.
“Home, sweet home!” announced Robbie.
“Come on,” said Tom, gently.
He cut my bonds and we climbed up this ladder that took us to the roof of the strip mall. From there we walked a couple hundred yards til we got to the Walmart roof. There were about 6 or 8 armed guys up here, but they weren’t doing anything about the zombies trying to get in down below. These guys were just hanging out. And staring at me, but nobody said anything except Robbie.
“I found her,” he announced. “Back off!”
We climbed down some stairs at the back, down to the storeroom of the Walmart. They led me through to the main floor, some light filtered down from the skylights but the lights were out.
And there he was, the man himself. Big Trent.
He was big, too. Massive. Looked like he had been on the ‘roids. He was, honest-to-god, perched up on these display cases, sitting in an easy chair like he was a king on a throne. A naked woman kneeled next to him, she casually stroked his beefy legs. A couple guys stood by with AK-47s.
Robbie dragged me up the makeshift steps. Tom followed some distance behind.
“Well, well, WELL!” roared Big Trent, standing up. “What have you brought me?” He walked a circle around me, appraising me like a cow or something.
“This is what I’m talking about,” he said. “This is what we’ve been looking for! I have been wanting some FINE piece of ass, not this shit you’ve been giving me.” He kicked the girl who had been at his side. She whimpered and bowed her head low.
What an asshole, I thought.
“And what might your name be, pretty young thing?”
“All I can get out of her,” interrupted Robbie. “Is ‘Fuck-you’.”
Big Trent glared at him, as if to say ‘Was I talking to you?’
“What’s your name, honey?” he asked me again.
“Fuck you!” It was all I could think of to say.
“Ah, defiance! How nice. Well I’m sure we can beat that out of you. Or fuck it out of you. Lots of men here… they’d all like a crack at you. Wait a second, what’s this?” Big Trent had lifted my hair and saw a large bruise near my temple. He looked at Robbie. Robbie just shrugged his shoulders.
“Where’d you get this sweetie?” he asked.
“From dickhead over there!” I pointed my head at Robbie.
Big Trent got very quiet. What came out was just above a whisper.
“You… HIT… her?”
Robbie stood still, frozen in fear.
“He buttstroked me. I passed out.”
“Now she’s lying BT! I just gave her a little tap–“
“A little tap?” Big Trent asked. “She looks pretty banged up to me. Still, God, she’s gorgeous. And look at these tits! They look real. Are they?”
Big Trent squeezed my boobs for a few moments. He stopped suddenly when he felt the wet spots.
“What the fuck?” he asked in shock. “Why are they wet, and sticky?” He looked at his hands in horror.
I told him. “Genius over there jacked off on me and shot his shitty cum onto me.”
Robbie started denying it but Big Trent looked to Tom for confirmation. Tom nodded his head ‘yes.’
Big Trent slowly went over to Robbie. “You… you let me touch… you let me put my hands on YOUR FUCKING JIZZ?”
“No BT it’s not like that! You see she was–“
I didn’t see it because I turned away, but Robbie dropped like a sack of potatoes, his head twisted at a weird angle. One down, I thought.
“Tom. Drag his ass to the gate, have him thrown over. Now, you, start talking. Where your from. What’s your setup, how you livin’. Come on.”
“I uh,” I began, trying to think of something to say. I came up empty. “I don’t have much to say. Except that, my Daddy’s going to kill you.”
“Your what?”
“My Daddy. He will kill you. And everyone here. He loves me. A lot.”
Big Trent thought about that for a few moments. Tom returned from his dragging duties.
“Ok Tom, tell me what happened.”
“Well, they were lining up cars, like a wall. Down in Larchmont. That’s that tiny town a few miles south. We watched them for awhile. Only saw a couple men, lots of girls. They had a couple guns…”
“And,” Trent interjected. “They’re clean. Very clean. They got their shit together, sounds like. Hey! Rat! Get over here! Tom, take her over to ladies wear, get her something else to wear. And get some wipes and clean off that fucking jizz. And you, girly-girl, you are going to talk to me, real soon.”
Tom grabbed my arm and yanked me to come with him. We passed a guy walking towards Big Trent who was obviously ‘Rat’. Pointy face, beady eyes.
As we got to the ladies section, Tom relaxed his grip and looked around.
“Look,” he whispered. “I’m sorry. They’ve got my wife, my kid. Here, grab a shirt. They’ll kill my family if I don’t do everything they say. But… here’s your knife back. I took it from that shithead when we fed him to the deaders. Hide it. Don’t use it now. You might even get raped, don’t use it. Wait til it’s dark and things quiet down. Too many guys around now.
“But, it’s really just Trent and his crew. The rest of us are prisoners, or scared shitless, forced labor kind of thing. They make us kill the deaders at the front, but just with rakes and shovels. Still, if your man comes, we can help out.”
“Ok Tom, and thanks. But my daddy IS coming. When he does, stay out of his way. I’ll try to keep you safe.”
Tom looked at me like I was crazy. But, you know, I’ve seen Michael in action. He’s all chill and stuff, until the shit gets going. Then he turns into this major hard-core killer. It’s almost scary, but it’s also totally sexy. And he’s going to save me.
At least, I hoped he would. Soon.
– – –
They tied me up, tight. I couldn’t get anything even remotely loose. Big Trent questioned me for, I don’t know, maybe like an hour?. He wanted to know the layout of our place, how many people we had, how much food, how many guns, everything. He threatened, hurt me a little, I held out a long time. Finally I gave some bullshit answers. I told them our stronghold was some of the houses right by the road. I told him we were almost out of food. We had 5 hunting rifles. We bathed in the stream. There was only 6 of us.
But each answer, I held out. Trent punched my stomach. Slapped my legs. Slapped my ass. I cried a lot, mostly just to buy time. Come on Michael, where are you?
“Alright Sweetheart,” Trent said, leering at me. “I think the kidding around is just about over. I think the heavy stuff is going to come down just about now!”
Trent pulled out a huge knife. It looked as long as my arm. I just about shit myself.
Trent dragged the knife down my face, between my boobs, I trembled.
“You told me the whole truth, right?” he asked. “Nothing but the truth?”
“So help me, God,” I swore.
“She’s holding back!” hollered Rat. Thanks for the help, dipshit. “Cut her!”
Trent had a wild look in his eye. He pulled at my shirt, and cut it wide open. He cut through my bra. My boobs flopped out there in the air.
Suddenly, we heard gunfire. the guys on the roof are shooting, I thought.
“Rat, go up and check it out.” The firing increased above us. Trent felt me up, enjoying himself. I was about to throw up. The firing lessened, then stopped.
“Maybe that’s your daddy, coming for you. But, it sounds like we got him!”
More shots sounded, and one of the skylights shattered. Right near us.
Suddenly, a body flew through the skylight and crashed about 20 feet away. The head was shot and he was a mess from the fall, but you could tell by his clothing. It was Rat. Two down.
“Rat! Shit! What the Fuck! Wilson! Everyone! Get over here!” Another body came through the skylight, Trent and his guys fired everything they had at the opening. Three down. They ran out of ammo, dropped mags and put in more and kept shooting at the ceiling near the opening. Finally, nobody had any full mags left.
This weird scraping noise emanated from the ceiling. Something was being scraped or dragged. Suddenly, another body flew through the opening and crashed down near us. One of Trent’s guys. He must’ve had 20 bullets in him. Four.
That meant… Michael was still alive!
Trent and his guys were in a panic. They weren’t ready for anything like this. All their magazines were empty, they scurried about looking for more ammo. They finally found a case and started reloading, but they were slow.
Another body fell through the skylight. Five. Shot to absolute shit. They shot a few rounds back towards the hole and ran out of ammo again. Trent screamed at his guys to find more ammo. Jesus, didn’t these dumbasses have it stored somewhere nearby? Oh, they had it up near the front door. Several of their guys went to get some of the cans.
Trent pulled out a gigantic pistol, I found out later it was called a ‘Desert Eagle’. A guy named Johnson had an M-16 rifle, he fired random shots into the roof until Trent told him to knock it off and listen.
I’m still standing there, tied up with my boobs hanging out. Trent came over and put this big ass gun to my head. I, um, peed right then. I do not like being defenseless, no sir.
“Tom!” Trent yelled. “See who these dead guys are.”
Disgusted, Tom sifted through assorted two dead guys. Trent and Johnson scanned the ceiling skylight trying to catch sight of something. I watched Tom roll the dead guys around, and saw him pocket a pistol. Tom smiled at me.
“It’s Pablo and Shorty,” Tom reported. “Shot in the head, amongst other places… They won’t be turning. I can’t make out the other guy, he’s too messed up.”
Trent whirled in panic. “How many guys were on the roof? Huh?” Tom shrugged his shoulders. “No shooting now, I guess they’re all dead. Fuck!” Trent pointed the Desert Eagle at me, and jammed it right into my forehead.
“You… bitch… Call him off!”
I made a face at him, and he thumped me with his gun in the forehead. It didn’t knock me out, but it hurt like shit and made my head spin. I could hear Trent but it was like I was underwater. I could hear him yelling about covering the back stairs or something. Next thing I know, Wilson has a big gaping hole in his head, and Tom is standing there with a vicious look on his face and a smoking gun in his hand. I guess he scavenged it from one of the dead guys. Tom shot two more bad guys before Big Trent fired on him. Tom was able to duck down an aisle.
Trent couldn’t chase him because he heard his name being called. By my Daddy!
“Trent!” Michael called from behind me somewhere. “Put down the gun and we can still be friends.”
“Yeah right!” responded Trent as he ducked behind a stack of Coors beer cases. “And how the fuck do you know my name?”
“One of your little toadies squealed up on the roof, but don’t worry! He won’t ever squeal again.”
More shots and shouts came from various parts of the store. The ‘slaves’ were rising up against their masters! So cool! Trent didn’t know what to do, or where to look, or who to cover.
“I’ll… I’ll shoot your bitch!” Trent yelled. And he looked at me and started to point the Eagle at me.
Trent’s head exploded. I thought, I didn’t know a head could just explode! Then Tom and Michael were facing each other, guns pointed warily.
“No!” I managed to scream. “You’re on the… same side”
I blacked out.