Contract Bundle: Rough Apocalyptic Alpha Male

by Claudia Balvenie

  The Signing

  Contract #1

  by

  Claudia Balvenie

  @ClaudiaBalvenie

  claudiabalvenie.com

  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.

  All characters are above the age of 18

  CHAPTER 1

  It had been three days since Anna had eaten last.

  She took a swig from her canteen. It too was getting low. That was dangerous, but she was an optimist. At least now it was easier to carry. That optimism had served her well in the last few weeks, as she tried to put one foot in front of the other, sun up to sun down, to find her next meal or her next shelter.

  It had been less than a month since the bombs had dropped. In that short span of time the fabric of civilization had unraveled. She often lay awake contemplating the thin threads that had held society together. That, and her rumbling stomach. To think, six weeks ago the only things that concerned her were impressing her boss and catching a husband.

  Now she'd traded off secretarial work and zumba for skulking and survival.

  The Anna she was before would not recognize the nameless girl she'd become. She saw herself in a broken mirror several days ago. Her light brown hair was pulled into a tight bun, but fly aways went everywhere. Her dark brown eyes seemed even larger than before, no doubt because of the weight she'd lost, everywhere, even her face. She had achieved a hardness and tone from trying to survive that no matter how much time she spent in the gym, she never seemed to achieve.

  Her clothing had been mostly scavenged as she wandered. A good pair of boots were her pride and joy, even with the two pairs of socks she had to stuff in them to make them fit. Her underwear was too tight and she knew it, but she just felt more civilized having it on. Her pants and shirt were far too big. The only reason the pants weren't falling off was the bit of rope she kept tied around her waist to hold them there. Every morning she had to cinch it just a little tighter.

  She had been trudging through the swamp for six days, keeping her direction by the position of the sun. Eventually she had to come across somewhere she could set up as a base camp. She'd yet to find a home that wasn't gutted of everything useful, and the houses were few and far between. But she was unwilling to follow a road or go back into a city. Her first week she'd tried that, tried staying in her own home. Bad things had happened.

  The last cabin she'd happened upon was the worst. It had seemed promising, it was a fairly large home set in the middle of the forest. She thought perhaps the looters had avoided it because of how far out it was. She was wrong.

  Inside, every cupboard had been tossed. Broken china littered the ground. Still she searched every inch of the house, hoping for some food hidden somewhere. Instead she found a couple lying on a bed of blood, each one shot directly through the head.

  There was an awful moment when Anna considered building a fire and roasting the couple. She even went so far as to pull her knife to cut off the leg of the woman, but the smell of the meat turned her stomach. They'd been dead for too long. Just her luck, saved from cannibalism by rotten meat.

  That was the day before. Now she wished she'd been a more outdoorsy kid. If only she'd learned about the land, she'd know what she could eat and what she could not. But this is where she was now. She could change her knowledge of the land as much as she could stop the bombs from hitting. There was no use in complaining. Just put one foot in front of another.

  She thought it was a mirage, a mirage for scent when the smell came to her. A cook-fire for sure, but what was roasting? She couldn't tell what animal it was, though the smell was most like pork. The smell took over her senses. Her legs changed course, despite her brain warning that it was most certainly a trap.

  It seemed like hours before she could see the fire, even though the thought of food had certainly quickened her steps. Anna wondered if her senses were heightened now, at least her sense of smell, after her time in the woods.

  She was no hunter, and knew nothing about moving through the land stealthily. But she figured that if she could smell the campfire, she must be upwind from it. At least, that made sense to her. So once she could actually see the orange flames leaping into the darkening sky, she slowed down her pace so as not to attract attention until she could see what was going on.

  Slowly she was close enough to make out the camp. Two tents were erected next to a large file. A spit had been set up, and an animal was turning over it. A large man squatted next to it, turning the animal.

  No wonder he had no fear of the blaze or the smell attracting people. She could make out two guns on his hips, another large gun, perhaps a shotgun, strapped to his back, and a machete strapped above. She saw two arm sheathes for knives, and a bandoleer crossed his bare, muscular chest. His head was shaved clean. She suspected, because he did not appear over forty, that he was shaving it.

  If he was in a good enough position to still be able to tend to that sort of hygiene, he must have quite the setup, she decided. She needed a plan.

  She cautiously continued to make her way to the camp. She was strong. She'd been doing strength training ever since college, and though her lack of nourishment had weakened her, sheer adrenaline might be enough. She was not armed as well as he, in fact all she carried now was a long knife, her canteen, an empty backpack she once used for food that was now depleted, and a shovel. The shovel she mostly used for a walking stick, but she'd taken out two snakes with it too. Turns out snakes don't really taste like chicken.

  If she could just get close enough to this man, if she could just hit him hard enough with the shovel, then that hog would be all hers. She pulled the shovel to her chest, gripping it tightly. Despite her fears of stepping on a twig, she'd somehow managed to reach the perimeter. She slowly drew the shovel over her head and waited in the shadows for the man to move close enough.

  “That's close enough, little lady.” She heard the sound of a hammer being pulled back on a gun, then felt the cold metal being pushed against her back. She froze in place, and her malnourished arms began to shake. The burly man turned from the fire, and frowned into the darkness.

  “Well, lookie what we got, partner?” The deep voice behind her chuckled softly. He pushed the barrel into her back. “Step into the light, darling. Oh, and drop the weapon.”

  “It's a shovel,” she stated, her voice hoarse from lack of use.

  “Sure, darling. And you weren't gonna assault my partner over here with it.” The deep voice behind her dug the barrel more deeply into her back.

  She let the shovel fall to the ground and stepped forward. “On your knees now, girl, let me get a look at ya.” She slowly sank to her knees, her eyes daring the large man in front of her. She knew they could very easily kill her, and put her on the same spit.

  The commando looking fellow jerked a knife from one of his arm sheathes. He knelt in front of her, and put the tip of the knife under her chin. He tilted her head up. “You aren't too bad to look on, girl. You alone?”

  Anna's dark brown eyes flashed. “No! I'm with a party of seven, they're back at camp, they will be coming to find me. In fact, I think I hear them coming, can you hear their footsteps?”

  The man with the gun on her snorted. “You may be good at sneaking up on folks, but you are a terrible liar, darling.” He loosened the hammer on the weapon and she heard him sheathe it. He stepped into the light, a far different man than his compatriot. He wore a brown leather jacket and jeans on his thin frame, as opposed to his burly friend's cam
o and bare chest. He even wore a cowboy hat.

  The cowboy looking one pulled out a twig and lit it in the fire. The burly fellow kept his knife and eyes on Anna.

  “Well, I think you're just hungry, aren't you darling? You have a name?”

  She swallowed. “Anna.”

  “Well alright then Anna. My name's Charles. This here fellow is Joseph.” He took the lit twig and used it to light a cigarette, then threw the twig back in the fire.

  He took a long drag off the cigarette before continuing. “See, you almost had my boy here, and that's got me rather impressed. You think if I ask him to pull away his weapon that you can sit here all peaceful like for a bit?”

  She was afraid, but that's the strange thing about fear. Eventually you stop letting it rule your decisions. Really, she had no choice. Despite her desire to run, she nodded.

  Charles nodded his head to Joseph, and he pulled his knife from her chin. He suddenly looked at the pig with concern and walked to it to rotate the spit.

  “Foods about done, eh? You feeling hungry there, Anna? Some nice wild hog would cheer you up quite a bit, I bet.” He was cutting into the pig now, checking the temperature.

  She nodded more eagerly. Joseph cut off a long slice from the pig, put it on a plate, and handed it to her. She was impressed they had plates. It was in her mouth and down her throat before she could register how hot it was.

  “Careful there, let it cool,” Joseph urged, his deep voice strangely calming.

  He made plates for the other two, and poured glasses of water for them from a large basin he had set up. She quickly drank the water to cool her burning mouth, and stuffed more pork in.

  Joseph was ready with another slice as soon as she'd finished that one. She ate it, and a third. By the third she noticed both of them were watching her intently, even as they finished their own food.

  Finally her stomach could stand no more. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and finished her water. For the first time since the collapse, she was actually full. It was a glorious feeling.

  Charles nodded once to Joseph. “Go check the perimeter.” Suddenly the relaxed feeling she had melted away, and she felt goosebumps raise on her flesh. He set his plate to the side as Joseph walked off. He stood and walked to her side and lay his hand upon her head.

  He slowly began to stroke his hand down her hair, smoothing it. He undid the tie that had held her bun together, and let her mahogany curls fall down her back. He then continued to stroke her head as he stood above her.

  “You've eaten my food,” his commanding voice held her full attention. “It is time for payment,” his hands turned from gentle caressing to grabbing her hair into a tight fist. She immediately began to buck away, but he was far stronger than her, holding her down with only the grip on her hair. His other hand moved to his belt, unbuckling it.

  “Wait, you didn't say I had to pay you...” she stammered, her dark brown eyes wide with fear.

  He unbuttoned his jeans and frowned down at her. “You haven't eaten in days. We saved your life. I'd say that this is the least you could do.” He unzipped his pants and freed himself. His dick was long and fierce, a dark purple that strained against his skin. She was so close that she could see a vein pulsing along the edge. A drip of pre-cum glistened at the end.

  “Is it really so onerous? Is your life worth so little to you, darling?” His free hand began at the head and slowly trailed down the length, then back up, mesmerizing her. “It's a simple payment for the dinner, then you can be on our way. If you wish.”

  He tilted his dick forward and ran it down the side of her face. She closed her eyes. “Of course, if you like it, I'm sure we can come up with some sort of agreement,” a low moan interrupted his sentence. “A contract, perhaps?”

  He wasn't wrong. They had saved her life. She closed her eyes and he rubbed his smooth head along her plump lips. For the second time this night, she committed herself to an action that was completely out of her character. She parted her mouth and he thrust inside.

  She didn't realize how big he was until he was in her mouth. Most of his length was hidden inside his pants, and it was not until he shrugged out of them that she realized she might be in trouble. The simple fact was, he was far too long for her mouth. He'd shoved with no preamble straight to the back of her throat. Still, inches remained outside.

  He left his dick laying along her tongue for a long moment, and she closed her lips around him. She began to roll her tongue inside, from his very tip all the way to where he entered her lips. He nodded his head in approval.

  “Go on and suck it, darling.” He pulled her head forward, his grip still tightly wound into her hair.

  She did as he asked, and sucked on it, slowly at first, then harder as the tug on her hair became more insistent. He threw his head back and growled. “That's right darling. That's real good.”

  But it was not enough for him. He used his grip to thrust inside insistently until it curved down her throat. He held it there, while she struggled to get a breath, then pulled out again. This seemed to me the cruel method to his madness. She would gasp for air and he would thrust it down again, and hold, each time deeper, each time watching her face as she struggled. She could feel the rest of his body stiffen. She knew this control was exactly what he was craving.

  Finally she felt his balls touching her chin, and a low moan escape his lips. He reached down to her throat and closed his hand around it. Fear flashed in her brown eyes, and she tried to pull away. She could not breathe around him, and his hand around her throat made her fear she'd placed herself in a position to get killed.

  “Calm down, I'm only feeling myself in your tight throat from the outside.” He ran his fingers up and down her thin, pale throat. “Feel it yourself, but quickly. You'll probably want to breathe soon.”

  She reached up and felt exactly what he'd been talking about. It was very clear where his head was, deep inside. She wasn't certain if she was freaked out or incredibly turned on. Probably both.

  It was time for business. He sped up, fucking her throat with rapid, forceful thrusts. She had given up trying to caress him with her tongue or suck on him, but let him fall into his own rhythm, using her throat as his plaything. She made sure not to move, to let him get lost in his own sensations. Finally he shuddered and exploded deep inside her. The explosion was so forceful that she felt the warm coat of his seed run down her esophagus.

  He slowly pulled out of her, and grabbed a nearby cloth to wipe himself off. He gave her a cruel grin. “Your all paid up, darling.” He tucked himself back into his pants. Then he whistled, and Joseph came back into the camp proper.

  Charles was re-buckling his belt when Joseph walked over to Anna's side. He poured her another glass of water, and urged her to drink it down.

  Charles began the process of lighting another cigarette. “So this is how it's going to work, darling. If you want to stay with us, you'll need to earn your keep. That don't just mean cooking and cleaning, you understand?”

  She gulped down the water to wash what had just happened from her throat. She said nothing to him.

  “Now, we aren't bad fellows, but we've worked hard to stay alive, and we'll work hard to protect you too. You just have to do your part.”

  “Can I leave?” she asked, hesitantly.

  Charles looked aghast. “Well of course you can leave! We aren't kidnappers! We aren't going to hold you against your will! What sort of...” he trailed off, heat in his voice, “we gave you our food for goodness sake!”

  She still looked out into the woods, considering running.

  Joseph's soft, but deep voice, broke the silence. “You will do much better with us, Anna. We can feed you and take care of you. It won't be so bad, and if you truly wish to leave, or join another group, or whatever, you are free to do so. We will not raise weapons against you unless you do so first.” He lay a thick hand upon her shoulder and slowly caressed it with his thumb in a small circle. “But this is the paymen
t that we require.”

  Charles took another long drag of his cigarette. “So that's the contract, in a nutshell. We will keep you alive, and you will keep us satisfied. This work for you, darling?”

  It was a better deal that she would have gotten with anyone else, and she knew it. She was so weary of running. All she had to do was have sex with them, and she'd be fine. She nodded her consent and a smile grew across the commando's face. He nodded once to Charles, who pulled his cowboy hat down on his head and stalked into the woods.

  “That's excellent news! I knew you'd come around.” He had sat down on the log near the fire. He pulled her onto his lap. “You're awfully pretty you know. Bet you were a knockout before everything went to Hell.”

  Unlike Charles, Joseph was a bit more circumspect in his courting. He took his time to run his hands along her body.

  “You're so thin...” his hands trailed down her front, and squeezed a breast through her clothing. “Well, maybe not everywhere.” He laughed to himself.