He kept running his hands along her body, while burying his face into her neck. He nuzzled his large face there, kissing her from earlobe to the base of her throat.
His hand had parted her legs, pushed up in between. He ran small circles there and she squealed. She couldn't help it. He chuckled against her throat.
He raised his lips to her ear and spoke confidentially. “I wanted to make sure you were really ready. I'm rather well endowed. And if you don't enjoy it, well...” he trailed off, then grabbed her mound again, causing another squeal to escape her lips. “Well, if you don't want it, I just won't do it.”
She could feel his cock underneath her, straining against his jeans. She began to think he wasn't exaggerating.
“But you're so wet and warm.” He bit down on her neck and she yelped as he sucked. “I can feel your excitement all the way through your pants.”
She couldn't deny it. Even Charles, as forceful as he was, thrilled her. For the first time since the bombs had dropped, she felt the twinges of happiness. She even bucked up against him, encouraging him.
“That's what I thought. Time to earn your breakfast.” Joseph wasted no time unfastening his gun belt and laying it to the side within her easy reach. Her eyes followed it until he unzipped and his thick cock fell from his camo pants. He laughed then at her expression and smacked her in the face with his dick.
“What's wrong, girlie, never seen a monster dick before?” He slid it in her mouth slightly to get it wet, before smacking it against her face again. She frowned at him, the humiliation of being smacked in the face by her own saliva both sexy and annoying. Her eyes glanced again to the gun belt, then back to him, questioningly.
“Trust, Anna. That's why.” He shoved the bulging head of his dick into her mouth, and pulled it out with a popping sound. “It's exciting to think you might be able to reach that weapon, and draw it on me.” He shoved himself into her mouth again. Her jaws felt over extended trying to pull that much meat into her mouth. Still, he wasn't forcing it, he was just wetting it, then slapping it across her face. “I'd win of course. And then we'd have to find another girl.”
She pulled her hands that she did not even realize she'd extended back. She had thought she'd been completely on board with this contract, yet some part deep inside yelled at her to fight. She had to ignore it and keep up her part of the bargain. So instead she moved her hands up to cup his monstrous balls. She began to mound them in her fingers.
He gritted his teeth and moaned. “That's what I thought, girlie. You know a good deal when you hear it.” He began to fuck her face in earnest.
She thought she'd be fortunate then as he was not nearly so long as Charles and would not be such a threat to her sore throat, but he had his own difficulty. The fact was, unlike every other time she'd performed this particular act, she had simply no room to draw breath. He was too thick.
He clearly had done this before, and was aware that he could not stay inside long. He held her head tilted back while she kept caressing his balls, and would pull all the way out of her mouth, save his bulbous head, and thrust back in to the end of her throat. His quick, deep thrusts were enough until finally he pulled out and stroked himself several times, finally exploding all over her face, hair, nose and running down her chin.
“Well now, that was nice, girlie. You want some more food, you go on and get it, OK? You're alright in my book.” He turned from her, wiped himself up, and put his gun belt back on. Charles wandered back in without a signal. She knew he'd been watching, which sent yet another thrill up her spine.
“Nice look Anna.” He watched her as she tried to clean herself on her already filthy clothes. “Tomorrow, you're going to the creek to get cleaned up. We can't fuck you like that.”
She nodded weakly. The idea of these giant dicks inside of her was frightening, but that is what she'd signed up for. Charles moved to his tent and crawled inside. Joseph sat on a nearby log, sharpening his blade.
She looked longingly at the other tent. Joseph noticed. “You'll have to earn tent time, girlie. But I'm not cruel. Go ahead and curl up by the fire and rest. I got first watch.”
She sighed at the thought of the empty tent, but did not argue. She had slept outside and alone plenty of times over the past few weeks, at least this time she would be warm. She pulled her backpack under her head, and fluffed it as much as she could before drifting off to sleep, wondering what the next day would bring.
Hard Negotiations
Contract #2
by
Claudia Balvenie
Cover Art by
Artsiom Kireyau
@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
The sun awoke her with it's blinding glare. She sat up, blinking, trying to remember the last time she'd slept so well. She was certain it was before the fall.
It was only a matter of weeks since society had collapsed. In that time civilization had turned on itself. She'd wandered alone for much of that time eating what she could salvage, catching a few minutes of sleep every other day. She had trudged through the swamps where she'd been born praying that she could reach somewhere that had not been touched by the devastation that had hit her part of the world.
So far she'd not found it.
Yet the night before, driven by hunger, she'd tried to steal from two well armed men. She was desperate and knew that if she didn't eat soon, then what they would do to her would be the least of her worries.
She was caught. In truth, the few weeks of intensive and unwanted outdoors training had helped her to at least get close, but it was not good enough. One of them was clearly ex-military. His name was Joseph. He was dripping with muscles and ammunition.
Charles was his partner. He was an odd one to her. He gave off a cowboy type aura, though she wasn't sure he actually wrangled cattle or anything like that. His drawl was different from her own, Southern with a Western twang. Course, she might be putting him into the cowboy category because of the over sized Stetson he liked to wear.
Either way, Charles had a dark side. She could see it when he took his payment from her. His eyes were cruel and excited as he explained to her exactly what her purpose in their trio would be.
Perhaps he expected her to balk. No doubt he would have enjoyed that even more. Yet the contract they had devised was straightforward enough for her to agree to it without question.
Safety and provisions simply for handling their sexual needs? It was a simple decision.
She slowly drug herself up to a sitting position. Immediately Joseph was at her side, holding out a pot of beans and a spoon.
“Eat up. We need to head on out. Gotta stop by the creek first, let you get cleaned up.”
She blinked in confusion. She glanced to Charles who nodded. “Seems we were a bit too loud last night. Found new footprints on the perimeter. Suspect we chased them off with our watches, but if they're probing us, then we need to get.” He checked each gun to make sure they cleared the holsters.
She stumbled to her feet, “Wait, but, that's how you guys got me. Why are we running?”
Charles laughed. “Yeah, but we got you now. Why would we need anybody else? Let's not ask for trouble.”
She decided she was alright with that. She held out her nearly empty backpack. The emptiness just betrayed her failure at salvaging and why she needed them. “Want me to carry anything?”
The men shared a look. Joseph shrugged as if to say it was up to him. “Alright, got some small things we'd planned to abandon, but I suspect you can hold on to them.” Charles said, while tossing a few odds and ends into her bag.
Soon enough they reached the creek. Joseph tossed her a bar of soap and a worn towel before turning fro
m her very deliberately and moving away to monitor the forest. When he moved past Charles, who was was intently staring at Anna he clapped him on the shoulder. “Let her be, eh? Girl needs her privacy.”
Charles frowned and tossed the cigarette he'd been smoking to the forest floor and stomped it out. His voice was lowered but Anna, still at the creek bed could hear. Amazing what relying on your ears to keep you safe for weeks would do to your hearing.
“Ain't nothing down there we won't see soon enough.” he muttered.
Joseph shook his head. “Has to be her choice. That was the agreement. That's the contract we made with her.”
Anna clutched the towel to her chest and spoke up. “Why are you leaving me to bathe by myself? I could run.”
Joseph did not turn back to her, though Charles clearly couldn't pull his eyes away. “You can always run. We will never stop you. But if you ever leave us, we will do nothing to keep you fed or safe. Understand?”
“I...” she trailed off. “Yes, I think so. Thank you.”
Her eyes never left Charles'. She wasn't sure that if she tried to leave he wouldn't come right after her. Hell, she thought he wanted her to.
And it did cross her mind to run. She even had some of their food stuffed in her pack. But his words rang in her head and she knew it to be true. Others would not be so kind. They would simply rape and kill her. Here she was at least able to bargain her body for her survival.
Charles finally turned at Joseph's assistance and wandered into the trees. She slowly undressed and slid into the chilly creek water, doing what she could to wash the weeks of gunk off of her body and out of her hair.
Neither man appeared surprised when she returned to them, though Charles did remark upon her hair. “Thought you were black-headed,” he said, gesturing to her brown waves.
CHAPTER 2
They trudged through the swamps in much the same way as she had before, although the terror was far less. Often Charles would wander off into the woods, his rifle in hand, leaving she and Joseph to continue on alone.
She'd been quiet for most of the day, her near starvation had taken a lot of energy out of her. What little that was left was devoted to putting one foot in front of the other. But she was alone with Joseph. Though he was a huge man and armed to the teeth, she still felt that he was more approachable than his counterpart.
“Where are we going?” It was the question that plagued her.
“Some place safe.” He smiled at her, good naturedly.
“Some place you've been before? Or is it some place you've never seen and just think will be safe?”
He just grinned at her and gave her a look that said she could leave at any time.
She sighed and fell back a couple of steps. Then she decided to try a different tact.
“Well, do you at least know about the bombs? Who attacked us? Are we fighting back?”
“Does it matter?”
“What! Of course it matters, we have to...”
He cut her off. “We are barely able to fight our own people. They are good Americans who are just trying to survive. Do you think we are ready to take on another country?”
He was right. She shut her mouth. Silence continued to reign.
A gunshot rang out, deafening her. She fell to the ground by instinct, as Joseph knelt nearby, his shotgun in his hands.
They stayed in place for what seemed like an eternity. Finally Joseph got back to his feet and offered her his hand. Her ears were going back to normal from the ringing.
Charles was pushing through the brush, something large thrown over his back.
“How you two feel about turkey?” he asked, as he took his own pack back from Joseph.
CHAPTER 3
Several miles later, they happened upon a barb wire fence that surrounded a cabin. Charles held a hand up to her, motioning for her to stay and to get low. He lay his finger across his lips. She did as he asked while the men stalked inside.
They returned about fifteen minutes later. “Don't think this has been touched since before the fall,” Charles started. “I reckon it should be safe enough to sleep in for the night.”
Jacob nodded. “I think it's a hunting cabin. Lots of beds, though probably lots of spiders too.”
“Eh, they won't eat much. Hey, Anna, come see the best part.” He gestured for her to follow him.
They came to a shack behind the cabin itself, and he pried it open and gestured to her. She peered inside. It was full of different tools, sharp knives, a reloading station. But what really took her attention was the giant hook danging from the ceiling above a drain. She had a sharp intake of breath and took a couple of steps back, ready to run.
Charles had a huge grin on his face until he saw her reaction. He did a double take at her eye line, quickly realizing her reaction. “Oh! No no no, darlin. This here is for hunting.” He laughed and smacked her one good time on the back. Then he tilted his head to the side, considering. “I mean unless you want us to use it on you.”
Relief washed over her. A smile touched the corner of her lips. “So this means it will be easier to butcher whatever we kill?”
“Yep!” he dropped the turkey on the floor next to the drain. “Oh, and check this out too.” He walked outside and closed the doors behind him. He headed towards the back of the house.
“A nice charcoal grill plus a smoker! Man I could really get used to living like this.”
“Why don't we?” She asked.
“Don't we what?” He'd become preoccupied with figuring out how the smoker opened.
“Stay. I mean there's plenty of hunting, there's fresh water. We could use the existing fence to fortify a new one. We could booby trap the perimeter...” she trailed off.
Jacob chose that time to walk back around the corner, carrying stacks of wood.
Charles shook his head. “Gotta get to a safe place, promised land, something like that. Always be moving.”
“I agree with the girl, Charles. This is a great find. We've been walking for a month now, and you know we've seen some shit. What's the last thing you've seen that compared to this?”
Trepidation was all over his face. “Just I don't know. It don't feel right. You know, you gotta always keep moving.”
Anna lay her hand on his forearm. “We could always keep moving later. Keep go bags ready. But we need to recover, don't you think?”
Her touch seemed to decide for him. Either that or maybe he really was becoming weary after so much travel. “I suppose if we always had supplies ready. Maybe we set up a few hidey holes with rations in case we have to run.” He glanced again to Joseph, who nodded. “Alright. Let's try. But only for a bit.”
Joseph grinned, then dropped his supplies. He grabbed Anna around the waist and tossed her into a fireman's carry. He grinned at Charles. “Come on now, cheer up. Gotta break in the new house with our new girl, eh?” His hand groped her butt cheeks while she wiggled above him. Charles' eyes were glued to Joseph's hands, as he spread her cheeks apart and began to rub her through her shorts. She kept squirming.
She'd wanted to settle in first but she supposed they got to choose when and how they received their payment.
“Well, it's daylight, and the doors lock. Let's go see what you got under those clothes, Darlin.”
CHAPTER 4
She couldn't see much inside the house itself, hanging upside down as she was, it simply looked like a wealthy person's second home. Everything was decorated in the typical hunter style – unfinished wooden furniture with guns and deer heads along the walls. The whole place smelled musty, as if the windows hadn't been opened in a long time – this was clear from the dust lining every surface.
They climbed a staircase, and Joseph dumped her unceremoniously onto a bed. Charles went behind him, locking windows, locking the door, and closing the drapes. When he was finally satisfied they were safe, he grunted and sat down on a huge chair deigned in antler horns. Joseph stood by the bed, absently fingering the gun at his hip.
> That simple act spoke of danger, and it did thrill her. The fact that both men had all their attention on her didn't hurt either. Truth was, she wanted this. But she wasn't sure if her desire would ruin it for the men. So she kept her mouth shut, even though her body made it's pleasure known.
Charles produced a flask and took a long sip. He nodded to Joseph. It was clear who the leader of these two was.
“Shirt.” Charles said, and Joseph quickly produced a knife. He grabbed Anna by the collar and jerked her towards him. His hands groped lower and pulled her whole thin T-shirt into his grasp. He slide the knife underneath and jerked it in two with one quick slash. He moved behind her and yanked it the rest of the way off of her.
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