Contract Bundle: Rough Apocalyptic Alpha Male

by Claudia Balvenie

  The fat man harrumphed. “It's just my son. I carry fine goods, I have to have some protection you understand.” The man jerked his head and a thin, lanky man came into view. He was young, early twenties she guessed. His eye had a nervous twitch that was going wild. He had a rifle that he slung over his shoulder. “Morning, Sir, Sir.” He looked past them both, to Anna sitting nude in her garden. “Ma'am.”

  The fat man had been intent on the men holding weapons on him, as one would expect. When his son pointed her out, his eyes slid over to her covetously. He folded his wormy fingers in front of him and she watched as a plan was hatched. She did not like the way he watched her.

  “Now I'm sure we have something you'd like. You seem like a whiskey man, eh? I've got a fine scotch down here.” He pulled out a cylindrical box and handed it to Charles.

  Charles let out a low whistle. He opened up the cylinder and took out the bottle. The large fellow had found Charles' weakness. “16 year, eh? I didn't even try this before the fall.” He wiped his mouth, then he shook his head, handing it back reluctantly.

  “Sorry, partner, ain't got nothing to trade.”

  The fat man's eyes raised. “Oh, that's, well... that's too bad.” His gaze never left Anna's nude form. He put the bottle back in the box and slowly set it down in his cart. He let out a long sigh. “Course, we do accept services in trade as well as actual goods.”

  Charles finally turned to see what the man was looking at. He grunted and folded his arms over his chest. “That there's our girl. You think I'll just give her up, just for booze?”

  The man tittered. He knew he had Charles' attention. “Well no, not forever. Perhaps you could just loan her to me? For the evening?”

  Charles' face went grumpy, but it was clear that he believed it to be a good trade. “Gonna cost more than just this. What else you got, any rum in there?”

  The fat man rubbed his fingers together and nodded brilliantly. He knew he had the deal.. “A rum and a vodka, but I want a full evening. And I'll send your gifts back with her.”

  Charles considered, not even bothering to look back to her. “Alright, you have one hour. Come on darlin.”

  Her eyes were wide, not believing what he'd just done. Their contract had stipulated that she would do whatever they had required sexually, but this had never been part of the plan. She'd never agreed to being loaned out for goods. She looked to Charles helplessly. She, of course, had not told them she wouldn't, either. Still, she was curious.

  “Oh, and by the way, chubby-kins. Your kid is staying with us until she's returned. Got it?”

  The kid's eyes went as wide as her own. The merchant nodded and waved his hand dismissively, his eyes all for her nude form. The two traded places through the wall, and the Merchant took her hand and guided her into the forest.

  CHAPTER 3

  Once they'd gotten away from view the man laughed darkly.

  “On your knees, girl.”

  She'd been trained by her protectors to obey, and obey she did. Once she was down, he grunted and heavily stomped behind her. He jerked her arms behind her. He had incredible strength for a man pushing three hundred pounds. He tied her wrists together first, then wrapped a long length of rope around one elbow, then the other, forcing them closer together. He laughed at his handiwork as he jerked her back to her feet.

  He heavily walked back to her front and tweaked one nipple. He slapped her other breast, hard. His eyes were glued to her breasts as they bounced eagerly in front of him.

  He wiped his forehead, the copious sweat clinging to his hands. “Yeah, always better to tie your elbows together. Makes those sweet tits look even better.” He slapped the other one from the side, and watched joyfully as it smashed into the other back and forth.

  He was hideous. But she knew that somewhere in their contract her men believed this was part of her job. She was surprised that she thought of them as “her” men. She felt humiliated that she could be traded like this, even though deep down, she felt excited.

  He pushed her against a nearby, large tree. He was able to hold her easily with his massive strength, and only one over sized hand against her small stomach. She felt the bark dig into her back. She did nothing to fight back, though in any other situation she would not even have looked twice at this man. He was so disgusting but she still felt herself growing wetter at his touch.

  As he held her tightly, he squeezed one breast tightly, his thick fingers digging into her flesh. His giant mouth took a big portion of her already large breast into his mouth and sucked on it. Dimly she wondered if he was literally trying to eat her.

  With a quick jerk, he turned her around, thrusting her moist breasts into the trunk of the tree, It was painful, but she held on as he let his hands roam all over her body, down her rear, and straight in between her legs. He thrust one of his fat fingers in there, moving it back and forth in what she assumed was his version of foreplay. Another quick flick of her clit, and he simply held her against the tree one handed, a hand against the small of her back.

  His eyes had glazed over with lust. “You are going to make me so much money,” he mumbled, lost in the moment.

  Her head shot up. He meant to betray them! Despite leaving his son back at their camp, he'd already planned to take her instead. Tied up or no, she had to escape.

  She felt him fumbling around and knew he was disrobing behind her. She didn't even think, she just pushed back while he was distracted and bolted.

  Blindly she ran into the forest, a scream escaping her lips. If only she were loud enough, she knew her boys would come and save her. They had to, they promised they wouldn't let her get hurt!

  She could run fast, but she was completely nude and barefoot, not to mention being bound tightly from behind. Still she pressed through even though the branches would whip against her. They sliced into her bare breasts, bare thighs, until blood ran in rivulets down her tanned skin.

  Still he was coming after her. Yes, he was large, but he was fast. The ground nearly shook with his heavy running. Still she was faster. She had almost made it, she was nearly within view of the cabin when she tripped. She went down hard into the mud.

  Instantly the fat merchant was on top of her. He flipped her so that she was facing upward, then slammed her back into the ground again, her arms pinned into the mud.

  “I paid for you...” he seethed. He grabbed one breast and squeezed it, hard. “You didn't protest. You won't protest. You want this.” He was straddling her chest, squeezing her breasts hard. Her blood from the cuts was all over his hands.

  He leaned over and took her other breast into his mouth, licking away at the blood that was there. He grinned cruelly. “You and I had a contract. You belong to me. Hell, I think you liked the run, gets my blood pumping even harder.” She couldn't deny it, it did. The fear was thrilling her.

  He let his teeth sink into her breast. A moan escaped her lips and she cursed herself for responding to his brutality. Behind her he stuffed a wormy finger directly into her tight hole.

  “Don't act like you don't want this. Your body betrays you.”

  He kept her pinned down with his huge weight. He had more than a hundred and fifty pounds on her and she felt every bit of it. He didn't even have to use his hands to keep her pinned.

  He reached into his dirty pants and pulled out his dick. It was not nearly as long as either of her boys, but what it lacked in length it made up for in girth. Beyond that though was the smell. She wondered when he'd last bathed, because the smell of his dried seed and sweat was overpowering.

  He brought his disgusting cock near her lips. She turned her head. He frowned and then smacked his hard, fat dick against her cheek.

  “Come on now, just a little suck? What's got you so afraid, eh?”

  “I didn't agree to you selling me to others!” She screamed back at him.

  “Bah, girl, I can't just take you off. That what you afraid of?” He grabbed her by the jaw and turned her face to him with one meaty hand, the ot
her rubbed the head of his fat cock against her lips. His precum was already dripping out, wetting her.

  “I have a reputation as a merchant!” He grabbed her by the nose and held it tight, not letting her breathe. Finally she had to open her mouth to take a breath and he crammed his fat dick right inside. Once he'd forced himself in, he released her nose.

  He moaned then in pleasure. “I could just kill your men, you know. My son and I.” He slowly began to work his thick dick out of her mouth, then shove it back in. He found a rhythm to rock back and forth against her face. He was not so long that he couldn't get his whole dick inside, but she could feel a portion of his skin that simply wouldn't push past her lips. He had too much girth. He did not seem to mind though. He simply rocked back and forth enjoying her.

  His hand had reached back to fumble at her folds. She assumed this was his attempt at foreplay, but his real enjoyment came from the words he was saying. That, she was learning, was his true aphrodisiac. He wanted her to be afraid.

  “Oh yes, we could kill them and just take you. You know there are plenty of people out there paying good money for a pretty thing like you.” Her eyes were wide listening to his words. When he pulled out, her saliva coated his fat dick. He kept one hand on her chest, between her breasts. He leaned heavily on that arm, making it once again hard for her to breathe. He stood up, his legs on either side of her. Then with one strong, quick jerk, he flipped her onto her stomach, her large breasts smashed into the ground.

  He quickly flopped back on top of her, his girth once again making it hard for her to breathe. He laughed at this and smooshed her face into the dirt once.

  “But I won't do that. I won't kill them and take you.” He said, as he parted her lips with his thick fingers. He began to smash his fat dick into her small hole. She cursed herself again for enjoying this rough treatment. If she could just stop dripping when men treated her this way, then she wouldn't feel so guilty when they did.

  “Although part of you wants it. Part of you wants nothing more than to be taken and to serve. You want to be owned.” He had widened her enough to get the head into her. He tried to push her apart further, to make it easier to accept his girth, but the further he pushed her legs apart the tighter she became. He grunted again in frustration.

  “You want me to own you and to sell you to whomever I want. I can see it in your wetness.”

  Frustrated at his inability to get into her. He jerked her to her knees. Her face was still in the ground, since her hands were tied behind. In this position he was able to reach in front of her waist and mound away at her aching clit. This, of course, made her wetter.

  Finally he was able to stuff his fatness inside of her. He bulged against the walls of her slit so much that she could feel his dick trembling. She couldn't believe it. He'd just thrust inside of her and already he was spurting cum deep inside of her. She breathed a sigh of relief. No doubt he'd be done then and she could go back to her boys, if he was telling the truth of course.

  Once he'd finished grunting out his pleasure, he smacked her on the rear end, hard.

  “Not done with you bitch. Not by a long shot.”

  She'd noticed then he hadn't gone soft. He was just as hard as when he'd stuffed it in her mouth, only this time, that hardness had sunk all the way inside of her. She felt the girth expanding even further, if it were possible. Her insides had no choice but to allow him entry.

  “Second one's always even rougher, girl. You just hold on.”

  And he was true to his word. He would pull out some, then cram his fatness back inside of her. Over and over he slammed in to the hilt, his drooping, large balls slamming into her clit. She didn't want to like it, she tried not to, but her body grew tighter and tighter.

  He grabbed the rope between her elbows and jerked on it, pulling her perpendicular. Her face was no longer in the dirt, but she also couldn't support her own body weight. Save for her knees in the ground, he was controlling every part of her body.

  Her eyes were opened then. She could see, in the distance, the fence that surrounded her cabin. She was so close to her boys, yet so far away while he took her alone in the forest. He controlled every part of her body with his incredible strength.

  “Just let go...” he grumbled as he yanked the ropes backward, pulling her into him, repeatedly pounding his own dick with her small frame.

  And she did. She didn't really need his encouragement. Her inner walls contracted and released, trying to tighten around his thick cock and finding no purchase. She wailed as an orgasm hit her, completely out of control of this man, lost to do anything save take whatever he was pounding into her. She was helpless to stop him or her climax.

  A second one began almost as soon as the first ended. Then a third, a fourth. She felt herself falling blindly into a pleasureful abyss that he seemed to have no intention of stopping. She felt his sweat dripping onto her rear as he worked himself in and out of her.

  Finally he'd had as much as he could take. A final jerk and he exploded deep inside of her for a second time. Since he'd never fully pulled out after his first orgasm, the seed from the first mixed with the seed of the second, the force pushing both back further than she could have imagined and coating her insides.

  With a deep grunt of pleasure he dropped his hold on her elbows, and her face fell to the ground. That woke her out of her pleasureful state. He stayed buried inside of her for a long moment before finally pulling out. All of his juices began pouring out of her.

  “Phew girlie. Alright, a deal's a deal.” He didn't even bother to wipe himself down, he simply tucked his dick back in his dirty pants. She slowly began to pull herself up from the ground, and his leavings trailed down her thighs.

  He pulled out three bottles, thought the better of it, and handed a fourth smaller bottle. He lay all of them in her arms. “Last one's a tip. I do hope we can work out another arrangement some time?” He grinned and reached out to squeeze one of her butt cheeks. She flinched away, sore.

  She didn't answer, but took her ill gotten spoils and walked back to the fence without another word. When she'd reached it, the boys shoved the man's son out and jerked her in.

  Charles grinned at her haul. “Great work darlin! You may have just opened up another revenue stream...” He tried to reach for the expensive bottle from her. She jerked away.

  “Oh no, darlin.” She said, drawing out the word. “I worked for this booze. This booze is mine.”

  She stepped away from the both of them, set the bottles down, and uncorked the single malt. She took a long swig from it, and wiped her mouth. “I can share, but there are going to be some changes around here. Got it?”

  Charles glanced to Joseph who was just grinning in appreciation. He grunted. “What are you thinking then?”

  She grinned and took another swig. “First, I'm part of this crew. No more trading me out for goods, unless I offer. Got it?”

  Joseph was laughing. She could tell that the two of them must have been discussing this while she was gone.

  “Yeah, fine.” Charles added. “I suppose our contract didn't stipulate that.”

  “Second,” she began. “We need to be more careful. That man could have taken me off. Seems slavery is coming back into style.”

  That got both of their attentions. Joseph began, “I'd followed you out there, you were safe enough with him. If he'd tried anything I would have taken care of it.”

  She nodded and took one last drink before handing it to Charles. “Alright. You boys just have to keep me safe. One last thing...”

  Charles had taken the scotch and was enjoying his first long sip. “What's that?”

  “No sex for a week! I'm serious! I'm super sore. And get me some damn clothes, eh? It's getting cold!”

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