She swallowed in both fear and excitement. She knew all of them would have her.
Justin called up to the guards at the gate, and they pulled it open. Their eyes immediately went to her, though they asked no questions. As the two of them walked through the camp, all of these tough, burly, mutated men stopped whatever they were doing, their eyes moving towards her. Silence covered the camp. She felt the goose flesh rise all over her body, but kept her chin up.
She could feel each pair of lustful eyes as it moved up and down her barely concealed body. She knew the thin cotton of her dress clung to her rear, showing them her firm roundness. Her breasts were on full display, her nipples hardened in embarrassment and lust. Her cheeks were red, but she would not dare cover herself, even if she could. She liked the humiliation.
Step by agonizing step, Justin led her through the throngs of huge, mutated beasts. When her steps faltered, he tugged on the leash, dragging her deeper into their camp. She felt overwhelmed. How could she possibly take all of these men?
Finally, they reached a raised platform. On top stood an ornate chair, underneath an awning. Inside this over sized chair sat the largest mutant she'd ever seen. No doubt this monster was their leader. He was nearly eight feet tall, no doubt four hundred pounds, and pure muscle. His eyes too had not left her body. She could see the desire burning in them.
Justin knelt before the throne. “Great Chief, I have brought a prize from the wilderness.” He tugged on her leash, and Hope was pulled to the ground. She struggled to right herself so that she too was kneeling.
The Chief said nothing, merely brought an apple to his lips. He was such a large mutant that he devoured the whole thing in only four bites, seeds and all. When he spoke, his voice so deep and gravelly she could swear she felt the ground shake below her.
“Bring her to me.”
Justin stood and jerked her up once more. He pulled her up the stairs to the platform, even though her legs began to shake in fear. He handed her leash to the Chief.
“Is this of your own will?” He asked her pointedly. She looked to Justin, then back to the Chief. She nodded once.
Justin piped up from the side. “She has words, my Chief. If she speaks them.”
The Chief nodded again. He slowly wrapped her rope around his fist, drawing her closer and closer to him. Finally, she stood, barely clothed, between his legs. His hand, even larger than any of the others, slowly reached out to touch her rounded breasts. He cupped them and let his thumb trail over her nipples. Though her breasts were ample, inside his hands they looked positively tiny.
“You would trade your body for safety and security. It is brave.”
She wasn't sure how to respond to that, so she merely nodded. The chief lifted her arms over her head and began to inspect her body, his rough, large fingertips turning her around, caressing her. His fingers went over everything, trailing from her breasts, to her waist, her hips and thighs. He picked her up easily, lifting her skirt and looking down below, his thick fingers probing her innermost parts.
“She's too small,” he proclaimed.
Justin took a step forward. “Chief, if I may..?”
The chief nodded once.
“She is quite elastic, Sir. She is capable of taking our kind.”
Anger flashed across the Chief's face, and his whole attention turned towards Justin. He rose to his feet, dropping her to the ground in an heap. It was only then she realized how truly enormous this creature was.
“You dare touch what is rightfully mine?” His commanding voice echoed through the village. All of the others flinched in fear. She could see why he was in charge.
“I...” Justin stammered, searching for words. “I merely thought to test her, to see if she was worth of your attentions. I am so much smaller than you, Chief, I have not damaged her.”
A mere nod from the Chief, and two guards rushed forward, gripping Justin on either side. They held him fast, despite all his struggles.
“Take him away,” The Chief said simply. Justin was drug away, fighting and shouting the whole time.
When finally he was gone, the Chief looked down at Hope. He still held her leash, bound tightly in his clinched fist. He pulled her forward, so that she knelt now, directly in front of his crotch. He stood, huge and intimidating, his hot glare directed at her.
“I will keep your bargain, slave. But I am your master now, not Justin. Is that understood?”
She nodded again, worried about Justin, but far more concerned with the monster in front of her. With one quick movement, he undid his pants, freeing himself.
“He had no right to enjoy your fruits before me. But I am far more man, you will forget him easily.”
He was not wrong. His dick was as big as her forearm, the head as thick as her fist. She gazed upon it for a long moment, then turned behind her. All of the rest of the village men were watching, their hungry eyes feasting upon her form.
The Chief jerked her arms upward again, pulling her attention to him. That huge dick, it was so big, too big. Perhaps the Chief was right, she was too small. He slapped that massive prick against her cheek then, leaving a trail of his precum.
He sensed her hesitation. “You belong to me. You will learn to take it.”
He began to rub his dick all along her lips, seemingly unconcerned at the scores of mutants watching. One hand held her arms suspended, while the other guided that supernaturally large dick along her mouth, leaving a trail of precum in its wake. She closed her eyes, but she could still taste what he was doing, his huge, foul, mutated cock right in front of her eyes.
His hand gripped the back of her neck savagely. He was going to force his way in! She tried to jerk away, she wasn't ready, but he had full control. That head, so large, bigger than her fist, it was still pushing inside. She felt her jaw stretching to it's limits, pulled as far apart as it could go. She knew he had to feel her teeth, there was no way she could keep them hidden. He didn't seem to care. Her whole mouth was overtaken but just the head of his dick.
He laughed cruelly. “That's right, slave. You'll learn to take it. You'll learn to suck it. You are mine.”
He began to pump himself in and out of her, as much as it was possible. She could tell he meant to deep throat her, but it was physically impossible. His head was inside, and only another inch or two would go in. Still, he would not let that stop him.
Though so little of him could fit inside her, she still could feel herself growing wet below. She couldn't believe that she was able to take him, despite how large he was, despite how little would fit inside. She saw him began to stroke himself, the part that was still outside.
And yet he grew even larger, deep inside of her mouth. The blood kept pumping to his insane member, filling her up, even in her cheeks. His slow, methodical thrusting into her face was becoming even more difficult. Finally, he pulled himself out, laying that huge, slippery rod against her face.
“Mmm, you will need more practice, my slave. Come, I want a taste of that cunt.”
She bristled at that word, but could say nothing to him. He settled back into his throne, his massive erection throbbing before him, standing straight up on it's own. He pulled her closer to him by the leash. She made the move to straddle him, and he shook his head.
“Face your public. Give them a show.”
She could feel herself growing even redder, as she'd nearly forgotten the scores of hungry mutants, all below, all watching the proceedings. Now, not only did she have to figure out a way to get this inside of her, she would also be watched by so many of these strange creatures.
While their eyes feasted, the Chief pulled her slim dress up, slowly revealing her body to them. She saw every eye leering as her nether regions came into view.
“Touch yourself.” The chief commanded, loosening his grip upon he bound hands, just a bit.
Though she was embarrassed, she did as he asked. She let her fingers dance across her clit, exciting her body in the way that only she knew how to. He
pulled her backwards, so that her tight canal was positioned over his massive dick. He began to rub it too along the entrance, leaving more of his pre-juices to help in lubrication.
Her body, her touch, it was growing too intense. She didn't know why, but the thought of all these monsters watching her, imagining what was happening to her, imagining that they were doing it to her, it was too much. She felt her orgasm building, her body growing more and more hot from her predicament.
The chief watched her carefully. She could feel her own excitement pouring in juices from her tight canal. When she was so close, so very close to her own orgasm, The Chief did two things at once. He jerked her hands away from her clit, and forced her body down onto his own, massive cock.
She screamed, her orgasm denied her, the pain of the otherworldly dick spreading her open shooting through her body. She had thought the men before were large, but this? He pushed against the walls of her canal, which tore open, betraying her.
He laughed cruelly in her ear. “You can take it. He was right.”
He slowly began to rock her back and forth on his massive prick. Her body clinched and released, urging him in deeper and deeper, even though she knew that it was wrong, so wrong. He was too big, she was going to ruin her body for any other man. She'd be forced from then forward, if she ever wanted to fuck, it would have to be with him. No other dick would ever compare.
The other men were astonished, watching this tremendous dick as it forced itself inside her tiny hole. She could swear her legs were actually being forced further apart, her bones must be moving, to accommodate him. Still he pushed, unceasingly. He simply would rock back and forth, and her traitorous body would moisten and let more of him in, further and further.
Finally, she felt the end. His bulbous, hairless balls were pressed against her clit. She could barely breathe, she was so scared, he was so deep.
His deep voice sounded in her ear. “Look at your stomach.”
She did, and nearly screamed. He was so large she could see the entire outline of his huge dick through her abdomen. She began to shake it fear.
“Mmm, yes,” he murmured, “I like it best when you are afraid.”
But fear and excitement were so close inside her mind. She felt herself continue the rocking motion that he had been up doing, the one that had gotten him so deep inside of her. She was using it to stimulate her clit against those tremendous balls. Soft gasps escaped her lips, while a low moan escaped his.
She felt her body quivering on top of him, and knew once again that she was close to exploding. If only she could get there, she knew that he'd have even more lubrication, and she'd be less afraid of this monstrous dick that she could see, still, inside her body. And she grew closer, her orgasm nearing, but the Chief noticed.
“No, no, no, my slave. You shall not have your pleasure before mine.”
He lay a hand on either side of her waist, and lifted her off of his dick, all the way, more than a foot into the air. Only his bulbous head was inside. Then he thrust her back down, slamming her into him from above, while raising his hips into the air to meet her. She screamed at the sheer savagery of it. But it was only the first thrust.
He was so powerful, far more than she. Faster too. He began a rhythm that was more intense than any human male she'd ever had, even when he was near to his explosions. And this was only his normal fucking, she could tell. He was dragging it out, showing all of the men below how powerful and virile he was.
And all were watching. She watched one man gulp, his hand slowly trailing down between his legs. Others watched, their arms crossed, no doubt told by their Capitan they were not allowed to masturbate to this show. She could see them growing large, straining against their pants. All eyes were on her, and what the Chief was doing to her.
He grabbed her underneath the knees, stretching her body even further, as if he didn't already have trouble shoving himself inside. He liked watching her struggle, he liked denying her release. This was what he wanted, to show her and all his subjects how powerful he was.
The rhythm became even more intense, and he grew even harder. She couldn't believe how deep he was, how he was tearing her apart. Still, he drove inside, splitting her in two, ruining her for any other. Her body wanted it so badly, wanted to be touched, only a bit more, so that she too could fall off the other side, escape into orgasm.
Suddenly he lost his rhythm. His last few thrusts were brutal, fierce, savage. Finally, she felt his explosion, deep inside her womb, unprotected against his mutated seed. She could swear she saw the outline of his explosions, as he painted the inside of her body with his juices.
Finally, satiated, she felt him lean back against the throne. He was still buried inside of her when he gestured to two of his guards to come forward. They each grabbed one of her elbows and slowly pulled her off of him. A third tossed him a cloth so that he might clean himself off, and tuck himself back in.
“Tie her to the post in the middle of the square, men. Tonight, we feast! Tonight, we fuck! And, if our gods will it, this one will quicken with our seed!”
No Hope
Rough Trade #3
by
Claudia Balvenie
Copyright 2015.
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CHAPTER 1
Hope had descended into darkness.
Three years of her life she'd spent, alone, lost, but surviving. Civilization collapsed before her birth, but until the last three years, she'd been able to find other humans to band together with.
After her last community was destroyed, taken over by the mutated creatures that now ruled the planet, Hope worried she'd never see another human. Yes, she knew the mutants were once homo sapiens, just as she was, but now they were monstrously different. They grew taller, wider, and far more muscular. All their hair fell out, and their skin turned sickening colors of green, brown, blue or purple. They were savages that simply took whatever they desired.
And they desired women.
Hope realized too late that she had never seen a mutated woman. There were only men who banded together, scouring the countryside. She'd spent her entire life running and hiding from them, but never thought to question why they acted as they did.
Now she knew. The mutation simply wouldn't take with females. Her kind had grown more and more scarce as the mutagens spread across the land. And the mutated creatures, sentient though violent, had to develop new approaches in order to spread their seed.
Hope's mistake was believing that no one else was after the deer she'd been hunting. The buck was fat and unmutated. He would have kept her from being hungry for weeks. It was too tempting, and so she shot.
When she found the deer, she also found a mutant.
He was far larger, stronger, and faster than she. She knew there was no way she could force him to give her the meat, no matter how many arrows she could shoot in him. They simply were too hard to kill.
But Justin, as he called himself, did not try to threaten her. Instead, he offered up a solution to the problem. He offered to bring her back to his village, and let her become one of his tribe. She would have safety and provisions. She would have as luxurious of a life as this dying civilization could afford her. She could even leave at any moment, and his people would give her any provisions she needed to strike out on her own again.
But this safety had a price.
CHAPTER 2
Hope was tied to a post in the middle of the village.
She blinked her eyes to clear the campfire's smoke from them. She could see most of the clan grouping together at long tables while food was brought out to share. The deer she'd brought down had been skinned and butchered, and was being turned over the cook fire.
It was a strange village, built partly out of abandoned buildings from before the fall, with a ten foot ti
n wall enclosing the gaps. There were guards posted strategically at key points, pacing the roofs and cradling their rifles. She could see them occasionally leer down at her or the festivities. She did hope that nothing attacked this night, as they were all clearly distracted by her presence.
Once more she struggled against her bonds. These men knew how to tie knots. Her wrists had been bound together since she was led to the camp, the long rope leash that had been used to control her was now securely wrapped around the top of the post, keeping her arms tight above her head. Another mutant had wound rope around her waist, binding her nude body to the rough wood. Her feet too were bound to the wood at the ankles. Another rope crossed at her neck, like a collar that held her body fast. Finally, a gag had been tied around her mouth.
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