Devolve Bundle: (Post Apocalyptic BDSM, Rough Alpha Male, MMF)

by Claudia Balvenie

  She tried to extract herself, and he stirred. He pulled her even more tightly into his nude body, and she could feel him grow against her rear. She tried again to get up, she knew it was time to get dressed, to get breakfast, to see whom and what she'd have to do that day. His arm was steel against her flesh.

  “Let me up, I need to...” His hand that had been under her neck quickly clamped down over her mouth. She felt the heat in her body begin to rise. They both knew she would not stop the deal over this.

  He had grown harder from behind, and he adjusted his hips so that he could slowly push himself between her legs. She felt a mew of protest escape her gagged mouth, but it only egged him on more. Slowly he worked himself between her thighs, on the outside of her canal, his head teasing her clit.

  She'd never been one for morning sex, having always been too dehydrated to enjoy it. But this whole ordeal was about surrendering herself to the will of her masters. If it was what he wanted, she would not stop it.

  And so he kept up his slow rocking, his dick hard between her inner lips, her body responding exactly as he expected. She grew moist below, her body crying out to be taken by his massive prick once more.

  He kept checking to see if she were ready, by rocking his hips at the entrance to her pussy. When finally he judged her wet enough to take him, he shoved the head of his dick inside.

  She cried out then, but it was still muffled by the hand on her mouth. His tight grip around her waist slowly moved up to her bare breast, as he began to tease at her nipple. His arm was still tightly keeping her down. She tried to stand and get away, as she knew that he, like all the other men, were only a step above force. They preferred her to fight back, and it excited her to do so. She was held fast.

  He kept working his massive dick inside of her, slowly opening her up to take his monster size. The fact that she was laying sideways, her legs pressed firmly together, would only make it tighter for him. He pushed one leg over hers, keeping her even more tightly in place.

  Finally, when she could take no more, she realized that she felt his thick, hairy balls pressing against her. Though it was not easy, she had swallowed his whole dick, deep inside her hairless slit.

  “Scream if you like. No one can hear you.” He whispered cruelly into her ear. He slowly began to rock himself in and out of her body.

  She did moan as he worked himself in her. He was so big and filled her to the brim. She loved how he used her only for his own pleasure. She could feel herself dripping, knowing that she was doing exactly what he wanted, and exactly how he wanted.

  Suddenly, without removing himself from her, he jerked them both so that she was laying face down on the bed, and he was on top of her. He moved his legs so that he straddled her, keeping her own tightly pinned beneath him. His whole weight was on hers, and it took her breath away.

  “That's right...” he whispered, directly in her ear. “The things I'm going to do to that pussy...”

  And so he began. His thrusts were quick and shallow at first, once more trying to widen her for his movement. They increased in speed and intensity, his breath coming in sharp, pleasured gasps above her ear.

  Underneath him, she felt herself being nearly torn in two from the massiveness of his dick, and struggled simply to draw in air with his heavy weight on her chest. Still, being completely helpless to his desires was exactly what she wanted. He needed no extra lubrication.

  He began to lose his rhythm, and she knew that he was close. She felt her body tightening in excitement, biology urging him to loose his seed. And so he did, his body spasming over hers, and his massive prick exploding deep inside her unprotected womb. He cried out in primal pleasure and thrust inside several more times, no doubt making sure he had coated her insides with his juices.

  Once he'd stood and began to towel himself off, she had a few moments to catch her breath. The aura of command fell back over him, as if they had not just been fucking a few moments earlier.

  “Alright, Mara, get cleaned up, get dressed, and head down to the mess hall. Breakfast is served in half an hour.”

  CHAPTER 3

  She cleaned and dressed herself as quickly as she could, wishing she could spend some time soaking in the bathtub. She knew that soon enough, it would be the main source of relief against what the men of the crew would do to her. Still, she was happy enough for hot water.

  No one had explained to her where the mess actually was, so though she was ready quickly enough, she wasn't entirely sure how to get where she was supposed to be. Finally, she tracked it down by simply listening for the commotion that came from it.

  All of the sounds went silent when she entered the room. So many men, at least twenty of them, and all of the eyes were suddenly on her. She felt heat touch her cheeks. Every one of these men either had or soon would know her intimately. She instinctively pulled her jacket closer to her body, and lowered her eyes submissively. She turned to walk towards where the food was being handed out.

  It wasn't much different from a cafeteria. The men behind the plastic dished out scrambled eggs, bacon, and oatmeal to her. She kept a hold of her tray, and grabbed a glass of orange juice. Then, much like in high school, she had to decide where to sit.

  Through the whole ordeal, all eyes had still been on her. She knew that where she chose to sit would be extremely important. Did she show favoritism to one man or another, by sitting near him? Would sitting by herself be considered cowardliness, or merely make her aloof? Ah, she had no idea. Instead, she took the easiest choice, and literally sat down in the closest chair. She was between two burly fellows, with three more across.

  She looked down to her food, then shyly back up. She grabbed a fork and took a bite of the eggs.

  “No.” The man in front of her batted her fork away.

  She blinked up in surprise. “We have a deal, I am entitled to room and board.”

  “Maybe, but you ain't done shit for me, girl.”

  She felt the rage in his eyes, as he stared her down. She stated meekly, “Your turn is coming, but I have to keep my strength up so I can take on all of you.”

  “Not like the rest of us civilized people. You haven't proven yourself yet.” He nodded to the men to either side of her. One quickly grabbed her arms and jerked them behind her back, while the other produced a dog collar. He quickly fastened it around her neck.

  The one holding her tray nodded approvingly. “Until you are a real member of the crew? You can just be a pet.”

  Her eyes flashed indignantly as he walked to the other side of the table. He set her tray down on the floor. Then he reached forward and clipped a leash onto the collar.

  “Until then, you're just an animal. A mascot. A bitch in heat.” He laughed cruelly, and all of the other men joined him in laughter. They began to shout out ideas of how she could earn her way onto the crew. The ringleader held out his hand for quiet.

  “Now now, let's show her how we treat our pets?” He wrapped the leash around his fist several times, pulling her closer. When he spoke, she could taste the rage on his breath. “On your knees, bitch.”

  She glanced around, all of the other men shouting at the show. She hesitated. She knew she could stop all of this, she could never see these men again. Was she ready for the humiliation that they were going to show to her now?

  She slid to her knees, embarrassed, and excited just the same. She was the center of attention, all of the men wanted her. Yes, she would have to do some disturbing things, that she knew. She waited for him to release himself from his pants.

  Instead he loosened the leash and stepped to the side, her food tray in front of her. She looked up questioningly.

  “Eat.” He commanded.

  She reached forward and picked up a piece of bacon with her hands, bringing it to her mouth.

  “Wrong.” He kicked out the arm that had been supporting her while she was on all fours, and she fell to the side. “Mouth only, like the bitch you are.”

  She hesitated again, her body
flushed in embarrassment. She leaned down slowly, trying to figure out how to maneuver it.

  Suddenly his huge, booted foot was on her head, shoving her down into the eggs. They splattered all over the floor and all over her face. The men roared in laughter. She could see that it was going to be difficult, all of them together, urging one another into worse and worse humiliation. She reached forward, pulling the egg bits from her face. He pressed his boot into her back that time, instead, keeping her down. In his hand he kept her leash, tight.

  “That's right bitch. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.” So she kept eating the eggs, trying her best in the uncomfortable situation, while he kept her body pressed down with his heavy boot. Finally, when she had licked the plate clean of eggs, she looked up to him again to see if it met with his approval.

  “The ones you splattered too.”

  She took a deep breath. She did not know how often these floors were cleaned, but she knew it was necessary for him to maintain his dominance. She did as he asked, grimacing the whole while. She heard another set of footsteps approach, though he kept his boot on her back. She felt a pair of hands slowly pull up her skirt and begin to caress her rear.

  “Wait, I'm eating,” she began, and then felt a hand slam down on her rear as a warning.

  “You are always working, you little cunt. Be thankful I allow you this meal.”

  “I can leave at any time I want!” She cried, somewhat afraid that they had reneged on her deal.

  “Sure you can. But you won't.” She felt the man behind her slowly pull her panties down to her knees and slip his finger between her hairless slit.

  She leaned back down to start eating the oatmeal, and she felt him grind his boot into her back. “That's right, you're learning. I knew you could be taught.” The thick digit began to prod inside her hole, as if to see she was truly enjoying herself. Indeed, she knew his finger was covered in her juices. She felt some adjustment behind her, then the sting of a fat cock flopping heavily onto her rear end.

  She tried to ignore it and keep eating her oatmeal. It was still difficult to do with any sense of decorum, especially knowing what was going on behind her. She had no idea who it was, who was about to mount her. The thought made her body clinch in excitement. She wanted to turn and see the dick that would soon be plunged inside, but the boot kept her forced down. She silently and quickly tried to eat her food.

  She felt her nether lips being pulled apart. Clearly he was inspecting her, seeing what was inside. His fingertip kept worrying at her clit, though it was not necessary. Her body was responding to the rough treatment.

  She felt him guide that fat head into her pink lips. She felt them suck and contract, perfectly wrapping around his fat cock, guiding it in, begging for it. Her body clearly wanted more, and her mind was quickly joining the party.

  He slammed into her all at once, shoving her back into her oatmeal. She cried out in surprise as it splattered all over her face, once more causing the laughter from the men who watched. The ringleader jerked on her leash to pull her face forward, showing the mess she'd made.

  He kept the leash tight as the one behind her began to pump. She knew it had been months that these men had been alone on the rig, and no doubt just as long since they'd had a woman. Even if the world had not collapsed, he would have been just as eager. He cared nothing for her pleasure, he simply kept pumping himself in and out, smashing his overfull balls against her clit.

  Another man suddenly appeared in front of her, kneeling over her food. He slowly began to unzip his pants, his hand burying itself in her hair. She felt a slight slackening of the leash, as the ringleader let the man in front had his way.

  He pulled out his dick, another huge creature. This one was uncut, but just as red and angry as any other she'd seen during her time on the rig. He began rubbing himself over her lips, urging her to open her mouth.

  “Come on now, bitch. I thought you were hungry?” Came the reply from above. He jerked on the leash once more to let her know he was in charge.

  And so she did open her mouth, just a bit. It was all he needed. He smashed that fat dick into her throat as far as it would go.

  Behind her, the man pumped furiously. She could tell he was trying desperately not to explode inside, and that he wanted to keep going for as long as possible. Still, his balls were so full she could feel them slamming into her clit over and over. He did not have long to go.

  When he came, it was explosive. She could feel his juices sputtering deep inside, coating her womb, releasing over and over. She could literally feel his balls shrinking against her as he emptied himself inside. He cried out in intense pleasure, exciting the man who was buried in her mouth. He too began to release, but pulled out. His semen splattered over her face and down into her oatmeal.

  This caused more laughter from those watching. She felt the leash tighten again.

  “Well, finish your breakfast, girl.”

  She looked down, she could see the semen floating on top of the food and suppressed the gag in her throat. Was it really any different than swallowing it before eating? She took a deep breath and leaned down, making sure to eat his foul spunk first, then going back to eating the oatmeal.

  While she finished, another man started up behind her, quickly thrusting in and out of her ill used pussy. The ringleader kept grinding the heel into her back, simply to show her who she belonged to. As if she didn't know? When that too had been licked clean, she simply held herself up, letting the one behind her use her body for his own devices.

  When he too had blown his thick load deep inside of her, no one moved to join. She felt the tug at the leash and her eyes raised to see the ringleader.

  “Lot more work for you to do, bitch. But let's get you in a better position, hmm?” With that, he began to walk to one of the benches connected to the table. All of the other men rushed to clear it of the food, but the ringleader simply leaned back, his back against the table, his rear on the bench.

  “Unzip me.” He commanded. She did as he asked, slowly unbuttoning and unzipping him. At his command, she pulled his strong, thick cock from his pants. It glistened, engorged and purple, and ready to break her in two.

  “Mount me.” He said simply. She slowly put her legs on either side of his body, facing him, guiding his head to her pussy.

  “No, the other way.” He said, when she'd almost put him inside. She did not question him. She knew what would happen if she did. She stood and turned, facing away from him. She guided his head once more to her lips.

  “I said, the other way!” He growled, and grabbed her by the hips. Before she could stop him or even slow the approach, he had buried his entire, monster cock deep in her ass.

  She shrieked in pain and surprise. Her body wasn't oiled up for that, and it hadn't been widened enough to take such a massive tool. She could like anal, she had before, but it was something that require preparation. Not simply something that could be forced.

  But forced he had, and now he was inside. He slowly began to rock his hips in her, widening her enough so that he could begin to thrust.

  “That's right, you worthless cunt. This is all you are good for. And you know it.” He slowly began to unbutton her shirt. She could feel every eye on them, and she turned her face, closing her eyes.

  “Don't hide from it. Embrace it. You know how badly you want us to use you. You just want to be taken, to be fucked. You want to submit to every,” he pulled himself out, and thrust back into her ass to punctuate each word, “depraved desire.”

  He then lay a hand on either side of her hips and began to pump in and out of her tight asshole in earnest. “And we will give it to you...”

  Her eyes were closed so tightly that she didn't see the man who'd come in front of them both. Suddenly, he was just in front of her, straddling both of them, a leg on either side of the bench. His filthy cock was pushing insistently at her mouth.

  She tried to turn her head, to look away, while she was being taken in the
rear and the other man was shoving himself into her mouth. He simply turned her head towards him, shoving himself in. Her mouth was full of his thick meat.

  That was when a third man moved between her legs and began to shove himself straight into her pussy.

  She couldn't believe it, she was taking three cocks at once. The two inside her began to shove, using a shared rhythm. The one at her mouth was doing his own thing, brutally fucking her face. The ringleader, buried deep in her ass, kept whispering in her ear.

  “That's right, you know how much you want it. How much you love it.” She knew he was telling the truth. His dick was pounding at the same time as the one above, though he seemed to have far more stamina. The one at her mouth finished quickly, shoving himself as deep as he could down her throat and shooting streams of his hot juices down her esophagus. He was quickly replaced by another, who just as cruelly shoved himself down into her throat.