“And lose the protective seal? We could be surrounded by fallout right now...”
“It might not be enough to screw us. But if she stays here, everything gets cut into thirds, not halves.”
The other one was silent for a long moment. I wished I could see so desperately.
“She didn't earn this. We did. We know how to run it. She brings nothing to the table.”
A rough chuckle. “Oh, she brings something to the table.”
My vision of course chose that moment to filter back into focus. Both men were staring down at me, strange looks upon both of their faces. I wondered what, exactly, they thought I brought to the table.
I coughed. Both seemed to realize I was aware, and both offered me their hands. I took them and rose shakily to my feet.
I took a long look over both of the men. Adam had pulled his black cap free, and was nervously running his hands through his long, dark hair. Seth, Adam's equal in musculature, was rubbing the bridge of his nose. His own dark hair was covered in dust and debris.
I shook my own head and flecks of drywall fell from it, dirtying my short skirt. “What just happened?”
“Nuke, I'd imagine.” Seth replied.
I had to let those works sink in. I kept holding on to both of the twin's hands, tightly.
“Are we safe?” I finally asked.
The twins shot each other a look. Finally Seth gave me a single nod. “We are in a much better position than most of the folks out there.”
I turned in a slow circle, looking around. It was a complete 180 from the upstairs. This place was immaculate and organized. The stone walls looked ancient. There were boxes and boxes lining some walls, other walls lined with books. Obviously, this is where the men had spent most of their effort, not upstairs. I turned back to Seth.
“So you two are preppers?”
Adam shrugged slightly. “More like we prefer to live off the grid. Saving up for a rainy day is part of it.”
“What is this place?”
“This is a fallout shelter that was built back in the second world war. It's sturdy as Hell. It was meant to survive a nuclear holocaust.” His face grew grim. “Guess we'll find out.”
A nuclear holocaust. These men really thought that it had happened? It seemed to unbelievable, too farfetched. Our nation had always been safe before, despite a few small acts of terrorism. But all out war? It was a doomsday scenario that I had believed no one would stoop to.
Of course, there were people who just wanted to watch the world burn.
In an instant I realized that my life had changed. The world had changed. And I was going to have to make some sacrifices in order to survive.
I couldn't believe my luck. I just happened to have crashed right next to a place that was prepared for a nuclear attack. There was food here, stacks and stacks. There was another tunnel. This could go on for who knows how far. I would suspect this could keep the three of us alive for years to come.
But that's the rub, wasn't it? They weren't expecting to share it with me. They had prepared for the two of them, but not for a third. I might end up being incredibly unlucky if they decided this crisis was going to go on for a really long time. They might kick my ass out right now if I didn't say or do the right thing.
I'm a pragmatic woman. It's what allowed me to manage my people, despite the fact that the job was hopeless. I'm willing to do whatever it takes to get what I want. And if what we feared was happening, then I was going to need these men. I was going to need what they had.
Whatever they asked for, I would do it.
I folded my arms behind my back and began to pace back and forth, bringing all my board room presence into play. Twin sets of eyes were upon me, each watching my body uniquely. As the clapping of my heels against the cement floor became the only sound, I took a deep breath.
“Alright, gentlemen. I think it's time for negotiations.”
CHAPTER 4
The twins shared a look. Adam took a step forward, his hand in front of him as if to slow me down. “It's a bit early, Regina. We don't know what's happened out there. Don't you need to... mourn or something?”
I shook my head. “I would prefer to secure my own safety before I begin to concern myself with the rest of the world. Clearly, you two have something I want. Perhaps I have something that you want. Let's come to terms.”
A smirk played upon Seth's lips. “Fine. You know what you have that we don't. But if you really want a third of our supplies, then we're doing it on our terms.”
I shrugged. “Name them.”
Seth began to count them off on his fingers. “First, I ain't a damn kidnapper. You want out, you get out. Got it? Hell, we'll even give you some supplies to make it easier.” He glanced to Adam, who nodded.
“Second, your body ain't the only thing you can do. Don't think you can slack off just cause we're fucking you.” I nodded. That was reasonable.
“Third...” his eyes sought mine. I could see the hostility there and it made me pause. Despite his preoccupation, this man was clearly a true dominant. “Look, I can tell you are corporate from your hair down to your shoes. I will break you of it. Do you understand? By the time I am done with you, you will be a proper submissive woman, here only to please me.”
A cough sounded from his side.
“To please us.” Seth amended.
I was taken aback. Yes, I was a domineering woman. Yes, I'd been in charge of every relationship I'd ever been in. Submission really wasn't in my vocabulary.
A mischievous grin spread across my face. This man or his twin, it didn't matter. I wouldn't be broken. But trying? Well, Hell, that almost sounded fun.
I turned to Adam. “What about you, Boy Scout? Got any special requests for this bargain?”
Seth barked out a laugh. “Boy Scout? That man is more fucked up than I could dream of. He's just better at hiding it.”
Adam smirked. All the traces of the good old boy persona were bleeding away. He shrugged.
“I expect to be a full partner in this. Meaning you two don't hog food, books, whatever. I'm working for my third, I expect to receive it. Agreed?”
Both men nodded easily.
“And we will have a safety word.”
Adam nodded. Seth chuckled. “Obviously. 'Bananas' should work.”
I took a deep breath. Is this really what I wanted to do? The twins would try to break me and force me to submit. They were going to use my body as an object for their dark, twisted fetishes. I could just leave, see what was really going on outside. But there was this fucked up part of my mind that wanted to see what would happen. If there were men out there really powerful enough to make me their slaves. If that existed... well of course I wanted to know.
I held out my hand to Seth.
“Alright, lets do this.”
CHAPTER 5
Seth took my hand in his own large, hairy palm. His handshake was firm and tight. He didn't let me go.
Suddenly Adam was behind me, grabbing both upper arms, yanking them back. Seth released my hand, a cruel smile spreading over his face. I found myself immediately struggling against Adam. It was just in my nature.
“Hey, let me go, you dick!” I growled.
Instead of letting go, Adam pulled me close against his large chest. He lay his face upon my shoulder, taking a deep whiff of my hair. It was creepy and possessive, yet it triggered some primal part of my body. He whispered, his lips right next to my ear. “If you want out, say your safe word. Else, I'm going to do whatever I please to you.”
I felt my mouth work as if to form the word. But it did not leave my lips. I still struggled though. I wanted to fight them. I wanted to feel how cruel they could be.
I hadn't realized Seth had left until he returned. He moved behind me to stand next to his brother. He slipped something plastic and strong around one wrist, binding it to the opposite elbow. He pulled the zip tie tight, then did the same thing on the other side.
“You two don't have to bind
me. I said I'd do whatever you wanted.”
Seth chuckled and stepped in front of me. He grabbed my jaw in his large hand shaking it roughly. It got my attention. “I am doing whatever I want.”
“She thinks we have no imagination, Seth.”
He grinned cruelly at me, then used his other thick palm to run down my hair. He was petting me. “She'll learn.”
I didn't like his attitude. Tied up or not, I wasn't helpless. I was never helpless. I lowered my head and rammed it forward, right into his chest.
Adam, still holding me from behind, cracked up. Seth had taken a couple of steps back, his hand flying to his chest. When finally he was alright, he raised his head. His thick hair had fallen across his face. I could see, then, that this was a dangerous man.
He popped me across the face. The shock took my own breath away. It took me a moment to realize it didn't hurt, and he'd done it for my attention. But no one had ever hit me in the face. I knew the fury was in my eyes.
“Say the word, bitch. Say it.” He taunted me, stepping back slightly. His brother had pulled me tightly against his chest. I could feel him growing hard, pressing against my back.
Maybe I should have said the safe word then. But it felt like giving up. That wasn't me. I wanted this. As much as it angered me, it excited me. I wanted to see what these savages were capable of. So I stared at him, my mouth pressed tightly shut. I would not give him what he wanted.
I think even he was checking then, making sure I was really capable of doing this before he went further. I sensed that even if I'd cried out the safe word, he would not have kicked me out. I knew that we'd just find another way to pass the time. It was a comforting thought. It made doing this less intimidating.
Seth nodded to his brother. He grabbed me around the waist, easily lifting me into the air. Seth began to grab for my ankles. He got one, but I wasn't going to make it easy. I kicked out as he tried to grab me. He was having to dive and duck each of my blows.
One hit him square in the jaw. My expensive heels were also quite sturdy, and I could tell it had hurt him. It only seemed to spur him on. He caught that ankle then, pinning the two of them together. He wrapped them together in a strange velcro cuff that had rings built into either side.
Thus secured, the two of them began to carry me off further into the bunker. I realized we had barely scratched the surface of how big this place was. No wonder they'd wanted the property. No wonder they hadn't done any work upstairs. Maintaining something like this was its own job.
We finally reached the room they were seeking. It was a large shower room, something like what you'd see in high school. Shower heads were mounted all over. I was dumped in the middle of the room rather unceremoniously.
I rolled my eyes. “This is the best you two have? Gonna fuck me in the shower? Come on boys, I thought better of you...”
Seth glared at me, but Adam was busy doing something else. Oh yes, Seth was the one I could rile up. Dominate me, boys? I don't think so.
Adam was unhooking a rope from one side of the wall. My eyes followed it to the pulley that it was attached to, hanging from the ceiling. Once he'd made certain it was secure and on track, Adam moved towards me. He clipped the rope to the binding at my feet. Seth had taken the other end of the rope and was tugging on it.
“Wait! It won't hold me!” I cried out, as my body was pulled along the floor.
“It's held a three hundred pound wild hog. I think you'll be fine.” Adam chuckled.
My feet began to rise off the ground. I couldn't stop it, short of saying the word. Another tug of the rope, and my rear too was in the air.
“You two are a little too prepared for this,” I remarked, not willing to let them know how excited this was actually making me.
Another tug, and my whole body was lifted from the ground. My head was still inches from the cement floor. I could see the drain directly below me.
Yet the boys kept lifting. I was pulled further and further upwards. My hair obscured my vision, as the up-do came loose and gravity worked its magic. My unbound curls brushed the floor. My skirt was bunching up, showing more of my thighs to them.
I heard the two of them wrapping the rope around and tying it. Then they both moved over to me. I realized why they had chosen this height. My eyes were precisely at crotch level.
Adam pushed my body, and I swung like a pendulum. His laughter was dark and cruel, and his brother joined in. “Ready to stop all that fighting, my dear?”
Seth knelt next to me, his eyes level with mine. “Admit when you are helpless.”
“You may have me tied up, but you haven't broken me boys. Try harder.”
Adam chuckled from behind me. “I like her. She's feisty.”
Seth narrowed his eyes. He unsheathed a long knife from his belt, holding it before me, threateningly. He lay it against my cheek, his eyes never leaving mine. Then further he trailed, touching my neck. He was daring me to utter the word. I knew it. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction.
Upwards he moved, sliding that sharp, long knife under my shirt. The cold metal sent shivers down my spine. When he finally had slipped under my bra, He yanked outward, splitting shirt and bra in one quick thrust. The buttons of my shirt flew off in all directions. My heavy breasts spilled forward, upside down, unencumbered by the lingerie. He used both hands to rip what was left of my shirt open, pushing it to the side.
“You will pay for that.” I said matter-of-fatly. Seth had already sheathed the knife and had fallen upon my breasts. He pushed them together, mounding them, learning them. His eager mouth fell upon one of my nipples.
Behind me, his brother had pulled my skirt down the rest of the way, leaving it in a bunch at my waist. His large fingers were already forcing themselves between my legs, into that tight slit, above my underwear.
“She wants it, bad...” Adam said, his fingers trailing through the moisture that had dampened my panties.
“She has on too many clothes,” Seth said, rising from sucking on my nipples, furiously.
Once again he yanked his knife free and began to divest me of my suit. Seth had slit my jacket and shirt from the back, leaving the tatters to hang from my bound arms. Adam cut that, too away, as well as my skirt. He tossed the skirt to the side, leaving me in only my heels, hose, and panties. He made a thin slit in my hose, opening it enough that he could grab the panties underneath, and slice them away.
I was nude to their gazes then, dangling upside down before them both. Adam wasn't wrong. I did want it, bad. But the game, well, it was too much fun. Adam shoved that thick digit between my legs again, slowly stimulating me. I closed my eyes, enjoying it, but Seth slapped my heavy breast, grabbing my attention.
“Beg me for it.” He commanded.
I lifted my head slightly, raising an eyebrow. I had no intention of begging him.
“For what?” I asked, flaring my nostrils.
He pulled on his belt, yanking it out of the buckle. He pulled it free of all of the loops, handing it to his brother. He unbuttoned his pants, and slowly unzipped them. Then he pulled his underwear down, bringing a monstrosity into view.
My eyes widened and a gasp escaped my lips. It really wasn't the impression I'd wanted to convey, but I couldn't help myself. The cock in front of me was the biggest I'd ever seen in person. I was pretty sure it was larger than anything I'd seen in porn either. I thought twins were supposed to be smaller? It stood in front of me, trembling with need and engorged to a near purple color.
I licked my lips, but I did not beg. No, he would be begging me to take him before this was all over. He let his hand run up and down the length. I couldn't take my eyes away. A small drip of pre-cum was forming at the very tip.
“Beg me for it...” He growled, his voice hoarse with need.
I still wouldn't do it, mostly because he wanted me to so desperately. I kept my lips sealed tightly. When he was sure I would speak no word, he nodded to his brother.
I heard him pop the belt once, and m
y eyes widened. Surely they wouldn't...
The belt slashed against the flesh of my rear end, driving a shriek from my lips. It was followed by an almost tender caress. Then again, he used the belt against my bare rear.
“Best ask for it, my dear...” Seth began, still stroking the length of his massive dick before my eyes. “Adam really likes causing pain. He can get off just by hurting you...”
I let that sink in. I tried to swallow, but it wasn't easy while being hung upside down. Would I really be submitting? I wasn't broken. I wasn't! Besides, I really did want to feel that monster inside my mouth. So, wasn't I just doing what I really wanted? I was rationalizing, I knew it. Still...
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