Twin Masters Bundle #1: Post Apocalyptic Rough BDSM

by Claudia Balvenie

  “You know when this bunker was built...” He began, strapping down my other ankle. I immediately fought back, I couldn't help it. I knew I was in trouble. “You know how they treated people with mental illness back then.”

  That explained the built in restraints. I felt my breath coming more quickly. Suddenly I was eager to see exactly what this punishment was going to entail. But when he yanked the stirrups apart, I was spread as far as I could go. He stared at my pussy as if he was going to pound it into submission.

  Seth stepped between my widely spread legs. He grabbed a scalpel and used it to slice away my panties, throwing them to the side. He began to slide his fingers down between my lips, caressing them. The tenderness in his touch was very different from the violence upon his face.

  “You don't break with pain. We both know this, despite how pleasurable it is to watch you writhe with it.” His fingers danced along my most intimate places. Already I felt myself growing heated, already I was damp with my own excitement.

  “So instead, you'll break with pleasure.” He dipped his fingers inside of me, exploring my canal. “Or rather, the denial of it.” He pulled his fingers free and I could see my juices, dripping over his fingertips.

  I opened my mouth to protest. Did he really think he could deny my orgasm? I mean, his fingers were moving again in tiny circles. He seemed to know exactly where to touch, what to do. I was helpless to his expert ministrations. It didn't take long until I was right there on the verge.

  He knew it. He pulled his hand away right then, instead savagely squeezing my nipple. I cried out, the pain pulling me from the edge of orgasm. He grinned. I understood.

  And so he began again, once more bringing me to the very edge. It felt so good, so very good. I thought for sure it wouldn't matter if he brought me pain. I would climax anyway. But just then as I felt my eyes close, the shuddering of a nearby release, instead he pinched upon my clit, hard.

  Again it brought a shriek from my lips, chasing away that orgasm. My eyes flew open in aggravation. But he didn't even let me breathe this time, instead pushing me once more to the brink. Why did I fall for it? Why did it feel so good?

  This time he shoved his thumb into my rear, parting it without lubrication. I cried out again, shaking my head back and forth with frustration. And once more he began the agony of denying me my pleasure. This time as I was just about to explode, he leaned forward, over my chair biting my breast hard enough to leave a mark. At the exact same time, he thrust himself forward shoving that massive dick straight inside of me.

  I was lucky I was well lubricated. With these brothers I had to be. Else I'd never be able to take their massive girth. But Seth wasn't up to any more foreplay. He was savaging forcing himself inside of my body, yanking me forward so that my hips were dangling off the chair. I was held up by his hands on my waist, brutally yanking me forward and the restraints that held me tight.

  Seth was a skilled multitasker. While he kept yanking me forward, he also kept his fingers dancing along my clit. It felt incredible, even with that hostile invader forcing itself inside my canal. And yet every time I grew close he found yet another way to distract me, to deny me.

  “She's ovulating, you know...” Came a voice from the door. Adam stood there watching what his twin was doing to my body.

  A terrible grin crossed Seth's face. His thrusts grew even harder, even deeper if it were possible. “Good.” He growled, tossing his head back. He erupted then, deep inside of my body, coating my very womb with wave after wave of his juicy seed.

  My canal tensed and relaxed, milking him, forcing him to give me every single drop. And for that moment, that one tense moment while he exploded, he forgot to deny me. His finger kept going, and I lost control. My world went white, I couldn't hear. A scream came from somewhere, and I think it was me. I begged Seth to fuck me more, to fuck me harder.

  But it was Adam who was above me as my vision cleared. It was Adam who'd shoved himself inside, pumping me furiously, violently, as my pleasure tore through my body. And it was his fingers that gripped my hips, hard enough to bruise, as he thrust over and over inside. It wasn't until he'd added his own seed to his brother's, deep inside, that I was able to finally catch my breath.

  “You're sure?” One of the twins said. I hadn't opened my eyes yet and I still couldn't distinguish their voices.

  “Yeah, I checked her this morning.”

  “Well, she's in the chair, best put her into position.”

  I finally opened my eyes as the world turned upside down. I found myself dangling at a strange angle, my rear in the air and my head spilling down below. Adam knelt in front of me, his face opposite mine.

  “Aren't you worried, if you get me pregnant, about who's baby it would be?” I asked him.

  He laughed then. “We're identical twins.”

  “So?”

  “It doesn't matter who knocks you up.” Seth said from the side. “But you do have to serve your punishment.”

  I felt a smirk touch my lips. “You haven't broken me, 'Masters'...” I let the emphasis fall on the final word.

  Adam laughed then. “Good. Tomorrow we'll try again.”

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  BREAKING HER DOWN:

  Diana had lived the perfect billionaire life, at least until the world collapsed. But she'd prepared for even that eventuality. She'd purchased a luxury condo inside an underground vault. Diana's life had continued on, though perhaps with a bit less of a tan.

  Until the Vault was attacked.

  Alone and afraid, it was not long until a survivor finally found her. He is rough and cruel, demanding things she would never have done. But he swears it's just to keep her alive...

  Breaking Her Down consists of three stories, His Project, Her Lesson, and Making Her Pay.

  Excerpt from His Project:

  “Crawl out,” he commanded. She did as he asked, awkwardly due to her hands being tied in front of her. When she was out, and kneeling, he tugged her to her feet.

  “The first thing is for you to understand your role in this. You are mine. You belong to me for me to do with whatever I choose.”

  He drew something from behind his back, and slowly fastened it around her neck. “What the Hell, a dog collar?” She asked indignantly.

  He laughed and clipped a leash onto it. “You will learn you are not special. You are nothing except to me, my pet.”

  CONTRACT:

  In the Contract series, Anna has been carefully making her way through the wasteland, trying to survive those who might wish to do her harm. Hungry and afraid, she stumbles onto the camp of two hardened men who know how to tame this wilderness.

  They offer her their protection, for a price.

  Enjoy the meeting, and the bargain being struck, in The Signing. Anna is cruelly taken by her cowboy and commando in Hard Negotiations. Finally Anna is traded to the disgusting trader, used for his filthy whims in Hostile Takeover. Or read all three in the Contract Bundle!

  Excerpt from Hard Negotiations:

  Charles wasted no time. He used her surprise to work his long dick deep into her throat once more, grabbing her by the back of the head and thrusting inside.

  Charles did have a way that he enjoyed face fucking a woman, for that was exactly what it was. He simply held her head still, and used the motion of his hips to pleasure himself with her mouth. He closed his eyes, enjoying himself, thrusting in but not as deep as the first time. She sensed he wanted to make it last.

  Joseph was not thinking the same way. She wondered if it had been a long time since
he'd been inside a woman. His thrusts were frantic and primal, at least they were as soon as he'd widened her hole enough for his dick to fit. He kept grabbing her hips, pulling her back fiercely, savagely, quickly. She could tell from his motions that he was not long to last.

  DANGEROUS COMPANY:

  In the Dangerous Company series, Gwen had been fighting the zombies that had taken over the planet. The zombies were winning. This wasn't the last group she'd outlived.

  But it wasn't the undead that she should fear, it was the men strong enough to survive in this hostile environment. It would be easy enough for them to rob her and take whatever they wanted.

  Instead, she offered them a deal...

  Gwen strikes the bargain in Brutal Pact. In Savage Bargain she discovers how far she must go, while pleasing their fierce leader. Promises of Cruelty delves deeper into the darkness, to her very base nature.

  Excerpt from Brutal Pact:

  Clark had settled into the nearby office chair. He took a swig from a canteen and lazily held the pistol on her. She knew that Clark was already on her side, she need only convince Ed.

  Though he was hard, he still seemed uneasy about what he was doing. She kept her eyes trained up on him, trying to convey that she wanted this, that it excited her. It took her reaching between her still clothed pants and massaging herself before he began to believe it.

  That was enough for him. He began to thrust in her mouth, filling her up. She couldn't keep her teeth from touching him, he was too thick for that. He did not seem to care. He thrust deep inside, over and over again, finally getting lost to the sensation.

  Then he shook his head and pulled out of her. He jerked her to her feet roughly, a small gasp escaping her throat. He tossed her against the bed...

  ROUGH TRADE:

  Hope had survived the Apocalypse. Barely.

  Alone for years, she is confronted by one of the mutants that has taken over her planet. Stronger, faster, and far larger than she, Hope could never take him on directly. She knew that she would need to negotiate for her safety.

  Agreeing to her terms, the mutant takes her back to his all male village. There, she must prove her worth.

  Rough Trade is a 14k word steamy bundle. It includes three stories : Hope Restrained, Hope Denied, and No Hope.

  Will Hope be enough to satisfy so many savage creatures?

  Excerpt from Hope Denied:

  “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.

  THOUGHT POLICE:

  In the future, crime is artificially low. Data miners are able to pinpoint which crimes an individual is capable of before they are even committed. Psychics are able to enter the mind of the soon-to-be criminal and discover if they should be imprisoned or worse.

  Rori is one of these thought police. However, for this crime she secretly hopes her subject is guilty...

  In the darkest, most brutal parts of a man's mind, how will Rori survive?

  Excerpt from Thought Police 3, Guilty Plea:

  That set him off. He jerked her T-shirt off of her body in one quick motion, baring her breasts, he grabbed one into his mouth, his teeth grazing against her nipple, while the other mounded her other breast. A low growl escaped his throat.

  Equally as savagely, he jerked her pants open. The button flew off, and he yanked them down. He undid his own pants just as quickly, and before she could even see his manhood, he'd buried it all the way inside of her. He was thick and long, and the sudden force of feeling him inside her caused her to shriek.

  That he liked. He held her rear against the table and kept towering over her. He began to pound into her, forcefully, as if he could not get enough. She felt him shudder once, but he did not stop, he simply kept pounding into her.

  “You are like me,” he began, through gritted teeth. “All of this excites you.” He took her legs then and put them up on his shoulders, still bent over her, still going with all of the force that she believed he had, and more.