Bound as the World Burns: A Post Apocalyptic BDSM Romance

by Alexis Abbott

  She twisted and sobbed, her legs spread so crudely and exposing those sumptuous cheeks, splayed for him.

  “I’m sorry, Leon!” she said again, her head tilted to the side as she felt that warm wetness begin to cool against the fresh air.

  “Not sorry enough,” he said, his strong hand slapping upon her ass cheek, making it sting and redden with the loud, resounding smack of flesh. “Dammit girl, call me Master,” he commanded, and the sensation she felt then was truly something else. His powerful thumbs began to pry at her anal pucker as his hands gripped her ass cheeks, forcing that tight little hole wide. “It’s too late for easy outs now.”

  She gasped and moaned, yet still the word tumbled from her lips. “Master!” Cassidy’s voice was so youthful and pleasant, yet it was warped with her need and desire. She wanted to make him happy, but her body tensed at the intrusion, her grip tightening on her sock clad ankles.

  “Fuck,” he cursed, and she felt those harsh thumbs dip into her over-slick cunt, moistening themselves up before returning to her slit. “Was gonna ease you into this more,” he said, forcing that tight little hole wide and smearing her own dampness around its ring, “but you forced it early.”

  As she felt one thumb retract he hefted his massive girth up, and any relief she felt was washed away as that titanic, hard dick pressed between her ass cheeks, its goal unmistakable.

  “God!” she cried out, her body shaking as she felt that wet tip press to her tiny hole, and she had no idea how it would be possible. Her breath quickened, yet something about it felt so right. Paying her penance. Letting her husband have control over her body.

  Perhaps those thoughts led to the slight relaxation of her ass, but it let him sink in, only an inch before she shouted again, the words jumbled and meaningless as her clit throbbed furiously at its lack of attention.

  He had such a difficult time getting that thick shaft into her. The massive girth already nearly too wide for her quim, it was forcing her tight sphincter to such unimaginable reaches.

  “Take it,” he husked, forcing that bulging crown a bit deeper. “You have to,” he commanded, and she felt one of his strong hands grab her wrist and force it to her clit. “Rub and take it like a good wife.”

  “Can I come?” she begged, the crass words making her turn an even darker shade of red, her entire body quivering as she frantically teased that soaking nub. She was so horny, so desperate for him, and all she wanted was some release.

  Forcing his girth into her with sheer strength and just the honey of her pussy, he grunted, “As long as you take this up in you, you can come until you pass out,” he husked. The slap that cracked upon her pale ass cheek, leaving the other red and stinging as well he said, “Just take it!” And her tight little hole forcibly ate another couple inches of his manhood.

  Tears were streaming down her face onto the gym mat bed, but it didn’t matter. Not as she crested that peak and cried out for forgiveness. To him, to God, to any who cared. It was with that exquisite, toe curling, mind numbing orgasm that finally her body relaxed and he was able to shove more of that huge, hard cock between her voluptuous, pale ass.

  She knew then how hungry he was for her too. Her composed husband was tugging his dick back then pushing it forward again, so greedy for the rub of her insides along his swollen manhood. He was pumping into her, forcing that mighty girth deeper with each new push. It was obscene, the sight of that bulging shaft sticking out of her rear. It didn’t look like it could or should fit, but he’d made it, and he was getting harsher with her. “C’mon. Take it like a good girl.”

  It was so wrong, but he’d told her to do it, and disobeying him was so much worse. She just kept rubbing that throbbing, oversensitive clit, begging for another release. Something to help her submit to him, to make him love her, to get him to forgive her for her insolence.

  She could hear his ragged, harsh breathing fill the air of the large gymnasium, and their little canopied section at the heart of it. His fingers dug into her pale flesh as he hammered that bulging shaft into her bubbly little rear.

  “Fuck, you’re so damn tight,” he grunted as for the first time he’d sunk deep enough that the sway of his balls could reach her puffy labia.

  She yelped at the jolt that heavy sac gave her, and her grip loosened around her ankle. She was so exhausted, and wasn’t sure how many times she’d came, but they had all been intense, leaving her bleary eyed and fuzzy headed. She didn’t even care that he was cursing.

  With a noisy cry as if he was claiming her for the first time all over again, he let loose a bellow then slapped her ass cheek once more. “Take it you tiny little slut,” and he pushed as much of his shaft into her as he could fit as the spasms of his release swelled his manhood.

  His climax was punctuated with such noisome grunts, the flood of his rich seed filling her, pouring deeply into her tight little asshole until he had no more to give. She could hear him grunting, filthy words of satisfaction and appreciation for her sweet body.

  She was sobbing as her slick hand fell to the mat, her body protesting with his rough use of her, yet she knew she’d paid her penance. The pain and pleasure that rocked her was intense, and left her hazy and sleepy, desperate for his love once more.

  Putting his thick arms about her, he bent over her form as it was and kissed the back of her neck, then her shoulder.

  “You did good,” he assured her, that velvety voice of his so tender. “You made me so proud all over again,” he said calmingly, gently moving her to her side without slipping from her, trying to be so careful. “Does it hurt real bad, sweetie?”

  “Yea,” she whimpered, but the sensation was unlike anything she could compare it to. It was a feeling of fullness and discomfort and with every residual throb there was a sharp shock that ran through her. “I love you.”

  His powerful arms squeezed her against his hard chest and he kissed her cheek so sweetly.

  “I love you too, hun,” he said with such sweetness. “You’re the best wife a man could’ve hoped for,” he kissed her again and again, those soft lips bringing such comfort. “I won’t ever let anything bad happen to you.”

  A big promise. Could any man keep it in the ruins of the world?

  15

  They took a few days to relax in the school. Leon knew Cassidy needed it after their long journey so far. And the school had lots of supplies, was fully intact and with its many winding halls, he figured it provided a good hideaway from the creatures.

  Relaxing took the form of exploring each other’s bodies repeatedly and frequently, but they also explored the classrooms, tracing the memories of classes interrupted. The kids all seemed to get out of the school in time, at least. A blessing Cassidy thanked herself for every time she peeked into another room.

  They made ample use of the kitchen, and Leon got to make up for some lost pounds over the journey. Heaps of burgers that Cassidy get better at preparing, along with some other items, like beef stroganoff.

  But once the time came to set out, she was hesitant.

  “Are you sure we have to go?” she asked. But she knew the answer even.

  “It’ll be better outside the city,” he explained, “I got a feeling the more distance we put between us and those… things in the crater, the better. We’ll be safe and happy in the woods. I just know it, my sweet wife,” he said as he stroked her cheek fondly.

  That was enough for Cassidy, who trusted him implicitly now. He’d never let her down, never turned from or abandoned her.

  They set off again, packs refilled, and even some more clothes for Cassidy, who found the girl’s locker rooms full of pretty things and uniforms she claimed to take into the woods.

  “It’s not far now, once we get out of town, it should be about twelve hour’s journey through the woods, if we keep in sight of the road,” he explained.

  But then they both heard it.

  Stone and metal tearing, being ripped apart as if it were cardboard or paper. The once largely unda
maged school now being battered down by some unseen force inside. Their solace, the place of their honeymoon, was being shredded by one of those... things. She was sure of it. They hadn’t left a moment too soon.

  Leon took Cassidy’s hand and together they ran without hesitation.

  Down the town’s main street, away from the destruction they raced. Until something worse than all that destruction occurred: it stopped.

  They both knew then that the creatures had come through, and as they ran as quickly as they could, they could heard them picking up ground. Their claws digging into asphalt as if it were mere dirt, ripping it up.

  Leon had to ditch his heavy pack and rifle as he ran, leaving behind all those supplies. Cassidy tried to do the same, but her pack was strapped around her and tangled up in her clothes and limbs. She gave up by the time Leon picked her up and pumped those legs as hard as he could.

  Unlike the big city, there were no solid places to hide in. These things could batter down walls with enough time, and only the steel of the bunker doors, or the very thick concrete of the sewers had kept them at bay before. Running inside one of the dinky little buildings of this tiny town wouldn’t protect them, it would just collapse upon them

  Cassidy clutched Leon and shut her eyes. She didn’t want to see them, didn’t want a more accurate picture for her mind to haunt her with if by some miracle she did survive.

  Instead she wrapped her slender arms about Leon’s thick neck, clung to him with all her might, and muttered into his ear.

  “I love you, Leon. I know you’ll save us,” even if part of her doubted.

  And maybe it was in her head, or maybe it was true, but her husband found it in him to run a little faster. To carry her from those creatures with all his might.

  There was no big finale, no singular moment of victory. But slowly it dawned on them, the sounds of the creature’s following had grown dimmer. And then…

  Thunderous crashes, booms. And Cassidy dared it. She looked back.

  The creatures were shrouded by clouds of debris as they lunged about, bashing up buildings in a rage it seemed. It was as if they had reached the limits of some invisible tether and could no longer follow.

  She still held back that revelation a while, as the edge of town receded, and they found themselves running into the woods. It wasn’t until she lost all sight of them that she told Leon. Valiant, exhausted, Leon, her husband.

  “We did it, they… they stopped before we left town. They couldn’t go any further,” she said, and still Leon ran, even though he sweated and panted in exhaustion.

  He went on despite her words, until at last, he stumbled, and only barely caught himself. It was that worry of dropping and hurting her that finally made him come to rest against a tree, then slump down, with ragged breaths.

  She climbed from his arms, and held him, kissed him, comforted him. But it took a while before he could speak again.

  “We did it,” he said, a weak smile forming on his face. He’d had the time to shave again at the school, and his chiselled jaw looked so good and felt so smooth as she caressed it.

  “We just gotta make it to the place now, right?” she said, a hopeful smile on her face. “It can’t be far, can it?”

  He shut his eyes and rested back, heart thudding in his chest. He was quiet until she prodded him for answers again.

  “I don’t know, Cass. I lost track in the race to get out of town. I don’t know what direction the road is even in,” he confessed.

  They were lost, hungry, thirsty and without a clue.

  16

  Night came, and they hadn’t found their destination.

  “This way is north,” he had explained.

  “How do you know?” Cassidy asked.

  “The moss on the trees,” he said, but she didn’t understand that.

  Leon didn’t say it, but Cassidy knew: according to his timetable, they should’ve been there already. Instead, they were no closer.

  “We’ll have to take a break, rest,” he explained, when they found a large, fallen tree that provided some shelter. “There’s no point in stumbling around in the dark, getting ourselves hurt. We’ll never see it like that.”

  She quietly curled up with him in the chill of night, no real shelter to speak of. The tree really only gave them a wall of sorts to put their back to, nothing more. Still, as Leon began to fall asleep, a howl went up in the night that chilled them to the bone.

  And she clutched him so tightly in fear.

  “Don’t worry,” he said, squeezing her tight. “It’s only a real wolf.”

  That shouldn’t have been a comfort, but Cassidy thought she’d rather face a whole pack of wolves than one of those… things.

  And in a twisted way, the existence of something as simple and ordinary as a wolf in the countryside made her think: Leon must’ve been right. They could survive out here.

  But as she began to drift off, she remembered... Leon had dropped his rifle along with his pack.

  17

  The wolves never found them, or else, never cared to bother with them.

  But the next day was another long slog of wandering through the woods, aimless. Lost. Cassidy had no appreciation for how easy it was to lose yourself in the forest until she was living it. Without something to guide yourself by, it seemed hopeless.

  They had come so far, survived so much, their love conquering all… only to die in the woods from starvation.

  Or dogs.

  Cassidy saw them first, and they looked like friendly, cuddly house pets. Various mutts and breeds.

  She held out her hand, “Here boys,” she said. But Leon grasped her wrist and pulled it back.

  “They’ve been out here without owners for over a month at least,” he said to her, his voice dark and warning.

  Cassidy cringed back, but Leon held his ground, showing no fear.

  The pack of half a dozen dogs watched them from a distance, then wandered off. But the relief was short lived.

  “They’re watching us. They’ll wait for signs of weakness. They’ve gone feral,” he said, turning and continuing their journey.

  Cassidy knew, they had to find their destination before night. Or else.

  Yet night came again without their destination. And it would provide no reprieve.

  The howls arose again, and this time she knew they were feral dogs, turned on their former masters as hunger and desperation took over.

  Leon stayed up all night. He managed to start a fire with kindling and flint stones he gathered. He used it to create torches, and that maintained them through the night to frighten the wild dogs off. But he got no rest.

  She could see it in his face come morning, the bags under his eyes. The weary lope in his step. But they carried on.

  It was the only thing to do.

  It hurt Cassidy more than anything to see her mighty protector grow weary and weak with hunger. Thirst was a problem too, as they found little water outside of some puddles.

  But then they heard it… the sound of a stream.

  Both of their eyes lit up, and they picked up their pace, heading towards it. And all at once, Cassidy felt both excitement and a rush of sadness as she saw the stream… separated from them by a metal fence.

  “Can’t we catch a break!” she said in frustration, balling her fists.

  But Leon took her wrist, and smiled.

  “No. This is good, we’ve made it,” he said, and she looked up at him confused. “It’s the fence around their property. It has to be,” he declared.

  She felt excitement grow, but had felt excitement die too many brutal deaths of late, and was more hesitant.

  Leon helped her over, before he wearily climbed up over the security fence too. They both drank their fill of water before they carried on, Cassidy felt exhausted, but Leon had a new vigor even as they just continued on through more trees.

  “Are you sure this is it?” she asked, the stream still in view as it headed away from the barrier. At least, she rea
ssured herself, it put those ravenous dogs behind them for good.

  He didn’t say anything, and she worried he was feeling doubt too. Unable to lie to her to bolster her spirits.

  But then it happened. Out of the thick trees it emerged: a large manor, brown and nearly invisible among the trees. It was huge, and as they came up closer to it, she saw several more buildings around, a shed, a greenhouse, all still standing.

  “Eden,” was all she could say.

  Leon laughed and picked her up, swinging her about in a hug.

  18

  True to Leon’s words, the place had everything they needed. It was large enough to hold a huge family, a dozen bedrooms, saunas, hot tubs, a protected bunker of its own, food enough to last a large family for years. For the two of them? They’d never need to worry about food again.

  Guns and ammo, all great for hunting, a smoke house, and the stream big enough for fish to swim down. Meaning Leon was able to hunt and fish to keep them in fresh meat.

  Neither of them were knowledgeable in farming, but Leon chopped down a space for a farm, and together they gave it a go. When she asked why, he said, “Better than eating only canned food and preserves forever, isn’t it?” with a big smile.

  Truth be told, she was convinced he just liked it. The hunting, the farming, the tending to the property like a homesteader. And it felt like the life she’d been destined for. Quickly she grew into a skilled little cook, happily learning how to make things from scratch and cook things in an old fashion way. She didn’t want to get too used to using the electricity, just in case, so she began tending to the home using wood and fire, and cooking over that as well.

  All her days were spent serving and being with her husband, the man who was so different to her, yet so complementary. They found themselves falling more and more in step with one another as time passed, and the distance between their life and the horrors back in the city grew.