The Stranger Bundle: (Post Apocalyptic Alpha Male BDSM Romance Bundle)

by Claudia Balvenie

  “I'm taking these tits.” He stated, simply. She heard him lather something along his heavy cock, and when it fell down again, her breasts were coated with something slimy and gross. She desperately wanted to see, but this had gone on for so long. She had to know what was going to happen. One of his large, taloned hands grabbed either breast, and shoved it together around his dick. He then began to move his hips in rhythm. He thrust in and out of the cave he created to house his massive member.

  Between her legs, one creature kept exploring. He pulled her lips apart with either talon, looking deeply into her innermost folds. She wondered if he could see the stretching that the Stranger had done to her.

  Between her breasts she could feel the massive, heavy meat as it plunged in and out of the canal he'd created. It was strange, having never actually seen a cock in real life, she had to judge what it was like by the way it felt. All she could tell is how thick it was, with skin that didn't quite seem to move with the main, engorged mass. It was hard and soft at the same time, with small nodules that protruded at different points. She wondered if those were due to his mutation, or if all cocks were like that. The Stranger didn't feel like he had them.

  Between her legs, she felt the sharp claw pull her lips even further apart, and a strange sensation begin between her legs. Something was touching her clit, something moist and strange. It flit across quickly, teasingly. She realized first that it was the creatures mouth, and second that his tongue was forked.

  She couldn't help it, a moan escaped her lips at his ministrations. She could feel him pause then, looking up, though the one mounted across her chest didn't pause.

  “She waking up?”

  The incessant pounding of her tits only increased. He began to stroke her nipples while pushing them together, eliciting another moan.

  One that had been drinking the blood from her hand pulled away, adjusting himself, until she felt him lay his own dick in her hand. She kept her hand limp, to continue the charade, but he curled her fingers around it, holding them in place with his own.

  “Doesn't matter, this bitch loves it,” the one at her hand stated. She felt him move her hand up and down along himself.

  She used the moment to really imagine what was in her hand, what it must look like. Such an odd sensation, to be both rock hard but to have this pliable skin that would slide all the way down, and back up again. And the way he moved her hand, surely this was what these creatures wanted. This was the way it felt best to him, a long stroke, from the base where she could feel the hair of his body, to the tip, where the thick skin ended. He seemed content to use her hand to work his body slowly. Was this how a woman should use a man, or was it different for each? She simply didn't know.

  Between her chest, patience was no virtue. The creature had been thrusting in and out so hard, for so long, and so cruelly that the lubrication he'd added had nearly worn off. He didn't seem to care, indeed, he seemed to prefer it more rough. He smashed her breasts together tightly, his breath becoming ragged.

  It was then the one between her legs once more began his work. The forked tongue darted out, tasting her inner folds, exploring. It too began to find a rhythm, teasing at her clit, causing it to engorge. Her own juices were pouring out of her at this assault, and once more she was unable to keep her moans stifled.

  When she cried out in pleasure, it was too much for the one atop her. He thrust himself all the way to the end of his false canal, an explosion ripping from his thick rod. For the first time she felt a man's juices coating her face, as wave after wave ripped from his body and splattered over her countenance.

  He had only a moment to recover, before she felt the bed shift. Suddenly he was pushed off of her, and another of the creatures was atop her. He straddled her higher up, immediately adjusting and pulling himself free of his pants. She felt the same strange appendage that was in her hand suddenly at her lips.

  The creature slowly traced himself along her mouth, coating it in his pre-cum. She could barely taste it, afraid to lick her lips, less they discover her ruse.

  This one did not seem to care, save for his own pleasure. She felt him clamp his claws on her nose, forcing her mouth open, while the one between her legs began to protest. “You can't do that, not while she's drugged.”

  “She's not drugged.” A voice came from the other side of the room. She would have recognized that deep voice anywhere. The Stranger!

  They all stopped what they were doing, she sensed they were looking towards him. Had they been as unaware as she that he was even in the room? Still, his commanding voice was directed toward her. “Open your eyes, my dear.”

  She did as he asked, her vision suddenly filled with the strange cock that lay before her. Having only seen them in videos or old pictures, she had not imagined the reality. This one was long, angry and red, with huge veins throbbing before her eyes. It was uncut, of that she was sure, as the long skin dangled off the head. It was, frankly, far larger than she had imagined.

  Her eyes, finally drawn away from the genitalia, moved upwards to the creature they belonged to. Pink and pock marked, his coarse dark hair was only grown in clumps. His skin itself had large protrusions, giving him an almost hunchback look. She supposed those were the mutations. The sharp claws and long, pointed teeth only added to the monstrous look.

  Why did it excite her so?

  She turned her head slightly, to see her master, her husband, seated in an over sized chair nearby. He was leaning back, taking a slow sip from a blood-red liquid in a wine glass. He was utterly calm.

  This seemed to frighten her assaulter. “Master, we...”

  “Do you foolish creatures think I am not aware of your activities?” He began, his soft, deep voice nearly a whisper. He slowly swirled the liquid in the cup. “Are you insulting my intelligence so?”

  “No, Master, never!” The one mounting her began to rise.

  “Then continue. You know the rules.”

  She watched the one above her swallow, take a couple of breaths, then look down to her. This time, she stared right back at him. His dick grew even harder above her.

  He leaned down and whispered.. “Ever had a dick in your mouth, girl?”

  She shook her head, and he began to show her how it was done.

  He pushed the large tip in, forcing her jaws to widen to accept it. She grimaced at the taste, wondering if this disgusting flavor was due to his mutation or if it was simply what cock tasted like. He kept slowly shoving himself in, explaining to her to keep her teeth back, to hold still, while he pushed as far as he could go inside.

  It was then that the one between her legs began to start back up at her clit.

  She was surprised at the sensation, and jerked. The one above her laughed cruelly, and held her head still, his clawed fingers suddenly tangled in her hair. He pulled himself back to the very tip, and shoved just as deep down her throat, laughing as he did so, the faux pas with his master forgotten in lust.

  She glanced to him then, and he was simply watching, slowly taking a sip from his glass.

  One who had wrapped her fingers around himself started to thrust in and out, and she tightened her own grip accordingly. She tried to look at him, but her vision was suddenly filled with the creature at her mouth only, as he started to face fuck her in earnest.

  He moved himself so that his arms were considerably over her head, while his knees were under her arms. He was simply doing push ups, guiding himself down into her throat with his dick first, over and over, pushing further and further down her throat. Her eyes watered at the rough invasion, though she knew she would never stop them.

  He was disgusting and tasted foul. She could not believe she was letting something so hideous use her so. Still she realized, it was not just for the Stranger's benefit. She enjoyed being taken by such a monstrous creature.

  Suddenly, the thrusts became angrier, fiercer, even deeper down her throat. She could feel him literally curving at the top, his dick begging for just a bit more, so h
e could force even more of himself inside her. That was when he lost control, trembling, shouting above her. She could feel the explosion as it echoed from his balls that lay against her chin, through the entire length, until it finally sputtered out, coating her esophagus in his thick, disgusting seed.

  He too took a few moments to catch his breath, but another was unwilling to leave him the time. Out of nowhere, a fist collided with his face, and he fell off the side of the bed, his dick torn from her throat, leaving a trail of his juices behind.

  She had only a glimpse of the one who'd been in her mouth, laying on the floor and cradling his jaw. She could distantly hear the chuckle of the Stranger who watched, an amused voyeur.

  Suddenly she was flipped by two sets of hands, the man who'd been forcefully using her hand on himself now knelt in front of her. Since they put her on all fours, all she could see was his huge, menacing dick stabbing towards her well-used mouth. Without preamble, he shoved himself inside of her.

  He was even larger than the previous one, and he too had the mutations that covered his dick. Large nubs scraped against the top of her mouth uncomfortably, though he cared not for her pleasure.

  Instead, the one who's forked tongue had urged her on had lain his own meat between her cheeks. He was slowly rubbing it up and down, no doubt watching the one who was assaulting her throat.

  She felt the one behind her pull away his dick, finally dropping it back on her coated in the same disgusting slime as before. Then he began to shove himself against her still virgin ass. He was so hard and large, she knew he'd never fit inside.

  The Stranger abruptly cleared his throat, and both of the mutants stopped what they were doing to give him their full attention.

  “Master?” Asked the one from the back.

  “Not there,” He stated, simply.

  “But the rules say that, save the womb...”

  His soft voice grew dark and heated. “You dare defy me?”

  Immediately he pulled away from her tight ass, laying himself instead between her cheeks again. He used his taloned claws to push her cheeks together, much the same way the one before had done to her breasts.

  Their master's fury abated for the moment, the one at her throat continued his assault. Over and over he plunged in, smashing down her throat, curving when he hit the back. Her vision was filled with the monstrous creature. All she could see was his pink flabby flesh, covered in patchy hair. Her senses were overwhelmed by his stink.

  The one behind her was thrusting, over and over, between her cheeks. Despite his upbraiding, he was still rock hard. She even heard a moan escape his lips.

  It did not take long until he went over the edge. She felt a splatter against her back, his warm, sticky juice covering her spine. But he was not content with one explosion, no, he kept up his quick, hard thrusts against her rear, erupting with every movement. None of the others had so much seed, she could practically feel his balls shrinking as he unloaded wave after wave onto her now coated back.

  She only wished she could see what he'd done, because judging by the reaction of the one in her throat, it must have been massive. He grabbed her skull, tanging his talons deep in her hair, and face fucked her brutally. She could feel her saliva falling from her lips, her eyes watering at the assault. Finally, he buried himself as far as he could go and released. It was different from the other, a huge blob of his seed that filled her throat near to bursting. He kept himself buried inside, forcing her to swallow his massive load.

  It took three tries before she could get it all down. Finally he pulled himself out and fell back to the bed, satiated.

  The Stranger spoke up from the shadows. “You will clean her.” She heard him set the glass down and rise. “And you will all report to punishment.”

  Quickly, the four mutants rose to their feet, standing at their form of attention. Their master walked between them and over to her. He ran a finger through her hair, one of the few places that wasn't covered in the mutant seed.

  “Tonight, we shall create a child. You must be prepared.”

  Owned

  The Stranger #3

  by

  Claudia Balvenie

  Copyright 2015.

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the author.

  CHAPTER 1

  Heather finally had the man of her dreams.

  Heather had never been more afraid.

  After civilization's collapse, the earth had been overrun with mutated creatures. Ravenous, they had spread across the countryside, eating, fucking and destroying everything they came across. Humanity learned to band together in small, reinforced villages. Days were spent trying to conquer the environment, nights were spent trying to survive the monsters.

  Heather had been born into one of these villages, but she'd not faced the same struggle to survive. Long before she was born, a man came into town. He was clothed head to toe in black leather, his long black hair and cloak streaming behind him with the wind. He was atop a nightmarish horse, eyes glowing with the fires of Hell. He offered a devil's deal. He would keep the monsters from their walls, but they must sacrifice a bride to him, once every seven years.

  One woman to save an entire village? Her people jumped at the opportunity. By the time she was born, the practice was simply part of their culture. Every seven years an elaborate lottery was devised to decide what young woman would be given as his bride. Every seven years a family lost their daughter to unknown circumstance, never to be seen again. Her family would mourn, but still the village would prosper.

  This year, Heather had been chosen. Out of all of the eligible maidens, she was the one that was given to him in that demonic ceremony in matrimony.

  Just as she planned.

  From the moment she saw him, as a child, Heather had been in love with the Stranger. He was the dark hero of her town, a man powerful enough to keep the monsters at bay. The others feared him, as did she. But for Heather, the fear was intoxicating.

  There were rumors of course, stories brought to them by one escaped bride. She was insane when she returned, far older and ranting about a castle filled with intelligent mutants. This was lunacy, as everyone knew the mutants were simply husks. They lived only to destroy.

  Since she was wed to the Stranger, she learned that the stories were true. He had taken her far from her village, to an actual sprawling castle. It was crawling with these monstrous mutants, but they were not the killing machines she'd believed them to be. No, in fact, despite their hideousness, they were not different from her own people. They were certainly sentient.

  But they could be very cruel.

  CHAPTER 2

  She had been left alone for several hours, her thoughts racing. The day previous, she had finally given her preciously guarded virginity to the Stranger. She did not regret it, it was one of the most intoxicating times of her life. But despite their marriage vows, she'd still not seen his face.

  He had been so careful. He tied her hands above her head, suspending her, despite her willingness. He had assured her that if she only spoke the incantation, then he would do nothing to her. He would even return her to her family. Of course, the deal to keep the mutants away from her people would be null and void.

  Still, he kept insisting this was her choice. As if she would turn him away! She had dreamed of the moment her entire life. Of course, when she imagined it, he was unmasked and nude, the handsome dark hero of her dreams.

  No, he took her from behind, still wearing all his clothes, only his huge, throbbing dick freed. Even that she did not see, leaving her to wonder what it might look like.

  Later that night, after he'd left her to sleep, she was visited by four of his mutated followers. While she pretended to be drugged, they took advantage of her, covering her in their disgusting seed. All of this while the Stranger watched from the shadows. He commanded them to leave her womb and ass for him, bu
t everything else they taken roughly.

  After their lusts were satiated, the Stranger commanded them to clean her and make her presentable. And so they did, forcing her into a warm bath, using a scrub brush to remove all traces of their juices from her body. Finally she was clean. Her hair was combed and left long. She was dressed in finer clothing than she'd ever owned before. She spent a long time staring into the mirror, not daring to believe that she was the beautiful woman staring back at her.

  Now, no longer a maiden, but rather a woman wed and taken, she was able to think about her situation more clearly. The fears that had been at the edge of her mind began to come into focus. She had spent her life so enraptured with the Stranger that she never stopped to wonder why so many others feared him.

  Yes, he was powerful. Indeed, the mutants called him “Master.” Yes, he had taken other brides. She knew that as she had watched him do so. She wondered what the “experiments” were that the madwoman had raved about. How did he keep the mutants at bay? Where were the other brides?