Zombieland

[TommyLee97321]

Max Richards:

I sat back with my haunches on my ankles, enjoying the pleasure surging through me after my second orgasm. I looked down at the woman whose pussy has given me that pleasure. Her eyes were closed now, and I probably would have wondered why ... if I'd cared.

I moved one of her legs around me to allow me to stand. I crossed the little room to a work counter, stripped, found a bottle of dish soap, a rag, and a towel, and ran the water in the utility sink to take a standing bath. A puddle of water built at my feet, running slowly across the slightly tilted floor toward a drain in the corner. When I finished, I went to another corner where there was a toilet inside a tiny, phone booth sized room and took a crap. Once I was all finished with my personal business, I donned a change of clothes that belonged partly to me including my own boxers and slip on jail house shoes; and partly to the building's custodian including a change of coveralls, a clean tee shirt, and a clean pair of socks.

"I'm going to uncuff you and let you pull that rag out of your mouth," I told my lover when I returned to her. I leaned closer, taking her chin into my grasp to turn her eyes directly to mine, and told her, "If you scream ... or if you try to fight me ... or flee ... I'll stuff the dirty rag I just cleaned my dick with into your mouth ... and I'll cuff you to this bed ... and I'll leave you cuffed to it from now to the time that I'm done with you. Do you understand?"

I gave her a moment to respond or react as she would, then uncuffed her and stepped back, picking up the Glock I'd taken off one of the Deputies I'd executed earlier. I let it hang idly by my side, just letting her see it.

(OOC: The following only happens if she doesn't pitch a fit. Ignore it if her actions contradict it.)

"Take your clothes off," I demanded. I gestured the gun toward the sink, telling her, "Get cleaned up. And you should probably tell me your name ... since we're gonna be friends."

 

[CutiePie1997]

Maria

Heaven and hell, I was thinking as I tended to Steve's wounds. Heaven because I had an excuse to lay hands on such a beautiful man's body; and hell because of the source of that excuse. I cringed every time Steve flinched at the pain, quickly whispering again and again Sorry. I felt bad for him, all of this glass damage to his flesh. His beautiful flesh. And yet I would never have had reason to touch him like this if it hadn't been for all that shattering glass. I should have felt horrible for thinking like I was. I did! I did feel horrible. And yet...

"You are good at this. Is this the first time a guy jumps through the door?"

I giggled, then blushed. I mumbled, "Happens all the time."

When I finished and began putting things away in the first aid bag, Steve suddenly took me into his arms for a hug. I hesitated a moment, unsure of what to do. I'd held hands with a boy in middle school; and I'd hugged and kissed two boys in high school. But I'd never really, truly embraced a real man before. So it felt unusual, a bit overwhelming, and a lot of wonderful when I reached around Steve's body and joined the hug, once again saying sorry when he flinched at the sharp pain as I pressed against his injuries.

"But seriously, do you work in a hospital or something like that...?"

Again I giggled and blushed, answering, "Not hardly. I clean houses. Houses, apartments, offices. I go to school, of course."

I returned to packing the first aid stuff away, unable to look into Steve's eyes. I began rambling about school and work and what I wanted to do with my life and my questions about what was going to happen now and whether I'd been wasting my time up until now and...

I finally went silent, unsure of what I'd even been saying. I stepped back from Steve, turning to look into his eyes, blushing yet again. I smiled, saying, "Sorry, I'm rambling. I get nervous sometimes when I'm ... well ... I get nervous."

I didn't know how to say I get nervous around men I want to have sex with. I may have been a virgin, but that didn't mean I didn't think about sex. Think about sex a lot. I was beginning to feel uncomfortable with the quick rise in intimate thoughts and actions. I hurried past Steve out of the bathroom, saying, "We should see if we can help the others."

 

[CutiePie1997]

Clara:

I laid there with my eyes closed for a long while after my rapist had left the little bed, still afraid he would detect my disappointment in not having shared in the ecstasy. When I finally looked to him, I found him naked at the utility sink, wiping his body with a dripping wet rag. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. He was perfect! Muscular, fit, dark skinned, and covered with tattoos, he was everything Roger wasn't. Was that what made him perfect, the fact that he wasn't anything like Roger? Was it why I was so entranced by him? Or was it that he'd nearly driven me to a level of euphoria that I knew Roger never could?

I'd always yearned for a man who could satisfy me without the assistance of my own fingers. I would never have cheated on Roger, of course. And now there was a man in my life who likely could satisfy me ... and he was a rapist. A hardened, criminal who forced himself upon women. And I was staring at his back side, his muscular ass ... then as he turned, his front side and his long, thick cock ... and all I could think was that I wanted him to take me again and finish what he'd started.

I looked away as he turned fully toward me, ashamed of myself and what I was thinking. He spent several more minutes cleaning, shitting, and dressing before coming over to command and release me. I only stared into his eyes with a combination of hatred and yearning. He released the shackles and backed away. I didn't immediately respond, but finally, with aching arms, moved to sit up on the bed's edge. I pulled my tee shirt down to cover my breasts, glancing at the gun in his hands but paying it no mind. He didn't need a gun to keep me under control. I wasn't going to fight him or attempt to flee. I feared what he would do to me if I did, of course. But even more than that, I was no more done with this man than this man was done with me.

"Take your clothes off ... Get cleaned up. And you should probably tell me your name ... since we're gonna be friends."

I glared at him for a long moment, then stood. My lower half was, of course, already bare. I slowly pulled over my head the tee I'd just pulled down. I stood naked before him without moving until he again told me to clean up. I slowly crossed to the utility sink, gathered a rag, wetted it, and parted my feet enough to began cleaning away the bodily fluids that I could feel leaking from my pussy and dripping down the insides of my thighs.

"Clara," I murmured when he asked me my name again. I rinsed the rag and continued my work, clarifying with building anger, "My name is Clara Barnes. I am the wife of Roger Barnes ... a man to whom I have been faithful for ... eight years ... a faith ... a loyalty ... that you have violated ... just as you have violated me."

 

[TommyLee97321]

Ray Thomas:

It had been hours since the Team One -- the Officers who were attempting to locate and rescue as many family members as possible -- had left in two armored vehicles, followed by two additional cruisers. I'd been listening in on the radio to the reports, hearing both good and bad news. They'd already located more than three dozen family and close friends and loaded them up in either the Department's vehicles or private automobiles. That was the good news.

The bad news came in two forms. First, some of those they'd found were infected with the virus sweeping across the city. The Officers associated to the infected wanted them brought back to the station for medical care, of course. But the Lieutenant forbade it, saying that the Station would only be a safe place for all if all were disease free. Some of the Officers had decided to remain in their own homes and ride out the mayhem, while others had packed up the husbands, wives, parents, and children and headed for the hills in a manner or speaking.

The second bad news came when the convoy of vehicles came under fire and was pinned down in the Old Town section of Coopersville. With 3 and 4 story buildings on all sides, a vehicular road block ahead of them, and heavily armed gun men behind them, Team One found itself pinned down for almost an hour as they tried to figure a way out. Six cops lost their lives, as did nine civilians before they managed to get everyone into the last functioning armored vehicles and get the car out of the ambush. We never did find out who was shooting at us or why.

That was when I heard a woman screaming bloody murder from the cell block. I wasn't even aware we had anyone locked up until then. I headed down their to find a young, attractive Chinese woman who was not happy about her situation.

"What am I doing in here? Am I under arrest? What did I do?"

"I don't know, Miss, honestly!" I answered, finding the log book and tracing a finger down to the last line. I read, "Penelope Wang. Charges include cocaine possession, intent to distribute, disorderly conduct, resisting arrest--"

(OOC: I have a feeling from her attitude that that's about as far as he's going to get, am I right? )

 

[TommyLee97321]

Max:

I smiled at the woman and her display of fury toward me. I leaned a bit closer, then snatched the nearest elbow with a powerful hand, jerking her to look into my eyes. We stared at one another for a moment before I said softly, "Nice to meet you, Clara Barnes. My name is Martin Richards. But you can call me Max."

I took a moment to ogle those smallish tits with their chill-swollen nipples, then looked back into her eyes and continued, "They call me Max not because it's short for Martin, which obviously it's not. They call me that because I've spend a good portion of my adult life in maximum security for one thing or another. Robbery ... assault ... murder--"

I jerked her closer, taking the rag from her hand and, after holding it under the running water to rinse, pressed it to her breasts to wash them gently. I continued, "Rape." I jerked her to face away from me, then ran the rag up and down her back side, from the base of her neck to her firm, youthful buttocks as I continued, "I don't know what's going on out there in the world, but ... in here ... you and I are just gonna hang out ... and wait ... wait to see what happens ... wait until their is an opportunity to get the hell out of here."

I turned her to face me, rinsed the rag again, then caressed it over her collar bones, her breasts, her belly, and down to the meeting of her thighs. I said softly, "Spread'em."

If she did, I would run the cloth between her thighs and help her clean her pussy. If she didn't ... I'd make her. I went on, "There are two ways that you can interact with me over the hours ... days ... possibly weeks to come ... Clara Barnes. You can either get along ... or you can get dead. If you decide on the latter, I can promise you that it won't be a quick and painless death."

I lifted the Glock to show her for a moment, then clarified, "No bullet through the brain for you. I'll fuck you to death, then throw your worn out corpse into the street for the dogs to chew on." I hadn't heard yet, of course, that people chewing on other people and that the dogs would have competition. "but if you decide on the first ... the former I think the word is ... I can promise you that you will survive this. You will survive this ... and then ... you can go back to this Robert-- Roger...? Yeah, sorry ... Roger. You can go back to your monogamous life with him and live happily ever after."

I'd been rubbing the rag between Clara's thighs for longer than had been necessary to get the job done. I asked her if she needed to pee. Then I took her back to the bed, laid her out, cuffed one of her hands to the bed frame, and told her, "I need sleep. Now ... I don't want to have to gag you again, but I will if you make any noise. Also, if you try to get up or try to do something to me while I'm out ... well, let me just tell you that the first man I ever killed in prison tried to rape me in my cell. I awoke before he could restrain me ... and I put the end of a sharpened plastic spoon through his eye. So ... I advice you to lay here quietly ... still as a church mouse ... and let me get some rest."

I went back to the door and used a pair of mop handles to secure the door. Then, remaining dress except for my shoes, I laid down beside Clara and tried to get some rest.

 

[Knightmare27]

Steve

"Yes, we should go back and help the others", I agreed. Her eyes told me everything I needed to know - everything I wanted to know. She wanted to say more to me, but she did not dare. It was up to me to say something. Later, though. When we were safe.

"I don't mind that you ramble. I would like to listen to you some more. Later."

We emerged from the bathroom and I helped with unpacking. It felt unreal. Like some kind of huge sleepover, of indeterminate length. With gunmen and possibly zombies outside. But Sharla and Tommy seemed nice enough. Maria was...more than nice. Much more.

How to ease her out of her shyness? A good idea would be to let her "ramble" a little more. I encouraged her to tell me more; from time to time, I had to assuage her fears that she was boring me. I was not getting bored. What she told me was everyday stuff, but it was also her opening up. As we kept talking, I could feel that she was getting a little less shy. I could see it in her eyes, how they almost seemed to draw me in.

Tommy's presence made me feel safe. He had not flinched at the bodies outside the door. I had. More than that, in fact. Whether it was a side effect ot the painkiller or that smell - the sweetish, metallic smell of death, I was feeling a little sick, actually. My first time seeing an actual dead body. And these ones had not died peacefully, either. I admired the man for how cool he had remained. Not that I was very keen on showing them just how close I was to throwing up.

"So, Tommy, you were in the Navy? My brother is in the Air Force. A mechanic, like me, but I only work on civilian planes. He was deployed once, but I don't think he ever got shot at. You seem like you have seen some action, right?"

Sharla, at first glance, gave off a distinct "bad girl" vibe. Or if not bad, then at least quite a bit naughtier than Maria. I asked her about her work, where she was from and other things, trying to get to know her. She seemed to not be that well acquainted with Tommy. More like a guest or something. What a weird coincidence that had brought us all together. What a happy coincidence, I added as I tentatively took Maria's hand and held it for a few seconds. I wanted to reassure her a little.

 

[CutiePie1997]

Maria:

I was seriously beginning to think I was, what was that word, schitzophrenic? Half of me was fearful of getting too close to Steve, and the other half of me wanted to get naked, get busy, and get very sweaty with the man. I'd never wanted to be with anyone as much as I did Steve after we'd spent several hours working, talking, and planning with Tommy and Sharla. He took a genuine interest in me and what I had to say, and -- while I thought I caught him ogling a couple of times -- he didn't spend the entire afternoon and evenjng staring at my tits.

I'd always been pretty popular with the boys because of my now-Double Ds. I'd begun developing young, moving into a B cup at 10, a C two years later, and a D cup before finishing Middle School. I don't know how many times I'd had to explain in anger to stereotyping boys that just cuz I had big tits I wasn't easy. By the time I'd gotten into high school, I'd probably shot down half the male student body at one time or another, only to have to start all over when I started Coopersville Community. A friend of mine bought me a tee shirt for Christmas that said No, you can't touch them, but I'd never had the nerve to wear it except at home before bed time.

Ironically, now all I wanted was for Steve to hold, caress, and kiss them.

"Can I talk to you a moment?" I whispered to Sharla after we'd finished dinner and split a bottle of wine Tommy had had stuffed away. Once I got her aside I asked with a blushing smile, "Um ... where ... where's everyone sleeping?" I only see one bed and a couch. We brought bedding, but--"

 

[CutiePie1997]

(FYI: I cut Sharla's part of the previous post, put it here, and added several paragraphs.)

Sharla:

It had been an interesting evening, watching the interactions between Maria and Steve. Even without my career experience I could see what each of them wanted from each other: each other! So when Maria pulled me aside and asked about the sleeping arrangements, I cut in with a soft but serious tone, "You want to sleep with Steve, don't you?"

"NO!" Maria responded quickly with enough volume that she drew the attention of both men. She pulled me around the corner into the hall and tried to counter my thought with some crap about just wanting to know if we would all be sleeping here or taking other apartments or yadda yadda yadda. I finally cut her off with, "Relax, Maria. There's nothing wrong with wanting to be with Steve. He's a good looking man ... nice, polite ... he's a good guy." I glanced around the corner at the man, then added, "And he wants you, too."

Her eyes widened, she peeked around at Steve as I had, then she moved further around me deeper into the hall and asked softly, "Really? Do you think so?"

I erupted in a loud laugh that had her timidly trying to shush me. "Well, of course he does, Maria. You're a beautiful, sexy young woman. Any man in his right mind would want you. Tommy wants you, too--"

Again Maria's eyes enlarged. I continued without hesitating, "--which brings me to a question I've been wanting to ask all night. You and Tommy ... is there anything there?"

"No!" she again exclaimed loud enough that I was sure the men could hear her. In a whisper, she clarified, "No, there's never been any thing between Tommy and I."

"But ... you wish there had been," I asked knowingly. When she swore she did not now nor ever had had any feelings for Tommy -- a lie, I knew, but didn't call her on -- I asked Maria, "So ... what do you want to do about Steve?"

She just stared at me for a moment before asking naively, "What do you mean?"

"Well ... do you want to sleep with him?"

Maria's face exploded in a blush so deep red and hot that I feared her head was going to explode. I laughed again, then ... suddenly ... I had a thought. I looked for the men to ensure they were out of hearing distance, but I couldn't see them at all now. I presumed they were in the kitchen out of view when I whispered, "Maria ... are you a virgin?"

The young Latina's head bowed down and she stared at her fingers which she'd begun twiddling before her at some point. I smiled broadly and took her into my arms for a tight hug, telling her, "It's okay, sweetheart. It's okay. There's nothing to be ashamed of ... afraid of ... it's all good."

"I just..." Maria started, hesitating before saying in such a low whisper that I almost didn't hear her, "I'm just afraid that ... that when I finally ... that when I'm with a man that first time..."

Maria didn't have to finish for me to know what she was getting at. I took her upper arms in mine and leaned down a bit to look into her eyes, which were welling up with tears of embarrassment. I whispered, "You and I ... we'll take the bedroom tonight ... make the guys sleep on the floor, or the couch, or in another apartment." I leaned in and kissed her on the cheek, whispering with a wide smile, "And I'll teach you every thing you need to know about men."

When I pulled my face back to look at her again, she asked innocently, "Every thing? In one night?"

"Sweetheart, there's only a handful of things any woman needs to know about any man," I said, chuckling, "And I can teach them to you in about an hour ... hour and half tops. By the time I'm with you, Steve won't know what hit him."

She smiled, peeked past me, then looked to me again. She giggled, blushed yet again, then asked, "Sharla, are you going to sleep with Tommy?"

I smiled broader, kissed her on the cheek again, turned her to head back toward the others, and said with a humorous tone, "We'll see, sweetheart. We'll see."

 

[CutiePie1997]

Clara:

"...you can call me Max."

I wanted to laugh when my rapist told me his name. Max. What was it about bad boys that they always had to be called something like Max? Then he explained where the name had come from, and it all seemed appropriate. How the hell did I come to be in the clutches of such a man in the first place? And why was I not more eager to get the hell away from him. Oh, yeah ... orgasms. Was I really so shallow and desperate that I was ready to give myself to a hardened criminal just to experience a level of sexual gratification that I'd only ever caused myself before?

"Spread'em..."

...Max demanded before he slipped the rag down my breasts and belly to between my thighs. I tried to control my breathing, which was threatening to show the building excitement as he rubbed the wet, warm rag back and forth over my pussy and clitoris. You shouldn't be enjoying this, I chastised myself, even as I was wishing he'd throw me to the bed and go down on me.

He laid out how things were going to be between us, and I said nothing. Max was going to keep me as a lover for as long as he wanted, and there was little I could do about that without getting myself beaten up or killed. Then Max began talking about Roger -- about my husband, to whom I'd always been faithful -- and I tried to convince myself that I should take any opportunity possible to get the hell away.

We ended up back on the little bed, this time with only my left wrist shackled to the bed as Max moved in behind me, spooned me, and was asleep in a very short amount of time. I just laid there, feeling his front side against my back side, his semi-flaccid cock against my ass cheeks, his arm around my torso, his hand between my breasts. Even asleep he was controlling, his body seeming to be able to clamp down upon me and hold me tightly. I yearned for Max to wake up, press me flat against the mattress, enter me, pound me, finish me. I even shifted my body a bit several times to see if he would awake annoyed and fuck me out of punishment. But ... nothing.

Eventually, I fell asleep, too...

 

[Knightmare27]

It was getting dark and, riot or not, it was time for us to catch some sleep. The apartment looked big enough for the four of us, so that should not be a problem. Should we have someone stand guard? We were up in a building, behind locked doors, but it sure would help everyone sleep better...

"Are we putting up a guard? I think we should. Sure, we are pretty safe up here, but what if someone does get in?"

Maybe I was being unnecessarily cautious. But then again, who could say what was necessary? It would calm everyone down, make us feel like we were doing something. We would be survivors defending themselves from the hell that had broken loose outside, not just hiding from it.

And then there was the question of sleeping. I really, really wanted to share the bedroom with Maria, of course. But she seemed so innocent. The last thing I wanted to do was to scare her by asking her to spend the night in a bed with a man she barely knew. No, it would be much more practical for the women to be together. At least for now.

"I'll take the couch, if everyone is okay with it", I said. There was still gunfire outside, but you could only hear it when you concentrated. Amazing how quickly I had become used to it. I had managed to just tune it out, turn it into background noise, like rain, or a thunderstorm. It was not a threat anymore. It was just the reality I was in. The reality we were all in.