Women will do anything to survive the Zombie apocalypse – Ch. 03 – Turning the tables – Part 1 by Alexander Ryker

Troy was going a little crazy. He had been inside for a while and he was getting cabin fever. I guess it was actually bunker fever, but whatever. He was going to do some hunting, but really, it was just an excuse to get out. He shouldered his AR-15, checked the periscope, checked the slide that the coast was clear of walkers and then stepped out. He was about to turn around to lock the door when he heard a woman’s voice, very close to him.“Don’t move or I cut you. Put down the gun.”

Troy was very confused and stood frozen for a moment. The voice was clearly behind him and very close. He started to turn very slowly to not alarm her, but then ducked and spun in the opposite direction. He blindly swept his leg out, hoping to catch his attacker. His instincts were right and he connected with a pair of shins. He watched as this woman fell to the side, banging her head hard against the wall. Troy caught his balance, stood up and backed away. Rotating around, he did a quick scan for anybody else. Seeing nobody else, he turned his attention back to his attacker. She seemed to be unconscious from the blow to the head. She looked tall, with a sweet face and dirty blond hair just past her shoulders. Quite thin, probably hadn’t eaten a lot like most survivors. There was a big rusty kitchen knife next to her, which was the one he had threated him with. He didn’t want to stay out here long. She may have had friends. He threw the knife into the bunker; whose door was still open and dragged her body indoors and quickly slammed the door shut. He had to deal with her before she woke up. As quickly as he could, he lifted her up and put her face down onto a metal table, with her feet still on the floor. Rushing into his storage area, he pulled out some handcuffs he had scavenged from an abandoned police station. He never expected to actually use them. He took each wrist and tied it to the table leg and then repeated the process with her shins. She was now no longer a threat. He checked the periscope a few more times and still saw nobody else. It was his first chance to catch his breath.

“Oww…hey…what..what is going on?” he heard as he was looking out the periscope. She was waking up. He walked over to her and stood in front of her. Taking out his pistol, he cocked it and then put it to her temple.

“OK bitch. Is there anybody else out there with you? Tell me now!” He yelled at her.

“No…I swear. It’s just me. Please don’t hurt me.” She moaned.

“How did you know when I was going to leave? What was your plan?” He continued to yell.

“I saw the sign for sex and was going to knock on the door. But then, I thought I would just try and get the food from you. I was just going to take enough. I’ve been outside your door for almost a whole day waiting for you, just hiding in the corner. Please, I’m so hungry.”

“What is your name?” He asked.

“My…my name is Elisa.” She said between sniffles.

Troy took the gun away from her and holstered it. “You stupid dumb bitch. You could have ruined everything. All you had to do was trade me pussy for food and we would have both been happy.” He still had adrenaline going through him. He clearly had to be more careful. Looking her over, he finally realized that she was pretty hot. Kind of filthy, but under all that grime, pretty hot. Now he was both angry and horny.

He took her face in his hands and looked deep in her eye. “Bitch. I am going to teach you a lesson. Not to fuck with me. Soon, you are going to wish you offered me your pussy.” Troy walked over and picked up her rusty kitchen knife and held it up in front of her face.

“Oh please, don’t kill me. I swear, you will never see me again. Please don’t hurt me.” She started to cry.

“Don’t move.” He said to her menacingly. Pushing her head down onto the table, he slipped the knife under the back of her shirt. Sliding it up her body, he hacked away at the shirt until it was in half. He then cut further, until he was able to rip it right off her. She didn’t have a bra on, so was now topless, face down on the table. She was crying even harder now. Stepping behind her, he took the knife and slid it between her butt cheeks until it started to slice her jeans. It was much harder, but he hacked away at her jeans until they were just shreds on the floor. He stepped back and admired his work. She was handcuffed to the table wearing nothing but some ratty running shoes, socks and some dirty panties. She had very long legs and a muscular back. Skinny from lack of food. Her back arched every time she sobbed in fear.

He walked back out in front of her, so she could see what he was doing. He put his weapons to the side and started to take off his clothes. When he got to his underwear, his raging hard cock sprung out.

“Puh…puh..please…puh…please don’t hurt me” she continued to moan and sniffle.

“Bitch. You are going to learn a whole new level of hurt.” Troy walked purposefully behind her. Reaching his hand back, he swung it forward as hard as he could, smacking her on the ass. She yelled out due to the unexpected pain. Taking a firm hold of her panties with both hands, he started to pull back and up, actually lifting her body off the table, until the handcuffs stopped her ascent.

“Ow…ow…Ow!” and then her panties tore with a ripping sound and she fell back down onto the table with a thud.

He was so angry at her. “You fucking bitch. You thought you could rob me. You could have just offered me this” he said, running his finger along her pussy lips “and we would have been good. But you had to push your luck. And now, you get this.” He slowly took hold of her ass cheeks and spread them until he could see her brown little sphincter. She started to move her head back and forth, crying even more. Troy positioned the head of cock until it rested on the outside of her asshole.

“Just so you know…you asked for this.” With no remorse, he shoved his dick forward as hard and fast as he could, until he hit bottom and then held it there. Elisa was going crazy, arching her back, fighting the handcuffs on her wrists and ankles and crying out in sheer pain.

“OH MY GOD! TAKE IT OUT! Please…it…it hurts so much.”

Troy pulled out very slowly, giving her a moment of peace. He enjoyed watching her asshole gape for a second and then close back up. As soon as it did, he positioned himself back near the entrance and then shoved himself back in, as hard and fast as he could. There was more banging noises as she fought to get loose. He really enjoyed how she struggled. He could feel her ass trying to reject him, but he was not giving up. Instead, he enjoyed the how her tight ass felt and stroked her ass, legs and back. Reaching underneath, he took a hold of her breasts. They were actually bigger than he expected. They had been squished against the table, so he didn’t really see how nice they were till now. Pulling back, using her tits as handles, he shoved it back in, causing another round of screaming. With his left hand, he reached forward, took a firm hold of her hair and pulled her head back hard.

“You like being fucked in the ass bitch? This is your punishment for trying to…“ he paused for effect. Sliding back out, he thrust it back in, causing her to struggle all over again. “…trying to fuck me over.”

“Please…stop…go…please…slow down. I will do anything. Just please stop it.” She whimpered.

“You will do anything you say. Tell me you are a slut.” Still holding onto her hair like a leash, he pulled back, but this time thrust it in more slowly.

“I…I…am a…slut.”

He let go of her hair and her head flopped back down onto the metal table. He reached back and spread her ass cheeks again. Troy started to fuck her slowly, watching his dick slide in and out of her. Sliding back and forth, he was enjoying the feeling of her tight ass. Not only was she tight, it was really dry. He hadn’t used any lube and he could tell. It was a bit uncomfortable for him, but he couldn’t imagine how she felt. That gave him and idea. Troy pulled his dick out and watched her asshole slowly close. He walked back around until his cock stared at her in the face.

“Now listen her Elisa. In one minute, I am going to fuck you again in the ass. I will probably go harder and faster than I did before. It’s going to hurt like a motherfucker. But there is something that would make it go easier.”

She looked up at him, a trail of tears from her eyes.

“I want you to suck my dick. I want a wet and sloppy blowjob. If you do a good job, I won’t last as long in your ass. The wetter you get it, the easier it will be in your butt. That is the deal.” He said, bringing his dick just outside of her mouth.

“Oh god. It’s…it’s been in my butt. I…I…can’t.”

“Alright then, back to fucking your ass as hard as I can” he said, starting to turn away.

“No…no…wait. I…” Troy came back and positioned the head of his dick outside her mouth again. She reached her body forward a bit, opened her mouth and started to lick the underside of his dick.

“Oh god…it smells. “She said, with a slight gagging sound. It probably smelled like a combination of ass and body odour.

“Get to it already. I don’t have all day.” He said, tapping his foot.

She took the head of his dick fully into her mouth and started to suck gently. Opening her mouth, she tried to spit on his cock, but most of it just dribbled down her chin.

“Here, let me help you.” Troy slowly moved forward, sliding his dick into her mouth until it was about half way in. She wrapped her lips around and started to move back and forth as best as she could from her handcuffed position. Elisa was trying harder now to please him. He could also tell she was trying to make as much spit as possible to wet his dick. The room was filled with slurping and gagging sound as she tried to please him.