The Apocalypse
by Mecca
Inspiration:
[Setting: A bombed-out radio station]
Margaret Jo McCullen: Anyway, now that provisions are gone, we’ve had to improvise. And Willie’s been a real miracle worker.
Chef Willie Bouchet: Well thank you, Margaret Jo. It’s amazing what desperation can make you do. [sighs heavily]
Terry Rialto: Yeah, like the night I spent with those bikers in exchange for that packet of ketchup.Delicious Dish Skit, Saturday Night Live, December 11, 1999
Caroline took a breath. She stared at the five bikers who, seeing her wave her white flag, had come to a stop on this lonely highway. The sun was setting and it was quiet except for the still-running motors of the five leather-clad men and the chirping of cicadas. She knew she should speak up, but found herself swallowing her words.
“Well?” said the man who appeared to be the leader. He was the biggest guy and was riding in front. He had a shotgun on one side of his motorcycle and a pistol tucked in the holster located on the other side of his pants. His grey hair whipped in the wind. He looked like he meant serious business.
Caroline’s nerves wracked her body and she trembled from nervousness. She cleared her throat and spoke. “We need food and supplies. If you have some, we’re willing to trade.”
“What have you to trade?” yelled the leader, mildly interested.
Caroline sucked another breath and spit it out: “You can spend one night with me. That’s all we have to trade.” She looked back at April, who merely nodded.
The end of the world had been hard on Caroline and her friend April. They had made it out of the dangerous city intact and even found a nice abandoned farm located a mile off of the highway; close enough to the highway to make treks for supplies, but far enough to be secure from marauders. Since Caroline had been raised on a farm, it seemed perfect. She had the knowledge how to cultivate crops, securing a fecund food source for the two of them. But between the acid rain, drought, and especially cold winter, the crops had failed to provide enough food for the two of them. Two women with no resources on their own in the middle of nowhere had few options. It had come to this. This was the only way they could survive until the fall harvest.
The head biker finally smiled. “Hear that, Warriors?” he called back. “Tonight we have entertainment!” The rest of the bikers laughed and cheered. He mulled this proposition over in his head for a while, then responded. “It’s a deal. Except we want the Asian one instead.”
Both women were crestfallen. April, because it meant another night of sexual torment. Caroline, because she was failing to pull her weight.
April had serviced the last three groups of travelers that had come through this area. Sometimes it was groups of men, sometimes it was mixed groups. In each time, she had been the one to give up her body for the survival of the two of them. This time, the two of them had agreed, Caroline would be the one to offer herself for supplies. April had proposed it. Caroline had agreed with no qualms, understanding completely the sacrifices April had made recently. But, as it turned out, the men, given a choice, would always choose April because April was much more attractive.
Caroline was not an ugly woman. But she was 47 years old and had never been conventionally “hot.” Sure, she had lost 60 pounds in this crisis, but even her recent weight loss couldn’t make her teeth white, her skin clear, and eyes bright. When the world had gone to shit, she had no husband, no boyfriend, just a cat. She was lucky that her ex-coworker April had decided to seek shelter with her and she had no idea why April had decided to stick with her this long.
By contrast, April was a very attractive 27 year-old Asian woman, who had done some modeling in her teens. Even without makeup, she was still stunning with high cheekbones, smooth skin, and unusually large breasts for her frame. A friend had once referred to her as a “busty Jamie Chung” to a man she was trying to set April up with at the time. Currently, she was wearing jean shorts that showed off her long, smooth legs, as compared to Caroline’s practical pants.
April was thankful for Caroline, not only for her farm knowledge, but also for once getting medicine when April had gotten a nasty infection. It was true that April had done a lot of the heavy lifting recently, but the thought leaving Caroline had not even crossed her mind in the last few months.
That is, until this day. April’s lip quivered seeing that it was up to her to save the two of them again. The thought of just leaving with the bikers crept deftly into her mind against her will. She silenced this thought quickly, but it sprang up again. “She gets everything for nothing,” it said. “You do all the dirty work and get only half of the food.” April once again shushed these thoughts. Caroline had saved her life more than once. April was still paying off that debt. For now.
Caroline saw April’s apprehension. The Asian woman was crumpling into the bushes. She had to try harder.
“No,” said Caroline. “Just me.” She raised her chin aggressively and thrust out her chest to show her assets.
The head biker stopped smiling. He tilted his head, then looked back at his crew, who looked away from him. There was only one way the deal was going to work.
“We want the Asian girl,” said the head biker. “Or no deal. That’s final.” The women looked at each other, calculating their options. “You’re free to join, if you want,” one of the bikers in the back.
Caroline had failed again. There had to be another way. While she pondered ways to sweeten the deal, April spoke up.
“Okay,” she said, ignoring Caroline’s look of shock and fear. April walked in front of Caroline. “Just me. What do you have to offer?”
“Twenty cans of tuna. Three bottles of water.”
April stood stiff. Now the negotiations began. She had gotten less for more, but she found that the first offer was usually a lowball.
“Forty cans,” said April.
“Twenty,” growled the main biker. “That’s all we can afford to spend. Take it or leave it.”
April’s stomach growled audibly. This humiliated her and really undermined her negotiating power. Twenty would keep them alive for weeks. If they missed this chance, they might starve before another set of travelers willing to bargain might come along. There were no options, and her noisy stomach had probably alerted the bikers to their desperation.
“Deal,” said April.
The head biker smiled. His compatriots turned off their motors. He held his hand out for a shake.
“Ten cans and the water upfront,” said April, “or no deal.”
“Smart,” said the main biker. “Ruck.” A man evidently named Ruck fished the tuna and the water of a sack and handed them to April. April handed the goods to Caroline. “Deal?” he held out his hand again.
“Go,” said April. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Are you sure?” asked a worried Caroline. Not only had she broken her promise, but these deals were always risky for April.
April nodded. Caroline hugged April and headed home with her bag of goods. Someone needed to watch over the farm. What little they had could be taken by thieves or pests. April turned back to the main biker, who still had his hand extended.
“Deal,” she said, crossing her arms.
“Where I’m from, we shake on a deal,” said the head biker. Sighing, April stepped forward and shook the man’s hand. She looked back and Caroline was merely a shadow in the woods. April actually felt a bit better knowing that Caroline would soon be safe at home soon. While her night was just beginning, at least one of them would be spared the coming horror.
“Warriors,” called the leader. “Now that we have entertainment,” he beamed, “let’s make camp. It’s almost nightfall anyway. I see a clearing over there.”
The men all began pushing their bikes into the dense foliage that surrounded the highway. April followed the leader. The men began to converse about the day and the things they’d seen. April was silent, stowing away bits of courage for the night ahead.
The reached a glade big enough to hide their bikes from the highway. The trees weren’t terribly thick, but their bikes wouldn’t be readily visible from the highway unless someone was looking for them. Two men went inspecting the surrounding woods as the rest began unpacking belongings and setting up tents.
“So,” began the leader, turning to April. “I’m Nashville. Those there are Bones and Jackson. The men taking a piss are Ruck and Billy Jr. We’re the Bloodbourne Warriors.”
April nodded. “Nice to meet you,” she muttered. She lowered her eyes. She wanted to keep this all business. She’d do what she needed to do and leave in the morning.
“Do you have a name, cutie?” asked Nashville, oozing an oleaginous sort of charisma.
April was a bit turned off by his corniness. “April,” she said.
“April,” he repeated, his eyes lingering on her too long. He turned to his crew and said, “Hey guys, say hello to April!” The men all waved. “Now if you don’t mind, it’s been a long ride and I’ve got a date with the little boys’ bush.” Nashville headed off into the trees to the west, his silhouette moving towards the lowering sun. Ruck and Billy Jr came back to the clearing, and April, feeling useless, offered to help Jackson with one of the tents.
“I get to sleep in one of these, right?” asked April.
Jackson laughed. “Yeah, we won’t make you sleep outside.”
“Do I just…?”
“Just extend all of those rods and insert them into the little holes on the side,” directed Jackson.
“Got it.”
After a beat, Jackson broke the silence. “So… how are you enjoying the end of civilization?”
April laughed. “Oh, it’s fantastic,” she said sarcastically, “Every day is just a wonderful dream. Nothing but fucking rainbows and unicorns, that’s my life.”
“You too?” Jackson joked back. “Thought it was just me. I renewed my apocalypse subscription for 3 more years!”
April paused and looked him in the eye. “Do you know I haven’t shit in a working toilet in 6 months?” Jackson sucked in his lips and raised his eyebrows in a “wow” grimace. “Sorry,” she said. “TMI?”
“By all means, speak your mind.”
“I just miss the little things. I knew food and water would become huge issues, but every day is a new humiliation. Like just last night…”
“Wrong way-” Jackson interrupted.
“Come again?”
“You’re putting the rod in the wrong way.” Jackson grabbed her hands, then looked up, as if he had crossed a line. April smiled to put him at ease and he continued showing her how the rod was inserted into the hole in the tent canvas, guiding her hands. She actually blushed. Jackson genuinely was a pretty handsome man. A few of the men were. And he was a lot softer than she expected him to be.
“Right.”
“Anyway, carry on… Last night?”
“Oh! Last night I went to… use the bathroom and I stepped in poison fucking ivy.”
“Ah, that’s the worst!” griped Jackson. “The fucking worst.”
The group continued making camp and chatting casually about their current situation and how they hoped this temporary chaos would all end. The men were growing on April, especially Jackson, who reminded her of her late brother. Nashville still gave her the creeps. Bones was pretty weird, too. He hadn’t spoken a word to anyone all evening.
“Family meeting!” called Nashville. The men all went silent and formed a circle. Nashville looked at them all, scanning his group, as they stood watching him. April didn’t know what was happening, so she just watched the group quietly. Their leader stared them down, making eye contact with each man individually before he spoke.
“Ooh, ooh,” grunted Nashville. Like a primate.
“Oooh! Ooh!” called back Jackson.
“Ah! Ah!” yawped Ruck.
The men began grunting and chanting which grew into a chorus of yelling and screaming and waving of arms. Even Bones joined in. April quietly backed away from the circle. Eventually, it reached a crescendo and they all collapsed into laughing and smiling. April sighed in relief. It was some weird group ritual.
Night fell. The men didn’t make a campfire so they could stay hidden from the highway. It was a warm night, so a fire wasn’t necessary. Instead the five men and single woman sat in a circle around a dim lantern, planning the next day. Each one brought out something to eat, mostly jerky, but Nashville chewed on a granola bar. April was starving, and since they were all eating she had to make an attempt.
“Hey…” she playfully called to Bones. “Got more of that jerky?”
“Wasn’t part of the deal,” said Nashville. April lowered her head. After a minute, Jackson piped up.
“I got a little left over,” he said, handing April some jerky.
“Thank you.” She ravenously tore into it.
“Ha,” said Jackson. “She eats like Bones, the day that we found him.” The men shared a hearty laugh. Bones scowled at them, but eventually smiled along.
With the next day’s plans decided and their bellies full of dinner, there was only one thing left to do. The men one by one began looking at April.
Things had been going so well that April had sort of hoped that nothing would happen. However, it was clear by their hungry eyes that the men intended to follow through with the deal. She tried to avoid their glances by staring at the ground but it was clear what was about to happen next.
In her experience, it was best not to pretend it wasn’t happening. If she was going to get her cans of food, she would need to put out. No one did anything for free. Not anymore. She stood.
“Okay, rules,” started April, raising her hands. “Firstly, no anal…”
“No rules,” interrupted Nashville. He stood. “No rules, only steps. Step one, I’m going to fuck your mouth and squirt a pint of manjuice up your little shithole. Step two, I’m gonna give you to my boys to do whatever the fuck they like until the light of dawn shines on your tight little ass. Step three, I give you the rest of your food. You made a deal. And if you don’t like it, then you can always go home. But then we’ll be taking our cans back from your friend.”
It was quiet. The men were all looking at her, aside from Jackson who looked downward. April swallowed hard. She was surrounded by five muscular men who still had the rest of her food. She had no options here. She was going to have to play by their rules. She was going to have to let them get rough.
April nodded. It wouldn’t be the first time.
“C’mere,” said Nashville. He threw his weapons in his tent. “Kneel right here. Right in front of me.”
April walked slowly to the large man and knelt in the dirt. “Wait,” she said, her eyes moist with pre-formed tears. “Can we go somewhere a little more… private?”
“You want privacy from the guys who are about to gangbang you? Ha!” laughed Nashville. “How about this: none of you men better look at my cock, you bastards!” He turned back to April. “There you go. None of them are gonna watch. Now get busy.”
A couple of the men went to their tents. Bones and Ruck sat where they were, watching with interest.
April considered saying something about how she could make it better for him if they were in private. But he was right. It didn’t matter. In the lantern light she could barely see anyone’s face, anyway. She looked at Nashville’s zipper and mentally prepared herself for this moment.
“This dick isn’t gonna suck itself, ya know,” said Nashville.
“I just need a second!” shouted April. She sucked in a large breath and released it. Then she reached for his zipper.
April let her mind go elsewhere as she disrobed Nashville and put his limp cock in her mouth. It was hard to imagine other things since the taste of his cock was so ripe. Working showers were rare in this day and age, and clearly Nashville hadn’t stumbled upon one in quite some time. It was regrettably obvious that she was sucking cock and not, say, a lollipop. Nevertheless, she let her warm tongue snake around his filthy cock.
Nashville grunted and she felt him hardening. She blanked her mind and did what she knew he would like: creating a tight vacuum seal around his thick cock as she moved her head backwards, then sticking out her tongue to lubricate his meat as she proceeded forward on his gross dick. It clearly worked, he was rock hard in moments.
This was her life. Giving head to a tough old biker who was probably someone’s dad or even grandpa. Imagining she was doing something else. Securing the survival of her friend and herself. If she didn’t have to worry about Caroline, she could keep twice as much food. But she knew she shouldn’t think that way. By helping Caroline, a woman who probably couldn’t even trade her body for supplies, April was a hero.
“Attagirl. That’s a good girl.”
She sank her head all the way to his salt-and-pepper pubes, letting her tongue dance around his tumescent log. She had nearly cleaned all the stink off, so her task was now merely degrading and no longer offensive. Her mind drifted to the cans of tuna and whether it was albacore or not.
Nashville brought her back to reality as he jerked her head back. He had interlaced his fingers in her thick black hair and pulled her off of his cock. Why? Did she mess up? Nashville’s other hand pulled his balls out and April obediently opened wide.
Nashville, for his part, was in heaven. He hadn’t fucked a girl in weeks, so it was nice to be back into the saddle, so to speak. He looked down at April who was now juggling his balls in her mouth at his nonverbal request. This was the real reason he had pulled her off of his dick. Not to please his testicles, but so that he could get a good look at this young woman’s gorgeous face in the dim lantern light. Unlike the girl he had weeks ago, April was a true beauty. The kind of girl he would’ve dated before the apocalypse. Not just a whore to entertain the men for a night.
In these days, the living was hard and the women were hard-featured. Without makeup, fancy soaps, or even basic dentistry, women turned ugly real quick. So getting sucked by a pretty young girl like April was like getting sucked by a celebrity. He threaded his cock through her mouth again, skull-fucking her a bit. This was a great appetizer. Now it was time for the main course.
April stopped her slobbering when Nashville jerked her head back once more. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue to receive his balls again, but he began pulling her up to her feet.
“Why don’t you lean against that tree over there?” Nashville started walking to a tree in the distance that thankfully provided a little privacy from the men. She looked back to see Bones, Ruck, and even Jackson had been watching the show from behind. Ruck was rubbing himself over his jeans.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck, thought April. She wondered if she was safe and acknowledged that if they planned to kill her, there was little she could do about it. But without the food she was as good as dead anyway. She spoke to Nashville to get out of her own head.
“This one?” she said, pointing a wide hickory tree. Nashville nodded. “What do you want me to…?”
“Shh,” said the approaching man. She leaned against the tree, her hands resting on what would be the tree’s waist if it were a man. Her bare legs bristled at the rough wood. She closed her eyes and braced, but then opened them again to see what he was doing.
The silhouette of Nashville was just looking at her, his fully erect cock pointing at her threateningly. He finally stepped forward behind her and kissed her on the neck. She shivered at his touch. It was warm and she had missed the touch of a man, but she knew this man meant her harm. He kissed her on the other side of her neck and she felt tears coming. Not just because of her impending rape, but because of the warm feelings he was evoking in her. She knew this was natural and tried not to blame herself for it. Goosebumps rose across her flesh as he rubbed callous hands down her gorgeous legs.
April felt stupid, but out of desperation she felt the need to ask for mercy: “You don’t have to do this.” Nashville let out a genuinely shocked laugh and continued. “Can’t you just give me the cans and let me go?” she whispered.
The old biker didn’t dignify her silly requests with a response. He kept kissing and nibbling on her neck and face, his long beard tickling her skin. Her stomach twisted into knots, wishing he’d quit his intimate kissing, and at the same time, she hoped he’d continue and never get to the actual deed. His hands rose to the waist on her jean cutoffs and unbuttoned the fly. April held tight to the tree only moving her waist back so he could pull down her jean shorts.
Her panties had a couple of holes in them, which was a bit embarrassing, but she knew he couldn’t see them in the dark. This was no time to still feel shame anyway. She turned on the other April who was strong and didn’t mind getting fucked. Other April could get fucked by strangers while eating breakfast. She didn’t care. April had bawled the first time she was raped. Other April was so confident she looked Nashville in the eyes as he pulled her panties down, exposing her bare buttocks to the elements.
Nashville pulled a small packet out of his pocket before pushing his own jeans down. He tore it open and spread a paste down her crack and on her asshole. It smelled like mayonnaise. So he was telling the truth: he planned on fucking her ass. This was a terrifying thought. Or it would have been for April. Other April didn’t care. She’d taken plenty of cock in her ass before, what was one more?
Regardless of her posturing, April gasped and grunted when she felt the cockhead pressing against her wrinkled hole. She widened her stance as much as her panties would let her and stood on her tip toes. He pulled her down onto his cock, still painfully pressing his rod against her tight back hole. She whimpered and whined, trying not to say anything as Nashville poked, re-aimed and then poked at her butthole once more. Inadvertent tears fell down her face in frustration.
“Relax,” he said. April took a breath. And with a hefty thrust, he forced himself in. She could feel the cock move past her tight anal sphincter and, despite the lube, it hurt.
“Hunh!” she grunted. She pressed a desperate hand against his waist to slow him down. He smacked it away.
Other April was having a hard time. She was fully aware of the intruder in her rectum and she wanted it to stop. Not every stroke was painful, but there was no point at which she was okay or happy to have this man fucking her ass. She didn’t remember the cock feeling this big in her mouth. She felt like it was breaking her in two, and it wouldn’t be worth the food if she was dead. However, she held on, as Nashville fucked her pert buns as she prayed for him to cum soon.
Nashville took his time. This cute little vixen had gotten him hot and bothered and her anus had a tight grip on his cock. What’s more was that her crying and whimpering made it readily apparent that he was really in her asshole, and this was not some prosaic vaginal fuck. Vaginal was so boring and too pleasurable for the girl. Most girls wanted to get fucked in their pussy every now and then.
Anal was a different matter. Except for a few very kinky sluts, anal showed the level of a woman’s desperation. Nashville rarely had the chance to fuck a hot chick like April unless he raped one. But April was giving it up willingly—in her asshole, no less—because he had food and guns and power. She was going to suck and fuck him because of what he had. She would literally give him her everything because of how powerful he was. And there was nothing else in the world he wanted more right now than to feel a hot Asian girl’s innards massaging his dick while she cried. In this instant, he had everything. Complete and utter satisfaction.
April pressed him back again with her right hand. Nashville twisted her arm behind her back and continued fucking her deep up the ass.
Nashville used to vastly prefer vaginal before he realized how much his lovers hated it. Now all he could think about was how powerful he must be to make girls go through so much pain for something he controlled. It was bizarre, but he felt... invincible. Making everyone else weak by comparison.
But while he could have made himself cum by simply thinking about how she was going to avoid sitting down for a day, he preferred to drag out this moment. To memorize it and milk every mayonnaise-lubed thrust for what it was worth. He would need to recall this memory in the hard days ahead. The memory of young April’s ass would keep him steeled against all challenges. It would motivate him to survive. He slowed his stroke and ground his meaty dick in her deeply. He wanted her to feel every thrust, every vein on his cock.
Despite his intentions, he was going to reach his conclusion soon. Nashville grabbed a fistful of her hair and a fistful of her cunt as he bucked his orgasm into her. Two fingers in her cunt massaged his dick with every jizz-spewing thrust. She yelped with his transition to this position and gave out a staccato yell as he came.
“Aah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ahhh!” she cried.
Finally, Nashville stopped all movement to make sure every last drop of his seed was spent. He stumbled backwards, a quiet “slurrrp” sounding as he fell out of her ass. He was done.
April was just getting started. She didn’t think about that; she only thought about recovery as she leaned against the tree, finally enjoying a rest as her asshole shuttered closed and open. Before she was ready, Nashville grabbed an arm and pulled her back towards camp. With her panties still around her ankles, she tripped and fell.
“C’mon, girl.”
April took her time in getting up and pulling up her shorts and, again, before she was ready, he was pulling her through the forest. They arrived by the lantern and the four men were ready and waiting. Only Jackson avoided her gaze.
“She’s all yours,” said Nashville. “I got first watch.” He took his weapons from his tent and stood at the edge of the clearing, looking at the highway, but also occasionally looking back at the rest of his men.
April felt dazed and couldn’t even think about the come currently dribbling out of her asshole as she looked at the four men in the dim light. She wanted more recovery time but knew she wouldn’t get it. Bones, still sitting, pulled his dick out of his pants. She knew she’d have to suck him. Her mouth suddenly felt very dry.
“Could I get a water?” asked April.
“Maybe when I have to piss,” said Ruck, laughing. April frowned, but then Jackson tossed her a bottle of water. She drank it quickly.
“Thank you,” she said between gulps.
April finished the bottle and stared down at the sitting men, empty bottle in hand. There was a beat. Again, there was a silence before anyone made a move. Bones smiled creepily, stroking his large cock. Ruck stood first, smacked the bottle out of her hand and pushed April down to her knees. He opened his fly and pulled April’s face to her cock.
“Naw, naw, naw,” said Billy Jr. “Strip her first. These clothes are all in the way.” Ruck, already enjoying the comforts of April’s mouth, just looked back at Billy. April, already in Hell, refused to do more than she was explicitly asked. She sucked on Ruck, with the tiniest hope she could do them one-by-one.
Billy pulled April to her feet. Ruck sighed and let him continue for the moment. Billy stripped off April’s jacket, shirt, and undershirt to expose her C-cups. “Fucking nice,” Billy remarked and began sucking them.
Ruck was upset his blowjob was interrupted and not continued, so he stripped April’s bottom half while she stood and had her nipples sucked.
Billy’s nipple play actually felt pretty nice, and April ignored Ruck’s removal of her jean shorts and panties, stepping out only when Ruck tapped her leg. She looked down at Billy Jr. once more. And recognized him.
It was quite a change. In high school, he’d been her math teacher, but he was clean shaven with short hair. Now he had long bangs that covered his face and a short beard. But his olive complexion, green eyes, and jagged smile were the same.
“Ooh, nice bush,” remarked Billy Jr., pulling away from her breasts. “I know most guys hate pubes, but I’m so fucking glad that razors are scarce now.”
“Mr. Braddock?” she asked. Billy Jr looked up from crotch.
William Braddock Jr. looked at April. “Huh,” said Billy. “April Chu.” He stepped back. April smiled.
“You two know each other?” asked Ruck. He was kneeling behind April with a shocked expression.
“In a previous life,” answered Billy, staring directly at April. As young teacher, he’d only been ten or fifteen years older than her. She hadn’t been into him or anything, though some of her friends had.
“Small world,” she said. She was happy to see someone she had known from the old world. And she knew that at least he wouldn’t be able to fuck her, having known her as a teenager. It would be too weird. A small reprieve. Maybe he could even get her out of here.
“Yeah,” said Billy. He looked down at Ruck who looked uncertain. Billy just smiled, caressed her face, and pulled her into a reluctant kiss.
April was shocked. How could he-? But he had known her when she was young and innocent. How could he continue? She bit her lip as he pulled away.
“I always wanted you,” said Billy, kissing her again. Ruck, seeing that everything was fine, resumed fingering April and softly biting the round cheeks of her bottom. “This is destiny,” added Billy.
This shock was too much for April to take. She didn’t understand what was happening at all. Why wouldn’t Mr. Braddock treat her differently after realizing their connection? What was going wrong? Was he always a creep?
This was regular April asking questions from a regular time. Other April knew she was meat for any man to fuck, as long as he had the goods. Other April was starting to enjoy Ruck’s fingers. And even though regular April was screaming no, other April was pretty happy about Billy Jr.’s soft lips.
Billy lied down in the dirt and pulled April down on top of him. She felt Billy’s cock finally inside of her. She still didn’t like anal, but vaginal sex felt sooo good. She felt Ruck eating her ass, which was okay, she guessed, and a dick appeared before her, so she put it in her mouth. She looked up and saw Bones’s creepy smile. She was about to be filled in all of her holes, and only Jackson was missing. She looked towards his tent. He was watching and jacking off. She supposed that was sufficient.
She felt a pain in her ass. Ruck was pressing his dick against her browneye and she worried that lube might be running low. She pulled the cock out of her mouth and asked “Do you have any lube?” A slap came across April’s face and her mouth was full of cock once more. It was fine. Between the mayonnaise and Nashville’s come, there was sufficient lubricant for Ruck’s dick to slide into her asshole.
“Suck it,” said Bones. She tried her best to focus on licking and sucking Bone’s cock, but Ruck was much bigger than Nashville. With Ruck jamming his dick in her tailpipe, it hurt too much to focus. She received a few more slaps for her lack of attention. Bones literally took her work into his hands as he started to skullfuck her. At the same time, Ruck finally got balls-deep into her ass. April was airtight. She cried and moaned on Bone’s cock as the three men worked her over. She cried because it hurt, but also because it felt good. With the cock in her pussy working its magic and Billy Jr.’s talented mouth teasing and pleasing her nipples, she was getting wet. And when she got used to having Ruck up her asshole, she felt nothing but pleasure in the moment. That was a problem for regular April, who still was vaguely aware of what was happening; hence the tears. She strongly felt she should not being enjoying this.
Other April, seeing that regular April was still hanging around like a nuisance, indulged herself further in the erotic nature of these scene. April grabbed Bones by his buttocks and thrust herself on his cock, taking him deep, deep, deep all the way down her throat. With his hard dick on her tonsils and his hairy balls spread across her drooling chin, she hummed along to the music of the sucking, fucking, moaning and groaning. Regular April was gone.
April was glad it her who was here instead of Caroline. Caroline had never traded her body for sex and April knew she would not be able to enjoy it. While she would rather be somewhere else—really anywhere else—this was fine. And while in some ways it felt like a rape, it also made her feel really good. She hadn’t gotten fucked in so long, it was nice to pop a few orgasms on some hard dicks, even if they belonged to old men who weren’t concerned about her pleasure. It was difficult to explain.
Still, she was mildly impressed with herself. She was able to please three men at the same time. They wanted her and desired her more than the life-giving sustenance they were giving up to be with her. In this era of starvation, that was not nothing. In fact, it made her feel quite sexy. She pulled away from Bones’s drenched cock to say one word to Ruck: “Harder.” She went back to licking Bones’s cock.
Ruck was a little shocked at April’s new attitude, but tried to indulge her request, switching the knee he was kneeling on and rapidly fucking her asshole in the new position. This threw off Billy Jr.’s rhythm but he was too happy with April’s hip movements and moaning to complain. He had entered her when she was reluctant and her pussy was dry. Now each stroke of his hips made a “gluck” noise because of her drenched cunt gripping his dick. His back was killing him though.
“Let’s switch up,” suggested Billy Jr, but his voice was drowned out by April cumming on the two dicks double penetrating her. She moaned like a porn star as good vibrations spread throughout her body. Like clockwork, Ruck started to cum and slammed into her tight shitter with quick strokes. With a series of clap-clap-claps against her little booty, her bowels were basted once more with a man’s come.
“Fuuuuuuuuck,” grunted Ruck.
April was disappointed as Ruck withdrew himself from her greedy anus. Her disappointment was forgotten as she saw Jackson approach timidly, his huge dick in his hands. April smiled at him to let him know it was okay. She wanted his cock. She needed his cock. Her hand slid gracefully onto Jackson’s cock, displacing Jackson’s hand, all the while she sucked on Bones’s balls. Jackson tilted his head back in ecstasy and any reservations he once had were gone.
Jackson didn’t want to take advantage of anyone. But when it came down to it, Jackson was still a man; a man with needs. And from the moment he’d seen her standing with her friend on the side of the freeway he had needed—needed—to get his dick wet in her slick pink lips. First the ones on her head, and then the ones between her hips. He had tried to deny himself for hours, a difficult task in an era of no consequences.
Back before the apocalypse he denied himself for decades, living a life of quiet desperation as foxy female fuckmeat drifted through his life, unmolested. Jackson had worked with models, an interesting decision for a man who barely trusted himself to be alone with beautiful women, but a rewarding occupation nonetheless. He had constant exposure and considerable access to young gorgeous women, many of whom trusted him immediately. Jackson would memorize their features, the way the looked when dressing in outfits he picked, and the feel of their warm flesh when posing them for the cameraman. He’d recall the sensations of these temptresses when masturbating alone at night. But he had touched nary a one inappropriately. In front of friends and family he loudly chastised those who had, while silently admiring their bravery and envying their experiences. But in that world of consequences, he had behaved.
Jackson strongly believed that, even in these times, people had a moral duty to act as they did before. But he found himself compromising his morals to survive over the last few months. He made allowances, especially after joining up with Nashville and his crew where a certain brutish masculinity was demanded. While he had argued with himself over this unfair trade all night, April’s smile had terminated his apprehensions. He would give himself to hedonism. He deserved this.
April eagerly jerked and sucked Bones and Jackson alternately and was genuinely happy that Jackson, someone she’d had a connection with had joined the fray. April flipped over at Billy Jr.’s request and let him hump her with her legs up while Bones and Jackson tried to figure out the best way to use her mouth. Bones disappeared as Jackson sat backwards on her face. She wormed a tongue up Jackson’s asshole, finally able to give back some of the anal love she had been given. She loved eating Jackson’s ass. It was clear by his grunts how much he enjoyed it as well. And his dick had gone from thick to rock hard with her making out with his hairy ass.
The group reconfigured once more after Bones complained that no one was using her butt. With Bones on the bottom and in her bottom, Billy Jr. still in her dripping cunt and Jackson’s dick and ass in her face, she was finally getting three-hole action once more. “Fuck me!” she screamed, muffled by Jackson’s asscheeks on either side of her mouth. “Fuck me!”
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” gasped Billy Jr.
“Don’t cum in my pussy,” said April. As cumdrunk as she was, she still remembered that much. Billy Jr. pumped her pussy for a few more strokes then shot hot cum over her chest and stomach. April resumed rimming Jackson without missing a beat.
The orgy continued all night. Ruck and Nashville came back to spill some more seed and April lost track of how many times the men had cum and in which holes they had used.
At dawn, only two men were still up. Jackson sleepily kept watch as Ruck fucked April’s ass a few meters away from the camp site. April lay bent over a large mossy log, limp as a wet rag. She patiently waited for Ruck to finish using her abused pooper. She was tired and this was no longer fun.
Ruck smacked April across her bruised asscheeks. “C’mon, fuck me back,” he complained. April groaned but didn’t move. Ruck sighed, “I can’t cum like this.” He slid his half-chub dick out of her bottom and stumbled away.
The men gave April some water to clean herself up a bit. She looked like shit, though some of the men didn’t look much better. It had been a long, messy night. She redressed, and thankfully her clothes covered up some of the bruises.
“Ain’t you look rode hard and put away wet,” commented Nashville, taking down his tent. April was too tired to think of a clever response. Instead, she was saddened with the realization that she hadn’t gotten to sleep in a tent.
“Well, I think I more than honored the deal,” she said in a deadpan voice. She looked quite a bit like a strong breeze would knock her down.
Nashville looked at her and nodded. “I agree wholeheartedly.” He continued disassembling.
Disappointed by his inaction, April continued, “So if I could get my ten cans, that would be great.”
Nashville stopped fiddling with the tent and stood. His height and massive muscles made an impression, especially as April was in this state. April was a thin girl who was tired and sore and who hadn’t slept in 24 hours. Nashville was a renegade biker with a few good hours of sleep. If he wanted to walk away with her cans of tuna, he could. She could see he was mulling it over, as a smile grew on his face. Jackson watched the standoff with apprehension.
April was not intimidated. She had nothing left to lose, including her life if she didn’t secure that food. She gritted her teeth in anger and balled her fists. “You made a deal!” she screamed at him, eyes red and furious.
“I’m just messing around,” smiled Nashville. “Ruck give her the goods.” As soon as April got her cans, she crammed a few in her pockets and slowly walked away with the rest before Nashville could change his mind.
“A pleasure doing business with ya,” called Nashville to her. “Let’s do it again sometime!” April didn’t turn around.
Bruised and tired, April made the trek back to the farm. She wished she had remembered to bring her backpack, as it was hard to hike with arms full of tuna cans, but she hadn’t expected to be part of the bargain. She would always expect it from now on. Maybe she’d get lucky next time and the traders would prefer white girls to Asian girls. Maybe she would have something to actually trade aside from her body.
Upon reaching the farm’s gates, Caroline ran out to receive her. Caroline held her in a deep embrace, thankful for April’s sacrifice and for April’s fortune to make it back okay. She began to cry, even though she had already spent the night crying in guilt and fear. At last, April began to cry, too.
Caroline scanned the bruises on April’s body, some of them the accidental results of fucking on the ground, others the results of fucking wild men who liked it rough. “Those monsters,” she whispered and resumed hugging April.
The end of the world had made monsters and victims of everyone. And April was not purely a victim these days. She’d stolen, lied, and betrayed to get where she was now: alive and the co-owner of her own farm. The original owner of the farm was no longer a problem. April had not been the victim in that transaction. And while she felt currently like she was the victim of an unfair trade, Nashville and his buddies were not the ones who created the situation that made the trade necessary. Nor did those men force her to make the trade. Her own monster pushed her to violate her body and her own moral code to make the trade, rather than continuing to take her chances at scavenging. She had betrayed herself, once again, for the certainty of knowing where her next meal would come from. She had herself to blame for her own victimization. She was the victim of her own monster.