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  BRUTAL PACT

  Dangerous Company #1

  by

  Claudia Balvenie

  Cover Art by

  photovova

  @claudiabalvenie

  claudiabalvenie.com

  Copyright 2014.

  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

  Gwen awoke buried under dead bodies.

  She wasn't sure when she'd been knocked unconscious, sometime in the beginning of the big battle. Her people had held out after the collapse for months. They'd found an old library and fortified it. They'd scavenged for food and built up stockpiles. Despite the breakdown of society and the undead that prowled the streets, they had lived!

  Yet a theory became prevalent in their small society. Her people believed that there had to be some method to bring the zombie hordes back to their previous life. Their scouts would bring stories back from other cities that one community or another had done it. They said that if you would run electricity through the brain of the undead you could shock them back to life. If you could burn each of their toes in a specific sequence, they would remember life again. If you could just apply this potion of kudzu and lemon to the small of their backs then surely they would heal!

  Neither science nor sorcery could bring them back, Gwen knew. When the outbreak first began she'd been alone with her husband. He turned, she did not. She stared into his eyes and knew nothing of the man she'd loved was left. That made it easy to bash his head in when he tried to attack.

  Gwen would do anything to survive.

  She loved being alive, even in the insanity of the last few months. When she thought of the odds simply of her egg being fertilized and the person she was being born, she was blown away. Others would fall into a dark depression after what they'd seen in this new world. Many even killed themselves deliberately or by making foolish mistakes in their mental fog. Gwen believed that she owed it to herself to fight tooth and nail for every extra moment she had to live.

  That's why the actions of her colony were so frustrating. She could understand the longing for their lost loved ones. She could even understand holding out hope that a cure for whatever was killing them could be found. Logically though, these were people with holes in their heads or their skin falling off. She seriously doubted kudzu and lemon was going to reverse that.

  Gwen was the loudest voice of protest when the council decided to stop killing the undead who attacked their library. The elders proclaimed that the zombies would simply keep going once they realized that they could not get past the fortifications. She argued that that worked when there were ten or fifteen, but if more began to gather, what would happen then?

  Emotion outweighed logic. She was the only dissenting vote. So began her watch atop the roof, as more and more of the undead crowded around the walls, wandering, probing for a way in. Every day more arrived. Never did she see any leave, despite her diligent watch.

  Finally the siege began.

  The fortifications held, for a while. There were just so many bodies. They began to pile on top of one another using each other as a ladder to the roof. Her people had never bothered to fortify up there, never dreaming that the brainless monsters could find a way up.

  She did what she could shooting repeatedly into the mass of dead flesh. But she was overwhelmed. The mass swarmed over her and down into the library.

  That was the last thing Gwen remembered. She slowly extracted herself from the mass of bodies. She wasn't sure in the gore what was a previously undead or a newly dead. So far, nothing was moving.

  She checked her body carefully. Content that she had not been bitten, she began to search for survivors. She recognized a few of the newly made bodies, but not all. However, she found nothing moving that should have been.

  It was disheartening, but she would not give up. Her life was too important to her. She grabbed her go bag and filled up a second one with food. She would simply have to survive, like she always had.

  CHAPTER 2

  The first week on her own was difficult. She was fine as far as preparation, however she struggled with her conflicting emotions. She felt guilt that so many others had to die, even if it was a result of their own foolishness. She felt elation that she had survived. The two were at war in her brain and making her slow.

  She'd found a small motel room and set up camp. She had plenty of food, and strangely enough, the water still ran. With the sofa pushed against the door sideways, and the chest of drawers against the window she was finally able to relax enough to sleep. Though it was nothing special, it had been perfect for her needs.

  She realized her mistake too late. The room was great for keeping out zombies, but a magnet for other humans.

  A rough knock sounded at the door. A deep voice pierced the silence of her sanctuary.

  “Open up in there! We know you're home!”

  She said nothing, simply dove into the bathroom, clutching her shotgun. She was out of bullets.

  Again the pounding against the door.

  “Alright, we're coming in!”

  A shotgun blast smashed through the top of her door. She dove into the tub. She could hear something smashing into the cheap wood of the door.

  “Look, buddy, we just want your supplies. Give us your shit and we'll leave you to it.”

  A second masculine voice laughed from behind. “Yeah, man, we don't want to kill you, just rob you! Come on out, eh?” She could hear them crawling through the broken door into her room.

  She shook her head. Robbing her would be nearly the same thing as killing her. She had to bluff.

  She hefted her shotgun in front of her and jumped out of the bathroom. “Nobody move!” she shrieked, terror in her voice.

  Both men put up their hands. One was tall, thin, with long dirty hair. He was armed to the teeth. A low whistle escaped his lips as he looked her over from head to toe, mentally undressing her. The other was muscular, shorter, and bald. Neither looked as though they'd showered in quite a while.

  “Guns on the ground” she commanded.

  Both slowly complied, though she could see them exchange a look. Both were grinning far too much for her taste.

  “Now, missy, you don't want to hurt anybody, do ya?” The tall one said.

  She ignored him. “Knives too, all your weapons, on the ground.”

  They did as she asked, but they seemed to be humoring her. That made the fear creep up her spine. Why? What else was going on?

  The tall man began to move towards her, one step at a time. She swiveled the shotgun to face him. He kept talking as he approached.

  “Come on now missy. You don't want to use that thing.” Another step. He was too close. She knew about the six foot rule but what could she do?

  “Stop right there. You boys are going to leave your weapons and head on out of here.”

  The bald one chuckled. “Now why would we do that?”

  Another step. He was within range. “Come on now, missy, you know you haven't shot a real human before. Harder than it looks.”

  He stepped even closer, so that the barrel was against his chest. His grin was cruel.

  “Go on then. Shoot me. If you dare.”

  He had called her bluff. She tried to pull the trigger, knowing nothing was going to happen.

  All at once he jerked the barrel away from her and grabbed her by a fistful of her hair. He tossed the gun to his compatriot and yanked her into the room proper, fin
ally tossing her on the mattress roughly.

  “Knew you couldn't do it, girlie.” All at once he was on top of her, straddling her. He pinned both her arms in one large, rough hand.

  The bald one had opened up her shotgun and peered inside. He chuckled. “Bitch ain't got any bullets.”

  The long haired fellow's piercing blue eyes stared into her own. She could feel him growing and pressing against her, as he straddled her. Yet again her body offered conflicting emotions, fear and desire. She turned her head.

  Roughly he grabbed her jaw and turned her back to face him. “You were really gonna shoot us? There aren't enough humans left to just waste one another. What is wrong with you, girl?” Roughly he shook her face.

  The other one had collected his weapons back and moved to stand next to the bed. He stared down at her for a long moment, then looked back to his friend.

  “Alright Clark. What do you want to do with her?”

  Clark's dark, stringy hair covered his face. The hand that held her jaw tight released, and slowly trailed down her long neck, all the way to her full breasts. He cupped one and squeezed. Then his hand moved to her nipple and pinched it savagely.

  She shrieked and immediately his hand went back to her face. He smacked it once. It was not hard, but simply surprising. Her eyes widened in fear.

  “Stupid Bitch. You'll bring all the zombies down on us. Keep it quiet!” He hissed.

  “Clark...” the other man persisted. He licked his lips, as if his throat had gone dry.

  “What, Ed, What?” He finally pulled away from staring at her prone body.

  Ed sighed then, and lay a hand upon Clark's shoulder. “We're robbers, man. Not...” his eyes went over her body, and his voice cracked a bit when he spoke. “Not this.”

  For a long moment as she gazed into Clark's eyes, the darkness of his lust very visible in them, she wondered if “this” was exactly what he was. Finally he nodded and released her hands. Ed picked his pistol back up from the floor and kept it trained on her while Clark stood up. He turned away from both of them for a moment, collecting himself. Ed's gaze never left hers as she slowly sat up, saying nothing.

  Finally Clark moved into her bathroom, gathering up both of her bags. He nodded once to Ed and they backed towards the door.

  She couldn't let them get away with it. Those supplies were all she had. They were the way she was going to survive this wasteland. She had to do something drastic if she wanted to stay alive and healthy.

  “Wait...”

  CHAPTER 3

  Both heads turned toward her. Ed glanced to the open door, but kept his gun trained on her.

  “Why did you do that? Don't you have women with your group..?” she asked, trailing off.

  Clark shook his head. “Ain't seen a girl in three or four months. Least not one that was still breathing.”

  She moved to the edge of the bed, a plan forming in her mind. “Well, perhaps we could reach some sort of compromise, hmm?”

  Ed's eyes flicked to Clark's. Clark had a hungry look returning to his face. “What are you suggesting?”

  She tried to play up the harmlessness. “Well, I can't easily survive with you two taking all my stuff.” She slowly stood, trying to exaggerate the femininity. Being seductive wasn't really her thing but they hadn't seen a woman in months. It'd probably work.

  “Maybe we can work out an arrangement.” She began to take a couple of steps closer to Clark, just as he had her before.

  He licked his lips and let his eyes once more roam her form. Next to them, Ed was puzzling it out, trying to put a name to it.

  “So you want to be, what, a sex slave?”

  She never took her eyes from Clark's. He was clearly the one in charge. “Slave? If you wish me to be subservient, then I can do that. But I will expect for you and your people's protection. I want food, shelter, a share of the prizes.”

  “The man we follow, he's kind of, well, intense. He might want to really make you a sex slave.”

  She slowly reached out and ran her hand down Clark's shoulder. He had yet to speak on the matter.

  “Whatever it takes. I simply want my share and the freedom to leave, unmolested, if it comes down to it.” She raised her hand to Clark's cheek and cupped it. “If you need to be rough, be rough. I'm a tough girl and I like a man who goes after what he wants. Whips and chains, fine. But if I think you guys aren't capable of keeping me safe, I will find another group that can.”

  She leaned forward, her lips millimeter's from Clark's. “Think you can pitch that to your leader?”

  Clark didn't need any more persuasion. He pushed her down to her knees and began to unbuckle his belt. Ed began to protest.

  “What are you doing? We have to clear this with the group!”

  Clark turned to him and literally growled. He freed his dick from his zipper and it sprang to life, long and thick, already bulging purple. “She'll get what she wants. I'll make sure of it.”

  She knelt before him, her eyes searching his. He slowly stroked his monster above her, finally bringing it down to run it along lips. She could tell how over engorged he was, the skin was stretched tightly.

  “Won't last long, girlie. Been a very, very long time.” With that he reached down and grabbed her jaw, roughly pulling it apart and stuffing his head in. He clearly had not forgotten how it worked as he pushed himself in, deeper and deeper, until he hit the back of her throat. A soft sound of protest escaped her lips but he ignored it.

  “Sorry girlie, this is not going to be fun for you.” She could feel a shudder inside his cock already as he began to thrust back and forth inside of her. He gripped her hair with his free hand and jerked her head back, lengthening her canal so he could force more of himself down her throat. Already his breathing was ragged. He thrust himself as far as he could, then stopped, throwing his head back and taking a few deep breaths.

  She decided to show him her worth. As much as he might have desire to keep going, she knew that the best ticket to her survival was to make her body as exciting to him as it was the others. To that end she began to caress the underside of his dick with her tongue, stimulating him even as he struggled to stay still.

  Another growl escaped his throat. He gripped her hair even harder and started pumping in and out of her in earnest. Over and over he thrust himself as deep as he might, and she struggled to keep herself loose and allow him as much access as he needed. He fell into a quick rhythm, brutally forcing down her throat.

  She decided it was time to push him over. While he was as deep as he could reach, she began to suck. He noticed immediately. It became more difficult for him to pull himself all the way out, and thrust himself back in. Judging by his reaction, it became more pleasurable as well. The rhythm fell away leaving only slamming in, hard. He kept her still by the hand buried in her hair and the balls smashing into her chin.

  It was too much for him then. She felt a shudder down the entire length of his cock as he buried himself fully inside of her. A shot hit her esophagus, coating it all the way down, before a second and a third followed after. He kept her still as the brutal last thrusts hit, and he emptied his balls all the way down into her stomach.

  Spent, he finally pulled his still hard dick out of her mouth. “Clean it off,” he commanded.

  She did as he asked, swallowing every drip.

  He rubbed her head possessively then wandered into the bathroom for a towel. He cleaned himself off and tucked himself in before finally speaking to Ed.

  For his part, Ed had held the gun on her the entire time. Looking down she could tell though, his mind was completely not on guard duty.

  Clark slowly took the gun from Ed's hand and nodded his head. “I'll watch her, buddy. You go ahead and do whatever you want.”

  “Whatever I...” he trailed off.

  Clark nodded. “That's the deal.”

  Ed ran a hand over his bald head, as if he'd once had a ton of hair there. He seemed nervous, but she simply knelt on the ground, waiting
.

  Finally he worked up the courage. He wandered over to her and unbuckled his own belt. He fumbled around a bit and finally pulled out the thickest dick she'd ever seen. She looked up at him, astonished. Taking a page from Clark, he began to push the thick head into her mouth.

  Clark had settled into the nearby office chair. He took a swig from a canteen and lazily held the pistol on her. She knew that Clark was already on her side, she need only convince Ed.

  Though he was hard, he still seemed uneasy about what he was doing. She kept her eyes trained up on him, trying to convey that she wanted this, that it excited her. It took her reaching between her still clothed pants and massaging herself before he began to believe it.