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  Used by the Mutants

  The Mutants #2

  by

  Claudia Balvenie

  @claudiabalvenie

  claudiabalvenie.com

  Cover: VNF Shelia Fonts, Melma Cracked Fonts, Dust Serif Fonts, Destroy Fonts, palatovskistudio

  Copyright 2015.

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

  All characters are above the age of 18

  CHAPTER 1

  I sat bolt upright in bed, confused.

  I struggled to put the pieces together. What had I done last night? It wasn't like me to sleep this deep. Not since the world ended, that is. I'd learned the hard way that I could only trust myself. Sleep was a luxury, one I could not afford.

  I buried the panic that was rising in my throat. Logic, not instinct, is what had kept me alive these last few months. So I simply had to solve this puzzle, step by step.

  First, I needed to figure out where I was. The room was murky and dark, only a small amount of sunlight passing through a rotting plank. But my eyes would adjust. I could at least make out what I'd woken up in. It wasn't a typical bed, although after the flea-ridden mattresses I'd slept in over the years, I wasn't surprised by that. There were numerous ragged blankets piled in a heap, surrounded by pillows that lined the whole pallet in a circle. But the blankets weren't arranged like they were pulled over the sleeping individual, instead they were stomped down. It reminded me almost of a nest...

  A nest? I jerked to my feet, but was stopped mid motion. Something was around my neck, preventing me from reaching my full height. I groped around until I found it, a heavy chain. I traced it up to my neck, feeling the heavy weight of a collar attached there. And at the front, a lock.

  OK so I had been captured. So many months of being alone, and finally I'd failed. Something had outsmarted me. And any hope I'd had of it being another human was driven away by the nest that I woke up in. If my jailer had not been mutated, maybe I could reason with them. But now?

  I don't know why I was surprised. It had been ages since I'd seen an unmutated human. Now everyone that still lived took on other animalistic characteristics. Those who survived the change were simply better than mere humans – stronger, faster, more dangerous. They banded together with others who were similar, wolves with wolves, jaguars with jaguars, gators with gators.

  Gators... that brought on a hazy memory. I remembered I'd been stalking the Rok'Mai tribe. They were the worst of scavengers, a group of terrifying were-reptiles that picked the countryside clean. Anything they could use, not just for their own subsistence but for trade, became theirs. I'd had enough of an empty belly, and was going to take some back for myself. I'm small, fast and stealthy. I remember sneaking into their camp...

  And that's where everything goes fuzzy.

  I traced my fingers down the heavy steel chain. At the end was a metal loop that had been screwed directly into the floorboard. I yanked on it, testing. It wouldn't budge. I tried to unscrew it, with similar results. I wrapped the chain around my hands twice, using my feet to brace myself this time. I used every ounce of my strength, and was rewarded with the slightest movement of the board.

  Things were looking up! I turned then, deciding to try another approach. I lay the chain cross my shoulders, digging into my skin, using my upper body to help with leverage.

  I was counting myself down for another push when the door slammed open.

  CHAPTER 2

  The chain fell from my grip and I put a hand over my eyes to protect from the bright sunlight.

  The shadow that darkened the doorway was wider than any human male, and so tall he'd have to stoop to get inside. A darkly possessive chuckle filled the room at my predicament.

  “You know you can't break free, my pet. Why do you insist on tearing up your hands?”

  I looked down at my palms, confused. As he stepped inside the room, he let the sunlight in. I was able to see more clearly, see what had happened to my body. I was bruised up, it was true, but strangely clean. Cleaner than I'd been in months. I tentatively reached upwards, even my hair had been freshly washed.

  The man had confidently entered my cage, as if he'd no worries that I might fight back. That too was odd. Both my hands were free. I could at least attempt an attack. I suppose he trusted his overwhelming strength – not incorrectly. He set down a tray of fruits and vegetables before me, a feast in truth. My eyes darted from the food up to him. I thought I remembered him somewhere deep in my mind.

  He was obviously of the Rok'Mai tribe, his body a blending of human and alligator. He stood tall and muscular, but nearly every inch of his body was covered in scales. His face had an elongated snout, a strong jaw, and enough sharp teeth that I knew he could rip my bones in two. The mutation had added greatly to his strength, evident by the massive muscles that lined his body. It wasn't like a man who'd spent too much time in the gym. It was obvious that he could lift cars, leap huge distances. With such size, I knew he'd have a hard time finding clothing, which is why many of their type didn't bother with it. But this man still wore a pair of cut off shorts. I felt my eyes drawing there, to what was covered. With my gaze, I could make out his most intimate part, straining against the denim.

  But I wouldn't let my fear overwhelm me. I forced myself to look upwards, into his eyes.

  I spoke, my voice hoarse. “Who are you?”

  He laughed again then, a thread of cruelty lacing through the sound. He slowly lowered himself in front of me, though he was so large that even that made him tower above me. One massive hand, ending in thick claws reached forward, slowly running through my hair, possessively.

  “Our doctor said this might happen. You do not remember last night?”

  I shook my head.

  “You had a very...” he searched for the correct word... “industrious evening, my pet. So much that we believed you might be... sore, afterwards. So you drank a bit of a concoction. Seems it removed some of your short term memory.”

  I frowned, going over his explanation in my head. Something seemed wrong. He didn't seem surprised by this turn of events. “I don't understand, why would you want to remove my memories?”

  “Oh, I didn't. It was a complete surprise.”

  I knew he was lying. But why? That was the real question. I'd have to find another line of questioning.

  “Why am I chained here?”

  “You don't remember that either?” He sighed dramatically. “You made a bargain with me last night. You were caught stealing from us.”

  Well that actually sounded right. That had been my intention. But I'd never been caught before. What kind of deal had I made with these creatures?

  “Don't believe me?” He chuckled again. “Fine. I have proof. Wait here, eat your food. You'll need your strength.”

  I wasn't certain I trusted the food, but my stomach overruled me. I stuffed a carrot into my mouth, chomping it down. After all, I didn't know when my next meal would be. I'd begun my second apple when he returned, holding a device in his hands.

  “A video camera?” I asked, wiping my mouth of the apple's juices. I hadn't seen one of those in quite a while.

  “Indeed. We may look like some sort of alien creatures, but I can assure you we still remember the way it was before.” He sat down cross legged next to me, urging me to keep eating. He was finding the right spot, he said. He muttered, “Even if it is hard to press the tiny buttons with our claws.”

  I had begun to eat the core of the apple as I leaned forward, my eyes wide. There I was on the screen. My voice was faint, a
s the speakers in the device weren't really that powerful, but it was me. I had no doubt of it.

  Before my eyes I'd watched as the man who caught me brought me in front of some sort of wilderness throne, upon which the creature I was now with sat. They'd forced me to the ground, debating the sort of punishment that would be inflicted upon me. But I was the one who came up with it, the deal that the men took.

  See, these reptilian men had changed, but their sexual preferences had not. Even though they were monsters, they still craved pink, human flesh. Their eyes roamed my body, made hard through wilderness living. But I still had the curves that they desired, that they craved. And so when I offered them use of my body, even if it were only for three nights, the men jumped at the deal.

  “It was my decision...” I said, simply. The creature, who I now knew was their chief, nodded his head. In the video he'd agreed to my terms, but lay just one caveat. He would be the first to break in each of my holes. It was an agreement that everyone seemed content with.

  “And yours to end, if you wish. We are not savages.”

  I had thought he would turn off the video then, as it was irrefutable proof. But instead he let it continue, and we both watched as I took his massive dick into my mouth for the very first time. Seeing it, the size difference between him and my mouth, I was surprised I was able to do as he wished. Watching it sink between my lips made me blush, and I closed my eyes, turning my head. He lay those clawed hands on either side of my jaw, gently but firmly turning me back to the action.

  “Watch,” he hissed, right above my earlobe.

  I'd never watched a video of myself doing anything sexual before. But I did open my eyes as he'd asked. I moved expertly up and down his length, learning what he desired. The chief had moved behind me, still holding the video, but pressing himself against my back. I could feel how excited watching this was making him. And heaven help me, I was growing wet too.

  When he exploded, blowing himself deep inside of my mouth, I heard him let out a soft moan. I felt him fumbling around behind me, and tried to turn to look at what he was doing. He turned me to face the video again, but I felt him then, free against the tatters of my clothing.

  He was stroking himself against me! I opened my mouth to protest, but the video kept going. I was pulled inside a huge circle of the tribe, which as far as I could tell was all male. The one holding the camera had to wade through the crowd of scaled creatures until finally he was able to see the center. There I knelt surrounded by the hard and urgent need of dozens of monsters. Clawed hands moved up and down their partially scaled lengths as they eagerly awaited their turns.

  I kept one in each hand, while another shoved itself brutally inside my mouth. I tried to keep the rhythm perfect, trying to hear what each man liked, but I needn't have worried. These men hadn't touched a human female in so long that it didn't seem to matter. In no time at all I was being sprayed, not only from the ones I was actively working.

  The one in my mouth pumped furiously, his talons on either cheek, using my face as a fucktoy. He shoved that thick, green length all the way to the hilt, and I could watch his balls spasm as he emptied them deep inside my throat. This made one of the men in my hands lose control, and I felt his release as it coated my hand, before another man guided my hand to his own length. I barely had time to swallow before another man thrust inside my mouth.

  Behind me I felt the chief stroking himself, the speed growing faster and faster. He told me to hold the camera, and then he grabbed the chain, pulling me even tighter against him. I found myself longing to be touched, strangely aroused by the creature who was pleasuring himself against my body. I was impressed by my own ability to excite so many creatures at once.

  Finally, with a deep masculine groan, he exploded against my back. Wave after wave of his thick juices coated me. I paused the video and turned to him. His eyes, still human inside that monstrous face, were thick with desire.

  “You have only two more days with me. Why did you waste yourself on my back?” I asked, curiosity getting the better of me.

  A mischievous grin touched his reptilian lips. “I have far more stamina now than I did before the mutation.” He turned me towards him, pulling my body closer to his by wrapping my leash around his fist. We ended up with my breasts pressed tightly against his scaled chest. “I intend to enjoy you as many ways as possible in the next forty-eight hours...”

  He slowly ran a clawed fingertip from my cheek, lower to my breasts, which he slowly traced. Then he ran even lower, to my stomach, running a fingertip across it. “I'm going to fill that fertile womb of yours full of my potent seed.”

  I had not expected that. I felt my lips work for a moment before sound came through. “I don't think it's possible. I'm human, you're a reptile. I don't think that we can breed.”

  My concerns didn't deter his lustful gaze. “We too were human, my pet. And I will fill you so full that I'm certain at least one will do the trick.”

  “I'm not even ovulating...” I protested.

  He chuckled at that too, and didn't answer. I wasn't sure what that meant, could he smell when I was ovulating? Could he tell when I was in heat?

  Finally, he let the chain fall to the ground again. He moved to the spot in the wall where my chain was attached, and simply pried the link free. His strength was so much more than my own he could literally bend steel. I had to suppress a gasp, mustn't let him realize he frightened me after all.

  “Come, my pet. I intend to fuck that sweet pink pussy of yours tonight, until it's raw. And when I'm done, I'll have to let all my men have a go at it.”

  The thought made my nether regions clinch together. What was wrong with me? I wanted to be used by a mutant? I wanted to be degraded by something that wasn't even human? Still, I suppose for this evening, it was good that I desired it.

  “I only wish I didn't have to share, my pet. But you're the last... the last human we've seen.” He sighed again as he stood, wrapping my chain around his fist again. It forced me to rise with him. “I would prefer to keep you all to myself. But that is not the world we live in.”

  He opened the door again and pushed me forward into the bright sunlight.

  CHAPTER 3

  Every creature stopped what they were doing turning to us. The whole camp became silent as the Chief walked forward, keeping me held by my leash. I felt the blush once again creep to my face. I folded my arms across my chest, shyly. I don't know why I'd bothered, every one of the monsters had already covered me in their juices. And I had video proof that we'd all enjoyed ourselves.

  He pulled me forward, and I kept my eyes down, self consciously. He stopped in front of a strange, wooden device. It was almost like a sawhorse, save the beam was thicker and cushioned. At the top was another hook, screwed into the wood, just like the one where I'd woken up. I frowned and looked back to the Chief.

  “I don't understand...” I protested, as he pushed me forward. He had me leaning over the sawhorse as he pried open a link of the chain. He pushed it closed again upon the ring, leaving me only a few links to move my head about. I tried to lift my head, holding myself up on my arms, but I couldn't get very far, maybe six links? Not enough to get away from the device.

  Then he moved behind me, pressing my rear down to the very edge of the device. I could feel my body hanging off, the cushioned part ending around my waist. I was left free for anyone to look at, and the thought made me pull my legs together. He chuckled again and held me firm, kicking my legs free. He jerked one ankle to one edge of the sawhorse, cuffing it their tightly. I tried again to pull my legs together, but he pried them apart, cuffing the other to the far leg of the sawhorse.

  I chuckled nervously. “When did you have time to build this?”

  His hand slowly trailed upward, from my ankle all the way to my thigh, to between my legs. I knew he could feel the warm moisture growing there, even through my tattered clothing. He slowly ran his talons up and down my slit, and I had to close my eyes against it. “Oh y
ou know. We are quite industrious.”

  His chuckle this time was joined by his other men, who'd abandoned their jobs around camp to encircle us. They were clearly enjoying the show. I watched as several of them adjusted themselves before me, some letting their hands linger there, no doubt excited to taste another of my holes.

  The chief spoke from behind me, his talons pulling away from teasing me. “Men, as you know, this is our second day with our... special guest.” Scattered laughter echoed from the crowd. “And this day, we will explore a second of her wet and so willing holes.”

  He smacked my rear, hard. I jerked forward, my neck caught by the device. “As always, I will remind you of the rules. No permanent damage. No maiming. No entering a hole that I have not enjoyed first. That means, men, you can enjoy her mouth, and once I'm done, this tight, human pussy.”