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  “I mean, why is it on me?”

  “I have twenty three men on this ship. Some of them aren't in the room. We don't have Internet anymore. Seems pretty obvious to me,” he said, closing his eyes and folding his hands across his chest.

  Next to her a man had already pulled out his dick, and was slowly stroking it back and forth. He was mere inches from her lips, which still had the previous juices rolling down.

  “I did not tell you that was OK!”

  He shrugged. “You want to leave?”

  She said nothing, simply fumed. The man lay his hand gently on her head and tried to turn her to face his cock. She shrugged away from him, her angry eyes staring holes into the Captain.

  He yawned and gestured for someone to bring him another drink. “That's what I thought. Let me know when you want to leave, girl. Otherwise, just keep being a whore for my men and shut the fuck up. Got it?”

  Realities of exactly what she was doing began to sink in. Twenty-three men. One of her. Or was it twenty-four including the Captain? Did it matter? The hand on her head became more insistent and she finally gave in, letting him guide her towards his waiting, throbbing dick.

  She hadn't even taking note of this man's face. All that was in her vision was the jeans that were in front of her, the fat dick that protruded from them, the balls that rested on top of the zipper. He had coarse black hair that was so thick that when he finally forced himself into her mouth, all the way in, she found her nose was nestled in that nest. The curly black hair invaded her face, up her nose, all over her chin. He kept her tightly pressed against his crotch, and all she could do was breathe in his sweaty, muscular smell.

  He seemed to like the sight of her buried in his hair. He held her head with both of his hands, slowly rubbing her along his crotch, as if marking her with his scent. She didn't even know his name, wasn't even sure what his face looked like. How could she even look up, when buried in this mass of hair?

  Finally he began to pound her in earnest. In and out that fat dick went, slamming inside her, the hairy balls smashing into her chin. They were so full of his juices that it actually hurt to have them smash into her face. Still she did not stop him, she truly could not in this situation, but she knew she wouldn't.

  She was ashamed of it, the fact that her body responded to being used. She was nothing but a diversion to these men. She was property. She wasn't supposed to want that, but there it was. She was getting soaked down below.

  The filming was worse. What would happen once they were rescued? Would she suddenly be all over the Internet, sucking dick?

  Didn't matter to the man who was taking her mouth. He was using her face as a fuck toy, but taking his time with it. She didn't have time for that. She didn't know how many men she'd be expected to blow today, and she wasn't sure her jaw could take it.

  She began to suck, hard.

  He wasn't expecting it. She was good at this one thing. She could suck for a long period of time, stopping only shortly for breath. And it always made a man come faster than he expected, always.

  The hairy fellow pumped once more, and suddenly exploded, burying himself deep inside her. Once more she was trapped in the forest of his curly hair. Ribbon after ribbon of his semen splattered inside, filling and overflowing her mouth again. He let so much go, she could swear his balls seemed smaller once he finally pulled out.

  Once more the frothy seed was spilling from her lips. Once more she could do nothing about it.

  An Asian man moved the camera closer. Then he moved in front of her, unbuckling his pants. He grinned cruelly as he unzipped himself, taunting her.

  “You know what they say about Asian men,” he began, then very slowly reached into his pants. “It's a lie.”

  He pulled out the longest dick she'd ever seen in real life. If that were not enough, it was also uncut. He lay it against her face and laughed.

  “Ever seen a monster like this, girl? You ready to suck it like the little slut you are?”

  Her eyes stayed wide in front of him. She was entranced. She'd never seen anyone uncut before. She watched him slowly stroke it, watching how strangely the skin moved.

  “You want this? Or do you want out?” He asked. She could tell he shared their Captain's sadistic streak.

  “I want it,” she said. She was surprised to discover it was actually true.

  “I knew you did.” He slowly eased himself into her mouth, the previous men's leavings and her own saliva making it good and lubricated. It did feel different than she expected, the skin seemed to move independently of the dick inside. When he reached the back of her throat, she felt his head, released from the skin slowly massaging her.

  She realized he still had plenty more outside of her. He fully intended to use it.

  He got more forceful with the rest. It was easy and pliable in her mouth, but as he pushed back, his dick had to curve to keep going along her canal. He was pushing harder, trying to make sure every bit was inside her mouth, but he was in no hurry.

  That was a problem for her. He was starting to block her air flow.

  She began to struggle then, coughing. He just laughed. He pushed even harder. She struggled more. But he knew exactly what he was doing, the fear was plain in her eyes.

  “I hold your very life in my hands, whore.”

  When she thought she could take it no longer, and would pass out, he jerked himself back out of her.

  “Time for some fun.”

  He slammed back in, once again pushing down her throat, once more taking away her air. He did not hold it very long, but she did have to gasp for air once he pulled back out, leaving only the uncut head inside her mouth. And so he began a rhythm, thrusting all the way in, and pulling all the way back out, over and over, and she gasped for air every time. He kept one hand buried in her hair, using his strength to fuck her face with his massive dick.

  Even this, even the fear that he made her feel, her body responded to. Deep inside she knew if she would just relax, and give in to whatever these men want, then she too could enjoy herself. This was far from over, and these men would do much worse to her. Better to shut the protesting part away and enjoy the experience, she told herself. She should not be ashamed.

  He kept the pumping going until finally his rhythm changed. A few more thrusts, deep, and he yanked his hard cock from her mouth, leaving the orifice feeling strangely empty. He ran his hand along his dick several times, roughly, then began to squirt directly in her face. Her eyes, her nose, every part of her countenance was now dripping with seed.

  She felt someone behind her, pulling on the bindings, pulling her to her feet. The Captain was softly speaking to a couple of his men. Finally he stood and walked over to her.

  “Alright, girl. You've pleased my second and third in command. But you have a lot of other boys to handle. So we're gonna get you cleaned up, get some food in you, and let you rest. When we're done, I'm gonna be the first one inside you.”

  She nodded, the juices dripping from her face.

  “Then, everyone will get a chance. Hope you're good and ready, girl. Cause we won't be gentle.”

  Savage Needs

  Devolve #2

  by

  Claudia Balvenie

  Cover Art by

  Syda_Productions

  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

  Two weeks ago Mara had set out on a month long lone sailing adventure.

  Nine days ago, America was nuked.

  One day ago, Mara turned on her radio and discovered what had happened. She was alone on the sea, her port having been invaded by unknown assailants.

  Today, she'd been “rescued”.

  A pragmatist, she had known that docking her sailboat at one of the Gulf's major oil rigs could very well be dangerous. She knew they were staffed by males, no doubt
those who'd spent possibly months without the touch of a woman.

  But she had not expected them to devolve in so short a time.

  When Mark, whom she thought of as her “White Knight” had brought her aboard, he was trying to warn her. There were not that many men left, barely even a skeleton crew of twenty or so men. Those that were left, having seen some of what had happened to their homeland, had given in to their base instincts.

  Had she realized such, she wondered if she might have continued on and tried her luck with Mexico or even further south. But her resources were rapidly dwindling, and she no longer knew if she could trust any approaching vessels. No, it was only a matter of time until she was caught. And then what would she face, rape, torture, death?

  No, at the oil rig she at least had some control over her own destiny. Here, she and the Captain had struck a bargain of a sort. She obeyed their commands, and they offered food, shelter and protection. She even still had her boat, which he had promised to fill with provisions should she choose to abandon the rig.

  But if she stayed, she was subject to the every whim of not only the Captain, but his entire crew.

  CHAPTER 2

  Mark and another one of the subordinates grabbed either of her elbows, helping her to her feet. She was still bound from behind, one wrist pulled to each elbow. This clearly was having the effect the Captain desired, as both men could not take their eyes from her thrust-forward breasts.

  The one whose name she didn't know reached forward and squeezed the one that was not covered in juices. A soft moan escaped her throat, and he took that as a signal to pinch her nipple.

  Captain Harknel, leaning back in his over sized chair and relaxing after the face fucking he'd just given her, called out to them.

  “Don't get any ideas, Chris. I will be the first man to breech that tight pussy, understand? You'll get your turn, later.”

  With reluctance, Chris dropped his fingers from her breast. Mark, for his part, had not even attempted to touch her, save the elbow. She could sense that he was conflicted about what was happening to her, despite his obvious desire for her body.

  The men guided her through the rig to a door. Mark opened it for her, while Chris began to roughly unbutton her pants and jerk her shoes away.

  “Captain already had you once, this is bullshit,” he muttered, as he tossed her socks to the side. Mark grabbed her under the arms and held her upwards while Chris yanked her pants down her hips, leaving her only in her underwear.

  “Course,” he continued as one hand trailed up her thigh to cup her sex, “I'll be the first to see that sweet pussy of yours.”

  Mark kept her suspended in the air as Chris took his time rolling the thin panties down, just enough so that he could see her hairless slit.

  He let out a low breath. Mark curved his head around so that he too could see, thought better of it, and looked away.

  “Oh that's just beautiful, girl. Just beautiful,” Chris said. He rolled her panties the rest of the way down her legs before tossing them, too, to the side. Once again he trailed his thick fingertips up from her knees, slowly cupping her whole mound in his big, rugged hand. She could feel his thick, work-warn fingertips running along the slit, dipping in slightly at her hole.

  “You're dripping here, girl. Damn you are so wet, it's a shame to let all of this waste.” He let that finger slip in even further, while his thumb began to move to the top part of her slit, slowly caressing her clit.

  She had known for years that she had a desire to be taken and used. The idea of seeing what a man would do to her, when he had no real need to take her feelings into account had always thrilled her. So as she had been face fucked by the three men upstairs, she wanted so desperately to release. She wanted something, anything, to touch her and allow her that much.

  The fellow between her legs was doing just that.

  It wasn't as if he'd spent a long time there, indeed she suspected he was just playing with her, enjoying being the first of all of the men to touch her. So when she exploded, a scream escaping her throat, he looked shocked at first, then grew smug.

  “Heh, I'll let the Captain know I'm the one who makes you cum, eh slut?” He didn't stop with her first orgasm, only kept up his ministrations, while Mark held her tightly suspended. His fingers kept going, fucking her with his thick digit while the thumb kept up it's attack, relentlessly pursuing her pleasure.

  But it was too much. She was too swollen. She began to cry out for him to stop, which he ignored. She came again, painfully, to his laughter.

  “Beg me for it, whore...” he suggested, his fingers still going.

  “Please,” she cried, putting as much meaning into it as she could, between screams of pleasure. “Please stop, it's too much, it is hurting me!”

  He forced one more out of her, as she pleaded for him to stop. Finally, he reluctantly rose to his feet, bringing his fingers to his lips. He slowly licked each one of them while she watched.

  “You are such a dirty slut, you know that? What kind of filthy whore can cum like that with a guy she's just met?”

  With that, Mark set her down and cut the ties that held her in place. Chris, however, didn't feel the need to be gentle. He shoved her into a pitch black room and closed the door behind her.

  CHAPTER 3

  Mara began to feel around the room, trying to discover what sort of cell she'd been placed in. She groped around, the floor concrete below her, and the walls equally as nondescript. She could feel the door that she'd been shoved through, so she tried the handle. No matter how much she jiggled it, no matter how she pushed, it would not budge.

  “Let me out! Please!” she shrieked, pounding on the door. No one answered. Once again she was reduced to begging and pleading. But never did she say that she wanted to be let out of her pact. No, even as frightened as she was, she was not willing to give up what she believed she'd gained.

  She began to pace the room, getting a feel for how big it was. At only about twenty feet square, it was not a bad size for a cell, not truly. But wasn't there some law about light? Then again, wasn't there a law about bargaining with sex?

  Speaking of, she touched her nude breast and found it sticky with drying juices. She wrinkled her nose and wondered what happened to the shower that she was supposed to be receiving.

  That's when the skies opened up.

  Hot water began to shoot down from the ceiling, causing her to shriek in fright and head for the walls, It had surprised her, and the water was scalding.

  She cowered in the corner while the shower sprayed the rest of the room. Finally she stuck out her hand again to see if the temperature were changing. Finally it reached a heat that she could stand and she stood, walking into the center of the room.

  She scrubbed herself the best she could, in the dark with no soap. She clawed her skin red trying to get all the seed that had dribbled from her face. Finally, feeling as clean as she had in ages, She simply stood in the water and let it beat the stress from her sore muscles.

  For the first time since she had discovered the world had fallen, she began to relax. Maybe with a clearer head she'd be able to figure out a new life for herself, something better than this at least. This would be fine for a while, but there were an awful lot of men out there, and only one of her.

  What if they grew tired of her? What if she grew tired of doing this? As a professional woman, before the fall, she spent so much of her time at the office, anxious and worried about making certain her job was done to the utmost. She wanted to surrender to someone else's needs. All she wanted was to have choice taken away from her, so she didn't have to be in charge any longer.

  That's when a muscular form forced her against the wall.

  CHAPTER 4

  She could tell nothing of the person who held her this way, only that he was far larger and stronger than she. He held her head tightly to the wall, shoving her cheek against the hard texture of the cold concrete.

  “Listen I was just showering, could this
wait until...”

  “Shut up, bitch,” the voice said, his palm unwavering from her head. She felt his dick pressing between her butt cheeks, causing her to squirm. He slapped his hand against her rear, hard. The water pouring down in the small room made the sound echo. She knew she'd have a hand print later.

  He began to shove himself between her cheeks, trying to force himself into her unprimed rear. She could hear him cursing behind her.

  Finally, with great force of will, he was able to stab his throbbing head inside her ass. She screamed in pain, but he ignored it and kept working himself inside her.