Rough Trade: Bundle (Rough Monster BDSM) Page 2

  All facts that made her more excited than she had ever been.

  There was nowhere to run, nothing she could do. She knew her word, and that she could escape at any moment, but she couldn't help thinking how exciting it was that they could overpower her at any moment, and force her to do whatever they desired. A dark part of her wanted to see what would happen if she struggled.

  Each man in turn released himself, and she was surrounded by their mutated meat. Each was far larger than any human man she'd ever seen, and the colors were straight out of a sci-fi novel. From blue to green to purple, it certainly would not be difficult for her to match the dick to the man. Each began to stroke above her, trying to draw her into sucking them first.

  She shook her head, turning away. Another tried to urge her to open her mouth, and she shook it again. He slowly ran his dick along her lips.

  Justin was the first to speak up. “You know your word, correct?”

  She nodded once.

  “Are you intending to say it now, or are you just trying to play rough?” He asked, his voice hoarse with need.

  She grinned up to him. “I like it rough.”

  They all exchanged a look, and suddenly Chuck was behind her. “Oh I like this one.” He grabbed both her elbows and pulled them tightly behind her back, restraining her. She struggled uselessly against his powerful muscles.

  Justin grabbed a handful of her hair and jerked her neck back. “Look here, human. You're gonna suck me off just like you did the Capitan, got it?” His voice was dark, cruel. She wondered if it was an act, or the mutant that she'd met in the woods was.

  She nodded simply, in submission. Justin continued, “And don't let me feel those teeth...”

  With that, he shoved himself into her mouth, as far as he possibly could go. Unlike the Captain, he didn't bother working her into it, he simply slammed himself in, and pulled himself out. Over and over he yanked her head down onto his massive dick, unconcerned over her desires or pleasure.

  Behind her, she could feel Chuck watching, his hot breath against her neck. He kept a tight grip on her arms, and she was unable to move at all. Runt simply stood to the side, slowly stroking himself, though she could tell he, too, wanted it rough. His dick had grown even larger watching her cruel treatment.

  Justin then yanked himself out of her mouth, and glared down at Chuck. “Stand her up.”

  Chuck did as he asked, bringing her to her feet with her arms still pinned behind her. Justin stood in front, still stroking his throbbing dick. He then pulled his knife free of it's sheathe.

  “Time to see the whole prize.” He slowly slipped the tip underneath her shirt and began to slice upward. The old, dirty shirt came apart easily to his touch. He pushed the rags away, freeing her breasts, as she'd not worn a bra in years.

  Chuck kept his hold, but Runt began to caress one of her breasts, while Justin took the other one. She was surprised they were still as large as they were, considering how she'd spent the last few years. Still they were enjoying them, mounding them, tasting them.

  It became too much for Justin, and he slipped his knife under the waist of her jeans. He slowly drug that down as well, cutting them away, revealing her entire nude body to their mutated eyes. Justin cupped her sex, letting his fingers play at her clit for several moments, while she was still restrained from behind. Then he dipped one finger inside of her, laughing.

  “You do like it rough, don't you?”

  Another flurry of motion. She was ripped away from Chuck and tossed onto the hard ground. Once more, Justin was above her, pinning her arms over her head. And once again, her body responded.

  “God, I can smell how turned on you are...” He nuzzled her neck, the other two men walking over to watch the festivities. “This will hurt though...”

  He wasn't lying. Her canal, unused for so many years, was not ready for a human male, let alone a mutant one. He was so very thick, and despite her extreme willingness, she was only barely elastic enough to take him. Her body stretched, further than she'd ever stretched before. She felt as if her bones were moving to make room for his massive prick.

  His body lay heavily on top of hers, pinning her. He was taking her, and she knew, less she speak that one word, there was nothing she could do to stop it. Inch after thick inch pressed inside her body, slowly, between short, hard thrusts, forcing her to take him, to take all of him.

  “You'll be ruined for a human, after this...” He said, simply.

  And she knew that it didn't matter. There weren't any human males left.

  Finally, as she grew close to crying out, to stopping what they were doing, she felt his thick, hairless balls settle against her rear. She was so full, she could feel him deep inside her, in the opening of her womb.

  “Now the fun begins,” He said, grinning down at her, pinned to the ground.

  He began to thrust inside, over and over. He'd only just made her large enough to accommodate him, but he intended to use every inch that he'd gained. He smashed himself into her, his balls slapping against her rear, as he developed a rhythm, faster than any human might maintain. He became a blur above her as he thrust inside. Her body tightened, clinching around him, feeling herself nearing an orgasm despite it all.

  But Justin wasn't through with her. He easily flipped her over, suddenly laying himself on the ground. Before she could get accustomed to what was happening, as he used his hands to smash her body down into his own, Runt was in front of her, forcing his dick into her throat.

  She gagged but it didn't matter. Runt was in control of her mouth. He too could not wait, he slammed himself deep inside of her, guiding her head with his own arms.

  That's when she felt Chuck grab her arms again from behind. And worse... he began to shove himself inside her ass.

  She tried to shriek around Runt's dick, screaming from the excitement. Chuck, smaller than the other two, was still rock hard and making room for himself. Before he could even get the whole head in, she went over the edge, erupting into an insane orgasm, her juices pouring from her body.

  None of the men seemed to have expected it. Chuck jammed himself even deeper into her ass, and her body allowed it, much to her surprise. She felt herself clinching over and over, as wave after wave of her own pleasure overtook her.

  Chuck, in the tightest hole, lost control first. She felt that insane rhythm as he hammered inside her dark hole, finally releasing with a deep guttural moan. That sent Runt over as well, as he forced her even deeper onto his dick, before unloading wave after wave of his hot seed down her throat. She swallowed, as she knew he'd expect.

  And then it was only Justin. He was her first, he was her favorite. And he was just as rough as she wanted. She knew she'd be bruised the next day but she didn't care. Her body clinched around his dick, welcoming him, urging him to spill deep inside.

  And when he did, she could swear she saw the actual explosion inside her stomach. She could feel him, shove inside, explode, pull out, and do the same thing all over again, a dozen times or more. His screams echoed through the woods.

  When finally he caught his breath, below her, he reached his hand up and cupped her cheek. “Still like it rough, Hope?”

  She nodded vigorously. “Absolutely.”

  He chuckled softly and lay his head back against the ground. “Well that was just about need. Wait until you see us get really creative. Time to take you back to the village.”

  Hope Denied

  Rough Trade #2

  by

  Claudia Balvenie

  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.

  CHAPTER 1

  Hope was done being strong.

  For years she'd been alone, surviving in a destroyed world. She would become involved with one community or another, only to see each fall to a roving band of mutated creatures, over and over/ This was the world s
he'd been born into. She knew no other life.

  But it had worn on her, these last three years. She had not spoken to another human in that time, and she feared that she was the last unmutated human on the planet. There were days when she thought she'd never make it, and wanted nothing more than to let the mutants come and take her, and do what they would.

  It was a chance meeting that changed her mind. It was a rare, unmutated deer that she'd brought down with her arrow that brought the mutant's attention. She should have known such a prize would not go uncontested. But she was blinded by the thought of so much protein.

  Justin, as he called himself, was the epitome of mutated flesh. He stood over seven feet, hairless, overly muscular. His skin had turned a greenish color, fading into brown. He was a monster.

  He was so much stronger and faster than she. She'd only survived this long by staying under the radar, but now she was right in his sights. Yet he did something unexpected.

  Instead of simply taking her, he offered her a deal.

  For his village of mutants had everything that she lacked. Provisions, safety, companionship, he promised all existed in abundance. But they lacked one thing.

  Women.

  So desperate were they to have a woman in their community that they would strike any deal. Justin offered her the ability to break their deal at any moment. If she ever felt uncomfortable, she could walk away. They'd even give her enough provisions that she would be safe for weeks. She need only tend to the dark lusts of these, large, mutated men.

  What astonished Hope was that she trusted them. These creatures, their kind had taken so much from her, who'd taken over her world, she still had to remember that once, they too, were human. And it was that spark of humanity that told her to take the deal, to do whatever they wished. Add to that the fact that she enjoyed herself greatly when the sex was rough, and she truly could not say no.

  She would submit to their every whim.

  CHAPTER 2

  After having her encounter with the guards, Hope was drug to her feet roughly by Justin. He jerked her arms behind her, holding them tightly. At many times her strength, she did not even try to fight him.

  He guided her to a nearby stream, roughly shoving her nude body forward into the cold, clear water.

  “Clean yourself up. I won't have you nasty for our Chief.”

  She chuckled softly to herself. The truth was, she enjoyed this roughness from the creatures. It triggered something primal, deep inside of her. She was a fierce, strong woman herself, but there was something satisfying about giving herself over fully to another. It was a trust that she never though she'd feel again. And perhaps she was wrong to do so, she debated with herself constantly.

  But it felt right. And her body responded so well. She wanted this, even if it was dangerous. Maybe it was the danger that excited her so. Plus the fact that the men acted as if she were being forced, when all knew she had a safe word and safe gesture, so she could always stop whatever they were doing. It was as if all her darkest, depraved fantasies were coming true.

  Suddenly, Justin was upon her, his hand upon the back of her neck. “You are taking too long!”

  He shoved her, face forward into the cold water.

  He ran his thick, green fingers over her face and mouth, scrubbing at her, pulling away months of dirt. She had not gotten a good breath. Icy fear trickled down her spine and she felt herself struggling against his too powerful hands. She questioned herself, should she put a stop to this?

  As quickly as he pushed her under, he jerked her back up. She gasped for air, her hair falling forward over her face.

  He laughed cruelly. “Understand your life is in my hands, to do with what I wish...”

  He jerked her under again, this time using his fingertips to clean her thick hair, scrubbing. She tried again, uselessly, to struggle against him. Her flailing only served to churn the water more. When finally he yanked her head above the water, and she gasped frantically for the air, he reached forward and squeezed one of her breasts roughly.

  “I love it when you struggle.”

  The unmistakable sound of a zipper being pulled sounded behind her. All of her clothing was ruined by the guards, she was nude to him. Though he had so recently enjoyed her body, she could feel his massive dick thud against her rear as he drew it out, already heavy again with his blood.

  “I guess I have to clean everywhere for you.” He stated, before slamming his massive dick directly into her poor, barely used hole.

  He did not care about her pleasure. This, she knew. He only desired what he could take from her. Would he let her go if she asked? She truly thought so. But she knew she would not ask. He could do whatever he wanted, take her in whatever way he wanted. She simply wanted to get lost in the fear, in the uncertainly, in the lust. He could have raped her, killed her, done whatever he wanted. But he gave her the choice. She trusted him.

  And her body clutched around the massive cock that buried itself inside.

  She was thrust forward to all fours, in the creek that only came up to her elbows. She had barely had time to clean herself, to soak, to let what he'd done before heal before he'd thrust inside again. And now Hope, a rather average sized woman was getting plowed from behind by this massive, mutated man.

  Over and over that huge dick slammed into her pussy, calling on all the elasticity of that poor organ to allow him inside. She was fortunate that this excited her so, her body lubricated the monster cock and let his thrusts, already quick and brutal, smash into her.

  Her knees and her palms scraped against the rough rocks at the bottom of the creek, and she knew she'd be bruised when this finished. Still, she could not stop him, nor did she wish to. He leaned forward and massaged her breasts that swung under her body. She could actually hear the rhythm of his thick, hairless balls as they slammed into her engorged clit.

  He moaned deeply as he took her, no doubt enjoying the tightness of her barely used hole. She could feel him growing even harder inside her, stabbing her with his otherworldly prick. She could feel his rhythm faltering, and knew he was growing close, his hands had moved to her hips to keep that exact momentum going.

  Suddenly, she felt one hand leave her hips and grab the back of her head. He thrust her forward, her elbows giving way. He shoved her whole head into the water, holding her there, as his last few thrusts jerked forward. The supernaturally fast rhythm kept up for only a few seconds before he shot his mutated seed deep inside her unprotected womb, coating every inch with it's thick, dangerous juice.

  It had only been about ten seconds that she'd been under the water, but when he released her, and she jerked up, coughing, it sent yet another explosion from him deep inside of her.

  Finally, he slowly pulled his dick out of her, the head coming free with an audible popping sound. He leaned back in the water and slowly caught his breath.

  “I love the power I have over you, Hope.” She had turned from him, sinking her ill-used hole into the creek to bathe it as well. “I assume I haven't frightened you too badly?”

  She shook her head and smiled. “I like the fear.”

  He laughed and washed himself up in the creek. He stood and made his way over to his pack, rummaging around in it while she finished cleaning herself. When she finally stood, he tossed her a bit of clothing. She raised her eyes in question towards him.

  “Is this a towel?” She asked.

  “No, that is your clothing. I assumed you did not wish to meet my people while nude?”

  She pulled the dress on, over her head. A slim summer dress, it was little more than a shift. It was white, and without the use of a towel, in clung to her body revealing more than it concealed. The gaze in Justin's eyes, as he watched the white cloth stick to her wet skin, revealing her hardened, aching nipples told her the lack of towel was completely intentional.

  He offered her his hand. He brought her to her feet, and pulled both of her wrists together in front of her, producing a rope from his pack. He looped it ov
er her wrists, keeping them tightly bound. She tried the knot, but it was held fast. Justin held on to the other end of the rope, as if she were his pet.

  “From now forward, you are no one. You are merely a slave. You are my property. Until such time as I grow tired of you, or you speak your words, you are mine. I will give you to whom I see fit. Do you understand?”

  She felt her body clinch at his words. She so desperately wanted release that had so far been denied her. She nodded once.

  “Time to meet your other masters.”

  CHAPTER 3

  Hope's first glimpse into the mutant stronghold was better than she could have hoped. These strong, dangerous men had built numerous fortifications around buildings that existed before the fall. Campfires filled her eyes with smoke. It was clear there were scores of men living here.