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  “You want out?” he asked, his dick still buried inside of her ass. His voice was gruff, she had no idea who it was who was violating her. She couldn't even see his face in the dark shower.

  “No...” she said, but for the first time she wasn't entirely sure. He smashed another inch inside of her. She felt her face rub against the wet, cold concrete, while his hand twisted in her hair to keep her steady.

  “Good.” he stated simply, and yanked himself out to the head, only to smash the rest of the way in, filling her ass to the brink.

  She couldn't help it, another scream tore from her lips. If only he'd used lube, if only they hadn't been in a shower which was worse than no lube at all. The truth was she'd enjoyed anal before, but this man cared only about getting himself off, deep inside of her. She held on to that thought as it brought excitement, and excitement chased away pain.

  He began to rock himself in and out of her, trying to widen the tightening hole. Finally he judged it good enough, and began to thrust in and out of her in earnest.

  Mara was having difficulties staying standing. He was stabbing her ass repeatedly, each one slamming her face into the concrete wall. Thankfully, his hand and stopped pushing her face against it, and had moved to her hips to match the other hand. She was able to lay her hands on either side of her face, to keep herself upright while he grunted like an animal with each savage thrust.

  He kept jerking her down onto his dick. She felt his heavy balls smashing against her dripping clit, reminding her of how much she actually enjoyed being taken and being used for a man's pleasure only. It made the pain seem further away, either that, or she was beginning to become accustomed to this rough treatment.

  He yanked her from the wall then, and spun her into the center of the room. He shoved her down so that she was kneeling on the concrete floor, just above the drain. The hot shower poured down on the both of them, as she struggled to stay in position and he struggled to keep his rhythm. She was finding it hard to breathe in the steam of the room, so she lowered her head.

  He did not approve of that. Instead, he jerked her face backwards by the hair, ripping a scream from her throat. This was clearly a man who enjoyed hearing a woman in pain. It was what he needed, he lost control deep inside her ass.

  She could feel the bursts of his sticky, hot seed, even through the water that poured down on them both. He had a few more thrusts left, moans escaping his throat, with each one ending in a shot of his juices deep in her rear.

  After a couple of moments of simply sitting buried inside her ass, he slowly pulled out of her. She did not move, instead lay as she was, letting the warm water soothe her aching rear.

  That's when the lights flooded the room.

  CHAPTER 5

  She blinked repeatedly, trying to get her eyes to adjust to the blinding lights. She pushed herself away from the floor and got to her feet in the middle of the room where the water pressure was more intense. The mystery man had disappeared. The door finally pushed open and Chris pushed his head in.

  “You clean yet?”

  She was still scrubbing at her skin as best she could. “How about some soap?” She asked, wondering if he was the man from before. The voice was wrong, but no doubt he could have faked that.

  To her surprise, he tossed a bar to her along with a cloth. She caught them, wondering why he couldn't have sent her in with that in the beginning.

  As she began to lather herself up, scrubbing all the juices from her skin, Chris leaned against the door frame, crossing his arms over his chest. He watched her movements intensely, every so often discreetly adjusting between his legs. It was that that made her cross him off her list of her shower company.

  When he had judged her clean, finally, the water stopped. He tossed her a towel and once dry, lead her from the room. With no clothing, she had to wrap the wet towel around herself for a sense of modesty.

  Mark was nowhere to be found, so she had no choice but to follow Chris as he led her through the maze of the oil rig. She supposed she'd ultimately be able to decipher the patterns, as each of the otherwise nondescript hallways had different colors or letters labeling them, however, after the day that she'd had, she could make no sense of it. Still Chris clearly understood what he was doing, and she kept following.

  Finally he stopped in front of a door no different from any other. He typed some numbers into the keypad and the door slid open. He gestured for her to enter.

  She was surprised when she'd walked inside. She expected, well, something more “dormitory”. Instead, these rooms were quite well appointed. She had her own private bathroom, with a tub and two sinks. She had her own bed, and even a rather large television, for what good that would do her now.

  Mark was already in the room, setting down the provisions she'd had on her boat.

  “Do you want these anywhere special?” He asked.

  She shook her head. “No, that's fine. I can put them up myself.”

  He nodded and glanced uncertainly to Chris. “We actually have some stuff left over from our female employees. Since you're the only one here, no reason you shouldn't have the pick of it. I'll send it up once you've had some time to, uh, settle in.”

  She heard his hesitation and ignored it. He still disapproved of what she was allowing, despite the fact it was her decision. She shoved him and his discomfort from her mind. The world had turned upside down, and she was only doing what it took to stay safe. The fact that she enjoyed it was none of his damn business.

  Chris piped up from the door frame. “We'll leave you to your own devices for a bit. I suspect the Captain will visit soon, of course.”

  She nodded, and tugged on her towel. Mark looked reluctant to leave, but finally after another pointed look from Chris, made his way for the door. Once they'd both left, she rushed for the doorway to lean her ear against it, checking for when they were gone.

  Immediately she tried the door. It was locked, just as she suspected. It would appear that her freedom only went so far. Still, this was safer than the mainland, she had to remind herself.

  She knelt down to go through her bags, searching for clothing. While she searched for the elusive clean underwear, she discovered something else. She reverently pulled out the hard box and set it in front of her.

  Mara glanced to the door, straining her ears for the sound of footsteps. Nothing. She took the chance and popped the clasps of the container.

  There, in front of her, lay the glock she'd packed for her trip. Mara leaned back on her heels considering her new situation. She'd feared since she made the bargain with the oil rig's captain that the savage crew would renege on their part of the bargain. Though she could take quite the beating and enjoyed sex as rough as it might go, part of her was concerned that these fearsome men would be so creative that she might actually be in danger.

  The fact that her pistol lay in front of her meant only one of two things. Either they were idiots, and simply didn't go through her baggage, or they trusted her and would keep to her pact. She ran her fingers protectively over the weapon.

  She then began to search her other bag. Both knives lay inside, untouched.

  She felt as though a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders. They could be trusted.

  CHAPTER 6

  She ended up having several hours completely alone, a welcome respite from the brutalities that had been wracked upon her body. She spent the time putting away her things and poking through the items that the former owner had left behind. Though naturally she could get no live television, quite the collection of DVDs were housed under the television. Though most were not her taste, she still popped one in just for the distraction from her reality. She almost instantly conked out.

  She awoke instantly to a man straddling her chest. Her fight or flight instinct kicked in and she struggled to escape, but he had both arms pinned but his heavy legs. Her eyes were drawn upward, to the massive dick that lay just above her still clothed breasts. A hairy hand was slowly running up and
down the length, glistening with pre-cum. The cock was angry and hostile, just like the man whom it belonged to.

  “Captain Harknel, I presume?” She asked, as her eyes moved up to his face. Still, with that cock, she would have known him anywhere.

  He grinned maliciously. “I've come to claim your tight little cunt, bitch.”

  The humiliating talk only spurred her on. She knew how much he desired her, it was clear in the throbbing manhood in front of her. Still, this was a man who wanted control and submission, thought it could not be given, only taken. She understood.

  She spit directly in his face.

  That surprised him. He very slowly reached up and wiped her spittle from his countenance, wiping his hand on the front of her shirt. He shook his head slowly, an angry grin forming. “You still want this, you little twat?”

  She took several deep breaths before nodding her consent.

  “Then you're going to pay for what you just did.”

  He buried a hand deep in her hair and jerked her head up. He stuffed his thick cock deep into her throat, plunging into the back, not even bothering to allow her saliva to make it easier.

  She coughed and struggled against him, but his grip was far stronger than she could escape. No matter how hard she tried, she could not escape the power in just his one hand. Add to that the fact he could keep her upper body perfectly pinned and she was helpless to him.

  He knew it. He stabbed his dick down her throat, over and over again. He barely let her take a breath before slamming back deep into her throat, smashing into the back. Even then, when he'd reached all her mouth could take, she could see more of him still outside of her lips.

  His free hand was mounding at her breasts roughly through her clothes. He played with her nipples, pinching them and squeezing, as if daring them to not respond to his furious touches.

  As abruptly as it began, he stopped his assault. He jerked himself out of her mouth and left her aching breast, finally standing.

  “Take off your clothes.”

  She hesitated. Of course she would do it, but a bit of false modesty, she knew, would drive him even more insane.

  He growled when she did not immediately do as he had ordered. “Off! Now! Else I will rip them, and you will be down yet another set of clothing!”

  She slowly did as he asked, drawing out each piece. She made certain that she left the underwear for last, as he had not yet seen between her legs. She rolled her panties slowly down her body as he stared.

  “I'm done waiting for that pussy.” He said. He quickly yanked her so that she was facing away from him, and threw her to the bed, hard. She lay flat, the wind knocked out of her, for only a moment before he lay down directly on top of her.

  She felt his dick push at the entrance to her tight canal, and she grimaced. He was so big already, far longer than her mouth, and she wasn't sure she could take it all. Even knowing she couldn't, she knew he was going to force her to. Still, this was her choice. She could stop him. The gun was proof of that.

  His knees pushed her legs further apart as he kept rubbing the head against her narrow slit. Her juices were pouring out, drenching his dick more than her mouth had. Still he teased her, moving to dance the head along her clit, causing an unexpected moan to escape her lips.

  That was all he needed. He stabbed his huge dick inside of her with no warning, tearing her insides apart with it's girth. She shrieked in pain and he kept laying on top of her, pinning her body with his own, keeping his dick from moving inside.

  “Ah, that wasn't the whole thing,” he promised, and began to force another inch inside her tight body. He was reaching places that she'd never had touched before, and she knew he could feel the grip of her insides against him. He was the first who'd ever had her so deep, and still, he had more left.

  Again he thrust in deeply, and again she screamed. It was unnatural for a man to have such length, as her insides could attest to. He was so far inside that she could feel the end of the canal and he was entering into her womb. It was such a strange, although not exactly uncomfortable, sensation. He seemed to feel the same.

  “Time to get fucked, bitch.” He laughed gleefully and the true assault began.

  He had such power in his body that he was able to fully pull the huge length of his dick out, before slamming it home again. He had lied before, there was still more left outside, and he would sneak it in with each thrust. Over and over he plunged, deep inside of her, ignoring her screams of pain and pleasure.

  He raised himself up slightly and she could feel his eyes on her bare body. As he plunged in, she felt his thick balls smashing into her clit, uncaring of her pleasure. Once more, that thrilled her, to see what a man could do when he had no obligation to the woman below him. And her body did what it could to adjust to his massive dick. She still would shriek after each thrust. He finally lay one of his strong hands on the back of her head and forced her face into the bed.

  “Shut up, cunt. This is about me.” He laughed menacingly, and upped his rhythm.

  She struggled to breathe below, but was able to get just enough to keep from passing out. Still he kept pounding, widening her to accept him.

  Then a loan groan escaped his lips. His thrusts became frantic, savage for several seconds and she had to brace herself to keep him from causing serious damage. That was when she felt him release, his hot seed coating her womb, wave after wave deep inside. Some distant part of her mind worried about pregnancy, but it was a concern for another day. He had fully taken her body and claimed her as his property. She was grateful for the bed already below her as he slowly pulled himself out of her, a popping sound escaping when his head finally pulled free.

  She could feel his copious seed flowing from her ill-used hole and trailing down her thighs. He rolled to the side of her and began to stroke her hair gently.

  “Alright now, girlie. You know you have to do this for everyone, don't you? I'll give you some time to yourself, but you'll be called upon to service every willing man in my employ. Are you still up for this?”

  She chuckled softly and turned her head to face him. Even if the world wasn't fucked, she knew she'd still want this. “Absolutely.”

  Brutal Desires

  Devolve #3

  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

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

  Ten days ago, America was nuked.

  Now, Mara had been “rescued” by the skeleton crew of a gulf oil rig. The crew was rowdy, angry, and entirely male. She had been alone at sea, her supplies quickly dwindling. They, instead, were surprisingly ready to survive for years to come.

  She had only one thing to bargain with.

  Mara knew she should be ashamed at what she would have to do, and what she already had done in order to survive this new world. Her upbringing screamed in the back of her mind, calling her the filthiest names. She argued with herself constantly. She could leave on her own boat, take the supplies they'd offered her, and make her way to the mainland.

  But she knew she would never do so. It wasn't just because she felt safe and protected here, though she did. That the men had left her weapons in her bags was proof of that. And it wasn't because she was afraid, although that did factor into it.

  No, what Mara craved was surrender. She had originally taken the sailing trip as a vacation from her high stress job, a means to get back to nature and relax. Instead, she'd relinquished her free will to a group of insatiable oil workers.

  She'd never enjoyed herself more.

  Mara had always wanted to know what a man would do, when he was not beholden to a woman's feelings. What was his most brutal desire? What would happen if the law no longer existed, and these savage men could simply take what they wa
nted?

  She knew, now. Though she'd only tasted the darkness of a few of these rapidly devolving men, there were so many others left to try.

  And she would have them all.

  CHAPTER 2

  Mara awoke abruptly, not certain of where she was. She blinked several times, trying to understand the surroundings. Someone was behind her, spooning her tightly, a large hairy arm thrown over her waist possessively.

  Then it all came back to her. The Captain, he had finally taken her in the way he desired, using his massive tool to stretch her open. And now he lay cuddling her as if he had not just taken her more savagely than any man before.