The Rooster (Erotic Apocalyptic Thriller) (2 page)

Even at night, with a blackout in effect, I
could tell this compound was massive. Might have been a ranch back
in the day. Now there were dozens of buildings, permanent and
temporary, scattered over at least a dozen acres. Far as I could
see, a razor-wire fence wrapped around the whole thing. Was that a
moat? There were even guard towers. A couple miles of open plains
in every direction guaranteed nothing would sneak up on them. You
have to realize, for months our little gypsy camp out in the woods
was the most powerful base I’d ever seen. This organization cowed
me more than the firepower my rescuers packed.

Not until we were inside and cleared the
weapons did anyone talk to me. While I ogled some female stacking
crates of grenades next to the gate’s concrete blockhouse, the
leader of their scavenger band called me out. “So what’s your name,
anyway?”

“John Randall.” I had a million questions,
but only one burning anxiety came out. “Have you guys ever
encountered zombies like that before? I’ve never seen anything like
it. If they’re able to mimic humans… shit, we’ve got a whole new
level of craziness on our hands.”

The head honcho cocked her head. “I don’t
know what you think you saw, but those were typical, shiftless
cannibals. Best not to mention any of your opinions to the boss
when you meet her.”

Incredulous didn’t even begin to describe my
face. “You’re out of your mind. Whatever. Let’s go talk to your
leader. You people are the only group around well enough equipped
to deal with these new monsters. We need to send more scouting
parties. Find out more information. This is a game changing
threat!”

Their brunette leader waved a hand at me.
“You sure love to give orders, huh? See how the boss likes that.
Whoever you think you are, you look like a wild animal to me. We
need to get you freshened up before you meet her.” She turned her
back and whispered to some young, blonde girl at her side. I
couldn’t make out a word, but the woman’s eyes bulged and she just
shook her head. Eventually a naughty grin spread across her face
and she laughed.

They both turned around and sized me up. Did
they want to fight after saving me? The blonde spoke first, still
smiling. “Well, you heard Daniella. Time to wash up.” They gently
pushed me towards some temporary structures with FEMA stenciled on
the side.

Inside, I couldn’t believe my eyes. Rows of
showers. Spotlessly clean and… heated? We’d been showering under
5-gallon jugs left out in the sun and then tossed on a tree branch.
I tentatively turned a sink faucet on and, sure enough, scalding
hot water. My God!

“Don’t tell me you forgot how to bath while
running around like a caveman?”

Daniella lounged against the wall
scrutinizing me while the other one pulled a mound of something out
of a locker. I’m an old-fashioned type of guy and the audience made
me nervous. “Uh, you just going to stand there?”

Daniella raised an eyebrow. “Someone’s got
to keep an eye on you.” I couldn’t tell if she was undressing me
with her eyes or fantasying about stabbing me.

“So, what am I then? A prisoner?”

The blonde one dropped some fresh clothes,
shower gel and a towel on the bench. The sexiest thing I’d seen in
a long time. “Right now, you’re a very dirty boy.” She gave me a
wink and nibbled her lip. “And before you can get dirtier, you’ll
have to clean up.”

I can’t say Daniella’s barking was as
flirty. “Quit wasting time. Strip and wash up!”

She leaned back against the wall and settled
in. Privacy was in as short supply as courtesy. Whatever. For my
first real shower in months, I’d put on a strip show for a bunch of
dudes if need be. Worried they might change their mind, I dropped
my sweat-stained rags as quick as I could.

Ahhh. Not a fantasy. That water was
practically scalding. For a few glorious minutes the whole world
faded into oblivion. Those crazy gals, the damn zombies, the whole
fucking mess that was my life melted away in the steam.

And then it all came back. Someone flipped
the cold water on. I leapt out of the open stall right into the
surprisingly strong arms of my blonde guard. “Well, pretty boy. We
can’t have you hogging up all the hot water. Time to get dressed
and meet the boss.”

The other Amazonian beauty finally smiled.
“Wait a second. How long has it been since you’ve seen a
woman?”

I had no idea what type of trick question
this was, so I played along. “Um, it’s been a while.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought. Silvy, we
can’t bring an overeager young pup to the boss. She’d be more
pleased with us if we brought a stallion with some stamina.”

The blonde giggled. “Ohh, good point. All
right then, pretty boy. Go ahead and fire off a few rounds.”

“What the hell are you ladies talking
about?”

“Watch your mouth with all that ‘lady’
talk.” Silvia stepped forward and set one finger on my penis. It
sprang to live and followed her like a charmed snake. “No, no. That
will never do. Way to eager. Hurry up and take care of business.”
She made a jerking motion with her hand.

I tried to play it cool, but I think there
was some blushing involved. “You mean… masturbate? Right here?
You’re crazy!” I tried to step past them both.

The brunette’s smiled disappeared just as a
pistol appeared from nowhere. She didn’t point it at me. Her voice
was threatening enough. “Listen up, big boy. Don’t mistake our
generosity for weakness. Now hurry the hell up. If the boss
punishes us for keeping her waiting, you’ll get whatever she gives
us ten times over.”

I don’t know. Maybe it was the
reinvigorating shower or just the absurdity of the situation, but I
felt ten feet tall. She must have seen the fight in my eyes,
because she brought the gun up quick… but not fast enough. Spending
a couple weeks dodging zombies really hones your reflexes. Whereas
these people obviously spent too much time in their cozy
compound.

Somehow I lost my footing on the slick tiles
though when I pried the gun from her wrist and kneed her in the
stomach. We both went down, but I rolled on top, pinning her to the
ground. I whipped the handgun up and covered her blonde friend.
“Hold it! Enough with this pyscho crap. Drop your weapon and I’m
going to walk right out-ugh!”

The woman I straddled snatched my naked
balls in an iron grip. Serves me right for taking my eyes off of
her. She squeezed so hard I couldn’t even choke out anything to
say. I shakingly aimed the pistol at her face, hoping she’d get the
message. The pressure eased a bit, but she never let go. She just
grinned savagely. Victory in her eyes. The craziest shit.

That’s when her other hand wrapped around
my, I’m sorry to say, fully erect manhood. Daniella stroked me
slowly. “What the hell’s wrong with you? Just… ah… stop…” Most
women don’t have a clue how to jerk a man off. They grab and yank
like pumping up a bicycle tire. Her gentle and steady twisting
motions demonstrated a mastery of the craft. The whole time she
laughed at me.

I tried to seize her hand, but she squeezed
hard on my nuts with the other. The blonde took advantage of my
distraction to put her pistol against my head. The girl under me
finally stopped laughing. “No Silvy. You know what to do. I got
this.” She hiked up her soaking wet camo T-shirt. Despite myself, I
was mildly surprised to see a lacy pink bra underneath, rather than
something more utilitarian. The thin fabric was soaked through with
water, leaving little to the imagination.

I shoved the pistol’s barrel an inch from
her face and stared her grinning blonde friend down. “Enough with
this shit. You shoot me, I’ll shoot her. Drop your piece and I’ll
walk away. You’ll never see me-” Again my nutty “prisoner”
surprised me. While I shifted my weight to look at the other guard,
she slid her body a couple feet down. So that I was practically in
her face. In one smooth move she took the tip of me in her mouth.
When I tried to jump away, I felt her bite down a tad. Believe me,
it doesn’t take much pressure in such a scenario to freeze a guy in
his tracks. I froze in terror, while she went back to sucking.

Hovering over her, I couldn’t help but make
eye contact. I stared like a deer in the headlights into her
gloating eyes. Her free hand reached behind me and pushed my
buttocks down. God help me, but I played along. We quickly settled
into a rhythm. I’d thrust while she bobbed forward. All the way
down without the slightest hint of gagging. It infuriated me, I
admit. Instead of trying to squirm away, well, nature took over. I
grabbed the back of her head and held her in place. Pushing myself
as far in as physically possible. If she wanted to play with me,
I’d call her bluff.

Instead of freaking out, she freaked me the
hell out. Despite the deep-throating, her tongue darted out and
tickled my balls. When she somehow managed to get that slippery
thing all the way around one… I lost control. She finally released
her vacuum grip, but I was drained. Could barely roll away. For the
first time, she said something. “Please stop!”

What the hell? I looked up to see her
accomplice turn a camera off. Why in God’s name would she film that
but not shoot me?! The half-naked women below kneed me in the
crotch, even while wiping her mouth. She had the gun back in her
hand in a second.

“Well, aren’t you off to a bad start?
Listen, the boss is going to ask you questions. If you answer how I
say, then that video stays a secret. You get any cute ideas… well,
how much patience do you think she has for some wild rapist?”

I dressed meekly, without glancing at
anyone, but that didn’t stop them. They kept going on and on about
some lies they needed me to tell. Seemed like a lot of effort
blackmailing me for such a little tale.

When they finally prodded me into the Dragon
Lady’s lair, I was a little shocked. The evil grandmother I
pictured couldn’t have been more than 35. Nor was she some ten foot
tall Amazon chieftain. The petite beauty leaning against the desk
was the last thing I expected to control the largest survivor band
I’d ever heard of. Judging by her frown while inspecting me like a
hunk of meat, I wasn’t what she was hoping for either.

“I suppose a decent catch, Daniella. We’ll
have to double his rations. Get some muscle on those bones. I guess
we can work with this. Is he circumcised at least?”

Daniella was one hell of a good poker
player. “I wouldn’t know. Your orders are clear, ma’am. He belongs
to you.”

The little boss finally smiled. “I wish I
had a hundred more women like you. Most of those bitches out there
try to undermine my authority just for the fun of it. Still, a
finder’s fee is in order. I’ll even give you the whole night with
him.”

Daniella grinned. “Whatever you believe is
appropriate, ma’am, but I always found more pleasure in the hunt.
Besides, don’t you think the other girls are jealous enough? I
don’t need any more enemies.”

My wounded pride slowly overcame my
cowardice. “Hello, I’m standing right fucking here. You people
obviously want something from me, so let’s start the negotiations.
Maybe we all can leave here happy.” I flexed my scrawny triceps and
tried to look intimidating with the cuffs on.

“Oh! You didn’t tell me he had a sense of
humor. That’s so cute! Go ahead and cut him loose before he hurts
himself. Let’s debrief him first.”

The brunette menace stepped in front of me,
back to her chef. While she cut the zip-ties, she bowed the inside
of her cheek out with her tongue and winked at me. About the least
erotic think I’ve ever imagined.

“Take a seat. Daniella, you scare him for
some reason. Go bring something hot to drink and let us have a
minute.”

The small woman gave me a heartwarming, but
obviously fake smile. Her annoyance came through loud in clear with
her tense body language. I crossed my legs and leaned forward too,
trying to build rapport with shared posture. I think it only ticked
her off further.

“So, as far as you are concerned, my name is
Ms. Espinoza. I don’t care what your name is.” She gave a genuine
smile when fear flashed across my face. “Now, don’t you worry. Due
to more luck than you deserve, you’ve just found the closest thing
to paradise left on this planet.”

The last of my bravado disappeared. What was
this? Some type of cult?

“You look even more confused. Take a peak
out that window. Notice anything missing from the picture?” I
complied and scanned the busy compound below. Even at night, dozens
of people tinkered with equipment, stood guard or hustled from one
chore to the next. Such organization was still hard for me to
believe.

I slumped back in my chair. “Impressive,
sure.” She raised an eyebrow, so I hastened to add: “And not just
because you have so many females as laborers and fighters. I’m not
some type of chauvinist, if that’s what you… wait a second. You
don’t have many men at all, do you?”

She shook her head. “We have one now.”

“No, that can’t be right!” I knew the plaque
caught much faster in men than women, but I’ve never seen this bad
a ratio. Every band we crossed paths with still had a few guys.
“You’ve got hundreds of women here and really no men? What have you
done with them?”

Another genuine smile. “Ah, maybe you’re not
quite as dumb as you look. I’ve got 212 girls out there. A few male
babies, but they don’t count. We had about 50 fellas at one point,
back before I was in charge. The macho fools went off to war with a
rival compound over some salvaging turf.”

Daniella came in and wordlessly dropped some
coffee off. Over Ms. Espinoza’s shoulder, I couldn’t miss her
wiggling those hips.

“Yes, I insisted they needed every able
bodied man and I’d watch over things while they were gone. Seeing
as how I was the one woman they couldn’t touch, the captain, yes, a
real military man, had some respect and left me in charge. Been
that way ever since. Long story short, maybe they won the battle,
but they were trapped outside after dark. None came back.”