The Rooster (Erotic Apocalyptic Thriller) (4 page)

“Baby, please! You promised we’d have a
child when you returned from the fight. You swore!” She shook her
head and her eyes filled with fear. “Wait… this can’t be. He’s
gone. No, he’s back. Oh God! You promised me a baby, he-you-he
swore!”

Damnit. I could hear Espinoza jumping out of
her chair and saw the flood of tears in this woman’s eyes. So yeah,
I did what I had to. In one motion I pushed those suddenly clamped
knees apart and shoved myself inside. Dry as Arizona; I couldn’t
penetrate further than the tip. Maybe that would make the boss
happy?

Tina’s voice caught in her throat. She let
out a long moan that could not have had anything to do with my
feeble attempts at lovemaking. Her whole body slackened, pressure
boiling off instantly. My next gentle thrust pushed right through a
waterfall. Unlike anything I’d ever felt before. She quickly set
the rhythm, and it was machine-gun fast from the get go.

I felt myself losing control. Mostly I
didn’t care, but somewhere in the back of that pleasure concert in
my mind something whispered: “Slow your roll.” I flopped back on my
knees and held her legs out in front of me. I licked a thumb and
slid it down. Not hard to find my target in her excitement. Doing
my best to gauge her responses, I distracted her and took back
control of the pace. Deep, but slow and steady wins the race. Think
about football.

Oh, that wasn’t doing the trick. She pulled
me down and savaged my mouth with her tongue, moaning louder no
matter how hard I cupped and fondled her breast. This won’t do. I
pulled my face back and massaged her feet, still pumping away. In a
flash of inspiration, I realized our bored voyeur might help.
Craning my neck around, my erection withered under her
dispassionate gaze. Bingo.

Tina sprang like a cat and bounced me onto
my back. “You always loved me on top, sweetie. Ohhh” Oh was right.
What she lacked in patience, she made up for in passion. That boner
was back with a vengeance. I tried to wiggle it out of place just a
tad, but no dice. She was too fast. When Tina leaned down, every
bounce brushed a nipple across my face. I caught one in my mouth
and suckled. Lost in the moment, I reached around and squeezed her
skinny butt. Might have even gave a few light slaps.

“Oh Jason, yes! Harder!” What can I say? I
complied with the lady’s request. Which seemed to do more for me
than her. Trying to hold nature back only fed the urge. I shuddered
and weakly tried pushing her away. I had no breath left. That was
the best warning I could give.

Instead of slowing down or jumping off, Tina
went into a frenzy and timed her orgasm right with mine. She arched
her back and shocked both of us with a howl. “I, I, I loveee
you!!!”

And just like that, the magic was gone. She
sat there looking horrified, while I probably wore my retarded
spent face. Rolling onto her back, she stuck both legs in the air.
Tina wouldn’t look me in the eye, but she grinned like a cat locked
in a bird house.

“Ah! Thank you so much. I caught. You just
know when it happens!”

Yeah… she wasn’t talking to me. She ran over
to Espinoza and laid her head in the dragon lady’s lap. “Thank you,
boss. You’re always so good to me. Please let me return the favor.
I’ll take care of you better than any of those other sluts.”

While I let my mouth dangle open, rather
than minding my own business, Tina caressed her mistress’ thighs.
Espinoza traced a line down her neck. “Anything for my pet. But not
here in front of him.” Tina flashed pure hate at me. I smiled, but
she just sneered her nose at my nakedness.

“Go wash up first, Tinny dear. Meet me back
in my room with that outfit on. You know which one I like.” She
hustled out, forgetting even her robe.

Espinoza shook her head. “So that’s what all
the fuss is about? Little romps like that are what’s got my girls
in a hissy?” She laughed at my embarrassment. “Well, time to see
how much mileage we can get out of you. Next!”

Some new girl, maybe early twenties, glided
in. Quite cute, if not a hotty like Tina. Not as cool as it sounds,
really, with me laying there flaccid and stark naked. I jumped up
and tried to find my pants. Naturally, I covered my awkwardness
with anger. “Bullshit! Enough is enough. I’m not playing your
fucking games anymore.”

This girl was no basket case. “I can come
back another time, boss.”

Espinoza never said a word. Didn’t need to.
Her fist might have been tiny, but it was well aimed. She smashed
my solar plexus and knocked my ass right back on the bed. In a
flash, she handcuffed both my arms around the bed frame while I
still grasped for breath like an overgrown fish.

“I swear to God, I just don’t see what you
gals love about these men. They get their rocks off and suddenly
think they’re King of the World.” The boss didn’t even seem that
upset. Had she just been waiting for some disobedience? She turned
her back on me, but I was too terrified to kick her with my free
legs.

“Come now, darling. Take what’s yours.”

The young redhead frowned. “But he doesn’t
want me. There’s no fun in that.”

Espinoza rolled her eyes. “This is more work
than I thought it would be. It’s just a silly refractory period.
Take off your clothes and turn around.” The girl obeyed without
hesitation. The boss flicked my penis with one finger. It flopped
over, but not all the way. A tinge of stiffness halted the
swing.

She leaned in and whispered like a scorpion.
“That’s an improvement. I’m going to uncuff you now. If you
embarrass me, I’ll tie you back down. Get your damn pride in check.
You can fuck this pretty young thing or I can line up all the women
to fuck
you
with strap-ons while you cry here. Do you want
to be my little prince, or my little bitch?”

No bitterness in her voice. Just cold, hard
rationalism. That’s what scared me the most. “You aren’t a sperm
donor or a toy to me. You’re simply a piece of malfunctioning
equipment. If you’ll get that through your caveman brain, we can
work together. If not…” Something metal, I dared not look down to
see what, slid along my butt cheeks. “Well, let’s just use our
imaginations. If all else fails, you can still serve your purpose
with one testicle. Do you have names for them?”

I didn’t need to say a word. She knew she
had me beat. She reached over me and undid the cuffs. For the first
time, I noticed how well-endowed she was. A brief and terrifying
fantasy crossed my mind of tossing her on the bed and paying her
back. No, I didn’t have the guts to face my tormenter and she knew
it. Honestly, she read me better than I knew myself. The fantasy
did at least bring the blood rushing back down below.

“Good boy. Turn around, honey. He can’t wait
for you any longer.”

The redhead giggled and rubbed her own
thighs. “Wow, it’s been so long. Uh oh, he looks angry. Are you
sure he’s not dangerous?”

The boss’s voice grew low and sulky with the
opportunity to demonstrate her power. I closed my eyes when she
brought a pistol up. I was afraid that’s what she was playing with.
The real terror came when she placed it in my hand, grip first. The
redhead’s eyes were widest.

“Girl, let everyone know, he serves me and
me alone. Isn’t that right, John?”

Somehow I stammered out, “Yes ma’am.” She
smiled and stroked my head.

“Good boy. Now kiss my ass.” That was no
joke. She turned and dropped her trousers a bit. No undies; I
wasn’t surprised. Whatever. I leaned forward and gave her butt
cheek a quick peck. The nude redhead sat down beside me, a slightly
jealous smirk on her face.

Espinoza wiggled her ass. “You call that a
kiss?” I went back to work, and didn’t come up for air until she
had a hicky. The other girl practically cooed in excitement and
grabbed my knee. “Will you serve me as well as her?”

The boss turned her butt in the other
direction. “As long as you remember your place.” The girl needed no
other prompting. She took brown nosing to a whole ‘nother level. At
length, Espinoza grew bored. Must be tired of the appetizer and
wanted a real meal.

“Have fun you two.” She hustled out the
door, but stopped briefly for one final sadistic smile as the
redhead shoved my head between her legs. “Remember John, it’s all
about customer service. I better not hear any complaints or it’s
definitely your ass. Ha!”

Hell, I won’t lie to you. I kind of got used
to the nightly routine after a few weeks. With all the work these
ladies came up with, there wasn’t much time for self-loathing
during the duty day.

I did become friends, or friendly enough at
least, with many of the girls. You never could get too chummy,
there was always some suspicious or jealous eye, but things began
to feel less like prison. A little more like a vacation. Between
the nightly “assignments” and tinkering around the motor pool, my
whole world perspective shrank. Fuck all that zombie crap. I even
missed my old campmates less and less every day. They were only
apocalypse buddies after all. We’d never met each other before the
end of civilization.

When your world is so tiny, you get pretty
sensitive to the most minor changes to routine. A real life sixth
sense. Like when we have less work to do than normal. A big red
flag.

I was sitting in the motor pool, trying to
appear busy while Rachel bent over a hybrid’s power plant. Everyone
else was hard at work and not looking our way. “Hey Rach, don’t you
think it’s strange these vehicles are in such good shape? Not a
single bullet hole.” Keeping my tone casual as could be, no one saw
where my hands rested. Rachel let herself push back against my
touch, but kept her usual dour face on.

“So what? Things have calmed down out there
ever since Daniella setup her outpost. Do you of all people miss
the work? Your lazy ass couldn’t…” Some cussing by the supply shed
showed the rouse wasn’t necessary. A couple of girls slapped the
hell out of each other over some damn thing, while the rest either
tried to break it up or cheered along. I didn’t hesitate and just
yanked Rachel below the hood. Nor did she resist. She wrapped her
arms as tightly around me as her mouth locked on mine.

Was it love at first sight? No. Was it love
at all and just two desperate people needing someone to care about
them? Ah, hell, I don’t know. Maybe it was just the exoticism of
forbidden pleasure that attracted us both. Who cares? For thirty
beautiful seconds we found a little peace in each other’s arms.
Once upon a time that was a routine thing. Not life and death
serious.

Boot steps coming around the car broke us
apart. I popped up, flashlight in hand, with a nonchalance born
from weeks of practice. Rachel scooted under the car pretending to
do something. The ‘little boss’ came around the corner. I leaned
forward to hide my partial erection and seized the conversational
initiative. Wish I kept my mouth shut.

“What was that all about, Jessy?”

She grinned and threw an arm around me.
“That, my little partner, was the first bidding war over your
scrawny butt. And let’s face it, the good stuff in hand holds more
weight than a ration card.” Jessy shoved a bottle in my pocket and
winked. “Oh yeah. Black label. Two for you, two for me. As
promised.”

I’d managed to avoid my would-be pimp so
far. My actual pimp kept me on a, uh, busy schedule. Don’t get me
wrong, that was some damn fine and irreplaceable Scotch there, but
I swear I could hear Rachel grinding her teeth below me. “Jess,
look, thing is… I’ve got a full calendar. No way to slip anything
past the boss.”

“Ah darling, that’s the best part. She
doesn’t want to wait until tonight. It’s go time.”

Ok, now I was scared. Broad daylight?
Witnesses around? Even if Rachel wasn’t there, no random chick was
worth the risk. “Are you insane? Espinoza will flay all three of us
alive!”

“Who’s got the balls to tell her?” An artic
voice I hadn’t heard in a while shrunk my balls to peanut size.
Daniella came around the other side of the car and squeezed my
butt. She slipped a carton of cigarettes into Jessy’s hands. Each
of the other girls already cracked open theirs. “Mind if we use
your office? The barracks is a little high-profile.”

Jessy’s eyes lit up with the rare treat.
“Yes ma’am. Take as long as you need. No one’s going to
interrupt.”

Whatever courage I might have possessed
evaporated under Daniella’s gray stare. I’m sure it was my
imagination, but those pupils were even more ovoid and predatory
than I remember. She marched me to the shed. I tried undressing as
soon as the door closed. Get this disaster over as fast as
possible.

“Stop. Same John as always. A hard on with
legs.”

Oh God. What kinky stuff did she have in
mind?

“I need you for a different assignment.
You’re going to tell another little lie for me.” I forced a smile.
Tried to look more confident than I felt.

“You’re pushing your luck too far, Daniella.
It’s been so long. The boss won’t believe that was rape now.”

Was it the poor light in here or did her
eyes actually grow darker? I’m sure her voice picked up an even
deeper satanic ring. “We won’t be worrying about the boss anymore.
Not if you do what I tell you. A little birdy told me you have an
appointment tonight with one of her top henchwomen. You’re going to
confess over some pillow talk about missing your compadres.” My
blood raced. How did she learn about them?

Daniella pulled out a map. “You’ll let it
slip that you were part of a larger group, including several men,
right here. That’s it. I’ll take care of the rest.”

I bought some time to think if this could
somehow endanger the real survivors. “Why? What could you possibly
gain?” I didn’t expect an answer and sure as hell not the truth.
That’s why she scared me shitless with that tiger smile.