The Rooster (Erotic Apocalyptic Thriller) (6 page)

I never thought about that before, but damn
if I’d try to deny it. Espinoza grinned triumphantly as we waited
in silence. “What I thought. That’s what I’m going to take away
from you.”

Without warning, she literally ripped
Rachel’s bra and panties off. The boss
tsked tsked
over her
shoulder at me. “This is your prize? What are those, A-cups?” She
shoved a hand between her captive’s legs. “Desert dry. Not your
thing, huh? What if I paraded every hot girl in camp through here?
Have your ‘hero’ service each of them in front of you, while they
laugh at your ugly, naked body?”

Rachel tried to spit, but in her fear you
could tell there wasn’t much saliva. Espinoza snapped her fingers
and pointed. A particularly busty blond sat her rifle down and
toyed with me. “Show him a real good time.” Rachel turned away as I
was handcuffed behind my back. A couple of the boss’s girls turned
my woman’s head and pried open her eyes when she shut them.

For my part, I wouldn’t give anyone the
satisfaction of any emotion. I kept my poker face on while this
blonde dropped to her knees and forced my little snake to
dance.

Espinoza idly toyed with Rachel’s nipples.
“That beauty sucking your man off used to be a porn star back in
the old world. Did you know that? No matter how tough he acts, you
know he’s having fun. Do you really think you could ever pleasure
him? You might be exotic at the moment, but he doesn’t care about
you deep down. You’re just a temporary diversion.”

Rachel’s face was white-hot with rage, but
no held sign of self-doubt. I was as proud as a tied up naked guy
getting treated like a pampered slave could be. Espinoza caught the
subtlety. “Not enough. You still don’t believe me, huh? Charlotte,
why don’t you help Cherry?” Another fake-breasted vixen slid
alongside. One swallowed my shaft while the other worked my
scrotum. No passion, just straight up professionalism. I’m sorry to
say, effective professionalism. I stopped trying to fight and just
let myself go. Just get it over with before I slipped and showed
any sign of enjoying myself. The bitch wouldn’t get the
satisfaction. I muffled a grunt and blinked the stars away.

Espinoza laughed without mirth. “Oh my, that
was fast. Must have had the time of his life. Charlotte, Cherry:
excellent job, as usual. But it’s going to be a long night. Give
him some go-go juice.” From behind me, someone shoved a couple of
little blue pills down my throat. Someone else came over with a
warm washrag and wiped me up. The whole thing was less a hot
fantasy and more just fucking work.

Espinoza arched a finger. “Oh, and Cherry,
you don’t fool me. Why don’t you come over here and give our
resident dirty girl a kiss before you go spit.” I tried not to
watch, but the ever-cold barrel on the back of my neck forced me to
turn my head back. Espinoza was kiddy with excitement as Cherry
leaned in to give Rachel a kiss with her mouth full. “Enjoy the
taste, because that’s as close as you’ll ever get to his love!”

Disgust briefly shot across Rachel’s face,
but she suppressed it. She knew how to get under the boss’s skin
better than me. She even surprised Cherry by Frenching her
thoroughly. When the blonde pulled away, Rachel made an elaborate
show of swallowing.

Espinoza howled and raised her arm to
backslap her. She paused in mid-air. “No. You want some physical
pain. Get this over with as fast as possible. All this pisses you
off, but you believe it can’t break your ‘special bond’ with him?”
The boss gave the most evil purr. “We’ll see about that. Everyone
out. Now, I said!”

I didn’t wait around to see what her plan
was. The second the door closed, I summoned my fickle courage and
made my move. Espinoza’s back was turned to me while she
double-checked Rachel’s straps. My hero dive ended abruptly when
she spun around, smile on her face and Desert Eagle cannon pointed
at mine.

“Got a little spunk in you now, huh?” She
pushed herself close and whispered in my ear. “Do what I tell you
and I’ll release her. Simply keep you two apart. If anything
happens to me, well, those girls outside are loyal, but not smart.
They’ll kill Rachel slowly, while you watch and then just put you
back to work.”

The tiny boss stepped back and waved her
hand graciously. “Ok cowboy. Why don’t you finish what you started
in the maintenance bay? Eh, Rach? Do you still want him after all
he’s done?” Espinoza whipped out a knife and cut Rachel’s legs
free, but her arms stayed pinned.

“What’s the matter? You wanted so bad to
spread your legs for him earlier. Did I win so easily?” Rachel
found some inner courage while I gave up. She winked at me and
wiggled her butt to the edge of the chair. That could not have been
even remotely comfortable.

“Come on Johnny. Let’s beat this jealous
bitch at her own game.” Espinoza’s eyes narrowed at the taunt.

The game finally dawned on me. I knelt
before Rachel eagerly, but whispered, “I’m sorry it’s like this,”
when I entered her. Yes, my member was fully ready, even after only
a couple of minutes. Couldn’t have been the boner pills. A fact
that was not lost on the frowning Espinoza.

Rachel started with the corniest fake
moaning, but after a minute I felt a slight shudder radiate from
her hips. Her voice got lower and huskier. Between the mocking,
“Yes, oh yes!” I heard genuine faint gasps. Despite the awkward
position, she was nearing a climax.

That’s when Espinoza pushed me away, Rach’s
legs dropping hard from my shoulders.

“So you enjoyed that? Like I said, you’ll
never feel his love again.” Espinoza reached down and stroked me,
while tip-toeing up and nibbling my ear. “Now that you’re warmed
up, you’re going to finish with the only woman you really care
about.”

Rachel rolled her eyes. Espinoza winked at
her and raised the weapon… then placed it in my hand. “I don’t need
this, Johnny dear. Why don’t you hold onto that?” I fought every
urge down and didn’t hesitate. Without a second glance, I just
safed it and tossed the gun on another chair.

For the first time in the whole ordeal,
Rachel’s proud facade slipped. Her voice cracked. “What the hell?!”
Before I could answer, Espinoza wrapped her arms around me. “Not
another word to her sweetie. Come to me.” I begged Rach to
understand with my eyes, but she must have still assumed she was
invincible.

Espinoza dragged her bound captive to the
edge of her bed, and then flopped down on it. “My love,” no hint of
mockery in her voice, “don’t keep me waiting.” Okay, but I’d make
sure this wasn’t fun for either of us. There was no lingering
playfulness as I undressed her. I just tore her clothes off like a
maniac. Rachel’s eyes glazed over with tears when I pried apart the
boss’s thighs. Did she think this was passion?

“Slow down, you eager beaver. You know what
I need.” I didn’t fight as she shoved my head down between her legs
and started massaging the back of my neck. Admittedly, I was
surprised to find, instead of spiders, her completely shaved and
impeccably clean. Ignoring her clitoris, the most engorged I’d ever
seen, wasn’t easy. I probed fast and randomly. Must have been more
like a doctor’s exam than lovemaking. Damn if I was going to give
her any pleasure. Apparently, it didn’t matter. With every
haphazard flick of my tongue, she seemed only more excited.

I heard sobbing from the other side. Rachel
couldn’t keep it in any longer. What a sick psychological game.
Psychological. A lightning bolt struck me. This nut’s pleasure was
all mental. If control turned her own, then let’s see how she likes
it when someone else wields it.

Espinoza gasped when I flipped her over like
a rag doll. The tiny thing tried to pull herself up, but that only
put her in a better position. I snatched her long pony tail like
the reins of a horse and rode her hard. This wasn’t sex, this was a
straight-up pounding session. I channeled every ridiculous porno
I’d ever seen. “Who’s in control now, bitch?”

Rachel stopped her crying and nodded… but
the magic didn’t last. Under me, the boss arched her back and
howled, “Oh! You are, my lover. Take me, little boss!”

Goddamit! I was so angry that my wild
pistoning missed. I slid out of her. Looking down to reposition, I
saw a tight puckering. Bingo. That had to be new for a lesbian. She
was still rocking to my previous rhythm when I shoved everything
into her anus. Well, shoving is not so accurate. I had to beat that
back door hard to force it in unlubricated.

My efforts were rewarded with a squeal of
panic. Espinoza tried to wiggle away, but I pushed her flat on the
bed. I even pinned her legs together. Make things as tight as
possible. “Fucker” she screamed. A real reaction. I kept at it
until I had the whole shaft in there. It probably hurt me as much
as her, but honestly, the domination shtick kind of made up for
that.

“Fucker!” she gasped again, but then added,
“Oh Fuck! Harder!” I yanked her up to her knees and pushed that
mouth into a pillow. Which only muffled the moaning. She had one
hand rubbing herself and the other actually reached back and
fondled my balls.

I was starting to chaff bad, but couldn’t
stop. Trying to screw fear out of her, I lost complete control and
pounded us both right off the bed. On the ground, she jumped on
top, but slid me right back into the same place. “That’s right.
Give me what she can’t handle!”

Just as I squeezed her breasts and exploded
inside her, the window blew inward. It wasn’t just me; the whole
building shook. In the distance, rifles blazed away… but not all as
outgoing fire. In her scramble to dress, the boss stepped on my
crutch that she was bouncing on just seconds ago. Charlotte burst
through the door. “Cannibals! The gate’s been bombed. It’s a swarm
and they’ve, I swear to God, got guns!”

Espinoza ignored us both and rushed out the
door, shouting orders the whole way. The second I cut Rachel free
she slapped me. Then kicked me. Then kissed me. The firing outside
grew louder, closer. Screams from the hallway drowned out whatever
she tried to say. Without another word, I pushed her through the
shattered window. She knew where to go. I swooped up Espinoza’s
forgotten gun and gave her some covering fire while she sprinted,
still naked, to the motor pool.

The first target I found blew my mind. Even
20 yards away at night, I could tell what it was. A man. Hadn’t
seen a dude in a while. He pointed at Rachel and a pair of crazed
zombies shuffled surprisingly fast right past him and after her.
What type of immunity he had never crossed my mind. Too busy. I
took careful aim and fired. That massive recoil nearly broke my
wrist. Missed the runners by a wide margin.

Emptying the magazine in rage got the job
done. Not a single headshot, but those giant half-inch slugs tore
the runners to shreds. They could still crawl, but they were never
going to run again. Time to move. Not much more I could do here. I
wheeled around and stopped long enough to pull on some shorts and
grab an extra magazine from Espinoza’s discarded holster. Dashing
into the hallway, I cursed myself for not risking the window. On
the other end of the hallways, some guy dragged a bloodied and
cursing women away by her hair. Looked a lot like Cherry.

This one also kept a dim-witted cannibal for
a pet. I had the drop on him, so he ducked behind the creature for
cover. I popped off two quick shots, both shells tearing through
the zombie and slamming the man center mass. He crumbled without a
sound. Aiming a little more steadily, I dropped the zombie with a
round through the forehead. First time I ever killed one without a
scoped rifle. Speaking of which, I capped the crawling zombie and
ran over the dead guy.

Ignoring Cherry’s “thank you’s,” I left her
lying there on the floor. After scooping up the bandit’s rifle I
tried to get his ammo vest off. A mess with his guts all over the
place. I rolled him over, but then jumped away. He groaned and
flipped back over… taking the rifle with him. No way. They don’t
turn that fast. Never. It took a second to realize his hissing were
words. He, or
it
, barred some teeth and pounced back on its
feet. Hunched over in classic zombie attack mode.

While I panicked, Cherry pulled the k-bar
from his belt and rammed it in the back of his neck. “Now we’re
even.” She picked up the rifle. “I have no idea where the boss is.
You coming or what?”

Whatever. I let her lead the way. We ran out
the south door and made a beeline for the maintenance bay. Didn’t
get far. There was some type of last stand going on there. Cherry
and I crouched in the shadows behind a tool shed, terrified to come
any closer. Dozens of armed men ringed the compound within a
compound. They rained down covering fire while scores of zombies
rushed the fence.

Wild firing from several vehicle-mounted
machine guns inside held the horde at bay for a few minutes, but
couldn’t last forever. Some Molotov cocktails burst among the
zombies. Just like any animal, fire was about the only thing
guaranteed to scare them. Didn’t do a thing for the men or
men-beasts shooting at the women. One gal took three rounds in her
stomach while lighting a wick. I turned away in disgust… only to
stare into Espinoza’s face. Her eyes as wide as my own.

Maybe it was the shock, but it took a moment
to realize someone held her head by her hair. I still don’t know if
it was the severed head that made me scream or the sight of
Danielle holding it. “Oh come now. Don’t look so surprised. That’s
no way to greet your new master.” She growled something in a demon
accent that sounded like: “Have fun with her.”

A half-dozen guys appeared from the shadows
and rushed Cherry before she could get a shot off. She didn’t
scream or plead as they hauled her off to the barracks. I stalled
for any seconds that might be left to me. “How’d you survive?
Better yet, how did you domesticate zombies?”