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| XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX | xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx | MAGGIE ○ GREENE xxxxxxxx The days grew shorter for Maggie Greene, expanding her nights into almost never-ending endeavors. Every night was the same as the last; she'd retire to an empty bed of a long day of putting on a front, and strip herself of her farm clothes. Once naked, she'd delicately wrap herself in one of the leftover over-sized shirts that still held the fragrance of a ghost from her past - a man she hadn't seen since before the end of the world began. It was nearly all the twenty-two year old had left of Jake Frazier, a man who still cling to the underside of her eyelids with every blink. Unfortunately, even with the familiar smell of her childhood sweetheart still barely clinging to the material of the shirt, it took the oldest Greene daughter hours to finally breach sleep every night; tossing and turning, always reaching for a warm body that was never there. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxNaturally, the night before had been no different for the brightly green eyed girl, resulting in the woman waking up less than refreshed and ready for the day. As her orbs opened, the sounds of the farm's daily life filtered in through the open windows, helping rise her senses. Sitting up, the brunette took a moment to rub the sleep from her eyes and shift her long locks from her face, tucking them behind her ears. Easing her hands down the front of her self-proclaimed night shirt, her fingers shifted to ball the material within her fists, bringing the collar of the shirt up around her nose to inhale. As the faint smell of her lover seeped into her nostrils, a spark of pained hope struck her in the chest - she knew she shouldn't keep holding onto him, not so tightly, but Maggie couldn't help it. His smell was the only thing that got her out of bed most mornings. Changing into a pair of jeans, a light tank top, and a half-sleeve plaid pull over, the twenty two year old got herself as presentable as possible before leaving her room - Jake's shirt safely hanging on the back of her closet door. With the hardest part of her day accomplished, the oldest Greene sibling started her day; weary smile firmly in place, always ready to keep the conversation on anything but herself. Hours had passed since managing to gather herself out of bed, and within those hours, she'd tended to most of the farm work that she primarily took care of. With the animal work done, Maggie continued onto the clothes and linens, knowing that with a household running on its own supplies now, they needed clean clothes and towels for washing. And, with the added personnel on the farm, it didn't hurt to keep towels and linens freshly ready, just in case of an emergency. Luckily, the quarry was crowded, giving her plenty to distract her mind with as she conversed with the women from Rick's group, swapping cleaning nightmares back and forth to pass the time. As the sun was shifting to its highest point in the sky, Maggie's laundry run had come to an end. With the help from Lori, Maggie and the mother of one carried the wicker baskets of wet clothes into the farm's back property to hang on the lines. A task that hadn't crossed Maggie's mind as dangerous as it turned out to be; to most people, having a relaxing conversation while hanging laundry would almost seem too good to be true now. But the topic that rose was a topic that Maggie had been avoiding every day since Jake had left for the Army. Although Lori hadn't necessarily brought Jake up like that, but her referring to finding Rick on a whim didn't make the green-orbed woman feel comfortable with the discussion. And as soon as the laundry was finished hanging, Maggie abruptly excused herself from the conversation, and quickly disappeared inside to help begin preparing dinner. Now this was something she could do without worrying about someone jabbing in about their husband resurfacing - her Father had strict rules and regulations about the house, and the kitchen wasn't a place of fooling around. When you were preparing a meal, you did it with respect, and care; conversations were idle, and normally only ever consisted of the meal, or tasks that were dinner-related. So, when the usual calm atmosphere that had cloaked the farm ever since Rick's group had settled started to crack, and shouting could be heard outside, Maggie's irritation levels were beginning to rise. Letting out a soft groan under her breath, the twenty two year old finished checking the colour of the turkey meat, releasing the carving knife and fork beside it on its serving plate. Wiping her hands off on a towel, the eldest daughter carried her boots heavily towards the front of the house, looking for an explanation to all the commotion that was serving as an irritating distraction. However, as she rounded to the front hallway, and peered through the screen door, her orbs had to flood past the group that had gathered there in order to see what had caused everyone to stir. A glimpse of a truck's grill flashed before it disappeared behind someone's shoulder, and Maggie lurched forward, slamming the screen door open so suddenly that Carl nearly fell off the bench against the house. "Maggie?" she heard someone ask, concern thick in their voice. The inquiry was ignored as she shuffled through to get a better look at the front drive, hands coming to rest on the rail of the porch. For a moment, Maggie's eyes widened as her orbs grazed the sight of a truck she hadn't seen in what felt like decades. A sight that was too good to be true - it had to be a dream, a really vivid fantasy. But the longer she stood there, grip tightening into the banister of wood, the further that familiar vehicle crawled up the driveway, with no signs of slipping away out of thin air. "Who is it? Is it Shane?" another voice asked, a click of a gun being taken off its safety sounding over Maggie's left shoulder. As soon as the click made its way to her ear, it was like someone had set off a switch in her brain, releasing her muscles and demanding them to move. The twenty two year old fired herself over the porch's railing, despite someone attempting to grab her, scrambling to land on her boots to take off in a run as soon as she hit the ground. Yells and screams fell on deaf ears as she ran for the front gate, arms pumping at her sides as she stared at the familiar six-digit licence plate, begging and hoping this wasn't some sick trick. Every step that pulled her closer to the gate was another notch in her demeanor, chipping away; her green eyes began to well up with tears, eyebrows pulling together so closely that the look of confused awe was obvious on her face from a mile away. "Jacob.." she called under her breath as the truck rolled to a slow stop, reaching the gate. The moment her right hand grasped the handle of the gate's latch, however, Maggie froze. Her eyes bore into the windshield of the truck, staring deeply into the driver's side of the cabin; no matter how much she squinted, however, whoever was inside wasn't seen due to the sun's reflection. "I-is it really.. you?" was nearly all she could breathe out as the door to the truck opened. The tears that had been threatening to fall came crashing down as soon as Jake had one foot outside the truck - just one step was all Maggie needed to see, and she knew automatically who that was. The latch was nearly ripped off its hinges as Maggie jerked the gate open, her legs carrying her as fast as they'd ever carried her. Her small frame scooted around Jake's open truck door, unable to contain herself longer enough to let him close it before her arms were colliding around his neck. Instantly, her head was pressed to his chest, and her arms squeezed tighter, keeping him as flush against her body as she possibly could. As though if she'd even give them a small centimeter apart, it'd grant him the ability to slip away from her again. After a moment, her head lifted, bright green eyes pouring up to inspect his face, both hands shifting to lift up to her love's cheeks to physically examine him. No injuries were seen, no massive scars, no life-threatening changes that she could see.. but that didn't mean that he was unscathed. She couldn't even begin to understand what he could've been through. "Are you hurt?" she asked, sniffling to try and ease her tears, and maintain her breathing as the woman inspected him. Slightly satisfied her search came up with nothing, her tippy toes were used to press a deep, powerful kiss against the man's lips. A kiss that at first had began in a soft peck, but after Maggie had pulled away in order to suck in a gentle breath, she couldn't resist the urge to lunge forward again, melting into another passionate kiss. If she was dreaming, she never wanted to wake up. Ever. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx CHARLOTTE ○ ARCHER xxxxxxxx Two days - or had it been three? - had passed since Charlie had the unfortunate luck of falling into an amateur ambush. Although she insisted to herself that it was an 'amateur' ambush, she still couldn't deny the fact that she'd fallen into it in the first place. That's what getting sloppy got her, naturally. It wasn't a very big encampment, with a handful of people at most running the shots. Charlie hadn't had the luxury of seeing much of her surroundings, considering she hadn't been all that conscious when they had brought her in, but from what she'd gathered from overhearing, these weren't very secretive or smart people - smart enough to catch a dehydrated and nearly starved twenty four year old, but stupid enough not to kill her after taking all of her valuables. For the most part, the few women in the camp seemed to be the only reason that Charlie hadn't been completely violated and left to rot by now; one of the two of the women generally kept an eye on her throughout the day, sometimes bringing a mouthful of water, almost like they were ready to keep her alive. For whatever purpose, the ex-merc couldn't fathom beyond possibly needing more hands to work for them. Either way, the redhead wasn't entirely set on sticking around long enough to find out their great scheme with their hostage. "Come the fuck on!" cursed the woman under her breath, shifting her weight in the sitting position she'd been forced to maintain, due to the bonds around her wrists. Stretching her right leg out once more, she attempted to reach out and hook a bucket of what appeared to be miscellaneous items. With any luck, she might be able to fish something out that would be sharp enough to cut the ropes from her wrists - that's not mentioning the luck she'd need in order to reach this bucket, however. "Almost.." Charlie breathed out under her breath as she stretched again, the toe of her combat boot grazing the side of the bucket. The door to the cabin she'd been stuffed inside quickly swung open in another attempt to stretch forward, causing the redhead to flinch her leg back, and quickly slam her eyelids closed. Assuming a 'sleeping' position, Charlie opened her eyes just enough to see through her eyelashes, able to make out two of the more familiar males who seemed to kick around the cabin more than everyone else. Only, they were carrying in a second body by the arms, and had little to no interest in her (which wasn't something Charlie was about to complain about). New meat? After the cabin door closed again, signalling their retreat, Charlotte's eyes opened again, revealing dark hazel orbs. These orbs peered across the close quarter cabin, and came face to face with another being. Pinching her eyebrows together, the twenty four year old slowly did a once-over from what she could see; no weapons, definitely roughed up.. Yep. He was a sorry bastard, just like she was. And just like her in the beginning, he was out cold, which probably explained the lack of fight when they tied the same restraints on him that she adorned. "Great.. misery loves company." As time passed, and Charlie became more and more comfortable with seeing the stranger across from her, her plan to escape resumed. Contorting herself once more, she stretched herself as far as she possibly could - ropes biting into her skin in order to get that extra few centimeters. Even still, her boots weren't the best for trying to shift a heavy bucket along a dirty floor without rising the suspicion of the entire encampment. And no matter how much Charlie stretched, her legs were only so long, and if she kept up like that, there'd be no skin left along the outside of her wrist. Desperation was starting to cling to her thoughts - eyes constantly seeking something new to possibly try and reach that might help; easing her body into this position or that position in an attempt to achieve that extra inch of room. No matter what Charlie did, or thought up, it was useless. She wasn't getting out of this alone. Time to execute plan 'wake this other poor bastard up'. "Hey! Wake up!" Okay, so, probably not the best attempt at waking up someone who's been knocked out, but given that it'd been some time since he'd been brought in, Charlie was hoping the sound of her voice would at least cause him to stir. "C'mon, buddy.. Open those eyes.." she mused, kicking the heel of her boot against the floorboard underneath them to add an extra echo of sound. | xxxxxxxxxxxxxx | XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX |
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“Gear up, men. You’re going back home.”
Quarter of a year ago, Staff Sergeant Jacob Frazier sat in a room full of other similarly ranked members of the United States Army. His tour was not over in the Middle East, but he was going home. Well, he was not exactly going home. There were troubles back in the States. It was mostly classified and the men inside this room were one of a few that were picked to lead back home. Even though he was twenty-two, Jake had always been on the fast track. From taking Junior ROTC classes in high school and blowing by his training in boot camp, the male was well-respected already. As a Staff Sergeant, he was in control of an entire unit: some men were even older than him. Most soldiers inside this room were nearly twice his age. Why him? A handful of phenomenal recommendations helped. Jake had an uncanny ability to become a leader among his peers. He held a respect for rules and authority while not giving ground on his morals. Not every man liked Staff Sergeant Frazier, but every man sure as hell respected him. Wise beyond his years, it paid off because he was returning to the United States.
It felt like a dream because he was in charge of the Atlanta, Georgia Safe-Zone. There was a breakout: an epidemic of sorts. It was a strain of the flu that killed in large quantities of people. Even worse, it somehow made normal human beings into flesh-eating creatures. This was the literal definition of zombie: though that was not the politically correct word used. Anyone “infected” must be put down immediately. Even those whom die a natural death must have their brain shut off by a blade or bullet. The job Jake had in the Atlanta safe zone involved quarantining miles of the city, overseeing operations at various hospitals, and putting down any infected patients that were needed. He was asked to do things he was not proud of: things that kept him awake at night. Even though he was back home, there was nothing welcoming about it. The only thing keeping him going was a necklace around his neck. Maggie Greene, his one and true love, gave it to him before he deployed nearly a year ago. After being deployed for a couple years, he had returned to his family in Georgia for a few months. He even started college but he was recalled back.
It was painful to leave Maggie. They had been talking about the possibility of getting married. Countless times, Jake heard a brother in arms of his talk about a woman he left back home and how they were unfaithful. Jake was lucky. As soon as he returned from his deployment, Maggie was not in the bed or the arms of someone else. She was waiting to greet him with that wide smile and gorgeous look on her face. Her eyes were such a deep shade of green that he could see them whenever he closed his own. At night, he would squeeze his eyes shut tight, especially under the sound of gun fire and mortars, and picture himself back on the farm with Maggie when they would sneak around back in high school. Sometimes, it was not even to have sex. There were many times they would sneak around the barn just to hold each other in their arms. Hershel was on their case more than once but it appeared the old man held nothing but respect for him now. There was a real future for Jake and Maggie once Jake finished. It was supposed to be his last deployment. Another year and a half, then he could come home for good.
Since he was back in Georgia, the logical thing to do was contact Maggie. He tried. Phone call after phone call was placed with no answer because communications were down. Power was out. She lived so deep in the country that it was impossible to reach her and do his job in Atlanta. Not a day went by without pain. It was more painful than being across the world from her because she was less than a hundred miles from him yet she might as well have been in a different country. Every day, one of the CDC leaders said it would not be long before he could leave. They were right, but it was not like things were that simple. The city was bombed without warning. The same country he lived and nearly died for tried to kill him. They betrayed him. Patients in the hospital were killed. Nurses and doctors were killed. Children. Women. Men. Elderly people. It was a miracle that Jake even survived. The hospital collapsed around him yet he found a way to escape the fiery blaze.
From there, it had been nearly two months on his own. The only thing in his possession was the military uniform on his back and an assault rifle with a couple extra magazines he found. It took him a while to reach his Uncle’s ranch. On that ranch was his last living relatives. His father died when Jake was thirteen. Marcus Frazier was retired from the Army and serving as a police officer. He was killed in combat. Jake’s mother died a couple years ago from cancer. His Uncle Troy was the last remaining relative but the ranch was abandoned. It was likely he went to one of the supposed safe zone shelters that were leveled. When things were looking unlucky, Jake hit a stroke of luck. His white pick up truck was still there. It was an older model that his father gave him. Jake learned to drive on this thing and it was probably going to be his until it gave out. Somehow, the damn thing still worked. Jake knew there was a reason he kept that key.
It was still not an easy path after that. Dealing with bandits and other groups that did not take kindly to soldiers, he dodged bullets often. In fact, his truck was stolen once and he had been shot in the shoulder. That was last week. Only a few days ago, he recovered the truck and beat the men senseless that took it from him. It was survival of the fittest and nobody was stopping him from returning to Maggie. All odds said that she was not alive. Hardly anyone was still alive but Jake was ever the optimist. Driving up to the Green Family Farm, he saw that the gate was closed. That was a good sign. Next, he saw a figure running towards him. Long, black hair was bouncing and it was almost like he could see those green orbs from here. Maggie. There were many questions like who in the hell were these people but clearly Maggie was fine. She was in his arms and everything felt right. Usually, he was not an emotional man. Now, however, tears were spilling from his eyes. Other figures were running from the house as well but they stopped when it was obvious Maggie knew him.
“Maggie. Oh, my God. Maggie. You’re okay. My sweet, sweet Princess. I’ve missed you. I love you.”
It was all he could do to croak out those words. After finishing, her lips contacted his in a sweet kiss. She pressed against the bullet wound in his shoulder but that was the least of his concerns right now. Jake kissed her as passionately as he could, to the point where she was practically pushed up against his truck. His tongue slipped deep into her mouth and his fingers started stroking through her hair while the other hand cupped her face. Jake lost track of time. In reality, this lasted for at least five minutes before they pulled back with swollen lips and ragged breathing. By this time, Hershel and Beth were also around to see it. Beth was grinning from ear to ear and Hershel was explaining who this man was to the rest of the group. Beth always saw him like a big brother. Sure, there was Shawn but she always had a special connection with her sister’s boyfriend. Hershel always did like him even though he chased him away from physical contact often. Now was not a time to discourage this kissing. Hershel only smiled. Even though fathers should never think a man is good enough for his daughter, Jake made it pretty damn difficult to keep that trend going.
Now, Jake could only focus on Maggie, though. He had always been a part of their family and now he was back.
“Maggie.” He breathed out again. “I’m alright. Are you? Have you been safe?” The young man asked quietly. His uniform was practically torn to pieces. Other than bruises and cuts on his face and the self-wrapped bandage around the bullet wound, Jake was in one piece. There was much to tell Maggie but now he only wanted to hold her and hug her.
“I love you.”
He already told her that but it felt like it was never said enough. His lips found hers again and this kiss was much sweeter and quicker. He needed to get his truck inside the gates but he was too frozen.
“Who are all these people, Maggie? Is everything alright here at the farm?” He whispered quietly, noticing the two missing people of the Greene family. There was much to be filled in but Hershel saw the wound on his shoulder so he decided to speak up.
Approaching Jake, he went in for a hug and Jake returned it though he kept holding Maggie’s hand.
“Jake. You look like a mess. Why don’t you come on inside so I can get a look at you?”
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It was stupid. A clear-minded, level-headed Shane Walsh would have never let this happen. Feeling a mixture of regret and sadness about leaving his friends behind, Shane stopped when he saw a man and a woman beside a broken down car. They looked harmless enough. It changed after the hood was popped and a violence force was thrown against his skull. Almost immediately, Shane was knocked out. Before fading, he heard more than two voices and realized he had walked into an ambush. Usually, this was not something that would happen to Shane. Unfortunately, his mind was not in the right place. This happened because of it. The secret about the walkers in the barn had just gotten out but nobody wanted to do anything about it except him. Lori was pregnant, it was his, but she refused to accept it. It felt like everyone hated him and looked at him like a villain. In short, he wanted to kill Rick but he knew doing that would accomplish nothing. Lori would never be his. Neither would the baby. It bottled up for so long and he just took off from the group. It was not like they would miss him, right? Even as he stormed out of the house and into his car, nobody tried to stop him. Even when he gathered the supplies that he had collected, nobody tried to stop him.
Dazed and confused, the 37-year-old man opened his eyes. With a large gash in the back of his head, Shane felt the blood dripping out. It seemed that someone stopped the bleeding long enough to help him survive, however. The next thing he noticed was the sound of another voice. It was a female but it was too dark to see. At first, it took Shane a few minutes to piece together what exactly happened. His last few minutes of consciousness were blurry but it was slowly becoming clearer. It was difficult to recall anything, though. This splitting headache was driving him crazy. Ignoring the sound of a stranger’s voice, Shane tried to raise his hands towards his head. It was only a natural reaction to such a pain. He was more attentive once he tried to move his hand upwards but it would no longer move. His hands were bound behind his back and his ankles were bound together as well. Shit. This was worse than he thought.
Since he was in a dark room and restrained while there were many others outside talking and laughing, one could only assume that the woman here was also a captive. On the other hand, they used deception to screw him over the first time. Not again.
“Shut the fuck up. I’m not falling for one of these damn tricks again. I’m going to get the fuck out of here.”
There was a fiery edge to his voice, but also a thickness of a southern accent to represent his true roots. Shane was a country boy down to every last fiber and it showed. Not knowing that the other woman had a plan, Shane was losing his mind and his temper collectively. He banged his combat boots on the floor, the wall, and wherever else he could reach. Then, he started shouting as he tried to sit up.
“Hey! Get your fucking coward asses in here right now! Untie me and fight me like a man. We’ll see how you do when you fight me from in front this time. Fuck you. Fuck all of you!”
His day went from bad to worse and Shane was not exactly having a good time coping with his situation. He was practically in the denial stage, not wanting to believe that he was fucked over. His nostrils flared and he was practically snarling. Nobody answered him so he started to kick harder and shout louder.
“Come on, you cowards! Fight me right now. Let me out of this fucking place! I will kill all you sons of bitches!”
Shane continued struggling, the rope on his wrists rubbing the skin raw and making him bleed. It might not be that easy to get him to be quiet.
Quarter of a year ago, Staff Sergeant Jacob Frazier sat in a room full of other similarly ranked members of the United States Army. His tour was not over in the Middle East, but he was going home. Well, he was not exactly going home. There were troubles back in the States. It was mostly classified and the men inside this room were one of a few that were picked to lead back home. Even though he was twenty-two, Jake had always been on the fast track. From taking Junior ROTC classes in high school and blowing by his training in boot camp, the male was well-respected already. As a Staff Sergeant, he was in control of an entire unit: some men were even older than him. Most soldiers inside this room were nearly twice his age. Why him? A handful of phenomenal recommendations helped. Jake had an uncanny ability to become a leader among his peers. He held a respect for rules and authority while not giving ground on his morals. Not every man liked Staff Sergeant Frazier, but every man sure as hell respected him. Wise beyond his years, it paid off because he was returning to the United States.
It felt like a dream because he was in charge of the Atlanta, Georgia Safe-Zone. There was a breakout: an epidemic of sorts. It was a strain of the flu that killed in large quantities of people. Even worse, it somehow made normal human beings into flesh-eating creatures. This was the literal definition of zombie: though that was not the politically correct word used. Anyone “infected” must be put down immediately. Even those whom die a natural death must have their brain shut off by a blade or bullet. The job Jake had in the Atlanta safe zone involved quarantining miles of the city, overseeing operations at various hospitals, and putting down any infected patients that were needed. He was asked to do things he was not proud of: things that kept him awake at night. Even though he was back home, there was nothing welcoming about it. The only thing keeping him going was a necklace around his neck. Maggie Greene, his one and true love, gave it to him before he deployed nearly a year ago. After being deployed for a couple years, he had returned to his family in Georgia for a few months. He even started college but he was recalled back.
It was painful to leave Maggie. They had been talking about the possibility of getting married. Countless times, Jake heard a brother in arms of his talk about a woman he left back home and how they were unfaithful. Jake was lucky. As soon as he returned from his deployment, Maggie was not in the bed or the arms of someone else. She was waiting to greet him with that wide smile and gorgeous look on her face. Her eyes were such a deep shade of green that he could see them whenever he closed his own. At night, he would squeeze his eyes shut tight, especially under the sound of gun fire and mortars, and picture himself back on the farm with Maggie when they would sneak around back in high school. Sometimes, it was not even to have sex. There were many times they would sneak around the barn just to hold each other in their arms. Hershel was on their case more than once but it appeared the old man held nothing but respect for him now. There was a real future for Jake and Maggie once Jake finished. It was supposed to be his last deployment. Another year and a half, then he could come home for good.
Since he was back in Georgia, the logical thing to do was contact Maggie. He tried. Phone call after phone call was placed with no answer because communications were down. Power was out. She lived so deep in the country that it was impossible to reach her and do his job in Atlanta. Not a day went by without pain. It was more painful than being across the world from her because she was less than a hundred miles from him yet she might as well have been in a different country. Every day, one of the CDC leaders said it would not be long before he could leave. They were right, but it was not like things were that simple. The city was bombed without warning. The same country he lived and nearly died for tried to kill him. They betrayed him. Patients in the hospital were killed. Nurses and doctors were killed. Children. Women. Men. Elderly people. It was a miracle that Jake even survived. The hospital collapsed around him yet he found a way to escape the fiery blaze.
From there, it had been nearly two months on his own. The only thing in his possession was the military uniform on his back and an assault rifle with a couple extra magazines he found. It took him a while to reach his Uncle’s ranch. On that ranch was his last living relatives. His father died when Jake was thirteen. Marcus Frazier was retired from the Army and serving as a police officer. He was killed in combat. Jake’s mother died a couple years ago from cancer. His Uncle Troy was the last remaining relative but the ranch was abandoned. It was likely he went to one of the supposed safe zone shelters that were leveled. When things were looking unlucky, Jake hit a stroke of luck. His white pick up truck was still there. It was an older model that his father gave him. Jake learned to drive on this thing and it was probably going to be his until it gave out. Somehow, the damn thing still worked. Jake knew there was a reason he kept that key.
It was still not an easy path after that. Dealing with bandits and other groups that did not take kindly to soldiers, he dodged bullets often. In fact, his truck was stolen once and he had been shot in the shoulder. That was last week. Only a few days ago, he recovered the truck and beat the men senseless that took it from him. It was survival of the fittest and nobody was stopping him from returning to Maggie. All odds said that she was not alive. Hardly anyone was still alive but Jake was ever the optimist. Driving up to the Green Family Farm, he saw that the gate was closed. That was a good sign. Next, he saw a figure running towards him. Long, black hair was bouncing and it was almost like he could see those green orbs from here. Maggie. There were many questions like who in the hell were these people but clearly Maggie was fine. She was in his arms and everything felt right. Usually, he was not an emotional man. Now, however, tears were spilling from his eyes. Other figures were running from the house as well but they stopped when it was obvious Maggie knew him.
“Maggie. Oh, my God. Maggie. You’re okay. My sweet, sweet Princess. I’ve missed you. I love you.”
It was all he could do to croak out those words. After finishing, her lips contacted his in a sweet kiss. She pressed against the bullet wound in his shoulder but that was the least of his concerns right now. Jake kissed her as passionately as he could, to the point where she was practically pushed up against his truck. His tongue slipped deep into her mouth and his fingers started stroking through her hair while the other hand cupped her face. Jake lost track of time. In reality, this lasted for at least five minutes before they pulled back with swollen lips and ragged breathing. By this time, Hershel and Beth were also around to see it. Beth was grinning from ear to ear and Hershel was explaining who this man was to the rest of the group. Beth always saw him like a big brother. Sure, there was Shawn but she always had a special connection with her sister’s boyfriend. Hershel always did like him even though he chased him away from physical contact often. Now was not a time to discourage this kissing. Hershel only smiled. Even though fathers should never think a man is good enough for his daughter, Jake made it pretty damn difficult to keep that trend going.
Now, Jake could only focus on Maggie, though. He had always been a part of their family and now he was back.
“Maggie.” He breathed out again. “I’m alright. Are you? Have you been safe?” The young man asked quietly. His uniform was practically torn to pieces. Other than bruises and cuts on his face and the self-wrapped bandage around the bullet wound, Jake was in one piece. There was much to tell Maggie but now he only wanted to hold her and hug her.
“I love you.”
He already told her that but it felt like it was never said enough. His lips found hers again and this kiss was much sweeter and quicker. He needed to get his truck inside the gates but he was too frozen.
“Who are all these people, Maggie? Is everything alright here at the farm?” He whispered quietly, noticing the two missing people of the Greene family. There was much to be filled in but Hershel saw the wound on his shoulder so he decided to speak up.
Approaching Jake, he went in for a hug and Jake returned it though he kept holding Maggie’s hand.
“Jake. You look like a mess. Why don’t you come on inside so I can get a look at you?”
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It was stupid. A clear-minded, level-headed Shane Walsh would have never let this happen. Feeling a mixture of regret and sadness about leaving his friends behind, Shane stopped when he saw a man and a woman beside a broken down car. They looked harmless enough. It changed after the hood was popped and a violence force was thrown against his skull. Almost immediately, Shane was knocked out. Before fading, he heard more than two voices and realized he had walked into an ambush. Usually, this was not something that would happen to Shane. Unfortunately, his mind was not in the right place. This happened because of it. The secret about the walkers in the barn had just gotten out but nobody wanted to do anything about it except him. Lori was pregnant, it was his, but she refused to accept it. It felt like everyone hated him and looked at him like a villain. In short, he wanted to kill Rick but he knew doing that would accomplish nothing. Lori would never be his. Neither would the baby. It bottled up for so long and he just took off from the group. It was not like they would miss him, right? Even as he stormed out of the house and into his car, nobody tried to stop him. Even when he gathered the supplies that he had collected, nobody tried to stop him.
Dazed and confused, the 37-year-old man opened his eyes. With a large gash in the back of his head, Shane felt the blood dripping out. It seemed that someone stopped the bleeding long enough to help him survive, however. The next thing he noticed was the sound of another voice. It was a female but it was too dark to see. At first, it took Shane a few minutes to piece together what exactly happened. His last few minutes of consciousness were blurry but it was slowly becoming clearer. It was difficult to recall anything, though. This splitting headache was driving him crazy. Ignoring the sound of a stranger’s voice, Shane tried to raise his hands towards his head. It was only a natural reaction to such a pain. He was more attentive once he tried to move his hand upwards but it would no longer move. His hands were bound behind his back and his ankles were bound together as well. Shit. This was worse than he thought.
Since he was in a dark room and restrained while there were many others outside talking and laughing, one could only assume that the woman here was also a captive. On the other hand, they used deception to screw him over the first time. Not again.
“Shut the fuck up. I’m not falling for one of these damn tricks again. I’m going to get the fuck out of here.”
There was a fiery edge to his voice, but also a thickness of a southern accent to represent his true roots. Shane was a country boy down to every last fiber and it showed. Not knowing that the other woman had a plan, Shane was losing his mind and his temper collectively. He banged his combat boots on the floor, the wall, and wherever else he could reach. Then, he started shouting as he tried to sit up.
“Hey! Get your fucking coward asses in here right now! Untie me and fight me like a man. We’ll see how you do when you fight me from in front this time. Fuck you. Fuck all of you!”
His day went from bad to worse and Shane was not exactly having a good time coping with his situation. He was practically in the denial stage, not wanting to believe that he was fucked over. His nostrils flared and he was practically snarling. Nobody answered him so he started to kick harder and shout louder.
“Come on, you cowards! Fight me right now. Let me out of this fucking place! I will kill all you sons of bitches!”
Shane continued struggling, the rope on his wrists rubbing the skin raw and making him bleed. It might not be that easy to get him to be quiet.
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| XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX | xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx | MAGGIE ○ GREENE xxxxxxxx Worried eyes traced every inch of Jacob's skin that was visible to the twenty two year old woman, a small frown tugging at the corner of her lips when she spotted the discoloration that belonged to the bruises he sported. Her grip on him grew tighter, almost like if she didn't cling to him, he'd slip away. But at the initiation of her kiss, everything else faded to an instant black, and she was left with nothing but the press of Jacob's lips against her own. Even when he shifted their posture, and pressed her against the side of his truck, all Maggie could focus on was getting a fresher on what he tasted like, and the feel of his tongue gliding along her own. The brunette had completely forgotten that they had a group of people, most watching in shock at the two couple. Even as the kiss parted, and she uttered her question, the woman barely took note to the extra eyes witnessing their reunion - the only thing that mattered right now was Jake, and making sure he was fine. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxA quick nod was instantly made at Jacob's own question towards her safety, and she finally took a moment to give her father and step-sister a glance. Tears couldn't stop swelling within her eye's waterlines, and as her bright green eyes carried back to look at the man before her, a few more drops fell down her cheeks to fall to her tank top. "Look at you.." she breathed, barely able to make the words leave the back of her throat as her hands skimmed up his cheeks, trying to make sure that the bruises were the worst injuries on his head. Inhaling deeply as her eyes scanned his chest - completely bewildered at the state of his uniform - it took all her self control to refrain from grabbing Jacob's hand, and leading him directly into the house so she could fix him up. No explanations, no story time, no catching up - just get him cleaned up, patched, and into some fresh clothes. But the elders daughter knew better than that. Jake didn't just mean the world to her - he meant the world to her entire family. Beth and her Father's bright, welcoming smiles were more than enough to remind her of that, even in her small phase of hysteria. "I love you too, Jake. My God, I love you." was all Maggie could repeat after hearing those three glorious words seep from Jake's lips, securely taking his hands within her own. At his question about the newcomers on the farm - quite a handful more people than he was used to seeing occupying the property, that was for sure - Maggie's eyes shifted to peer towards the smiling faces of Rick's group. Most seemed relaxed, knowing that Maggie and her family were well-aware of who the newcomer was. Glancing back to the love of her life, the twenty two year old tucked some hair behind her ear and leaned up to press a soft kiss to his cheek. "I'll catch you up, don't worry. A lot's happened since you left.." As her sentence finished, she ebbed off a bit, the memory of her step mother, step brother, and Otis all rushing in at the same time. Three faces that Jacob most likely would've been expecting to be greeted with as well.. Luckily, her Father was perfect with his timing, closing the distance to the two reuniting couple to pull Jacob into a welcoming hug. As the two embraced, Maggie squeezed Jake's hand, flashing him a smile over her father's shoulder. It was a bright smile, one still plagued with a hint of sadness, but her joy couldn't be hidden with the dusk reality of the life they now lived - not with the love of her life standing so close. "I think that sounds like a good idea, Daddy. Table was just about set," the oldest sibling mused, leaning in to give Jacob a soft peck on the cheek, trying to mind any bruises or scraps he might have. "At least you're not late for dinner." For what felt like the first time in a little over a year, Maggie let out a soft laugh, a smile breaching her lips to crack the dim reality hanging over their heads. With a soft squeeze on his hand, Maggie leaned in and pressed another soft kiss to Jake's lips, before urging him to continue into the yard with her father and step sister to be taken care of. Climbing into the front cab of the truck, Maggie closed the driver door and started the engine to the pick up. As soon as the crowd had dispersed enough, she gave the truck a little gas and road the vehicle inside and up the driveway, rolling the truck into one of the open portions of their tracker barn. Cutting the engine, she grabbed the keys out and searched for any belongings that Jacob had brought with him, and carried everything into the house - directly to her bedroom. Their bedroom. Plopping his bag down on her bed, uncaring for any dirt or smudges it might leave, Maggie released the biggest, exaggerated sigh of hope. The smile that was clinging to the corners of her lips just from seeing his bag on her bed had the woman's heart nearly bursting out of her chest. A fluttery feeling that only increased when she heard a knock on her door, and Beth poked her bright smile into the bedroom. "Dad's almost done with Jake's arm," she mused softly, leaning against the door frame. "You coming down? I already set an extra spot beside you for him." The grin that overtook Maggie's face as soon as her younger sister told her that little bit of information was enormous - something that lead the twenty two to close the distance between the girls, and pull her into the biggest hug she'd been able to give anyone in months. Giving Beth a grateful smile, Maggie slipped past and headed back down stairs, her feet carrying her until she was back at Jacob's side. However, once she saw exactly what her Father had been tending to, Maggie's smile lessened a bit, and was replaced with a look of worry. "Someone shot you?" she asked, hovering over her father's shoulder to inspect the stitches that were being sown to close the wound. "When did that happen!?" The look Hershel slowly glanced over his shoulder to give his daughter was one that made her instantly pull her composure back together - Jacob had, after all, been in the Army for a little over a year, now. Getting shot at probably wasn't the worst thing he'd seen in the past few months, with everything that had risen. But it wasn't Maggie's fault - the moment she learned that Jacob had been interested in enrolling, that's the very first fear that struck her mind. A bullet taking the life of her love. Compared to biters, bullets seemed so harmless now.. "He's taken good care of it, Mags." was all she could hear being muttered under her father's breath as he shifted to finish sealing the wound. Maggie let out a bit of a scoff at the small "reassurance" her father had attempted to give her, reaching for the small scissors to cut the stitching line for her father. Carefully, she tied a knot to keep the string in place, before lifting a damp clothe and resting it over the wound momentarily. Hershel gathered up the medical supplies that he'd used from the first aid kit, and began to place them all together. Once finished, he gave Jake another once-over before nodding in approval. "Wash up. I'll see you both for prayer." A gentle smile ebbed onto his lips as he left the lounge to wash himself up before dinner, leaving the two momentarily alone. "I can't believe you're here.. so much has changed.." was all the green-eyed woman could say to break the silence, coming to lean down on her knees in front of his seated position, cupping either side of his face. "I.. thought you were gone, for good. When the Military came, but you.. didn't.." Thickly, Maggie swallowed back the tears that were threatening to start swelling again, and she inhaled deeply, dropping her hands to firmly take his within her own. "I'm never letting you go again. Ever." Leaning forward, the twenty two year old captured Jacob's lips with her own, pressing a passionate kiss to his. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx CHARLOTTE ○ ARCHER xxxxxxxx “Shut the fuck up. I’m not falling for one of these damn tricks again. I’m going to get the fuck out of here.” "Damn," was nearly all Charlotte could let escape her lips after the man before her had finally come to. "Look who also woke up on the wrong side of the ambush." Naturally, the second part of her statement wasn't said as loudly - if the man across from her heard her statement or not, it didn't make much difference to her. He was clearly under the impression that she was probably part of the same ploy he'd already fallen for once - which wouldn't be that bad of an idea. Most would do anything to help a woman in such a situation, for the simple fact of its principle. But did he really think these people were that stupid, to carry out an ambush like that, and then pose further tricks for this guy to land into? Either way, it was clear that the compliance of the man across from her wasn't exactly in reach - not yet. Unfortunately, the longer this male seemed to be coherent, the more noise and attention he was starting to draw. Considering Charlie had been a fairly silent captive - only cussing them out when she couldn't pretend to be asleep, and they were in sight - she had a feeling that the sudden arousal of noise might perk the interest of at least one of the bandits. If she were in charge at all, she knew for a fact that she wouldn't want some guy screaming his head off in the middle of the woods - god only knew what would hear him. More people, walkers.. Not to mention, it was giving her a splitting headache. "Jesus fucking Christ, guy," she hissed after he was finished screaming that he'd kill every single one of them, shifting to try and make it so that her voice could carry over to him without needing to raise it as loud. "What the fuck are you doing? You're gonna get both of our sorry asses piked." At least, with the sounds of his struggling and definacy to remain still, Charlie didn't have to worry about making alerting anyone to the noises she had been trying to keep under wraps. The man before her was more than a big enough distraction.. she could've probably broke one of the smudged, dirty windows in the small cabin without worrying about someone hearing the crash over his tantrum. It didn't take long before the door to the cabin was slamming open, the two men who'd carried Shane in entering the small room quickly. The first one instantly cocked his fist back, and slammed it directly into Shane's jaw - maybe hoping to knock him unconscious again. Unfortunately for those two, it didn't work - the hit either wasn't hard enough, or hadn't been in the sweet spot, leaving the man who'd delivered the punch to let out a furious sigh. It looked as though he might wind up for another punch soon, but for now, as he started spewing insults down to Shane, it looked as though he was nursing his knuckles from the fresh hit he'd just delivered. Good.. that gave her some time, especially given that both of their backs were to her. The pail she'd been attempting to reach was her only hope - and all she could do was hope that the newcomer kept their friends busy long enough to award her with a chance to even the odds. Stretching herself out as far as she could, Charlie bit the inside of her lip as she focused on exhaling at the same time as guiding her leg, hoping that releasing her breath with give her the few centimeters needed to complete the connection. It wasn't the easiest of tasks, especially with the threat of either of them just looking over their shoulders and seeing her attempt hanging over her head, quite literally. Somehow, the hazel-eyed ex mercenary shifted the pail, the toe of her combat boot sliding the heavy bucket slightly closer to her position. The drag had been slightly noticeable, however, and Charlie snapped her legs back into a crossed position before either of the meatbags in front of her could look behind, and see her plan unfolding. "Think Tom's keepin' 'em around for anythin' in particular?" asked the larger male on the right as he eyed Charlie up and down, eyes lingering on the tears that exposed the woman's mid-drift through her tank top. "Bunch'a headaches if you ask me. More mouths to feed.. more bitchin' to hear," the second one soon replied, kicking a foot out to shove it into Shane's boot. "Tell you somethin', though. This one doesn't learn how to keep his trap shut, and I'll find a way to keep it occupied. Been dyin' to try out those new pliers we found in Atlanta city.." That response instantly made the larger male shudder, his attention shifting back down to Shane. "You hear that, big boy?" Crouching down, keeping himself just out of reach of Shane's radius, the man grinned cockily at the ex-cop, sneering almost proudly. "You either shut that mouth of yours, or Kevin here's gonna rip your tongue out. Wont be shoutin' much then-" Thwack! What had been a cocky expression quickly turned into a shocked, and pained one. The man shifted, as though to look over his shoulder at where the strike had come from, but find himself unable to move his neck. In one fell movement, Charlie lifted her right foot, and slammed it into the back of the man, releasing the hammer from the back of the man's skull. As the body lurched forward, the redhead was quick to turn her attention to the man remaining, cocking the hammer back again. Only, with her element of surprise now completely shattered, it wasn't going to be as simple as connecting the blow and being able to be done with it. The remaining man grabbed Charlie's arm, forcing her to twist into him, so her back was now firmly pressed against his chest; strong arms came to pin around her, trying to wrestle the hammer from her grip. The entire time, she trashed and struggled, even going to the lengths of stomping all of her weight down on the male's right foot - a feat that nearly gained her freedom, but not one hundred percent. The falter was quickly made up for, and she was tossed in the direction she had been tied against the shelving unit there. Fast reflexes weren't enough to catch her fall, unfortunately, and Charlotte slammed face-first into one of the shelves as she released her make-shift weapon. Blood could be felt dripping from her left nostril, as the woman righted herself, trying to scramble back onto her feet as quick as possible. The man closed the distance relatively fast between them, but took her posture for granted as he went to embrace her in another pin, and ended up getting a feral kick to the chest. It was enough to send him wobbling back on his feet, and in a quick breath, Charlie called out to the stranger who she'd been cursing at only moments before. "Trip him!" Leaning down, she quickly gathered the hammer that had toppled from her grasp, starting to close the distance between her and the bandit as soon as she had it firmly in her hand, hoping that the stranger would take her words to heart, and help her take this guy down. Without food or proper water, her strength wasn't where it usually was - and she'd already spent a good portion of her stamina delivering that first sneak attack. Still bound or not, Charlie wasn't going to accomplish this without his help. | xxxxxxxxxxxxxx | XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX |
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Just like Maggie, Jake knew there was much to tell her as well. It appeared that the strangers on the farm were also curious. It seemed like they had never spoken to a soldier before. Clearly, he had more information about this outbreak than they did. Before they were vultures and asking him questions, everyone cleared a path. They respected the reunion that they witnessed before them. While Hershel watched this happen, he could immediately see the smile on Maggie’s face. It had been a long time since he had seen that on her lips. Well, she smiled every single day but it was forced and Hershel, Beth, and everyone else had seen right through it. The old man prayed daily for Jake’s safe return because he knew that the soldier would be here if he could. Hershel understood the love his daughter and his future son-in-law shared. When everything was looking bleak, it appeared that he had witnessed a real miracle right before his own eyes. It gave him hope. It gave Beth hope. Even the strangers in Rick Grimes’ group were happy because it was rare to see something like this now.
“Yes, someone shot me. It happened last week. I have much I should catch you up on as well but we have plenty of time for that. I could use dinner. I’m starving.”
In the past four months, Jake had eaten nothing but crackers and canned food. Even then, he was forced to eat conservatively. His body was tired and he was starving. Even though he had not eaten well in a long time, it felt like he could eat a horse now. It did not matter about solid foods possibly having an ill-effect on him, Jake did not care. There was nothing better than home cooking from the Greene Family Farm. It was almost as if he could smell the food now as soon as Maggie told him dinner was ready. In agreeance, he walked with Hershel up the driveway while Maggie drove his truck. Honestly, she was the only person other than himself that ever touched his beloved pickup. Even then, sometimes Maggie had to sweeten the deal to drive his pickup.
“I won’t beat around the bush. Otis. Shawn. Annette. They are sick. We’re taking care of Shawn and Annette until we find a cure. Otis was somewhere in the city when it happened and there was no finding him. These people here are from a group that are staying at the farm temporarily. Otis accidentally shot a young boy from this group. They are leaving soon. Not all of them are bad people but I want them gone.”
Hershel felt better now. If he needed to force Rick and his group off the land, Jake could help. Jake, however, was more confused at what he said about Shawn and Annette.
“What do you mean that you’re taking care of them until you find a cure?” Jake questioned quietly.
“They are sick. We… We keep them in the barn and feed them chickens. There are some neighbors, too. We won’t let anything happen to them. Don’t worry.”
This was not good. Hershel was keeping infected inside the barn with Maggie around?! It made Jake’s blood boil but now was not a time for an argument with Hershel. The old man thought with prayer and patience, a cure was found. That was not true, though. He was not in the city when things went to hell. Hershel was not on the run every single day for the past two months from the infected and the living. There was no curing the infected. They were dangerous and Jake had to protect his own. As much as he loved Hershel, if he was putting Maggie at risk, then that was not something he could accept. The topic changed when they reached the house and Hershel tended to his wound.
Thankfully, the bullet went through and through. It was only a flesh wound and the worst part was keeping it clean. Jake did a decent job with it on his own but now Hershel spent a few minutes cleaning up what he could and applying a new roll. At this point, he was shirtless and his muscular torso and chest were revealed. There were so many bruises, marks, and scratches over his dirt covered body. After dinner, the first thing he would do was shower. Perhaps he could convince Maggie to sneak into the shower with him. While changing, Jake had to bring up something that Hershel told him when he and Maggie were alone inside their room.
“Maggie. Your father said something to me. You are keeping… sick people in the barn?” While talking, Jake started to undress. They were well past the shyness stage of a relationship. Jake stripped down nude in front of Maggie like it was the most natural thing that occurred to him. The first thing he did was check his old drawer to see that it was still full of his clothing.
The soldier grabbed a clean pair of boxers, socks, sweatpants, and a white t-shirt to wear. It felt so damn good to wear something comfortable again. He had to wear the same damn thing for the past few months and it was torture.
Closing the gap, Jake reached down to hold Maggie’s hands. “I know that I just got back and I don’t want to cause any trouble but I can tell that he nor you have been out in the world since this happened. These sick people are dangerous, Maggie. I was working at one of the hospitals and we had many CDC doctors tell us that there was no cure. The people that become infected, there is nothing left of that person anymore. I know that is hard to accept but I’ve seen it up close. I’ve nearly died dozens of times from people that I knew that tried to attack me. I’m not expecting you to change your mind about them but I need you to make a promise to me.”
Now, his dominance was taking over. Jake was a naturally dominant man in the bedroom and out of it. Maggie always seemed to listen to him when he took a stance like this.
“Never, under any circumstances, go to that barn without me by your side. I prefer you avoid it all together. I’m going to speak with Hershel soon but I have to tell you this now. Knowing that you’ve been living so close to this barn since the outbreak started.. that scares the hell out of me, Maggie. It’s not safe. It’s not a good thing. You need to promise me that you will be careful. They are not people no matter what you may think. I’ve seen thousands. I have been around this since the outbreak started. I know that these infected are not people. There is nothing left of their old life. They only want to do one thing: that is attack and eat living flesh. Nothing can change that, Maggie.”
He paused when there were some voices downstairs. It was Beth, calling for Maggie and Jake for dinner again. Sighing, Jake looked to the brunette one more time and planted a kiss onto the corner of her lips.
“Please, keep that in mind. I’ll meet you at the table. I’m going to wash up first.” After saying this, he released his grip on Maggie and made the short walk across the hallway to the bathroom.
During a few seconds alone, Jake recomposed himself and washed his face, hands, and arms. Looking somewhat presentable, he turned and made the walk downstairs to the kitchen. There was an open seat for him beside Maggie and a plate full of food. It was the same seat he always used at the table and that was even more welcoming. His eyes caught Patricia for a moment. Whenever the kitchen cleared out, he would give her his condolences about Otis. Sitting down beside Maggie, he offered her a bright smile while holding her hand in one hand and Beth’s in the other while they bowed their head to pray. It was nice of this for Hershel to include him in the prayer, thanking God for bringing him back safely. Even though Jake would never admit it, he felt somewhat slighted that Hershel could only see this as an act of God and not for what it really was. Jake had lost his confidence in his faith recently. Many people had but he would never voice that. After the prayer ended, everyone that wanted to said Amen and started to dig into their food. Everything was quiet at first. Jake liked it, keeping his left hand gently onto Maggie’s leg underneath the table. This was not done to seduce her or anything. It was simply needing to touch her after so long.
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Too caught up with his shouting and frustration, Shane did not hear anything else that the woman across from him said. Nothing she said would change his mind. Nothing would make him trust her or anyone else ever again. It felt like the world was out to kill him, now. All he wanted was to keep Lori and Carl safe. It was easier said than done. He tried to do things right but he realized that now everything was falling apart. It was the last time Shane was ever the “good guy”. He could not give a fuck less about this woman inside the cabin with him. Leave her to rot. Let her die. Shane did not care. He only cared about getting himself out of this hellhole. Again, it was easier said than done. Shane had no idea what waited for him outside, how many people he had to face, or how difficult it would be. This was not a job for one man alone. It was hardly a job for one man and one woman alone. Nothing could make Shane be quiet, not even the shouts from outside the cabin, yelling at him to stop. Shane was quite feisty right now and it would stay that way.
Drawing other humans was possible. On the off chance that someone might help him, it was worth the risk. More than anything, he hoped it drew walkers because he was currently inside. If they attacked the captives outside it would give Shane a chance to break free without any trouble. That was the best plan that he had right now. It was not anything great, but he refused to sit and lay in silence. If someone was taking him captive, they would deal with this. Shane refused to go down quietly or peacefully. When the woman beside him started talking again, Shane rolled his eyes. Still thinking it was a ploy, Shane continued with his outrage. This time, he was talking to the person inside the same cabin as him. He was not shouting but his voice was still loud.
“I told you to shut the fuck up already. I know what you’re trying to do. When I get free, your sorry ass will be the first one I pike, you fucking bitch.” With that, Shane spit towards her. Of course, it did not land on her but it go the point across. Shane was too livid to think straight right now and it showed.
Likely, he was doing damage to himself more than anything from his twisting and turning. It was not good for his skin at all. Just like Shane expected, the man that entered the cabin punched him violently. However, Shane was not that easy to take down. When he was busy getting upset that the one punch did not do the job, Shane used his bound ankles to kick the soles of his combat boots violently into the man’s knee, sending him toppling onto the ground. When he stood, all the man did was spew insults towards Shane. Of course, the former police officer fired right back with insults of his own. Shane had something with spitting at people because he did it again. This time, it landed on the jeans of one of the men. Of course, being spit on was one of the most dehumanizing things a person could do and the taboo of doing such a vile act made it more appealing to Shane. It was like he wanted to make these men pissed off. The young man did not give a damn what they did to him.
It did nothing when they threatned him with ripping his tongue out. Shane did not give a damn. They picked the wrong person to fuck with. Honestly, Shane had gotten to the point where he did not care too much if he lived or died. The only people he actually cared about were no longer around him and there was nothing he could do for them. Shane was alone in every sense of the word. Not a soul would miss him so why should he even care? If he cared, it was unlikely his tone would have been the same. Shane was chuckling rather hard at the men’s threats when something unexpected happen. The woman had gotten free and driven a hammer into the back of the man’s head. It was disgusting because when he toppled onto the ground, he fell onto Shane and blood was all over his hair, face, and clothes. Kicking the body off quickly, he looked up to see the fight ensuing. If this was a ploy, she was doing one hell of a job of selling it. At first glance, she looked like some innocent, rebellious teenagers – not someone capable to do this.
While this was going on, Shane saw this as a chance to work himself free. The male had seen it done before and he tried his best to tuck his knees and legs against his chest and move his bound arms in front. As soon as he completed this task successfully, the woman barked an order to him. Doing exactly what she wanted, Shane tripped the male onto the ground but he refused to give up this kill.
“Stay the fuck back. The son of a bitch is mine!” He growled and grabbed the nearest instrument for a weapon: it was a long drill bit.
With a yell, Shane drove the drill bit into his left eye. Pus, water, and blood spewed out when the man screamed in agony until he pushed it far enough into the brain to kill him. Once this finished, Shane pushed himself up onto his feet as he heard running outside the cabin and shouting.
“Hey, get these fucking ropes off me before more of these assholes get inside.” Shane ordered while looking at the woman. They had taken down two but now Shane would be fully untied and able to help. The men did have weapons on them as well so they could search the bodies and take anything useful out into the world from this damn cabin.
“Yes, someone shot me. It happened last week. I have much I should catch you up on as well but we have plenty of time for that. I could use dinner. I’m starving.”
In the past four months, Jake had eaten nothing but crackers and canned food. Even then, he was forced to eat conservatively. His body was tired and he was starving. Even though he had not eaten well in a long time, it felt like he could eat a horse now. It did not matter about solid foods possibly having an ill-effect on him, Jake did not care. There was nothing better than home cooking from the Greene Family Farm. It was almost as if he could smell the food now as soon as Maggie told him dinner was ready. In agreeance, he walked with Hershel up the driveway while Maggie drove his truck. Honestly, she was the only person other than himself that ever touched his beloved pickup. Even then, sometimes Maggie had to sweeten the deal to drive his pickup.
“I won’t beat around the bush. Otis. Shawn. Annette. They are sick. We’re taking care of Shawn and Annette until we find a cure. Otis was somewhere in the city when it happened and there was no finding him. These people here are from a group that are staying at the farm temporarily. Otis accidentally shot a young boy from this group. They are leaving soon. Not all of them are bad people but I want them gone.”
Hershel felt better now. If he needed to force Rick and his group off the land, Jake could help. Jake, however, was more confused at what he said about Shawn and Annette.
“What do you mean that you’re taking care of them until you find a cure?” Jake questioned quietly.
“They are sick. We… We keep them in the barn and feed them chickens. There are some neighbors, too. We won’t let anything happen to them. Don’t worry.”
This was not good. Hershel was keeping infected inside the barn with Maggie around?! It made Jake’s blood boil but now was not a time for an argument with Hershel. The old man thought with prayer and patience, a cure was found. That was not true, though. He was not in the city when things went to hell. Hershel was not on the run every single day for the past two months from the infected and the living. There was no curing the infected. They were dangerous and Jake had to protect his own. As much as he loved Hershel, if he was putting Maggie at risk, then that was not something he could accept. The topic changed when they reached the house and Hershel tended to his wound.
Thankfully, the bullet went through and through. It was only a flesh wound and the worst part was keeping it clean. Jake did a decent job with it on his own but now Hershel spent a few minutes cleaning up what he could and applying a new roll. At this point, he was shirtless and his muscular torso and chest were revealed. There were so many bruises, marks, and scratches over his dirt covered body. After dinner, the first thing he would do was shower. Perhaps he could convince Maggie to sneak into the shower with him. While changing, Jake had to bring up something that Hershel told him when he and Maggie were alone inside their room.
“Maggie. Your father said something to me. You are keeping… sick people in the barn?” While talking, Jake started to undress. They were well past the shyness stage of a relationship. Jake stripped down nude in front of Maggie like it was the most natural thing that occurred to him. The first thing he did was check his old drawer to see that it was still full of his clothing.
The soldier grabbed a clean pair of boxers, socks, sweatpants, and a white t-shirt to wear. It felt so damn good to wear something comfortable again. He had to wear the same damn thing for the past few months and it was torture.
Closing the gap, Jake reached down to hold Maggie’s hands. “I know that I just got back and I don’t want to cause any trouble but I can tell that he nor you have been out in the world since this happened. These sick people are dangerous, Maggie. I was working at one of the hospitals and we had many CDC doctors tell us that there was no cure. The people that become infected, there is nothing left of that person anymore. I know that is hard to accept but I’ve seen it up close. I’ve nearly died dozens of times from people that I knew that tried to attack me. I’m not expecting you to change your mind about them but I need you to make a promise to me.”
Now, his dominance was taking over. Jake was a naturally dominant man in the bedroom and out of it. Maggie always seemed to listen to him when he took a stance like this.
“Never, under any circumstances, go to that barn without me by your side. I prefer you avoid it all together. I’m going to speak with Hershel soon but I have to tell you this now. Knowing that you’ve been living so close to this barn since the outbreak started.. that scares the hell out of me, Maggie. It’s not safe. It’s not a good thing. You need to promise me that you will be careful. They are not people no matter what you may think. I’ve seen thousands. I have been around this since the outbreak started. I know that these infected are not people. There is nothing left of their old life. They only want to do one thing: that is attack and eat living flesh. Nothing can change that, Maggie.”
He paused when there were some voices downstairs. It was Beth, calling for Maggie and Jake for dinner again. Sighing, Jake looked to the brunette one more time and planted a kiss onto the corner of her lips.
“Please, keep that in mind. I’ll meet you at the table. I’m going to wash up first.” After saying this, he released his grip on Maggie and made the short walk across the hallway to the bathroom.
During a few seconds alone, Jake recomposed himself and washed his face, hands, and arms. Looking somewhat presentable, he turned and made the walk downstairs to the kitchen. There was an open seat for him beside Maggie and a plate full of food. It was the same seat he always used at the table and that was even more welcoming. His eyes caught Patricia for a moment. Whenever the kitchen cleared out, he would give her his condolences about Otis. Sitting down beside Maggie, he offered her a bright smile while holding her hand in one hand and Beth’s in the other while they bowed their head to pray. It was nice of this for Hershel to include him in the prayer, thanking God for bringing him back safely. Even though Jake would never admit it, he felt somewhat slighted that Hershel could only see this as an act of God and not for what it really was. Jake had lost his confidence in his faith recently. Many people had but he would never voice that. After the prayer ended, everyone that wanted to said Amen and started to dig into their food. Everything was quiet at first. Jake liked it, keeping his left hand gently onto Maggie’s leg underneath the table. This was not done to seduce her or anything. It was simply needing to touch her after so long.
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Too caught up with his shouting and frustration, Shane did not hear anything else that the woman across from him said. Nothing she said would change his mind. Nothing would make him trust her or anyone else ever again. It felt like the world was out to kill him, now. All he wanted was to keep Lori and Carl safe. It was easier said than done. He tried to do things right but he realized that now everything was falling apart. It was the last time Shane was ever the “good guy”. He could not give a fuck less about this woman inside the cabin with him. Leave her to rot. Let her die. Shane did not care. He only cared about getting himself out of this hellhole. Again, it was easier said than done. Shane had no idea what waited for him outside, how many people he had to face, or how difficult it would be. This was not a job for one man alone. It was hardly a job for one man and one woman alone. Nothing could make Shane be quiet, not even the shouts from outside the cabin, yelling at him to stop. Shane was quite feisty right now and it would stay that way.
Drawing other humans was possible. On the off chance that someone might help him, it was worth the risk. More than anything, he hoped it drew walkers because he was currently inside. If they attacked the captives outside it would give Shane a chance to break free without any trouble. That was the best plan that he had right now. It was not anything great, but he refused to sit and lay in silence. If someone was taking him captive, they would deal with this. Shane refused to go down quietly or peacefully. When the woman beside him started talking again, Shane rolled his eyes. Still thinking it was a ploy, Shane continued with his outrage. This time, he was talking to the person inside the same cabin as him. He was not shouting but his voice was still loud.
“I told you to shut the fuck up already. I know what you’re trying to do. When I get free, your sorry ass will be the first one I pike, you fucking bitch.” With that, Shane spit towards her. Of course, it did not land on her but it go the point across. Shane was too livid to think straight right now and it showed.
Likely, he was doing damage to himself more than anything from his twisting and turning. It was not good for his skin at all. Just like Shane expected, the man that entered the cabin punched him violently. However, Shane was not that easy to take down. When he was busy getting upset that the one punch did not do the job, Shane used his bound ankles to kick the soles of his combat boots violently into the man’s knee, sending him toppling onto the ground. When he stood, all the man did was spew insults towards Shane. Of course, the former police officer fired right back with insults of his own. Shane had something with spitting at people because he did it again. This time, it landed on the jeans of one of the men. Of course, being spit on was one of the most dehumanizing things a person could do and the taboo of doing such a vile act made it more appealing to Shane. It was like he wanted to make these men pissed off. The young man did not give a damn what they did to him.
It did nothing when they threatned him with ripping his tongue out. Shane did not give a damn. They picked the wrong person to fuck with. Honestly, Shane had gotten to the point where he did not care too much if he lived or died. The only people he actually cared about were no longer around him and there was nothing he could do for them. Shane was alone in every sense of the word. Not a soul would miss him so why should he even care? If he cared, it was unlikely his tone would have been the same. Shane was chuckling rather hard at the men’s threats when something unexpected happen. The woman had gotten free and driven a hammer into the back of the man’s head. It was disgusting because when he toppled onto the ground, he fell onto Shane and blood was all over his hair, face, and clothes. Kicking the body off quickly, he looked up to see the fight ensuing. If this was a ploy, she was doing one hell of a job of selling it. At first glance, she looked like some innocent, rebellious teenagers – not someone capable to do this.
While this was going on, Shane saw this as a chance to work himself free. The male had seen it done before and he tried his best to tuck his knees and legs against his chest and move his bound arms in front. As soon as he completed this task successfully, the woman barked an order to him. Doing exactly what she wanted, Shane tripped the male onto the ground but he refused to give up this kill.
“Stay the fuck back. The son of a bitch is mine!” He growled and grabbed the nearest instrument for a weapon: it was a long drill bit.
With a yell, Shane drove the drill bit into his left eye. Pus, water, and blood spewed out when the man screamed in agony until he pushed it far enough into the brain to kill him. Once this finished, Shane pushed himself up onto his feet as he heard running outside the cabin and shouting.
“Hey, get these fucking ropes off me before more of these assholes get inside.” Shane ordered while looking at the woman. They had taken down two but now Shane would be fully untied and able to help. The men did have weapons on them as well so they could search the bodies and take anything useful out into the world from this damn cabin.
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| XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX | xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx | MAGGIE ○ GREENE xxxxxxxx Just the very thought of Jacob being out there, alone, nearly starving to death was enough to put a huge peg of sorrow in Maggie's chest. It pained her a lot to know that she'd been on the farm the entire time the outbreak had started, eating the same way they had every single night since before the world went to hell; all the while, Jake was living off of god-only-knows what out there. Not to mention the hardships he had to deal with on top of not being able to get a decent, sustaining meal into his system - as if the Army's trauma wasn't enough. It took every fiber of her soul to restrain her body from clinging to Jake's side the moment she heard him say he could use dinner, but she knew that the sooner her father finished dressing his wound, the sooner he'd get that wish. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx“Maggie. Your father said something to me. You are keeping… sick people in the barn?” For a moment, the brunette almost didn't hear Jacob's question as she shifted her weight from one leg to the other, hands perched casually on the back of her hips, fingers hanging in the belt loops of her jeans. The distraction? At first, it was the exposing of Jake's skin below the belt that had faltered her attention, until her eyes finally focused and started to take in all the marks of battle, and hardship he'd been through in the recent weeks. A sharp, deep inhale was sucked in through the woman's nose, and her eyes slowly lifted back up to settle on the love of her life's face, lips pursing together as she re-thought what had been asked of her. Almost instantly, the pursed lips pulled into a bit of a thin line, eyebrows twinging together in slight disdain for the topic. She had never liked thinking about her neighbors, friends, and loved ones shambling around on the property, devouring their livestock.. Acts like that.. could they even come back from something so inhumane? Before she could say anything, not exactly sure on what to tell him, assuming her Father had done a well enough job of explaining his version of it, he had closed the distance in his fresh clothes, and took her hands. Giving his own a soft squeeze, she swallowed the lump in her throat and gave him her full attention, knowing that if he was being this sincere about it, it was important to him. There had been a small part of her that wanted to object to what he was saying - so cluttered with her Father's ideology of God, and this just being a test. That it was an illness that would be able to be washed away. But the moment she heard Jacob utter the words 'I need you to make a promise to me', Maggie's lips sealed and she nodded her head attentively. After all, out of the two of them, he knew a hell of a lot more than anyone in her family, and he wouldn't lie to her. As Jake explained what he needed her to promise him, her heart rate continued to quicken, thinking of the possibilities that could unravel, given the knew stance that was being shown to her. It was essentially a ticking time-bomb, in their farm. That they had been feeding, tending to, and multiplying. At the sound of Beth's call, Maggie's hands tightened in their grip, her step sister's voice bringing her back to reality. A soft breath escaped the back of her throat, and her head dropped for a moment, shaking her head. When her head raised, she gave him a reassuring smile, hoping he'd understand that it was just a lot to take in. Just the thought of him bringing it up to her father was enough to make her slightly wince, knowing how set he was in his ways. But she'd be there, beside him, every step of the way to try and ease her Father's mind. He did, after all, see Jake in a very high regard. "I will, I promise." she agreed, giving him a soft smile before he parted to wash up. Heading down the stairs, Maggie washed her hands in the kitchen sink before taking her usual seat at the dining room table. She'd pulled Jake's chair out so he could access it easily, and everyone was more than happy to wait for him to return from upstairs to say prayer. The entire time, it was hard for Maggie to keep her eyes closed in a respectable way, too eager to steal glimpses of the man beside her, still not entirely sure if this was real yet. The hand that rested on her leg under the table was a good reassurance, however - a feeling that she'd missed wholeheartedly for far too long. Before long, the calming silence in the room was softly broken by Lori, who glanced over from the opposite table that her group was sharing. "So how did you two meet?" was asked after the food in her mouth was finished, granting the couple a genuine smile. Maggie glanced up from her plate, her eyes shifting from Lori over to Jacob with a smile that mirrored Lori's, only ten times brighter. "I've known Jake my entire life," she mused in a breathless voice, one hand dipping under the table to rest over his own on her leg. "My Mom, and his Mom, were really great friends. Been stuck with him ever since." Leaning her body weight into him for a soft nudge, a little laugh echoed from the back of her mouth, leaning in to give him a soft, polite peck on the cheek, knowing her Father wouldn't object to something so minimal at the dinner table. And, even if he did, Maggie sure as hell couldn't care right now. It was Rick who piped up next as he cut up his meat, clearly having taken note to the uniform Jake had been wearing on his way in. "Maggie had mentioned you were in the Army," he spoke with a nod in her direction, recalling it from when they had first met in idle chatter. "Glad you made it back home. With how everything is now.. it's a miracle." xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx CHARLOTTE ○ ARCHER xxxxxxxx “I told you to shut the fuck up already. I know what you’re trying to do. When I get free, your sorry ass will be the first one I pike, you fucking bitch.” Whoa. Someone was a little grouchy. And as if his words didn't get his point across enough, this guy even had the balls to spit in her general direction. Hmph. So be it, then. Surprisingly enough, he put up a good enough fight, even through his anger - which was rare to find, especially these days. Usually every angry soul got clouded, and let it run every action they made. This guy might be letting his anger control his mouth, but he damn well wasn't letting it control his ability to fight back. What was more surprising, was that after Charlie had knocked the remaining bandit off his balance, and called out a command she wasn't sure the stranger would oblige to - and without hesitation, listened. He executed it perfectly, tripping up the smaller of the two bandits, leaving him wide open for an easily dispatched kill. Charlotte took one step forward, a menacing look on her face as the hammer cocked back once more, only to be told to back the fuck off. Instantly, the redhead sneered slightly, but she stopped her pace, lowering the hammer back down to her side, though the white-knuckle-grip she maintained on the handle meant she was ready to step in if need-be. What came next was completely unexpected.. The moment the dark haired stranger grabbed the drill bit, she knew exactly what he planned on doing with it. A slight flinch crossed her features as the instrument was plunged into the man's skill, via his eye. Despite her training, the things she'd done for petty cash, none of it had ever prepared her to witness a man stab another in such a rage-fueled way. But.. this wasn't that world anymore. Everyone was quite literally carrying their baggage on their shoulders every day, and it just piled higher and higher. Whatever this guy had on his back.. it was fueling a fire inside that caused a spark that the twenty four year old hadn't felt in years - a heated adrenaline rush, mixed with an undertow of arousal. The type of sensation that working her merc jobs gave her - the same type of sensation that made her push to keep that line of work, up until it all ended. If it weren't for the sudden sound of yelling outside, and Shane's immediate reaction to it, the hazel-orbed woman might not've realized soon enough, considering her slightly entranced state. Snapping out of it, even a bit hazily, Charlie retrieved the broken saw she'd used to release her bonds with, quickly closing the distance between the two in order to mirror the same actions. "You think I wanna take all of them on by myself? No thanks." Tossing the rusted saw away once his ropes were cut, knowing that it wouldn't do much in the line of weaponry, she offered the hammer to him. "I've got a plan, but I can't do it by myself," she spoke softly, crouching so that they wouldn't be seen through the clouded windows that easily. "There's six of 'em left, and they've probably made themselves pretty cozy with some nice gear. You help me get out of here, and I'll let you take whatever the fuck you want from these sons of bitches - but you need to follow my lead." Whether she could trust him, the twenty four year old had no idea - but it was a chance she was going to have to risk. She either died here, in this cabin, by who only knew, or she could fight and see where it took her. Going with the latter choice was always her decision. After explaining that the next one who walked into that cabin would have a better weapon, melee or firearm, Charlie suggested that she pose as still tied up. That Shane had escaped his bonds somehow, and was trying to get away - something that would surely arouse someone to 'man up' and come take care of the situation. He'd be waiting in ambush, and one or two quick knocks over the head would easily take care of them, granting them the second weapon, and a better one up on the remaining. Now, it was just a matter of if they could pull off her plan as smoothly as the hazel colour eyed woman had made it sound. After getting into position, hands securely behind her back to mimic the stance she had been tied in, Charlie cried out a fake, hoarse cry for help - that this son of a bitch was taking off, and he wasn't even bringing her with him. In a matter of seconds, the cabin door burst open, a handgun pointed sloppily inside in Charlie's direction. A fat, stocky man entered slowly, his steps attempting to be cautious, as he eyed up the redhead. It didn't take long before he noticed the bookshelf behind her was broken, and then connected the drying blood that had run from her nose down to her chin with that scenario. The wheels began working in his head, and Charlotte cursed on the inside, knowing this facade was soon going to end. He may be fat, and slow, but he definitely wasn't a simpleton. "Now!" was all she could cry as the ex merc lunged forward, narrowly missing a stray bullet that was fired off out of shock from her exclamation. Pulling her legs underneath her, Charlie raised and took hold of the gun, struggling to free it form the man's hands, hoping to keep his attention long enough to give Shane a clear shot, and to maintain control of where he was pointing that lethal weapon. Unfortunately, she hadn't thought about the consequences of a bullet being fired, but it was obvious enough that their already ticking timer had just started to tick faster. | xxxxxxxxxxxxxx | XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX |
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It was nice to see faces that did not look at him like he was the devil once they knew he was military. During the past few months, Jake had gotten “why couldn’t you stop this” or “this is your fault” often. Of course, those people were not bitter at him directly – just the military and government overall. Their complaint was valid. Why else was there the Army and the National Guard? Why were they called in under times of duress? To stop the violence and stop whatever was going on. They failed this time.
“Yes, it is a true miracle. I never doubted I’d make it back, though. I knew it was going to happen eventually.” Jake responded with a soft smile towards the new group and towards Maggie. Carl, being the young, naïve child he was, decided to ask something more direct that the adults were avoiding.
“What happened? I thought you guys were supposed to stop this from happening. Why didn’t you-“
“Carl, that’s enough.” Lori hissed and cut him off. Jake knew it was innocent but he saw no reason to hide it. Besides, he could tell everyone his story and only have to tell it once. It was not something he wanted to remember.
“No, it’s quite alright. Your boy has a point. It was about three or four months ago when I got the call from one of the Commanders. Myself and thousands of other members of the military were being sent home. Most soldiers were sent in their home state, like myself. I was in charge of most everything that happened in Northern Atlanta when the outbreak first started. I called here every single day but the phone lines were down already. I wanted to leave my post and come back to the farm but the penalty was death if we abandoned our post. We were constantly told that we would be going home soon enough. But that never happened. I stayed at my post. I helped wherever it was needed – hospitals, safe zones, and other things. I was shot at about every day but that was the norm from my time in Iraq. I guess it was worse here because they were American citizens looking to see their family and friends but… but there was nothing that I could do.”
Sighing, it was clearly difficult to talk about a few things he had to do.
“I had to do things… things I won’t say now and things I hope to never think about again. It was a little over a month and a half ago, maybe two months, when I knew almost all hope was lost. I’m sure you all saw the city get bombed. We did not even know it was happening. I was inside one of the safe zones just outside the hospital. I don’t know how but I survived it. The entire building collapsed, there was fire… but I was somehow spared.”
It appeared that everyone was truly engrossed in the story so far and Jake honestly felt better talking about it, getting out his system.
“I walked for a while. I was trying to get back this way. I had nothing but the clothes on my back and my assault rifle. Bandits were a huge issue. I ran into other groups out and about that were not exactly fond to see a soldier. I had to fight daily. I ate basically nothing. If you folks have been on the road then you know what it is like except I did not have the pleasure of anyone’s company but my own. I made it back to my uncle’s ranch and found my truck. From there, I booked it across the backroads to here. I ran into trouble a few days ago. Some thieves tried to hi-jack my truck but I fought them off. That was the cause of the bullet wound. Basically, there was no way to stop it. Once the infection spread further, they ordered the city to be leveled hoping that would contain it. That obviously did not happen. I’ve been out there. I’ve witnessed this thing first hand. I’m lucky to be here. I’m lucky to be alive.”
After finishing, he squeezed Maggie’s leg again just for reassurance that he was indeed here and alive. It appeared that Rick smiled at him as Daryl almost cracked one as well. This was good for them – there was someone at the farm now that had been out there themselves. Jake knew the infected were not safe and that was obvious. Again, a public display like this was not something Jake wanted to bring it up to Hershel so it was going to wait.
“Well, it sure is nice to hear such a miracle in a time like this. I know you two must feel much stronger together.” Carol cooed in her soft voice. It truly touched her to hear about and witness a love story like Jake and Maggie had.
Carl took an interest in him, too. He asked him all kinds of questions about being in planes and traveling and guns. Of course, Jake did not say anything too specific that was wrong for a child to hear, but he definitely entertained Carl for a while during the meal. It appeared that the members of Rick’s group liked Jake. He made quite the first impression. He knew how to handle himself and he was clearly a tough person to keep down.
Concentrating on the meal, Jake ate slowly even though he was tempted to scarf down his food. Jake knew better than that. He asked who all cooked the meal and he realized it was not only Patrica, Beth, and Maggie, but some of the women from the group helped. He made sure to compliment them all with nice manners, showing that even all he had gone through had not ruined him. Jake felt like a new man. It was only a week ago when he thought that all hope was lost. Now, it was all found. The meal went by quickly and Jake slowly ate his food. Patricia and Beth were both egging him on to eat more until he was full. While Jake appreciated it he filled up much faster than he anticipated so after finishing his meal, he watched some of the others start to disperse. His hand moved up Maggie’s waist and finally his arm draped around her neck. It had been a while but Jake was still the same Jake she knew before he left. Now, he was never leaving her again.
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Even if it felt like a “thank you” was in order to the woman, Shane did not utter such a word. Instead, he was ready to bust out of the door and start causing all kinds of chaos. It was not until she stuck a hammer into his hand with a fiery voice when he listened. Damn. He was wrong about her. She was not some innocent little kid and in the light, she looked in her 20s. That hair was confusing – it was different. Shane was a more traditional kind of man. Nonetheless, he did not take her appearance into too much detail. The only thing he worried about now was getting the hell out of here. Suddenly, he wanted to live and he did not wish to die here. If it meant listening to this stranger, then damn it, he would do his best. At least she knew how many were remaining. Plus, she offered him a deal that he could not refuse: taking their supplies and getting out alive. Of course, nobody was to be trusted. If she did anything stupid, he might just kill her as well so he can take everything. Something told Shane she might not let him literally take anything he wanted. If she did, Shane would take every last clump of dirt if it might be useful to his survival.
The plan was not too bad. Shane would lie and wait, pretending that she was still tied up. In return, he would ambush the next asshole that walked into the door. They were probably expecting the captives to run outside because nobody made a move towards the door yet. Instead, Shane crouched down below the window near the door and waited. He was not naïve. There was nothing that would make him think that running out on his own was alright. He was not stupid. Other captives might have just ran outside now and tried to escape, but not him. Shane also had an advantage here: the advantage was surprise. It could take down even the biggest threats. Plus, Shane was a sizeable man. He would not have been easy to take on in a straight up fight anyways. With all his training as an officer, things would come natural to him when fighting and killing. He shot people before the outbreak started so taking lives was nothing new. It was just more frequent now than when he was an officer. Back then, he did not go around looking to kill people. Now? He did.
When she cried out for help, Shane waited. The fat man entered and when he realized this was a façade, he was not close enough for Shane to reach without alerting him. Now that the alerting did not matter, Shane made his move. The man was too busy struggling with the girl to hear Shane behind him. The former officer kicked the man in the back of his right knee, sending him toppling to the ground. It jarred the gun from his hand while Shane raised the hammer high above his head before striking firmly in the top of the man’s skull. The bone cracked and blood started pouring. It took two more strikes in the same place before the skull was split open and the man was dead. More blood splattered over Shane and it looked like he was near death with all the blood on his shirt. After effectively killing the man, he searched his body for something else. There was nothing else here but there was a handgun on the first man that entered into the cabin not long ago.
After collecting that handgun, Shane saw that there was just one magazine he could use. 13 bullets. It was a GLOCK. Before he could say anything, it appeared that these captors had enough games. They started to shoot into the thin walls of the cabin. Cursing, Shane moved away from the window and to the back corner of the cabin. There, he tipped over a wooden desk for cover. Even then, that was barely helpful. Trying to think of a way out without dying, Shane was struck with a plan.
“Hey, get your ass down here! I have an idea!”
The one entrance was covered. They were pinned down. There was only one way to go now: that was down. Taking the hammer, he felt thankful that the floorboards were weak as they were. He gripped the corner of one of the boards and yanked a few times with all his might until the board was loose. It was easier to remove the next few floorboards. Thankful for the gunfire, it covered up the sound of their escape. There was a crawlspace underneath this like all old cabins and houses. They could use that to crawl out the side if they found the exit. It was not the greatest plan, but if they stayed in one position too long, then they might get shot quickly.
“Hurry up! Get down. Let’s find a way out of this fucking place!” He shouted, getting out of the way so she could drop down. A crawlspace it was: with only room for a person to crawl. Shane dropped down behind her seconds later and followed her lead as it was too dark to see. He just hoped she crawled wherever she saw a crack of light. It just meant more dirt and mud on his clothing but that was the norm. The blood would mix with it anyways.
“Yes, it is a true miracle. I never doubted I’d make it back, though. I knew it was going to happen eventually.” Jake responded with a soft smile towards the new group and towards Maggie. Carl, being the young, naïve child he was, decided to ask something more direct that the adults were avoiding.
“What happened? I thought you guys were supposed to stop this from happening. Why didn’t you-“
“Carl, that’s enough.” Lori hissed and cut him off. Jake knew it was innocent but he saw no reason to hide it. Besides, he could tell everyone his story and only have to tell it once. It was not something he wanted to remember.
“No, it’s quite alright. Your boy has a point. It was about three or four months ago when I got the call from one of the Commanders. Myself and thousands of other members of the military were being sent home. Most soldiers were sent in their home state, like myself. I was in charge of most everything that happened in Northern Atlanta when the outbreak first started. I called here every single day but the phone lines were down already. I wanted to leave my post and come back to the farm but the penalty was death if we abandoned our post. We were constantly told that we would be going home soon enough. But that never happened. I stayed at my post. I helped wherever it was needed – hospitals, safe zones, and other things. I was shot at about every day but that was the norm from my time in Iraq. I guess it was worse here because they were American citizens looking to see their family and friends but… but there was nothing that I could do.”
Sighing, it was clearly difficult to talk about a few things he had to do.
“I had to do things… things I won’t say now and things I hope to never think about again. It was a little over a month and a half ago, maybe two months, when I knew almost all hope was lost. I’m sure you all saw the city get bombed. We did not even know it was happening. I was inside one of the safe zones just outside the hospital. I don’t know how but I survived it. The entire building collapsed, there was fire… but I was somehow spared.”
It appeared that everyone was truly engrossed in the story so far and Jake honestly felt better talking about it, getting out his system.
“I walked for a while. I was trying to get back this way. I had nothing but the clothes on my back and my assault rifle. Bandits were a huge issue. I ran into other groups out and about that were not exactly fond to see a soldier. I had to fight daily. I ate basically nothing. If you folks have been on the road then you know what it is like except I did not have the pleasure of anyone’s company but my own. I made it back to my uncle’s ranch and found my truck. From there, I booked it across the backroads to here. I ran into trouble a few days ago. Some thieves tried to hi-jack my truck but I fought them off. That was the cause of the bullet wound. Basically, there was no way to stop it. Once the infection spread further, they ordered the city to be leveled hoping that would contain it. That obviously did not happen. I’ve been out there. I’ve witnessed this thing first hand. I’m lucky to be here. I’m lucky to be alive.”
After finishing, he squeezed Maggie’s leg again just for reassurance that he was indeed here and alive. It appeared that Rick smiled at him as Daryl almost cracked one as well. This was good for them – there was someone at the farm now that had been out there themselves. Jake knew the infected were not safe and that was obvious. Again, a public display like this was not something Jake wanted to bring it up to Hershel so it was going to wait.
“Well, it sure is nice to hear such a miracle in a time like this. I know you two must feel much stronger together.” Carol cooed in her soft voice. It truly touched her to hear about and witness a love story like Jake and Maggie had.
Carl took an interest in him, too. He asked him all kinds of questions about being in planes and traveling and guns. Of course, Jake did not say anything too specific that was wrong for a child to hear, but he definitely entertained Carl for a while during the meal. It appeared that the members of Rick’s group liked Jake. He made quite the first impression. He knew how to handle himself and he was clearly a tough person to keep down.
Concentrating on the meal, Jake ate slowly even though he was tempted to scarf down his food. Jake knew better than that. He asked who all cooked the meal and he realized it was not only Patrica, Beth, and Maggie, but some of the women from the group helped. He made sure to compliment them all with nice manners, showing that even all he had gone through had not ruined him. Jake felt like a new man. It was only a week ago when he thought that all hope was lost. Now, it was all found. The meal went by quickly and Jake slowly ate his food. Patricia and Beth were both egging him on to eat more until he was full. While Jake appreciated it he filled up much faster than he anticipated so after finishing his meal, he watched some of the others start to disperse. His hand moved up Maggie’s waist and finally his arm draped around her neck. It had been a while but Jake was still the same Jake she knew before he left. Now, he was never leaving her again.
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Even if it felt like a “thank you” was in order to the woman, Shane did not utter such a word. Instead, he was ready to bust out of the door and start causing all kinds of chaos. It was not until she stuck a hammer into his hand with a fiery voice when he listened. Damn. He was wrong about her. She was not some innocent little kid and in the light, she looked in her 20s. That hair was confusing – it was different. Shane was a more traditional kind of man. Nonetheless, he did not take her appearance into too much detail. The only thing he worried about now was getting the hell out of here. Suddenly, he wanted to live and he did not wish to die here. If it meant listening to this stranger, then damn it, he would do his best. At least she knew how many were remaining. Plus, she offered him a deal that he could not refuse: taking their supplies and getting out alive. Of course, nobody was to be trusted. If she did anything stupid, he might just kill her as well so he can take everything. Something told Shane she might not let him literally take anything he wanted. If she did, Shane would take every last clump of dirt if it might be useful to his survival.
The plan was not too bad. Shane would lie and wait, pretending that she was still tied up. In return, he would ambush the next asshole that walked into the door. They were probably expecting the captives to run outside because nobody made a move towards the door yet. Instead, Shane crouched down below the window near the door and waited. He was not naïve. There was nothing that would make him think that running out on his own was alright. He was not stupid. Other captives might have just ran outside now and tried to escape, but not him. Shane also had an advantage here: the advantage was surprise. It could take down even the biggest threats. Plus, Shane was a sizeable man. He would not have been easy to take on in a straight up fight anyways. With all his training as an officer, things would come natural to him when fighting and killing. He shot people before the outbreak started so taking lives was nothing new. It was just more frequent now than when he was an officer. Back then, he did not go around looking to kill people. Now? He did.
When she cried out for help, Shane waited. The fat man entered and when he realized this was a façade, he was not close enough for Shane to reach without alerting him. Now that the alerting did not matter, Shane made his move. The man was too busy struggling with the girl to hear Shane behind him. The former officer kicked the man in the back of his right knee, sending him toppling to the ground. It jarred the gun from his hand while Shane raised the hammer high above his head before striking firmly in the top of the man’s skull. The bone cracked and blood started pouring. It took two more strikes in the same place before the skull was split open and the man was dead. More blood splattered over Shane and it looked like he was near death with all the blood on his shirt. After effectively killing the man, he searched his body for something else. There was nothing else here but there was a handgun on the first man that entered into the cabin not long ago.
After collecting that handgun, Shane saw that there was just one magazine he could use. 13 bullets. It was a GLOCK. Before he could say anything, it appeared that these captors had enough games. They started to shoot into the thin walls of the cabin. Cursing, Shane moved away from the window and to the back corner of the cabin. There, he tipped over a wooden desk for cover. Even then, that was barely helpful. Trying to think of a way out without dying, Shane was struck with a plan.
“Hey, get your ass down here! I have an idea!”
The one entrance was covered. They were pinned down. There was only one way to go now: that was down. Taking the hammer, he felt thankful that the floorboards were weak as they were. He gripped the corner of one of the boards and yanked a few times with all his might until the board was loose. It was easier to remove the next few floorboards. Thankful for the gunfire, it covered up the sound of their escape. There was a crawlspace underneath this like all old cabins and houses. They could use that to crawl out the side if they found the exit. It was not the greatest plan, but if they stayed in one position too long, then they might get shot quickly.
“Hurry up! Get down. Let’s find a way out of this fucking place!” He shouted, getting out of the way so she could drop down. A crawlspace it was: with only room for a person to crawl. Shane dropped down behind her seconds later and followed her lead as it was too dark to see. He just hoped she crawled wherever she saw a crack of light. It just meant more dirt and mud on his clothing but that was the norm. The blood would mix with it anyways.
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| XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX | xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx | MAGGIE ○ GREENE xxxxxxxx As Maggie sat there, in her usual chair with the only man she'd ever come to love romantically beside her, the brunette felt as though she'd never lose the smile that was constantly pulled at the corners of her lips, even though chewing. Carl's sudden question had instantly made her freeze, even for a moment, and her eyes shot over towards the young man, eyebrows pinching together just as Lori silence him. Setting her fork down softly on her plate, the oldest Greene sibling reached for the glass of water in front of her, lifting it to take a mouthful and swallow the lump of tension that had built within the back of her throat. Despite who'd asked it, Maggie knew how much everyone else had probably wanted to as well - to know the truth behind what had really happened out there, in the thick of things. And Jacob, just like the man she remembered him to be, didn't take the sudden question to heart. Instead, he reassured Lori it was fine, and began to explain his side of what had happened. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxA feat that caused Maggie to lean in as he told his story, and press another admiring kiss to his cheek. His patience, and forgiving nature, were things this world needed the most of; his show of such things causing her smile to return right back over her lips. As Jake started to explain, Maggie kept her attention closely focused on him, her eyes narrowing softly as she looked to him with compassion, knowing that anything he was about to tell them was told out of trust, and confidence, that they wouldn't shove any of it back at him. And she desperately wanted to hear what his days were like without her as he struggled to come back to the farm - to know if he underwent terrible tragedies, or if he was lucky enough to scrap by with minimal confrontations. It hadn't necessarily been a topic that Maggie had wanted to be brought up in front of the entire property, but it was what it was. The hand that lingered over his own upon her leg squeezed tighter and tighter as Jake's story continued, her eyebrows pulling together tenser and tenser. Just hearing about him being shot at was enough to cause her breath to hitch within her throat (no matter if he'd enrolled into the Army beforehand); when she learned more about his eating and traveling habits, it left a pitted feeling in the base of her stomach. To know that he was out there, unable to rely on anyone but himself to get by, had her feeling tremendously guilty. And at the feel of Jacob's hand squeezing against her leg, she snapped out of her small phase slightly, leaning into him a bit more to snuggle discreetly into him better. Food was suddenly the last thing on her mind, and for a moment, the green-eyed woman nuzzled her face against Jake's shoulder, taking her time to inhale his scent. At Carol's words, her eyelids fluttered open slowly, and she nodded her head in agreeance automatically. "I can't stop lookin' at him.." she whispered in a soft voice, glancing up to Jake with a smile again. "I know he said he was the lucky one.. but I haven't felt right since the day he left. I don't know what would've become of me if he didn't drive up that dirt road." Giving him a reassuring smile now, Maggie lifted her fork off her plate once more, resuming her meal in order to get it done and over with. It was still the last thing that held her interest, but she knew that under no circumstance would her Father allow her to leave that table without having a full stomach. God could've been descending from the Heavens in their front yard, and he'd still make her finish ever last scoop of potato off her plate before she'd be allowed to witness it with her own eyes - it was just easier this way, ensuring there wasn't a fight. Luckily, her lack of appetite was given more than enough time to finish her meal, as the women of her family hounded her soulmate to eat more than he had originally been given on his plate. If it weren't for her own rush to get into a quiet room with Jake alone, she might've even joined Beth and Patricia in trying to get him to accept a few more mouthfuls of anything they had leftover. But the more they sat there, letting their stomachs digest after the meal they had all shared, the more Maggie felt her anxious demeanor slowly starting to show through. Before anyone else had started to collect their plates, the twenty-two year old started to round them up, stacking the empty plates onto each other before carrying them to the sink. Beth had taken her place beside her older step sister, rounding off things that had been used as miscellaneous items within the meal, like salt and pepper shakers, putting them back where they belonged. Just as the woman was about to twist the nozzle to the hot water for the kitchen sink, Carol grasped her softly on the shoulder, giving Maggie a soft smile. "Don't worry about the dishes, dear. We've got them covered," she offered, gesturing towards the remaining women in Rick's group. "You've got some lost time to catch up on." Giving Maggie's shoulder a soft rub where it'd been grasped, Maggie couldn't resist the urge to hug the older woman, whispering a soft 'thank you' before releasing the embrace. The smile she bore to everyone who was going to help wash up could only be described as a beaming glow, one that only grew as the brunette came to retrieve Jacob from his seat. After he got to his feet, she firmly took his hand within her own, and lead him from the kitchen with nothing more than soft 'goodnight' to everyone there. That didn't mean that she was going to go to bed, no, but the rest of her night was going to be focused solely on the love of her life. If she did cross paths with anyone else in the house, or of Rick's group, it wasn't going to be from an intentional situation. She'd had so many months with her family in Jacob's absence, and it didn't matter what Rick's group could open her eyes to - in this moment, all she wanted was Jake. The end of the world could finalize, and it wouldn't matter, so long as she was in his arms. Leading the way up the stairs, Maggie couldn't resist the playful glance she cast over her shoulder towards the same aged man. As she reached the top step, her feet allowed her body to pivot, turning to face him as he climbed the last few steps to meet her; raising on her tippy toes, Maggie pressed a deep kiss to Jacob's lips, now that they were well out of sight of everyone else. Releasing his hand, Maggie's palms came to rest on his chest, slowly sliding up towards his neck, where they curved to interlock around him securely. By the time her body was pressed flush against his, Maggie's breath had started to hinder within her own chest, the rapid, passionate kisses causing her cheeks to flush with desire, and nearly gasp with want between them. A floorboard in the lower corridor sounded, however, causing the twenty-two year old to jump slightly, departing the kiss with a startled laugh, before she seized his hand again, and playfully darted into the privacy of their bedroom before anyone could see what had just taken place. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx CHARLOTTE ○ ARCHER xxxxxxxx Much like the first man who'd entered the cabin, a third corpse was now added to the growing pile, making Charlie's eyes narrow slightly as the examined the bodies. None were a threat to come back, brains being destroyed in all three, but it didn't take the impact from the sight. These were people, or at least, they had been. Americans, most likely, who had lived in this Country their entire lives. But now look at them; nothing but bloody messes on a dirty floor, with nothing to show for their efforts but a shoddy bandit camp that was going to get taken down - one by one, if they had to. With the gun she'd wrestled from his hands securely within her own, Charlotte pulled the magazine out to examine how many bullets were in the clip - a motion she wasn't given much time to do before the sound of gunfire opening up bit into the side of the cabin's walls. Instantly, she flinched low, cussing under her breath as her right hand slammed the clip back into place, her eyes wildly seeking out the other captive with her. It seemed as though he was on the move - something that made her slightly worry, but at the same time, her fingers were mentally crossed that he didn't have any plans to just bail on her. Taking cover, Charlie fired off a return shot out the window, hoping the stray bullet would invoke more of a reaction from the group - if they started spraying and praying, by the time the duo got outside to meet up with them, they wouldn't have nearly as many bullets to work with. By the time her eyes had come to focus once more on Shane, he was already ducked behind a tipped over table, yelling at her to hurry her ass up and move to his position. A small peg of annoyance washed over her face, but Charlie bit through it, and zipped over to join him as fast, and as low, as she could. Between the sound of gunfire constantly echoing, and the adrenaline ripping through her ears, focusing on his words wasn't exactly the easiest - but her eyes could pick up what her ears couldn't, reading his lips easily through the noise. However, it wasn't until he started to peck at the floorboards, searching for the weakest ones out of the bunch, that Charlotte's mind clicked into the same wavelength as Shane's. Once the hole was big enough, she was definitely expecting the male to take off before her with the first chance he could.. but surprised her greatly. Giving him a nod, Charlie dropped down into the crawlspace, ignoring the small sting the impact had on her knees from the jolt. Gun at the ready as best as it could be, the twenty four year old started to make her way through the narrow passage, trying to ignore the fact that she now had two factors, one in front and one in behind, that she couldn't entirely trust. One was she didn't know what she'd possibly be coming out of the passage to - secondly, she had absolutely no idea what kind of man was behind it. For all she knew, he could be planning something, and she could've just given him the perfect opportunity to execute his plan with her back turned. To say she was a tad distrusting would be an understatement, especially as her body broke free from under the cabin, and she scrambled to get her combat boots securely underneath herself again. Keeping low to the ground, Charlie's hazel eyes darted around, looking for any sign of movement as Shane finished the length of the crawlspace, gun at the ready to snap in any direction needed. When he was at her side, a gentle breath left the back of her throat, and she nodded her head towards the back end of the cabin. "They're gonna be expecting us to come out from the windows, or door. I can get around to their flank, push them into you." As her eyes shifted back to the man she now had no choice but to rely on, she waited for a verdict, before setting off to continue their second part of escaping. Careful, cautious steps were made, taking a bit of a longer route than most might've when trying to flank around a group of crazy attackers, but Charlie wanted to be damn sure she wasn't heard. It also gave her time to scope out the surrounding area, and ensure that everyone focused on the two captives was accounted for. The last thing they needed was to think that they'd taken care of everyone, only for a remaining straggling bandit to wound or take one of them out. Getting into position, Charlie lined up her first shot, aiming purposely at one of the remaining male's legs. Firing off a bullet, it connected several milliseconds later with the man's knee cap, causing him to release his rifle, and fall to the ground in agony. Before anyone could ask where the shot had come from, Charlie lined up again, catching the fallen man in the temple. "Shit! They've got back up!" screamed one of the men, turning his attention immediately towards the woods that the shot had come from, aiming the barrel of his gun erratically around. "Where the fuck did they go- where the fuck did they go!?" Slipping further to the left, backtracking slightly, Charlie lined up another shot. As her exhale carried, the merc squeezed the trigger once more. Only, unlike her last two shots, she didn't want to remain in the same spot as long, rendering her full impact to be unknown. The sound that cried from the man she'd aimed at clearly indicated that she'd hit him, at least - but as to where, she'd find out before reaching her next spot to duck and cover. "Fuck! Mark's turning!" screamed a woman, and gunfire erupted all over again, the group now distracted with dispatching one of their own. The perfect opportunity Shane and Charlie needed to get the upper hand. | xxxxxxxxxxxxxx | XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX |
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The plan after dinner was simple. Go upstairs. Take a shower. Find Maggie when she finished the dishes. Typically, Jake stuck around to help after a meal but the duties were well covered. Standing from his seat at the table, Jake turned to walk up the stairs for Maggie’s room. It had been so damn long since the soldier had a hot shower or a bed to sleep in. This felt like home. This was home. Jake felt like things were normal again. Well, they were not exactly normal, but things were as close to normal as possible. The young man did not even exit the kitchen before a familiar hand pulled on his own. They shared one glance and Jake knew exactly where things were going. Sure, many soldiers serving his or her country were dramatically changed when they returned. This was not true for Jake. He was still the same Jake for the most part. Sure, he would likely have his share of nightmares and flashbacks but he was not violent or totally different. There was one thing that did change, though. His sex drive. Before leaving the last time, he was already always pent up and needy for Maggie.
The couple fucked like animals. In the barn, in the shower, on the sink, in the kitchen, on the couch, in his truck, in her car, against the wall, standing up, sitting down, and even in a changing room stall in the mall once. How did his sex drive change? Well, it certainly did not decrease. So long away from Maggie made him so damn needy and horny. It did not help when she walked in front of him and her tight, firm, thick ass swayed with each movement of her legs. Obviously, their relationship was much more than just a physical and sexual one. However, sex was a big part of their relationship because they were both so deeply in love and they both enjoyed sex. It was a perfect match. It was only natural that it was one of the first things Jake thought about. Besides, after being away for so long, why would they not want to let out their tension and make love to each other? Jake needed Maggie and something told him she felt the same way. Besides, Jake would never be unfaithful to her. Any release he had involved his own hand while thinking of her.
It was especially fun on sneaky video calls where they even toyed with sex through the camera. But nothing compared to the real thing. The kiss nearly knocked Jake off his feet, almost sending him down the stairs but one hand caught the railing and the other reached around to firmly grip Maggie’s ass. He moaned softly into the kiss. They had kissed probably a dozen times in the last half hour since he returned. This kiss was much more passionate than anything though. Jake felt the needed behind the kiss. Jake hoped she felt it from his end as well. Within seconds, they absconded to her bedroom for privacy. Jake was ready for this, but he did not wish to rush through things. He wanted to take his time and enjoy Maggie. Besides, he really needed a shower. Jake smelled himself and knew it was a horrible stench. It was a win-win situation. Get clean. Have Maggie in the shower. Take her across the hallway. Make love to her. If that was not a fucking perfect night, then what was? The thought alone made Jake smirk while looking deep into Maggie’s loving, glowing green eyes. Just one look into those orbs and Jake was a goner.
Suddenly, Jake shifted gears. Reaching down, Jake placed both hands onto the back of Maggie’s thighs directly underneath her ass. Lifting the brunette upwards, Jake offered a smile. Without even saying a word, he carried his girlfriend from the bedroom and into the bathroom across the hall. This only represented his strength. It had not faded at all. Instead, he had grown stronger and carrying Maggie around felt as easy as carrying a small child. Sitting her down onto the sink, he suddenly closed the door behind him. Not giving her a chance to grab a change of clothes, Jake had no intention for them getting dressed again after the shower.
“I think we should conserve water. It is only for the best that we shower together.”
Of course, that was not the real reason for this but Jake was just in a teasing mood. They showered many, many times before. Jake had not forgotten what their perfect target temperature was. After turning the knobs on the shower, Jake returned to the brunette. It was time to give Maggie all his attention and the pleasure. Tilting his head, Jake slowly pulled the shirt from his torso and dropped it onto the ground. The sweatpants followed quickly and soon he was only left in his boxers.
Always confident with his body, Jake had no reason to feel shy. Just look at him – muscular and strong. The only thing that did worry him were the bruises, wounds, scrapes, and scratches he occurred during his battles. He remembered the last time he was home, Maggie kissed each mark on his body. It did not make him look any less appealing, she told him. Jake had no reason to fear what she thought. Continuing, Jake slowly pulled his boxers down and stepped out of the material. Nude, he looked at his fully clothed girlfriend and gave her a little show, pulling her hands onto his chest.
“I fucking love you so much.” Jake growled after engulfing her lips in another heated kiss. This was a needy kiss and his hands immediately reached down and grabbed her shirt, working on riding that as well. The male tossed it to the side once she was free. He spent the next few minutes working on unclothing Maggie until she was nude. His lips were all over her mouth but while he exposed her skin, Jake’s kisses were moving along her neck and her collarbone but avoiding those sensitive spots on purpose to tease her.
The water was perfect now. Jake grabbed Maggie’s hand and pulled her inside. It did not matter if the house was full of people. Jake NEEDED this.
“Every day since I left, I thought about doing one thing in specific. I can’t get it out of my head. I don’t think I have a choice but to let that tension out right now. I would dream about it. I would fantasize about it.”
His voice was thick, deep, and seductive. This time, Jake gave Maggie a quick peck kiss on the lips. While the male might have given off the idea that he was thinking about straight up sex with her, that was not the case. He suddenly dropped down into a crouched position. He pushed the brunette against the wall and wrapped his hands around to grip her ass tightly. Jake suddenly pressed a kiss onto her sweet pussy lips. His tongue teased her outer folds and labia before suddenly sliding the warm tongue into her womanhood. His teeth rubbed against the entrance and a moan left his lips while starting to eat his girlfriend out with passion.
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Sure, Shane and Charlotte could have waited until the bandits wasted their ammunition. There was a flaw in that plan, however, They could not stay lucky enough for that long. A bullet would hit one of them either through the cabin and the table or a ricocheting bullet. It was a tight spot and bullets were unpredictable. They did not exactly have solid cover at the moment. Their only chance at survival was getting out of the cabin. Plus, the men outside would have no idea that anything else was going on. They would keep shooting at nobody while Shane and the woman made their escape. Then, not only would the bandits run low on ammunition, but the element of surprise would be on the side of the two captives. That all sounded like a recipe for success if Shane was asked. Suddenly, he did not feel the desire to die today. He was going to fight back tooth and nail until he was taken down in a blaze of glory. The male was going to get out of this and he could not care less If the nameless woman did or not. Now, Shane realized he was better served on his own rather than caring for others even if he did not make it that far on his own before this shit happened.
There was no real plan with having the woman go first. Well, there was a slight plan. It might have appeared that he was doing a charitable thing by letting her out first. It would have seemed selfish to take the chance before she did. However, Shane was thinking differently. There was no guarantee that this would work. If there was an error in the plan, she would encounter it before he did. In fact, Shane waited until she was a good distance in front of him before joining her. After feeling confident that there was nothing to prevent them from escaping down here, Shane finally dropped down. It was not the most pleasant place to be but that mattered little to the former officer. It was better than being dead and that was exactly his fate if he stayed. The young man also did not know what Charlotte would do when she exited the house first. She could easily try to trap him here or do something else to prevent him from escaping. That was a risk in itself though Shane realized that literally every option here tonight had risks. There was no safe, guaranteed path.
When they both escaped the crawlspace, Shane was relieved to see that there was nothing crazy spinning in her mind about his fate when she designed another plan. Wordlessly, he needed his agreement as those idiots continued wasting bullets. These were not professional bandits at all. They probably had some small success picking on weaker people during the outbreak and now they were arrogant and cocky, thinking they were untouchable. Now was not a time for psychological evaluations though. Instead, Shane took his position and found cover outside the cabin. There were a huge set of logs that he could use to crouch behind. It was almost perfect as crouching put him in a slightly awkward position to look over. In front of him, there was no area for the bandits to take cover. This plan was great if it was executed perfectly. Shane had a somewhat clear view of the firefight. He grinned when the girl actually landed a perfect shot to the bandit’s kneecap and then to his temple. Damn. Talk about accuracy. That was an impressive feat even with unsuspecting targets.
Shane was DEFINITELY wrong about this woman at first glance. What in the hell did she do before the outbreak? Another shot rang out and there was more shouting. The idiots thought their captives had backup.
“Fuck Mark! Leave him. We have to get into cover!” Another male voice shouted. As expected, the attacks sent everyone towards Shane’s way. They were running to his side looking for cover where his logs were. Conserving ammunition, Shane peeked around the corner and blasted three rounds into the chest of the nearest male, making him collapse. In the confusion, he shot for the other male that was surprised and paused in his tracks. The shots landed one in his chest and the other in his head.
Six were remaining before the first attack in the cabin. One was killed in the cabin. Charlotte took out one man by shooting him in the knee, then the head. Before moving to the other side of the cabin, she shot the man they called Mark and it must have killed him since he was turning. With the two that Shane put down, that left only one bandit left. This guy had enough of this shit and turned to run away. Shane did not let that happen as he stepped out from behind the logs and emptied a couple shots into his back, dropping him onto the ground. Only the two women were left now but Shane was not feeling remorseful. They both dropped to their knees, begging for mercy.
“Don’t worry. I wouldn’t waste a bullet on someone unarmed.” Shane growled and it appeared he would not kill the ladies. That was not true. He would not use a bullet. A knife, however, he would use that on an unarmed woman. He did not care if she was giving up or not posing a threat. Guilty by association. No questions asked.
In a split second, he stabbed one of the women in the brain. It caused the other to scream and take off running away.
“Ah, damn it! Chase her down!” Shane yelled as the woman ran towards the same direction that Charlie would have approached from. Killing that women did not do anything to his conscious or make him feel affected in any way.
The couple fucked like animals. In the barn, in the shower, on the sink, in the kitchen, on the couch, in his truck, in her car, against the wall, standing up, sitting down, and even in a changing room stall in the mall once. How did his sex drive change? Well, it certainly did not decrease. So long away from Maggie made him so damn needy and horny. It did not help when she walked in front of him and her tight, firm, thick ass swayed with each movement of her legs. Obviously, their relationship was much more than just a physical and sexual one. However, sex was a big part of their relationship because they were both so deeply in love and they both enjoyed sex. It was a perfect match. It was only natural that it was one of the first things Jake thought about. Besides, after being away for so long, why would they not want to let out their tension and make love to each other? Jake needed Maggie and something told him she felt the same way. Besides, Jake would never be unfaithful to her. Any release he had involved his own hand while thinking of her.
It was especially fun on sneaky video calls where they even toyed with sex through the camera. But nothing compared to the real thing. The kiss nearly knocked Jake off his feet, almost sending him down the stairs but one hand caught the railing and the other reached around to firmly grip Maggie’s ass. He moaned softly into the kiss. They had kissed probably a dozen times in the last half hour since he returned. This kiss was much more passionate than anything though. Jake felt the needed behind the kiss. Jake hoped she felt it from his end as well. Within seconds, they absconded to her bedroom for privacy. Jake was ready for this, but he did not wish to rush through things. He wanted to take his time and enjoy Maggie. Besides, he really needed a shower. Jake smelled himself and knew it was a horrible stench. It was a win-win situation. Get clean. Have Maggie in the shower. Take her across the hallway. Make love to her. If that was not a fucking perfect night, then what was? The thought alone made Jake smirk while looking deep into Maggie’s loving, glowing green eyes. Just one look into those orbs and Jake was a goner.
Suddenly, Jake shifted gears. Reaching down, Jake placed both hands onto the back of Maggie’s thighs directly underneath her ass. Lifting the brunette upwards, Jake offered a smile. Without even saying a word, he carried his girlfriend from the bedroom and into the bathroom across the hall. This only represented his strength. It had not faded at all. Instead, he had grown stronger and carrying Maggie around felt as easy as carrying a small child. Sitting her down onto the sink, he suddenly closed the door behind him. Not giving her a chance to grab a change of clothes, Jake had no intention for them getting dressed again after the shower.
“I think we should conserve water. It is only for the best that we shower together.”
Of course, that was not the real reason for this but Jake was just in a teasing mood. They showered many, many times before. Jake had not forgotten what their perfect target temperature was. After turning the knobs on the shower, Jake returned to the brunette. It was time to give Maggie all his attention and the pleasure. Tilting his head, Jake slowly pulled the shirt from his torso and dropped it onto the ground. The sweatpants followed quickly and soon he was only left in his boxers.
Always confident with his body, Jake had no reason to feel shy. Just look at him – muscular and strong. The only thing that did worry him were the bruises, wounds, scrapes, and scratches he occurred during his battles. He remembered the last time he was home, Maggie kissed each mark on his body. It did not make him look any less appealing, she told him. Jake had no reason to fear what she thought. Continuing, Jake slowly pulled his boxers down and stepped out of the material. Nude, he looked at his fully clothed girlfriend and gave her a little show, pulling her hands onto his chest.
“I fucking love you so much.” Jake growled after engulfing her lips in another heated kiss. This was a needy kiss and his hands immediately reached down and grabbed her shirt, working on riding that as well. The male tossed it to the side once she was free. He spent the next few minutes working on unclothing Maggie until she was nude. His lips were all over her mouth but while he exposed her skin, Jake’s kisses were moving along her neck and her collarbone but avoiding those sensitive spots on purpose to tease her.
The water was perfect now. Jake grabbed Maggie’s hand and pulled her inside. It did not matter if the house was full of people. Jake NEEDED this.
“Every day since I left, I thought about doing one thing in specific. I can’t get it out of my head. I don’t think I have a choice but to let that tension out right now. I would dream about it. I would fantasize about it.”
His voice was thick, deep, and seductive. This time, Jake gave Maggie a quick peck kiss on the lips. While the male might have given off the idea that he was thinking about straight up sex with her, that was not the case. He suddenly dropped down into a crouched position. He pushed the brunette against the wall and wrapped his hands around to grip her ass tightly. Jake suddenly pressed a kiss onto her sweet pussy lips. His tongue teased her outer folds and labia before suddenly sliding the warm tongue into her womanhood. His teeth rubbed against the entrance and a moan left his lips while starting to eat his girlfriend out with passion.
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Sure, Shane and Charlotte could have waited until the bandits wasted their ammunition. There was a flaw in that plan, however, They could not stay lucky enough for that long. A bullet would hit one of them either through the cabin and the table or a ricocheting bullet. It was a tight spot and bullets were unpredictable. They did not exactly have solid cover at the moment. Their only chance at survival was getting out of the cabin. Plus, the men outside would have no idea that anything else was going on. They would keep shooting at nobody while Shane and the woman made their escape. Then, not only would the bandits run low on ammunition, but the element of surprise would be on the side of the two captives. That all sounded like a recipe for success if Shane was asked. Suddenly, he did not feel the desire to die today. He was going to fight back tooth and nail until he was taken down in a blaze of glory. The male was going to get out of this and he could not care less If the nameless woman did or not. Now, Shane realized he was better served on his own rather than caring for others even if he did not make it that far on his own before this shit happened.
There was no real plan with having the woman go first. Well, there was a slight plan. It might have appeared that he was doing a charitable thing by letting her out first. It would have seemed selfish to take the chance before she did. However, Shane was thinking differently. There was no guarantee that this would work. If there was an error in the plan, she would encounter it before he did. In fact, Shane waited until she was a good distance in front of him before joining her. After feeling confident that there was nothing to prevent them from escaping down here, Shane finally dropped down. It was not the most pleasant place to be but that mattered little to the former officer. It was better than being dead and that was exactly his fate if he stayed. The young man also did not know what Charlotte would do when she exited the house first. She could easily try to trap him here or do something else to prevent him from escaping. That was a risk in itself though Shane realized that literally every option here tonight had risks. There was no safe, guaranteed path.
When they both escaped the crawlspace, Shane was relieved to see that there was nothing crazy spinning in her mind about his fate when she designed another plan. Wordlessly, he needed his agreement as those idiots continued wasting bullets. These were not professional bandits at all. They probably had some small success picking on weaker people during the outbreak and now they were arrogant and cocky, thinking they were untouchable. Now was not a time for psychological evaluations though. Instead, Shane took his position and found cover outside the cabin. There were a huge set of logs that he could use to crouch behind. It was almost perfect as crouching put him in a slightly awkward position to look over. In front of him, there was no area for the bandits to take cover. This plan was great if it was executed perfectly. Shane had a somewhat clear view of the firefight. He grinned when the girl actually landed a perfect shot to the bandit’s kneecap and then to his temple. Damn. Talk about accuracy. That was an impressive feat even with unsuspecting targets.
Shane was DEFINITELY wrong about this woman at first glance. What in the hell did she do before the outbreak? Another shot rang out and there was more shouting. The idiots thought their captives had backup.
“Fuck Mark! Leave him. We have to get into cover!” Another male voice shouted. As expected, the attacks sent everyone towards Shane’s way. They were running to his side looking for cover where his logs were. Conserving ammunition, Shane peeked around the corner and blasted three rounds into the chest of the nearest male, making him collapse. In the confusion, he shot for the other male that was surprised and paused in his tracks. The shots landed one in his chest and the other in his head.
Six were remaining before the first attack in the cabin. One was killed in the cabin. Charlotte took out one man by shooting him in the knee, then the head. Before moving to the other side of the cabin, she shot the man they called Mark and it must have killed him since he was turning. With the two that Shane put down, that left only one bandit left. This guy had enough of this shit and turned to run away. Shane did not let that happen as he stepped out from behind the logs and emptied a couple shots into his back, dropping him onto the ground. Only the two women were left now but Shane was not feeling remorseful. They both dropped to their knees, begging for mercy.
“Don’t worry. I wouldn’t waste a bullet on someone unarmed.” Shane growled and it appeared he would not kill the ladies. That was not true. He would not use a bullet. A knife, however, he would use that on an unarmed woman. He did not care if she was giving up or not posing a threat. Guilty by association. No questions asked.
In a split second, he stabbed one of the women in the brain. It caused the other to scream and take off running away.
“Ah, damn it! Chase her down!” Shane yelled as the woman ran towards the same direction that Charlie would have approached from. Killing that women did not do anything to his conscious or make him feel affected in any way.
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| XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX | xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx | MAGGIE ○ GREENE xxxxxxxx As soon as their food was devoured, and Maggie had seen Jacob taking his moment to sneak away, she knew she couldn't resist joining him. When the kiss was initiated, the twenty two year old felt her heart pound within her chest, growing in speed as the seconds passed with their lips molded together. It'd been too long since she'd felt the warmth of her lover's lips against her own, let alone the embrace of his body against her own. It was enough to almost make her melt, and cloud her mind with any surrounding thought that could ever bounce into her train of thought. The only thing that had mustered her to break the kiss was the fear of her father coming up those stairs, and getting a full-view of his oldest daughter locking lips in a rather heated manner. Naturally, Hershel knew that his daughter was more than likely sexually active, but Maggie didn't want to rub any of that in anyone's face - blood rated, or otherwise. So when she'd parted in a bit of a startle, and then laughed it off, her every intention was to seek somewhere more private for them to continue their reunion. However, the moment she felt Jake's hands grip under either of her thighs, the farm girl instantly knew he had another idea spark within his mind, and she bit back the small happy giggle as he hoisted her into his arms, wrapping herself around him the moment he did. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxThe love of her life seated her on the sink, and Maggie repositioned her posture so that she wouldn't fall, leaning back on her arms. Biting her lower lip as she watched him close the door, her green eyes gave him a fiery look that she hadn't been able to muster since their last video calls. As he mentioned he thought it'd be better to conserve water, the woman's lips spread into a deep grin, the twinkle it raised to her eyes a clear sign that she knew where his agenda actually lied on the reasoning behind the shower. "These are desperate times.." she whispered back in a teasing tone, going along with his joke. Intently, the brunette's orbs remained focused on the male in front of her, watching as he adjusted the water's temperature before returning his attention to her. As his hands slid to grab the material of his shirt, and he started to withdraw it over his head, the spark of lust she'd felt at the top of the stairs began to churn once more within the pit of her stomach. It only grew deeper in emotion as he further stripped himself of his clothes, releasing a bit of a suspenseful sigh when there was a small hesitation in dropping his boxers from his hips, hungrily waiting. The moment his hands began to slide the waistband down, Maggie's lips parted in an audible moan, eyebrows pulling together as Jacob exposed himself of his last piece of clothing, causing her thighs to visibly quiver. Before her own hands could reach out and pull him to her, Jake was already stepping between the space of her legs, guiding her hands to his chest. As soon as Maggie felt his skin under her palms, she was kneading against him, nails itching to glide over his skin, to coat every inch of his torso with their graze. And then, in a sudden and abrupt motion, Jake's lips were seizing her own once more after telling her he loved him; not even granting her a chance to repeat the response. A much louder moan echoed into the kiss, struggling to keep her focus between her hands and maintaining the kiss on her end. The sensations his lips, and the feel of his naked body between her legs, was enough to cause her eyes to nearly roll into the back of her head. Breathing was more of an issue than her focus, however, as the woman's chest heaved with the enticing vibrations being sent throughout her system. It left her in such a daze, she barely remembered helping Jake (or, rather, trying to help as best as she could) remove her clothes until she was just as naked as him. And, if she hadn't been worked up into a frenzy enough as it was, he filled the rest of the time they had to wait for the water to even out with spreading delicate, chill-inducing kisses along her neck and collarbone. His avoidance of grazing the sensitive areas of her neck and collarbone had her more worked up, however, and breathless whimpers were all the woman could muster in protest. There was a brief moment of slight consciousness between her haze of lust and want for her childhood sweetheart, where Maggie remembers getting into the shower with him close in tow; but the moment the water hit her, and she was pressed against him, everything else faded to black. Bright orbs looked up to his own hazel ones, teeth biting the inside of her cheek as he explained that he hadn't been able to stop thinking about one thing in specific since he'd left for the Military. Jake could've been talking about a multitude of things - Maggie knew she had quite a few persistent thoughts sliding into her mind late at night, when she thought about her solider. The moment he said the word fantasize, Maggie's breath visibly released from her lungs, a soft groan easing into the shower's drawl around them. "Oh Jake.." the woman sounded in a barely audible tone, biting her lower lip to try and contain herself as she looked up to her lover with anticipation. At the peck, Maggie returned it, granting him a soft smile afterwards. However, when he dropped, her eyebrows furrowed in slight confusion, and as her head tilted down to follow his stance, he shifted her against the wall, and his lips were pressed against her sex in a matter of seconds. Immediately, Maggie's back arched, keeping her shoulders firmly pressed to the cold tile of the shower wall, while her hips eased further into Jake's mouth; her own body submitting before her mind could even comprehend what was going on. "O-oh, God!" was all she could muster to get out between her rigid breathing, both hands shifting to grip within Jacob's hair for support. This definitely hadn't been what the twenty two year old was expecting, not right off the hop like this - but there was no room, or breath, to complain. Not when Jacob's tongue was teasing her folds so hungrily, before diving inside, causing the young woman to gasp and shudder against his pin. Whether it was due to the lack of intimacy Maggie had been feeling in her life in general for the past handful of months (her sex drive being completely nonexistent, even in the thought of Jake in the privacy of her room) or just the simple fact that she hadn't been able to look down, and see her soul mate fastened between her legs in so long, driving this sensations coursing throughout her body. But Maggie's entire mass was lit on fire with a bubbling tingle, even the tips of her fingers and toes danced with the feeling of utopia that she'd longed to feel once again. The brunette's mind was one hundred percent clouded with anything that didn't belong to the moment her body was currently enthralled in; fingers clenching further within the strands of her other half, eagerly encouraging him with the slight sway of their rhythm; hips rocked within the motion that Jacob had set, giving him just enough help to grant him all the access to her sweet sex that he required - making sure he still reigned in control of where his actions took him, knowing that this was his show. "J-Jake.." Maggie's head shifted to rest back against the wall, her eyes clenching under the pleasure as she fought to muster the strength to speak once more. "Y-you're going to make me- if you don't slow down, ugh.." A groan ebbed the rest of her warning, wanting him to know that if he kept up the way he was, he wouldn't have much time to enjoy his fantasy. Her fingers tightened, just enough to ease him from throwing her over the edge, allowing herself to slightly step down that ladder of climax, wanting to ride out this as long as her body would possibly allow. ".. I love you, Jacob Frazier." Lowering her gaze once more, her teeth bit into her lower lip, stifling a louder moan from releasing, just in case. "Mm, God.. I love you so much.." The woman's hands had returned to slightly shifting through the man's hair, her nails occasionally coming into light play when his tongue would cause a flinch to occur throughout her body. The rigid breathing only grew in appearance, and pants, her breasts heaving with each inhale and exhale that drew and withdrew. All the while, Maggie tried her hardest to keep her eyes focused on the man between her legs, bright green eyes always watching in case he glanced up her way, wanting to hold his eyes as he coaxed her juices to flow from her folds. There was nothing more desirable than looking in her partner's eyes as they engaged in intimate moments.. That fierce, protective, and haunting stare always caught Maggie up in her movements, no matter what she was doing. Situations like this, it only amplified the already pulsating heat throbbing between her legs, and within her chest. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx CHARLOTTE ○ ARCHER xxxxxxxx If Charlotte was taking this situation as closely to what she'd learned in her life, she couldn't come up with a better comparison other than to think back at her earlier gigs with her Mercenary work - before the world officially hit rock bottom. This lowly gang of thugs were no different than any other militia group that had gotten too cocky for their own good, and had started to cross boundaries they couldn't even imagine. Charlie had taken out a few groups like this, well before she'd officially joined a proper Mercenary group. They were always sloppy, their egos getting in the way of most of their critical thinking - and by the time that switch had been triggered on, most of their band was either dead, or captured, waiting to be transported for questioning. These lot weren't any different than scum she'd dealt with in the past - only, now she was taking orders from a hotshot with a compensation problem. These fuckheads weren't going to be protected from any laws, or any other conduct other than the morality that Charlie currently had within her body.. And, given the circumstances, for these people? There wasn't a shred of empathy left. Who fucking knew how many people they'd gone through with the same tactics, looting their shit, and then taking care of them whenever they got bored of keeping the hostages around. Charlie wasn't about to let one of these pricks walk away, for the sake of 'humanity'. Humanity was already fucked up enough as it was - letting any of these idiots survive wouldn't be doing it any favors. It more so pissed the ex-Merc off, more than anything, having to deal with scum after she thought she was done cleaning up after people like this. Luckily, her anger made it a lot easier to execute the plan she'd devised with Shane; using her focus to shoot off precise shots with the gun she'd gained. Despite the decent shots, guns were never Charlie's forte. She had a knack for being able to hit what she wanted, but the rush wasn't the same as getting into a fist fight with someone. And, considering most of her work consisted of either wanting the targets dead, or alive, barely an in between, it had definitely depended on the contract for when Charlie would be allowed to execute her full sense of training. Naturally, her size did cause her to eye up some obstacles that were too reckless, or impossible for her to overcome, but it never stopped her from at least attempting. "Fuck Mark! Leave him. We have to get into cover!" Instantly, a wide grin spread across Charlie's bruised lips, hearing that the assumption she'd made on sending them Shane's way was right. Now, hopefully she hadn't sent him more than he could chew.. as little as she cared about the guy's well being, per say, that didn't mean she was all that keen on having his blood also on her hands at the end of the day. Seconds passed, and already gunfire was lighting the area up around them again. For a moment, Charlie hesitated where she was, unsure if she should breach from the tree line she'd taken refuge in. If things got too hairy for Shane, he might need the help; but if someone was left, and was trying to sulk around the outside, or maybe get the jump on him, then he'd also need a hand - and the element of surprise would be a better route to take. A third sanction of bullets fired, sounding the death of the last male in the group, giving Charlie a small sense of relief.. completely forgetting about the women who'd been more than involved in the heists as well. Pushing from her position, Charlie eased the gun into the back of the waistline of her jeans, casually making her way towards the side of the encampment she'd left Shane on. As the redhead approached the cabin, the begging and pleading sobs could clearly be heard, causing her eyebrows to slightly pinch together in confusion. They were really going to beg like that, after executing the shit they had been since the world had probably collapsed? Rounding the cabin, the three figures came into view, and the sneer that Charlie wore could've been felt. An expression that didn't last long, however, as the feel and sight of the second woman flashed before her. Charlie didn't have time to take notice as to why the second woman had started to run. The only thing that flared within the redhead's mind was, "Oh no, you fucking don't!" Pushing off the ground into an automatic sprint, Charlie pumped her arms on either side of her body, sending her as fast as she could gain in the matter of seconds she needed it. The woman ran towards their cooking area, crashing into a table that had been set up to dry dishes, nearly knocking the entirety of it over. Her shaky hands sought out a weapon, finding the first knife available on the spread that hadn't been knocked astray, and whipped around just in time to see Charlie charging. The knife was brought up in a hasty fashion, the woman clearly hoping to wedge the weapon between the two of them as Charlie advanced on her, but her fear and the insurgency of the situation caused her to falter greatly - lucky for Charlie, not so much for her. Reaching out, Charlie's right hand was already cocked into a fist as the twenty four year old gripped the base of the woman's neck with her left. The moment the woman within Charlie's grip realized that the knife hadn't worked, her eyelids clenched, just in time for the ex-Merc's fingerless gloved-hand to come slamming into her nose. The shock of the punch was all Charlotte needed to gain control of the knife, catching it before it dropped to the ground between them. Toying with the blade's handle, Charlie's grip at the base of her neck tightened, forcing the woman's attention to come to. "I'd say, 'don't do this shit next time'," she began, glancing from the tip of the blade within her hands to the woman's frightened, watery eyes. "But there's not gonna be a next time." Upon hearing those words, the woman shrieked with grief, opening her mouth to protest more, perhaps bargin in anyway she could for her life - but Charlie silenced her rather quickly, plunging the blade as deep as she could embed it into the woman's temple. Releasing the handle, Charlotte shoved the motionless body, letting it collapse into the table, further throwing it off balance. Withdrawing a few steps, the woman gave herself a bit of a once over, brushing off as much dust, dirt, and god-only-knows-what-else off of her exposed arms and tank top. Glancing back towards the woman now laying at her feet, Charlie gave one last sneer before kicking her combat boot out, rolling the body onto its back. Crouching down, her hands started to filter through any pockets on the woman, looking for any little bit of information, or anything else of use to her. Coming up bare, despite a few rounds for a nine milometer, the redhead straightened and started to look around some more, eyes coating over every little piece of furniture, make-shift encampment area that she could see, hoping to find the lost items they'd stolen from her at just a simple glance. Nothing was ever that easy, though.. not anymore. Paying no mind to the only stranger left in the camp - a mistake, most likely - Charlie carried her search towards the obvious housing area they'd been using for sleep. Entering one of the tents, the woman scoured through everything she could, ignoring literally everything within the walls of the tent to continue onto the next, despite there being a few valuables worth taking within it. 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Jacob Frazier was a man of many fantasies – most of them kinky. However, the one thing he wanted more than anything else in the world was pleasuring Maggie with his mouth and making her orgasm. From tasting her sweet nectar to hearing those sultry moans, it was a reverie to drool over. No longer was this scene merely trapped inside his mind. Instead, the depiction was proving oh so real. Without Maggie even touching her boyfriend, the male had grown fully erect. Just hearing those sexy noises combined with the woman’s taste and touch pleased Jake like nothing else. Besides, only looking at her nude was more than enough to get Jacob riled up. Pulling back her clitoral hood, Jake exposed the throbbing bundle of nerves. His mouth decided to attack, wrapping his lips around Maggie’s clitoris so it was easy to suck on the flesh while his tongue explored the familiar nub, rotating between clockwise and counter-clockwise patterns. When his mouth assaulted her clitoris, Jake slipped the forefinger and middle finger of his right hand inside of his girlfriend’s tight, warm vagina. Before entering her sex, his fingers teased the inner labia, tracing the outline before diving in. Every three or four minutes, Jake switched the location of his fingers and mouth. During the next rotation, his tongue teased her inner labia before sliding inside the glistening cunt, being met with a delicious reward.
Here, the same two fingers continued rubbing against the sensitive bundle of nerves, slowly rotating the mound in between the two digits. As often as possible, Jake looked upwards and let their eyes connect. Out of all the exemplary traits Maggie had physically, the most alluring were those green eyes. They were unmissable. They glowed even in the darkest of rooms. Waking up in the mornings just to be greeted with those precious orbs warmed Jake’s heart more than anything had before. Taking every opportunity to gaze into his woman’s eyes was a no-brainer. Besides, his own caramel orbs portrayed just how badly he loved Maggie. There was not anything Jake would not do for the woman he loved. It felt like the universe was balanced again. Never again would Jake allow anything to come between him and Maggie. Well, nothing came between them – their love did not die or lose passion. Instead, something came between them that kept them apart physically, not mentally. Jake would allow neither diversion in the future.
The next few minutes consisted of nothing but Jake slurping, licking, sucking, and touching Maggie’s clitoris and sheath. Sometimes, his pace was agonizing slow while it was faster during other instances. The point was teasing Maggie until she toppled over the edge. Jake wanted to give his girlfriend an incredible orgasm before they even started. Producing orgasms for Maggie never was a weakness for Jake. The male could almost make her cum with a snap of his fingers. He just knew her so well and he knew how to use his mouth, fingers, cock, and anything else to arouse the woman. Time slowed down and the only thought crossing Jake’s mind involved making Maggie feel incredible. It appeared he was doing a fantastic job so far as she only seemed to moan louder and more often as Jake continued working his magic. Jake did not know how long it took, but it was definitely sooner than most adventures before he felt Maggie’s juices squirting from her sweet lips. They coated his tongue, giving him that amazing taste he was so desperate to have. Jake even moaned out rather loudly while she came, using his tongue to eagerly lick up every last drop that she provided him with.
After Maggie reached her orgasm, Jake spent the next two minutes cleaning his woman. Even though they were inside the shower, it felt more appropriate to clean her with his mouth rather than a cloth at this point. After her clit, pussy, and thighs were cleaned from the juices, Jake licked his lips and stood up, facing Maggie and locking their eyes together. The male was so excited to finally be back and it showed. “I love you, too.” Jake whispered softly before leaning down to touch their foreheads together while nuzzling their noses against one another as well. “What did you think of that, my love? I think that was one of the quickest times you’ve came.” He pointed out with a growing grin, threading his fingers through her long hair. A look of love was on his face and Jake knew their fun would continue later tonight. They did need to shower first but Jake had every intention of keeping himself and Maggie undressed when they finished in the bathroom. Now that he had eaten her out, the desire to be inside of Maggie just grew dramatically.
“I can’t wait to fuck you, baby. Until then, we should actually get clean.” There was something so intimate about showering with the person you loved. Even if it did not lead into anything sexual, there was an intimacy about showering together that always existed. Jake enjoyed it because it meant the male could touch every single inch of his girlfriend’s body. Whenever they were in the same shower, Maggie never had the chance to wash herself. With a smile, the male took a wash cloth and found Maggie’s body wash. He squirted a bit onto the cloth and went to work. Looking deep into her green eyes, Jake started by running his hand over the cloth around her neck, collarbone, shoulders, and finally down her arms. Then, he came back to the middle and focused on her chest. Of course, being unable to resist the temptation, Jake took her breasts in both hands and squeezed them rather firmly while rubbing the soapy cloth over her mounds of flesh. Soon enough, they were nice and clean so Jake gave them a playful spank with his hand before moving down lower. Maggie’s abdomen was next on the target list before Jake crouched down.
The front of her legs were next, all the way down to her ankles and finally to her feet. After cleaning these areas of her body, Jake turned Maggie so her rear was facing him. “Damn. I don’t know if it’s my mind but it looks like your ass got thicker.” Chuckling at the compliment, Jake slapped her right cheek with his hand. Jake had an obsession with Maggie’s ass – that was an understatement but it had always been true. Nonetheless, Jake made himself focus, washing the back of her neck, down her shoulders, and back. Crouching down again, his hands kneaded the flesh of her rear until it was nice and soapy before moving down even further. Soon enough, every inch of Maggie’s body was covered in the soap suds. Standing back up, Jake turned the brunette back to face him. Before washing her off, he leaned in for a kiss on the lips. From this point, Jake stood back from Maggie and let her rinse off from the soap. It was quite the erotic scene, spotting his woman as the water cascaded down her body. He bit on his lower lip, just finding his love and need growing.
It was not easy to hide either. His cock was growing more erect at this point. The last objective was washing her hair. This was something else Jake always adored. He appreciated that she kept it long for him. At one point, he knew Maggie had thought about keeping it short in high school but then she learned how much Jake loved her hair long and she did not cut it. Playing with her long hair was one of Jake’s favorite things to do. He would literally stroke and play with the strands of hairs for hours at night until she fell asleep and even after she fell asleep. Again, there was just something so intimate and loving about it. Jake adored playing with Maggie’s hair. He’d often make her friends jealous because all she had to do was lay her head in his lap and Jake would play with her for hours while most other guys did not often enjoy doing that for their girls. Honestly, Jake thought he got more enjoyment out of it than Maggie, somehow. That held true here as his hands continued stroking through her hair, soaping it up and then washing it out.
Whenever Maggie finished washing Jake’s body, the young man turned off the water. He grabbed a towel each for himself and for Maggie. Again, he dried her off himself and stepped out of the shower when she finished. Looking at his girlfriend again, Jake simply winked as he crouched down to gather both his clothes and her clothes. “You won’t need these for a while, babe. Let’s get back to our room and pick up where we left off.” Winking sultrily, Jake led the way. After ensuring the hallways was clear, he crossed over with the love of his life as they entered into her bedroom. Just dropping the clothes down onto the floor deciding he could wash them and clean them tomorrow, Jake locked the door behind them before looking at her nude body. “Come here.” Jake whispered, wrapping his arms tightly around the small of her back before leaning into kiss her lips, sliding his tongue into her mouth as he quietly moaned out her name, loving to feel her naked body pressed all up against his. He loved this and he could not get enough, knowing that their fun was only beginning.
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The final member of the group was the woman sprinting away from Shane. The events of the next few minutes would enlighten the male on everything he wanted to know. What kind of person was this woman he had escaped captivity with? Honestly, Shane figured she might freak out once she realized that Shane also murdered the women. Old societal standards said to never touch a woman regardless of what she did. Some people somehow still lived by the age old adage. Not Shane. Not anymore. Man, woman, or even child – he would slaughter anyone if it was helpful for him. Waiting until he spotted his partner chasing the perpetrator, Shane relaxed. Despite the ongoing chase and screaming, Shane figured she had everything under control. Taking his sweet time, the young man searched the pockets of the deceased before ensuring that each dead person stayed that way. One male that was shot in the chest had reanimated but Shane put him down with ease. Disappointedly, Shane searched without finding anything interesting. Other than guns and ammunition, there was nothing of value on their bodies. He could only hope searching further into the camp, cabin, and living area would grant him with more success.
Besides, it appeared these bandits stole and kidnapped often. There was dry blood in the shed where he was held. They seemed to have made a living off this since the outbreak started. It was only logical to assume they would have something – anything – that Shane might use. Food, water, or another surprise. Just leaving the bodies where they were, Shane chuckled to himself while thinking about the situation. Not much had gone his way since he had been trying to do the right thing, to be a good person, to win Lori and Carl. That was the old Shane. This was the new Shane. After a few minutes slipped by, Shane flickered his gaze towards the chase. The woman being pursued found a knife but looked like she had never even seen a knife before. It made Shane laugh to himself again. After watching Charlie disarm the woman, he heard the bitch start begging and pleading for her life. It made Shane want to puke because of how ignorant she was. Why did she deserve to live? She tried that shit with him already. Her friend tried that too but look what happened. Shane was almost certain Charlie would let her go.
However, the male did a double take. The blade raised into the air and Shane thought it was a baseless threat. Suddenly, it was plunged into the woman’s skull and her body dropped. Mouth agape, Shane could not believe this! Yes, he already knew that he underestimated Charlie but she surprised him again. As twisted as it sounded, that actually made him like her even more. It was ironic because of the plan he developed to implement with her soon but he truly did like her now because of this. They escaped together and she was built for this world. She was a survivor that did not care what happened to other people. That was a good thing to feel these days as Shane was now finally unloading his past burdens so he could reach a similar state. They could have made a wonderful team. Unfortunately, Shane was not looking to team up. Everything here was his and there was only one place for Charlie to go. That was the same place that the other bandits just went not too long ago. Shane almost felt bad about this, but he was way past feeling bad about anything he did.
Gathering himself, Shane watched Charlie quietly and closely. It appeared she was going about her business as usual, not even acknowledging him. Approaching her with a bag full of firearms and weapons, he dropped it down at the entrance of the living area where she was searching. For now, Shane kept it casual and unsuspecting. “Damn. You ain’t ladylike.” Shane commented, his thick, southern accent obvious. “I was gonna have me some fun with that one. She was the best lookin’ one. Didn’t take you for a killer of other women.” Shane continued, just keeping up idle conversation as he also started looking through the bags and boxes surrounding them. Near the front of the camp, Shane spotted a handful of vehicles. He only needed one. The male could siphon fuel from the other cars and trucks to fill up one vehicle and have some gasoline left over. Honestly, Shane did not know where he wanted to go from here. The only thing he knew for sure was that it was going to be far away. No place was safe and everyone was an enemy. Shane just decided to take it one day at a time and see where that got him. If he had been doing that from the beginning, things might have been different.
For the next fifteen minutes, Shane just used Charlie. He used her to help find supplies so he was not left to look for them all alone when he murdered her. During that time, he finally made idle conversation while attempting to earn some trust to the point where her guard was down lower with him as they scavenged the camp. “Y’know what? We make a pretty damn good team, I think. I don’t even know your name yet. You don’t know mine. I’m Shane. You got one?” The former officer asked while rummaging through the cabinets and drawers. Basically, the male just ripped out each drawer and let it clatter to ensure there was nothing hidden that he might miss. This place could be a jackpot. It would help Shane jumpstart his new life here on his own. Fuck everyone else. Fuck morals. Shane would make his living by killing, pillaging, and whatever else he wanted. Hell, Shane nearly thought about taking advantage of Charlie but he had no idea what she was capable of doing if he tried. It seemed too difficult to accomplish.
The last thing he wanted was an early death because he could not keep his jeans zipped up. Besides, Shane knew there were so many helpless, vulnerable women now. They were just begging to be taken advantage of. Focusing back in the current situation, Shane began working again. Things like flashlights, blankets, and pillows were also scavenged. This place held more items than he expected and it only bode well for Shane the more time passed. After they cleaned out all the tents, buildings, and sheds, it was time to figure out how they were dividing this up and what they were doing next. It was time to make his move. Seeing that the woman was not looking his way, Shane pulled out his gun. “Alright. Toss that gun over here right now and don’t do anything stupid.” He muttered, aiming the gun at Charlie’s head. He did keep a good five feet between them so he was out of her reach. Regardless, he had the jump on her. Plus, any gun she reached for, she would be dead by the time her hand touched the grip. Shane had the full advantage here and his arrogant, cocky nature showed.
“Honey, I enjoyed our time together. I wouldn’t have escaped without you. You found some shit for me here as well. Unfortunately, I think this is where we’re going to part. Since you’ve been a help, I can make this quick, painless, and I’ll ensure you don’t come back as a biter. Do something stupid and I’ll torture you until you beg me to stop. It’s up to you, you’re dying here today either way.” After stopping, Shane looked into the woman’s eyes and waited. The last bit of his morality was out the window and Shane thought this was the only chance he had at surviving. He would leave her alive but that might bite him in the ass. Kill her, move on, and things would work out – that was exactly what Shane was thinking right now. It was up to her, though. Shane was not kidding about anything he said and the serious look in his eyes showed it. With all the items gathered together, she was useless to him now.
Here, the same two fingers continued rubbing against the sensitive bundle of nerves, slowly rotating the mound in between the two digits. As often as possible, Jake looked upwards and let their eyes connect. Out of all the exemplary traits Maggie had physically, the most alluring were those green eyes. They were unmissable. They glowed even in the darkest of rooms. Waking up in the mornings just to be greeted with those precious orbs warmed Jake’s heart more than anything had before. Taking every opportunity to gaze into his woman’s eyes was a no-brainer. Besides, his own caramel orbs portrayed just how badly he loved Maggie. There was not anything Jake would not do for the woman he loved. It felt like the universe was balanced again. Never again would Jake allow anything to come between him and Maggie. Well, nothing came between them – their love did not die or lose passion. Instead, something came between them that kept them apart physically, not mentally. Jake would allow neither diversion in the future.
The next few minutes consisted of nothing but Jake slurping, licking, sucking, and touching Maggie’s clitoris and sheath. Sometimes, his pace was agonizing slow while it was faster during other instances. The point was teasing Maggie until she toppled over the edge. Jake wanted to give his girlfriend an incredible orgasm before they even started. Producing orgasms for Maggie never was a weakness for Jake. The male could almost make her cum with a snap of his fingers. He just knew her so well and he knew how to use his mouth, fingers, cock, and anything else to arouse the woman. Time slowed down and the only thought crossing Jake’s mind involved making Maggie feel incredible. It appeared he was doing a fantastic job so far as she only seemed to moan louder and more often as Jake continued working his magic. Jake did not know how long it took, but it was definitely sooner than most adventures before he felt Maggie’s juices squirting from her sweet lips. They coated his tongue, giving him that amazing taste he was so desperate to have. Jake even moaned out rather loudly while she came, using his tongue to eagerly lick up every last drop that she provided him with.
After Maggie reached her orgasm, Jake spent the next two minutes cleaning his woman. Even though they were inside the shower, it felt more appropriate to clean her with his mouth rather than a cloth at this point. After her clit, pussy, and thighs were cleaned from the juices, Jake licked his lips and stood up, facing Maggie and locking their eyes together. The male was so excited to finally be back and it showed. “I love you, too.” Jake whispered softly before leaning down to touch their foreheads together while nuzzling their noses against one another as well. “What did you think of that, my love? I think that was one of the quickest times you’ve came.” He pointed out with a growing grin, threading his fingers through her long hair. A look of love was on his face and Jake knew their fun would continue later tonight. They did need to shower first but Jake had every intention of keeping himself and Maggie undressed when they finished in the bathroom. Now that he had eaten her out, the desire to be inside of Maggie just grew dramatically.
“I can’t wait to fuck you, baby. Until then, we should actually get clean.” There was something so intimate about showering with the person you loved. Even if it did not lead into anything sexual, there was an intimacy about showering together that always existed. Jake enjoyed it because it meant the male could touch every single inch of his girlfriend’s body. Whenever they were in the same shower, Maggie never had the chance to wash herself. With a smile, the male took a wash cloth and found Maggie’s body wash. He squirted a bit onto the cloth and went to work. Looking deep into her green eyes, Jake started by running his hand over the cloth around her neck, collarbone, shoulders, and finally down her arms. Then, he came back to the middle and focused on her chest. Of course, being unable to resist the temptation, Jake took her breasts in both hands and squeezed them rather firmly while rubbing the soapy cloth over her mounds of flesh. Soon enough, they were nice and clean so Jake gave them a playful spank with his hand before moving down lower. Maggie’s abdomen was next on the target list before Jake crouched down.
The front of her legs were next, all the way down to her ankles and finally to her feet. After cleaning these areas of her body, Jake turned Maggie so her rear was facing him. “Damn. I don’t know if it’s my mind but it looks like your ass got thicker.” Chuckling at the compliment, Jake slapped her right cheek with his hand. Jake had an obsession with Maggie’s ass – that was an understatement but it had always been true. Nonetheless, Jake made himself focus, washing the back of her neck, down her shoulders, and back. Crouching down again, his hands kneaded the flesh of her rear until it was nice and soapy before moving down even further. Soon enough, every inch of Maggie’s body was covered in the soap suds. Standing back up, Jake turned the brunette back to face him. Before washing her off, he leaned in for a kiss on the lips. From this point, Jake stood back from Maggie and let her rinse off from the soap. It was quite the erotic scene, spotting his woman as the water cascaded down her body. He bit on his lower lip, just finding his love and need growing.
It was not easy to hide either. His cock was growing more erect at this point. The last objective was washing her hair. This was something else Jake always adored. He appreciated that she kept it long for him. At one point, he knew Maggie had thought about keeping it short in high school but then she learned how much Jake loved her hair long and she did not cut it. Playing with her long hair was one of Jake’s favorite things to do. He would literally stroke and play with the strands of hairs for hours at night until she fell asleep and even after she fell asleep. Again, there was just something so intimate and loving about it. Jake adored playing with Maggie’s hair. He’d often make her friends jealous because all she had to do was lay her head in his lap and Jake would play with her for hours while most other guys did not often enjoy doing that for their girls. Honestly, Jake thought he got more enjoyment out of it than Maggie, somehow. That held true here as his hands continued stroking through her hair, soaping it up and then washing it out.
Whenever Maggie finished washing Jake’s body, the young man turned off the water. He grabbed a towel each for himself and for Maggie. Again, he dried her off himself and stepped out of the shower when she finished. Looking at his girlfriend again, Jake simply winked as he crouched down to gather both his clothes and her clothes. “You won’t need these for a while, babe. Let’s get back to our room and pick up where we left off.” Winking sultrily, Jake led the way. After ensuring the hallways was clear, he crossed over with the love of his life as they entered into her bedroom. Just dropping the clothes down onto the floor deciding he could wash them and clean them tomorrow, Jake locked the door behind them before looking at her nude body. “Come here.” Jake whispered, wrapping his arms tightly around the small of her back before leaning into kiss her lips, sliding his tongue into her mouth as he quietly moaned out her name, loving to feel her naked body pressed all up against his. He loved this and he could not get enough, knowing that their fun was only beginning.
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The final member of the group was the woman sprinting away from Shane. The events of the next few minutes would enlighten the male on everything he wanted to know. What kind of person was this woman he had escaped captivity with? Honestly, Shane figured she might freak out once she realized that Shane also murdered the women. Old societal standards said to never touch a woman regardless of what she did. Some people somehow still lived by the age old adage. Not Shane. Not anymore. Man, woman, or even child – he would slaughter anyone if it was helpful for him. Waiting until he spotted his partner chasing the perpetrator, Shane relaxed. Despite the ongoing chase and screaming, Shane figured she had everything under control. Taking his sweet time, the young man searched the pockets of the deceased before ensuring that each dead person stayed that way. One male that was shot in the chest had reanimated but Shane put him down with ease. Disappointedly, Shane searched without finding anything interesting. Other than guns and ammunition, there was nothing of value on their bodies. He could only hope searching further into the camp, cabin, and living area would grant him with more success.
Besides, it appeared these bandits stole and kidnapped often. There was dry blood in the shed where he was held. They seemed to have made a living off this since the outbreak started. It was only logical to assume they would have something – anything – that Shane might use. Food, water, or another surprise. Just leaving the bodies where they were, Shane chuckled to himself while thinking about the situation. Not much had gone his way since he had been trying to do the right thing, to be a good person, to win Lori and Carl. That was the old Shane. This was the new Shane. After a few minutes slipped by, Shane flickered his gaze towards the chase. The woman being pursued found a knife but looked like she had never even seen a knife before. It made Shane laugh to himself again. After watching Charlie disarm the woman, he heard the bitch start begging and pleading for her life. It made Shane want to puke because of how ignorant she was. Why did she deserve to live? She tried that shit with him already. Her friend tried that too but look what happened. Shane was almost certain Charlie would let her go.
However, the male did a double take. The blade raised into the air and Shane thought it was a baseless threat. Suddenly, it was plunged into the woman’s skull and her body dropped. Mouth agape, Shane could not believe this! Yes, he already knew that he underestimated Charlie but she surprised him again. As twisted as it sounded, that actually made him like her even more. It was ironic because of the plan he developed to implement with her soon but he truly did like her now because of this. They escaped together and she was built for this world. She was a survivor that did not care what happened to other people. That was a good thing to feel these days as Shane was now finally unloading his past burdens so he could reach a similar state. They could have made a wonderful team. Unfortunately, Shane was not looking to team up. Everything here was his and there was only one place for Charlie to go. That was the same place that the other bandits just went not too long ago. Shane almost felt bad about this, but he was way past feeling bad about anything he did.
Gathering himself, Shane watched Charlie quietly and closely. It appeared she was going about her business as usual, not even acknowledging him. Approaching her with a bag full of firearms and weapons, he dropped it down at the entrance of the living area where she was searching. For now, Shane kept it casual and unsuspecting. “Damn. You ain’t ladylike.” Shane commented, his thick, southern accent obvious. “I was gonna have me some fun with that one. She was the best lookin’ one. Didn’t take you for a killer of other women.” Shane continued, just keeping up idle conversation as he also started looking through the bags and boxes surrounding them. Near the front of the camp, Shane spotted a handful of vehicles. He only needed one. The male could siphon fuel from the other cars and trucks to fill up one vehicle and have some gasoline left over. Honestly, Shane did not know where he wanted to go from here. The only thing he knew for sure was that it was going to be far away. No place was safe and everyone was an enemy. Shane just decided to take it one day at a time and see where that got him. If he had been doing that from the beginning, things might have been different.
For the next fifteen minutes, Shane just used Charlie. He used her to help find supplies so he was not left to look for them all alone when he murdered her. During that time, he finally made idle conversation while attempting to earn some trust to the point where her guard was down lower with him as they scavenged the camp. “Y’know what? We make a pretty damn good team, I think. I don’t even know your name yet. You don’t know mine. I’m Shane. You got one?” The former officer asked while rummaging through the cabinets and drawers. Basically, the male just ripped out each drawer and let it clatter to ensure there was nothing hidden that he might miss. This place could be a jackpot. It would help Shane jumpstart his new life here on his own. Fuck everyone else. Fuck morals. Shane would make his living by killing, pillaging, and whatever else he wanted. Hell, Shane nearly thought about taking advantage of Charlie but he had no idea what she was capable of doing if he tried. It seemed too difficult to accomplish.
The last thing he wanted was an early death because he could not keep his jeans zipped up. Besides, Shane knew there were so many helpless, vulnerable women now. They were just begging to be taken advantage of. Focusing back in the current situation, Shane began working again. Things like flashlights, blankets, and pillows were also scavenged. This place held more items than he expected and it only bode well for Shane the more time passed. After they cleaned out all the tents, buildings, and sheds, it was time to figure out how they were dividing this up and what they were doing next. It was time to make his move. Seeing that the woman was not looking his way, Shane pulled out his gun. “Alright. Toss that gun over here right now and don’t do anything stupid.” He muttered, aiming the gun at Charlie’s head. He did keep a good five feet between them so he was out of her reach. Regardless, he had the jump on her. Plus, any gun she reached for, she would be dead by the time her hand touched the grip. Shane had the full advantage here and his arrogant, cocky nature showed.
“Honey, I enjoyed our time together. I wouldn’t have escaped without you. You found some shit for me here as well. Unfortunately, I think this is where we’re going to part. Since you’ve been a help, I can make this quick, painless, and I’ll ensure you don’t come back as a biter. Do something stupid and I’ll torture you until you beg me to stop. It’s up to you, you’re dying here today either way.” After stopping, Shane looked into the woman’s eyes and waited. The last bit of his morality was out the window and Shane thought this was the only chance he had at surviving. He would leave her alive but that might bite him in the ass. Kill her, move on, and things would work out – that was exactly what Shane was thinking right now. It was up to her, though. Shane was not kidding about anything he said and the serious look in his eyes showed it. With all the items gathered together, she was useless to him now.
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| XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX | xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx | MAGGIE ○ GREENE xxxxxxxx 'Sooner' was probably an understatement compared to how long the brunette woman could usually last under the tormenting actions of her lover. Normally, before he'd left with his enrollment into the Army, Maggie had been able to withstand her cool; the endurance that she'd built up to Jake's assaults against her lower sex had always been an inner challenge to herself, to see how long she could withhold before her lover would literally force her over that edge. But there was barely a nerve in her body that could currently control itself; it took nearly all her focus just to keep herself from belting out her moans of pleasure, half-keeping it in mind that they still had an entire house full of people to respect as well. Naturally, Maggie wouldn't be able to hold off every moan that pulsed from the back of her mouth, especially with Jacob fastened between her legs, but hopefully she'd at least be able to lessen the volume in which they'd echo into the bathroom with. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxThe twenty two year old knew instantly, as soon as she felt that tingle begin to work up within her lower abdomen, what it meant; and there was nothing she could do in her power to withhold it any longer than her body had already lasted. It'd been almost a year, since the last time Maggie had been able to pleasure herself to the thought of Jacob being there with her; almost a year since the last time that Maggie's endorphin's had even been remotely released within her body. And then, out of seemingly no where, her sex drive was being thrown into overdrive once again, her body trembling with emotions that it hadn't felt in too many days. And, of course, her body's eagerness wouldn't hopefully go unnoticed - that Jake wouldn't see her cumming already as a bad sign, but one that echoed just how much her body needed to feel him again; how much she had craved just to feel the warmth of him pressed against her, let alone inside her. Running her fingers through his hair, Maggie attempted to catch her breath between her soft gasps as Jake started to clean up the mess he'd coaxed to pulse from between her legs. Biting down on her lower lip, the brunette eased her head back against the tile behind her, releasing a softer groan into the hold against her lip as his tongue lapped against her, causing a soft flinch within the grip she held within his hair. As he shifted to stand, her eyelids slowly opened to capture his gaze, her teeth releasing her lower lip in an instant, wide smile. When the man before her pressed their foreheads together, her smile only grew, and she closed her eyes to mold herself into the moment, and engrave the safe feeling she got within his arms back into her brain. "That was the quickest," Maggie responded with a bit of a sheepish grin, her cheeks flushing just a tad from slight embarrassment. "But I'll have time to work my resistance back up to you." Grinning playfully, he gave Jake a wink, knowing wholeheartedly that she'd have more than enough time to do exactly what she said, now that he was back home. “I can’t wait to fuck you, baby. Until then, we should actually get clean.” Hearing those words slip from Jacob's mouth had a fire blaring within Maggie's pupils as she looked up to him, her teeth sucking her lower lip back underneath its pressure to try and contain the moan his words had enticed out of her. Before the man had left to fight for their country, Maggie hadn't realized just how much she'd taken their showers together for granted. It wasn't until he was reaching for a wash cloth and her soap that the feeling of nostalgia that'd been digging at her from the inside started to ease away. The moment the washcloth was pressed against her body, Jake's caring hands coaxing the soap to glide everywhere the cloth touched, a very relaxed breath ebbed into the steamy bathroom. And, for a moment, the twenty two year old found herself lost in the gaze of her lover, while her body nearly collapsed into the soft motions of his cleaning. Naturally, the soft little tweaks his hands began to glide over her breasts had that twinkle of naughtiness lighting back within the woman's green orbs, leaning up momentarily to press a few soft pecks to her lover's lips, before withdrawing and allowing him to continue his cleaning routine. As he moved, her green orbs followed him, her body easing into every stroke of his hands movement, very attentive to angles that would make his job easier. The moment he was finished with washing her front, Maggie knew what was coming next, and when she felt his hands shift to help guide her into a turn, her body complied instantly, turning to lean herself against the wall, arching her back a little on purpose to give him more of a show. “Damn. I don’t know if it’s my mind but it looks like your ass got thicker.” An almost knowing smile crept up on the woman's lips, one that she hid from Jake on purpose. Since he'd left, she'd started a small work out routine that was meant to tone and lift the muscles of her rear; something she knew that Jacob wouldn't complain about upon his return home. The work out routine hadn't been thoroughly kept up, however, generally only finding the motivation to do the routine lately when she wasn't feeling down - but with Jake here? That depression was uplifted, automatically - and there were more reasons to stay fit now, other than just wanting to keep herself looking good for her other half. Feeling the smack on either cheek, Maggie's grin only widened, and a soft laugh echoed from the back of her throat, glad that he was already pleased with the progress the work out had given her. The thought of pleasing Jake was more than enough to please her; him having a smile would keep one fastened on her own lips, no matter what. Allowing Jake wash her hair was more of a bonus for the woman than anything else; sure, she knew that he absolutely loved to play with her hair, but she knew for a fact that she definitely had to get more plresure out of feeling her lover's fingers run through her hair in such a way. He nourished the shampoo and conditioner into her hair one by one, washing the cleansing substances out after another, taking as much time as the strands needed to fully become clean. Even as he rinsed the conditioner from her brunette hair, it was hard not to let her eyes roll back into her head just from the intoxicating sensation of his fingertips roaming against her scalp. It was almost enough to completely snap her out of reality, needing a moment to come back to her senses when Jacob's task was finished. Luckily, her antsy behavior to have the same opportunity over-flooded her soft daze, kick-starting her thorough task of returning the favor. As the shower came to an end, Maggie's growing excitement was more than clear. She'd taken some extra time to pay attention to every little nerve that she knew Jake had, her hands having spread most of the soap around his body rather than the wash clothe; wanting to feel every inch of his body. It took everything in her power to dry herself off, and restrain herself from initiating everything right then and there, in the bathroom. Hanging the towel up, the brunette turned just in time to met with Jake's words, a ghost of a smile cracking at the corner of her lips at the thought of sneaking across the hallway, naked, to her room. They weren't even teenagers still, but the fleeting feeling of excitement that Jacob caused to pulse within her heart was a feeling she hadn't felt since they were younger - sneaking out to fool around in the barn, after specifically telling her Father she was going to 'bed, and didn't feel well.' The grin that overtook her lips was massive, and there wasn't a peep of protest that left the woman's lips as she waited for Jake to make sure the coast was clear, following close behind his movements. "Come here." Maggie's heart fluttered as soon as she heard the lock on their door flick closed, and those two words came fluttering out of the lover of her life's mouth. Her legs barely had to move forward before Jake's arm was snaking around the small of her back, pulling her flush against his body. Tilting up into the kiss, Maggie instantly returned it, her tongue eagerly gliding against his own, moaning in response from the intensity. Lifting her hands, delicate palms began to trace up Jake's back, starting from his waist until her hands reached his shoulders, cupping over them in a tight embrace; keeping herself as flush against him as humanly possible. Lifting up on her tippy toes, pressing harder into the kiss, the twenty two year old shifted her hands once again, gliding them to the front of his chest. Still on her tippy toes, she started to guide the duo, turning them so that Jake was between her and the bed, and began to ease their position closer towards it. The moment she felt the bed's resistance, stopping her from guiding Jacob any further back, her body shifted in a fluent motion, hoping he'd comply with her actions to sit on the edge of the mattress. The kiss remained this entire time; only growing in passion before Maggie slowly broke from it. Cupping the left side of his face, Maggie's lips coaxed up to press to his forehead, giving him a loving kiss there. "I missed you, so much.." she mused, her voice thick with want, and need, for the man before her. "You're all I could think about, every day. Since you left." Slowly, the woman withdrew from him completely long enough to retrieve a bandana that had been resting on her dresser. Returning to him at the edge of the mattress, Maggie slowly crawled into his lap, taking the time to slowly rock her folds against his hard erection - teasing the both of them immensely. "And now that you're here.. under me.." the woman breathed, her voice growing more and more aroused with every word that spilled out. "I can't stop thinking about you taking me.. Can't stop thinking about about you filling me.." The bandana slipped along his chest, until her fingers started to guide the material along her breasts, hoping that the sight would further cause Jacob to ease into the same frenzied mode that Maggie was starting to slip into. Between them, however, as Maggie's intentions for the bandana became a little more clear (having intended to let Jake use it as a restraint) her free hand had slipped to grip against his manhood, unable to resist any longer from touching him. The moment her grip encircled his member, Maggie's teeth bit into her lower lip, stifling the loud groan that would've retreated otherwise. A deep breath escaped in its place as Maggie's hand began a rhythm, her lips coming to litter against his neck, near his ear. "God, Jake.. You already have me trembling.." she whispered against his skin, almost a little sheepishly. He'd barely touched her since they'd entered the bedroom, and her sex was already flaring with heat; breathing quickening from its regular pace. "I missed how you felt in my palm, baby.." She cooed further, the tempo on her hand increasing. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx CHARLOTTE ○ ARCHER xxxxxxxx There was a moment, even a brief one, where Charlotte had forgotten about her newfound partner out in the camp as she entered one of the tents, intent on focusing on the task at hand. The redhead was so used to going about things on her own, that the thought of there being someone else to watch her back around hadn't even struck her; not until the sound of the heft bag dropped to the ground behind her at the tent entrance, and her body pivoted immediately at the sound, eyes coming to square off the the man she'd helped escape. Hazel eyes came to focus onto him in a bit of a glare, before they softened, and her attention shifted to glancing back around the tent's area, keeping her ears solidly open once he began to talk. "Damn. You ain't ladylike." A scoff escaped at that statement - one that didn't sound defensive, or like she didn't agree - it was more so a confirming scoff, one that spoke 'why should I be?' in response. Ladylike was the last thing Charlie would've ever described for herself - before, or after, this whole outbreak. Crouching down to start rifling through one of the bags that had belonged to one of the members of the camp, the woman found herself rolling her eyes at another comment stated by the man behind her. "You're joking, right?" she asked, her voice stubborn and defiant. "You think I'll kill a bunch of guys, but when it comes to some lowly bitch who helped them leech my shit, I'll just let her waltz the fuck outta here?" Stopping in her search, Charlie sent a look over her shoulder towards Shane, one that almost looked like he had three heads. "I don't give a fuck what's between your legs. You steal from me, there's consequences. Besides," returning her attention to the bag, Charlie shoved it aside, having no interest in the dirty clothes and personal mementos that were within it. "You could do a lot better than that." His comment about 'having fun' with the last woman didn't even phase Charlie - not in the least. An eyelash wasn't even batted at the idea. She didn't know if he was being serious, or just trying to play a tough guy act, and the woman didn't care to find out. Clearing the sleeping quarters of the camp was the relatively easy part of the hunt - everything else within the camp was jumbled around, nothing really having a specific home to easily navigate everything from. Weapons, food, maps, first aid supplies, gas, oils, fire starers.. these people literally had just about everything at the tips of their fingers. Who knew how long they'd been scavenging, and ambushing people - probably since this whole thing had started. By the amount they had, it was easily guessed that they hadn't just pinched all of these items off of people, however; the bigger items, like propane barbecues, and the like, had to have been looted from stores, or other nearby campsites. That didn't chance the fact that Charlie was absolutely stunned from just how much they had here. If it hadn't been for Shane giving her a helping hand throughout all of it, she probably wouldn't have been able to pile most of it together in order to see what was really worth taking. The entire time, the man that was with her attempted to keep idle conversation between them, a feat that Charlie wasn't one hundred percent in agreeance with. The woman responded, no matter how little her responses were, but the entire time she couldn't help but wonder what had happened to the man who'd been restrained in the cabin, cussing her out with every breath he had, spitting in her direction.. Where had that fire gone to? Charlie wasn't stupid.. she knew a fire like that couldn't be doused so easily. There had to be something still brewing within the pit of his stomach, and there was no telling what he was capable of. It was probably best if she cut ties with him as soon as she possibly could, before she had to start worrying about watching her back more than she already did. Hazel eyes watched him closely as he started to talk again, rummaging through a small cabinet that the campsite had in its main kitchen area where they'd piled everything to inspect. He forcefully pulled the drawer from the chamber, and dumped its contents; there his abrasiveness was.. still very clearly in check. Yet he talked to her as though he held no ill-intention towards her.. Could he be trusted? Pursing her lips thoughtfully, Charlie dropped the few cases of ammunition she'd found stored in a tote, adding them to the pile between the two. Stopping for a moment, the woman narrowed her eyes, appearing as though she were glancing over their haul, rather than internally deciding on what name to give him - real or false. "Nah, I don't have a name," the woman responded after a moment of debate, her statement obviously sarcastic. "But you can call me Charlie." Not that it'd matter for long - names generally didn't last very long around her, to begin with. There was still one item that Charlie's hazel eyes had yet to fall over, however - and the more the duo looked and she didn't retrieve the familiar leather material, the more her actions became a little more antsy. The calm, cool and collected composure the woman had had was slightly slipping as her search became more frantic, losing focus on the man apparently named Shane as time passed. Almost ready to give up the search, the twenty four year old released a sigh of relief when her eyes came to focus on her jacket. Crossing the short distance to its hanging position, Charlie was quick to pull the leather jacket down from the tree's trunk it was fastened on, shoving either of her arms through its sleeves. A relieved sigh escaped the woman's lips, and for a moment, her eyes closed, and she pulled the jacket more protectively over the tank top she wore. And that's when she heard it; a familiar click that sounded like a gunshot within the woman's conscious mind. Slowly, she shifted, turning to come to face the man who she'd been helping; eyes instantly coming to rest on the barrel pointed in her direction. Exactly what she'd assumed that click had been.. Instantly, the woman's face twisted into a glare, and her eyebrows pulled together in slight frustration at letting something like this happen. Charlie had been so careful in the beginning - but one flash of her favourite jacket, and her entire defensive demeanor had washed away. "Fuck.." Releasing her arms from their slightly crossed position, Charlie kept her left hand raised so he could see it clearly, and then began to slowly reach around to the back of her jeans to withdraw the gun he'd requested. Naturally, her movements were slow, calculated, letting him see that she wasn't about to try anything stupid, and that she was just complying with his request for the gun. As it was pulled from her jeans, safety still clicked in place, Charlie shifted the gun between them, showing him it before tossing it between them with a bit of a grimace. With her right hand now free, she kept that one raised as well, inhaling deeply as her eyes shifted from looking down the barrel pointed directly at her head, to focus on Shane's own gaze. Only, as he finished his threat, there was a bit of a jolt within the woman's eyes; torture her until she begged him to stop? For a moment, there was no reaction beyond the glimmer within her hazel eyes. And then, a lop-sided grin broke out over the right side of the woman's mouth, shifting her weight from one leg to the other. "Why do they always promise a good time, but never follow through?" she asked, seemingly out loud to herself. Scoffing afterwards, she gave her head a small shake in his direction, eyes still focusing on his own. "So, tell me. After you start this torture.. Did you have a plan worked out in case I didn't beg?" A bit of a laugh escaped her lips now, tilting her head a little further up to glance towards the sky. Why did she always get the crazy ones, but never got to keep them? Every goddamn person she'd ever come across who seemed like they could handle themselves in this world always ended up being too dangerous to keep around. Charlie couldn't constantly sleep with one eye open. "You don't know a single thing about me, honey." the woman mimicked his nickname for her, the smile on her own face just as cocky as Shane's. "I've got a better offer." Pausing for a moment, hoping that the man's finger wouldn't squeeze the trigger, Charlie slowly started to lower her hands from their defensive position, letting them hang casually at her sides. He would shoot her if he so deemed - with or without her hands being held above her head. If Charlie was going to die, she'd at least like to die comfortably. "You have no where to go; if you were with someone, they would've taken them, too. Meaning you're by yourself. And how much shit you've been eyeing up in this camp, you've got jack shit to your name." Glancing around, spotting all the things that Charlie had already accumulated and sorted, back at her 'safe house' - an old family cottage that had belonged to her parents before all the shit hit the fan. "So how about this instead: You put that gun down, before you start making good on your promise, and start getting me going. I pretend you weren't egotistical enough to try something like this. We go back to mine.. crack open a bottle.." Trailing off, she arched a brow in his direction, coming to rest either of her hands on her hips. "Maybe I'll even pretend I'm drunk enough to fuck someone like you." Despite her words, the tone that Charlie used for that last sentence held something dark within it; a voice that was almost begging Shane to try and take her up on that offer. 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Immediately, Jake felt the intensity of their kiss grow. Maggie’s lips felt so soft against Jake’s and it was the best feeling in the world. During the kiss, Jake closed his eyes so he could focus on the sensations. From Maggie’s sweet lips to her bare chest pressed against his own, everything was perfect. Since her nipples were already hardened, Jake knew his sweet girlfriend might not make it much longer without him taking her. There were more than a few ways Jake could think about making love to Maggie tonight, but he had something specific in mind to try since it was their first night back together. It had to be special. It could not be just like any other night. Focusing on her tongue and her lips, Jake let his own tongue reach out of his mouth and begin massaging the inside of her mouth as well. His green-eyed beauty was always so damn kissable. Even as it was becoming difficult to breathe because of the lack of oxygen he was getting and even as his lips started swelling more from the kiss, Jake did not hold back. His head tilted to the side slightly so their kiss could run even deeper.
The male’s eyes finally opened once Maggie started pushing him back towards the mattress. A smirk grew on is face because the love of his life was so eager. Jake missed this. She was just as horny as he remembered her being. It felt like she was never not in the mood. Jake could only laugh when his friends and teammates complained about their girlfriends when they wanted to have some fun but their women were not in the mood. Jake had honestly never experienced that with Maggie. The reverse was true as well. Jake was never not in the mood, either. Jake loved it whenever he tried to think about schoolwork or even working out and Maggie interrupted him because she was getting turned on thinking about him. There was one instance where they were working out together at the gym. Jake was doing bench press and after finishing the last rep of his last set, Maggie had taken a seat on his crotch. Looking up, he saw and felt her gorgeous, perfect ass on his cock. It made him grow an instant boner and led them sneaking off into one of the locker rooms for a quick fuck. That was up there in one of his fondest, hottest memories.
While she started kissing him, Jake sat down and watched her walk away. “I missed you, too. I thought about you every day as well, every night… I could not stop thinking about you.” When Jake saw exactly what she returned with in her hand, a smirk grew on his face. It took about one second before Jake realized where this was going. Maggie had always done everything Jake loved. She happened to choose his favorite bandanna. Sometimes, he would use it as a cleave gag, other times, he liked to use it as an OTM gag. It was a pink color and Jake thought it looked so cute and gorgeous in her mouth. Gags were his favorite part of bondage so Maggie was often gagged during sex, even if she was not tied up. The male could remember being in high school when he suggested that they should try bondage. Jake spent many hours online reading about the bondage kink. He feared there was something wrong with him. People were only tied up when they were kidnapped, right? It was a bad thing.
Some blogs or sites he read would have made Jake think he was a sick person. It started from an early age. He loved watching action movies or cop TV shows. Often, there was a beautiful damsel in distress kidnapped and tied up. He associated that with the pretty women he saw. As he grew older, those desires of watching videos about bondage became less innocent. Maggie found out about his love when they were watching a horror movie together, cuddling in her room. The female lead was kidnapped by the psychopath. She was bound with rope and gagged with a cloth. There was a good minute of nothing but her struggling and screaming. Now, talk about a boner, Jake had easily the biggest hard-on in his entire life since Maggie was pressed against him and he thought about her being tied up instead, obviously. It was not the actress being tied up that turned him on so much as thinking about Maggie in that spot. To his surprise, the brunette did not act upset with him. Instead, Maggie only asked questions about why he liked bondage, if he wanted to tie her up, and other things.
Jake was confident all of the time, but he was almost shy and embarrassed answering the question. When he did admit that he desired to have Maggie bound and gagged, she was more willing to try it than he expected. Later that night, Jake bound her hands above her head to the bedpost with a scarf and then used a piece of duct tape to place over her lips. They made love like this and it was easily the most powerful orgasm of his life up to that point. The semen from his cock was just overflowing. The burst from the orgasm was violent. Ever since then, it appeared that Maggie enjoyed being tied up, submissive, and dominated by Jake. They used it often and now they thought nothing of it. Jake knew it did not mean anything was “wrong” with him. It was normal to have certain kinks and desires. Maggie understood that as well. They both shared the same desires when it came to bondage. Plus, Jake would never hurt Maggie and they trusted each other enough to do this. Jake would be lying if he said that half his thoughts about Maggie when he was in the Army did not involve her being tied up. The male simply could not help it. The way she was talking to him now and the way she flaunted the bandanna was turning Jake on so much. “I love you so much baby. I love feeling you touching me and I can’t wait to be inside of you again, filling you, and releasing inside of you. I’m going to fill you tonight baby with both my cock and my cum.” He promised her, feeling his cock already start growing erect now that she was touching him with her hand. Even before that, he started growing hard just at the sight of her taking that bandanna out of the dresser.
Looking at the woman he loved as she sat on his lap, Jake decided to take control. Taking the bandanna out of her hand, Jake tied a knot in the very center of the bandanna. “You always know how to turn me on, Maggie. I lost count of how many times I pictured you on my cock, bound, gagged and blindfolded. I love you so much and I love seeing you in bondage. Let’s start with the gag. You know how much I love this.” Winking, Jake waited for the woman to open her mouth. There was basically and unwritten rule that Jake had with Maggie and bondage: The gag ALWAYS was the first thing he applied and it was ALWAYS the last thing he removed. Once her lips parted, Jake set the knotted cloth in between her teeth and waited for her mouth to close down. “Okay, baby, move your hair out of the way.” Jake whispered softly, wrapping the bandanna around the back of her head. Not even needing to see the knot, Jake expertly tied it at the base of her skull since he had done this so much. Once the knot was tied, Jake released his grip and looked at his work of art. One reason he had Maggie hold her hair out of the way was because of aesthetics. One of his biggest pet peeves were seeing gags that wrapped around the woman’s head go over her hair. It just did not look pleasing. Once the knotted OTM gag was applied, Jake placed his hands onto her ass. This was a combination of a ball gag and a cleave gag. While ball gags were fun, Jake did not enjoy how it made the person with the gag drool. That was unappealing to him. With this, the knot could be as small as he wanted and simulate a ball gag. Again, it just looked better in his opinion. Placing their foreheads together, Jake squeezed her ass one more time as he began rocking the tip of his cock against Maggie’s wet folds.
“I love you so fucking much. My God, Maggie. I’ve missed seeing a gag in your mouth.” It was so hot. The pink from her lips looked so perfect lined up against the pink gag. Something about the color just made her bright, green eyes stand out even more. She looked so helpless, which was exactly what Jake was going for here. Unable to stop smiling, he kissed her over the gag. There were also some unspoken rules about using the gag as well. In Hollywood, it might appear that once the gag was added, the woman magically could not speak or make a sound. That was not true and that was not exactly what Jake wanted. Firstly, Jake wanted Maggie to kiss and talk to him even when she was gagged. Gagged kisses were his favorite even if there was something blocking their lips. It was so erotic. Even though Jake might not hear her words exactly when she talked with the gag in her mouth, it did not matter. Jake simply loved hearing how muffled and soft the words were. That led into the second rule he had, and that was making as much noise as she could. Gags did not service to keep Maggie quiet. Instead, if anything, it should cause her to make more noise than normal because there was nothing sexier than hearing an “Mmph” from her lips as they made love.
Kissing her with the gag was still easy. His tongue rubbed against her upper lip and her bottom lip before it even pushed against the cloth in between her teeth. The kiss was passionate just like there was nothing blocking it. Without missing a beat, Jake suddenly shifted so he could lay Maggie down onto her back. Standing at the edge of the bed, Jake stepped back a few steps before going right towards the dresser. He dug around in the first drawer he opened and found what he wanted. “I see you never moved our toys.”
Grinning, Jake removed a length of rope. This was not any regular rope – it was a light blue bondage rope. The rope was soft on the outside but made out of something much stronger on the inside so it would keep the submissive truly restrained without hurting her. The second item he removed was another one of the bandannas. This one was a dark red which would service as a blindfold. Dropping the lengths of rope and the new bandanna onto the mattress beside the brunette, Jake crawled on top of Maggie again. After pressing a kiss to her lips, he moved down to her neck and collarbone as well, his hands now both gripping her firm breasts, squeezing them rather firmly.
“Alright, my love. Put your hands together for me, in front. Let’s get you tied up so you don’t escape before I’m done with you.” Jake said with a teasing, aroused voice as he loved playing the role of the kidnapper in the bed, pretending to have taken Maggie hostage, keeping her bound and gagged so nobody would find or hear her.
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The more that Shane found out about Charlie, the more he realized how wrong he was about her at first. Appearances were deceiving and Shane felt that example firsthand. It was nearly comical now, how he once thought Charlie was an innocent woman that was taken hostage. He thought she would have been the type of hostage to cry and plead for her life, not the one that fought back and killed the captors. For whatever reason, he also thought she might have let the women go free. Besides, even in the old world, people would look at a person funny if he laid a hand on a woman even when legitimately defending himself. Shane just thought she might take an issue with that, but she did not. It was even more surprising when she did not act disgusted about his comment of having fun with the woman she murdered. It was not him playing a tough guy act nor was it a joke. Shane meant it and was serious about it. He expected a different response from the redhead, however. She continued to surprise him and Shane was understanding they had much more in common than he realized at first.
Shane did notice the lack of response from Charlie. It made him wonder if she was onto his plan yet. He attempted to keep conversation with her to prevent that from happening. It appeared she was not a talker. That was something else they had in common. Shane could be a loudmouth and outspoken, but recently that had toned down. Shane preferred staying to himself and not saying much, if anything, at all. It just piled onto a list of reasons that this woman intrigued him. She definitely held a certain set of skills that one could find useful in the apocalypse. It was almost too perfect. Shane almost did not want to kill her. Almost, though. It was the only way out of this situation, Shane thought. After she confirmed her name as Charlie, Shane thought about that for a few seconds but did not respond. It was a nice name, he figured. He wondered if it was even her real name, though. At this point, he spotted one difference between them. Charlie was giving a chance to trust Shane while Shane was not giving Charlie a chance to earn his trust. The male knew from the beginning how this was ending. Unlike Charlie, Shane was not giving her a chance to leave or work something else out.
Trust was something fickle, especially now. Shane put his trust in Lori, Rick, and others in his old group. Lori turned against him, Rick turned against him, and everyone turned against him. All Shane tried to do was keep Lori and Carl safe. It ended up backfiring big time. How could Lori blame him for what happened? Shane tried his damnedest to help Rick out from the hospital but the soldiers were killing everyone. It was impossible. There was no reason his friend should have lived. If Rick died, things would have been so much better for Shane. But he did not and things were not alright. Shane had to live with his decisions and choices so it was better to leave and start new. This time, he swore to never trust anyone, never care for anyone, and live his own life. If Shane looked out for himself, then that was good. Shane was the only person that mattered to Shane anymore. Whatever he must do to further himself, to survive, he would do it no matter the cost. Without trusting or caring about people, he had nothing to worry about.
When Charlie turned away to find her leather jacket, it was the perfect time for Shane to strike. He watched the look on her face and it made him chuckle in a sick, sadistic way. That was exactly why he refused to show any compassion or offer trust to anyone. There were so many people out in the world that would do exactly what Shane just did. That was where Charlie fucked up. Like he wanted, Charlie disarmed herself and tossed the gun over to his side. Realizing that she could still have other weapons on her, Shane was careful. He doubted there was another gun. That would have been difficult to hide. It was more likely she might have a knife or something along her body somewhere. Because of that, Shane tried to stay back way out of range. Even if she went for a knife, Shane could empty a double tap into her skull before she even got close to stabbing him. Shane was not taking any chances here even though he almost did not want to do this to Charlie, a woman that helped him out of some deep shit.
But, the surprises were not finished. It looked like there was a grin on her face when Shane reached down and kicked her handgun even further behind him. His eyebrows furrowed when she talked about being tortured until she begged but Shane shook his head. “Oh, torturing you is definitely not something I’d want to do. You’re a nice looking girl so I wouldn’t mind a round with you but I ‘ve seen what you do. You are far too dangerous for that. I can keep my jock in my pants a while longer until another pretty lady comes along that can’t kill me. I know you could. I don’t want anything from you other than your death. It’ll make shit a lot easier on me.” Shane explained, not phased by her reaction. He almost expected something like this from the woman that already seemed quite skilled with killing. She already seemed rather emotionless anyways so Shane did not feel too surprised when she reacted differently than most people would in her position. If anything, it only told Shane that he had to stay careful around her. Shane could not waste too much time here, or he would be risking himself.
She mimicked the nickname and decided she had a better offer. Shane honestly doubted that. Even though everything he had gone through, everything he had seen told the male he was better off emptying a couple bullets to her head before she offered a compromise. For whatever reason, though, Shane hesitated and he wanted to just entertain her for a bit. Even as she lowered her arms, he did not make any noise. If she had another gun she was reaching for, it must have been pocket-sized because there was nothing obvious. Shane did not pay much mind to that. Instead, he looked at her face, but he was still looking down the barrel of the gun. Without letting his mind get too sidetracked, Shane listened to what Charlie was wanting to say. Despite that, he never let his mind wander too far. He just wanted to be sure that his head was clear and ready to kill her whenever it was time. Shane could not get caught looking somewhere else. She was too dangerous and she was too deadly. He might not have cared about much, but he cared about his own life and dying on count of being fooled by a woman’s charm was not ideal.
Charlie was right. He was alone, but that was by choice. He had only just started with nothing more than the supplies he fit into his truck. She offered to take him back to her place, crack open a bottle, and the most intriguing part – a fun night. Of course, Shane wanted to fuck her. Even out of all the women that were here in the camp, she was the most attractive. While he was going to keep one of the women alive to pleasure himself, he really preferred to relieve himself with Charlie but did not see that as an option, until now. It was honestly a good point that she made. Perhaps being with a larger group was not ideal, but maybe they were fine with just being two people and that was it. It did sound like Shane was getting a good end of the bargain. Plus, they made a good team and that was obvious. He imagined them pulling more shit like this during the apocalypse to find materials and supplies to stay alive. Shane saw the fiery look in her eyes because it matched his own.
Chewing on his lower lip and chewing on the inside of his cheek, Shane finally decided to respond. “Well, my lady, I did have somewhere to go but I left. I guess you could say I was kinda the outcast. I thought trying it out on my own was better. I don’t have to worry about shit other than myself. But with you, I don’t think I have to worry about you. You can take care of yourself, somehow. You’re not like most women, that’s for sure. I did have more than jack shit until these assholes grabbed me. I think I might take you up on that offer. Grab whatever shit we can take here and go back to yours. Don’t try anything stupid, though. You won’t get your gun back yet. I’m going to be careful with you. You’ve got more balls than most men I know. I expect you to keep your word. I could use a good fuck or two. You got me with that line. I ain’t ever done it with a redhead before. I think I’d like it, though.” Shane paused here, letting everything he just said sink in.
“We make a good team, it appears. I think we could find more shit to take, just you and me. There will be others incompetent pricks out in the world that are ripe for the pickins’.” After some internal debate with suggesting both pros and cons to all choices in the situation, Shane finally decided to lower his weapon. Aiming it at the ground, his eyes studied Charlie closely for the next few seconds before he just shoved the gun back into his jeans. After that, he reached down to grab her handgun that she had kicked over, stuffing that into one of the bags with the other guns he had collected. To ensure she did not take any of them, he put that bag over his shoulders now, still wary of Charlie. “Alright, then. Happy? Let’s get this shit packed up so we can leave. They got a few cars up here. We can siphon the gas into one vehicle. It’ll be smarter that way.” Shane commented, just making sure she was truly keeping her word and going with this idea she suggested.
The male’s eyes finally opened once Maggie started pushing him back towards the mattress. A smirk grew on is face because the love of his life was so eager. Jake missed this. She was just as horny as he remembered her being. It felt like she was never not in the mood. Jake could only laugh when his friends and teammates complained about their girlfriends when they wanted to have some fun but their women were not in the mood. Jake had honestly never experienced that with Maggie. The reverse was true as well. Jake was never not in the mood, either. Jake loved it whenever he tried to think about schoolwork or even working out and Maggie interrupted him because she was getting turned on thinking about him. There was one instance where they were working out together at the gym. Jake was doing bench press and after finishing the last rep of his last set, Maggie had taken a seat on his crotch. Looking up, he saw and felt her gorgeous, perfect ass on his cock. It made him grow an instant boner and led them sneaking off into one of the locker rooms for a quick fuck. That was up there in one of his fondest, hottest memories.
While she started kissing him, Jake sat down and watched her walk away. “I missed you, too. I thought about you every day as well, every night… I could not stop thinking about you.” When Jake saw exactly what she returned with in her hand, a smirk grew on his face. It took about one second before Jake realized where this was going. Maggie had always done everything Jake loved. She happened to choose his favorite bandanna. Sometimes, he would use it as a cleave gag, other times, he liked to use it as an OTM gag. It was a pink color and Jake thought it looked so cute and gorgeous in her mouth. Gags were his favorite part of bondage so Maggie was often gagged during sex, even if she was not tied up. The male could remember being in high school when he suggested that they should try bondage. Jake spent many hours online reading about the bondage kink. He feared there was something wrong with him. People were only tied up when they were kidnapped, right? It was a bad thing.
Some blogs or sites he read would have made Jake think he was a sick person. It started from an early age. He loved watching action movies or cop TV shows. Often, there was a beautiful damsel in distress kidnapped and tied up. He associated that with the pretty women he saw. As he grew older, those desires of watching videos about bondage became less innocent. Maggie found out about his love when they were watching a horror movie together, cuddling in her room. The female lead was kidnapped by the psychopath. She was bound with rope and gagged with a cloth. There was a good minute of nothing but her struggling and screaming. Now, talk about a boner, Jake had easily the biggest hard-on in his entire life since Maggie was pressed against him and he thought about her being tied up instead, obviously. It was not the actress being tied up that turned him on so much as thinking about Maggie in that spot. To his surprise, the brunette did not act upset with him. Instead, Maggie only asked questions about why he liked bondage, if he wanted to tie her up, and other things.
Jake was confident all of the time, but he was almost shy and embarrassed answering the question. When he did admit that he desired to have Maggie bound and gagged, she was more willing to try it than he expected. Later that night, Jake bound her hands above her head to the bedpost with a scarf and then used a piece of duct tape to place over her lips. They made love like this and it was easily the most powerful orgasm of his life up to that point. The semen from his cock was just overflowing. The burst from the orgasm was violent. Ever since then, it appeared that Maggie enjoyed being tied up, submissive, and dominated by Jake. They used it often and now they thought nothing of it. Jake knew it did not mean anything was “wrong” with him. It was normal to have certain kinks and desires. Maggie understood that as well. They both shared the same desires when it came to bondage. Plus, Jake would never hurt Maggie and they trusted each other enough to do this. Jake would be lying if he said that half his thoughts about Maggie when he was in the Army did not involve her being tied up. The male simply could not help it. The way she was talking to him now and the way she flaunted the bandanna was turning Jake on so much. “I love you so much baby. I love feeling you touching me and I can’t wait to be inside of you again, filling you, and releasing inside of you. I’m going to fill you tonight baby with both my cock and my cum.” He promised her, feeling his cock already start growing erect now that she was touching him with her hand. Even before that, he started growing hard just at the sight of her taking that bandanna out of the dresser.
Looking at the woman he loved as she sat on his lap, Jake decided to take control. Taking the bandanna out of her hand, Jake tied a knot in the very center of the bandanna. “You always know how to turn me on, Maggie. I lost count of how many times I pictured you on my cock, bound, gagged and blindfolded. I love you so much and I love seeing you in bondage. Let’s start with the gag. You know how much I love this.” Winking, Jake waited for the woman to open her mouth. There was basically and unwritten rule that Jake had with Maggie and bondage: The gag ALWAYS was the first thing he applied and it was ALWAYS the last thing he removed. Once her lips parted, Jake set the knotted cloth in between her teeth and waited for her mouth to close down. “Okay, baby, move your hair out of the way.” Jake whispered softly, wrapping the bandanna around the back of her head. Not even needing to see the knot, Jake expertly tied it at the base of her skull since he had done this so much. Once the knot was tied, Jake released his grip and looked at his work of art. One reason he had Maggie hold her hair out of the way was because of aesthetics. One of his biggest pet peeves were seeing gags that wrapped around the woman’s head go over her hair. It just did not look pleasing. Once the knotted OTM gag was applied, Jake placed his hands onto her ass. This was a combination of a ball gag and a cleave gag. While ball gags were fun, Jake did not enjoy how it made the person with the gag drool. That was unappealing to him. With this, the knot could be as small as he wanted and simulate a ball gag. Again, it just looked better in his opinion. Placing their foreheads together, Jake squeezed her ass one more time as he began rocking the tip of his cock against Maggie’s wet folds.
“I love you so fucking much. My God, Maggie. I’ve missed seeing a gag in your mouth.” It was so hot. The pink from her lips looked so perfect lined up against the pink gag. Something about the color just made her bright, green eyes stand out even more. She looked so helpless, which was exactly what Jake was going for here. Unable to stop smiling, he kissed her over the gag. There were also some unspoken rules about using the gag as well. In Hollywood, it might appear that once the gag was added, the woman magically could not speak or make a sound. That was not true and that was not exactly what Jake wanted. Firstly, Jake wanted Maggie to kiss and talk to him even when she was gagged. Gagged kisses were his favorite even if there was something blocking their lips. It was so erotic. Even though Jake might not hear her words exactly when she talked with the gag in her mouth, it did not matter. Jake simply loved hearing how muffled and soft the words were. That led into the second rule he had, and that was making as much noise as she could. Gags did not service to keep Maggie quiet. Instead, if anything, it should cause her to make more noise than normal because there was nothing sexier than hearing an “Mmph” from her lips as they made love.
Kissing her with the gag was still easy. His tongue rubbed against her upper lip and her bottom lip before it even pushed against the cloth in between her teeth. The kiss was passionate just like there was nothing blocking it. Without missing a beat, Jake suddenly shifted so he could lay Maggie down onto her back. Standing at the edge of the bed, Jake stepped back a few steps before going right towards the dresser. He dug around in the first drawer he opened and found what he wanted. “I see you never moved our toys.”
Grinning, Jake removed a length of rope. This was not any regular rope – it was a light blue bondage rope. The rope was soft on the outside but made out of something much stronger on the inside so it would keep the submissive truly restrained without hurting her. The second item he removed was another one of the bandannas. This one was a dark red which would service as a blindfold. Dropping the lengths of rope and the new bandanna onto the mattress beside the brunette, Jake crawled on top of Maggie again. After pressing a kiss to her lips, he moved down to her neck and collarbone as well, his hands now both gripping her firm breasts, squeezing them rather firmly.
“Alright, my love. Put your hands together for me, in front. Let’s get you tied up so you don’t escape before I’m done with you.” Jake said with a teasing, aroused voice as he loved playing the role of the kidnapper in the bed, pretending to have taken Maggie hostage, keeping her bound and gagged so nobody would find or hear her.
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The more that Shane found out about Charlie, the more he realized how wrong he was about her at first. Appearances were deceiving and Shane felt that example firsthand. It was nearly comical now, how he once thought Charlie was an innocent woman that was taken hostage. He thought she would have been the type of hostage to cry and plead for her life, not the one that fought back and killed the captors. For whatever reason, he also thought she might have let the women go free. Besides, even in the old world, people would look at a person funny if he laid a hand on a woman even when legitimately defending himself. Shane just thought she might take an issue with that, but she did not. It was even more surprising when she did not act disgusted about his comment of having fun with the woman she murdered. It was not him playing a tough guy act nor was it a joke. Shane meant it and was serious about it. He expected a different response from the redhead, however. She continued to surprise him and Shane was understanding they had much more in common than he realized at first.
Shane did notice the lack of response from Charlie. It made him wonder if she was onto his plan yet. He attempted to keep conversation with her to prevent that from happening. It appeared she was not a talker. That was something else they had in common. Shane could be a loudmouth and outspoken, but recently that had toned down. Shane preferred staying to himself and not saying much, if anything, at all. It just piled onto a list of reasons that this woman intrigued him. She definitely held a certain set of skills that one could find useful in the apocalypse. It was almost too perfect. Shane almost did not want to kill her. Almost, though. It was the only way out of this situation, Shane thought. After she confirmed her name as Charlie, Shane thought about that for a few seconds but did not respond. It was a nice name, he figured. He wondered if it was even her real name, though. At this point, he spotted one difference between them. Charlie was giving a chance to trust Shane while Shane was not giving Charlie a chance to earn his trust. The male knew from the beginning how this was ending. Unlike Charlie, Shane was not giving her a chance to leave or work something else out.
Trust was something fickle, especially now. Shane put his trust in Lori, Rick, and others in his old group. Lori turned against him, Rick turned against him, and everyone turned against him. All Shane tried to do was keep Lori and Carl safe. It ended up backfiring big time. How could Lori blame him for what happened? Shane tried his damnedest to help Rick out from the hospital but the soldiers were killing everyone. It was impossible. There was no reason his friend should have lived. If Rick died, things would have been so much better for Shane. But he did not and things were not alright. Shane had to live with his decisions and choices so it was better to leave and start new. This time, he swore to never trust anyone, never care for anyone, and live his own life. If Shane looked out for himself, then that was good. Shane was the only person that mattered to Shane anymore. Whatever he must do to further himself, to survive, he would do it no matter the cost. Without trusting or caring about people, he had nothing to worry about.
When Charlie turned away to find her leather jacket, it was the perfect time for Shane to strike. He watched the look on her face and it made him chuckle in a sick, sadistic way. That was exactly why he refused to show any compassion or offer trust to anyone. There were so many people out in the world that would do exactly what Shane just did. That was where Charlie fucked up. Like he wanted, Charlie disarmed herself and tossed the gun over to his side. Realizing that she could still have other weapons on her, Shane was careful. He doubted there was another gun. That would have been difficult to hide. It was more likely she might have a knife or something along her body somewhere. Because of that, Shane tried to stay back way out of range. Even if she went for a knife, Shane could empty a double tap into her skull before she even got close to stabbing him. Shane was not taking any chances here even though he almost did not want to do this to Charlie, a woman that helped him out of some deep shit.
But, the surprises were not finished. It looked like there was a grin on her face when Shane reached down and kicked her handgun even further behind him. His eyebrows furrowed when she talked about being tortured until she begged but Shane shook his head. “Oh, torturing you is definitely not something I’d want to do. You’re a nice looking girl so I wouldn’t mind a round with you but I ‘ve seen what you do. You are far too dangerous for that. I can keep my jock in my pants a while longer until another pretty lady comes along that can’t kill me. I know you could. I don’t want anything from you other than your death. It’ll make shit a lot easier on me.” Shane explained, not phased by her reaction. He almost expected something like this from the woman that already seemed quite skilled with killing. She already seemed rather emotionless anyways so Shane did not feel too surprised when she reacted differently than most people would in her position. If anything, it only told Shane that he had to stay careful around her. Shane could not waste too much time here, or he would be risking himself.
She mimicked the nickname and decided she had a better offer. Shane honestly doubted that. Even though everything he had gone through, everything he had seen told the male he was better off emptying a couple bullets to her head before she offered a compromise. For whatever reason, though, Shane hesitated and he wanted to just entertain her for a bit. Even as she lowered her arms, he did not make any noise. If she had another gun she was reaching for, it must have been pocket-sized because there was nothing obvious. Shane did not pay much mind to that. Instead, he looked at her face, but he was still looking down the barrel of the gun. Without letting his mind get too sidetracked, Shane listened to what Charlie was wanting to say. Despite that, he never let his mind wander too far. He just wanted to be sure that his head was clear and ready to kill her whenever it was time. Shane could not get caught looking somewhere else. She was too dangerous and she was too deadly. He might not have cared about much, but he cared about his own life and dying on count of being fooled by a woman’s charm was not ideal.
Charlie was right. He was alone, but that was by choice. He had only just started with nothing more than the supplies he fit into his truck. She offered to take him back to her place, crack open a bottle, and the most intriguing part – a fun night. Of course, Shane wanted to fuck her. Even out of all the women that were here in the camp, she was the most attractive. While he was going to keep one of the women alive to pleasure himself, he really preferred to relieve himself with Charlie but did not see that as an option, until now. It was honestly a good point that she made. Perhaps being with a larger group was not ideal, but maybe they were fine with just being two people and that was it. It did sound like Shane was getting a good end of the bargain. Plus, they made a good team and that was obvious. He imagined them pulling more shit like this during the apocalypse to find materials and supplies to stay alive. Shane saw the fiery look in her eyes because it matched his own.
Chewing on his lower lip and chewing on the inside of his cheek, Shane finally decided to respond. “Well, my lady, I did have somewhere to go but I left. I guess you could say I was kinda the outcast. I thought trying it out on my own was better. I don’t have to worry about shit other than myself. But with you, I don’t think I have to worry about you. You can take care of yourself, somehow. You’re not like most women, that’s for sure. I did have more than jack shit until these assholes grabbed me. I think I might take you up on that offer. Grab whatever shit we can take here and go back to yours. Don’t try anything stupid, though. You won’t get your gun back yet. I’m going to be careful with you. You’ve got more balls than most men I know. I expect you to keep your word. I could use a good fuck or two. You got me with that line. I ain’t ever done it with a redhead before. I think I’d like it, though.” Shane paused here, letting everything he just said sink in.
“We make a good team, it appears. I think we could find more shit to take, just you and me. There will be others incompetent pricks out in the world that are ripe for the pickins’.” After some internal debate with suggesting both pros and cons to all choices in the situation, Shane finally decided to lower his weapon. Aiming it at the ground, his eyes studied Charlie closely for the next few seconds before he just shoved the gun back into his jeans. After that, he reached down to grab her handgun that she had kicked over, stuffing that into one of the bags with the other guns he had collected. To ensure she did not take any of them, he put that bag over his shoulders now, still wary of Charlie. “Alright, then. Happy? Let’s get this shit packed up so we can leave. They got a few cars up here. We can siphon the gas into one vehicle. It’ll be smarter that way.” Shane commented, just making sure she was truly keeping her word and going with this idea she suggested.
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| XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX | xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx | MAGGIE ○ GREENE xxxxxxxx Out of everything that Jacob Frazier did, Maggie was in love with the way he was so open with her to describe what he wanted to do; was going to do; and had thought about doing to her. Just hearing his voice thick with lust while he whispered about not being able to stop thinking about her made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end with anticipation with what was coming next. There was nothing he could say that would cause Maggie's mood to deplete with how she felt for him, and the twenty two year old always found herself hanging off his every syllable. When the man began his promise to her, the chills that flung up Maggie's spine had her verbally sighing with the sensations his words flared within her. Biting her lower lip, the woman's green orbs closed for a moment as she repeated his words in her head, this time a gentle moan accompanying it rather than a sigh. His words, paired with the first-hand presentation of what the effects were having on him, Maggie could already feel herself beginning to grow slick with warm juice, her body more than eager. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxAs he retrieved the bandana from her grasp, Maggie's eyes opened once more and focused on Jake's, portraying the yearning she felt for him rather loudly. At his suggestion to start with the gag, the woman nodded her head all too eagerly, watching as he tied the knot in the center of the band. A mischievous smile grow on the brunette's lips before she opened her mouth to give him room to position it properly, moving with him to allow easier access. When requested to move her hair, Maggie's hands glided up Jake's bare chest until they withdrew to cup her long locks out of his way, appreciating that he took care not to tie any of the strands within the knot. Once the hold was secure, and Jake's hands withdrew from the back of her head, Maggie allowed her hair to release, letting the brunette locks to frame back around her face, further accenting the colour of the bandana. “I love you so fucking much. My God, Maggie. I’ve missed seeing a gag in your mouth.” Those words mixed with the combination of his hips gliding the head of his erection along her folds had the twenty two year old woman's back already arching in reaction, her breath releasing from her nose in a huff of sexually frustrated air. Just feeling the tip of his manhood glide against her juices had Maggie's thighs quivering with anticipation, and her eyes to hood with lust. At the kiss, Maggie's eyes clenched instantly, and she pushed back as hard into him as she possibly could. It'd been far too long since she'd felt the restricting material against the sides of her mouth, against her cheeks, and the feel of his own warm lips working to mold against her own through it all. Immediately, it was as though the kiss had stolen nearly every breath of air from the woman's lungs, and as he ebbed his tongue softly against her lips, all Maggie could emit were breathless signs of content. Her hands gripped against Jake's chest, nails coming to fasten further and further against his skint he more his lips teased against her own, causing more pronounced breathless signs to begin to echo from the gag. So enthralled within returning the kiss, pressing her tongue to the other side of the gag in an attempt to join his own, Maggie didn't realize what was happening until her back was fastened against the mattress, Jacob's body towering over her. It caused her to grin through the gag, shifting her legs to let him walk freely away towards the dresser. At his comment about their toys remaining the dresser drawer, Maggie gave him a smirk through the gag the best she could. "Of course," she murmured into the material, knowing even with the muffle Jake would be able to understand her; he had quite a bit of practice. After the two items were retrieved, the brunette's eyes gave away her excitement, barely able to contain herself as Jacob reached the bed once more. As he crawled over her, the female released the air trapped within her lungs through her nose, melting up against him at the kiss. As his hands traveled down to her breasts, the twenty two year old released a pleased groan at the contact, her nipples growing in firmness at the sudden attention. Shuddering when the touch ebbed away, Maggie slowly lifted her arms, clasping her wrists together, and holding her hands together at the palms; green eyes narrowly focusing on the man above her and what was about to ensue. The moment she felt the rope glide against her skin, the moan that released against the gag was much louder than the one that had previously released from the actual contact on her breasts, her hips bucking eagerly with anticipation. Even through her body's visible excitement, the brunette made sure that her wrists and arms were pressed together tightly, and she didn't yank from his grip. Her wiggles of excitement could luckily be passed as her playfully molding back into his favourite role for her; the helpless victim, snatched away for his pleasure, with the way she squirmed underneath his figure. Although, her eyes would give her away instantly - it was absolutely impossible for Maggie to mask the lust that she was currently feeling, and the feel of the rope constricting around her limbs had kick-started a frenzy between her milky thighs. "P-please!" she begged against the gag, hips bucking just enough to glide against him momentarily. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx CHARLOTTE ○ ARCHER xxxxxxxx There was almost a sense, in the way Shane had told her he wouldn't be 'tormenting' her, that made Charlie feel as though she should've taken all of what he said as a compliment. Not only did he state that she was pretty in a sideways comment, but he also stated that she was capable of killing him. If those weren't two compliments wrapped up in a few sentence structures, she had no idea what fucking would be, and the slightly cocky grin that littered her face because it was more than noticeable. At least he was smart - opting for killing her, getting rid of the problem, than taking his chances. Charlotte definitely would've picked the same option, no matter what deal was put on the table. You couldn't watch your back twenty four-seven.. there'd be a time when defending herself wouldn't be possible. Cutting loose ends before they started to fray was always the smarter, safer choice. If the redhead was being perfectly honest with herself, the twenty four year old had never imagined that Shane would've taken her up on the offer. The way he paused for a moment after she stated her new bargaining chip had her almost worried internally, but remained her composure on the outside. Then, his teeth grazed his lower lip, and he seemed to be thinking her words over. Good.. good. As he began his response, Charlie's jaw squared, listening very carefully in case he had any further conditions to add to her offered deal. Besides his refusal to give her gun back, there wasn't much that seemed to be added or changed; other than Shane's immediate reaction to take her 'maybe' as a solid 'we're gonna fuck'. But that only made Charlie's lips pull into a mischievous grin, especially when he threw in the words, "I could use a good fuck or two." “We make a good team, it appears. I think we could find more shit to take, just you and me. There will be others incompetent pricks out in the world that are ripe for the pickins’.” The gun was lowered, and Charlie could officially relax. Letting a breath out as the man reached down to retrieve the tossed gun, her shoulders came to a more relaxed position, and her eyes swept the area, knowing if he was going to kill her, he would've when he had his arm raised. There was no sense in watching over her shoulder right now; it'd be a waste of energy. The ball was initially in Shane's court, and it didn't matter what she did at this point. For all she knew, he could still have plans to waste her - but that bridge would be crossed when Charlie reached it. With the weapons bag slung over Shane's shoulder, Charlie shifted to grab the other duffel bag stuffed to the brim with other supplies, pulling it over her own. "I hope you realize," she began as another bag was picked up, falling into step beside Shane was they headed up towards the vehicles. "That I'm not about to play nice if you don't at least give me my pike." Glancing towards the bag he had slung over his shoulder, Charlie arched a brow. "Keep the gun, but let me have something. I'm no good to you defenseless." Charlie hoped that her little arguement would be enough to convince him to hand the climbing axe over without much of a fuss, admittedly feeling rather naked without at least something on her body that would work as a weapon. It wasn't an argument that she was one hundred percent prepared on fighting, however; Charlie wasn't completely useless, but it just meant that he'd have to take out any straggling walkers that came too close within their brief travels. Upon reaching the assorted vehicles strewn through the man-made parking grove within the woods, Charlie dropped the bags near one of the cars that looked in better condition. Luckily, siphoning had been something that these assholes had also thought about, granting the redhead a hose and a few canisters after a few moments of searching. "There's a few cans of gas already in here," she called out, retrieving the two small jugs after smelling them to confirm. Exiting the makeshift shed area the camp had set up, Charlie returned long enough to grab the siphoning tools, and went to work at seeing which cars were even worth trying to suck anything from. With the gas and supplies loaded up, there was little question in who would be driving the duo as Charlie climbed into the front seat and tore the panel to the wires loose. Rolling her window down to discard the panel, the woman quickly went to work at fastening the necessary wires together in order to jump-start the engine. Hearing it roar the life, the ex merc smirked, gripping the shift between the two seats to put it into gear. As the redhead drove, she considering making a side-ways comment about Shane putting his fingers to good use while she drove them towards the cabin she'd taken refuge in. A part of her wanted to, to put that thought inside his head, but the other portion knew for a fact that it'd been too long since anyone's hands had been between her legs but her own, and that kind of distraction would definitely cause a wreck. The trip took about ten minutes by car, a route that Charlie knew quite well. Parking the car behind the mini van that had been there since before the redhead had arrived to the location, it's battery long dead, the twenty four year old cut the engine and glanced around the area. Long stakes had been set up to detour people from approaching the cabin from certain ways, or to snag rotting corpses as they shambled towards light from the enclosed building; the spaces between the stakes was strung with wire, thin enough that if you weren't looking carefully, you could easily slice yourself if run into. These hadn't been Charlie's fool-proof ideas of defenses, but they had been good enough for the little time she planned on being here. Up until recently, dealing with people hadn't been an issue - recent events would start to change her perspective when setting up traps and exterior perimeters. Luckily, everything was as she had left it; there weren't even new bodies littering the surrounding stakes, which was a good sign. Most of the noise from the gunshots had probably drawn any attention from any zees in the surrounding area, which was good news for them. Exiting the car, Charlie was quick to grab her portion of the bags and haul them inside, leaving the door open for Shane. Tossing the bag of miscellaneous supplies on the floor of the cabin's kitchenette, Charlie ditched the remaining bag of food beside it. The first task she began to overcome was the lack of light within the boarded up, one-floor area, crossing to the living room area in order to get the fireplace started. As she bent down, shifting the half-burnt logs from the previous burn, Charlie couldn't help but feel the urge to cast a glance towards her newfound "partner in crime." An urge she resisted, somehow, but as a result, found herself arching her back slightly in order to accent the curve of her ass within the ripped jeans that clung to it. Satisfied with the positioning of the logs, Charlie straightened and let her jacket slip off her shoulders, tossing the leather material to land on the nearby couch. Crumbling a few pieces of paper that had previously been ripped from one of the leftover books, the woman would then arrange them underneath the middle of the logs, using it to light the smaller logs to get the fire started. "Well," the ex merc began, tossing a match into her arrangement. Grabbing a bottle off the fireplace's mantle, she turned on the heels of her combat boots to face Shane for the first time since she'd entered the cabin, arching a brow as the twenty two year old put it on display. "Make yourself at home, Romeo." Twisting the lid to the bottle, Charlie tipped it to her lips, taking a few healthy mouthfuls of the dark whiskey before holding it out for Shane. Only, if he went to reach for it, he'd find her teasingly pulling the bottle closer to her own body, enticing him to come and get it from her. | xxxxxxxxxxxxxx | XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX |
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The human body was intriguing – especially when things were related to sex. Jake read an article once that said it was possible for a man to reach an orgasm without any physical stimulation. It was possible for a male to reach an orgasm by only listening to something that aroused them. Of course, he intended to do much more than listen tonight. If it were possible, Jake figured one day he might cum because of the gag in Maggie’s mouth. He was almost certain it would happen should he just sit beside of his wife and watch her squirm while there was the sexy bandanna gagging her mouth. Taking the other bandanna, Jake felt his orgasm reach the highest peak. “Close your eyes, now. Let’s take away another ability of yours.” After folding the bandanna once, Jake pressed the blindfold over her eyes while tying a knot at the back of Maggie’s head. At this point, she could not talk, she could not see, and she could not use her own hands. Practically, the only choice she had was to feel whatever her boyfriend was doing to her. It had truly been too long since this transpired between the happy couple.
God, she was so hot struggling around on the bed and making those “mmphing” noises that he pieced together with enough syllables to understand her desired words. “I was going to stop here, but I think I might add something else to keep you a little more restrained.” Smirking, Jake leaned down to kiss Maggie over her gagged lips again. His large, calloused hands gripped Maggie’s smaller, softer ones. He squeezed her bound hands, pulling them against his abdomen as he trailed her fingertips below his V-line so her fingers could tangle just above his cock and against his trimmed pubic hair that was shaped in whatever way she preferred. Leaving Maggie on the bed, Jake walked towards the dresser again where he grabbed another length of bondage rope. One was a normal sized length while the other was much, much shorter. Sitting at the edge of the bed on his knees, Jake pulled Maggie’s feet together. His ropes started wrapping around her ankles until he reached that desired four or five rounds of rotation. Taking the ends of the rope, Jake weaved them in between the center of what was already wrapped around those ankles.
A tight knot was tied in the center. It was tight just like her wrists, but not constricting. “Something else I missed? These cute feet of yours.” Even stranger than his love of bondage was his love of feet. Through research, Jake found out that foot fetishes were seen to be quite weird by many. The male was preoccupied with telling Maggie about this fetish even more than telling her about bondage. However, the woman took it in stride and tried it for him just like everything else he ever asked. Since then, Jake did not hold back from his foot fetish. Raising those bound ankles to his lips, the male started to kiss the sole of her left foot. He took his lips down the center of her foot and moved his mouth upwards to the base of her toes again. Jake returned his lips to Maggie’s right foot, kissing lightly on that sole as well until every inch of her skin had been caressed by his loving kisses. He loved watching her feet crinkle up and how her toes flexed when his rough, chapped lips went down her soft skin. He always felt amazed how well Maggie kept her feet for him.
Jake did not stop here, though. Next, he attacked her toes. His lips wrapped around her great toe on her right foot. Then, he moved his mouth towards her lesser toes, sucking them into his mouth and kissing them as well. When Jake covered all the toes on her opposite foot, he was finally satisfied with that. “Mmm, good thing it is Summer. It means you might be running around in flip flops.” He loved whenecer she wore them because it was a way to pleasure him without anyone even knowing about it. She could easily slip out of her flip flops without causing a reaction from anyone else, place them into his lap, and rub his crotch so nonchalantly. It was time for the last length of rope – much too small for her wrists or ankles. It was for her big toes. Jake adored toe-ties, using a small piece of rope to tie her big toes together. It would restrain her even further while catering to his foot fetish. He made quick work of that, tightly tying the rope around her great toes. Once that was finished, he pressed one more kiss to each of the soles of her feet.
From this juncture, Jake brought her feet down onto his crotch. His cock was in between each of her bound feet and her heels were pressed against his balls. Now he was happy with how Maggie was bound, gagged, and blindfolded. She looked like such a sexy, helpless victim. No kidnapper could bind a captive better than this. “I love you so much. Now, let’s see you struggle for me. Try to get loose. There’s a gag in your mouth so you can even scream for help if you want. I will make love to you soon enough. I’ve just needed to have a front row performance for a long time.” After whispering this, he leaned down, cock still in between her feet, and kissed down the sweet spots of her neck. His hands groped her breasts, fondling the mounds of flesh as his palms cupped her nipples, pressing into her breasts. A moan left his lips quietly as he tilted his head back, his hips starting to thrust forward a bit, creating some friction with her bound feet and his manhood.
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Watching Charlotte’s reaction frustrated Shane. Judging by the look on the woman’s face, Shane had lost this battle. Although he accepted her terms and conditions, something told the young man he would regret this later. This could have been a fatal mistake. How was it possible for him to trust Charlie enough to accept that she would not kill him first chance she got? Something about the redhead was genuine. Something about this woman was convincing. Having a fuck probably won Shane over since he wanted to forget about Lori Grimes. What was the best way to forget about a woman? Find a new one, of course. When it came to Lori, Shane had fallen in love with the woman. Charlie did not exactly replace Lori in the sense that he had fallen for her already. In fact, it was the opposite. Shane looked at this redheaded woman and saw one thing: a smoking hot body that he wanted to fuck. There was no emotion present other than lust. There would be no post-sex cuddling and there was probably no kissing involved, either. It was a purely physical desire, helping Shane forget about the one woman he wanted. Thinking about her, Shane scolded himself.
It was time to let go. It might become an easier task after his first adventure with Charlie. There were no manuals for this thing: the apocalypse or women in the apocalypse. Who was stopping Charlie from killing Shane the first chance she was given? Besides, he had planned to kill her. It was not a spur of the moment where it was a baseless threat. Shane Walsh one hundred percent intended to shoot Charlie in the head. It was going to be quick and painless, ensuring she did not rise from the dead. She knew his intentions yet talked him out of it. How could a person trust someone that wanted to kill them and very nearly did kill them? Shane realized that was another mistake he made. If he was so easily talked out of it, perhaps he should not have made the threat at all. Who knew? The tables could have been reversed as well. Neither seemed like the humanitarian type so it was possible Charlie had similar plans. Shane could think himself to death at this rate. Instead, he tried to pack those thoughts away tight and deep into his mind as they were preparing to leave.
Before exiting the camp, Charlie asked for that climbing axe. It was an interesting little weapon for the apocalypse. It was perfect. This weapon was shaped for digging into the skull of a walker with one swing. It was a weapon the male intended to keep for himself, not knowing that it was Charlie’s at first. It was sitting with the other weapons in camp that had probably been taken off a dead body before. Deciding it was for the best, Shane grumbled quietly and dropped the bag onto a nearby table. She was correct. It was unintelligent to walk around this world without being armed. If they got into a mess, she was useless to him. It might get him killed as well if she was not armed. At least with this pike, she must get close to him before killing him with it. With a gun, she could stand wherever the hell she wanted and put a double tap through his skull. It was the lesser of two evils and he decided to trust her again with the axe. It was buried underneath everything else but once it was recovered, he tossed the weapon across the air and did not say a word about it. Shane was too busy wondering if this would bite him in the ass during a later event.
Around the vehicles, the pair agreed that the pickup truck was in the best shape out of the other machines. While Charlie prepared the siphoning tools, Shane opened each remaining vehicle to collect other supplies that were inside. The gunshots attracted a few walkers, but it was nothing Shane was unable to handle with his knife and patience. He finished searching the last vehicle right after the truck started humming. Damn, she was skilled at more than just killing. It made him wondered even more what she had done in the past world. Soon, everything was loaded into the truck. It was an extended cab so there was enough room inside the cab that not much was put on the truck other than the full gas cans. Once he settled into the passenger seat, Shane took one glance at Charlie but did not make any comment. Instead, he relaxed against the seat and watched the world pass through the window. They escaped at a perfect time. Walkers were piling into the camp now and it might have gotten ugly if they stayed longer.
It appeared Charlie took the scenic route, leading them to an undisclosed location deep in the woods. Upon arriving at the cabin, Shane noticed all the traps and defenses set up around the location. It almost made Shane chuckle out loud, but it was stifled. This woman was not fucking around. He wondered how in the hell anyone managed to capture her. She seemed so careful and skilled. After the truck stopped, Shane almost wondered if he should watch where he stepped because of all the traps littering the perimeter. It took multiple trips before Shane brought in all the bags and gas cans but soon the room beside the front door was full of their mixed supplies. Satisfied, he closed the door behind him and noticed a generator. It appeared to be functioning and lowly humming. Did that mean she had running water and electricity? There was only one way to find out if it was truly working. A shower sounded nice about now. Covered in sweat and blood was commonplace, but it did not mean he liked it.
Entering the living room, Shane noticed how Charlie was showing off her ass. It was ironic because Shane had always been more of an ass guy than a tits guy. He appreciated a firm backside. This was the only thought in his mind as Charlie played hard to get with the whiskey, but it did not last long because Shane stepped towards her quickly: one hand gripped the bottle and the other hand reached behind of her and gripped her ass. Smirking, Shane’s hand was just underneath hers as he pulled the bottle to his lips. Those fingers of his dug into her ass against the material of her jeans but he soon released both after the first sip of whiskey. All he did after that was offer the woman a knowing smirk and wink. Yeah, he could not wait until he was fucking this woman. It could not happen soon enough. “I suppose I’ll check out your showers. It’s been quite some time since I had one.” Sure, the Greene Family Farm had running water and generators but he had not been allowed inside for quite some time. Hershel and Shane did not exactly get along. After finding out there were walkers in the barn, Shane tore the old man a new one and that did not sit well.
Finding the bathroom himself, Shane did nothing but strip nude in front of the mirror not even bothering to close the door. He was a confident man. If Charlie wanted to look, she should. There was nothing he felt embarrassed about. With his looks and the size between his legs, how could he feel embarrassed? When he was finally ready to jump into the shower after the water was nice and warm, he did just that. Shane was going to change back into the same clothes since there was no such thing as a clean set of clothes these days. Everything was stained, ripped, or torn and covered in blood. He used the soap to wash through his body and he used the shampoo to wash through his hair a few times. The male tried to not spend too long in the shower so he cut the water off once it had gone on long enough. At this time, Shane pulled the curtain open and started to dry himself off – the door still wide open. The next object of his business was figuring where he was staying tonight. He sure as hell was not sleeping on a couch. If there was only one bedroom, Charlie better get used to sleeping on the same bed or taking the couch herself.
God, she was so hot struggling around on the bed and making those “mmphing” noises that he pieced together with enough syllables to understand her desired words. “I was going to stop here, but I think I might add something else to keep you a little more restrained.” Smirking, Jake leaned down to kiss Maggie over her gagged lips again. His large, calloused hands gripped Maggie’s smaller, softer ones. He squeezed her bound hands, pulling them against his abdomen as he trailed her fingertips below his V-line so her fingers could tangle just above his cock and against his trimmed pubic hair that was shaped in whatever way she preferred. Leaving Maggie on the bed, Jake walked towards the dresser again where he grabbed another length of bondage rope. One was a normal sized length while the other was much, much shorter. Sitting at the edge of the bed on his knees, Jake pulled Maggie’s feet together. His ropes started wrapping around her ankles until he reached that desired four or five rounds of rotation. Taking the ends of the rope, Jake weaved them in between the center of what was already wrapped around those ankles.
A tight knot was tied in the center. It was tight just like her wrists, but not constricting. “Something else I missed? These cute feet of yours.” Even stranger than his love of bondage was his love of feet. Through research, Jake found out that foot fetishes were seen to be quite weird by many. The male was preoccupied with telling Maggie about this fetish even more than telling her about bondage. However, the woman took it in stride and tried it for him just like everything else he ever asked. Since then, Jake did not hold back from his foot fetish. Raising those bound ankles to his lips, the male started to kiss the sole of her left foot. He took his lips down the center of her foot and moved his mouth upwards to the base of her toes again. Jake returned his lips to Maggie’s right foot, kissing lightly on that sole as well until every inch of her skin had been caressed by his loving kisses. He loved watching her feet crinkle up and how her toes flexed when his rough, chapped lips went down her soft skin. He always felt amazed how well Maggie kept her feet for him.
Jake did not stop here, though. Next, he attacked her toes. His lips wrapped around her great toe on her right foot. Then, he moved his mouth towards her lesser toes, sucking them into his mouth and kissing them as well. When Jake covered all the toes on her opposite foot, he was finally satisfied with that. “Mmm, good thing it is Summer. It means you might be running around in flip flops.” He loved whenecer she wore them because it was a way to pleasure him without anyone even knowing about it. She could easily slip out of her flip flops without causing a reaction from anyone else, place them into his lap, and rub his crotch so nonchalantly. It was time for the last length of rope – much too small for her wrists or ankles. It was for her big toes. Jake adored toe-ties, using a small piece of rope to tie her big toes together. It would restrain her even further while catering to his foot fetish. He made quick work of that, tightly tying the rope around her great toes. Once that was finished, he pressed one more kiss to each of the soles of her feet.
From this juncture, Jake brought her feet down onto his crotch. His cock was in between each of her bound feet and her heels were pressed against his balls. Now he was happy with how Maggie was bound, gagged, and blindfolded. She looked like such a sexy, helpless victim. No kidnapper could bind a captive better than this. “I love you so much. Now, let’s see you struggle for me. Try to get loose. There’s a gag in your mouth so you can even scream for help if you want. I will make love to you soon enough. I’ve just needed to have a front row performance for a long time.” After whispering this, he leaned down, cock still in between her feet, and kissed down the sweet spots of her neck. His hands groped her breasts, fondling the mounds of flesh as his palms cupped her nipples, pressing into her breasts. A moan left his lips quietly as he tilted his head back, his hips starting to thrust forward a bit, creating some friction with her bound feet and his manhood.
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Watching Charlotte’s reaction frustrated Shane. Judging by the look on the woman’s face, Shane had lost this battle. Although he accepted her terms and conditions, something told the young man he would regret this later. This could have been a fatal mistake. How was it possible for him to trust Charlie enough to accept that she would not kill him first chance she got? Something about the redhead was genuine. Something about this woman was convincing. Having a fuck probably won Shane over since he wanted to forget about Lori Grimes. What was the best way to forget about a woman? Find a new one, of course. When it came to Lori, Shane had fallen in love with the woman. Charlie did not exactly replace Lori in the sense that he had fallen for her already. In fact, it was the opposite. Shane looked at this redheaded woman and saw one thing: a smoking hot body that he wanted to fuck. There was no emotion present other than lust. There would be no post-sex cuddling and there was probably no kissing involved, either. It was a purely physical desire, helping Shane forget about the one woman he wanted. Thinking about her, Shane scolded himself.
It was time to let go. It might become an easier task after his first adventure with Charlie. There were no manuals for this thing: the apocalypse or women in the apocalypse. Who was stopping Charlie from killing Shane the first chance she was given? Besides, he had planned to kill her. It was not a spur of the moment where it was a baseless threat. Shane Walsh one hundred percent intended to shoot Charlie in the head. It was going to be quick and painless, ensuring she did not rise from the dead. She knew his intentions yet talked him out of it. How could a person trust someone that wanted to kill them and very nearly did kill them? Shane realized that was another mistake he made. If he was so easily talked out of it, perhaps he should not have made the threat at all. Who knew? The tables could have been reversed as well. Neither seemed like the humanitarian type so it was possible Charlie had similar plans. Shane could think himself to death at this rate. Instead, he tried to pack those thoughts away tight and deep into his mind as they were preparing to leave.
Before exiting the camp, Charlie asked for that climbing axe. It was an interesting little weapon for the apocalypse. It was perfect. This weapon was shaped for digging into the skull of a walker with one swing. It was a weapon the male intended to keep for himself, not knowing that it was Charlie’s at first. It was sitting with the other weapons in camp that had probably been taken off a dead body before. Deciding it was for the best, Shane grumbled quietly and dropped the bag onto a nearby table. She was correct. It was unintelligent to walk around this world without being armed. If they got into a mess, she was useless to him. It might get him killed as well if she was not armed. At least with this pike, she must get close to him before killing him with it. With a gun, she could stand wherever the hell she wanted and put a double tap through his skull. It was the lesser of two evils and he decided to trust her again with the axe. It was buried underneath everything else but once it was recovered, he tossed the weapon across the air and did not say a word about it. Shane was too busy wondering if this would bite him in the ass during a later event.
Around the vehicles, the pair agreed that the pickup truck was in the best shape out of the other machines. While Charlie prepared the siphoning tools, Shane opened each remaining vehicle to collect other supplies that were inside. The gunshots attracted a few walkers, but it was nothing Shane was unable to handle with his knife and patience. He finished searching the last vehicle right after the truck started humming. Damn, she was skilled at more than just killing. It made him wondered even more what she had done in the past world. Soon, everything was loaded into the truck. It was an extended cab so there was enough room inside the cab that not much was put on the truck other than the full gas cans. Once he settled into the passenger seat, Shane took one glance at Charlie but did not make any comment. Instead, he relaxed against the seat and watched the world pass through the window. They escaped at a perfect time. Walkers were piling into the camp now and it might have gotten ugly if they stayed longer.
It appeared Charlie took the scenic route, leading them to an undisclosed location deep in the woods. Upon arriving at the cabin, Shane noticed all the traps and defenses set up around the location. It almost made Shane chuckle out loud, but it was stifled. This woman was not fucking around. He wondered how in the hell anyone managed to capture her. She seemed so careful and skilled. After the truck stopped, Shane almost wondered if he should watch where he stepped because of all the traps littering the perimeter. It took multiple trips before Shane brought in all the bags and gas cans but soon the room beside the front door was full of their mixed supplies. Satisfied, he closed the door behind him and noticed a generator. It appeared to be functioning and lowly humming. Did that mean she had running water and electricity? There was only one way to find out if it was truly working. A shower sounded nice about now. Covered in sweat and blood was commonplace, but it did not mean he liked it.
Entering the living room, Shane noticed how Charlie was showing off her ass. It was ironic because Shane had always been more of an ass guy than a tits guy. He appreciated a firm backside. This was the only thought in his mind as Charlie played hard to get with the whiskey, but it did not last long because Shane stepped towards her quickly: one hand gripped the bottle and the other hand reached behind of her and gripped her ass. Smirking, Shane’s hand was just underneath hers as he pulled the bottle to his lips. Those fingers of his dug into her ass against the material of her jeans but he soon released both after the first sip of whiskey. All he did after that was offer the woman a knowing smirk and wink. Yeah, he could not wait until he was fucking this woman. It could not happen soon enough. “I suppose I’ll check out your showers. It’s been quite some time since I had one.” Sure, the Greene Family Farm had running water and generators but he had not been allowed inside for quite some time. Hershel and Shane did not exactly get along. After finding out there were walkers in the barn, Shane tore the old man a new one and that did not sit well.
Finding the bathroom himself, Shane did nothing but strip nude in front of the mirror not even bothering to close the door. He was a confident man. If Charlie wanted to look, she should. There was nothing he felt embarrassed about. With his looks and the size between his legs, how could he feel embarrassed? When he was finally ready to jump into the shower after the water was nice and warm, he did just that. Shane was going to change back into the same clothes since there was no such thing as a clean set of clothes these days. Everything was stained, ripped, or torn and covered in blood. He used the soap to wash through his body and he used the shampoo to wash through his hair a few times. The male tried to not spend too long in the shower so he cut the water off once it had gone on long enough. At this time, Shane pulled the curtain open and started to dry himself off – the door still wide open. The next object of his business was figuring where he was staying tonight. He sure as hell was not sleeping on a couch. If there was only one bedroom, Charlie better get used to sleeping on the same bed or taking the couch herself.
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| XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX | xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx | MAGGIE ○ GREENE xxxxxxxx The second bandana was almost like another nozzle of anticipation and lust wrapped in one, being turned on. From the very moment Maggie's bright green eyes came in contact with his fingers beginning their famous roll of the material, she knew what was coming, and her toes curled with the idea of being completely helpless and at Jacob's mercy. If it'd been possible, the woman would've had her lower lip fastened between her teeth in a stern bite in order to try and contain her arousal; instead, her lips struggled against the gag's restriction, a muffled groan pushing into the fabric. Shifting ever so slightly into his hands as he cupped the second bandana over her eyes, Maggie's body quivered as every sight before her vanished behind the dark concealer of the material. It left her body in a more heightened sense, eager to feel every little subtle touch that was going to come her way; already, goosebumps had began to liter her skin, showing just how excited her anticipation had risen. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx“I was going to stop here, but I think I might add something else to keep you a little more restrained.” Immediately upon hearing this, Maggie's body shifted in slight protest, her heartbeat already skyrocketing compared to the pace she'd felt in his absence. But the way her vocal chords released against the gag in a pleasurable moan betrayed her actual feelings to his further addition, arching up into the kiss. The way his hands controlled her own had the woman's body shifting against the restraints that prevented her from breaking free, and continuing her exploration of his body. The muffling noises that grew louder as her fingertips were dragged lower on Jake's abdomen were enough to sound her enjoyment for the ability to feel him, her nails etching against his skin everywhere he allowed. Her fingertips were so close to encircling his throbbing erection when Jake parted from the bed, causing a sexually frustrated breath to huff from her nostrils in response, her fingertips dancing in the air at his departure; clearly eager to feel his skin once more. Once he returned, however, he clearly had other plans as his hands found her ankles, pulling her feet more securely together. An ebbed coo pushed into the material of the gag as she felt Jake's strong fingers begin to work the bondage rope around her ankles, putting up a slight 'fake' struggle, but not enough to make his job hard on him. The moment he pressed his first kiss to the sole of her foot, Maggie's back was arched off the mattress as well as the restrictions of her bondage would allow. An immense groan worked into the gag, only barely silenced by its muffle at her slight surprise. Without her sight, it was much harder for the woman to gauge what exactly was going to happen before it did, leaving her body completely helpless to Jacob's touches and sensations. Even a flash of hot breath against her skin right now would cause her body to quiver from the attention. It helped that it'd been so long since she'd felt the warmth of his body against her own, let alone the way he made her feel when he was in control. It amplified every single thing that he did to her, and by the time her soul mate had started to give his attention to her individual toes, her chest was already heaving from how worked up he'd made her breathing. A gentle flush had started to work over her cheeks, caused by the sensations he was currently rocketing through her nerves, and every shift of his tongue caused an involuntary groan to erupt. At his words, her head nodded eagerly to the idea of pulling her flip flops back out - she'd always loved the idea of being able to secretly tease and get him going, and wearing flip flops were an easy way to begin that kind of encounter. The last rope he introduced only had Maggie's toes wiggling to further entice him after he'd restrained her biggest ones, shifting her littler ones to try and tease him, knowing her actions were limited with her in this current position. When Jake was finished, and he relaxed her legs in the position he wanted, Maggie was more than eager to curl her feet as well as she could against his pulsating manhood. The restraints of her feet didn't give her much 'wiggle' room to work with, but that had never stopped the twenty two year old from finding ways to work within their restrictions to pleasure him. The woman's legs straightened as much as they could, applying further pressure to the soles of her feet against his member, her heels slowly rotating into his balls in unison, knowing the rope wouldn't give her enough slack to individually rotate them. His words caused a bit of a smirk to pull through the hold the gag had against Maggie's lips briefly, loving hearing how much he enjoyed watching her struggle underneath him. If there was one thing in this world, Maggie absolutely loved the idea of appearing helpless and completely at his whim - his personal prize. Never before had Maggie ever enjoyed the feeling of helplessness in any other situation, but the moment Jake tied that gag over her lips, she'd melt in a matter of seconds into a ball of lustful silly puddy. Tilting her head away from his lips, Maggie instantly sucked herself back into the role of helpless kidnappee, trying to keep her neck's sweet spots away from his enticing mouth. Her hands struggled within their tied position, fighting against each other to work some room within the ropes coils, and in the process, was trying to work her arms above her head from between them. The moment she got them above, her fingers gripped against her headboard, only adding to the simulation underneath Jake's body. Muffled pleas were muttered at first, until his hands found her breasts, and her voice grew in tone, body twisting in an attempt to 'escape' his fingertips (although her struggle only further added pressure to his groping). "P-lease!" she finally voiced coherently against the gag, feet curving harder against his thrusts. "I'll do anything you w-ant.." Wiggling underneath his teasing, Maggie's flush only further grew in its rosy colour, her breathing increasing between her stammers of pleas and calls for help - for anyone to rescue her from this overbearing man. Despite her begging, of course, Maggie's feet continued their teasing against his length, taking every advantage he was willing to give her currently to tease and entice his lust to further amplify from its current state. Every wiggle was accentuated on purpose; every breath released drawn out to let him hear her working up her struggle underneath him; Maggie wanted him withering from the subtle actions of her feet, and pining for more from her body's play into his fantasy. If his hands were to do some exploring downward, it'd be more than obvious that it wasn't just Jake's fantasy anymore to be tied and bound underneath him; the gathering of juices between her legs was a sure sign of that. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx CHARLOTTE ○ ARCHER xxxxxxxx Careful was definitely something that Charlie liked the idea of being thought of. As much as she tried to look out for herself, reckless abandon wasn't too far behind the girl's general pattern of behavior. For example; how she'd ended up in that encampment in the first place was due to that roaring dangerous streak that ebbed now and then. Weeks had gone by without an incident in sight; no injuries, no hungry days, no immovable obstacles. That should've been Charlie's sign right there to haul ass, and leave everyone else to their business. Naturally, that's not what happened. It had been a few days prior, at least two nights, when Charlie had turned down a back path on the outskirts Atlanta, scouting for more cabin spaces, or national camping parks. A car was pulled over on the side of the road, engine smoking, with two of the three females from the group standing outside the propped up hood, appearing to bicker back and forth. At first, the thought of stopping the motorcycle that Charlie had done really well to take care of since she'd looted it was no where in sight - not until she noticed a car seat at one of their feet; a car seat that presumably had a toddler locked within it. Once her hazel orbs caught sight of that, it was harder to resist turning back around in an attempt to help. Only to get the butt-end of a rifle smacked into the bridge of her nose a few minutes later from a man who'd been waiting in ambush. First and only time Charlie was ever going to stop and help someone out, no matter the overall situation. Fool her once, shame on you - fool her twice? That wasn't an option. As she offered the whiskey, but maintained a strong sense of 'if you want it, you're coming to get it' about it, a slightly amused smirk pulled at the corner of her lips as he took her by surprise. Forwardly, he stepped towards her, snaking an arm to grip her ass while Shane's opposite hand gripped against the bottle, directing the mouth's nozzle to his lips. Watching him take his sip, she was grateful he was quick to release the bottle back to her, lifting it back up to her own mouth as he made his next course of action apparent. There was no disappointment on her face as he announced he was going to go utilize "her" shower, and watched him break away from their pressed-body stance with a bit of a grin. Most men would've jumped at the chance to turn that subtle ass-grab into a more intimate situation, but Charlie knew better than that - Shane wasn't like most men. He knew he was entitled to something from her.. there was no need to rush it. Watching intently as he broke away and found the bathroom, the only room with a door (the only bedroom being partially split off from the main cabin with just a half-wall, leaving the concept open), Charlie didn't shy away from watching him relieve his body of its clothes. If he wasn't modest enough to close the damn door, why should she act modest enough to not look? It wasn't until he was fastened in the shower that Charlie began to unpack some of the things they had brought back to the cabin - it was more than obvious that they'd be staying there for at least a little bit, so having everything put in its spot was better than leaving it in bags they could refill on later supply runs. However, before she got too caught up in emptying the bags, Charlotte turned her attention to the bag of clothes she had with her; some leftover from before the outbreak, and a few pieces of clothing that she'd been able to pick up along the way. Fishing out a black thong and a baggy tee that came to rest just below her hips, the twenty four year old changed from the ratty clothes she'd been stuck in for the past several days, gathering dust, dirt, and blood. Tossing the discarded clothes aside in the corner, figuring she'd wash them eventually, Charlie hung her bra up on one of the foot board's arms, and set the pair of panties shed been wearing with the dirty pile. Sliding the thong up her pale legs, she fastened the material and moved on to pull the gray tee over her head. The material was baggy enough to leave her upper body to the imagination, but her lower half was definitely beyond exposed - not that the redhead cared. Once dressed, bags sorted out into the kitchen, and wash clothe later, Charlie returned to her whiskey bottle, and carried her faithful companion to the bed. On the nightstand beside the side that the woman generally slept on was a handgun that the woman had disassembled a few days before, having every intent on coming home from her scouting trip to finish cleaning it. With her sudden abduction, she hadn't been able to finish cleaning and reassemble it. Now, with a show before her - Shane still memorized within the warmth of the shower - and her favourite beverage, Charlie propped herself up against the headboard and set to work on finishing her task. There was little worry about Shane seeing the gun in its pieces, the ammunition being secured farther out of reach, and it was impossible to assemble the gun in a manner that would be able to take him by surprise. Shane would hear the clicks of every individual compartment coming together before Charlie'd be able to assemble the weapon and do anything of use with it. When the male did finally turn the shower off, her attention lifted from cleaning the barrel, hazel eyes curiously looking over what she could see through the opened doorway. When he emerged into the main portion of the cabin, her head tilted slightly, uncaring that it was more than obvious that her eyes were sucking in every curve of his muscles. "You don't get that fit without a reason," she commented eventually, putting the barrel down briefly to reach for the whiskey bottle at her side. Sipping back a mouthful, she narrowed her gaze at him. "What the fuck were you before all this started, anyway?" Probably not the most subtle way to ask about someone's occupation, but there were enough signs already shown to her that Shane hadn't been a typical guy before all this started. There had to be a reason behind his survival - one that peaked her interest quite a bit to learn. | xxxxxxxxxxxxxx | XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX |
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It meant the world to Jacob that Maggie now had the same fantasy. It started off as just Jake’s fantasy but that quickly changed after a few sessions. Now? Jake half-wondered if Maggie enjoyed this more than him. Honestly, Jake figured their desires for bondage were about the same in intensity. Watching Maggie squirm and struggle just like she was his captive turned Jake on so much. In her eyes, though, Jake could see the love bursting through in her eyes beyond the fake fear. The same look in his eyes was present as well. It did not matter what Jake said or what Jake did when they roleplayed in the bedroom – Jake loved Maggie and it was obvious. Not even bothering to control his moans, Jake leaned backwards to start groaning out in pure euphoria. When the time was combined with his last leave and the outbreak of the apocalypse – Jake had been away from her so long. The smallest touches made him feel like he was teetering over the edge. Jake suddenly reached down and wrapped both hands around her bound ankles to hold her feet still. He pressed the head of his girth into the sole of her left foot. It was so sensitive for him, of course, so he just dragged the tip up and down from underneath her toes down to the heel of her foot.
This drew another loud moan from his mouth, his teeth capturing his lower lip. Jake loved every inch of Maggie – her feet included even if that turned most people off. It had the opposite effect on Jake. After playing with her left foot, Jake decided to change his attention onto her right foot. The same process was repeated, dragging the most sensitive part of his cock against the entire sole – straight down in a line. At one point, he just pressed his cock down against the sole of her feet so that it was flush against the sole. The entire girth was now against Maggie’s foot, not just the tip. “I love you so much. I love having you bound and gagged. Your feet are so cute. I love your toes tied together. I love having you bound and gagged. I love you so much. I missed you. I’m going to make sure my cock is inside of you every single night.” He growled, making sure that Maggie knew it was a promise, not a threat. Yes, he was breaking character but he just had to give her these compliments. Her body was just too perfect to not compliment.
Pressing his length against her bound feet was fun and gratifying, but it paled in comparison to being back inside of Maggie’s tight, wet pussy. The male was practically drooling at the thought of filling his girlfriend again. There were just so many things that Jake enjoyed doing to the woman. It was impossible to cover everything at once. The male needed to remind himself that they were now reunited forever. Jake would never spend another minute without Maggie by his side. They had all the time in the world to explore new things and they had time to revisit things that would never get old. With the brightest smile on his face, Jake decided he had enough of the captor and captive act. It was fun but he just felt the need to profess his love for the brunette over and over tonight. Jake could never tell those things to her too many times. Never before had Jake gone an entire day without saying those three words multiple times.
“Get ready, Princess. I’m going to fill you right now.” Jake growled lowly, keeping their eyes locked together as he stated this with so much passion and love. Even though her ankles were bound together and that meant her legs were tied together – Jake knew exactly how to create the proper angle needed to reach her entrance. It started by Jake grabbing both of her ankles, pushing her knees towards her chest so her body was folded in half at the waist. Once this was done, Jake moved into a position where he sat upright on his knees, his crotch pressed right up against Maggie. Her cute feet were dangling in front of his face which was a positive as well. It created a crease in between her thighs – an opening just big enough that his cock could fit into and reach her glistening sex. Looking on eagerly, Jake started to kiss her toes again before his hands dropped onto her thighs to keep the woman steady. The tip of his cock was now pressed in between that opening, gently rubbing against her entrance. The feeling already made Jake tingle and have this huge desire to be inside of her – it would not be too much longer before that happened now.
With her feet dangling in front of his lips, Jake could finally not hold back any longer. His lips started to kiss and lick gently on the sole of her feet before pulling back and offering her a smile. With his hands gripping her thigh tightly, Jake decided there had been enough foreplay, enough teasing. He wanted the real thing now. Once he gave Maggie one final nod, he suddenly shoved his thick, throbbing cock inside of the brunette. With the first thrust, he pushed forward as deep into Maggie as he could. Already, with only one thrust, Jake managed to push the head of his cock against her cervix. Since they had sex so many times, Jake knew exactly where her g-spot was located, he knew exactly where to aim to rub every inch of her sensitive spots. This was easy to pleasure Maggie and Jake exploited all advantages he had. With a loud moan, his head tilted backwards after the first thrust as Jake pulled his hips backwards almost entirely out of her pussy before stopping at the entrance where only the tip was still inside of the brunette before using this as power and leverage to roughly slam forward into her again.
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When Shane undressed, he noticed how Charlie gawked at his body. The open door was an open invitation – one that Shane was grateful that Charlie accepted. This would just show her a piece of what was coming to her later that night. Having never been bashful or shy about anything, his body especially, the male knew this sight should only entice the woman even more. There was a nagging thought in his mind, however. It would not go away. Could he trust her? Not even an hour ago, Shane had threatened to shoot her and kill her. Even though Charlie managed to bargain herself out of the situation, did that mean she would hold true to her promise? There was nothing keeping her bound to that assurance Shane had been given. For all he knew, she might walk into the bathroom while he showered and stab him. The guns were now up for grabs in his bags. Shane quickly regretted leaving everything out, but he trusted her for some reason. It did not make sense. If the roles were reversed, Shane would have taken Charlie out of the picture the second her guard was down. Since they were similar, it seemed like that anyways, he kept an open mind and a clear head.
The shower quickly ended with Shane thinking about his next move. There was no secret about the direction of his night with the redheaded woman. Shane knew exactly where things were going. Even if there was no guarantee, he somehow believed this was not a position he should worry about. Instead of getting dressed in those clothes again, Shane decided to continue acting bold. The only thing he pulled back onto his body was the pair of dark blue boxers over his hips. The rest of his clothing was just tossed outside the door of the bathroom where he could grab them the next time he left this cabin. Since he was only clad in his underwear now, his entire chiseled body was revealed. Shane had no qualm with this because showing off for Charlie was something he enjoyed so far. Shane knew not many guys could flaunt the same body he could and there was no reason for him to hide it or act shy about it – especially not now. With a confident smirk and a matching stride, the former officer entered into the one bedroom where he spotted Charlie already in a position that he enjoyed.
There was a long, baggy shirt on the upper half of her body. The lower half? It was all but exposed. She had long, toned legs that Shane found quite attractive. The male saw the bra hanging on the bed so he was eager to get that shirt removed. He could not quite see the thong yet but that would be something else Shane enjoyed seeing. Standing in the doorway, the young man just kept still for a brief moment, showing off for the woman again, letting her see what she could have here soon enough. Before approaching, Shane listened to each word she spoke. It only boosted his confidence when she complimented him and then asked him what he did before the apocalypse. Considering the way he acted, Shane thought Charlie might find it odd that he used to be an officer of the law. One would think an officer would uphold higher morals than Shane even in crisis, but this kind of crisis changed a man. It did not matter what he used to do back before the world ended. That hardly mattered anymore but Shane was happy to tell her.
Ignoring the fact that she was cleaning a gun, Shane decided to respond. “Well, I guess it started in high school. I played football so I always kept myself in good shape. After that, I worked as a police officer ever since I was twenty. Chasin’ down bad guys and hittin’ the weight room kept me in good shape. I can tell that you like what you see. I happen to like what I see as well. What about you? How does a woman keep herself looking this fine?” She was clearly active in some way and that made Shane curious. More than anything, he wanted to see how toned she looked underneath that shirt. While giving the woman a chance to respond, Shane approached the bed and decided to sit down beside of her. He reached into her hands to remove the cleaning kit and the gun parts that she was cleaning. Although it should have troubled him to see Charlie handling a gun, he continued to ignore it. That did not bother him. Shane still did not feel threatened by this woman for whatever reason that he could not quite place. She was unassuming enough so far.
Careful not to get too comfortable, Shane decided to jump right down into business. His right hand snaked up underneath her shirt and his fingertips rubbed against her toned abdomen. “Whatever it is, I’m interested to see what you have under this shirt.” It was at this point when Shane spotted the thong over her hips. A smirk grew onto his face while one finger hooked into the waistband, playfully pulling the string and letting it slap back into her hips. “I bet you didn’t wear this earlier today. You must be plannin’ something special.” Even though she had not said anything yet, Shane figured she was looking forward to their arrangement. He had this hunch she suggested this as a compromise not just to save her own skin, but maybe because she might enjoy this as well. Besides, Shane would not be the only person receiving pleasure here anyways. To say that Shane knew his way around a woman’s body was an understatement. Since she was the one here that had suggested an adventure in the bedroom, Shane might let her lead for the moment but he doubted that would last long. For now, Shane was just playing it all by ear.
This drew another loud moan from his mouth, his teeth capturing his lower lip. Jake loved every inch of Maggie – her feet included even if that turned most people off. It had the opposite effect on Jake. After playing with her left foot, Jake decided to change his attention onto her right foot. The same process was repeated, dragging the most sensitive part of his cock against the entire sole – straight down in a line. At one point, he just pressed his cock down against the sole of her feet so that it was flush against the sole. The entire girth was now against Maggie’s foot, not just the tip. “I love you so much. I love having you bound and gagged. Your feet are so cute. I love your toes tied together. I love having you bound and gagged. I love you so much. I missed you. I’m going to make sure my cock is inside of you every single night.” He growled, making sure that Maggie knew it was a promise, not a threat. Yes, he was breaking character but he just had to give her these compliments. Her body was just too perfect to not compliment.
Pressing his length against her bound feet was fun and gratifying, but it paled in comparison to being back inside of Maggie’s tight, wet pussy. The male was practically drooling at the thought of filling his girlfriend again. There were just so many things that Jake enjoyed doing to the woman. It was impossible to cover everything at once. The male needed to remind himself that they were now reunited forever. Jake would never spend another minute without Maggie by his side. They had all the time in the world to explore new things and they had time to revisit things that would never get old. With the brightest smile on his face, Jake decided he had enough of the captor and captive act. It was fun but he just felt the need to profess his love for the brunette over and over tonight. Jake could never tell those things to her too many times. Never before had Jake gone an entire day without saying those three words multiple times.
“Get ready, Princess. I’m going to fill you right now.” Jake growled lowly, keeping their eyes locked together as he stated this with so much passion and love. Even though her ankles were bound together and that meant her legs were tied together – Jake knew exactly how to create the proper angle needed to reach her entrance. It started by Jake grabbing both of her ankles, pushing her knees towards her chest so her body was folded in half at the waist. Once this was done, Jake moved into a position where he sat upright on his knees, his crotch pressed right up against Maggie. Her cute feet were dangling in front of his face which was a positive as well. It created a crease in between her thighs – an opening just big enough that his cock could fit into and reach her glistening sex. Looking on eagerly, Jake started to kiss her toes again before his hands dropped onto her thighs to keep the woman steady. The tip of his cock was now pressed in between that opening, gently rubbing against her entrance. The feeling already made Jake tingle and have this huge desire to be inside of her – it would not be too much longer before that happened now.
With her feet dangling in front of his lips, Jake could finally not hold back any longer. His lips started to kiss and lick gently on the sole of her feet before pulling back and offering her a smile. With his hands gripping her thigh tightly, Jake decided there had been enough foreplay, enough teasing. He wanted the real thing now. Once he gave Maggie one final nod, he suddenly shoved his thick, throbbing cock inside of the brunette. With the first thrust, he pushed forward as deep into Maggie as he could. Already, with only one thrust, Jake managed to push the head of his cock against her cervix. Since they had sex so many times, Jake knew exactly where her g-spot was located, he knew exactly where to aim to rub every inch of her sensitive spots. This was easy to pleasure Maggie and Jake exploited all advantages he had. With a loud moan, his head tilted backwards after the first thrust as Jake pulled his hips backwards almost entirely out of her pussy before stopping at the entrance where only the tip was still inside of the brunette before using this as power and leverage to roughly slam forward into her again.
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When Shane undressed, he noticed how Charlie gawked at his body. The open door was an open invitation – one that Shane was grateful that Charlie accepted. This would just show her a piece of what was coming to her later that night. Having never been bashful or shy about anything, his body especially, the male knew this sight should only entice the woman even more. There was a nagging thought in his mind, however. It would not go away. Could he trust her? Not even an hour ago, Shane had threatened to shoot her and kill her. Even though Charlie managed to bargain herself out of the situation, did that mean she would hold true to her promise? There was nothing keeping her bound to that assurance Shane had been given. For all he knew, she might walk into the bathroom while he showered and stab him. The guns were now up for grabs in his bags. Shane quickly regretted leaving everything out, but he trusted her for some reason. It did not make sense. If the roles were reversed, Shane would have taken Charlie out of the picture the second her guard was down. Since they were similar, it seemed like that anyways, he kept an open mind and a clear head.
The shower quickly ended with Shane thinking about his next move. There was no secret about the direction of his night with the redheaded woman. Shane knew exactly where things were going. Even if there was no guarantee, he somehow believed this was not a position he should worry about. Instead of getting dressed in those clothes again, Shane decided to continue acting bold. The only thing he pulled back onto his body was the pair of dark blue boxers over his hips. The rest of his clothing was just tossed outside the door of the bathroom where he could grab them the next time he left this cabin. Since he was only clad in his underwear now, his entire chiseled body was revealed. Shane had no qualm with this because showing off for Charlie was something he enjoyed so far. Shane knew not many guys could flaunt the same body he could and there was no reason for him to hide it or act shy about it – especially not now. With a confident smirk and a matching stride, the former officer entered into the one bedroom where he spotted Charlie already in a position that he enjoyed.
There was a long, baggy shirt on the upper half of her body. The lower half? It was all but exposed. She had long, toned legs that Shane found quite attractive. The male saw the bra hanging on the bed so he was eager to get that shirt removed. He could not quite see the thong yet but that would be something else Shane enjoyed seeing. Standing in the doorway, the young man just kept still for a brief moment, showing off for the woman again, letting her see what she could have here soon enough. Before approaching, Shane listened to each word she spoke. It only boosted his confidence when she complimented him and then asked him what he did before the apocalypse. Considering the way he acted, Shane thought Charlie might find it odd that he used to be an officer of the law. One would think an officer would uphold higher morals than Shane even in crisis, but this kind of crisis changed a man. It did not matter what he used to do back before the world ended. That hardly mattered anymore but Shane was happy to tell her.
Ignoring the fact that she was cleaning a gun, Shane decided to respond. “Well, I guess it started in high school. I played football so I always kept myself in good shape. After that, I worked as a police officer ever since I was twenty. Chasin’ down bad guys and hittin’ the weight room kept me in good shape. I can tell that you like what you see. I happen to like what I see as well. What about you? How does a woman keep herself looking this fine?” She was clearly active in some way and that made Shane curious. More than anything, he wanted to see how toned she looked underneath that shirt. While giving the woman a chance to respond, Shane approached the bed and decided to sit down beside of her. He reached into her hands to remove the cleaning kit and the gun parts that she was cleaning. Although it should have troubled him to see Charlie handling a gun, he continued to ignore it. That did not bother him. Shane still did not feel threatened by this woman for whatever reason that he could not quite place. She was unassuming enough so far.
Careful not to get too comfortable, Shane decided to jump right down into business. His right hand snaked up underneath her shirt and his fingertips rubbed against her toned abdomen. “Whatever it is, I’m interested to see what you have under this shirt.” It was at this point when Shane spotted the thong over her hips. A smirk grew onto his face while one finger hooked into the waistband, playfully pulling the string and letting it slap back into her hips. “I bet you didn’t wear this earlier today. You must be plannin’ something special.” Even though she had not said anything yet, Shane figured she was looking forward to their arrangement. He had this hunch she suggested this as a compromise not just to save her own skin, but maybe because she might enjoy this as well. Besides, Shane would not be the only person receiving pleasure here anyways. To say that Shane knew his way around a woman’s body was an understatement. Since she was the one here that had suggested an adventure in the bedroom, Shane might let her lead for the moment but he doubted that would last long. For now, Shane was just playing it all by ear.
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| XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX | xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx | MAGGIE ○ GREENE xxxxxxxx To have their room once again filling with their sounds had Maggie's senses on a peaked awareness; every breath of hot air that escaped through Jake's nose or mouth was tuned into; every burst of air that smothered over her warm body continued the chills Jacob was already sending throughout her body; even the slightest of touches was amplified, making Maggie struggle against the gag, wanting to voice her moans as loud as she could to her lover. It wasn't until Jake gripped her ankles, forcing her feet to remain still, and started to ease the tip of his erection over the sole of her foot that Maggie's breathing heightened even further, her toes attempting to curl through the restraints, to apply more pressure into his member. It'd been way too long since she'd had the pleasure of feeling his soft, smooth skin against the base of her feet, and the pressure had her squirming underneath him. It was beyond teasing to the woman now, to have her feet played with or caressed by her handsome man - at this point, Maggie was sure she'd find him rubbing her arm to be sexy, she was so infatuated with him and everything he did. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxWith her attempting to work against his pressure against her feet, wanting to feel his sensitive tip along every inch of her feet, Maggie was silly puddy in his hands the moment he broke his lips to speak to her. The gag tightened within her mouth as she gripped it, physically showing her delight in hearing such powerful words being spoken to her, no matter if it was a form of breaking his character. His voice, let alone the words he spoke, were enough to nearly send the twenty two year old into a fit of want. At his promise and ending growl, the sound that erupted from Maggie, and through the gag, could only be descried as lustful anticipation. Visibly, her thighs quivered slightly at the thought of Jake pounding into her every night, her breathing growing more rapid within their restraints. “Get ready, Princess. I’m going to fill you right now.” The look that took hold of Maggie's green orbs the moment he said that was a mix of pure joy, and want. The farmhand wasn't sure how much longer her body could withstand under his teasing shifts; just having Jake this close to her, naked, and ready to go, was enough to nearly drive her over the edge of patience. But somehow, Maggie managed to hold onto herself (as though the restraints didn't have a hand in that, as well) and remain as cam as she possibly could. Admittedly, the moment Jake gripped her ankles and shifted her legs, bending her knees in order to shift her into one of her favourite positions when their bondage was in play, the noise that came out of Maggie had to be stifled out of fear that someone would hear it, and think something was wrong. Eagerly, her eyes watched as he positioned himself between her legs, the brush of his head causing her to immediately jolt her hips from the sensation, masking most of the sensations his lips were directing to her feet. The thickness of her arousal was beyond measurable, and the moment Jake bucked himself abruptly forward into her waiting canal, Maggie's body arched as much as the ropes would allow her to contort into. The cry of sheer pleasure that erupted from the back of her mouth wasn't stopped at all by the gag, barely muffled in fact, due to its strength. With her eyes clenching due to the sudden penetration, her breathing immediately thrown off balance, Maggie's hips quivered under the weight of her lover's waist. It wasn't until he withdrew, nearly all the way, that her eyelids quickly slammed open, giving him an alarming look - thinking he was going to retreat already. Jacob had other plans, bucking his hips back into her, causing her face to twist in pleasure from the surprise. "G-God!" she cried into the gag, barely able to regain her breath between moans. The woman's eyes attempted to glance between the two of them, the sight before her only adding to the euphoria within her head as he stretched her walls. "Ja-cob! Godyes.. yes!" xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx CHARLOTTE ○ ARCHER xxxxxxxx The confidence, or arrogance (Charlie couldn't figure out just which one quite yet) that flowed off Shane's body was enough to cause her to have to purposely hide a smirk. The way he sauntered out of the bathroom in nothing but a pair of boxers was more than interesting; and the redhead wasn't complaining about the view, either. But it made it rather clear where his mind was floating, and the intentions that he most likely had rolling up his sleeves. Not that she was all that surprised - if she'd been in his situation, and had come out to the only bed being occupied by a nearly naked woman, she probably would've tried to kick start something as well. Charlotte couldn't blame him, not when she'd left such a delicious sight in front of him to soak up. The answer she received to her question wasn't exactly what Charlie had been anticipating to hear; he'd grown up playing sports, and then got into a career with law enforcement. Seriously? Her lips pursed together in thought for a moment, about to bring up the fact that he'd been ready to even kill her in cold blood, when his words slipped the conversation from being directed on him, to her. "Freelance merc, for the most part. But I took dirty jobs no one else wanted when the price was right." He took a seat after he asked his question, inflicting the same curiosity she'd expressed to him; although, a part of Charlie told her that was less interested in her answer, and more interested in finally getting a good sense of what her skin felt like against his. The proximity of his body definitely had shivers coiling over her body, and the moment he leaned forward to take the gun she'd been cleaning to set it aside, the exhale that left Charlie's lips was infused with arousal. It'd been so long since she'd had the pleasure of sharing her bed with another individual, long enough to make the simplest of touches from Shane to cause a slight groan to slip from her lips; the moment his hand dipped underneath her shirt and grazed her skin, goosebumps had fluttered over every inch of her skin, and her body twitched into his palm. Biting her lower lip, Charlie's hazel orbs momentarily clenched as his fingers found the waistband of her thong, releasing a soft gasp at the bite of it snapping back into her skin. Admittedly, the redhead wasn't impressed with how badly her body was betraying her; it didn't matter how she mentally felt about this guy - the fact that he was almost completely naked, tough as nails, and right in front of her had Charlie's entire body going off with an ignited arousal. "What, you think the world ends and women stop wearing sexy underwear?" she asked, a bit of a smirk pulling at her lips, though the arousal and the obvious notion that Shane's assumption was right was clearly displayed. It had definitely been an article of clothing she'd purposely put on, just for him.. Quickly setting the bottle aside on the nightstand, Charlie's next movements were extremely quick. One hand shifted to grip Shane's wrist that had disappeared under her shirt, giving it a fierce tug at the same time her opposite hand went to his shoulder. Using the momentum of her tug, and the training that was deeply embedded in her muscle memory, Charlie forced Shane to take her place on the bed, shoving his back to the propped up section of pillows. Quick to straddle his waist, Charlotte's hips wasted no time in getting further acquainted with his own, grinding against his growing bulge as her fingers caught the hem of her shirt. As her hips rotated into his own, working his blood into his dick, Charlie pulled the material of the baggy shirt up and over her head, tossing it aside to expose her breasts, complete with a barbell through either nipple. With the material now gone, she shifted in order to give him a better view, considering he'd expressed how badly he'd wanted to see how 'toned' she was underneath it. Biting her lower lip, the moment was short lived before Charlie started to descend down his chest, lips heavily leaving a trail behind of nips and rough bites, until reaching his waistline. Tugging the material of the boxers down, Charlie made quick work to get rid of them, exposing the rest of Shane's body to her view. It immediately caused the woman to take a moment, teeth gripping her lower lip in almost shock at first as she gauged him before her face. It'd been even longer since she'd been with someone with such an impressive size to wield.. ".. fuck." She'd have to be really careful with him - if she wasn't, his size could easily cause an uproar to leave her lips, ad the last thing Charlie wanted was to bring any unwanted attention to the cabin because she couldn't keep her moans contained. Gripping the base of his length, Charlie didn't waste any time before her tongue was encircling his head, coaxing more blood to pump into his girth. It wasn't until he was pulsating within her palm that her lips sucked him completely into her mouth, only taking the first few inches to tease him with first. As the twenty four year old's cheeks sucked profusely against the walls of his member, Charlie wiggled her tongue tormentingly around his head. Hoping to get him used to the sensations of her repeating those motions, suddenly her head fell forward, sucking more of his length into the confinements of her mouth. It could become extremely clear as the woman's head began a bobbing rhythm that she wasn't finished with him yet - not as every jerk of her head brought her further down his shaft, until her nose was pressed securely against his pelvis area, unable to inch any more inside. | xxxxxxxxxxxxxx | XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX |
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Jake had no idea how long it had been since they last had sex. However long it was: it felt like a new record. It was clearly not by choice, either. If afforded the opportunity, Jake would make love to Maggie every day, multiple times a day. Recalling a couple Summer vacation trips with friends to the beach, it felt like Jake and Maggie never stopped fucking. From leaving parties early to just staying in their rooms even when their friends went out, they never stopped. Better yet, Jake and Maggie never tired of each other nor did they get bored. Memories were excellent and that was all Jake had for a few months. Those days were over. It was difficult to remind himself that Maggie was here, physically, in the flesh. It was easier to understand it with each thrust, though. Even though the male pulled back as far as possible each time, he always ensured that the head was at least inside of her. Even then, his cock was just so thick that the tip of his member could still fill Maggie well. After each backwards movement, Jake violently thrust back down into her hips once more, slamming that member of his as deep into Maggie as humanly possible.
His balls slapped the bottom of her ass each time. The sound of his hips bone smacking against hers started to fill the room. If Jake had to use words, he would say it sounded like some wet, slapping noise. Whatever it was, Jake found it incredibly arousing. Now moans were falling from his lips. It was interesting to note that even with Maggie gagged, the woman’s moans were sounding much louder than Jake’s. It spoke truth to saying that Maggie could be loud in the bedroom: even while gagged. Of course, that turned on Jake so much more. Even though it was loud, he could still sense the muffled sound at the beginning. Plus, watching her lips part against the gag was sexy as hell, too. “I love you so fucking much, Maggie. I missed you, baby. I’m never letting you out of my sight again. I’m never letting you out of my arms again. From now on, I will either be cuddling with you or fucking you as hard as I can.” After saying this, Jake flashed a charming smirk towards the woman again, hoping to build up her pleasure the same way she was building his.
It felt like Maggie’s pussy was clamping tighter on his cock with each thrust. It almost felt like she was milking every drop of seed from him. When they had sex, it was always organic. In other words, Jake always came either inside of Maggie, or on her somewhere. Condoms were seldom used. Maggie took preventative measures, of course, such as birth control. Even then, they understood the risk but the reward was far greater. Besides, having a family was something they wanted one day anyways. If she happened to grow pregnant, then it was not the worst thing in the world. Jake would rather risk it than use a damn condom. It took away from the feeling, from the sensation. Jake saw it like this: they were in love, they wanted each other forever, and using condoms were unnecessary because this was not just a one-night stand. This was something so greater than that. It would not have felt the same without that physical sensation of releasing his thick, clear cum inside of her accepting womanhood. Jake knew Maggie felt the same way.
While thrusting, his lips remained busy. At first, he made a point to kiss literally every inch of skin against the soles of her feet. Then, Jake started to give affection to her toes, wrapping his lips around them and using his tongue to caress them. The moans were continuous for Jake as he felt his breathing get heavier and faster. “Oh, Princess. I’m getting so close already. You’re going to make me cum all inside of you. I’m going to fill you with all of my semen, babe. I know you practically lived of it, anyways.” Smirking at the last statement, Jake always appreciated how badly Maggie was always in need of his semen. Even the most mundane events could turn sexual and she was only seconds away from feeling her boyfriend’s release.
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Nobody ever accused Shane of being humble. Many considered him arrogant. Some things never changed. Shane knew he had a body to die for and he knew that he could win Charlotte over for a night of fun. If this partnership lasted a long time, perhaps he could use her for many nights of fun. Obviously, Shane did not want an emotional attachment with Charlie. So far, it did not appear like she was the kind of woman that was looking for anything emotionally attached either. It was the perfect partnership in Shane’s opinion. It made him quite confident in the next minute. They were both likely focused on the pleasure in that moment and nothing else. If Charlie thought he was full of surprises, Shane was absolutely shocked at her admission about the life she had before. Honestly, he assumed something like law enforcement as well. What if she was a military woman? It was possible. Instead, the woman answered that she was a freelance merc. A mercenary? Was she serious? Shane almost waited for a punchline but one never came. She had this serious look on her face and Shane did not think she was lying. He could spot a liar, easily.
“A freelance mercenary, huh? I didn’t think so when I first saw ya. I thought you might have worked at an animal shelter or something.” Chuckling to himself, Shane had the opposite point of view on Charlie when they first met. In that shed, she looked like shit. The woman looked like she was soft and unable to take care of herself. Damn. First appearances were deceiving. Shane did well to take her seriously and not fuck around with her. In that moment, Shane realized that taking the guns from her did not help enormously. She could probably kill him in a plethora of ways. Just that thought made Shane want to chuckle again. It made him intrigued in her even more. Besides, who did not like a badass woman? It just made her more attractive to him. Plus, it gave him a challenge. The challenge was trying to contain this woman, to keep her under control in the bedroom. She looked to be wild and rowdy and not easily tamed. It would be fun and he looked forward to it – she had a perfect body from what he could see this far. Shane felt like he hit the jackpot.
The teasing kept everything interesting. Shane was not a moron: he knew good and well she was saving that underwear for a moment such as this. Regardless, she looked sexy as hell. Shane hoped this was a recurring theme. What guy did not like it when a beautiful woman dressed up for him? If she was prepared for something like this with her underwear, Shane wondered what other preparations she made. This could get interesting. Shane appreciated the way her body was reacting. She might try to hold up that badass, unaffected façade but Shane knew better. His skill with women far exceeded the average man. He had the utmost confidence in himself even with a badass like Charlie. It caught Shane by surprised when she flipped their positions but it should not have. It made him smirk as there was nothing wrong with a gorgeous woman straddling his hips like this. The grinding she did made the male moan out rather loudly. Usually, he would worry about being quiet but that was no longer a problem. Nobody else was around and Shane was not hiding anything anymore. It made him feel like the decision he made to leave the farm was the best he could have made.
Distracted, Shane closed his eyes. Who could blame him? It was difficult to pay attention with a beautiful woman on his hips, grinding against the growing bulge of his boxers. It nearly made him miss the gorgeous sight he found upon reopening his eyes. Halfway through removing the shirt, Shane caught Charlie in the act. When she tossed the shirt away, he felt breathless. The nipple piercing was not something he would have expected from her (but he sure as hell was not complaining). “Damn. As if my night couldn’t get no better… I always had a thing for a chick with a nipple piercing.” It was obvious and genuine as his hands immediately reached upwards, squeezing her breasts firmly. Although he was interested in exploring the rest of her body, it was nearly impossible to shift attention elsewhere. Instead, Shane focused on how her breasts looked and how they felt cupped in his palms. Just as quickly as she appeared, though, she was gone. Down his body, he watched Charlie crawl. When she finally removed his boxers, this arrogant, sly smirk was on his face (and if Charlie thought he looked smug before, well, only imagine how it looked now after seeing her reaction to his cock).
Within seconds, Shane felt Charlie’s hand wrap around the base of his cock while her lips wrapped around the head. This was unexpected. Shane did not think Charlie would have been so kind to offer him pleasure alone to begin with. Nonetheless, he grew erect quickly and released a quiet moan from the back of his throat. Typically, Shane was much quieter during sex so it was quite the accomplishment when this woman already drew such a hazy, pleasure-filled reaction. Yet another moan left his lips when her mouth wrapped almost entirely around his cock. She was showing something that was quite impressive. Not many women can do this – through what he had seen. His eyes went wide as her nose pressed against his pelvis and Shane nearly lost it. Louder moans than before were leaving his mouth along with a string of curse words and incomprehensible sounds that not even Shane could explain. “Oh… holy fucking shit. You’re a fucking… goddess… oh… fuck.” Shane murmured as his head tilted back, his entire body sinking into the bed. A major throbbing sensation was felt all down every inch of his manhood, threatening to bring Shane to the quickest orgasm of his life.
His balls slapped the bottom of her ass each time. The sound of his hips bone smacking against hers started to fill the room. If Jake had to use words, he would say it sounded like some wet, slapping noise. Whatever it was, Jake found it incredibly arousing. Now moans were falling from his lips. It was interesting to note that even with Maggie gagged, the woman’s moans were sounding much louder than Jake’s. It spoke truth to saying that Maggie could be loud in the bedroom: even while gagged. Of course, that turned on Jake so much more. Even though it was loud, he could still sense the muffled sound at the beginning. Plus, watching her lips part against the gag was sexy as hell, too. “I love you so fucking much, Maggie. I missed you, baby. I’m never letting you out of my sight again. I’m never letting you out of my arms again. From now on, I will either be cuddling with you or fucking you as hard as I can.” After saying this, Jake flashed a charming smirk towards the woman again, hoping to build up her pleasure the same way she was building his.
It felt like Maggie’s pussy was clamping tighter on his cock with each thrust. It almost felt like she was milking every drop of seed from him. When they had sex, it was always organic. In other words, Jake always came either inside of Maggie, or on her somewhere. Condoms were seldom used. Maggie took preventative measures, of course, such as birth control. Even then, they understood the risk but the reward was far greater. Besides, having a family was something they wanted one day anyways. If she happened to grow pregnant, then it was not the worst thing in the world. Jake would rather risk it than use a damn condom. It took away from the feeling, from the sensation. Jake saw it like this: they were in love, they wanted each other forever, and using condoms were unnecessary because this was not just a one-night stand. This was something so greater than that. It would not have felt the same without that physical sensation of releasing his thick, clear cum inside of her accepting womanhood. Jake knew Maggie felt the same way.
While thrusting, his lips remained busy. At first, he made a point to kiss literally every inch of skin against the soles of her feet. Then, Jake started to give affection to her toes, wrapping his lips around them and using his tongue to caress them. The moans were continuous for Jake as he felt his breathing get heavier and faster. “Oh, Princess. I’m getting so close already. You’re going to make me cum all inside of you. I’m going to fill you with all of my semen, babe. I know you practically lived of it, anyways.” Smirking at the last statement, Jake always appreciated how badly Maggie was always in need of his semen. Even the most mundane events could turn sexual and she was only seconds away from feeling her boyfriend’s release.
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Nobody ever accused Shane of being humble. Many considered him arrogant. Some things never changed. Shane knew he had a body to die for and he knew that he could win Charlotte over for a night of fun. If this partnership lasted a long time, perhaps he could use her for many nights of fun. Obviously, Shane did not want an emotional attachment with Charlie. So far, it did not appear like she was the kind of woman that was looking for anything emotionally attached either. It was the perfect partnership in Shane’s opinion. It made him quite confident in the next minute. They were both likely focused on the pleasure in that moment and nothing else. If Charlie thought he was full of surprises, Shane was absolutely shocked at her admission about the life she had before. Honestly, he assumed something like law enforcement as well. What if she was a military woman? It was possible. Instead, the woman answered that she was a freelance merc. A mercenary? Was she serious? Shane almost waited for a punchline but one never came. She had this serious look on her face and Shane did not think she was lying. He could spot a liar, easily.
“A freelance mercenary, huh? I didn’t think so when I first saw ya. I thought you might have worked at an animal shelter or something.” Chuckling to himself, Shane had the opposite point of view on Charlie when they first met. In that shed, she looked like shit. The woman looked like she was soft and unable to take care of herself. Damn. First appearances were deceiving. Shane did well to take her seriously and not fuck around with her. In that moment, Shane realized that taking the guns from her did not help enormously. She could probably kill him in a plethora of ways. Just that thought made Shane want to chuckle again. It made him intrigued in her even more. Besides, who did not like a badass woman? It just made her more attractive to him. Plus, it gave him a challenge. The challenge was trying to contain this woman, to keep her under control in the bedroom. She looked to be wild and rowdy and not easily tamed. It would be fun and he looked forward to it – she had a perfect body from what he could see this far. Shane felt like he hit the jackpot.
The teasing kept everything interesting. Shane was not a moron: he knew good and well she was saving that underwear for a moment such as this. Regardless, she looked sexy as hell. Shane hoped this was a recurring theme. What guy did not like it when a beautiful woman dressed up for him? If she was prepared for something like this with her underwear, Shane wondered what other preparations she made. This could get interesting. Shane appreciated the way her body was reacting. She might try to hold up that badass, unaffected façade but Shane knew better. His skill with women far exceeded the average man. He had the utmost confidence in himself even with a badass like Charlie. It caught Shane by surprised when she flipped their positions but it should not have. It made him smirk as there was nothing wrong with a gorgeous woman straddling his hips like this. The grinding she did made the male moan out rather loudly. Usually, he would worry about being quiet but that was no longer a problem. Nobody else was around and Shane was not hiding anything anymore. It made him feel like the decision he made to leave the farm was the best he could have made.
Distracted, Shane closed his eyes. Who could blame him? It was difficult to pay attention with a beautiful woman on his hips, grinding against the growing bulge of his boxers. It nearly made him miss the gorgeous sight he found upon reopening his eyes. Halfway through removing the shirt, Shane caught Charlie in the act. When she tossed the shirt away, he felt breathless. The nipple piercing was not something he would have expected from her (but he sure as hell was not complaining). “Damn. As if my night couldn’t get no better… I always had a thing for a chick with a nipple piercing.” It was obvious and genuine as his hands immediately reached upwards, squeezing her breasts firmly. Although he was interested in exploring the rest of her body, it was nearly impossible to shift attention elsewhere. Instead, Shane focused on how her breasts looked and how they felt cupped in his palms. Just as quickly as she appeared, though, she was gone. Down his body, he watched Charlie crawl. When she finally removed his boxers, this arrogant, sly smirk was on his face (and if Charlie thought he looked smug before, well, only imagine how it looked now after seeing her reaction to his cock).
Within seconds, Shane felt Charlie’s hand wrap around the base of his cock while her lips wrapped around the head. This was unexpected. Shane did not think Charlie would have been so kind to offer him pleasure alone to begin with. Nonetheless, he grew erect quickly and released a quiet moan from the back of his throat. Typically, Shane was much quieter during sex so it was quite the accomplishment when this woman already drew such a hazy, pleasure-filled reaction. Yet another moan left his lips when her mouth wrapped almost entirely around his cock. She was showing something that was quite impressive. Not many women can do this – through what he had seen. His eyes went wide as her nose pressed against his pelvis and Shane nearly lost it. Louder moans than before were leaving his mouth along with a string of curse words and incomprehensible sounds that not even Shane could explain. “Oh… holy fucking shit. You’re a fucking… goddess… oh… fuck.” Shane murmured as his head tilted back, his entire body sinking into the bed. A major throbbing sensation was felt all down every inch of his manhood, threatening to bring Shane to the quickest orgasm of his life.