the new beginning // randomname & sixlikesgoree

“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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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 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.

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.

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.