Wrote this last night. First of my works, so lmk what you think. Any thoughts/suggestions/responses are welcomed. Left it open ended for future additions. Disclaimer: pretty dark and future add one will be darker.
It’s 2025, and there has been a nuclear war. The world isn’t what it used to, and society in most places of the planet is back to the dark ages. You live with your family in a small town that produces its own food, not trying to draw attention from people who’d want what you have there. One day this discretion isn’t enough, and raiders come.
It’s mid morning and you’re going about your business as you normally would, carrying water and tending your family’s animals. From nowhere, you hear a distant shout. You look up to see where that noise came from, and you find a local man frantically sprinting towards the town and shouting that “they’re coming.” This is the day you’ve dreaded for a long time.
A few of the men prepare to defend their homes, while the women children and elderly run and hide. You panic and hide in your home, taking shelter in a closet. As you hide, the shouts of fighting begin to pick up. In a weird way it excites you, but you don’t understand the feeling. Shortly, the noise begins to slow down. The sound is then replaced with the sounds of men laughing and pilfering the houses they find. You realize what this means, and your heart skips a beat when you hear the sound of your door getting kicked in.
You begin to shake in fear as you hear me rummage through your house. As the noise comes closer to you, a single tear comes down your face. Suddenly, the doors of the closet are ripped open, and you see a brutish man armed and armored with a devilish smile appearing on his face. “Jackpot,” he exclaims.
I grab you by the collar of your shirt and yank you up, pulling you close to me for me to get a better look. I like what I see, and that’s obvious to you as you feel my hard cock through my pants. I’ve had enough looking, and I roughly kiss you on the lips. I then turn you around, pushing you face first against the wall and begin to lift up your skirt. You finally mutter a word of protest, “no please don’t.” I laugh and ignore your words, drawing my cock from my pants and lining it up with your pussy.
I force my cock into you, and I’m pleasantly surprised to find that you’re a bit wet. I comment on this, saying that you’re ready for me to take what’s mine and that you know it. You moan like the slut you are while taking my cock, not trying to resist my dominance of you.
After a bit of this I pull my cock out, 180 you around, and rip your dress as to expose your tits. You try and cover yourself, but I slap you and pull your arms down. I grab you by your throat and force you on the table for the next round. As you’re on the table, I pin your hands and keep choking you as I take you. After a time that you were told would feel like hours based on the stories, but which you wished would’ve last longer, I withdraw my cock and cum onto your stomach.
You lay there, still processing what just happened, as I clean myself up. Out of nowhere, I yank you off the table, tie your hands, and cover you some in a swift manner. “What’re you doing,” you ask me. I respond by saying, “you know what’s happening. That’s just round one. I hope you’re ready for more.” I pull you by your bindings towards the door and out to the rest of the raiders, as you cry while dreaming about future times of you being used.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ngj6y4/post_apocalypse_story
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