How the World Works Now | [Post-apocalyptic] [Blackmail] [Blowjob] [Facefuck] [Swallow] [Rough] [Probably non-con]

*hey! it’s been ages since i posted a story… i’ve been super busy with other stuff in my life and just had no time to sit down and write! but i’m back with another rough non-con story! this one is actually* [*based off of a submission i posted*](https://www.reddit.com/r/CelebWouldYouRather/comments/o7zkeo/choose_your_postapocalyptic_harem/) *to* r/CelebWouldYouRather*… so please go check that out of you’re interested!*

***WARNING***: *like with most of my stories, this story contains themes of misogyny and rough sex. i do not condone the acts portrayed.*

I came across an abandoned grocery store. Like the rest of the city, it was empty and lifeless. I tried the door but it had been barred shut. Probably whoever owned the place had locked themselves inside when the rioting started. It hadn’t worked, as one of the storefront windows had been shattered by a brick. I leaned over and climbed in, careful not to cut myself on the jagged glass which remained in the frame.

The aisles had been stripped clean of anything useful. The canned food aisle looked as if a herd of charging buffalos had torn through it. Anything that had been left behind was strewn along the floor and some of the shelves had come loose.

Everyone had been so desperate in those early days of the apocalypse. Rioting, violence, chaos.

Not me though. I’d seen this coming years ago. I’d been preparing for this shit for the last five years. Yeah, maybe I got funny looks when I was building my shelter; when I was purchasing guns and stocking up on food. All those sons of bitches laughed at me. Called me crazy. Well, they weren’t laughing when they were clawing on my door begging for protection from the bandits and cannibals.

‘Who’s laughing now?’ I said out loud. Fuck, that was happening a lot recently. Sometimes I’d say something in my mind then accidentally say it out loud. Guess that’s what happens when you’re on your own for so long without any social interaction.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of footsteps further into the store. Crap, I must’ve alerted them with my rambling. I unholstered my revolver and raised it, pulling back the hammer. Bandits? No, the footsteps were sporadic and scared. Any bandit worth his salt wouldn’t have alerted me to their presence until they were ready to strike the killing blow.

Survivors then? Scavengers searching for food.

I moved closer, checking my corners for anyone hiding in the shadows. Footsteps again, nearer this time, and hushed, anxious talking. It sounded as if they were only a few metres away, somewhere in what used to be the frozen food section. I aimed at the aisle and said ‘C’mon on out. I know you’re there.’ Whoever was hiding exchanged few more panicked words. I squeezed the trigger slightly, just in case. ‘I got a .44 aimed right at ya. These rounds will easily penetrate those fridge freezers I know you’re hiding behind. Come out. Now. Before I start taking pot-shots at you.’

‘Okay, fuck…’ A man’s voice, shaken, ‘I’ll come out. Just don’t fucking shoot me.’ A second later a tall, scrawny guy revealed himself, his hands raised. ‘We’re just out looking for food. We haven’t eaten in days. We’re starving…’ He took a step closer.

‘Stop. Don’t take another step. Unless you want an extra hole in your face.’ The man stopped, his face deathly pale. I gestured at the aisle, ‘You said “we”? Who else is back there?’

‘Please… c’mon man…’

‘Who the fuck have you got back there?’ I snapped and took a step closer.

‘Fine, fuck dude,’ he said, ‘Erin, come out here. Slowly. This guy’s fucking crazy.’

A girl came out from behind the freezer. She nervously went and stood next to the man, never once making eye contact with me. I looked them over, neither of them seemed to be carrying any weapons– and if I’m being honest, I looked over this Erin chick a few more times than was necessary. It had been a while since I had seen a girl, let alone one as pretty as this. She had a petite build, though from the way her jeans and t-shirt fitted tight to her body I could that her ass and tits were rather shapely. Her hair was golden blonde and tied into a bun, a few loose strands falling over her cute face. She gave off a real girl next door vibe. All innocent and sweet, a bit timid. Like a baby deer looking down the barrel of a hunter’s rifle.

‘You said you was looking for food? Ain’t no food here. Looters took that all that shit months ago.’ I lowered the gun to my hip, still keeping the barrel trained on the young couple.

‘We didn’t know where else to look,’ the man said.

‘Pretty dangerous coming into the city on your own,’ I said, ‘lot’s of bandits on the prowl around here. Especially with a girl like that,’ I gestured towards her, ‘she’d be worth quite a lot to a gang of slavers.’

‘C’mon man, just let us go–‘

‘Shut up,’ I pointed the gun at him, ‘I’ve had enough of that constant begging.’

‘Please…’

‘Neil shut the fuck up.’ Erin spoke for the first time, her face red with fear.

I laughed, ‘So she *can* speak. Here I was thinking you was a mute or something.’

She took a defiant step forward, but still avoided any unnecessary eye contact with me, ‘What do you want with us? As you can see, we don’t have anything worth taking. So, either shoot us or just let us fucking go.’ Her voice broke on the last syllable, proving that this act of bold confidence was just a performance.

‘Well, aren’t you a fierce little thing?’ I noticed her nipples were hard under her t-shirt, the white fabric doing little to hide what was underneath. I licked my lips. An idea was swimming around in my mind… ‘You said you guys haven’t eaten in days?’

‘Yeah,’ Neil said, ‘We’re fucking starving.’

Erin nodded, ‘We’ve been eating scraps… like goddamn animals.’

I smiled, trying to hide my true intention. ‘Well, maybe I can help you kids out.’ The fear in Neil’s eyes was suddenly replaced with hope, but the girl still looked uneasy.

I removed my backpack and tossed it to Neil. ‘Look inside.’ He unzipped the pack and saw that it was full of food– tinned peaches and beans, persevered meats, some potato chips, and a canteen of water. From his expression, I could tell he hadn’t seen this much food in a long time.

‘That’s enough food to last you two weeks,’ I said, ‘maybe a bit longer if you’re strict with your rationing.’

‘W-why?’ Neil said.

‘Maybe I’m just in a charitable mood,’ I sneered, ‘Or, maybe I want something in return.’

‘We don’t have anything to give.’

‘No, you don’t. But *she* does.’

Erin went pale. ‘You fucking bastard.’

‘This is how the world works now.’ I said, ‘I won’t force you. I’m no thug. But I will give you a choice: He can go and wait outside with the food while you and I go to that back office and have some… *fun.* Or you can both leave. But the food stays with me.’

‘Go fuck yourself.’ Erin stormed off, ‘Neil, come on.’ But Neil didn’t move. He stood still, staring at the food in his hands. ‘Neil. Come the fuck on.’

‘Erin…’

‘Neil… no,’ she said, her eyes shiny with tears. ‘I won’t…’

‘Erin, baby. We need this food.’

‘Really? Neil? You think I don’t know that! But I’m not fucking this creep. We’ll find another way.’

‘No one said anything about fucking,’ I interrupted, ‘all I want is a blowjob. It won’t take long.’

‘Shut the fuck up.’ Erin shouted, tears streaming down her cheeks.

‘Erin,’ Neil pleaded, ‘we need this.’

‘I fucking hate you,’ she spat in his face. ‘Fine. Let’s just… get it over with.’

‘I knew we’d come to an understanding.’ I chuckled. ‘Go wait outside with the food.’ Neil took the backpack and left us; his face stricken with guilt. He didn’t say anything to Erin but looked at her apologetically.

I led the sobbing girl through the grocery store. The door to the office was jammed— but opened after a few solid kicks. The room itself was small and murky. No one had been in here for a long time and everything was covered in a layer of dust. I pulled out a chair from under the desk and leaned back on it. Erin stood awkwardly, fidgeting with her hands and shuffling her feet.

‘Take the t-shirt off. I wanna see your tits when you blow me.’

She gulped, holding back another burst of tears, and lifted the t-shirt over her head. As I had noticed before she wasn’t wearing a bra. I felt my cock stiffen in my combat trousers; her tits were on the smaller side but still round and perky. I sat up and undid my belt and pulled my trousers down around my ankles. She shuddered at the sight of my semi-erect dick.

I spread my legs, ‘Come on. On your knees.’

Like some pathetic animal, she moaned and knelt between my legs. With a trembling hand, she took my cock and started to stroke up and down. Her fingers wrapped around my shaft and within a couple of seconds were sticky with pre-cum.

‘Did I say handjob? Or did I say blowjob?’

She looked away and carried on stroking. Stupid bitch, I thought, then slapped her.

‘Did I say handjob?’ I slapped her again, ‘Or, did I say blowjob?’

Her cheek flared bright red, ‘B-blowjob. Y-you said blowjob.’

‘Then why aren’t you sucking my cock?’ I took a handful of her hair and forced her down. ‘Open your fucking mouth.’ She squealed but did as she was told. I slid my tip in between her warm and wet lips, then let out a moan. It’d been too long since I’d had a mouth around my dick.

I pushed her down until I felt my head rub against the back of her throat. She gagged and spittle leaked from around her mouth, but I held her in place. ‘Use your tongue,’ I said, letting her up slightly. Again, she did as she was told and I felt her soft tongue lapping at the underside of my shaft and twirling around my tip. Fuck, she was good. She must’ve been a great cocksucker before the world ended.

With the hand not holding her in place, I reached down groped at her tits. I squeezed the tender flesh and pinched at the nipples, making her yelp in shock. ‘You like that… yeah, I bet you do. Fucking whore.’

I felt my orgasm building— but I wasn’t done yet, I needed to make the most of the situation. I pushed her away and stood up, my cock dripping with spit and pre-cum. She looked up at me, her big doe eyes glistening with tears. ‘I didn’t say stop.’ I pulled her back and forced my cock back into her mouth, and this time I started to thrust in and out. She gagged and coughed every time my head smacked the back of her throat; my balls bounced off her chin with every thrust.

I was close. I sped up my pounding of her throat and she began to make strange sounds as she desperately tried to breathe. Her flailing arms went limp, and then her whole body followed. For those last dozen thrusts, it was as if I was fucking a human fleshlight. Lifeless and flimsy— a real-life sex doll.

My balls exploded and my cock erupted into her delicate mouth. I growled with each burst, streams of cum shooting down her throat. This brought her back to the land of the living, and she retched as the majority of my load slid down into her empty stomach. I chuckled, ‘Well, you said you were starving. That should keep you going for a while.’

I pulled my cock from her mouth and wiped it off on her cheek and in her hair. When I was done she fell on all fours and heaved, coughing up a mixture of spittle and cum. I pulled up my trousers, and a minute later she forced herself to her feet and put on her t-shirt.

The girl who I’d met before was gone. That innocence had vanished. That girl next door vibe was no more. Now there was just this wild and broken thing. Her pretty face was covered in tears and dried cum, her hair was now loose and messy. I stroked her arm and she jumped. Fuck, I thought, guess I really did a number on her. Not that I cared— this was just the way the world works now.

I left the office and she followed. I readied my gun, just in case Neil had decided to grow a pair and wanted to reclaim his girl’s lost honour. I doubted he would try anything. The guy was a fucking pussy. But I had underestimated *just* how much of a pussy he was. Because when Erin and I exited the grocery store…

Neil and the backpack of food had gone.

Erin screamed and fell to her knees, whereas I did all I could to not burst out laughing. ‘I guess he thought that food would last longer if there was only one mouth to feed.’ I said, faking sympathy.

‘F-fucking bastard… he left me…’ she sobbed.

I thought about leaving her as well. Or maybe tying her up and trading her with a slaver for some guns… but then I remembered how nice her mouth felt around my dick.

‘Y’know you won’t last two days out here on your own.’ I knelt next to her and rubbed her shoulder, ‘How about you come with me? You can stay in my shelter. I have a fuckton of food. Running water. Electricity.’

She wept, ‘a-and in return?’

‘You suck my dick. Everyday. It’s the best deal you’re gonna get, babygirl. Trust me: the bandits out here won’t treat you as well as me.’

‘Just blowjobs? Y-you promise?’

‘Yes. I promise.’ I lied.

She didn’t say anymore. Just nodded.

‘Good. Then we better get a move on.’

We walked through the city in silence, Erin always lagging a dozen or so metres behind me. I studied her, thinking about how pretty she was going to look with her collar at the end of my bed.

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