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The World After (Original)
🕑 Added 2019-12-14 04:58:44 +0000 UTC(A/N: Sorry this is so late guys, I totally spaced today! Hope you all enjoy~)
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Themes: Dom/Sub, Rough Sex, Fucked Silly
Summary: Based on this picture. In a Post-Apocalyptic landscape, there are many factions vying for control of the remains of a war-torn country. When Jacob, a young male officer, is captured by a group of elite female soldiers with intentions of bringing him back to their base for further instruction, he's not sure what's in store for him. But when a third party attacks and forces them all to hole up in an ancient bunker for protection, well... he knows an opportunity when he sees one.
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There’s another explosion, and the room shakes, bits of dust and dirt clouding the air as his captor flinches, her two-handed grip on her firearm trembling. She’s afraid, clearly… so afraid that she doesn’t even seem to notice or care about her state of undress. Or it’s entirely possible she’s just gotten used to it. Judging by what he’s seen so far, they probably don’t have an extra shirt for her, or something.
Jacob lets out a low sigh and leans back against the hard wall behind him, practically ogling his current guard. She’s much too busy worrying about what’s going on outside of the bunker to notice, and even if she did, what was she going to do to stop him? Blindfold him? With what, the silly girl didn’t even have enough cloth to cover up her nipples.
Rolling his eyes, the young man takes stock of his current situation for the millionth time that day. Not like there’s much else he can do, with his hands still handcuffed behind his back. He was a prisoner, captured by an enemy faction. He was also the leader of his own faction, a group of young men who’d banded together to try and make a space for themselves among the ruins of the world.
And boy was a lot of it in fucking ruins. Overgrown ruins, at that. Neither he nor any of his boys knew anything about what had happened to leave the world in the state it was in. It’d happened too long ago for anyone to have any real idea, and if there were records or histories, well, they’d been wiped out as well. All that was really left were the weapons of that bygone era, and in some cases, the communications technology.
Such as the headset his current jailor was wearing on her head, right at this point. Reaching up, the voluptuous young woman he knows to be named Anya radios into the rest of the group.
“Ladies? Just felt another explosion. H-How are things on your end? And, um, w-when can we expect you to get through to us?”
Her trepidation and worry were evidently obvious, but also understandable, given the circumstances. When Anya’s team had initially captured Jacob, it had seemed like a slam dunk. They had him dead to rights, and he had no way of contacting his boys, so he was pretty sure no one was coming for him before they managed to get him back to their base. What would happen after that, Jacob couldn’t have said. In the end, he might never get to find out.
Someone had come for him… the wrong kind of someones. Now, he and his captors were all in a great deal of danger and holed up in a bunker from a bygone era to try to stave off that danger. The bunker was well fortified though, and despite the explosions, it would hold for quite a long time, almost certainly. So long as it was stacked with enough provisions, they should have no problem waiting their attackers out.
“We’re good, Anya. Cutting our way through to you both now. And good news, we found supplies! We’re going to be fine. The Marauders won’t stick around for much longer, I’m sure. Unfortunately, by our best estimate, it’ll take us another day to get through to you. So… sit tight and hang on, girl. We’re coming.”
It was a sign of how shoddy her headset was that Jacob heard every last word of that from across the room. For the first time, Anya’s eyes track over to him, and she winces, making it clear that she knows he heard.
“C-Copy that… Anya out.”
Turning the headset back off, likely to conserve battery life, the young woman leans back against her own wall, still in a crotch, still showing off her nipples even as she holds her weapon close. She’s trying to put on a brave face… but Jacob can tell she’s scared. When another explosion sounds a moment later and Anya flinches yet again, he can see that her little conversation with her fellows didn’t help her nearly as much as she’d hoped it would.
Well, he didn’t get where he was in life by not knowing how to seize an opportunity. Leaning forward, Jacob catches Anya’s eye, and holds it.
“You need to un-handcuff me.”
Anya blinks at that, going stock still from his gaze alone. The young woman is exceptionally buxom, but she’s also got a pretty face, framed by short brown hair. She’s a gorgeous doll, that’s for sure… Jacob is far more concerned with his own survival at the moment though, even beyond just this Marauder attack.
“W-What? No, I can’t-!”
“You can, and you will. It’s going to take them another day to get to us. You’re going to want my hands free, just in case we have to fight.”
Anya’s trembling only increases, her lower lip wobbling.
“W-We won’t have t-to fight… will we?”
Honestly, she really is one of the weaker links in this group. Jacob can only assume that the Lieutenant and Commander of the small all-female squad are the ones with the spines and the brains. If they aren’t, he’s going to start wondering just how he let himself get caught in the first place.
“We might, and I’m not willing to bet my life on that. Are you? You do know what the Marauders are, don’t you? They’re cannibals. They’d have a field day with you.”
Anya shivers in a way that causes her fat jugs to jiggle all the more expressively, her currently exposed nipples, thanks to the tear in her top, rock hard from exposure to the elements. Sighing, Jacob dials it back just a bit.
“Look, I promise I won’t hurt you. It wouldn’t be in my best interests, now would it? Your friends will get through within a day. If I’ve done anything by then, obviously they’re going to shoot me, or hurt me just as badly. So… you’ll be fine. Just uncuff me.”
He can see her wavering… and he can see the moment where she ultimately decides to do as he says. Biting her lower lip, the young woman finally nods and carefully sets her gun aside, straightening up and walking over to him. She treats him like a caged animal, clearly nervous and wary and even afraid of him. Jacob stays perfectly still, watching her with hooded eyes as she reaches back behind him and uses a key on her belt to undo the handcuffs.
It’s entirely possible he could have just let her fall asleep and then taken the keys, but truth be told, that wouldn’t have really fit his currently forming plan. He was still trapped in this bunker with not just Anya but the rest of her squad, and with a bunch of cannibalistic Marauders right outside for good measure. He wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon… which meant he needed a different strategy. Escape currently wasn’t an option… so subversion it was.
As soon as his hands are free, Jacob does NOT do something like leap for the gun or anything like that. He waits for Anya to hastily back away, and then slowly rises to his feet, rubbing his wrists and giving her an appreciative nod.
“Thank you. Now, let’s see what we can do to make this more livable, shall we?”
And for the next several hours, that’s exactly what Jacob does. The room they’re in is not exactly a small space, nor is it empty. There’s a lot that can be done, a lot that can be worked out, but of course, Anya in all of her fear, didn’t think of any of it. Halfway through the process, Jacob takes his shirt off and ties it around his head to keep the sweat out of his eyes… and to draw Anya’s gaze.
Nothing much like a man doing manual labor to get a woman’s engine revving, that was something Jacob knew quite well. And really, it was only fair. Her chest was partially exposed as well, after all. Regardless, Jacob grabs Anya’s attention, and he doesn’t let it go. Hours of working shirtless leads to a few cuts, scrapes, and bruises her and there, but nothing the young man can’t handle.
By the time he comes to a stop, he’s pretty sure that the pretty little soldier he’s trapped with is drooling. She’s certainly staring, as he stretches his arms over his head and lets out a long, heartfelt groan. When he’s done, he looks at her, and she blushes and looks away, trying to hide her gaze. So of course, Jacob walks right up to her.
“Like what you see, Anya?”
It’s the first time he’s used her name. He’s known it for a while, of course, but he’s never said it out loud. This is important… it provokes just the exact reaction he wants from her, with Anya nearly jumping out of her skin at hearing her name from his lips. Reaching up quite slowly, Jacob gently takes hold of her chin and lifts her head up so that he can look her in the eye. She’s trembling, when he finally leans in and kisses her.
And yet, she’s not resistant. She does freeze up for a moment, but only a moment. Then, she’s melting into his arms as he wraps them around her body, her massive tits smooshing up against his chest, her nipples rubbing against the underside of his biceps. His hands slide down across the small of her back and her thin waist to her impressive bubble butt, and Jacob goes for a squeeze, grabbing full fistfuls of Anya’s ass and groping it quite soundly.
Their makeout session lasts for exactly as long as Jacob wants it to last, the female soldier completely and utterly submitting to him, even if she doesn’t necessarily mean to. He’s got her right where he wants her when they finally pull apart, but he feigns like he’s just as surprised as she is, staring at her with wide eyes and open mouth, panting heavily like he’s as out of breath as she is at this point.
It makes it more tolerable for her when he goes on the offensive yet again. When he tugs at her clothing, rather than finally putting an end to this, Anya starts tugging right back. All of their clothes come off in short order, though there are moments when both of them stop to grope one another, to touch one another. Jacob grabs and squeezes Anya’s massive milk jugs as soon as they’re fully revealed, pinching and pulling her nipples, while Anya gapes and takes hold of his massive cock the moment its out, watching with wide eyes as it grows larger and longer in her grip.
At that point, spinning the mostly naked female soldier around and pinning her up against the nearest wall is a piece of cake. Anya doesn’t resist, as he hot dogs her ass. She just moans like the little slut she is, and even wiggles back against him, her butt cheeks jiggling expressively from the movement. Grinning wickedly, Jacob slides his hands down to her hips and his cock down to her cunt lips, feeling the moment that his member’s tip presses into Anya from behind.
It’s like a jolt of electricity for both of them, that first contact. Anya looks back at him, eyes wide, as if she’s just realizing what’s happening, as if she’s finally thinking better of all of this. Her mouth opens, and that’s when Jacob thrusts in, cutting her off. Whatever she was about to say turns into a moan, and whatever reservations Anya had seemed to die, because she doesn’t try to stop him, she doesn’t try to push him away.
Instead, the voluptuous, stacked young woman clings to the wall as Jacob fucks her up against it. He’s not gentle anymore either, in fact, he’s exceedingly rough, domineering, and controlling. There’s only one way to treat an enemy combatant… unless they’re a woman. Then, everyone knew, or at least he and the boys knew, that there was another way to handle the problem.
In the end, it didn’t matter what a woman was like, it didn’t matter if they were brash and confident, or shy and timid. They all wanted the same thing deep down inside, bless their hearts. Cock. They all wanted cock. Anya certainly wanted cock. Jacob gives it to her, plowing the short-haired brunette senseless for several long hours, well into the night. He fucks her as hard and as fast as possible, giving her a taste of what he has to offer, knowing he might not get another opportunity, once her friends broke through.
By the time the rest of Anya’s squad does get through again, the two of them are dressed once more. Or, as dressed as they both can be. Anya’s nipples are still exposed, and not a single member of her squad looks at them or comments about the wardrobe malfunction, meaning it really was a long-term issue. On the other hand, Jacob had every bit of their attention, since he was still going shirtless… and was of course no longer handcuffed.
Stepping forward, the Commander, a woman obviously made of sterner stuff then poor Anya (though no less voluptuous and buxom, much like every woman on the planet) growls as she points a finger at him with glaring at her fidgeting subordinate.
“Anya! What is the meaning of this?! Why is the prisoner no longer restrained?”
The Lieutenant, a woman who looked to be closer to Anya’s age, with longer black hair, blinks, clearly nonplussed.
“… And why is he shirtless?”
“C-Commander, L-Lieutenant… I…”
Jacob steps in before Anya can make a total fool of herself, spreading his arms wide in a peaceful manner.
“Ladies, please. I asked her to remove my handcuffs so I could help. Together, we made this room a bit more livable and a bit more defensible, in the event that the Marauders somehow did make it in. In the end, those cannibals are all our enemies, I hope we can agree. If you need to put me back in cuffs now… I fully understand.”
Holding his arms out in front of him, Jacob gives the Commander and Lieutenant both a winning smile as he presses his wrists together in offering. When both women blush under his attention, Jacob knows that he has them.
“… No, you’re right, we’ll need the extra pair of hands, more than likely. You are still our prisoner though! One move out of line, and we won’t go back to the handcuffs… we’ll put a bullet through your head!”
That threat might have had more teeth to it, if she didn’t sound and look like she’d regret having to kill him. Still smiling, Jacob just nods simply, allowing them to lead him and Anya deeper into the bunker without a fight. Not that he was beaten or broken by any stretch of the imagination.
Everything was going according to plan.
