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[Emstar202]

I could tell that Daryl was struggling to explain to me how he felt. It was kind of adorable, but I would never tell him that. I was still shocked by his actions and words. Gone were the days of him calling me baggage. Now it seemed he genuinely cared for me. I felt warm inside as he explained himself. Here was Daryl Dixon, a tough as nails redneck, explaining how he didn't want to have sex with me because he respected me too much to have my first time be in an inebriated state of mind. He couldn't even say the word sex. This may seem silly, but in a strange way Daryl was the most respectful guy I'd been with. I knew Jimmy would have given anything to get it in with me. But Daryl, Daryl actually made me feel like I was worth more to him than just a fuck buddy in this god-forsaken hell on earth.

I smiled at him. "I get it Daryl. Thanks." With that, I leaned in and gave him a soft kiss on his stubbled cheek. We spent the afternoon in bed too, drinking water and talking, trying to get rid of our hangovers together.

***

 

[Emstar202]

Our laziness caught up to us the next day when we realized we were running low on supplies. The situation left little time for romance as we geared up and headed off into the unknown wilderness once more. Daryl seemed to instinctively know the path to what used to be civilization. Within a day we'd emerged on the side of a highway. The woods had been dense and we'd encountered only a few walkers. Here was different. Off the highway was a large parking lot in front of a department store. Daryl sniped most of the zombies from the highway, and once we get closer we finished off the remaining stragglers together. Strangely, the entrance to the store was devoid of zombies, as were the first couple isles. It seemed a blessing. Daryl was hesitant when I suggested we split up, but eventually he relented and I headed off on my own.

Daryl headed straight towards the grocery section while I went to the clothes. Our current outfits were utterly destroyed. Long had the days past when I cared for fashion; now I was just looking for comfortable clothing I could easily move around in. I searched through several racks and tossed several articles into my bag: some cargo shorts, some tank tops. When I got to the underwear section I was more particular. I tried to find a sports bra, but I couldn't help but linger on a tiny pink babydoll. The breast area was made of lacey fabric with flower decals, and the panties were barely more than a strip of fabric. I wondered what Daryl would do if he saw me in this...probably wouldn't be able to help himself, I thought with a grin. Just as I shoved the sexy little outfit into my bag, I heard footsteps approaching. They were not the slow, staggering steps of a zombie, so I could only assume they belonged to Daryl. I stood up from the rack of lingerie and turned.

It wasn't Daryl.

Three tall, imposing college aged men strode toward me. Each carried a weapon. Instantly I screamed for Daryl. I dropped my bag and went for my knife, but they'd already gotten the jump on me. The largest of the three tackled me to the ground and clamped his hand over my throat. "Best stop your screaming, little missy. Ain't nobody gonna hear you. Not even the walking dead."

Suddenly I understood why there were no zombies shambling around the store. These men had gotten here before us. This was their turf, and we were intruding.

 

[gearhead73]

When I heard her scream, my heart sank. I hadn't wanted to split up, but in trying to be more of a partner than a leader, I had given in and let Beth have her way. I dropped my bag and slid my crossbow from my shoulder as I moved quickly toward the sound. I was moving at a dead sprint, loading the bow as I went in a motion so practiced that it was all involuntary. When I got within three aisles of where I thought she was I heard a second voice. It sounded husky, intense, even angry.

I slowed my progress, and eased into the clothing section. I strained to hear any sounds of motion or struggle, trying to pinpoint an exact location of where they were. I heard a second and third voice chime in. These voices weren't talking though, they were laughing and groaning words like "yeah" and "look at those nice little tits".

My heart started pounding in my chest as I became filled with a mix of anger and fear. I grabbed my knife, and held it in the hand that supported the forearm of the crossbow. So far I had the element of surprise, but that would be gone the second I made my move.

I knew I could shoot one, but that left two more. I figured I would shoot the farthest away from me, drop the bow, and lunge at the closest one driving the knife into his head. Hopefully, depending on the size of the third, it would be a fair fight. If the third was busy struggling with Beth, it would be impossible for him to fight the two of us...unless they had guns. These days though, everybody had guns, or most everybody. Still, I had to do something, and I didn't want to waste time coming up with the perfect plan. They had Beth, and I would die fighting to get her back.

There was an old Under Armour display separating me from them. I silently took a deep breath, and prepared to make my strike. I crouched, brought the crossbow to my shoulder, and then stepped out and to the left. I saw the three men, and set my sight pi on the forehead of the furthest one.

"Let her go you fuckers!" I yelled as I pulled the trigger, drilling the first target in his left eye. There was a sickening crunch as the broadhead slit his skull and dug deep into his brain. His arms went limp and his legs folded up as he dropped to the floor, mouth gaped open with a look of "What the fuck!" on his face.

I threw away the bow and swung my arm in a wide arc as I took a step toward the closer man. He was ten feet away and attempting to reach for his pistol in an attempt to stop me. I had almost closed the distance when a shot rang out, the bullet whizzing past my face.

"Whoa there cowboy!" I heard the first voice say and I froze in place as I looked to my right. I hadn't been able to see Beth before I made my move, but I had known that she was fairly close. She was standing there, with a look of sheer panic on her face. The third man was holding her in front of him, with his arm around her neck.

"Let her go." I spat as I gripped the knife tighter in my hand. "Just walk away and we can end this."

 

[Emstar202]

I continued to struggle with the man on top of me, though the tightening of his hand on my thin throat forced me to relent to his will. My hands clenched uselessly at my sides as my throat constricted. When the man ensured that I had finished struggling, he loosened his grip on my throat and yanked me to my feet. I struggled briefly in his arms but a firm slap on my head from behind caused me to stop fighting. My head dipped forward, vision blurring from the impact.

"Jeez, she's a wild one," the man who'd slapped me said.

"Too tiny to be much of a threat," the one who tackled me replied. He was gripping me in his arms from behind. One hand was wrapped tightly around my throat and the other was slowly making its ways up my torso.

I was face to face with the third goon as he approached me, slapping his friend's hand away and taking it's place. A pistol was sheathed on his side. "Look at those nice little tits," he commented. He had a hungry look in his eyes; was practically drooling as he gazed down at me. He reached out to touch as I readied myself to kick him in the balls. Before either of us got a chance, Daryl's voice rang out and his arrow let fly. I couldn't see what happened, but I heard the beautiful sound of a man's body hitting the floor. The man with the pistol moved fast in response. He shot out randomly, intimidatingly, and I finally saw Daryl as he emerged behind some shelves.

"Let her go. Just walk away and we can end this," he growled. I don't think I'd ever heard him sound so angry before. I struggled in my captor's arms in a desperate attempt to escape to Daryl, but the big man slapped the side of my face and gripped my neck tightly.

The man with the pistol stepped towards Daryl. He seemed unaffected by Daryl's words. "Listen here cowboy, we ain't meaning any harm. We're just lookin' to have some fun with this little miss. If you put your knife away, maybe we'll let you have some fun too, hmm?"

The man behind me didn't wait for his buddy to finish speaking before one of his big hands was cupping my small breast, squeezing painfully and pinching my nipple through the thin fabric of my tanktop. A slight cry left my lips and and I wiggled further in his arms, but it was hopeless. The more I struggled the tighter his grip would become on my slender neck. I looked to Daryl in desperation as I slowly stopped my struggling. The man with the pistol didn't seem to realize Daryl and I were together. I wasn't sure yet if that was to our advantage or to our detriment.

 

[gearhead73]

I heard a slight squeal come from Beth and I shifted my eyes to her just enough to see the man holding her in front of her body squeeze her breast roughly before pinching her nipple between his fingers. I could see her trying to struggle and get free, but the douchebag holding her was able to overpower her and hold her relatively still.

My eyes came back to the asshole in front of me and my hand gripped the knife even tighter. This was about a shitty situation as we could be in. I was outnumbered, and they already had their hands on Beth. I was about the same size as both men, but the closest to me had the gun. I thought about all of the different possibilities for us to escape this unarmed, and each one ended with me dead or near it and these two fuckheads having their way with Beth...my Beth.

The only possible thing I had in my favor was the fact that I didn't believe the guy with the gun was a killer. He had missed me with his first shot, which could be explained easily enough, but he hadn't followed up with a second one. He could have already blown my head off, and him and his boyfriend would be free to do as they chose. I chose to capitalize on this and hope I was right.

"You don't get your boyfriend to take his grubby paws off my bitch, I'm gonna have my fun guttin you you two cocksuckers like catfish. Savvy?" I growled with as much acid in my voice as I could muster. "I dont' know where you two fuckers came from, but where I come from you don't fuck with another man's property...and she's mine."

This was quite a gamble that I was taking, but something told me that these two weren't stone cold killers. I was sure that the had done what they needed to survive, but somewhere they still lived by some sort of code. Somewhere deep in them, they still clung to some twisted version of what was right and wrong; at least I hoped so, for our sakes.

 

[Emstar202]

I gaped at Daryl when he called me his "bitch" and his "property". In some sick way his possessiveness excited me, though I knew, hoped, that he was only acting this way as a ploy to intimidate the men. Neither of the men were looking at me. Their hardened gazes were focused on Daryl, trying to assess just how much of a threat he was.

"Yours huh?" The leader with the gun asked. "Well, I wouldn't want to mess with another man's property. Martin, let her go."

"What?" The big one groping me asked in disbelief. In response to the order he merely tightened his grip on me and snarled, "You serious?"

"Yes, Martin. Give her back to the cowboy."

Martin hesitated, but in the end he grunted and released me. I stumbled forward and began to hurry over to Daryl in a surreal state. My bag lay forgotten at Martin's feet. I'd only gotten halfway to safety when Martin's commanded from behind me, "On your knees. Crawl to him on your knees." His voice had a breathy urgency to it. I felt his gun poke into my back, pushing me to the floor.

"You're a fucking sicko," I growled as I got on my knees and began to crawl over to Daryl.

As I made my way, the big man spoke up, "I still think she needs to be punished, James. What kind of man lets his property run off on her own?" Martin challenged. Though my gaze was directed at the floor as I crawled, I knew Martin was looking at Daryl with a challenging glare. "I'm havin' some trouble believing she's really his," Martin concluded, his gun still stabbing me in the back.

"He'll have to prove it to us then," James decided without any hesitation. I'd finally reached Daryl and began to get to my feet, but James' gruff voice halted me. "Go on cowboy. Show us how you punish your property, if she's really your 'bitch', after all."

I looked up to Daryl in desperation and then to the men with their guns trained on us. James' hand was shaking a little, but Martin's grip was steady, and his beady little green eyes were focused on me. I felt that his gaze was penetrating me. His gaze alone felt violating. I could only imagine what they meant by a punishment. I gulped and looked to Daryl. The men were awaiting his response. I was afraid Daryl would do something drastic and get us killed. I knew he didn't take kindly to orders. I reached up and placed a delicate hand on his thigh, silently begging him to give in to their wishes. I could handle a beating as long as I got to keep my life.

 

[gearhead73]

When the one that he called Joe let her go, I inwardly breathed a sigh of relief. I didn't want to let it show lest they decide to just kill me and take her for themselves. MY assumption about Martin had seemed to be correct so far, but I still wasn't willing to push my luck with these two.

They were forcing her to crawl to me. It was disgusting. These two pigs had lost all sense of humanity and had reverted to the primates that most women thought men were before the world went to shit.

Still, as I watched her come to me. Hips swaying with every movement. Her back was curved and her ass jutted toward the ceiling providing the two jack -offs with an enviable view. The sinewy muscles of her back and shoulders contracted and relaxed as she moved along the floor to me. I had to admit, she looked sexy. I was disgusted with myself for even thinking it, but the way her head was dipped, eyes to the floor, in such a submissive stance, I was getting a little turned on.

'Show us how you punish your property.' they had said. These sick fucks wanted me to prove that I owned her. That she was all mine to do with what I pleased. I searched their faces, trying to discern just what kind of punishment they wanted to see. I looked down to Beth. She was on her knees, a look of terror on her face. She was looking to me to get us out of this safely, but to do that I would betray a trust that had been building over the last several weeks. I was torn on what to do, both the men and Beth had expectations, and in the middle was me trying to figure a way through this. I felt Beth's hand on my thigh, and with a last look in her face, I put a plan into action.

Bending slightly, I brought my hand gently to her hair. I let my fingers slide softly across her scalp as my fingers interlaced into her long blonde locks. I slowly curled them into a fist and then with a sudden jerk I pulled her head back.

"Tell these men how sorry you are for making me kill their friend!" I growled into her face.

God I hoped she would be able to forgive me for this.

 

[Emstar202]

Daryl's tender touch on my head was unexpected. If this was his idea of a punishment, he wasn't doing a very good job. I resisted the urge to lean into his touch. Still, I was on edge. I tensed, waiting for him to strike me. His fingers curled into my hair, blonde locks spilling over his fingers.

The sharp pull on my hair surprised me as Daryl yanked my head backward so my eyes locked with his. I yelped in pain.

"Tell these men how sorry you are for making me kill their friend!" Daryl growled at me. His blue eyes bore into mine. I knew he was only doing this to save us, but the hostility in his tone still struck me like a slap. I turned my head towards the men in compliance to Daryl's command. My hair twisted in Daryl's fingers, causing me to whimper.

"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry," I said, trying my best to sound genuine, but it was difficult as James and Martin's lecherous gazes dug into my flesh, causing my skin to crawl.

 

[gearhead73]

MY eyes flicked to the two other men. I see by the looks on their faces that they were enjoying the show, but still weren't convinced of my ownership of Beth. It was obvious that I was going to have to ratchet things up, but I wasn't sure just how far. I wanted to communicate with Beth somehow, that I was just doing what I thought would save us, but I couldn't risk Martin and James seeing or hearing us. Instead, I strengthened my resolve, took a deep breath, and continued.

With another hard jerk, I brought her face around to meet mine, as I crouched beside where she was kneeling.

"You have been taking advantage of my kindness. I allow you to go off looking for clothing to cover your ass with and the next time I see you you're giving your tits to someone else." I snarled before slapping her roughly on the left side of her face.

"These tits are mine!" I yelled as I brought the hand I had slapped her with down to her left breast and squeezed it roughly. "And you don't share them with anyone unless I give the ok..." I continued pinching her left nipple hard. "...and I NEVER give the ok. Are we clear?"

I never bothered looking back to the other men. At this point they were irrelevant. I had just crossed a line with Beth that I wasn't sure we would ever be able to come back from. The sad fact was, that a small part of me, was excited by this. On some sick twisted level, I liked this. It was simpler, basic, made sense. You could skip all of the sometimes frustrating mating rituals, and just take what you want. In this moment, Beth was my property, and although I was sickened by what I was doing to her, there was a part of me that wanted to continue.

 

[Emstar202]

I stared back at Daryl blankly as I awaited my punishment. I wondered how far he would have to go before Martin and James were satisfied. Daryl knelt down to my level and jerked my face close to his. He slapped me firmly on the left cheek, and I let out an exaggerated whimper.

"These tits are mine, " he growled, grabbing my left breast and gripping it hard. I let out a real whimper this time as he pinched my nipple through the thin fabric of my tank top.

" We're clear, " I sputtered out. There was silence then as I waited for the men to make a move. Daryl was still gripping me painfully. I chanced a look at our antagonizers. They looked hungry for a show.

" Mm... " James hummed amusedly." I'm afraid I just don't buy it. I can tell he cares for you too much."

"Come on, James! Let's get on with it already. We haven't had a woman in months," Martin whined. He was the larger of the two but plainly not the leader. His eyes dug into my flesh, seeking out any bare skin they could find.

To my shock, James merely laughed. "Relax, Martin. No need to get hasty. She may be small, but I'm confident she can handle at least three loads, aren't you? And I'm sure our cowboy here won't mind sharing." He grinned wide, revealing a missing front tooth. He was a young man around 26. Brown eyes, dark hair, muscular physique; may have even been considered handsome before the apocalypse. He unzipped his fly and began to fondle himself within his trousers. With his other hand, James held the gun steady at Daryl, ready to fire at the sign of any trouble. "Go on, cowboy, I'll let you go first. Shove your cook so far down her throat she chokes on it."

 

[gearhead73]

This asshole James was really starting to get on my last fucking nerve. I hate being told what to do in the first place and now he is not only ordering me around, he's trying to direct the action when it comes to fucking as well.

Be no days like that!I thought to myself as my eyes left the leading gaze of Beth and flicked to the closest of the two. A new plan had formed in my brain and it was now or never to put into motion. He had started rubbing his dick under his jeans already, so his focus clearly wasn't on me. This would play to my advantage as I made the decision to go for it.

I stood, and twisted my body toward James all while keeping the tight grip on Beth's hair. There was about twenty-five feet between me and James so I took a few paces forward, dragging Beth essentially by the hair with me. This served two purposes. They got to see me begin to punish Beth and it allowed me to move directly in front of James which blocked Martin's view of the action.

I couldn't bear looking back Toward Beth. I blocked her sighs and cries from my ears and brought my entire focus to the situation.

"Looks like you're getting ready to start a show of your own Hoss." I said nodding toward James' steadily moving hand in his pants.

"Maybe I should let you go to bat first," I spat taking another step closer. "but that's never going to happen."

I locked eyes with him. I wanted him to know that these next words were spoken as if they were etched in stone.

"Cause like I said...this pussy, these tits," I bent enough to grab her left tit roughly before releasing it quickly so that it would jiggle slightly.

Then jerking her head back roughly so that she was looking up at me, I used the thumb of the same hand to lightly trace around her lips as I continued.

"and these oh so talented lips...are mine! And I've never been much of one for sharing."

I slowly moved my hand from Beth's face to the zipper of my filthy jeans. "If you are desperate for some spank bank material though, I'd be willing to let her put on a demonstration of her skills."

Painstakingly slow, I lowered the zipper on my jeans. As sickened as I was by the thought of forcing what would happen next onto Beth, there was an even bigger part of me (namely my rapidly engorging cock) that was excited to be the first one to cum between those soft cherry lips.

I had to move my hips a bit in order to fish my ever hardening dick out of my fly, but years of practice had made me quite proficient. Wit a gentle tug my cock hung, suspended in mid air, anxious to be held captive once again by warm wetness of Beth's mouth.

"You know what to do." I growled as I pulled her face toward my throbbing prick.

 

[Emstar202]

Real tears pricked the corners of my eyes as Daryl forcibly dragged me by the hair closer to the goons. This had to be a part of his plan, right? He couldn't actually be about to hurt me right? There had to be a way out of this!

I yelped in pain when Daryl roughly jerked my breast and my eyes flashed to our captors. I felt sick to my stomach knowing these sickos were getting off on the pain Daryl was inflicting on me. James already had his hand down his pants, and Martin wasn't far behind. That gun though... James still held it firmly. Oh God... I was really about to be raped wasn't I? And to make matters worse, it was by someone I really cared for, was growing to love. I shivered as Daryl traced the outline of my lips. He jerked my head forward to force me to look at him. It was so demeaning kneeling on the floor in front of these three men, knowing they had complete control over me.

Daryl insisted to the other men once again that he had no intention of sharing me, and then his hand was moving towards his zipper and he was pulling down his fly...

My eyes widened when his cock emerged, already slightly hard and growing larger with each passing moment. I couldn't believe it. Daryl was already turned on and I hadn't even done anything! How could he be turned on in this situation?! Still, it was Daryl, right? He wouldn't hurt me. Maybe we could fake my pain for them somehow.

I felt surreal as I leaned in towards his cock, as if I were dreaming. Daryl's hand held firm on the back of my head, urging my lips onto him. "You know what to do," he growled. His tone scared me a bit. I knew he was just putting on a show for our captors, but I think a part of him was actually enjoying treating me so roughly.

I stared up at him in slight panic after he spoke, because no, I did not know what I was doing! Jimmy had begged for a blowjob a thousand times, but I'd never given him one. As I opened my mouth and took his cock inside, I noticed his groin had a strong smell about it, and I was weirded out that I liked it. His cockhead fit nicely in my mouth and I gave it an experimental lick. Daryl had a strong hand on the back of my head, forcing me to look up at him.

I worried that I would do poorly and James and Martin would realize that Daryl and I were allies, and then attack Daryl and rape me. I began to suck his cock frantically because of this fear. Head bobbing up and down rapidly over the first half of his dick. I thought I was doing well, that is until James called out, "Enthusiasm is great, sweetheart, but this isn't what I asked for. Come on cowboy, kick it up a notch. Grab her by the hair and fuck her throat!"

Kick it up a notch?! These men were crazy! I could not see how I could fit more of his cock into my mouth. I'd never given a blowjob, let alone deep throated anyone! It seemed they wanted Daryl to be the one to force me to take more of his cock. I could feel his hand tightening on the back of my hair...