I walked into the bedroom with the last two girls and ordered them both to their knees. My erection was swollen and painful as I felt it straining against my fatigues. I could barely think straight I was so delirious with desire and lust. I needed to handle both of these girls at the same time just so I could be done with them all.
The girls, afraid, went to their knees. Many of you on SG may wonder why these girls complied with my actions and didnt try to run away or fight. I remind you that I still was wearing my gun belt with the .45 on my right hip and a knife. I hadnt yet threatened them with any of the weapons but just their presence was enough to force them to submit.
I walked behind the kneeling girls and attached a dog collar around each of their necks. The girls couldnt be any different. G, as I now know her, was a shorter, bustier, long dark haired girl with a full feminine figure. She had tattoos covering her lower back, one of her arms and a chest tattoo that accentuated her large pierced breasts. Each nipple was pierced with a ring with a green ball that matched her navel ring.
K was physically the opposite but equally beautiful in her own right. She was tall, close to six feet tall, and even kneeling she came up high on my chest. She was skinny, with narrow hips and smaller, perkier breasts. Her hair, a much lighter brown, was short and barely to her shoulders. Her white skin looked even paler next to G as she had not a single tattoo, piercing or even a freckle on her porcelain perfect skin.
I grabbed both girls by their hair and dragged them, forcing them to walk on their knees, out to join their two naked friends. Their eyes widened and they all looked at each other, the fear obvious on all of their faces. Tears streamed down Gs face but she bravely made no noise as she silently cried.
Stand up, I ordered G and K. Dont move or else you will get hurt, I told them as I dramatically drew my Strider knife from my belt.
I moved first to K because she was so much taller. I moved in so I was just inches from her face and touched the tip of the knife to her face tracing the outline of her chin and then having it rest at her throat. She didnt move a muscle but even through her clothes I could see her heart beating rapidly and her breathing speed up. She was literally in fear for her life. The power I had over her, over all of them, was intense. I wanted her right now. The horrors of the world outside were completely forgotten in my lust for these girls. I traced the tip of the knife slowly down her throat until it made contact with her blouse and then I swiftly cut the clothes off her body.
Spread your legs and grab the couch , I ordered K. I roughly kicked her legs out and moved her so that her long slender body was bent over horizontally with that slender, pale ass sticking outwards. I grabbed the riding crop I had found in the stables, and still standing in front of Ks wonderful ass and visible cleanly shaved pussy, I turned towards G; the only girl left in the room with her clothes on.
What about you, you little whore, I addressed G, Do you think you are the only slut that gets to keep her clothes on?
As I finished my question, I hit Ks ass sharply with the riding crop for emphasis. K yelled out in pain and surprise as the sharp sting of the riding crop spread across her ass.
You better get those clothes off quickly! I warned G and then started to whip Ks ass with the riding crop. Her cries of real pain filled the room as I slapped Ks ass again and again with the riding crop. G quickly started stripping her clothes off but welts were already appearing on Ks now bright red ass.
G quickly had the last of her clothes off and stood naked and collared in the middle of the room with the rest of her friends. I spanked Ks red ass one more time with my bare hand just for good measure.
I had the naked girls line up and face me. I stepped back and took my shirt off, leaving my fatigues and gun belt still on. In the past month I had already lost ten pounds of muscle, but years of MMA training, weightlifting and cycles of testosterone still left me with a decent enough body. In a different world I probably could have even charmed one of these girls into liking me. But this was my world now and these girls were mine.
If you little whores think you can survive out there alone you just let me know I addressed them. But if you are going to survive in here with me you are going to need to learn how to work together to do what you are told.
Now which one of you little sluts wants my cock first?
The girls, afraid, went to their knees. Many of you on SG may wonder why these girls complied with my actions and didnt try to run away or fight. I remind you that I still was wearing my gun belt with the .45 on my right hip and a knife. I hadnt yet threatened them with any of the weapons but just their presence was enough to force them to submit.
I walked behind the kneeling girls and attached a dog collar around each of their necks. The girls couldnt be any different. G, as I now know her, was a shorter, bustier, long dark haired girl with a full feminine figure. She had tattoos covering her lower back, one of her arms and a chest tattoo that accentuated her large pierced breasts. Each nipple was pierced with a ring with a green ball that matched her navel ring.
K was physically the opposite but equally beautiful in her own right. She was tall, close to six feet tall, and even kneeling she came up high on my chest. She was skinny, with narrow hips and smaller, perkier breasts. Her hair, a much lighter brown, was short and barely to her shoulders. Her white skin looked even paler next to G as she had not a single tattoo, piercing or even a freckle on her porcelain perfect skin.
I grabbed both girls by their hair and dragged them, forcing them to walk on their knees, out to join their two naked friends. Their eyes widened and they all looked at each other, the fear obvious on all of their faces. Tears streamed down Gs face but she bravely made no noise as she silently cried.
Stand up, I ordered G and K. Dont move or else you will get hurt, I told them as I dramatically drew my Strider knife from my belt.
I moved first to K because she was so much taller. I moved in so I was just inches from her face and touched the tip of the knife to her face tracing the outline of her chin and then having it rest at her throat. She didnt move a muscle but even through her clothes I could see her heart beating rapidly and her breathing speed up. She was literally in fear for her life. The power I had over her, over all of them, was intense. I wanted her right now. The horrors of the world outside were completely forgotten in my lust for these girls. I traced the tip of the knife slowly down her throat until it made contact with her blouse and then I swiftly cut the clothes off her body.
Spread your legs and grab the couch , I ordered K. I roughly kicked her legs out and moved her so that her long slender body was bent over horizontally with that slender, pale ass sticking outwards. I grabbed the riding crop I had found in the stables, and still standing in front of Ks wonderful ass and visible cleanly shaved pussy, I turned towards G; the only girl left in the room with her clothes on.
What about you, you little whore, I addressed G, Do you think you are the only slut that gets to keep her clothes on?
As I finished my question, I hit Ks ass sharply with the riding crop for emphasis. K yelled out in pain and surprise as the sharp sting of the riding crop spread across her ass.
You better get those clothes off quickly! I warned G and then started to whip Ks ass with the riding crop. Her cries of real pain filled the room as I slapped Ks ass again and again with the riding crop. G quickly started stripping her clothes off but welts were already appearing on Ks now bright red ass.
G quickly had the last of her clothes off and stood naked and collared in the middle of the room with the rest of her friends. I spanked Ks red ass one more time with my bare hand just for good measure.
I had the naked girls line up and face me. I stepped back and took my shirt off, leaving my fatigues and gun belt still on. In the past month I had already lost ten pounds of muscle, but years of MMA training, weightlifting and cycles of testosterone still left me with a decent enough body. In a different world I probably could have even charmed one of these girls into liking me. But this was my world now and these girls were mine.
If you little whores think you can survive out there alone you just let me know I addressed them. But if you are going to survive in here with me you are going to need to learn how to work together to do what you are told.
Now which one of you little sluts wants my cock first?