The Vessel by Selena Moore
Chapter 2
The room he led her to was small but perfectly clean, fluorescent overhead lights turning on as soon as she stepped inside and she needed the time to clear her head and make a decision that would affect the rest of her life. Leave here and take her chances on the surface or stay and become a cum-vessel to complete strangers.
Three hours and one long, hot bath later, she felt like a human being again, the grime and dirt accumulated on her abraded skin washed away by the luxuriously foamy liquid they provided her with. A knock on her door startled her, her “Come in,” barely audible in the silence of the room.
She watched a short man with a mustache enter her barren quarters, saw his eyes as they traveled the length of her skinny body. “Have you decided yet?” the stranger asked in a tight, grainy voice. She didn’t have to ask. She knew exactly what he was talking about.
“Who wants to know?”
“My name is Josh, I was instructed to summon you.”
“I’ll stay. How bad can it be?”
No answer came from the man who only turned on his heel and walked back to where he came from, turning back only once to see if she followed along.
They made their way through wide hallways and into a large room, where six men and two women were already eating. They looked their way as they approached, looks of unveiled lust in the men’s hungry eyes as they took the newcomer in. The man escorting her addressed the small crowd while Emmanuella stared at the vast array of food splayed on the metal table, her mouth already watering.
“Guys, meet Emmanuella. She’s decided to stay and is already informed about her duties.”
Some of the men stopped eating and unabashedly ogled at her breasts while others didn’t even bother looking up, let alone address her arrival.
“Go on and eat, Emma,” the man named Josh said, pointing at the nearest empty chair and she planted herself in it obediently, digging in without another word. “I’m sure you’re famished.”
“Welcome,” the pregnant woman said and Emmanuella turned to look at the petite redhead who was apparently nearing labor, just like Kratos had mentioned earlier.
“Hey,” Emmanuella replied, half-smiling. “Thanks.”
“I’m Luna,” the pregnant woman added. "I’m happy you have decided to stay, it’s nice to have more women around. Hopefully, you will keep Marcus off my back for a while.”
“I’d like to see that happen,” a burly man with a thinning hairline sitting next to Luna said. “He’s got a thing for the feisty ones, doll, haven’t you figured that out already?”
“Oh. He’s been giving you a hard time?” Emmanuella mumbled through huge mouthfuls. If she was considering staying down here, she might as well get a handle on things sooner than later.
The second woman burst into a sinister laugh that made Emmanuella turn to look at her straight in the eyes. She was almost twice her age, with long chestnut hair pulled haphazardly up into a bun, and small, inquisitive eyes that squinted as she stared back at her, saying nothing at all. Only that malevolent laughter that held back things she might never come to know.
“Yeah, a real hard time,” the same man said, the grin on his face unmistakable.
“Lucas, please,” Luna said after a short pause. “This is Maya, she’s a mute,” she added, placing her knife and fork on the plate. “Don’t mind her. She’s never been good with newcomers, especially women. She thinks they will charm their way into my heart and steal me away from her.”
Maya gave her the finger, her eyes still fixed on Emmanuella who was now stuffing her mouth with a piece of chicken leg and chewing on its meat until there was nothing but the bone left. The men stared at her too, but she was so busy savoring the delicious meal she didn’t even care that she was making a spectacle of herself.
“Here, wash it down with this. Spoils of Marcus’s last night patrol,” Luna said, and Emmanuella took the red tin and popped it open, drinking the chilled, carbonated drink in one go.
Half the men had already left when she was finished, leaving her alone with the two women and two of the most intimidating men she had ever laid eyes on. She tried hard not to stare at the disfigured face of the burlier one while the other, a much leaner version was unabashedly staring at her leaking breasts, licking his lips while fondling his beard.
Both were older than her, early forties she guessed, swarthy and mean looking and just the thought of their hands on her body made her question the sanity of her decision but when Luna and Maya rose and finally left, she knew without a doubt that submitting to them was the wise choice to make if she ever stood a chance at getting her old life back someday.
“So, what’s your story?” the disfigured man asked, blowing smoke from his cigarette her way.
“Not much to say. The machines killed my family and left me for dead. One of your men found me and brought me here.”
“I bet ya it was Marcus. He’s saved more men than I count. Has he fucked you yet?”
His blunt question came as a surprise and she stopped eating and looked up to meet his cold, dark eyes. “No, he hasn’t. I haven’t met him yet.”
A half-smile appeared on his face then, making his rough features even more cruel-looking and he stood, abruptly, his frame towering over her. “Good. I’d love to have first go at your cunt before he does.”
His comrade had pushed back his chair and stood as well and Emmanuella let her eyes drop lower to their pants, their bulges showing clearly behind the threadbare cotton fabric, their breathing growing heavier by the minute.
“Yeah, me too,” the second man chimed in.
“Come on, hermosa. This is what a woman’s body is meant for anyways,” he said, bringing his arm to knead herbreast, weighing it with his palm, circling his index finger around the nipple.“You have the most beautiful tetas I've ever seen.” So he was clearly Hispanic, Emmanuella concluded. His fiery heritage flowed thick in his veins. “Let's get you comfortable,” he added, offering his arm to help her up.
“Nice and easy, climb on up and we’ll do the rest,” the big man said, clearing away the plates and cutlery while the other one had already pulled his pants down and stroked his semi-hard cock.
“Fuck her good, man.Show her what she’ll be missing if she decides to leave here.”
“Spread those legs, beautiful, let me see that cunt,” the disfigured man said and when she obeyed, he didn’t waste any time. There was no foreplay of any kind, just him pushing her legs apart and moving her panties to the side to expose her pussy and before she knew it, his cock was shoved inside of her, while his buddy stood on the side watching closely, his left hand stroking his now fully erect cock.
“Goddamn, that’s a tight cunt you got there. Jose, you’re gonna enjoy breeding this one, I tell ya.”
He fucked her slowly at first, then he spread her legs wider, pummeling inside her with a vicious might until she had no choice but to surrender to his primal mating call as she felt her vagina lubricating to facilitate the breeding.
“That's all better,” he grunted a while later when he felt her moisture coating his hard length. “Nice and wet,” he said, pushing deeper and harder with each labored thrust. It was about a quarter of an hour later that he showered her womb with his creamy cum, pulling out only after he had drained his balls completely.
“That was the best fuck I've had in years. I sure hope you won't change your mind about staying here.”
His friend replaced him immediately after, sliding his smaller dick insideher now lubricated opening in one hard thrust. “Fuck man, you were right about her pussy. Don't you worry,chica,” he said, grabbing ontoher breasts as he pummeled into her.“We're going to make you all wet and sloppy for Kratos.”
About five minutes later, he, too, ejaculated deep inside her body and unwillingly pulled out. “You've been a real good girl,” the burly man said. “Real nice tight cunt, too.”
Emmanuella made to climb off when the men had tucked themselves in when a hard male voice stopped her cold. “Stay where you are, darlin’.”
She turned to look at the man who so blatantly spat commands, finding herself staring into the most brutally handsome male specimen. Easily six feet tall, she guessed he was about her age, late twenties with short dark hair and a long, thick beard that only added to his feral looks. Four robust men, all dressed in military clothes flanked him but they dispersed in various directions while he walked to where she was. She saw something dangling from his corded arm and it’s only when he got closer that she realized it was a severed head, the once vivid red eyeballs now black. A Cyborg killer.
He walked to stand before her, the two men who already fucked her now backing away and leaving the room while she looked up to stare into his slate-blue eyes.
“Nice to see you on your feet, stranger,” he said, eyeing her from head to toe, her soaked shirt clinging to her milky breasts, her skirt hunched low around her ankles. “Have they been good with you?”
She only nodded, watching in silence as the man dropped the severed head on the table next to her.
“Good to know. I always worry how they'll behave whenever we bring a woman in.”
“I guess that doesn't happen very often, does it?”
“Damn right. Luna and Maya were among the first Kratos and his men rescued. The men went wild when they arrived, it took a year of drugs to calm them down. When a while later a nearby prison was blown up, Kratos brought in several of the inmates, nurturing them back to health. Jose and Klaus who were just here were among those he salvaged.”
Emmanuella swallowed hard. “I had no idea.”
“They know better than to hurt you, sweetheart. Exile fromThe Hub is the last thing they want."
He then lowered his to her lips, her womanly scent filling his nostrils. She followed his lingering gaze as it rested on her chest, then dropped lower to her abdomen and finally on the soft patch of dark hair between her lean legs.
“You're gonna fuck me too?"
Her boldness surprised him, and the grin that instantly appeared on his face could have fooled anybody but her.
His eyes narrowed in on her luscious mouth and his lips curled into a sinful smile. "All in good time, Emma," he teased. “Right now your mouth will suffice."
Her eyes dropped low, to the sizeable bulge behind his khakis. "You want me to suck your dick?"
“I do. If you'd care to indulge me. I can always tell a lot from the way a woman gives head."
She fixed him with a grin that matched his own, the tension between them almost palpable. He helped her climb down from the table and she hesitated just for a moment before lowering herself before him. She fumbled with his fly, then his musky scent filled her nostrils as she pulled it down along with his underwear, his eyes burning a hole right through her.
“Never done this before?"
She looked up and met his lingering eyes. “What makes you say that?"
Any other response and he wouldn't give a damn. He was going to be her first one, he was sure of that now. He could see it in her eyes, in the tone of her voice. She would have to endure the act if she decided to stay, the men loved nothing more than coming down a woman's throat when they weren't balls deep inside her. “I'll go easy,” he said. “At least I'll try.”
She made no other attempt at persuading him of her nonexistent skills, instead, she pulled him out slowly, his hard length barely fitting inside her palm and she closed her fist around him, stroking him, trying to focus on calming down her racing heart and not on the sheer depravity of the intimate act.
A low low growl escaped his lips and she felt something awaken inside of her, something dark and decadent, dirty and illicit andit was then that she closed her mouth around his moistened crown and let him invade her mouth.
Another visceral growl and she sucked deeper now, letting this man sink inside her, his taste nothing she had ever tasted before, all muscle and strength, and he filled her mouth, slowly, carefully.
“Take me deep, that's it, taste me.” She did as he instructed, sucking him deep, deeper with every one of his measured thrusts and she fought her gagging reflex when he reached the back of her throat.
“Harder.” He wrapped his hand around her hair now, pulling her to him. He didn’t force her, only angled her head the way he wanted and he took control, fucking her mouth without remorse until his balls drew tight and he filled her with his warm cum. He didn’t have to ask her to swallow, she did it without a moment’s hesitation, the effect he had on her not lost on him. She was a survivor all right.
“Clean me up.” His rough voice reverberated through her every cell and she did as she was told. A sly grin formed on his sinful lips as he extended his arm to help her stand. She took it, meeting his heated gaze. “Does that hurt?” he asked, noticing the long cut on her upper arm.
“No, it’s fine.”
He moved closer and tilted her chin up to stare into her eyes. “Are you lying to me, Emma?”
“Yes,” she confessed as his hand now moved along her upper arm, his touch sending shivers down her spine.
“Not a wise choice. I know how bad you must be hurting, both inside and out. I’m sorry about your family.” He looked at his watch, then around the room to find they were alone. He didn’t give her a chance to reply. “Has Kratos returned?”
Emmanuella stood before him, rage burning in her veins. This man had saved her but she wished she had perished along with her loved ones. “I haven’t seen him.”
“Go back to your room and rest. Meet me at the mess hall at eight. A couple of new recruits joined last night and you need to show them a good time.”
“Fuck them, you mean.”
“Yes. You are here to help us grow and expand. Your cooperation is vital to that.”
“Kratos already gave me that lecture. Can I go now?”
“Go ahead,” he said, voice flat. “When you come to dinner this evening, wear the outfit I chose for you inside the top drawer.”
She didn’t answer, only walked away, the depraved act of sucking his cock and swallowing his cum having an electrifying effect on her senses. She had just been fucked by two vicious-looking criminals, yet, this mystery man who had just gotten off using her mouth was all she could think about. Her thoughts were all over the place, her sanity hanging by a thread. Was she actually going to go through with this madness?