Morning. Day after David.
I'd caged him properly this time—steel bars from the hunters' supplies, locked and chained to the cave wall. He could pace. Could scream. Couldn't do shit else.
Went back to work.
The cave was quiet. Everyone moved slow, eyes down, voices low. No one asked about Rachel. No one asked about the screaming.
I headed to the back chamber—the one with the radio and the hunters' gear.
Maps spread across the table—coordinates, supply logs, weapon inventory. And the radio. A black, military-grade handset. I sat down and stared at the dark plastic.
Then it crackled. I sat down. Stared at it.
"Alpha Delta, this is Overwatch."
"Scheduled check-in. Respond."
My hand hovered over the transmit button.
Wrong voice. Can't reply.
Silence stretched. Ten seconds. Twenty.
The voice came again. "Alpha Delta, packages inbound. New acquisitions scheduled for drop. Confirm coordinates."
Acquisitions. What the fuck is happening.
I pulled my hand back for thirty seconds.
Then, background noise. Someone talking to the operator.
"—three days overdue—"
"—had supplies for months—"
"—check the coordinates, something's wrong—"
The radio went dead.
I sat there. Pulse hammering.
They're coming. I need to do something.
---
I stood up. Grabbed my pack.
Isaac was still recovering—Martha had him on bed rest, poultice-wrapped ribs, herbal tea every four hours. David was caged. The women were useful but not soldiers.
I headed for the entrance.
Goliath was waiting outside, sprawled across the cave. I scratched behind his ear.
"Morning, boy."
He huffed. Didn't move.
Leg had healed since I'd freed him from that trap. Still limped slightly on the right hind.
"Come on."
He stood, shook himself, and followed.
---
The jungle was thick. Hot, humid air trapping the heat. Sun beating directly against the back of my neck.
Took an hour to reach the ridge.
The Elder's compound came into view below—wooden walls, watchtower, cook fires trailing smoke into the canopy. Her men spotted me coming. Didn't raise weapons. Just stepped aside.
I walked through the gate.
The Elder was in her command hut, sitting near the fire, sharpening a machete.
She looked up. Smiled.
"You got bored of the little girl already?" She set the blade down. Stood. Walked toward me, hips swaying deliberately. "Ready to try a real woman?"
"There's a problem."
The smile disappeared.
"What problem."
"The radio. Someone just tried making contact with the dead hunters."
She went still.
"And?"
"Didn't answer."
She walked to the map on the wall—hand-drawn, marked with trails, water sources, territory boundaries. Stared at it for a long moment.
Then turned back.
"How long do we have?"
"Don't know. Can't say they may—."
Silence.
"I'll mobilize the men." Her voice flat. "Double the watch. Perimeter traps. If they come by boat, we'll see them. If they come by air—"
"We're fucked either way unless we're ready."
She nodded.
Then stepped closer. Close enough I could smell her.
"But you can't leave yet."
I looked at her.
She walked to the door, pulled it open, and gestured.
Two guards led in a young woman—mid-twenties, caramel skin, dark hair. Completely naked. Wrists bound behind her back with rough rope. Blindfolded with black cloth. Ball gag strapped tight between her lips.
My cock went hard immediately.
She was shaking. Breath coming in short gasps through her nose. Nipples already hard. Thighs pressed together.
The Elder looked back at me.
"I need you to fuck her."
I blinked.
"We just talked about—"
"I know." She stepped closer, voice dropping. "But I caught her breaking a rule. She let one of my men eat her pussy without permission. That's forbidden."
"You didn't cage his mouth."
"I didn't cage hers either." The Elder's smile was sharp. "She chose to spread her legs for him. Now she gets punished."
She clapped her hands.
Another guard dragged in a man—early thirties, muscular build, completely naked, hands chained behind his back. Cock semi-hard despite the situation, straining upward as the guard forced him to his knees.
The Elder walked to her chair by the fire. Sat down. Crossed her legs.
"Fuck her however you want. Make sure he watches every second."
The girl whimpered behind the gag.
I walked toward her slowly.
She turned her head toward my footsteps. The blindfold shifted. Trembling harder now.
I stopped in front of her.
Reached out. Grabbed her breast.
Squeezed.
Soft. Perfect handful. Nipple stiffening further under my palm.
She gasped through the gag. Body jerking backward instinctively.
I grabbed her other breast. Pinched the nipple hard.
She cried out—muffled, desperate.
I twisted.
Her knees buckled. Would've collapsed if the guards weren't holding her upright by the arms.
"She's sensitive," the Elder said from her chair. Amused. "Very sensitive."
I released her nipple. Trailed my hand down her stomach. Over her hip. Between her thighs.
She clamped her legs together.
I grabbed her inner thigh. Squeezed hard enough to bruise.
"Open."
She shook her head frantically.
I looked at the guards. "Spread her legs."
They grabbed her ankles, yanked them apart. Held them wide.
She screamed behind the gag.
I slid two fingers into her pussy.
Soaking wet.
Not just wet. Dripping. Arousal coating my fingers immediately, running down her thighs.
I pulled my hand back. Held it up.
The chained man stared. Cock now fully hard. Twitching.
"She's been thinking about this," I said.
The Elder laughed. "She's been dripping since I tied her up."
I wiped my fingers on her cheek, smearing her own wetness across her skin.
She whimpered. I stepped closer, distracted by the scent of it.
I never saw the swing.
Something hard and heavy cracked against the base of my skull. White flash. Hit the dirt hard, tasting dust and blood. Shouting. Scuffling boots.
Then, nothing.
---
I woke up on a bed.
Head pounding like someone was driving nails through my skull.
The Elder was sitting beside me. Arms crossed.
"Relax," she said. "You're fine."
I sat up. Room spun violently. Grabbed my head.
"What the fuck—"
"She panicked. Grabbed a guard's club and hit you."
"That bitch knocked me out."
"She did."
I looked around. The girl was gone. The chained man was gone. Just me and the Elder.
"Where is she?"
"Locked in a cage. I'll deal with her later." The Elder stood. Walked to the door. Locked it. "But we have a bigger problem."
"The radio contact—"
"Can wait another hour." She turned back. Smiled. "You're still hard."
I looked down.
She was right. Cock straining against my pants. Had been since I saw the naked girl.
"We need to mobilize. Now."
"We will." She walked toward me. Hips swaying. "After I take care of that."
She knelt in front of me.
Reached for my belt.
I grabbed her wrist.
"You like my cock that much?"
"My slave did this to you." She pulled her wrist free. Unbuckled my belt. "Least I can do is show proper apology."
"Apology." I laughed. "That what you're calling it?"
"Call it whatever you want."
She unzipped my pants. Reached inside. Pulled my cock free.
Fully hard. She wrapped her hand around the base. Stroked once. Twice.
Then leaned forward and took me into her mouth.
Fuck.
Warm. Wet. Her tongue immediately went to work—circling the head, flicking the slit, tracing the thick vein on the underside.
She knows exactly what she's doing.
I grabbed the back of her head. Tangled my fingers in her hair.
Thrust deeper.
She gagged immediately. Throat convulsing around me. Saliva flooding her mouth, dripping down her chin.
I didn't pull back.
Held her there. Let her throat adjust. Felt it squeezing, trying to push me out.
She grabbed my thighs. Not pushing away. Just holding on. Nails digging into my skin through the fabric.
I pulled back halfway. Let her breathe for two seconds.
Then thrust back in. Deeper this time.
Hit the back of her throat. She gagged again, eyes watering, but she didn't pull away.
She knew exactly what she was doing. Experience.
I started moving. Slow at first. Pulling almost all the way out, then sliding back in, feeling every inch of her throat opening for me.
She moaned around my cock. The vibration shot straight through me.
I sped up.
Her head bobbed with my rhythm, spit running down her chin, dripping onto her chest, soaking the front of her shirt.
"Take it deeper."
She tried. Relaxed her throat. Let me push further.
My cock slid in until her nose was pressed against my pelvis. Buried completely. Her throat spasming around me, swallowing reflexively.
I held her there.
Ten seconds. Twenty.
Her hands started pushing against my thighs. Not hard. Just instinct. Body screaming for air.
I held her. Thirty seconds.
Her face turned red. Tears streaming from her eyes. Spit pouring from her stretched lips.
I pulled out.
She collapsed forward, coughing violently, gasping for air, strings of saliva connecting her lips to my cock.
"You trying to kill me?" she choked out.
I grabbed her throat.
She moaned.
"You like that?"
She didn't answer. Just looked up at me, face flushed, eyes glazed.
I squeezed harder. Her hips jerked forward involuntarily, a desperate sound escaping her throat as her pussy clenched.
I released her throat. Grabbed her hair instead. Yanked her head back.
"Strip."
She didn't hesitate.
Pulled her shirt over her head. Unhooked her bra. Let it drop.
Her breasts were full, heavy, nipples dark and already hard. Older woman's body—soft in places but strong. Curves earned through survival.
She stood. Unbuttoned her pants. Slid them down along with her underwear.
Completely naked now.
Pussy shaved smooth. Already glistening. A thin line of arousal running down her inner thigh.
"On the bed. Hands and knees."
She climbed onto the bed. Positioned herself. Ass in the air. Back arched. Thighs spread.
I stood behind her. Ran my hand over her ass. Squeezed.
I slapped it. Hard.
The sound echoed through the hut. Her whole body jerked forward.
A red handprint bloomed across her skin.
She gasped. "Fuck—"
I slapped the other cheek. Harder.
She moaned. Deep. Desperate.
"You like being hit?"
"Yes," she breathed.
I slapped her again. Same spot. The red deepened to crimson.
She arched her back further, pushing her ass toward me. "Please—"
I slid two fingers into her pussy.
Absolutely drenched. Her arousal coated my fingers immediately, hot and slick.
I added a third finger. Started pumping. Slow. Deep.
She moaned into the sheets, hips rolling back to meet my hand.
I pulled out. Brought my fingers to her asshole.
She went rigid.
"Wait—"
I pressed one finger against the tight ring. Didn't push in. Just circled.
"When's the last time someone fucked your ass?"
Silence. I pressed harder.
"Answer me."
"Never," she whispered.
I smiled.
I grabbed her hips with both hands. Lined my cock up with her pussy.
And slammed in.
She screamed into the sheets.
Tight. So fucking tight. Her pussy clamped around me, inner walls rippling, trying to adjust to the sudden intrusion.
I didn't give her time.
Pulled almost all the way out. Slammed back in.
Started fucking her. Hard. Deep. No warm-up. No gentleness.
Just raw, brutal thrusts that shook her whole body, made her tits swing beneath her, forced desperate sounds from her throat with every impact.
"Fuck—oh fuck—oh god—"
I grabbed her hair. Yanked her head back. Her spine arched sharply, tits thrust forward.
Kept pounding into her.
"You're so fucking wet."
"I—I can't help it—oh fuck—right there—"
I angled my hips. Hit the spot.
She cried out, pussy clenching violently around me.
She's close.
I reached around. Found her clit. Rubbed hard circles.
"No—wait—I'm gonna—"
She came hard.
Screaming into the sheets. Whole body convulsing. Pussy spasming around my cock so tightly I almost couldn't move.
I kept thrusting through it. Kept rubbing her clit.
The orgasm didn't stop.
Just kept rolling through her in waves. Each one making her scream, making her gush more arousal, making her shake harder.
"I can't—stop—I can't—"
I didn't stop.
Fucked her through the first orgasm into a second.
She tried to crawl forward, away from the sensation, but I grabbed her hips and pulled her back, impaling her on my cock, keeping the pressure on her clit.
"Too much—please—"
Third orgasm. This one broke her.
She collapsed forward, face-down on the bed, ass still in the air only because I was holding her hips up, whole body twitching uncontrollably.
Piss suddenly sprayed from her, mixing with her cum, soaking the sheets beneath her.
She'd lost control completely..
I pulled out of her pussy.
Lined up with her asshole.
Pressed the head against the tight ring.
She felt it. Tried to pull away weakly. "No—wait—you said—"
"I lied." I pushed.
Her asshole resisted. Clenched tight. But I was slick with her arousal, and I was relentless.
Pushed harder.
The head popped through.
She screamed louder than before.
"It hurts—oh god it hurts—stop—please stop—"
I grabbed her hips with both hands. Held her in place.
And pushed deeper.
Inch by inch. Her ass was a burning around me. So tight I could barely move.
But I didn't stop.
Kept pushing. Slowly. Steadily.
She sobbed into the sheets. Hands clawing at the fabric. Whole body trembling.
"Breathe," I said.
She gasped.
I pulled back half an inch. Let her adjust.
Then pushed deeper.
Halfway in now.
"I can't—I can't take it—"
"Yes you can."
I pulled back again. Then pushed forward. Deeper.
Three-quarters.
Her sobbing became rhythmic. Matching my thrusts.
I pulled almost all the way out.
Then slammed in.
Buried myself completely. Balls pressed against her dripping pussy.
She screamed again. Couldn't form words anymore. Just sounds.
I started fucking her ass.
Her screams turned to gasps. Then moans.
She's adjusting.
I reached around. Found her clit again.
Rubbed.
She went rigid.
"No—I can't cum again—I can't—"
"You will."
I fucked her ass harder. Faster. Rubbed her clit in rhythm.
She came.
Different this time. Deeper. Her whole body locking up, ass clamping around me so tight I couldn't move, a flood of liquid gushing from her pussy, soaking my hand, the sheets, everything.
Squirting.
While I was buried in her ass.
I kept going. Chasing my own orgasm now. Using her ass. Feeling it squeeze me with every thrust.
I grabbed her throat from behind. Pulled her upright. Back against my chest. Cock still buried deep in her ass.
Squeezed her throat. Cut off her air.
Her hands came up weakly. Grabbing my wrist. Just holding.
I fucked her ass from below.
Felt my orgasm building. Pressure coiling at the base of my spine.
I thrust once more. Twice.
Buried to the hilt in her ass. Cock pulsing. Flooding her with cum. Wave after wave.
She convulsed. Went completely limp.
I released her throat.
She gasped desperately for air. Coughing. Shaking.
I pulled out slowly.
Cum immediately leaked from her ass. Running down between her legs. Mixing with the mess of piss and arousal already soaking her thighs.
She collapsed forward onto the bed.
I stepped back. Tucked my cock back into my pants. Zipped up.
She didn't move. Just lay there in the puddle of our mess. Cum running from her ass, chest heaving with ragged gasps.
I grabbed a cloth from the table. Wiped my hands.
"Mobilize your men," I said. "We move at dawn."
She made a sound. Might've been agreement.
I walked to the door. Unlocked it. Stepped outside.
The guards were waiting. Faces carefully neutral.
"The Elder needs rest," I said. "Don't disturb her for an hour."
They nodded.
I walked back toward the gate. Goliath fell into step beside me.
Behind me, I heard the Elder finally move. A wet sound. A groan.
Then silence.