Scavengers

I couldn't see. It was all swirls of gray and dark sillouettes. Someone gripped my pants and I felt them slide over my smooth, pale legs. The grunts and curses that my mind tried to process were definitely not those of the undead. Hot breath hit my face and neck as my legs splayed out, my body unable to defend itself after the crash.

"Hold her legs up, dammit! Yeah, that's it." I heard someone say as I felt a hot, pulsing cock slide along my pussy lips, probing and pressing a thick head into me. The world spun as I heard the clinking of someone digging through the car. "Fuck! This bitch is gorgeous!" the disembodied voice above me said as I felt my pussy spread and contract as he fucked me.

"Holy shit! This bitch has a damned machine gun in 'ere!" said a voice off to the side. My mind was starting to settle as I felt a man between my legs slam into me harder and harder. I tried to push him away, but my weak arms wouldn't make him budge. His thick cock slipped in and out of me over and over as I heard them ransack my car; stealing my guns and ammunition.

"D..don't.." I mumbled, pushing on his face as he fucked me. "Those are mine..." They chuckled as he started fucking me faster and faster. It was like an out of body experience. I could feel him inside of me, but it was like I was looking at it from a distance. He was white, covered in tattoos. He fended off my half-hearted attempts to push him away while another one held my ankles tightly. I could feel his balls slapping against my ass as he started to grunt. I started to struggle, and I felt his hand at my throat.

A faint whimper escaped my lips as I felt him dump his cum inside of me. He grunted and thrusted wildly as his runny white cum coated my pussy. When he pulled out, it ran down my tender lips and puddled on the cold concrete below. I turned my head, too weak to fight. I was worried I had a concussion; was worried they'd just shoot me after they were done.

The one holding my ankles was next. I was flipped over. My head exploded with pain and confusion as he pulled me back onto his rock-hard cock. My vision was starting to come back. The car doors were wide open. I saw that they had taken the ammo cans and the M4 and put it in a side-saddle to a motorcycle. I felt him slide into me as he held my hips in place with one hand and pressed my face against the blacktop, my smooth cheek being rubbed raw as he fucked me.

The one who had taken me first was stuffing his cock back into his pants as he made his way to the car. I started grunting as I was fucked mercilessly by a man who I'd never seen the face of; the liquid slap of my pussy against his skin filling the smoke and smut-filled roadway. He shifted his grip to the back of my neck. There was a third scavenger who was too shy, or ashamed, to watch what they were doing to me. It was then I realized that they hadn't even bothered to unbutton my jacket.

"Fuck..fuck my ass! Fuck my ass!" I whimpered. He stopped, and started laughing. I looked back over my shoulder as best I could, my cheek still resting on the concrete. I started thrusting backward against him, sending his cock deeper and deeper into my warm, wet hole. He let my neck go, and grabbed my hips so he could bury himself inside me. I was banking on the fact that my phermones would have clouded his judgement.

"See! I told you the bitches were just beggin' for it!" he said through his chuckles. I was rolled over, and he pushed my knees to my chest. I bit my lip, my vision clear now. With one hand, I cupped my breast as he put his cockhead at my asshole.

"Hard! Fuck it hard!" I begged. He grunted, and **** his cock slowly into my tight anal bud. I gasped, and roughly fondled my tits as he started sawing in and out of me. He whimpered and moaned as his cock filled me over and over. He closed his eyes and grunted, the cum in his balls rapidly churning and ready to explode. Slowly, I worked my hand into my jacket, and around the handle of the pistol.

The sound of the hammer being cocked froze him in place; his prick buried deep in my anus. "Dont move." I said through gritted teeth. I looked over, the one who had taken the rifle was still rummaging through the car and hadn't noticed anything was wrong. The other one was stunned. I pushed his head back with the barrel.

"How many women have you three done this to?" I asked, his cock still buried inside of me. He smirked, a grim realization that this is how he was going to die.

"All of em' that take that exit. Lots of nurses. Doctors, even." My eyes flared with indignation. He looked into them, and started sliding his cock deeper into me again. I don't know why I didn't pull the trigger. The crazed lust was still rampaging through his brain. I could feel his cock pulsing inside of me as my juices dripped from him back onto my bare flesh.

"And after you are done with them?" I asked as he buried himself all the way in. I felt his pubic hair tickle my soft ass, his warm balls on my skin. He started sliding it in and out, faster and faster, with the gun barrel pressed against his forehead. My breathing was getting deeper as he fucked my ass.

"We let em' go. We ain't animals." he said as he started grunting and thrusting.

"Jesus Christ!" I heard the first one say, finally seeing what was happening. I held his hair with one hand and pressed the barrel against his forehead as my breath started to quiver.

"Easy Dougie...Ugh!" he said, his balls contracting as my legs shook. A moan erupted from me as my body started to spasm. A ripple of pleasure pulsed through my body as I felt his wild thrusting cock explode inside of me. I pushed him over so he was on his back and buried my ass hard on this twitching, cumming member. I was panting as the orgasm ripped through me. The other were two stunned into silence and immobility.

Slowly, I slid my ass off of his cock. "Well, what do I do with you now?" I said, the gun still pressed against him face. His warm cum leaked down the backs of my thighs. He grinned.

"You fire that, you'll have hundreds of em' here in minutes. I don't think a woman in your position wants that, now do you?" I looked up. "Dougie" had his hand on the M4. I sighed, and made up my mind.