Apocalypses require alliances

"Do it," Grant says with a sigh. Mel flushes beet-red, while Olivia just nods resignedly and begins to peel off her top.

"R-Really?" Mel asks. She sounds miserable at the prospect of being stripped twice in the same day.

"His house, his rules," Grant says firmly. Mel, with far greater **** than Olivia, begins to pull her t-shirt over her head.

Grant watches Noah closely as Olivia and Mel strip down to their skin. The other man is clearly getting off on humiliating them, and enjoying the show to boot. But he makes no move toward the women as they strip, just giving them a smile and a nod as he gestures to a side table in his hall. "Go on, you can leave your clothes there until you leave. Wouldn't want 'em walking off out here, haha." As the women bundle their clothing onto the table, he adds, "Stay on all fours and you can follow Grant here wherever he wants." Olivia rolls her eyes slightly but descends to her hands and knees; Mel follows suit with tears in her eyes.

The women follow Grant as Noah leads him down the hall and into the living room. "Take a seat, my man. Mi casa su casa." Noah plops down on the middle of the couch with a contented sigh and Grant sits in an arm chair across the coffee table from him. Noah's furniture is fairly nice; he must have a decent income. Or he had one, rather, before. Olivia and Mel kneel on either side of Grant, Olivia sitting there calmly, upright, while Mel hunches forward slightly as though trying to minimize her presence and shield her breasts from Noah's roving gaze. "So, tell me, bro: what's got you going door-to-door here, huh?"

"I'm just trying to see if everyone's doing ok," Grant says warily. "Just, you know...get the lay of the land."

"Uh-huh. Checkin' to see who's claimed already and who's gonna give us a hard time about it, huh? SLUT!" Noah bellows suddenly. There's a jingle from the hallway, and a woman crawls in. Grant's eyes widen as he recognizes Cindy from earlier. The full-bodied blonde is now totally nude, her breasts swinging pendulously beneath her and her curvy ass swaying as she hurries on all fours toward her master. With every shuffle small bells clipped to her nipples tinkle. Noah grins as he fishes his half-erect cock from his boxers. "This one's taken, but I can't blame you for checking." As Cindy arrives and kneels between his legs, he pulls her head roughly forward by the hair and she wraps her lips around his thick member, gazing up at him adoringly as she begins to energetically slobber on his shaft.

"I'm...I'm not..." Grant clears his throat, both embarrassed and distracted by the way that Cindy is lewdly slurping and gagging on Noah's prick. He can feel Mel trembling beside him, and Olivia's deliberately steady, measured breathing. He can feel his own cock stirring in his pants. "I'm not trying to take anything. Just trying to make sure that we're all...secure."

"Huh." Cindy is pulled off Noah's cock with a gasp, and she kneels between his legs, chest heaving and drool hanging from her mouth, as he sneers down at her. "Gotta tell you man, I feel more secure than I have in years. Always knew - deep down - that this was how it was meant to be. The Source is right; modern world's a perversion. Look at this fuckin' whore!" He slaps Cindy lightly in the face, then laughs and smacks her breast, getting a musical jingle. "Women are soft, weak...made to be fuckin' conquered, man. The Source just put things back to the way they always should've been. Way our fathers and grandfathers had it." He pulls her forward again and she eagerly begins to suck. "I've been just sittin' here...teaching this little slut her place. Enjoyin' it too, but...you're out ahead of me. I give you that." He lets out a grunt of mingled effort and pleasure as he holds Cindy's head and thrusts upward into her mouth, making her ****. "Fuck, yeah! Fancy yourself some kinda leader, huh?"

"I...I suppose so," Grant says, shifting uncomfortably in his chair.

"Whatcha think about this, huh? Nice change, right?" Noah grins.

The memory of Olivia bobbing up and down on his cock swims into Grant's mind, and he lets out a steadying breath. His cock is straining against his pants, now. "....Way of the world, I guess. Now."

Noah grins. "That's the God's honest." He chuckles, leaning back and keeping one hand on Cindy's head as she continues to slobber on his rod. "Well, Grant. If you're trying to make sure the building's to your liking...you'll need help with that. And not just the bitches, either. You said you were too good to go out hunting with me...fine. But you seem like you have a good head on your shoulders, and I respect the hustle. So as long as you don't try to mess with me or my bitches...because I do plan to acquire more bitches...you can count on me to support you. Huh? We can be the dos hermanos, heh heh."

Grant doesn't trust this jerk as far as he could throw him - which, given his size, isn't very far. But he remembers Mary's warning - everyone in this world will need allies. So he swallows, nods, and maintains eye contact with Noah. "All right, then. Thanks."

A sly grin crosses Noah's face. "What say we make it official, huh?" He tightens his grip on Cindy's hair, pulling her up again and giving her face another light slap as she gasps. "Listen up, whore! Grant looks like he could use some relief...I want you to crawl over there and give him the best blowjob of his life now, yeah? Pretend that's me you're sucking on. You do a good job and I might stuff your needy cunt later. Otherwise..." He shrugs. "Extra whipping, I guess."

"Whoa, you - you don't need to - " Grant protests as Cindy hurries on her hands and knees around the table to him. Olivia and Mel stir as she approaches, as though concerned she might attack, but she just looks up at him from a position between his legs. Her blue eyes are wide, almost frantic, and her flushed face and trembling lips are hypnotic.

"P-Please," she says hoarsely, eyes genuinely pleading as she brushes a strand of curly blonde hair out of her face. "Please, master. Let me suck your cock?"

"Go on and let her, bro, it's all the whore's good for," Noah says with a laugh. He's idly stroking himself, watching with a smirk. "Or are you too chickenshit?"

Grant hesitates a second longer. Well...I guess, when in Rome... he thinks. A dark part of him whispers that the truth is that he just wants this, but he pushes the thought away. This is...strategic. Yeah. I need Noah on my side. "Go on then," he says breathlessly.

"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!" Cindy gasps. Leaning forward, she frantically undoes his pants and pulls them and his underpants down in one sharp motion. She seizes the base of his cock with one hand as he springs free, already hard, and Grant groans as she plunges her mouth down around his shaft, swallowing half his length in one go. Warm, wet heat envelops him, driving any thoughts of hesitation from his brain. He gasps as Cindy pulls back, sucking on him for all she's worth, and begins to bob up and down.

"Haha, that's right...best use of 'em," Noah says with a grin. "Mi casa su casa, like I said...my whore, your whore. Course," he says with a gleam in his eye, "the polite thing to do'd be help me out with this hard-on, here. You got two sexy bitches there I wouldn't mind a spin with...I'd love to break that shy little girl on my dick, hahaha!" He grins and raises an eyebrow at Grant, waiting for a response as Grant groans, gripping the arms of the chair while Cindy ministers to him.