The Apocalypse

24

The couple had discussed everything, and Maurits had reassured her that he wouldn't meet his demise because of her. In return, she had to pledged never to leave him. Maeve, the sweet girl, had nodded vigorously, readily agreeing to whatever the man said, hoping to avoid any anger or displeasure from him.
""Can we go horse riding?" she asked; it was the first complete sentence she had uttered since the ordeal the night before.
"We have to attend a monthly meeting discussing laws and necessities as a scouting group, regardless," he replied, kissing her forehead before turning back to the mirror to comb his hair.
"I can go ride alone. I promise I won't get hurt," she quickly proposed. He snorted dismissively. "No."
She huffed and fell backward onto the bed. She just wanted to do something fun.
"Is my girl getting an attitude?" he inquired, turning to face her. He looked down at her, and she visibly swallowed. After a moment, she quickly shook her head.
"No? I think so." He replied stepping closer. His hands went around her thighs and spread them apart.
"Should I fuck that attitude out of you, my darling?" He asked her his hands cupping her clothed pussy with deliberate care. Her breath hitched as she nodded slowly turned on by his words. He rubbed her clit and felt a wet patch form in her panties.
"I think not." He quickly said standing back up retreating his hand. "I think letting you unreleased will be far beter for punishments"
She whimpered, shaking her head, her eyes blinking rapidly as she tried to comprehend what had just happened.
"Be a good girl for me today, and you might get a release," he told her before pulling her to stand.
"Stop pouting," he ordered, grabbing her lips with his thumb.
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"We're low on fire matches, good working knives, batteries, and toilet paper," one of the ladies reported. Maeve, with her head against Maurits's shoulder, played rock-paper-scissors with Sophie.
"Specific requests: a Christmas tree, hair ties, a clock, and sunglasses around four," Johnny noted.
"Now on to the crime and law department," Johnny called out loudly.
"I won," Maeve happily declared, having not won in seven rounds. Maurits smiled down at her, and Sophie acted as if she had lost a great war.
"People are getting too lax with the no-stealing rule. If anyone catches anyone, you have two options: lose a hand or die by a bullet," Johnny sternly informed the group. The meeting, held in the big hall, was surrounded by massive guys with guns on every side to keep the group at ease. The discussions covered various concerns and strategies, ensuring the survival town's residents were well-prepared for the challenges they faced in their post-apocalyptic environment. The atmosphere in the meeting hall was tense, yet the collective determination to thrive in the midst of adversity was palpable.
It went on for two more hours and it concluded with that the scouting group was leaving tomorrow.
"A-again?" She whispered looking up at Maurits who nodded at her words.
"It will be fun!" Sophie said with a big smile.
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"No." She said holding onto the bed post while he had her legs and waist in a hold pulling her back wards trying to get her of the bed.
"Maeve!" He warned to her, her being naked is the only reason why he wasn't complaining to much.
"I don't want to go!" She replied shaking her hand. Maurits suddenly threw her on the bed grabbing her ankle. He pulled her back and latched his lips onto her pussy without warning. He licked between her folds before entering her.
She cried out grabbing his hair from the sudden sensation, his hand played with her clit before massaging her boobs. His wet tongue fucked her into oblivion, she felt his hand enter her as well making her pussy tighten around him. She began to grow increasingly wet as juices flowed out without being in her climax. Her breaths came out as gasp as she felt and excitement take over her body.
Her walls clenched around his tongue and he wasn't gonna let her come on his tongue. He hated that she came anywhere that wasn't on his dick. She arched her back when he pushed his thick cock inside of her tight pussy.
"Maurits." She whimpered in pure pleasure.
"Who do you belong to?" He asked pounding inside of her without a piece of kindness. He was making a point, a point to never defy him.
"Y-you." She whined biting her lips drawing blood from them. He began to roughly push on her clit making her shudder feeling the knot grow painfully in her stomach.
"To who do you never ever say no?" He growled as he leaned to her face his strokes long and punishing.
"You Maurits." She cried out while her finger nails pushed in his back.
"Good girl." He praised. "Then come with your owner." He bit in her neck as he pushed his seed deep inside of her. Mingling with her own slick juices. He rode out their high slowly before pulling out.
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Is it green?" Dylan asked Maeve, who was seated in the back of the truck. They had been on the road for an hour, passing the time playing the game "I spy with my little eye."
"Yes, that is what I said," she replied, nodding.
"Tree?" Sophie guessed, but Maeve shook her head.
"The truck?" Derek suggested, and again she shook her head. Answer after answer, and nothing seemed to be correct.
"My eyes," Maurits suddenly replied, and Maeve clapped her hands. She nodded happily, looking up at him through the rearview mirror.
"Not fair!" Derek huffed, glancing back at the road.
Maeve settled more into the back as Sophie slowly fell asleep. Maurits handed her something to read.
"Read something, darling," he said with a warm smile, causing Dylan to gag. Maeve looked at him in confusion, wondering why he would make such a sound.
"Don't focus on him," Maurits almost accusingly said to Maeve, who quickly shifted her attention to her book.
"Can't handle some competition?" Derek asked with a smirk, sharpening his knife in a provocative manner.
"I will cut you," Maurits threatened, his tone serious, though it only made Derek laugh and nod, seemingly unfazed.