Episode 1
Alita was lost.
Well, not lost exactly. She got separated from her group.
She felt like an idiot. It was a big deal that she was allowed to leave the sanctuary on her own.
She had grown up in the world of the undead. It was all she knew.
She saw glimpses of how the world used to be. Heard stories from the older members in the colony. But it felt like fantasy. Because her world was nothing like that in comparison.
Everything - the buildings, the streets, the homes - it was all in ruins. Reclaimed by nature.
People didn’t go to work. They didn’t go shopping. There were no phones. No internet. No means of communication.
But the worst of it all was the undead.
After so many years, a good portion of them began to rot. Their numbers died down. But they would never disappear completely. Because any time someone died, whether it be a natural death or unnatural, they came back. They always came back.
Alita’s group consisted of youngsters. Ages ranged from 16 to 20. All of them trying to prove themselves in the dangerous world they lived in.
So they were given a task.
And Alita felt like a failure.
They unknowingly stumbled upon a large hoard of the undead. How there were so many of them, Alita didn’t know. It was chaos, and she barely got out of there with her life.
Now, she was alone. Completely alone. She didn’t know where the others were. If they were okay. Her boyfriend was one of them. Porter. They had grown up together. First as friends, then their friendship blossomed into something more.
After this task, they were going to make it official. She’d been waiting for the right time to give herself to him. She wanted to prove that she was a capable member of their society. Prove she was finally an adult.
She felt like that would be the perfect time for the both of them.
Now, she didn’t even know if he was alive.
Please let him be alive, she thought to herself.
She made her way through the woods. Beneath her feet was pavement. Where a road used to be, most likely. It was now overgrown with grass and weeds.
She passed by a heap of metal. What was left of a car was covered by undergrowth. It was barely recognizable.
With her blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, and her pack on her back, she looked down at a compass. The plan if they got separated was to head back to their camp. Their camp was set up a few miles outside the sanctuary. That’s where she was trying to go.
But she had gotten turned around in the chaos. What if she couldn’t find her way back? What if she really didn’t have what it took to survive out in the world?
Was this a mistake?
She let out a sigh and dropped her hand. She shook her head. She had to stay strong. She had trained for this. She knew what to do. And she knew how to find her way back.
She’d be fine.
Everyone else was fine, too.
She’d see them again. Soon enough.
She knew the camp was southeast, so that’s the direction she would go. She had a small pistol at her hip. In her pack was a machete. She knew how to use both. She had food that would last her a few days. Tools to help her with any problem she might face.
She was prepared.
She could do this.
Letting out a deep breath, she strode forward. She kept alert. She hoped for maybe some signs of the others. But there was nothing. Nothing but the sounds of nature.
At least she had left the undead herd behind.
As she walked, she wondered how there were so many. Had someone in a big group died, then turned all the others? Or were they killed? Killed by another group?
In the world Alita grew up in, people were just as dangerous as the undead. Long gone were the days of helping your neighbor. With the loss of civilization, people had grown cold and selfish. There were no laws to keep everyone in place. People could do what they wanted. They could steal, and they could kill, and there were no consequences.
It was entirely possible another group killed those people. That was reason enough for her to stay on her toes. Those same people could be out there. While she was alone and vulnerable.
She walked for what felt like hours. It was beginning to get dark and still there were no signs of anyone. She couldn’t travel in the dark. She was going to have to spend the night on her own.
Pausing, she took in her surroundings. Nothing but trees and brush. She’d be lucky to find a shelter. She’d have to set up a tent instead.
She walked for some time more until she found a suitable area. It was a clearing. There was some type of old machinery sitting nearby. Surrounding it were remnants of a structure. Possibly what used to be a barn. It was so dilapidated that most of it had fallen down.
She removed her pack and began pulling out her tent. It didn’t take her long to get it set up. She created a small fire and sat by the flames to warm up before she turned in for the night. It was early fall and already the air had grown colder.
Tomorrow, she hoped she would make her way back to camp. She also hoped her boyfriend was alive. If something happened to him…
She shook her head.
She needed to stop having thoughts like that.
Everything was fine.
Everything was going to be fine.
She snuffed out the fire and crawled into her tent. Her gun was on one side of her sleeping bag and her machete was on the other. She snuggled into the thick fabric and shut her eyes.
She wasn’t sure how long she’d been asleep when a rustling woke her. It sounded like footsteps. Multiple footsteps. There were people outside of her tent. They had a light. She could see shadowy figures closing in on her.
“What do we have here, boys?”
“Looks like someone’s camping out.”
“Sure does.”
“Not the best place to set up a camp, though.”
“Not smart to start a fire either. Anyone could see it.”
“Yeah, like us.”
Alita’s hand slowly crept out of the sleeping bag and gripped the handle of her gun.
“Whoever’s in the tent, you wanna come out nice and slow like. We have you surrounded. And we ain’t about playing nice, if you get what I mean.”
Alita could hear the pounding of her heart inside her head. What was she supposed to do? She wasn’t sure how many of them were out there, but it sounded like at least four or five. She could see their figures through the thin fabric of her tent. There was no way she could take them all. Maybe she’d get off a few shots but that would be it. They’d kill her for sure.
“What… what do you want?” she said nervous, her fingers gripping the gun tightly.
“Holy shit, we hit the jackpot, boys! It’s a girl!”
“Damn, we haven’t run into a girl in a long time.”
“Too fucking long.”
“Com’on out here, girl. We ain’t gonna hurtcha.”
Alita had a sinking feeling in her gut. She didn’t believe them. She knew better. You couldn’t trust strangers. And the way these men were talking, it wasn’t hard to figure out they were up to no good.
“I-I got a gun! Just leave me alone,” she said. She tried to sound tough, serious, yet there was a fear in her tone. She couldn’t hide it. She was scared and she didn’t know how to get herself out of this mess.
“Yeah? We got guns too. Lots of ’em. So what do you think your chances are?”
Alita breathed out a shaky breath. Think, Alita, THINK.
“My group’s not far out. If anything happens to me, they’ll come looking. And they’re not the forgiving type. My… my dad, he’s one of the leaders. He’ll make you pay.”
One of the men laughed. It caused a chain reaction of laughter from the others. They didn’t believe her bluff. Or they didn’t care. Shit.
“If you got a group, why are you out there alone?”
Alita didn’t have an answer to that question. There was no way she was telling these men the truth.
“I’m not alone. The others will be here any minute.”
“Yeah?” said the man. “Let’s see ’em then. I can wait. What about you guys? You got time?”
“I got all the time in the world, Rand.”
“Yeah, me too. I can stay here all night.”
Cold sweat dripped down Alita’s forehead. Nothing was working. They didn’t believe her. She was going to have to shoot her way out of this and there was no way she could make it out alive. She was dead for sure.
“Just let me go. If you leave, no one will get hurt. But if you try to force me out of this tent, just know, I’m coming out shooting. I’ll take at least one of you down with me. I swear it,” she said, in one last attempt to scare them.
“I got men to spare,” said Rand. His voice was deep and raspy.
“What the fuck, Rand?” said another man’s voice. His tone was higher pitched.
“She ain’t gonna do shit, Huey. She probably doesn’t even have a gun,” another man said.
“Well, I ain’t pulling her out on the off chance she does,” said Huey.
“No one’s gonna pull her out. She’s gonna come out on her own, aren’t you, girlie? Because if you don’t, there’s no fucking way you’re getting out of this alive,” Rand said.
“Maybe not. But if I take at least one of you down with me, then I won’t die for nothing,” she said, standing her ground.
“But if you come out peacefully, you don’t have to die at all. What’s with all this hostility? Not one of us said we’re going to hurt you.”
“Do you think I’m stupid?” she said.
This brought out more laughter from the group.
“Okay, boys, she’s not stupid. So how do we get her out?”
“I got an idea,” said a man she hadn’t heard before. His voice sounded calm and collected.
Alita held the gun in front of her, ready to shoot anyone that tried to open her tent flap. But no one tried to open it. Through the fabric, she could see what looked like a flame appear. Someone had lit a torch. Then they tossed it at her tent.
Alita shrieked as her tent suddenly caught fire. She had no choice then, she had to go out. She quickly reached for her machete, and with the blade in one hand and the gun in the other, she slowly came out of the tent.
The men hadn’t been lying when they said she was surrounded. There were at least five of them. All older men, around her dad’s age. Their eyes widened when they caught sight of her.
“Holy shit…”
“I can’t believe it.”
“She’s fucking young!”
Alita nervously aimed her gun at each of them, while the blade was gripped firmly in her hand. “Stay back!”
“Hey, calm down. You have to forgive my men. It’s just… well, we haven’t seen a girl as young as you in a long fucking time. How old are you?” asked Rand.
“19. And just because I’m young doesn’t mean I can’t defend myself!” she said quickly. She had a hard look on her face, but inside she was very much freaking out.
Rand chuckled. He was a tall man. Much taller than Alita. He was bulky, too. Not exactly fat but wide. He had a very intimidating stature. The beard on his face only added to that.
“I’m sure you can. But why don’t you just lower the gun, so we can talk?” said Rand.
“Talk about what?! Just let me go!” Alita said, feeling more and more panicked. She could sense the men moving in around her. She turned and quickly aimed her gun at a man on her right.
“Easy now, easy,” said Rand. “That’s not gonna get you anywhere.”
“Oh yeah?” said Alita. In one swift movement, she swung the machete at a man on her left. “I’m not messing around! Let me go!”
Rand frowned. “You can’t say I didn’t try. Take her down.”
Alita’s eyes grew wide. She swung the machete again and moved the gun, aiming at each of them. The next thing she knew, she felt someone against her back. Hands found her arm, the one holding the gun. She struggled and pulled the trigger. The shot went off into the air. She swung the machete again and this time it landed a hit.
“SHIT!” yelled out one of the men. Blood poured from the wound on his arm.
She tried to swing again, this time aiming for his neck, but another hand caught her other arm, and before she knew it, she was being forced to the ground.
The gun was wrestled from her grip and kicked away. The machete was taken from her as well. In the background, she could hear what sounded like water being poured over fire. But she could hardly focus on that because she was too busy trying to fight the men off. Trying and failing. They were much bigger than her, and much stronger.
“Let me go!!” she screamed.
“Not gonna happen,” said Rand. “I gave you the easy way out. You didn’t take it.”
“You were never going to let me go!” she yelled as she struggled against the ones holding her down.
Rand laughed. “Maybe not. But now one of my guy’s is bleeding. You’re going to have to pay for that.”
“Fuck that bitch up! She damn near took my arm off!”
Alita turned her head towards the wounded guy. His arm was nearly covered in red. Even with his hand covering the wound, blood was still pouring out. That should have made her feel satisfied, but it did the opposite. What were they going to do to her?!
“Nah, I’m not gonna fuck her up, Phil. Not in that way at least,” said Rand. He stepped over to where they were holding her down and squatted to her level. “What we got here is a fucking miracle, boys. A 19 year old girl. When’s the last time you guys saw a girl this young? Hell, I didn’t even think it was possible for a kid to grow up in this hell hole. But somehow, this one did, and I sure as shit ain’t letting a prize like this get away.”
Alita looked up at the older man and her skin started to crawl. The way he was looking at her, the words he was saying… It was like she was a hunk of meat. Or maybe some golden fucking egg like in that nursery rhyme she read when she was a kid. He wasn’t looking at her as a person. She was a prize. His prize. And that terrified her.
“Please, just let me go. My group, they will come looking for me. They won’t stop until they find me,” she pleaded, one last time.
“Let ’em come. Because I can tell you this right now, Sweet Cheeks, you’re not going fucking anywhere…” Rand reached towards her face and she hastily turned her head away. He roughly grabbed her cheeks and made her look at him. “You’re mine now, do you hear me? Better to accept it now rather than later. Take her clothes off.”
Alita’s eyes bulged out of her head. “What?! NO!”
She squirmed and struggled as the three men restraining her went about removing her clothes. At one point, she managed to get a hand free. She punched a man with glasses right square in the nose. He groaned as blood poured out of his nostrils. Some of it landed on her. In return for that hit, she received a backhand to the face that left her briefly stunned. Getting the rest of the clothes off of her was much easier after that smack.
She could feel the cold ground beneath her bare back. Her naked tits rose and fell with her heavy breathing. All eyes were on her nude body. She couldn’t bear to look at any of them. She wanted to wake up. She wanted this all to be some kind of bad dream. Or better yet, she wished Porter would show up. Put a hole in each and every one of these perverted asshole’s heads.
Neither of those things happened.
“Damn, look how taut her body is. She sure beats those saggy bitches we got back home,” said one of the men.
“Tell me about it,” said another. It was Huey. “She ain’t even got any scars. Her skin is flawless!”
“She’s perfect,” said Rand. He squatted down beside her again. His hand found her naked tit and gave it a squeeze. Alita grit her teeth and tightly kept her eyes shut. “She’s got a nice rack. A curvy waist. And being as young as she is, I bet that twat ain’t seen much action. If any at all, am I right, Sweet Cheeks?”
Alita didn’t answer him. She wasn’t going to admit that she was a virgin. She wasn’t going to do anything that might make her seem more tempting to these men. She wished now she had actually fired off some shots while she was in the tent. She’d rather them kill her than whatever it was they had in store for her right now.
“Not so talkative now, huh?” asked Rand. His hand left her tit and trailed down her stomach. His fingertips trickled over her skin, teasing her stomach, before going lower. Alita tried to close her legs but callused hands held her legs apart. When unwelcome fingers dipped into her public hair, she let out a whine.
“Don’t think she’s into it, Rand,” chuckled Huey.
“No?” said Rand. “Bet I can get her to come around.”
“I think we can all get her to come around,” said another man in a suggestive tone.
“I want to be the one that fucks her!” said the man with the busted nose. His voice was strained and his eyes were squinted. “She fucking broke my nose! I need to teach her a lesson!”
“You? She… she cut up my arm…” said Phil. His skin was pale from the blood loss.
“Shut the fuck up!” said Rand suddenly. It made Alita jump. “Just shut the fuck up. No one’s fucking touching her right now but me. And when I’m done with her, she’s gonna be begging for my cock.”
Huey scoffed. “Rand, you can’t keep a sweet thing like that all to yourself. You know the rules. We share the goods.”
With those words, Alita felt a new hand on her chest. This one groped her much rougher than Rand had and pinched her nipple. He pinched it hard enough to cause her pain. She whined again and tried to shove him off, but her arms were pinned firmly to the ground.
“And who the fuck made those rules?” snapped Rand. He swiftly smacked Huey’s hand away from her. “Me, that’s who. So if you want your shot at this, you fucking wait your turn.”
“Ow, jeez,” muttered Huey. He rubbed his arm where Rand hit him. “Fine. Let’s see it then. Make the bitch squeal for your cock.”
“Don’t mind if I do,” said Rand, arrogance in his tone.
Alita was mortified by what was happening. She tried to come up with a solution to make them stop. Any possible way she could get out of this. But she was quite literally stuck. They had her pinned down. She was naked and vulnerable. She had no weapons. She had no one to save her. And now this sadistic asshole was saying he could make her beg for his cock. Like hell that was happening.
She wouldn’t under normal circumstances, and there was no way she’d ever betray her boyfriend.
No, he was dreaming. Nothing he could do would make her beg for it. She didn’t want his filthy cock anywhere near her!
During the conversation with the men, Rand had removed his hand from between her thighs, but with those arrogant words, his hand cupped her sensitive mound. She squirmed in response. Not because it felt good, but because it was uncomfortable. She’d only experienced her boyfriend’s hand between her legs. She didn’t want this disgusting older man touching her!
But it didn’t matter what she wanted. She couldn’t make him stop. All she could do was lie there as he molested her. First, he just cupped her slit, rubbing the length of his fingers against her delicate folds. Then he grew bolder. His fingers began caressing her. Playing with her folds. Massaging them, spreading them apart, one thick finger tickling her warm entrance.
Alita shook her head and whined in desperation. It felt so gross being touched by a complete stranger. She wanted him to stop!
“Stop! Stop touching me!” she said, lifting her head from the dirt ground to look down at him. She locked eyes with the creep. Her stare was full of daggers. She felt so many different emotions. But right now, she was hit with sudden rage. She wanted to kill this man. She had never wanted to kill someone as badly as she wanted to kill him right now!
“What was that you were saying, Rand? She’d be begging for it?” laughed Huey.
Rand shot him a glare. “I ain’t fucking done yet, am I?”
Rand pulled his hand away and lowered himself to the ground. Alita wasn’t sure what he was about to do. When he moved his head between her legs, it became more obvious.
“No, don’t!” she said quickly. She had experienced fingering before, but Porter had only tried eating her out once. It… wasn’t very good. She didn’t like it. And she certainly wasn’t going to like this creep doing it to her!
“You said not to touch you, Sweet Cheeks. You didn’t say anything about licking…” With those words, Rand’s warm tongue brushed over her silky folds, and that action sent a rush of warm sensations over her body.
Alita’s breath caught. Her hands balled into fists. She shook her head again. “I mean it! Stop!”
But Rand had no intentions of stopping. The stroke of his tongue was slow and tantalizing. It was similar to a painter where Rand’s tongue was his brush. Like a paint brush, each stroke was precise. It lathered her sensitive slit, covered her pussy in his warm saliva. And that warm rush that ran over her body was getting warmer…
And hotter…
Alita was confused. Because the longer Rand lapped at her pussy, the more she was starting to… like it. It started to feel good. But why would it feel good? When it hadn’t with her boyfriend? Shouldn’t she have liked it with him and not this sick creep?!
“I said STOP!” she shouted, feeling conflicted.
Rand didn’t listen. The opposite actually. She told him to stop and he grew more vigorous. Those slow brush strokes changed into something more forceful and determined. He was no longer teasing and massaging, his tongue dipped inside of her. When he pulled it out, he flicked the tip of it against her most sensitive button.
That was it.
Alita couldn’t hold back.
“Ohh…” she breathed ever so quietly as a rush of pleasure overtook her rational mind. Why did it feel so good?! What was this man doing to her?!
“Holy shit,” said Huey. “He fucking did it! Did you guys hear that?! Make her moan louder, Rand! You got her going now!”
A rush of heat spread over Alita’s face. She was embarrassed. She didn’t even mean for that moan to come out! It just happened! She couldn’t even stop it!
“What’d I tell you, boys?” said Rand, as he came up for air. “Sweet Cheeks just can’t resist, can you, girl? Well, that’s fine. I haven’t tasted a pussy this fresh since before the outbreak.”
Rand lowered his face back to her cunt and picked up where he left off. He lapped roughly at her opening, forcing his tongue into her sweet cavern before pulling it back out and stimulating her clit with several rough flicks. It was enough to drive Alita wild. But she didn’t want to moan again. She didn’t want to give these men the satisfaction!
She bit down on her lip. She bit it so hard that it started to bleed. Yet try as she might, she could not help the way her body was reacting. The way her pussy was reacting. Natural lubricant flooded her loins. Her folds swelled with arousal. Her breathing was picking up fast.
Being as young and inexperienced as she was left her super responsive. She had never received this kind of attention from a man before. Her inexperienced boyfriend learning how to eat her out for the first time was nothing compared to this mature man that knew exactly what he was doing.
It was… too much.
Way too much for the virgin teenage girl.
She tried so hard to fight it, but it was no use. Rand was stimulating her in the most pleasurable of ways. Pushing her into a state of bliss. Pushing her to a very powerful orgasm.
When it hit, her mouth came open and a moan mixed with a desperate and conflicted whine escaped her. More sounds of pleasure followed. Until she was gasping and moaning as her innocent little body was pummeled with extremely pleasurable sensations.
Clapping surrounded her. It was mixed with cheers.
“Shit, look at her!”
“She’s loving it!”
“Damn, she looks so fucking hot!”
“You did it, Rand! You made her cum!”
Alita was still coming to terms with what just happened to her when Rand pulled away. He wiped his face off with the back of his arm and moved onto his knees. A smug look on his face.
“What’d I tell you? Now, she’s ready for my cock, aren’t you, Sweet Cheeks?” he said, looking down at her like she was some kind of conquest.
Although Alita felt incredible, she hadn’t lost herself. What happened wasn’t something she wanted. It was out of her control. She was young, inexperienced, and extremely responsive. But she didn’t want it. And she didn’t want his dick either!
“I… I don’t want you… anywhere… near me…” she said, through her still heavy breaths.
“Now, that’s not what your pussy’s saying, is it? Look at her boys. She’s dripping wet!” he said. He scooped some of her lubricant out with his fingers and showed his men.
“Yeah, bitch just doesn’t want to admit it,” said one of the men.
“But I bet she won’t be complaining when you stick it inside of her,” said Huey with a laugh.
“Let me do it, Rand. You got her going. Let me fuck her,” said the guy with the busted nose.
“That’s right, Benny, I did get her going. I got her wet and ready for my cock. Best you can do is watch and take lessons,” said Rand.
His hands found his belt. He unbuckled it and unzipped his pants. As he was getting out of his clothing, panic came over Alita. It didn’t matter what she said, this was going to happen. But… but… she’d never had sex before! What if it hurt?! She couldn’t let this happen. She had to do something!
“You… you got what you wanted, okay? I… I liked it… But you can stop now. You don’t have to… I… Don’t do this…” she pleaded.
Rand pushed his underwear down. “You keep saying no… but your body’s saying yes. Don’t worry, Sweet Cheeks, I’ll fuck you good. I’ll fuck you so good, you won’t ever want another man’s cock.”
“Noo…” Alita whined. With his underwear out of the way, her eyes fell on his dick. It looked huge. Maybe that was just because she had never seen one before. She had nothing to compare it to, and that only made her feel more afraid. “Please!”
“Look at that, boys, she’s begging me after all. Better give her what she wants,” said Rand with an arrogant smirk on his face.
The older man climbed over top of her. Alita felt smothered. She tried to push him off, but her arms were still being restrained by the others. She turned her head away only to meet eyes with one of them, and the sick look on his face made her turn back to Rand.
Above her, he was smiling down. Not in a warm, loving way, but in a crazy kind of way. It scared her. What scared her even more was when he reached between their bodies. He gripped his cock and pressed the bulbous head against her wet entrance.
Again, Alita tried to get away. She tried to scoot away from his cock. The hands holding her down held tighter.
With his dick lined up, Rand thrusted his hips forward and buried his length inside of her virgin pussy.
“OH!” Alita squealed in both pain and surprise. In an instant, she was filled to the brim with Rand’s cock. In just one thrust, she lost her virginity. She lost it to a creepy stranger, not her beloved boyfriend.
She felt guilty. And ashamed.
Would Porter forgive her for this? Would he be able to look at her the same?
Thoughts of her boyfriend filled her head as Rand started fucking her.
“Shit, boys, she’s tight…” he said. He started out slow. He pulled his huge cock most of the way out of her tight hole before forcing it slowly back in, giving her pussy lips time to adjust to his girth.
As he fucked her, she could feel her pussy stretching. Her vaginal lips wrapped tightly around his pole while her inner walls were forced to accept his meaty girth. Never before had there been something inside of her. It was a strange feeling.
Alita was feeling all kinds of strange things.
Guilt, shame, fear…
Disgust, anger, rage.
But as the older man fucked her, it also started to feel good.
Maybe not at first. At first it was painful. She wasn’t given time to ease into the fucking. He just forced it inside of her with one rough thrust. Yet after a while, the pain subsided. Because, like it or not, her body had been prepared for this. Rand had prepared her with his tongue. And her fertile and responsive body was more than ready for his cock.
While the other men watched, Rand picked up the pace.
His hips pumped faster. Alita could feel his dick as it slipped quickly in and out of her sleek cavern. The faster he forced it in and out of her, the better it started to feel.
Without thinking about it, she started rocking her hips to meet his thrusts.
Also without thinking about it, she started to pant.
Sweat began to break out over her body. Her nipples grew hard. She could feel the little pink pebbles against his hairy and sweaty chest, and somehow that felt good too.
Soon enough, she was moaning in pleasure as the older man thoroughly fucked her. She couldn’t help herself. It felt so good. So fucking good. She never imagined it would feel this good!
“That’s it, Sweet Cheeks. You love it, don’t you?” Rand panted from above her.
Alita didn’t respond to him. Maybe… maybe in the moment, she did love it, but deep down, she knew what this was. It was unwanted. And when it was all over, she wasn’t going to be begging for more like he wanted. She was going to kill him.
If given the chance, she’d kill every last one of them.
Rand moved faster still. The fleshy, wet sounds of their joining echoed over the woods. His dick pumped in and out of her virgin hole with a purpose and one purpose alone. To cum inside her. To fill her with his seed.
An intense orgasm erupted through her. The strongest sensations started at her pussy then quickly radiated over the rest of her.
She was screaming.
Screaming in pleasure as her tight little pussy convulsed and quaked around Rand’s thick dick. She inadvertently milked the older man to completion.
“OHHhh…” groaned Rand from above her. His body tensed, his hips stopped, and Alita could feel something warm spread inside of her.
She was too inexperienced to realize what it was. In the moment, she thought it felt good. It felt right.
Minutes later, it was over and Rand was pulling out of her. She was left on the ground, a sweaty and used mess. She didn’t even realize the men had let her go. That was the first time she was fucked, and she was feeling so many new and strange sensations.
“Look here,” said Rand. “She was a virgin. Little Sweet Cheeks just got some dick for the first time!”
Alita looked up at him, and he was showing his bloody fingers to the rest of the men.
“Damn, man, you get all the good pussy!” said Huey, sounding jealous.
“Shit, a fucking virgin?! I can’t believe it!”
“Alright, you had your fun, now it’s my turn!” said Benny with the busted nose.
He stepped over to her, and Alita quickly curled into a defensive ball. Were they all going to fuck her now?! She couldn’t stand that!
“Benny, back off!” said Rand. He yanked his clothes back on and quickly got to his feet. “You’ll get your turn. But right now, let’s get her back to the stadium. We’re vulnerable out here. And if she really does have a group that’ll come looking for her, we need to be prepared to take them out.”
Benny scoffed. “We can fucking take them. Just like we took out that other group.”
“Not with your busted nose and… shit, is Phil dead?” Rand asked, looking over at the guy with the bloody arm.
The others turned their attention to him. He was on the ground, slumped over. No life in his eyes. Then he started to groan. An inhuman groan that only the undead made.
A gunshot sounded off, startling Alita.
“He’s dead now,” said Rand with no remorse whatsoever. He reached down and grabbed Alita’s arm.
When she was pulled to her feet, she noticed her legs felt weak. Her pussy felt weird too, like it was… oddly… empty. It was a feeling she couldn’t describe but before she could think long about it, Rand was throwing her naked body over his shoulder.
With a slap on her ass that caused her to jump, he said, “Let’s get you to your new home, Sweet Cheeks. You’re gonna love it.”
