Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and in no way condones acts of sexual assault or violence. Its intended purpose is to be as entertaining and immersive for the reader as possible. All acts of sexual intercourse and play depicted in this story are preformed by consenting adults.

RULES OF THE HORNY APOCALYPSE

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It had been a little over a year since society came to a crashing end as men turned into sex craved animals. Charlotte was deep into No Man's Land, an area of forest that was highly infested with infected that would do anything to stuff their cocks into all of her holes and wipe her mind. She had been searching for a lost foraging party comprised mostly of women. Thinking that some other group of men had found them and retreated into the forest. She was on the right tracks. Finding signs of their presence within the forest. But this would be her last mission. Perhaps it was complacency, having never failed a rescue mission finally getting to her head. Maybe it was the overwhelming pressure of the situation. Having to track down the missing group, her senses on overdrive, making sure she didn't attract a hoard that would make quick work of her. Whatever it was, it was enough for her step right onto a snare trap that grabbed hold of her ankle, pulled her across an opening within the forest, striking her head against the ground as she was hoisted above it by a branch, knocking her out.

A man who was as calm as could be walked the forest floor and discovered the young woman within his trap. Slowly lowering her down and working quickly but efficiently. Intricately tying her wrists together in front of her and running through the branch above her for later. He kneeled next to her unconscious body and removed her weapons. He stopped to admire her beauty, running his hand over her face, caressing her cheek, brushing her hair behind her hair, and grazing her lips with his thumb. A simple groan of pain was all he needed to refocus himself, pulling out a knife and using it to relieve her of her clothing. Tearing piece by piece, slowly exposing more skin and tossing all the torn fabric to the side. Until there was nothing left except the panties on her bottom. He walked over to the rope by the tree to make her more presentable when she woke up. Hoisting her body up by her wrists until she was on the tip of her toes.

It wasn't much longer before Charlotte woke up from her slumber. Naturally she was upset about being restrained and stripped of her clothing and would've shouted, had the man standing by the rope not calmly placed his finger on his lips; strongly suggesting she stay quite. After all, they were both in No Man's Land. One wrong move and a hoard would be right on top of them. Step by step, he made his way in front of her so they could have a more practical conversation.

"Who are you? Where are the other women you monster?" Charlotte quietly demanded.

"Don't know what you're talking about. They're all probably brainless fuck machines by now. You just had the unfortunate circumstance of falling into one of my traps. Though I'll be honest. I wasn't expecting a fine specimen like you triggering it."

His voice was soft, but grainy. Sending shivers down Charlotte's spine. Everything about him triggered every early warning system she had. Not even sure she could trust a single word he just said. She had to pull her only trump card and hope that it would be enough to save her from this circumstance.

"Do you have any idea who you're talking to? Who you're messing with?"

"Please enlighten me."

The man had walked behind Charlotte, breathing into her ear. One hand placing itself on her hip, griping and squeezing ever so slightly. She tried to squirm and get him off to no avail.

"I'm a general of the new resistance, dedicated to rebuilding society. I've lead and soloed multiple rescue parties and never failed to bring my people back. If I go missing, they will surely send a group after me."

The man placed another hand on her hip and gliding his hands up her stomach from behind. She looked down in anger and frustration. Wanting to scream, to tell him to stop, but couldn't do to the unfortunate circumstance. Unable to do a thing as she saw his hands finding themselves on her breasts. Fondling them softly. Ever so slightly pinching her nipples between his finger and thumb. If this situation hadn't been so dire, she would almost think it was pleasant.

"I believe you." His hands stopped. His lips right next to her hear. "Now why don't you tell me who you were."

The man pinched Charlotte's nipples hard and pulling up. It took everything in her power not to scream and alert every infected man to her location. Her nipples were always sensitive and having them tortured like this was beyond what she was comfortable with. He stopped after what felt like an eternity. Allowing her to recuperate.

"What are you talking about?" Charlotte said under her breath in anger. "I'm a general of the- nggggggggggggh."

The man pulled at her nipples once again, only this time he expertly held both of her nipples together in one hand while the other slid down her body and began to rub her clit over her panties. Making it harder to not only scream out in pain, but moan in pleasure. He played with her body more and more until finally giving her another break. She couldn't possible take another round of this torment, knowing full well she'd alert a hoard.

"I was a professor..." Charlotte said as quietly as she could, breathing through the lingering pain. ".....at a university......"

"Impressive. Here's the deal Professor General."

He was no longer trying to stifle his voice. He took out a little rag and wrapped it around Charlotte's mouth, making sure she couldn't talk. He walked over to the end of the rope by the tree, grabbed and pulled at it. Hoisting Charlotte higher into the air. Her knot so intricate and strong that it didn't even hurt her wrists. She starting kicking, thinking she could get free somehow. She looked over to the man who fastened the rope as to make sure she couldn't fall back to the earth.

"Since I have all the cards. I'm going to make you this one and only offer. I want you to be mine. My personal and loyal little slave. You'd be safe and taken care of under my rule. All you have to do is serve me. Prepare me meals. Clean my home. Offer yourself. Be it pain or pleasure. Now, I'll only accept one answer, so you better think long and hard about the potential consequences."

These words cut through Charlotte's pride like a knife and made her blood boil with anger. She had become so renowned within her community. Having turned from a shy girl into a rugged survivalist. Making it through countless hoards of men and other survivors trying to make her a slave for their own amusement. And now here she was. Dangling feet off the ground and at the mercy of a man she really didn't want to be at the mercy of. It angered her so much it was impossible to think clearly. To think of the consequences. She was weak in that moment. Reactionary.

"Fuck off!" She muffled through her gag as loudly as possible. Not even thinking about who or what might've heard her.

"As you wish."

The man shrugged like he had just encountered a minor inconvenience and began to walk away. An action that confused Charlotte so much that her brain began to cool down. That's when she could hear them in the distance. The groaning. The sound of branches getting snapped. An ever encroaching sound getting louder and louder. Closer and closer. Haunting Charlotte to her very core. As she calmed down from his offer, reality began to set in. The man was her only hope from being fucked into a pleasurable oblivion. Surely she thought that he was bluffing. That he was forcing her had and making her beg to become his slave. It worked. She was screaming behind her gag for him to turn around. To cut her loose. Shouting as loud and clearly as possible that she'd suck his cock. Offer herself and become just a set of holes for him to use, but he didn't even turn his head a little. Never looked back. Simply kept walking, knowing there was another set of holes out there that would be smart enough to accept his offer without hesitation.

Charlotte screamed at him at the top of her lungs. Kicking into the air. Letting every living thing know where she was trying to get his attention. To get him to turn around. Long after he disappeared into the thick of the forest. The sound getting louder and louder until they emerged from the bushes. Men. Eyes completely whitened. Naked as they could be and hard cocks enhanced by the virus. And the smell of lust. The hunger for female flesh. Charlotte's flesh. They ran towards her, ignoring her screams. Hands grabbing at her body as the branch snapped from the weight. Falling into the depths of cocks.

Charlotte could do nothing as the infected men surrounded her. Grabbed at her ankles and forced her legs open. Tearing off her panties and fighting for her best hole. Powerless as the first enhanced cock breached her pussy and stretched her wide. Another cock pressing against her ass without a drop of lube and tearing into her. The last cock pressing against her mouth, neglecting to acknowledge the gag around her mouth, pushing passed it. Heated flesh moving back and forth inside her holes. Separating behind that thin membrane. Another cock muffling her screams and cries, unable to bite down against the toughened flesh.

Charlotte wanted to kick them off. Tell them to stop, but she couldn't reason with them, she couldn't stop the inevitable. Cum shooting down each of her holes and flooding her insides. She felt the effects of their infected cum instantly. Her mind getting warmer. Harder to focus. She was beginning to lose her humanity and would soon end up like every other girl who got fucked by a hoard like this one. She tried to hold onto her humanity. Fight against the virus. Perhaps thinking she would be the exception. That she wouldn't get infected. But cock after cock fucked her and cam insider her body. By the time one infected man was done, the last one had recovered and was ready to fuck her some more.

More cum shot down her holes, it became harder to think. Harder to fight back. Holding onto her humanity was like trying to hold on to a wet bar of soup. The more the men cam down her holes, the more she craved it. The more she craved the pain of her ass getting stretched. The more she craved swallowing cum. The sensation was overwhelmingly cathartic. Her last fleeting thoughts were that of the man. Wishing she hadn't rejected his offer. Thinking that she might have been his slave, but at least she'd still have her free will. She'd still be her. Now, her mind drifted off into oblivion. Becoming nothing more than a cock hungry whore for when her search party finds her. Shaking her ass and begging to be fucked. Cum still dripping from her cunt.