Hard Times

“Welcome to New Swabia intrepid explorers. You are the first to make it ashore, alas congratulations are in order, if only we could meet under better circumstances than these. It is not possible as it were, as we have quite lost control of our very own Eden as it were. Come! Come! Don’t be shy. We won’t bite you. We are all old men as it were anyway.”

I stared at the gregarious mannered speaker who was talking in heavily accented English with the attitude of everything being sunshine and picking daisies in the park. Total and complete lack of trust for this man who was in his late 60s, registered across all elements of my being.

Looking around I saw several other older men like him and some who were even older. I saw no women.

I saw no one young. I was also seeing the reality that every old man in attendance without fault was looking at me in a barely concealed manner of excitement that was utterly repulsive to behold and even worse to think about the ramifications of.

“God, what are you doing?” I whispered under my breath as seemingly without choice we were all started moving forward into an interior structure that had space age design written all over it.

“Come, my American friends. At last you have won the war, as you can see we are truly all old men. The last of our perfect, but flawed kind as it were.”

Gazing about I saw nothing of perfection even as I sensed an underlying hell.

“How’s that?” The CIA boss spoke up.

“Ahhh, we had all we needed to have an everlasting utopia here for our children to come for many generations, but it seems we failed to pack enough women along and so our reproducible numbers were not what they should have been. That said, there were once many more of us, but some 20 years ago now we lost containment of some projects of ours and as you can see it nearly did us all in. Unfortunately, no one of younger origin, especially female managed to survive that night of terror and so now we are the pathetic few doomed by age to watch our former empire die and fall to pieces all around us. That said, now that you are here I can see some hope for the situation.”

“You do know why we’ve come here?” Queried the one surviving technician softly.

His CIA overlord looked suddenly fit to murder him, but the balding short statured German laughed it off and said, “For our technology of course. Has it not ever been the way of you Americans to seek out the greater accomplishments of other nations in order to feed the fires of industry at home? Indeed, we Germans are no different, but are guilty of much the same. No at this stage of the game we welcome such an interchange of knowledge.”

“What! You do?” Spoke out the CIA man as if he couldn’t believe his ears.

“But of course. Things have not gone according to our master plan and we do not wish to see all of our work come to nothing and so yes for the sake of continued advancement of knowledge we are more than willing to partner with your government in the exchange of advancements for the necessaries that we require in return. In order to survive our own experiments that are now running amok out there we pledge solemnly only to do business with your country.”

“What do you require of us in order to make this exchange?”

“Well, for starters, we need an extensive kill sweep in the area of all hostile threats that we with our current limited resources are sadly lacking in the capability of doing so at the moment. Next I’m sure that there are still those factions in this world that support the ideologies and manifests of our great leader Adolf Hitler.”

The CIA henchmen nodded.

“Well, we would like the youngest, and brightest of such minds of that movement to be transported here, willingly of course. Our work needs to be carried on tirelessly and it is true that they may have to forsake many worldly pleasures to do this but the effort is warranted. Speaking of worldly pleasures we would also require a supply of Aryan boys and girls for our own long denied needs of satisfaction and we are perfectly willing to start with that one.”

The man was pointing directly at me. Never had I heard such a devil’s bargain as this and then to my horror, I heard the man in charge of our expedition say, “Done!”

I stared at him in complete shock and then before I could make a break for it two of the soldiers from the boat locked hands down upon my arms and I was powerless to move even as I was speechless as to what to say of my fate that had just become worse than death.

“Excellent! We have a deal then. Erin will show you where to take her gentleman. As for the rest of you, follow me and I will begin to show you what it is you’re about to receive in exchange according to our bargain.”

I was unceremoniously drug off, then by the two men holding me that proceeded to follow in the slow pace of an old man with a walking stick. The two men to either side of me didn’t stop with their litany of regrets.

“Man, I knew I should’ve pounded you when I had you on board! You’re going to go to complete waste shacked up with these old geezers!”

“What I want to know is how they’re even going to get it up to do you sis. Maybe they’ll let us give them a tutorial before we have to split on how to own your ass, because you know with these sick bastards they're going to do everything imaginable to your hot ass Honey.”

All along the journey the old man in the lead said nothing other than to cackle profusely. There was nothing to be said and so I left my pleas unsaid, even as the tears streaking down my face did all the talking for me.

We entered a lab of sorts and bleary-eyed, I didn’t pay much attention to it as I was roughly tied off in a standing spread eagled fashion.

“There you go pops. She ain’t moving.”

“Man, what a waste of a hot girl.”

Dimly I heard the two men leave, but the smell of the third was such as to let me know that he was still present in the room. Eyes tightly shut I listened to his rapid breathing as he began to fumble with the buttons of my shirt.

My shirt came open and I cried out in disgust and repulsion as I felt his hands squeeze down upon my bra encased chest. Just then as my eyes had started to open I heard the sound of what I took to be bone breaking.

The groping hands on my chest fell away completely even as my eyes now flared wide open. In shock, I stared into the eyes of a very wild looking man.

He was no aged, decrepit old man to be sure, but instead had the look of a man at home in the forest. A very wild forest.

Where on earth had he come from? Why had he killed the old man?

Worse yet, why did I get the distinct idea that his intentions toward me were even more violently possessive than anyone else’s on this journey to date had been.

The man had the look of Tarzan about him and the fiery passion within his gaze directed upon me said pure and simple that to him I was Jane. Not able to restrain myself against the inevitable, I shook my head aggressively no and then finding my voice I said, “No! I do not want you!”

His brown eyes blinked and of all things I didn’t expect he spoke in English, “I understand. But you don’t have a choice. No, actually you do. Look around you.”

Not wanting to I did as he said and abruptly gasped in horror at all I saw. Bubbling tanks were all around me and many of them showed the outcomes of failed attempts to combine man with beast along with other atrocities.

In deep horror at all I had seen my eyes came back to the man in front of me that was a full 6 inches taller than me and an absolutely ribbed specimen of a man. There would never be any successful fight against a man of his strength let alone a willpower that he manifested about himself like it was a cloak of earned majesty.

He gestured to all that was around us and said, “You choose woman. Either I leave you here so they can dissect you apart in order to get all of your eggs so they can do more experiments or I take you with me and you belong to me to do with as I please.”

It was an impossible decision to make! Why had God put me here in this situation?!

My body shook even as a deep sob of emotional overload wrenched up and out of me. My vision became blurred again and through fogged vision I saw the man that smelled of the forest and of masculinity in a way that was undeniably alluring start to turn away.

My heart may have been locked up in the moment, but my mind knew the correct answer and before I could stop it my lips were saying, “No! Don’t leave me here!”

The man turned back and came close to me. It was hard to meet his triumphant gaze and looking away, I acknowledged that I couldn’t handle the intensity of what I saw in his eyes. What had I done?

Before I knew it my hands and legs were free and standing straighter I wasn’t prepared for the hand to my shoulder that swiftly turned me or for the actions of having my hands pulled behind my back and tied off once more.

“What are you doing?” I asked in complete confusion.

The authority of the grip of a man’s grasp on my hair had my head going back and being twisted to the one side. The man’s face was close and I felt the wash of his words against my lips as he said, “Forgive me, but I just don’t trust you not to try to escape from me.”

Then, before I could say anything he was kissing me. I’d never been kissed before, but in my mind as I had imagined it one day happening it had never been anything like this.

The man’s brutal smash against my lips with his drove my own lips apart and quite unprepared for it, I felt the invasion of both his taste and powerful tongue into my mouth. I should have bit him, but there was something oddly debilitating about the moment and so instead I found myself to be an open source to be plundered.

He drew back from my lips abruptly as he had come to them and breathing hard, he stared at me for a long moment. I tugged my head away from his and he let me go.

Again, it was a thing not expected when I saw a blindfolding cloth come over my face and get securely tied behind my head. Now what was he doing?

On the verge of protesting this latest attack I opened my mouth only to feel his fingers force it open wider. Before I could speak a balled up rag was stuffed in past my teeth and half gagging I fought to step forward and away from what was happening.

Another rag was tied about my face to hold in the other even as he said near to my ear, “You scream too much.”

I felt his hand slip down my body to splay possessively over my stomach that was bare to him thanks to the old man. I fought to get free and away from him then.

The smack was loud in the room and for a split second I mistook it for a bullet shot before the feeling of pain registered across my entire being. The man had spanked one half of my bottom harder than my father ever had done when I’d been a child by at least a power factor of 10.

I gasped against the rag in my mouth as hot tears wetted the blindfold covering my eyes. The man’s voice was at my ear again, “You are mine, woman!”

In the moment there was no denying the reality of that and even so I literally hated him for it! I hated him and reacting on that impulse I sent my head crashing backward into his so hard that I became dizzy from the impact that resulted of it.

Before I could recover and make any kind of an escape I felt myself grabbed and thrust forward over something. Oh God I knew what was coming!

How could I have been so stupid!

The crack of his hand on the other half of my bottom was as loud and as painful as the first. I screamed, but nothing came out.

His slapping abuse of my rear continued and crying, I succumbed to the force of this man that was able to do literally anything he wanted to me by slumping helplessly over-the-counter I was pressed face down against by a large hand that lay at the back of my neck. The blows delivered to my ass by his hand stopped, but my body wouldn’t stop shaking.

Somehow deep down I felt broken. Not physically, but deep inside somehow and the only outward sign of it were the tears that wouldn’t stop.

Roughly I was pulled back up to my feet and I flinched as I felt his hands at my face. Other than for that though I made no form of resistance of any kind. I never wanted to feel the force of this man’s hand in anger upon me ever again.

A hand turned me and then I felt his shoulder come in against my middle and in the next instance I found myself both bound and gagged, being carried off by the embodiment of a caveman if ever there was one. I tried to really keep myself from thinking as I was toted along like little more than a sack of flour by an individual far more powerful than I could ever hope to overcome.

His one hand lay splayed across the back of my jean clad thighs, and before long I knew I was going to experience the reality of what it was to be a woman completely owned by a man. I could only imagine at the pain of what it would be like as this man didn’t have a gentle bone in his body.

The strangest thing of it all though was why the reality of being carried off by him as I was being done so in the moment still seemed the better of the two fates that I had been faced with. The only answer to that was that I had lost my mind and for some reason I really liked the man’s smell.

Nothing made any sense.

What seemed like an hour of being toted along became two and then I swear it had become a third. My greatest struggle of the moment was to keep from throwing up as in general my head felt like it was about to explode.

In the jumbling sounds of the man’s movement across the land I suddenly heard water and before I knew it, I was being un-slung from the massive shoulder of a man the likes of which was uncommon in today’s feminized societies. There was a tug behind my head and the rag around my lips came off and then the stuffed in rag was pulled free.

I coughed in relief. Then the feeling of something wet and cold against my lips was beckoning.

Leaning my head forward I drunk hungrily from the man’s hands. He refilled his hands twice until I shook my head that I didn’t want any more water.

In all this time he was utterly silent even as I obediently stood still in the artificial darkness of my blindfold. I felt the rag suddenly at my bruised lips again and twisting my head to the side, I begged, “No please don’t! I promise I won’t scream!”

“Promise?” He intoned deeply.

“I promise!” I said with eagerness as I sensed a willingness within him to be halfway sensible for perhaps the first time.

“Okay woman.”

I breathed out in relief and then my breath stilled as I felt his fingers about my throat fastening something. I swallowed shakily even as all of a sudden bright light came to my eyes as my blindfold was pulled free.

Blinking, I took in the sight of him staring at my open shirt with such a look of open hunger that was intent on plundering that it took my breath away. His eyes rose to mine and bluntly, he asked, “What color are your nipples?”

Frozen in place I stared at him speechless. This just could not be happening could it?

Everything was just a bad dream, it had to be! Then, as I watched, he rose one hand towards me.

The fingers of his hand slipped between the cloth and my skin until he had a good grip on the fabric. His eyes rose to mine even as the hand that held the rope that he’d fastened about my neck became a shorthanded grip pulling my head back softly.

I felt the muscles of his fingers contract against the flesh of my breasts and my eyes closed as within an instant of his powerful jerk my bra completely disintegrated and came away from me in his grasp. Neck still held back, I opened my eyes in time to see my bra tossed away into the underbrush.

Swallowing my gaze came back to the man who in this world very much owned me now. His gaze was molten as he took in my spilled out chest.

I was a busty girl and like it or not, my breasts had only swollen larger under the passionate focus of his gaze. My nipples were so erect they hurt.

Hurt for what?

His hand lifted and my eyes closed as for the first time in my life the weight of my bare breast was held intimately in the grasp of a man. His lips followed the explorations of his fingers and I gasped as his mouth formed a gentle suck over one of my nipples, even as his thumb rubbed the other one in a fashion that could only be described as sensuality tormenting.

I waited for him to bite or to squeeze painfully, but it didn’t happen. Instead, his lips left my wet nipple to experience the cool air only to then travel over to the other and treat it with the same gentle attention that had an increasing level of wetness pooling between my thighs.

The hand on the rope about my neck released and came around to join his other as he swept both of my breasts upward to be pressed tightly together by his hands. His touch, everything when it came to my breasts was far gentler than I was expecting.

In fact, it was so gentle that it was shocking, even as the pleasure he was invoking was making my clamped together knees shake. Both of his thumbs rubbing a nipple each even as his fingers half supported each breast he said, “Strawberry. They look like strawberries and taste just as sweet. Tell me, how experienced are you?”

I didn’t know what to say to that. His hands still playing with my chest I watched as his lips came in and claimed mine again.

Again, I should’ve bit him, but I didn’t. For some reason instead I found myself opening up again and letting him take everything that he wanted instead.

His mouth withdrew and the look in his eyes said that he had his answer and that he couldn’t be more pleased by the outcome of knowing it. I looked away even as his knowing touch upon my breasts stopped.

I looked down to see him buttoning my shirt up all the way to the top. My engorged nipples mashed only to prominently against the material of the shirt and bending his head forward, he teased and kissed each one in turn in an action that had me fighting to hold back from moaning.

For some strange reason I suddenly wanted him to be rough with my breasts. To suck them really hard and for a long time.

I had truly lost my mind!

His hand, reclaimed the rope and letting it slide through his hand a short distance he said, “Come along woman.” He turned and I had no choice but to follow as the rope tugged at my throat.

The man was insufferable, but I was still glad to be here and not back at the lab being pawed over by lecherous old men bent on using my womb as a breeding ground for abominations.