EroticReverie

Anna

It was like walking into a post apocalyptic version of the seven dwarves. I sit in the chair as I was told, no as I was thrown into by the shortest one. Who even being the shortest still stood inches taller than me. Compensating for something against his taller counterparts I suppose.

“You better not be infected.” One of them growls at me. “If you are. I’ll fucking kill you.” 

I keep my mouth shut as far as arguing that if I carried the infection that wiped out eighty percent of the planet already, that they’d already fucked up by letting me in their home. But I don’t say that because I’m not an idiot like hey apparently are. 

“I’m not infected.” I say. 

“Prove it” the little, but not so little one smirks and licks his lips. 

“How would you like me to do that?” I ask. But I already know the answer.  

The disease in its very first stages gives you a pox like rash. That its carriers can’t resist but to itch away at , leaving them with open wounds and scars. If you even live long enough for it to scar. It takes merely weeks for a person to expire from the disease. A biological warfare weapon that has been released and didn’t just dominate and exterminate the continent it was meant for, but the entire world or at least that’s what we assume. But there’s no way to know, no communications , no anything for us to know. We just assume that the rest of the world has met the same fate as us. 

“Yeah. Prove it.” Another one of the seven speaks and I sigh and stand slowly and as if they’re military soldiers all in sync , they cross their arms in unison across their broad chest. Each of them shirtless. In only pants. Pants that seem like they’re in serious need of cleaning. I mean they have a fucking river running just a quarter mile from here , they can’t fucking hand wash their clothes? 

Granted mine were in no better shape right now due to the distance I’ve traveled and the fact I haven’t had real shelter in days. Apparently they have the same idea I had. Live remote, live off the land. My eyes go to the side of the room where there are stacks of ammo and guns and rifles. Probably all stolen or pilfered from homes that were now empty caskets for the bodies that lay dying and rotting inside of them. 

I stand, lifting my hands to the hem of my plain black long sleeved and drag it up my stomach. I’m not sure if their eyes follow the hem because they haven’t likely seen a woman in months or if they’re truly checking for signs of infection. Both probably. 

A few of them smirk, smug fucking pride on their beard covered faces as my black sports bra is revealed and I hold up my hands as if to say “see, no marks..no pox”. But I already know the position I’m in and can already tell what’s coming next before one of them says a word. 

“Bra too.” Another one of them says and a few of them fight those smug grins. I clench my teeth. Because it’s not them being cautious it’s them taking advantage of the position they’re in. It’s seven against one and it would only take one of them to overpower me. They know it. I know it.  And I should keep my mouth shut but I guess my self preservation wants to fail me. 

“If you want to see my tits just say that.” I scowl at him. 

He steps forward. But not too close. He keeps at least six feet between us. 

“I want to see your tits.” He says and I swallow and look past him at the others. A few brows raising as if they dare me to challenge a room full of starved men. I could run. I could at least try. But facts are facts. I wouldn’t get very far and I wouldn’t do well on my own. I needed them, needed their help. Needed someone , anyone and I’d just happened to find seven men , all living and surviving together in their own little kingdom. 

I look at the one standing closest that stepped forward , and grab my bra and pull it up and over my breasts and hold it. 

“Take it off.” He says through his teeth as his eyes zone in on my nipples. 

I exhale and pull it off and drop it to the floor. 

“I’m clearly not infected.” I say as their eyes all stay locked on my naked top half. My breasts are smaller now than they were. I was skinnier , bordering on killing myself simply because I couldn’t find more than random berries to sustain myself and it’s been weeks of berries and water since I left my house. Having to leave my mother and father behind when they became infected. I don’t know how I didn’t get it. But I hadn’t. 

“Pants too. All of it.” The man says and I look at him and know he’s not going to give me mercy.  

I kick off my battered sneakers and pull off my socks , then push down the dirty pants along with my underwear , until I’m standing back up straight. With my clothes in a pile on the floor as seven men let their unashamed gazes linger over my body. 

The one closest smirks. 

“What’s your name?” He asks. I roll my eyes at how fucked up it is that they’d make me strip naked before asking a simple question such as my name. 

“Anna.” I reply and he looks down to the tuft of dark brown hair between my legs. 

“How old are you Anna?” He asks.

“Does it matter?” I ask and his eyes flick up. 

“No it doesn’t Anna. But I asked you a fucking question.” He replies with a threat in his tone that makes me want to scream.  

“I’m seventeen.” I say. It’s a lie. I’m sixteen. For two more days. What do they care? He already said he doesn’t. 

“You sure about that?” He asks with a smirk. He steps one foot closer and I swallow. 

“You looked away and your stance shifted, you’re lying to me Anna. We don’t like liars.” He says. 

“Six..sixteen. For, two more days.” I hate that I stutter and stammer. 

“Practically seventeen.” I whisper. 

“Practically isn’t the truth. Don’t you fucking lie to us again Anna.” He says and I just lift my eyes and grit my teeth. I was scared but also angry. Naked and now colder than I was before being forced to strip down to nothing. I was hungry. Beyond “hangry”. I was fucking starving. And they were toying with me , embarrassing me, throwing their fucking dicks around just because they could. 

“I won’t.” I say and he lifts his hand and waves his finger in a circle.

“Show us the rest.” He says and my cheeks flame and I grit my teeth and my nostrils flare. 

But I turn , I show them my back , can feel my long braid hitting right above my ass and hear a quiet hum from him as if he’s assessing me. And he is. I already know the score. They won’t help me without something in return. And I’m pretty sure I already know what they’ll want in exchange. My stomach turns and I turn to face them again on my feet and he steps closer. Almost toe to toe now. 

“And just what do you suggest we do with you Anna?” He asks and feel so helpless. And I am. 

“Let me live here.” I say and his brow lifts. 

“Why would we do that?” He asks and lifts his hand and I smack it away as he reaches for my breasts. His brows pop and my mouth opens and shuts , and I’m about to apologize. But I don’t. 

“Clearly you’re…you need …a woman” I say. Lifting my chin. It was all I had to offer. I wasn’t proud of it but I wasn’t stupid. I had nothing to offer them other than my body. I didn’t have any skills that would benefit their lives here. 

“Too bad we only found a little girl.” He says and my cheeks heat and again my mouth opens and closes. 

“I can help.” I say and I hate how desperate it sounds coming from my mouth. 

“With what little girl Anna?” He taunts and the others are all watching as I stand there. 

“I can…clean” I say. Way to sell it to them Anna. As if they’re not capable of doing that themselves. The sun is setting outside and the inside of their cabin is growing dimmer and dimmer. 

“What else can you do, hmm?” He asks as he reaches his hand up and grab my chin. It’s not hard to, but I feel the intention of it. He doesn’t have to exert power in his grip to make me feel it. 

“Whatever you need me to do.” I say and he smiles at that.

“Whatever WE need Anna.” He says and then turns his head to the others as if to remind me there’s six other men here. As if I could forget. When I can feel over a dozen eyes on my naked body. 

“Whatever , you all need” I say and he slides his hand from my chin to my throat and I whimper. The sound only feeds his dominance and he grips it tighter.

“So you want us, to feed you, house you, protect you, and we get whatever we want , is that right?” He asks. I nod. 

“Are you a virgin Anna?” He asks. 

“Yes.” I answer 

“What could a virgin possibly do for seven men that would makeup for us taking care of you?” He asks. 

“I’m sure you’ll show me” I say and he hums. 

“Yes. I’m sure I will. We all will Anna.” He says. 

“So that’s what you want to do, stay here, be our little whore in exchange for us keeping you alive?” He asks. I grit my teeth. I want to say something. But I don’t know what. Because that’s exactly what I was doing. Whoring myself out for survival. 

“Yes.” I answer and he grins. 

“Lucky for you, we’re in need of some stress relief Anna” he says and his grip finally releases from around my neck. 

“If you don’t do your part…you don’t stay.” He says and I nod. 

“That’s fair.” I say. Because it was. I was one more mouth to feed. One more body to protect and would contribute not much of anything at all. I couldn’t even cook. Sure if I had a microwave. Or an oven or a stove top. But none of those things existed out here. Barely anywhere at all now. Everything was going down. When there’s nobody to run things, it leaves everyone with just their survival instincts. 

“Yes. It is.” He says. “More than fair.” He says and then looks down at my chest and down to my pubic hair , to my feet. 

“Put your clothes on Anna.” He says. 

I don’t need to be told twice. I scoop them up one by one , throwing on my shirt. Pulling on my underwear. My pants. Then my socks. 

“I suppose you’re hungry.” He says and I look at him hopefully and nod. 

“Youre going to learn how to cook for us too.” He says and I nod. 

“Let’s go.” He says and points to the door of the room and him and the six others follow into the small kitchen. At least it’s small when there eight people in it, seven of them being tall muscled feral mountain men. 

“We cook outside , clearly.” He says and then shows me a crazy stockpile of water purifying tablets among other emergency items in the kitchen. Either they were doomsday peepers before this or they stole this during the lootings. People plunged into chaos, Everyman for themselves as they robbed stores and other peoples houses.

“Since we don’t know how long we’ll be here, living like this. We ration everything. And only use things when absolutely necessary.” He says and I nod. At least they were smart in that sense. 

“I’ll teach you how to make a fire. Teach you how to wash the meat, how to cook it,  and how to clean the utensils so you don’t kill us all.” He says and I nod.