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  The shocking realization hit me hard. I was lonely and I wanted him to touch me. I wanted this stranger's hands caressing, holding, and touching me like Tommy had in the dream. I had been alone far too long, and ached for the sensual touch of someone. I wanted to be held. Aroused. Taken.

  When I made no response, his fingers curled around the hem of my nightgown, and started pulling it up. I shivered with anticipation, knowing that soon he'd find out that I wasn't wearing any panties. He waited a few moments before making his move, I guess to see if I was awake. I concentrated on my breathing, making certain it was slow and even, as if I were in a deep, peaceful sleep.

  I tried not to react as he stroked the tip of his finger down the crease of my ass cheeks, his touch soft and light. My skin goose bumped. He grazed his fingers across my taut skin, caressing my round bottom. My pulse raced as his fingers explored the curve of my hip. As he slid his hand across my breast, teasing my nipple, I made a soft, gaspy sound. I bit my lip and held my breath, worried that he might stop if he knew I was awake.

  I stared at the stained glass window on the opposite wall, trying to remain utterly still as he slipped his hand down my torso and caressed his fingers through the soft curls covering my pussy. A part of me was very embarrassed by the hair, but it wasn't like there was time to keep up with personal grooming when running for your life every single day.

  However, he must have liked it, because he kept running his fingertips around in circles, just above my clit. Desire shot through me like lightning across a midnight sky. The sensations unfurled deep in my belly. My clit throbbed as I anticipated his roaming fingers.

  Instead, he pulled his hand away. I almost spoke up and demanded that he continue to touch me! I was deeply ashamed, letting this stranger touch me there. And more ashamed of myself that I didn't want him to stop. That I wanted more.

  I could hear movement from behind me. It didn't take long to realize he had pulled his cock out and was stroking it. Oh my god! I was hypnotized by the sound of his ragged breath against my neck as I imagined his hand working the length of his manhood.

  I knew in that moment that I could just let him finish in privacy. Or. I could let him know I was awake, and that he didn't have to finish alone. The decision was easily made as I scooted back until I could feel the head of his cock pushing against my ass. "Mmm," he whispered as he buried his head against my neck, his mouth at my ear. His voice was sexy. I wondered if he was too. He licked at my earlobe as he rubbed himself against me.

  "You're beautiful," he whispered as he pressed harder against my ass. I almost thought he was going to penetrate me from behind! The thought both thrilled and terrified me.

  In front of me, Jeff rolled over, no doubt awoken by the movement on the mattress. He looked at me and I quickly closed my eyes, hoping he would think I was asleep. I tried to pretend, though it wasn't so easy with some stranger's cock thrusting against my ass.

  The guy behind me lifted my leg slightly and slid his erection against my pink, wet pussy lips. The suddenness of it shocked me. I was embarrassed by how wet I was; I could feel my moisture as he teased my folds with his thick cock. Hearing a groan from in front of me, I blinked open my eyes to see that Jeff was watching. Our eyes met in the shadowy darkness, and I blushed deeply. He lifted his brow questioningly, as if asking for permission, as he cautiously stretched his hand out to caress his thumb across my breast. My nightshirt was oversized, giving him enough room to easily slip his hand beneath the fabric. As his rough fingers scraped across my sensitive nipple, I bit my lip to keep from making any noise.

  I couldn't believe this was happening.

  Jeff toyed with my pert bud, squeezing it between his fingers as he slipped his other hand down into his shorts. I lowered my gaze and watched his hand. He pulled them down enough so that I could watch him. His cock was thick and long, the biggest I'd ever seen. Not that I had seen many, but I knew enough to know that his was impressive.

  Behind me, the stranger grinded against me, rubbing his dick between my wet pussy lips, teasing my clit. I couldn't help but to moan. Encouraged, he slid his arm across my waist and drove his hand between my legs. He fingered my clit as he stroked himself against me. Shame heated my face as I realized I wanted more, that I wanted him inside of me.

  I'd never been penetrated before; I'd never let Tommy go all the way. But this guy was causing such delicious sensations that I didn't care about anything except for getting his cock in me. I wanted to be fucked, and fucked hard, while Jeff watched. The idea of being watched turned me on more than I could have imagined.

  Jeff leaned his head towards mine and flicked his tongue across my mouth. I parted my lips slightly and mashed my tongue against his; then we started kissing wildly. He groaned into my mouth, and I knew he was close to cumming. I reached down between us and curled my fingers around Jeff's cock, just above his hand. I played with the head, rubbing my thumb across the wet tip as he continued to stroke himself.

  I pushed back against the stranger, trying to maneuver it so that he would slide into my slick hole. I didn't care that I'd never done it before; I had to have it, had to know what it felt like. He must have realized what I was doing because he grabbed my hip roughly and pulled me back hard against him, then slid into my tight little pussy. It was uncomfortable at first as he buried himself in me with one swift thrust. He went still inside of me, as if realizing it was my first time.

  "Just relax," he whispered against my ear. His breath was hot against my skin. He licked my ear and the side of my neck as he slowly rocked his hips against me, starting a slow, steady rhythm. The fullness of him stretching me open felt delicious; the most exquisite thing I'd ever experienced in my whole life. I groaned into Jeff's mouth. The stranger's cock felt as large as Jeff's looked. He stretched me as he slid in and out of me, the sounds of our bodies slapping against one another becoming louder with each thrust.

  Jeff broke the kiss and lowered his head to my chest. He had my nightshirt pulled down, exposing both of my breasts. His hand wrapped around one while he sucked and tongued the other.

  "I'm going to cum," grunted the stranger. "I'm going to cum all over your pussy, sweetheart." He slid his hand down my hip and fingered my clit again, "Cum with me baby."

  His dirty words aroused me even more, intensifying every sensation that pulsed through me. I raked my fingers through Jeff's hair, squeezing tightly as he feasted on my tits. "Oh my god," I gasped. The dual sensations of having a cock in my pussy and a whole other guy sucking on my nipples pushed me over the edge, causing an orgasm to ripple through my body in waves of pure bliss.

  Jeff jerked his head up and captured my mouth with his as he came all over my stomach and hand. Our tongues collided as he rubbed the tip of his cock across my sticky belly, pumping out the last few drops of his orgasm.

  I could feel the stranger pulling out of me. I slipped my hand between my legs to keep a hold of him. Warm, sticky fluid splattered across my fingers and pussy as the stranger ejaculated. I moaned into Jeff's mouth as I felt the stranger's cum dripping onto my inner thigh.

  Before I could make sense of what happened, someone was jerking me up by my arm, "You whore!" One of the nuns had caught us. I winced as I felt her bony fingers digging into my arm.

  "Let go of her!" Jeff yelled while he and the stranger scrambled to their feet.

  "I will not, young man. You agreed to the rules before you came inside. I will ask that you gather your belongings and leave. Immediately."

  I tried to pull my arm from her grasp, but she held me too tightly. "Not you, young lady. You're coming with me."

  I shot the guys a helpless look, but I knew there was nothing anyone could do. "Fine," I uttered with defeat. "Can I at least get my bag?"

  She gave a curt nod as she released my arm. As I bent over to pick it up, I stole another glance at the stranger. I couldn't help it; I wanted to know what he looked like. I mean, I did just have sex with the guy after all. He gave me a smile as he scooped up h
is backpack. I smiled back, feeling tingly between my legs again. He was cute! Like, super cute. His hair was dirty blonde and mussed up, and he had dimples to die for. "Reid," he whispered.

  "Ashlyn," I whispered in response. I slung my backpack over my shoulder as I straightened up.

  "Follow me," the nun commanded as she motioned towards a set of doors at the far side of the room. I followed after her obediently, careful not to trip over the mattresses and other peoples' gear that lined the aisles. Before I stepped through the doors, I glanced over my shoulder. Jeff and Reid headed out the opposite door, the one that would lead them back to the security gates. My brows furrowed and I cringed, feeling guilty for their fate, as if I had gotten them thrown out.

  With a guilty sigh, I followed after the nun as she led me down a long, candlelit corridor and into another room. "Mister Conrad. I hate to interrupt you, but we seem to have a situation on our hands." Ashamed, I flicked my dark gaze to the man. He was thirty-something, average height, but muscular. As he stood behind his desk, he beckoned the nun to him. He wore khaki cargo pants and a long sleeved shirt, and I wondered if he was some kind of military figure or a priest.

  She whispered against his ear, and I could only imagine the horrifying things she must be calling me. He kept his eyes locked on me as she whispered, and all I could do was look at the floor, completely abashed.

  "Leave us, Sister Sara."

  Her footsteps echoed as she crossed the room. After the door closed, he asked, "What is your name?"

  "Ashlyn Taylor," I replied in the steadiest voice I could muster.

  "And how old are you, Ashlyn?"

  I glanced up. "Nineteen."

  "What brings you here? Do you plan on staying with us?" he asked.

  "No, just for the night. I'm going home," I replied softly.

  "Where is home?"

  "Kansas."

  "How long have you been traveling?"

  "A long time. My friend and I were in Virginia when it started. We waited a few weeks, thinking things would go back to normal, but they never did. I've been trying to get home ever since."

  "Where is your friend?" he asked as gunfire echoed in the distance, followed by the guttural moan of an Infected dying for the second time. We both glanced towards the windows apprehensively.

  "She was taken by the Militia."

  A look of compassion flashed across his face. "Ah. I see." He stepped out from behind his desk and approached me. "Well, Miss Taylor." He seemed to hesitate, as if conflicted about something. "You entered into our sanctuary and committed a sin beneath our roof. You have betrayed the trust we have placed in you, and have completely disregarded our hospitality."

  My throat tightened and I swallowed to ease the tension. I felt horrible. "I know. I am so very sorry."

  "I have no choice but to ask you to leave immediately. Or, offer you the chance to atone for what you have done."

  I looked at him, bewildered, as I wondered if Jeff and Reid were getting the same opportunity. "What do you mean?"

  "If you remain, it is my duty to see that you atone for your sins."

  "Are you a priest?" I asked as I looked him up and down, wondering what sort of authority he had to offer atonement.

  "No. Not anymore. But I am responsible for everyone inside of the compound."

  A sense of dread washed over me. What choice did I really have? Stay and be at the mercy of this man, or leave and find myself out in the dark with the Infected. "I see. How... how do I atone?"

  He pulled the backpack from my shoulders, offering to carry it, "Come. I'll show you." He moved with unhurried, powerful strides, no doubt secure in his position and with his authority. I couldn't help but wonder if he was the leader of the entire place. Conrad led me from his office and down another long corridor. I followed after him carefully, nervous as we went down a flight of stairs that lead to the basement. The room flickered with candle light and smelled of vanilla.

  He closed and locked the door. Something about being locked in a basement with him made me uneasy, but then I thought of the alternative- being cast out into the darkness. After putting my backpack onto a nearby table, he told me to stand in the center of the room and take off my nightshirt.

  "Are you serious? Why?" I didn't know if I should be afraid or insulted.

  "You agreed to atonement, did you not?" He countered in a calm, rational voice.

  "Yes, but, I don't even know what it means!"

  Using the small sink in the corner of the room, he filled a large container with water and added some liquid soap to it. "You must confess your sins, and then we will cleanse you. It is symbolic, though obviously you really do need to be cleaned up..." he said, no doubt referring to the cum all over my skin.

  I shuddered as I watched him, then looked back to the door, wondering if I could make it out before he caught me. Perhaps it would be better to take my chances with the Infected than to deal with this guy.

  As if sensing my distress, he said, "You're free to leave. No one is keeping you here, Ashlyn."

  He was right. He was giving me a choice. Submit to their lame rules, or leave. The decision was made; I would go through the atonement. I chewed my bottom lip nervously, feeling humiliated as I slowly pulled my nightshirt off. I wrapped my arms around my chest, instinctively trying to hide what I could as I glanced down, noticing the drainpipe below my feet.

  "You may start," he instructed, with his back still to me.

  "What do I do? Just tell you what happened?" My nipples hardened beneath my fingers and my skin prickled with goosebumps from the chill in the air.

  "Yes." He approached me with the container of water and sat it on the chair beside us. Steam evaporated from the top, scenting the air with a heady fragrance.

  I took a deep breath. "I swear I didn't mean for any of it to happen. They told me the girls’ dorm was full for the night, but I was more than welcome to stay on the men's side since it was so late, and almost everyone would already be asleep and not even know that I was there. Anyhow. I woke up and felt this guy touching me."

  "Where was he touching you?" Conrad asked as shadows danced across his face.

  Heat burned my cheeks as I whispered my reply, "My... bottom. He was behind me."

  "Did you try to stop him?" His brow rose in the dim light.

  "No..." I hesitated, feeling horrible. Why didn't I stop him? "I thought it felt nice."

  He cleared his throat, obviously uncomfortable hearing my confession. "What happened next?"

  "He started to touch...." I whispered, averting my eyes from his lofty gaze. "me intimately."

  "And you still didn't stop him?" I could hear it in his voice, the condemnation. He blamed me.

  "No."

  "Show me how he touched you." His tone was a mixture of incredulity and scorn.

  I felt breathless as I asked, "Show you?" My voice was small.

  He nodded.

  "He was touching me like this." I ran my fingers through the dark, curled hair between my legs. A thrill of being watched sizzled through me and I could feel my clit suddenly throbbing. I tried to steady my breath as I continued, "I guess I should have stopped him," I admitted softly. "But it was making me so turned on, I just wanted him to touch me everywhere."

  He scanned the length of me appreciatively, dragging his gaze slowly down my body. His eyes focused on my hand as I touched myself. "But he didn't?"

  "No. He started to stroke his..." I couldn't quite bring myself to actually say the word. Embarrassed, I bit my lip as I looked at the floor. I kept my hand cupped over my mound.

  My reluctance sparked his annoyance. "Just say it."

  With a heavy sigh, I choked out the next words, "He stroked his cock against my ass. I guess he just wanted to get off and go to sleep. He must have thought I was asleep and wouldn't know."

  "And what about the other guy?" he asked, tilting his head to one side, his gaze feasting on my exposed tits.

  "I'm not sure when Jeff woke up, but he proba
bly felt the mattress bouncing. Anyhow, I suppose he realized what was happening, and since he was facing me, he could see that I was awake. I thought he might say something, but instead he just grabbed my breast and started playing with it. I could tell he was just as turned on as the guy behind me. He even started touching his own cock."

  "And this is when you were caught? With two men rubbing themselves against you?" he asked disapprovingly.

  "Well, no." A part of me felt like he was trying to humiliate me, so I decided to tell him everything, in vivid detail. Hopefully he would be just as uncomfortable as I was. "I was super turned on; my pussy was dripping wet and all tingly and I just wanted him to fuck me so bad! I grinded against the guy behind me, trying to force his cock into me. That's when he figured out I was awake, and wanted to be fucked. He fucked me hard, all the while Jeff was sucking on my titties. We kind of all came at the same time, and I guess we were too loud, and that is when we were caught," I said, feeling my face flame.

  He moved behind me with a soapy sponge and dripped the soapy water onto my shoulders, "So you're covered in cum? Did anyone cum inside of you?"

  "No," I said breathlessly as I felt the water dripping down my shoulders, sudsy rivulets streaming down my torso and back.

  "How am I supposed to believe you?" Conrad spoke against my ear. "You've already lied so many times tonight. Your word alone will not suffice. I need to check. Lean over and put your hands against the chair."

  I couldn't believe he was serious, that he was actually going to examine me? I thought about protesting then thought better of it. It would be easier to get it over with than to face the Infected at night. I parted my legs as I grabbed hold of the chair, curling my fingers around it tightly, hoping that he would be quick.

  "Have you ever let anyone cum in your pussy before?" he asked as he trailed the sponge down my back.

  "No. Never. I swear." I insisted.

  The lukewarm water dripped down the small of my back and streaked down my ass cheeks. He swiped the sponge across each fleshy globe. "Yet you let two strangers cum all over your body?"