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  "I swear it is the truth. I'm not lying. It just happened!" I felt ashamed for what happened earlier, but also for the sensations that were stirring deep inside my lower belly. I was becoming entirely too aroused by this man's touch. How could this be happening again? What was wrong with me?

  He cleaned my pussy off then slid a finger into my tight hole, "How many men have touched you like this?"

  I made a soft, gaspy sound as I felt his finger thrust into me. "Before tonight, just one. My ex-boyfriend Tommy."

  "You had sex with him?" he asked as he inserted another finger. My slick, inner walls quivered involuntarily around his probing fingers.

  "Not exactly," I whimpered, trying not to outright moan at the sensations rippling through me. I felt lightheaded as my flesh tingled around his probing fingers.

  "What do you mean?" he asked as he wedged his fingers deeper into me.

  "We never went all the way. We would make out and stuff. We did oral a few times, and I let him finger me."

  He pumped his fingers into me a few times before pulling them away. He rubbed his fingers against my inner thigh, smearing my wetness across my skin. I tried not to whimper as he swiped the sponge across my pussy lips. "Did you let him talk dirty to you too?"

  "Sometimes." I answered hoarsely as I tried to force the delicious sensations away, to ignore how Mister Conrad was making me feel.

  "What would he say?"

  "Stuff like how he was going to fuck me, and how he was going to lick my pussy until I came over and over. We did sixty-nine a couple of times, and it was my favorite. Usually we did it on my parent's bed. Do you think it was a sin? I mean, we didn't have like, real sex. His cock was never in my pussy, so I never counted it." I had a bad habit of talking too much when I was nervous.

  Mister Conrad maneuvered me around so that I was facing him. He dipped the sponge into the water, wetting it again, and then caressed it across my neck and collar bone. "You think that just because he didn't penetrate you that it wasn't a sin? Did it feel like a sin?"

  I sucked my bottom lip as he lowered the sponge, cleaning my breasts slowly. My nipples hardened as he swiped the sponge across them. "I don't remember really. All I remember was that it felt so good. Incredibly good. Lexa said it wasn't bad as long as we didn't really fuck."

  He flicked his finger across my nipple, "So this isn't a sin?" he asked as he toyed with my hard little bud. My eyes widened as sensation shot through me. "Or this?" he asked just before flicking his tongue across the other nipple.

  My pulse quickened and I groaned. "I don't know...I don't think so." My voice was breathy, a mere whisper. My clit began to throb.

  "So as long as I don't put my 'dick into your pussy', we are okay?" His tone was incredulous. "It doesn't count at all if I do this?" He trailed his fingers down my belly and cupped my plump mound, giving it a squeeze as he wiggled his index finger between my pink, slick folds.

  My breath quickened as I locked my gaze with his. I could see desire smoldering, enflamed by what he was doing to me. Boldly, I touched the tip of my tongue to my upper lip seductively, as if to tease him. "No."

  His expression darkened, "You little slut. You tempt men on purpose, don't you? You like it when you make a man's dick all hard." He fingered my cunt forcefully as he scolded me. "You like the power you have over us. I was hoping you'd be innocent, that others had tempted you into sin, but I think the truth is revealing itself. It's all you."

  Unshed tears glistened at his harsh words, yet my body betrayed my emotion. I wanted to yell at him, to tell him it wasn't my fault! But some dark, secret part of me liked being naughty. It felt so, so good, to have a man fingering my pussy. "I'm not a slut! You're the one touching me!"

  "To teach you a lesson. To find out the truth of who, and what, you are." He slid two fingers deep into my pussy as his thumb rubbed circles around my clit. "Look how wet you are. You're practically soaking my hand. Only a dirty little slut would get this wet. Go on, admit how much you like me touching your pussy."

  I sniffled despite the sensations coursing through my body. I wanted to deny it, but I knew it was pointless. "I...I like it."

  "You like what? Say it."

  "I like your fingers inside of me, okay! I like how it feels when you rub my clit!" I half yelled, half moaned.

  He pumped his fingers deeper into me as he roughly rubbed my clit, "You should be ashamed of yourself. You are about to cum, aren't you?"

  I gasped a soft little sound and nodded, "I'm sorry!" I felt so ashamed and yet so aroused.

  "You could, if you wanted to. But you want to cum, don't you? You want me to do this. You want my fingers fucking your pretty little cunt. I bet you want me to lick you a little bit too, don't you? But only whores would want this, Ashlyn. Are you a whore? Do you want my mouth on your pussy?"

  I groaned my response, imagining what it'd feel like to have his tongue there. He knelt down in front of me and stuck his tongue into my folds as he finger-fucked me. He nibbled on my clit, licking and sucking loudly. My hands fisted into the fabric of his shirt as I tried to steady myself, not wanting to fall over. My knees felt weak, like they were going to buckle any minute.

  I couldn't believe this was happening, and yet I couldn't stop it from happening either. I knew it was wrong. I knew he was trying to teach me a lesson, but I wanted this. I was so very close to orgasm. "Ohhh...oh god." I cupped a hand behind his head and held him in place as he ate me. I moaned a deep, guttural sound in the back of my throat as I came. Fluids flushed his face, and he licked every drop of it.

  Shame consumed me as I caught my breath. I watched as he stood up and went over to the sink. He splashed water on his face then dried it with a worn towel.

  "I'm sorry," I whispered, "I guess I really am a whore."

  He settled down onto the chair after removing the water bowl. He stared up at me, "And whores need to be punished. Come here."

  I moved closer to him; my knees brushed against his. He tugged my hand and pulled me across his lap, bottom up. "I didn't want it to come to this. I tried to spare you." He smacked my bottom hard, no doubt leaving a red mark. "But you are a temptress. You cause good men to do evil." He spanked me again. Little did he know that the pain from the firm slap of his fingers against my soft cheeks was turning me on; arousing me and fulfilling a kinky desire to be dominated; to be spanked until my cheeks were red.

  "Promise me that you'll give up your wicked games, that you'll stop tempting men." He spanked me even harder, enough to make tears sting my eyes. "Promise it."

  "I promise!" I whimpered as he spanked me again.

  He whacked my ass once more, but this time he let his hand linger on my bottom. He massaged my skin, pressing down, rubbing me intimately against his crotch. I could feel his erection nudged against my pussy. Oh dammit! Was this my fault? He groaned as he continued to grind himself against me, through his clothes. "You want this," he whispered.

  I said nothing in response, though I did want it. I could feel the outline of his bulging cock beneath the thin fabric of his pants, nudging between my wet, slick folds. I rubbed myself against it.

  He pushed my ass cheeks apart and caressed his fingers around my tight little asshole. The feel of his fingers toying with my ass sent a shiver down my spine. Arching my back, I tried to maneuver myself so his fingers would delve deeper into me. It was giving such pleasure, that I'd become wet once more - my pussy leaking fluid down onto his lap; onto that hard bulging cock beneath me. I moaned as he nudged his finger inside and forced it deeper. "Have you ever been touched here?"

  "No," I uttered, writhing against his lap.

  He scooped a bit of my juices up and lubricated my puckered ring, then pushed me back over the chair as he stood behind me. I could hear his zipper being tugged down, followed by the rustling sound of his pants sliding down his thighs. His meaty cock pushed against my asshole as he said again, "You want this." He rubbed his hand along my lower back, and then slid it up to fist into my hair. He yank
ed my head back slightly as he grunted. "It's not a sin, right? Because I'm not in your pussy."

  I groaned low in my throat as I felt him rubbing against me. His breathing grew heavier, "Admit it. You want it," he commanded as he slipped a hand beneath me and fingered my clit roughly.

  My belly tightened with anticipation and pleasure hummed through my blood stream. Every part of me ached to feel his cock in me. "Yes," I admitted breathlessly.

  "Beg for it. Beg me to fuck your tight, virgin ass," he grunted.

  I whimpered obediently, my breath shallow. "Please fuck me in the ass."

  Ever so slowly, he pushed the tip of his dick into me. Searing pain mingled with intense pleasure, causing me to groan again. I curled my fingers around the back of the chair as he pushed in deeper. "So tight," he whispered as he pulled out a bit, and then thrust into me again. "And so good."

  Despite the wicked pain, I pushed back against his muscular thighs, meeting his every thrust. I wanted it deeper, harder. He stroked in and out of me at a slow pace at first, and then intensified the movement. I felt incredibly full, stretching tightly around his thick rod. It was an amazing feeling, of having him buried so deep inside of me. I whimpered and moaned as he moved within me.

  "You're such a little whore, making me fuck you like this; making me shove my dick into your ass. It's all your fault. You wanted this, remember, little slut?" He slapped my ass cheek harshly.

  I squeezed my eyes shut as I held tightly to the chair. My tits bounced, swaying with each thrust. "Yes," I answered breathlessly. I could feel the sting of his hand as he struck my ass again, slapping a few times as he thrust roughly into me.

  "I'm going to fill your little ass with my cum," he said between grunts. Yanking my hair, he pulled my head back and crushed his mouth against mine as he shot his load. I could feel every throb of his dick as he squirted every last drop of his cum into my ass. I could feel the warmth of it spreading and dripping between my cheeks as he eased himself out.

  He cleared his throat, and then said without making eye contact, "You can stay here until morning, but then you need to leave."

  I nodded sheepishly, wondering if I was finally 'atoned' or still a whore. He left the room without looking at me again.

  I cleaned myself up as best that I could at the sink, and pulled on my jeans and hoodie, leaving my panties and bra out on the sink to air dry. After pulling on my socks and boots, I settled down into a chair to wait for dawn. As I drifted off, I thought of Jeff and Reid, and hoped that they survived the night.

  ...and I couldn't help but wonder if I'd ever see them again.

  *

  "Is she awake?"

  "No, not yet. She was talking in her sleep, though I couldn't make out what she was trying to say."

  The voices were familiar but so distorted it sounded as if they were talking at the far end of a long tunnel. I fought my way towards consciousness as I listened to their conversation.

  "We should be safe enough here tonight. I have the downstairs windows boarded up. I'll work on the upstairs tomorrow."

  "Sounds good. I found some firewood and an entire pantry full of canned food. Looks like this place hasn't been touched."

  "Nice. Think we should risk the fire?"

  "Yeah. We're pretty remote, and that storm is about to break. It will cover the smoke."

  I drifted back into unconsciousness with a sigh of contentment. I was safe. That was the last thought that ran through my mind before I fell back into a dark sleep. For once, I didn't have nightmares. Instead, I dreamed of Reid and Jeff.

  *

  Sunlight blinded me as blinked open my eyes. With a groan, I snapped them closed and rolled over onto my side, pulling the cover up over my head.

  "Morning Sunshine." I recognized Reid's voice instantly. Warm and sensual, evoking memories of soft whispering against my ear as he took me from behind. I forced the memory away as I murmured unintelligibly back at him. I reluctantly pulled the cover down and opened one eye.

  He smiled, revealing straight white teeth. "I take it you're not a morning person."

  "No." I gave a glance around the room, "Where am I? And how did I get here?"

  "You don't remember anything?" he asked, keeping his eyes fixed on me.

  I searched my memory but came up with nothing. "No. All I remember is leaving that place..." I said, stifling a yawn. "But I was alone." Stretching my arms and hearing the creak of my bones, I brushed a strand of loose hair behind my ear. "How did I get here?"

  "That night, after they kicked us out, Jeff and I found an abandoned car nearby and used it for cover until daylight. We wanted to wait for you. Shortly after sunrise a horde of Infected came through as you came out of the gate, and you got caught up in the middle of them."

  I sat up, now fully awake. Had I just heard them correctly? I'd been trapped amidst the horde of Infected? Looking down my body, I frantically began to feel myself for any bites or wounds. "Am I infected?" I cried to Reid.

  "No, no. But you did lose your balance, fell, and hit your head on some rocks. You've been unconscious for a day or so."

  A day or so? How could I have lost an entire day without realising it? As I began to consider Reid's words, my face must have expressed my confusion. Reid was looking over at me, trying to calm me down.

  "We took turns carrying you," he said.

  "Where are we?" I asked.

  "Langston's farmhouse- at least that is the name on the mailbox. Jeff had found this place a couple of weeks ago before he went to the church. There were a couple of Infected roaming out in the fields, so he never tried looting the house. I brought up a couple of jugs of water for you and left them in the bathroom." He nodded towards the door opposite from the bed. "Your backpack and things are over there."

  I followed his gaze to the dresser. "Thanks. I appreciate it."

  "So. I guess I'll let you freshen up? Breakfast should be ready soon."

  Beginning to regain my composure, I took a deep breath; my lungs filling with clean, rural air. I could smell the aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafting on the breeze. I smiled, "Mmm, I smell coffee."

  "You're not going to believe this place. I can't wait to show you around." He stood and smiled before walking to the door, "See you downstairs."

  After he had left, I crawled out of the bed and stretched, feeling as if I had been laying there for a year instead of a day. My muscles ached, and I felt sore- but then I remembered why. Heat stole across my cheeks as I recalled how I had been sandwiched between the two men, touching and fucking.

  "Whore," the caretaker at the church had called me. His voice echoed in the back of my mind. I forced it away, deciding to think about that later. Instead, I'd concentrate simply on the task of bathing as best I could, and getting dressed. Oh, and eating. My stomach grumbled in response to the thought of breakfast.

  Gauzy white curtains floated as a strong breeze gusted throughout the room. I took a moment to look around, curious about who lived here before. Judging by the pale pink color on the walls, I assumed it was a girl, perhaps a little younger than me. The furniture was French provincial and looked as if someone had taken great care of it. I ran my finger across the dresser absently as I stopped to admire some pictures the girl had taped around the mirror's edge. Some with her friends, a few with a young guy, and one of her standing between two adults, who must have been her parents.

  My brows furrowed as I sighed, wondering what became of her. I hoped that she survived somehow, though in my heart I knew it was probably unlikely. Trying to suppress my guilt, I opened up her dresser drawer and squealed when I realized we wore the same size of clothes: panties, bras, clean tee shirts and oh-my-god jeans!

  "Ashlyn?" Reid yelled from outside the bedroom door. "You okay?"

  "Yeah, sorry. Just found some clothes in my size. I'm fine!"

  I could hear him chuckle through the door as I picked out a clean outfit and took it into the bathroom. After opening the window up to let in some fresh air, I strip
ped off my dirty clothes and sponged off as best I could, then changed into the new things I had just found.

  To say I felt like a new person was an understatement. I was clean, wearing clean clothes, and about to eat a cooked breakfast. Life was finally looking up!

  I studied myself in the mirror as I brushed out my hair. The color had changed. It now hung straight, streaked with golden highlights; I guess from being out in the sun every day. My clothes hung loose across my athletic frame. My skin was darker too, my face a bit freckled. My eyes seemed lighter, more pronounced against my sun kissed skin. Or maybe I was just full of it, maybe nothing was different at all. Maybe I just felt different.

  "You did just lose your virginity and let two other men touch you in the same night!" I whispered under my breath, disgusted with myself. A part of me was glad that it happened, but the other, not so much. I mean, it was nice to just have it over with. Everyone always makes such a fuss over their first times. But with two guys? And the whole thing with Mister Conrad? I shuddered and pushed it to the back of mind.

  "Morning." I shyly smiled to the guys as I stepped into the kitchen. It was bright and cheery, decorated in red and white checks- everything you'd imagine a farmhouse kitchen to look like. "Morning," they said in unison as they turned to greet me. Reid nodded at me from his place at the table and Jeff raised his hand, waving a spatula at me as he cooked over a wood-burning stove.

  "It smells delicious," I said to Jeff as I moved over to the stove.

  "Thanks! I found some eggs out back. Can you believe the chickens survived?" He grinned at me.

  I shook my head, "That is awesome."

  Reid spoke up, "Not just that, there is a year's worth of canned food here, at least."

  "Wow. I can't believe this place is untouched," I said as I settled down at the wooden table.

  "I think because it's so remote. Plus there were a couple of Infected roaming the front yard and fields," Jeff said as he put a plate in front of me. "We took care of them before we brought you in."