Chapter 5 Cue and the Asshole NSFW Trigger !

Cue doesn’t wake up right away when hands start to roam her body from behind. She doesn’t wake up when a strong, warm body slips in behind her and presses something hard between her legs. Nor does she wake up when the scratch of a beard tickles her neck or a hot tongue licks her earlobe.

It wasn’t until her pants were unbuttoned, and the unfamiliar feel of a man clutching her mound, that Cue jerked awake with a start. 

“Barrow! What the fuck are you doing?” she snarled.

Barrow growled in her ear and held her tighter, he slipped his middle finger between her folds and started to take what didn’t belong to him.

“Barrow, stop!” Cue demanded.

Barrow shoved a finger inside her, hard and fast.

“Barrow, please!” Cue begged, but he covered her mouth to muffle her screams.

Cue started to panic, she flailed against his grasp but it was no use. He was too strong. 

“Relax, Elizabeth. If you relax this will be good for both of us,” Barrow whispered. His grasp on her mouth tightened as he slipped his hand away from her core and started to rip her pants off her. Barrow pressed his naked cock from his unzipped pants to her exposed bottom. “Mmm, doesn’t that feel good baby?” he crooned.

Hot tears streamed down Cue’s face, her body closed down, and her fight waned. She wondered if she just surrendered, maybe if she let him do it just once, he would have left her alone, but her hatred wouldn’t let her surrender. She struggled violently, her body thrashing and bucking against his, but it was no use. 

Barrow grabbed her thigh, his meaty hand almost wider than her leg, and he wrenched her legs open forcefully. “Shut up and take it, God dammit!” Barrow hissed. He looked around the room, made sure everyone was still asleep on the other side of the fire, and then pressed his cock inside her. 

Cue’s eyes flared and she went completely still. The tears on her face turned from rage to disbelief as he pushed himself in and out over and over. Her body reacted, fighting her mind, and Cue could feel the pain turn to pleasure. She wanted to puke, wanted to bite him, but most of all? Cue wanted to die rather than endure one more minute of this torture.

“Fuck, I knew you’d be tight!” Barrow groaned as he kissed and nipped her neck. 

Cue whimpered, hands trembling as she raised them to her mouth and tried to pull.

“Haven’t you realized yet, baby? You’re fucking mine! Stop fighting it and moan like the good little girl you are!”

Cue sobbed against his hands, her whole body trembling. She tried to make her mind go elsewhere, anywhere but here. Being eaten alive by zombies would have been a better fate than this.

Finally, Barrow grunted, his hips moved rapidly for a moment, and then hot seed exploded inside of Cue. Barrow gasped, groaning so loud it echoed off the dome walls, and his men woke to the sound.

“Who’s next, boys?” Barrow laughed as he pulled out of Cue’s body and stood. He yanked up his pants and stared down at Cue with a cocky grin on his face.

Cue lay beneath him, trembling, shaking her head, unable to say anything at all as she watched the other three men get out of their sleeping bags and walk around the fire.

“Barrow! What the fuck did you do? She said no!” Zero roared.

Barrow laughed, his shoulders rolling as he stretched, “She’s the last woman on the godforsaken planet, it had to happen sooner or later!”

“You’re a fucking piece of shit, Barrow!” Zero growled at him. He pushed him roughly and tried to help Cue but Barrow grabbed the back of his jacket and punched Zero straight in the face.

“I’m your fucking Leader, Zero!” Barrow roared, and he punched Zero in the face twice. 

Behind him, Joker stood grinning from ear to ear, taking in every inch of Cue’s exposed bottom half as he licked his lips. “Dibs!” he sneered as he walked around Barrow and unzipped his pants.

“This is not honorable!” Ninja spat on the floor and stepped between Cue and Joker. The slick sound of his katana being pulled from its sheath made Joker stop in his tracks.

“What are you going to do, Ninja? Kill me?” Joker laughed.

Ninja moved into a defensive stance, raising his Katana in preparation to do just that. “If I must,” he said, his voice menacing.

Cue couldn’t handle another moment. The men were distracted; it was time to get away. Time to run away. As quickly as she could, she yanked her pants back up and made a run for it. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a rat untangle himself from her jacket on the cot and run after her. The rat caught up to her and leaped, he landed and hissed at the men fighting each other.

“Joker! Don’t let her get away!” Barrow roared.

But Cue had already reached the door. 

She turned around and glared at the men as she punched the headlight and the door swung open. She turned, ran, and fell flat on her back. Confused, Cue looked up slowly; the first thing she saw was bloodstained dots, the camouflage pants stretched over too-big muscles, and a heavily armored chest beneath it all, and on top of it all was a horrifying, menacing helmet that gleamed in the firelight from outside. The monster of a man had his hand raised to knock on the dome, but now he was looking between Cue and the fighting men. It took him seconds to realize what had happened, and then the gun strapped to his back was turned and aimed at the men.