(Thanks for the comments. It's fun to see others enjoy my dark little fantasy here. Here's more about what happens to me living with Billy and Derrick in the apocalypse)
Chapter 2
The Next Few Days.
The next few days were hard work, for a number of reasons. The food started to run out quickly. More quickly than it should have been, but with little to do all day eating started to become a way to pass the boredom. It was mainly Billy's doing. Derrick put his foot down pretty quickly and started a rationing system. He put Lara in charge of that, while he started making plans regarding heating and cooking food without electricity.
The three of them unplugged the stainless-steel cooker and then dragged it out of its space in the kitchen, shoving it out of the way in a corner. It left a space above which was the stainless-steel overhead extractor cowl, which Derrick had realized would make a perfect chimney. Then he stripped away the flooring and then mixed up some cement from a bag in the garage. He essentially plastered the area, the floor and walls where the cooker has been and then left it to dry. He would get some bricks from one of the raised beds in the back garden and get wood and have that as their cooking fire. It would also help them with heating come the cold winter nights. Maybe later he'd see about replicating the idea in the master bedroom. But, for now the single fire in the kitchen would suffice.
Billy spent most of his time looking out of the upstairs windows, and most of that was spent staring over at the Pritchard's house opposite, through his father's binoculars, hoping to spot Becky, with equal hopes that he would see her naked and getting fucked... And not seeing her naked and getting fucked. The rest of his time he obsessed over making plans to try and rescue her from her abusers, but in reality, all of his making plans was little more than a game to him, fantasizing, playing. Ninja techniques and military assaults. Even the less fantastic ideas still utilized either equipment or skills that they didn't possess.
For Lara, when she wasn't working in the house, cooking, cleaning, tidying etc. alongside Derrick. She was kneeling in front of him, bent over in front of him or lying flat on her back underneath him. Derrick hadn't been exaggerating when he'd said about cumming seven or eight times a day. And now that, to all intents and purposes Lara was his property, he took full advantage of using her talents to their fullest extent, randomly, whenever the mood took him.
Stuck in her parent's home with only one emergency change of her own clothes, Lara had quickly been forced to borrow her mother's things.
Fortunately, Mrs Catallina always tended to dress younger than her years so the choices weren't too unacceptable from Lara's point of view, not that she gave much consideration to fashion now that she was locked inside her personal prison.
Unfortunately, Lara's mother was a good size smaller than Lara and three inches shorter so most of the clothes, although they did fit her slender, luscious figure, were a little on the tight side and never quite fit correctly. Although Derrick certainly enjoyed the result.
It almost immediately became a matter of whatever Derrick wants Derrick gets. And what Derrick wanted more often than not was too rip Lara's clothes off her body, force her down into whatever position was easiest or quickest to get her into and then fuck her silly.
All too often Derrick would be in the middle of improving the fortifications, often with Billy and Lara helping, then he would stop, stare at Lara for a few seconds and then go over to her and rip her clothing off, or at least open. Blouse buttons would scatter in all directions, trousers would be snatched open at the crotch, often ruining the zipper and then yanked forcefully down past her knees. She would either be forced to her knees, either by hands digging into her slender shoulders and pushing down hard or a hand in her long blonde hair pulling her into the same position.
Derrick's cock would be hauled out and stuffed into Lara's obedient mouth, or after the first half dozen times, Lara would take the hint and take up the position, get out the cock and then suck it to orgasm. She always performed her best oral work simply in order to get it finished as quickly as possible.
She also gave up on wearing underwear. Her own garments were ruined in the first day. She tried putting on some of her mother's but the bras were too big, and the panties... Well, she just couldn't bring herself to wear her own mother's underwear, so she didn't bother with them. And Derrick seemed to appreciate the simplicity and ease of getting to her holes with only having one layer of clothing to shred.
The first day, from the afternoon to the early hours, Lara had to suck Derrick of five times, each time swallowing a hefty load of his spunk, three of them at meal times, one drawn out occasion in the evening, the latter feeling like some kind of recreational pastime from Derrick's perspective, the boy relaxing back on the couch with one of her dad's tumblers full of whiskey and the top of Lara's head gripped in the other while she leaned across his lap and sucked him off, she had wanted to get it over with as she had already learned to, but this time Derrick wanted his pleasure drawn out, so, using his grip of her hair whenever he got too close he would yank her up off his cock and force her to lewdly French kiss him for a couple of minutes, or tug her higher so he could suck on her pinch-stiffened nipples for a while. But before long she would be shoved down onto his erection again and the sucking would continue.
He made that last over an hour that first evening. Straight after cumming in her mouth and making her swallow it, he pulled her up onto his lap, her thighs outside of his, face to face and made her fuck him, bouncing rapidly on his lap while he spanked her ass and harshly sucked her tits.
All the while Billy had been sat in one of the armchairs, not three feet away from the fuck-couch, watching and feeling part horny, part angry and upset. And loathing all three of them, himself and Lara for not standing up to Derrick and Derrick for being Derrick. He had turned out to be one of those people you heard about, only kept in check by society. Once the rules were removed he became an animal who did what he wanted when he wanted to and fuck the consequences, and fuck what it did to anyone else. It had been dark by then and Billy had been barely able to see, little more than silhouettes and the disgusting noises they were making, noises that sickened and excited him simultaneously.
Afterwards, Derrick had taken Lara to bed, slept for a couple of hours but then had woken up horny and aggressive and wanting to fuck. He hadn't even woken Lara up before he started on her, stuffing his erection past her slack lips and shoving it right to the entrance to her throat, with one hand at her throat and the other tweaking and twisting her nipples cruelly. He had made her suck him to orgasm and then once she had swallowed his load as always, he had rolled her onto her face and drove his still fully erect member into her pussy from on top, bouncing his bulk on her firm and pliant, though still cushioning bottom. All Lara could do was silently give thanks that Derrick didn't seem interested in anal.
The other part of it was that Billy could obviously see and hear just about everything that was going on. She could feel him staring whenever Derrick made her suck him off. She felt him staring when she walked about without a bra on.
And during the nights she had more than once caught glimpses of Billy, his shadow, his silhouette, reflections in the mirror on the vanity or in the frame-glass covering the family photographs on the bedroom walls. It was always the same, standing there just out of the always open bedroom door watching and listening and masturbating furiously. Watching his friend raping her again and again for hours at a time. Every night.
Billy.
Billy had been feeling queasy for the last few hours, in the early evening, he had seen a man coming to the Pritchard's house opposite with three huge Mastiffs type dogs. Each with a heavy chain leash and each pulling at it all the way up the drive and scrabbling to gain entry into the house. Multiple female screams that followed once the dogs were let inside the property were clearly audible. And a second or two later Billy caught sight of a pale young figure appear from the side of the house and race across the lawn, chased down by three men, all of them carrying chains and baseball bats. One hefted a pump action shotgun.
The pale young figure was Becky, naked, battered, bruised and bloody, her hair matted and unkempt, nasty red welts visible on her perky breasts, which shook to the off-beat of her footfalls as she sprinted. Similar cruel marks cross-crossed her raw, though pertly round ass cheeks, which flexed erotically. Again, Billy felt pangs of horniness, guilt and sympathy for the girl of his dreams. She was screaming in sheer panic. The barking of the dogs punctuating her noise which was paralleled by similar screams from at least another two females inside the Pritchard house.
Poor Becky didn't get far, she looked sore and numb and then men chasing her were fit and energized. One of them threw his chain, a thick length of high tensile steel by the looks of it, the kind to secure industrial size doors with huge padlocks passed through the links, at Becky's legs and it caught her ankles and whipped around her feet tripping her. She was up and off again but the split second she'd been face down on the ground was enough for the men to close that gap and she was grabbed by the hair, the breasts and the legs, hauled up off the ground and hauled back, kicking, screaming and wailing in utter despair, carried back to the Pritchard house, where men and dogs waited for her.
The screams and crying and wailing moans, mixed in with grunts and laughter of men and the barks and whining of dogs lasted for hours and constantly distracted Billy from everything that was going on in the house. Everything Derrick was doing to Lara, and even from seeing Lara sucking Derrick off and seeing her naked and hearing them constantly fucking.
He just felt so utterly helpless. Alone. Afraid.
