Dear Reader,
In this chapter, the Heroine is tied up, stripped and exhibited naked to her younger brother.
That is the synopsis of what you are about to read. If this ain't your cup of tea, please move on; I've just saved you from a 3500 word retelling of a one line sentence.
For those of you who still wish to proceed, thank you and please forgive my brashness.
You will find some:
Incest/Taboo,
ENF/CMNF,
and some form of nonconsensual/reluctant sex.
Please do not proceed any further if these subject matters offend you.
As always, your votes and comments are very much appreciated if they provide polite and constructive criticism...
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While the trio was sleeping, the sickness that had overtaken the planet was spreading like a rapidly propagating virus. The packed metropolitan centers were the areas of highest concentration of carnage. Contamination and propagation were almost instantaneous. Rural areas with very low population density were spared some of the brunt of the epidemic for now. However, even small towns such as the one where Lara's folks lived were already seeing the effects of the horror.
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When Lara woke up famished, she was physically sore and emotionally drained.
For now, the effects of the worldwide pandemic had only manifested themselves to her on a very personal level unrelated to the horrors spreading outside. In a matter of a few hours, Derrick had changed. He had thrown out all of societies norms and taken possession of his best's friends sister.
He had ruthlessly taken her several more times that first day while, unbeknownst to her, her brother Billy had peeked in through the open door.
The woman was thoroughly humiliated by the entire set of events that had unfolded.
An eighteen-year-old young man she had known since his childhood had stripped naked the thirty-year-old woman, exhibited her to her mentally challenged brother, and taken possession of her body.
Derrick had grown up alongside her younger brother.
He was young. He was family. He was not supposed to take charge and oversee the group.
He was not supposed to have seen her naked or to have taken control of her body.
He, certainly, was not supposed to have fucked her to multiple orgasms the way he had.
Lara hated herself and her body for the way it had responded.
She was educated enough to know that vaginal lubrication and even climax were physiological responses that were not necessarily associated with any form of consent.
But why did she experience so much pleasure from the terrible shame and humiliation?
Was it the taboo? Was it the fact that so many rules were being broken?
She did not seem to have any control over how her body reacted.
Should she be torturing herself for bodily reflexes that were outside of her control?
The problem was that Derrick did not care whether she was reluctantly fucking him or not.
He wanted to get himself off and the fact that Lara was cumming too was just an added bonus.
The problem was that Derrick was using her body's natural reaction to further entice additional shame and degradation out of her and, like a vicious self-perpetuating cycle, the more shame she felt the hornier she seemed to get.
The problem was that she had not even gotten out of bed yet and she was already burning up with shame and humiliation and these feeling where already making her sex hot and wet with desire.
After trying to get a grip on her irrational arousal, she slowly got up and went to take a long cold shower.
How was she going to face the boys?
What was the World turning into and how would the few survivors be behaving now? Should she try taking control of the group? How? Should she accept her new station in life? Should she run away?
She knew the answer to the last question. It was almost rhetorical. She would not survive outside of the fortified house. She would be an exposed pray to the zombies and to all kinds of danger.
The other questions would need further thought, examination and planning she reflected as she dried herself.
As she opened her travel bag, the sexual arousal that had subsided thanks to the cold shower returned with a vengeance. As she looked through her things, a burning sense of mortification took a hold of her and made the pulsating heat at the center of her most intimate flesh swell further.
Lara had not planned on an extended visit.
She was supposed to be in town for one night only.
She had packed lightly and was horrified to see that she owned only one pair of cotton panties, a bra, and one additional summer dress... nothing more.
Lara had not lived in this house in many years and had no other belongings that would fit her.
Billy's mom, her dad's second wife, was a tiny five-foot tall petite woman who loved to wear tight fitting wear, none of her clothes would ever fit the athletic frame of the five-foot-eight Lara.
Due to his stunted growth, Billy was not much taller than his mom and Lara's dad was a six-foot-four giant.
For as long as the zombies were in town, Lara would essentially be stuck with the clean summer dress that was in her luggage and the one she had worn into town the day before.
A good old pair of loose comfy jeans would have made her feel so much safer from the impulses of the testosterone filled Derrick.
She half-heartedly got dressed hoping that her flimsy cloths wouldn't stimulate his overactive sex-drive.
She quietly made her way down to the reinforced dark first floor.
The boys were trying to watch the News and she tiptoed around them towards the kitchen trying to avoid detection.
She was not ready to face them yet.
However, the boys had nothing to see; most TV channels were either off-line, showing an emergency advisory, or showing the events of the previous night's massacres in a loop.
They were quickly alerted of Lara's movements by the squeaks of the creaky wooden floor.
Lara turned as red as a tomato in an instant.
It was Billy.
"Little" mentally-challenged Billy who had not spoken in so many years.
Billy who was mostly unreactive to outside stimuli.
He was the one who had just turned to Lara and had immediately started undressing her with his eyes.
Lara's shame soared to new heights.
Apparently, Billy's response to her forced nudity and exhibition had not been a one-off event and he was now reacting to Lara's presence in the same sexually charged manner as he had the day before.
Lara scampered to the kitchen hoping that the boys would turn their attention back to the television.
For a few seconds, she thought that she would be left alone.
She switched on the neon lights and poured herself a bowl of cereal with milk.
The two young men entered the kitchen as she pulled a heavy wooden chair to sit.
Her heart sank.
"Hey Lara! How did you sleep last night?" asked Derrick with a crooked smile on his face.
She smiled back and brought her spoon to her mouth.
Maybe, if she played it cool, they would leave her alone.
"You know, I slept like a log," he continued.
Lara struggled to swallow her food as knots formed in her stomach.
"I think Billy slept well too. Right Billy?" he asked as he turned to him.
Billy nodded eagerly with a huge grin on his face.
"Wow!" thought Lara forgetting her torment for an instant. Billy had answered a direct question? That was a first.
Unfortunately, her happiness was cut short by Derrick's voice.
"Did you see that? Billy just answered my question. Isn't that amazing?" he commented.
"I wonder what has happened to him since yesterday. Do you remember what brought Billy back to us? What made him come out of his shell like that?" he probed and prodded.
Lara started fidgeting in her chair.
The utter degradation was making her feverish and Billy was unwittingly at the heart of it.
"You know what I think? I think that it was your naked titties that did it. Right Billy?" he inquired.
Again, Billy nodded with a huge smile on his face.
Lara jumped up and sprinted toward the stairs. She did not like where the conversation was headed. She wanted to go back to her room and put a door between the two boys and herself.
Derrick caught up to her in a flash.
They wrestled for a few minutes as they had done the previous day.
Again, the fight had been lost before it had begun.
Despite her five-foot-eight stature, Derrick's massive towering body was no match for Lara.
He had once again lifted her by holding her arms high up above her head thus forcing her to stand on the ball of her feet.
"Please! Derrick! Let me go! What are you doing? Let me go!" she pleaded with him.
"Come on L! You want to cure your Billy, don't you? Who knew? All this time and all you had to do was flash him your tits. Now that's a heck of a cure, am'a right?" he teased.
Lara stared at him in silence. She could not believe what he was saying, what he seemed to be suggesting.
"You just need to strip and walk around naked for a little bit. That's all. Think of Billy... It's for him," he offered with the look of the cat who had swallowed the canary.
"No! He is my brother! Let me go! I can't do that! It's not allowed! It's so taboo! It's just not right! Let go of me!" she screamed.
Derrick looked at her amused.
"Oh well, if you are not gonna cooperate... I think I've a solution for that," he replied.
Derrick forced Lara once again towards the main staircase in the entrance hall of the farm house.
The young woman was being led with her arms stretched above her head towards the wooden handrail of the stairs.
Derrick pulled his leather belt from his pants and tied her hands above her head to the banister.
She was now standing on her toes tied up like an animal with very limited freedom of movement.
