The following story is a work of fiction. The author does not condone such action in real life.
Breaking The Quarantine
By Darklord
The virus had ravaged everything. The economy collapsed and Marshal law was introduced. Citizens were told to stay indoors. All public utilities were taken over by the government. Food and water rationing were introduced and delivered to the doorsteps by armed military police. Anyone caught breaking the rules and venturing outside would be subject to arrest.
Amid the social breakdown, lawlessness flourished. Rogue gangs armed with stolen weapons seized and robbed supply trucks then sold the supplies underground to those who had the money to buy. To the poor who had no money this meant they were at the mercy of strangers, or face a slow, agonizing death by starvation.
In a small apartment, twenty-one-year-old Faith tipped the can and shook the last bit of beans from its contents. Her life at college had been one of study by day and party by night. Living off the income from her parents, she never thought about tomorrow. Now, cut off from them and any source of income, she was broke and desperate. The last ration of food delivered to her door was stolen by some low life pieces of shit. The news got worse. The daily update from the government told everyone that a massive shortage of food had depleted the storage facilities. They were urged to ration what food they had for another week or so. She knew she could not survive a week without food and water.
She faced two decisions. Break the imposed curfew and steal some food, or stay in the run-down apartment and die, no doubt to be eaten by the rats. She, of course, chose the first option. She would wait until the cover of darkness, sneak out the window and pilfer some food somewhere, then rush back here. If she could do that for a week until the food rations resumed, she could stay alive.
Faith dressed in some dark clothing and waited by the window for the cover of darkness. A cute girl with short blonde hair, and a thin but shapely frame, she was agile and quick. She opened the window and slithered down the black metal railings of the fire escape until she reached the street below, which was deserted and eerie.
Alone and frightened, Faith crept along the alleys looking for any sign of discarded food or water. Finally, she saw some dogs on a porch fighting over a cardboard box. The poor people inside must have died. She rushed to the porch and beat the dogs away with a stick she had found. Peering inside the box she gave sigh of relief. Cheese, bread, canned goods and some bottled water were there. With a sigh of relief, she folded the top of the box and bent to pick it up. That is when she felt the cold barrel of the weapon press against her neck.
A brutish hand was felt on her shoulder and she was whirled around to face the angry stares of a half dozen men in fatigue uniforms and brandishing military style weapons.
“What do we have here?” a deep voice spoke. “Breaking the curfew and stealing food. You are in deep shit girl.”
The man pressed the barrel of the gun against her forehead and clicked the chamber to fire.
“What else have you stolen?” the man asked.
“Nothing. I swear. My rations were stolen, and I have nothing to eat. Please, I will starve without food and water,” Faith pleaded as her hands went above her head.
“What’s that to us? Rules are rules. Let’s see if you have stolen anything else this night. Strip. Take everything off and toss your clothes over!” the man growled.
Fear suddenly gripped Faith as she stared into the lusty eyes of the strong men. She was no match for their brute strength, much less their assault weapons.
“Please…let me go,” she pleaded through teary eyes.
“Strip bitch!” came the cruel reply.
Faith’s lips were quivering as she realized she had no choice but to comply. She pushed off her shoes and socks and kicked them over to the men. Next came the pull over shirt, then she nervously unhooked her bra, freeing her modest but firm tits. Snaking out of her pants, she tossed them over to the men, then slithered her panties down her legs, stepping out of them. She was now butt naked in front of a group of armed men. She felt helpless and shamed.
“Hands on your head and spread your legs wide,” the man barked.
Faith sniffled and fought back the tears as she locked her arms on top of her head as ordered. She then spread her legs as wide as she could without losing her balance.
“Search her. Search every hole!” the man ordered as he kept the gun on her.
Four burly men with chiseled jaws and muscular bodies approached her with lust in their eyes. She felt their hands on her naked flesh, kneading, pawing, and probing every inch. They squeezed and fondled her tits, slapped her ass, felt her pussy, even prying the labia apart and running their fingers inside her. Another finger forced its way inside her asshole. She could feel their hot breath against her neck as they all probed her body at will. Their demented laughs filled the air as tears of shame ran down the sides of her face.
“This bitch needs taught a serious lesson about breaking the law,” the male holding the gun growled to the others.
Faith had no way of knowing, but the guys that were holding her were a band of renegades who had broken with the established authority and making their own rules.
“Let’s take her somewhere private and show her how we deal with lawbreakers,” The man growled as he literal picked Faith up and draped her over his shoulder. Her bare butt was sticking upwards as he carried her over his shoulder while she kicked her feet and flailed her hands about in a useless effort to free herself.
The men carried Faith into a brick building and placed her inside what appeared to more of a cell than a room. There were no windows, one door, and a cot with a bare mattress. She was tossed face down and then her hands and feet were chained to the four corners of the bed.
Faith heard the men shuffling around, then a fiery sting inflamed her body as the man who had held the gun against her earlier began to lash her naked body with a coiled-up leather belt. She screamed and writhed as the belt struck her bare ass, upper back, legs and thighs until her body bore the marks of the hellish torment. She shook and trembled with each assault as the men took turns whipping her naked flesh.
“You want it to stop!” the main one spoke.
“Yes! Please stop, I beg you, I can’t take anymore!” Faith wept as her body blazed in tormented heat.
She felt the cuffs being unchained from her wrists and ankles, and she was picked up by the hair and made to sit on the bed on her knees facing the men. The one who seemed to be the leader unzipped his pants and fleshed out his cock.
“You are going to suck every one of our cocks dry, and you damn well better not spill one drop of cum. You swallow it bitch! You can start with mine,” He hissed as he pulled her face towards his flaccid cock and held it there.
The dank smell of his sex filled her nostrils as she sought the courage to part her lips and begin the degrading task. Her body still ached and throbbed from the whippings she had just received. That alone motivated her to do as she was told.
She cupped her trembling hands around the thick shaft and guided it to her mouth as the other men looked on lustfully and dropped their pants to begin stroking their cocks, knowing their time would come to feel her hot little mouth around their cocks.
Soon, she felt the cock growing hard, stretching her lips apart as it grew inside her mouth, but suddenly felt her head jerked to the side and another man’s cock was roughly stuffed inside. He had jerked it to semi-hardness, and she struggled to get it inside.
This is the way it went. As soon as she would get one man hard, another would jerk her head to him and force her to suck it. It went back and forth for what seemed forever until each had shot his thick load into her mouth and held her nose to ensure she swallowed it.
Once again, she was chained naked to the bed as the men left her in the room. Shivering, hungry, and her belly full of spent cum, she groaned, not even being able to turn from side to side. She eventually dozed off to a troubled sleep only to awoken later by the men returning to the room. This time they were all naked, their cocks jutting out half erect.
One by one, the men climbed on top of the bed and drove their cocks into her tight pussy, pounding her savagely as they took turns raping her until they filled her insides with cum. Again, the sadistic men left her tied to the bed, leaking their spent cum onto the mattress beneath her. All through the night, every few hours they would return and gang rape her until they had all had her.
The next morning, she awoke sore, dirty, and famished for food. One of the men brought her a doggie dish filled with some vile sort of gruel, and a small bottle of water. He laughed as he left. With no way to eat, Faith was forced to lap the bowl like a dog. The tasteless food settled on her stomach like concrete and about an hour later she was cramping.
“I have to go to the bathroom!” she cried out as she strained against the chains binding her hands and feet.
The men ignored her cries for awhile and soon one appeared at the door.
“Please untie me. I need to use a toilet,” she pleaded.
The door opened and Faith looked on in wide-eyed shock as the man scooted a white plastic bucket across the floor and began untying her.
“That’s your toilet bitch,” he growled as he laughed and left, locking the door behind him.
“Nooooo! You can’t do this, please,” Faith wept as she pounded on the locked door.
Soon, desperation took over and she wept as she squatted over the bucket and relieved herself. The smell of shit filled the room, causing her to hang her head in shame. She scooted the vile contents as far into the corner as she could in order to avoid the smell.
She laid back down on the bed and again drifted into a troubled sleep. Several hours went by and the door burst open. Some men made her grab the bucket and marched her down the hall to an open shower and a toilet she could dump the contents into. They stood and watched as she bathed herself. When she got out, she discovered there were no towels. Shivering, and dripping wet, they forced her to grab the bucket and march back to the room where she was once again chained hand and foot.
Another feeding was soon followed by another round of gang rapes, this time they rolled her over and raped her virgin ass until it bled from the assault.
A few hours later, the familiar face of the man who had held the gun on her originally appeared at the door.
“You have nearly paid for your crimes. One more step to go,” he remarked as she loosened her bonds and walked her naked down the hallway. She was marched into an open, dimly lit area and when her eyes adjusted, she gasped in horror. A few feet in front of her was a noose hanging from a ceiling. Beneath is was a single chair. Hands shoved her forward as she tried to fight and resist.
Her arms were grabbed and pinned behind her back, fastened with rope. They then literally lifted her onto the chair. She wept and pleaded for them to let her go as they wrapped the noose around her neck.
She watched through tear-dimmed eyes as the chair was kicked out from underneath her. Her body went limp as the rope tightened its grip. Her bladder gave in and she pissed down her legs as her body shook and trembled until everything faded to black.
“Take her out and burn her with the others,” the leader remarked as he lit a cigarette and walked away.
