Author's Note: Here's Chapter 5, which I've hilariously nicknamed the "fuck" chapter. The word "fuck" appears many times in this installment.
Chapter itself contains NO sex, but don't be mad. Chapters 5 and 6 were originally one giant chapter (around 25 or 26 MS Word pages, single spaced), so in order to make things more spaced out, I divided them up. I'm not gonna force you to read, but for the purposes of the story, and for the purposes of making the sex scenes less forced later on, you'd all do well to read this chapter, too. Chapter 6 will seem THAT much better. I swear.
Enjoy. =)
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CHAPTER 5: Surrounded
Rating: R
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Fuck fuck fuck.
"What are we gonna do Leon?" Ashley's voice was panicked as Leon was quickly weighing their options. Two groups of villagers surrounded him and Ashley, coming from two different directions. Back across the wooden bridge they crossed, a large group had apparently made their way through the farm from whence Leon and Ashley came, tailing them through. Ahead of them to the left, a large group entered from some entrance not visible to Leon's line of sight. Fighting was out of the question. Not if he wanted to keep Ashley safe.
That left two choices. Between his combat knife and ammo, he could easily take down the wooden bridge, but not before the group to his left closed in on him and Ashley. Grenade was out of the question. Standing too far out in the open, Leon wouldn't have been able to make it to the cabin with Ashley fast enough to avoid shrapnel. The other option was holing up in the cabin while the two large groups surrounded them.
Those were some fine options he had.
On top of that, Hunnigan radioed in not a moment earlier, conveniently informing Leon that the chopper that was sent to pick up him and Ashley was shot down over the forest somewhere. So much for the villagers not using firearms.
Cabin's your only chance, move!
"I hate to say it, but we're sandwiched all right." Looking over his shoulder, Leon took in the two-story cabin structure. He wasn't too eager to corner himself in a house and re-enact Night of the Living Dead, but considering his lack of non-suicidal alternatives, his mind was made up.
"Quick, in that cabin!"
Leon grabbed Ashley's arm, and in an instant, they made a mad dash for the only door they saw. Kicking the door in, Leon scanned the room quickly, aiming his Beretta at anything that so much as felt wrong to him. Sensing nothing hostile in the room, he motioned Ashley inside and closed the door. He noticed some hooks on the door that could be used as a locking mechanism, but saw nothing he could use to barricade it with.
Leon watched Ashley back into the center of the room, her hand resting on her breast as she insecurely darted glances from window to window. If her expression was any indication, those things were quickly surrounding the entire house. Despite his physical exhaustion, Leon's adrenaline was pumping. His teeth were clenched as he sized up the room as best he could. Four cock rings windows, one door, and a set of stairs. Table in the center, various chairs scattered about, nothing in particular he could use for defense.
Behind him, Leon heard Ashley gasp in surprise, her breath accompanied by a familiar voice.
"Leon!" Leon turned to see Luis, throwing monster cocks galleries him the missing barricade for the front door. "Small world, eh?" Leon snatched the bar in mid-air and quickly jammed it in the door. Looking back at Luis, Leon saw that Luis was eying Ashley's body up and down.
Rolling his eyes at Luis's untimely behavior, he turned back to the windows to see that even more villagers were standing outside the house. They were probably gathering large enough numbers to ensure they'd take the house with no problems.
Amidst all this, Luis spoke again. "Well, I see the President's equipped his daughter with... ballistics, too." Noticing her wet and partially mud-covered body, Luis added, "You been mud-wrestling or something?"
Turning back to Luis again, Leon saw that he had a shit-eating grin on his face. Jesus. Of all situations, this definitely wasn't the time for ogling. Leon noticed that Luis was now armed with a vintage nine-millimeter pistol, and considering the hostility outside, Luis's extra fire power was a godsend. Before Leon could snap Luis out of his little trance, Ashley spoke up, her frustration unmistakable. "Ugh, how rude!" she said, now looking directly at Luis with anger painted on her face. "And I don't believe there's relevance with my figure and my chick with dicks free standing. Who're you?"
Ashley's conviction impressively surprised Leon a bit as he suppressed a small grin.
"Ho ho, excuse me, Your Highness," Luis mocked with a fake cock sucking bow. "Perhaps dog dick in pussy the young lady might want to introduce herself first before asking someone his name?" Not taken aback at all, Luis was playing the part of 'token asshole' remarkably well.
Any other time, Leon would have grabbed some popcorn and watched the live soap opera. But for fuck's sake, they were about to be overtaken by a mob of religious-cult groupies. Now certainly wasn't the time for any of this. "Will you two pipe the hell down?" Leon's request was more of a command, but the two seemed to be unphased by his comment.
Still ticked off at Luis's audacity, and somewhat embarrassed by his staring, Ashley replied back with just as much tenacity as before. "Her name's Ashley Graham, the President's daughter."
With a scowl on his face, Luis turned to Leon as he asked, "Is she, well, you know..."
Looking quickly at Ashley, whose expression changed to one of confusion at Luis's sudden statement, Leon looked back at Luis and spoke in hopes of reassuring Ashley that she'd be fine. "Don't worry, she's cool." Looking away, Leon studied the room one last time, making sure he knew where all the potential entry points were.
Finally looking away from Ashley, Luis sauntered through the room toward the door, speaking to no one directly, but made sure both Leon and Ashley heard him. "Eh, never mind. There's supposed to be some kind of obvious symptom before you turn into one them anyway..."
Christ, shut the fuck up, Luis.
As if they needed something more to panic about, Ashley heard Luis's words and shuddered in both shock and disgust. Leon noticed an uneasy expression on her face, and while he may have been subject to the same fate as her, he knew that he needed to focus on the more immediate threat that was looming outside of the cabin. Ashley seemed to think so too as she glanced up, gasping.
"Look!"
The villagers were ready to attack.
"Ashley, upstairs!" Leon ordered before turning to Luis. "Luis, get ready."
And with that, Ashley high-tailed it up the stairs to hide while Leon and Luis faced one another, ready to defend their quite vulnerable stronghold. Leon's expression changed to one of extreme focus and determination. Nine-millimeter in hand, Leon looked at Luis, who also had his weapon at the ready. Quickly noticing how clean Luis was compared to himself, Leon stared out the closest window as Luis spoke in his Spanish accent. "Okay... it's game time."
It had been several hours since he and Luis had run boy dick into one another, and Leon barely had time to readjust himself to Luis's untimely wise-cracks. Instead of giving him shit in return, Leon simply nodded as he scanned the room once more.
Finally, a villager's fist connected with one of the windows on the opposite end of where Luis and Leon stood. The glass cracked, but didn't break. One or two more good strikes and the window would give. Noticing some tall wooden bookcases against the walls, Leon motioned to Luis. "Move those in front of the windows now! You get two and I'll get two!"
"Got it." The two men dashed to opposite ends of the room, frantically pushing the large shelves in front of the windows. Once they were done, they regrouped at hard horse cocks the center of the room, looking first big cock back on their makeshift blockades. Hearing glass crack behind the wooden barriers, Leon and Luis stood once again back to back, their weapons trained on the windows at each respective end on the room. Quickly placing his heavier two weapons on the center table for easier access and mobility, Leon re-aimed his Beretta back toward the windows.
As more glass cracked, the wooden shelves started to wobble as they sequentially fell over. As if on cue, villagers started flooding in through the windows, one by one. Stepping forward, Leon started firing, trying desperately to make each one of his shots count. He had 18 shots per clip in his Beretta, and he mentally counted down his remaining stock while unloading on his adversaries.
Switching his focus between the two windows he was covering, Leon ejected his empty clip and slammed another one home as he began firing again. The distinct sound of Luis's louder gun echoed behind him, the even louder barrage of unintelligible grunts and growls coming from sucking cock the invaders drowning out the gunfire only barely.
As Leon loaded another clip into his Beretta, he realized that despite his well placed shots, there were simply too many of them flooding in. For every two he shot, it seemed three more took their place. And with two windows to cover, Leon was starting to have problems. Quickly glancing over his shoulder to see how Luis was faring, he noticed that two villagers made it inside the cabin. Luis was facing similar problems.
Three-two-oneCLICK.
Leon's clip went dry.
"Damn it."
Leon was out of loaded dick sucking clips. He had spare bullets tucked away in his side-packs, but reloading empty clips wasn't exactly friendly to his current situation. Dropping his handgun on the table, Leon picked up his shotgun. Silently remembering he had 8 shots left in it, he pumped it. Taking a few steps toward his nearest advancing enemies, Leon emptied a shell into the mass of four villagers, sending blood and assorted chunks of flesh all over the walls and floor. Turning right, he pumped his gun and did the same in the direction of the second window.
Then something connected with the left side of his ribcage. "Nnngh!"
Fuck!
The taste of blood in his mouth, Leon didn't even glance down at his fresh wound as he turned left, pumped, and loosed a shell in the direction of his attacker. Once he cleared his area for the moment, Leon quickly looked at his gash, noting a bloodied work-axe that matched it on the floor. Luckily, the axe only connected with his side, staying away from his abdomen. It still hurt like a bitch, though. Made turning around quickly a difficult task, too.
With his immediate enemies stopped for the moment, Leon turned to Luis, biting through the tear in his flesh. Noticing the trouble Luis was having with just his nine-millimeter, Leon shouted over to him in assistance, "Luis, stand aside!" Pumping his gun once again, Leon took a few steps toward Luis's corner of the room and fired off a shell into a crowd of three villagers. Turning to the fourth window, Leon pumped and fired again, stunning and ripping through another three drones. Pumping his gun again, Leon took a mental note of his remaining three shells inside his gun, remembering his 14 spare. Looking back to the windows he was covering earlier, Leon noticed more assailants climbing in.
Before he could even remind Luis to take the time to reload, Leon heard glass breaking upstairs.
Shit. Ashley.
"Jesus, there's no end to these guys!" Luis shouted in a panic, straying toward the stairs.
"Upstairs, now!" was all Leon could say in response.
Hoping that the second floor would be easier to defend than the ground floor, Leon sprinted up the stairs, leaving his nine millimeter and emptied clips behind. If he survived, he'd have to gather them later. As for his rifle, it wasn't exactly an "in the fray" weapon. Luis was already two steps ahead of him, and as he reached the top, Leon heard him utter a "shit," hoping to God that he wasn't too late.
Finally reaching the top of the stairs and wincing at the pain in his side, time seemed to slow to a crawl. Leon scanned the room, noticing four windows, two of which had ladders propped up against the now shattered glass. As Luis ran over to knock the ladders down, Leon shot a glance back down the stairs, noticing the horde of villagers at the bottom, staring him down. Fuck, some even had those tentacle things shooting out of their heads already. Instinctually grabbing at his belt, Leon took out one of his fragmentation grenades and removed the pin.
Leon wound his arm and suck dick pelted the grenade down the stairs, time speeding back up as he dove for cover behind a wooden table, shotgun in hand. "Grenade!" was all he could shout as the entire structure shook very young boy cock mercilessly, followed by faint cries of agony from the villagers, and repulsive squeals of defeat from those nasty tentacle freaks. Leon barely heard Luis mutter something over the ringing in his ears as they both quickly scrambled to their feet.
There was considerable silence for a few seconds as the threat at the stairs dissipated. Quickly glancing over the banister, Leon noticed a gaping hole where a chunk of the stairs once were. Silently commending himself for securing the stairs, Leon looked over to Luis, who was rubbing the back of his neck. It appeared they'd successfully fended off the attack.
And then, Leon spun around as the glass of the two remaining windows cracked, ladders shattering them in the process.
Fuck.
Hearing the whipping sound of tentacles, Leon looked over the railing of the stairs, only to snap his head backward just in time as a tentacled claw stretched out at him. Okay, the stairs definitely weren't secure.
Double fuck.
Leon took the time to reload six more shells into his shotgun, and Luis did the same, loading his nine-millimeter. They weren't finished by a long shot.
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The only thing running through Ashley's mind was an alarmingly fearful sense of déjà vu. This was the second time in less than an hour where Ashley was hiding in a damn box while chaos was ensuing outside. The constant clatter of gunshots was extremely loud, the noise amplified by the enclosed nature of the cabin she was in, only slightly muffled by the barrier of the armoire in which she chose to hide. Over all the gunfire that was going on, she heard the sounds of breaking glass that were accompanied by the mindless groans of those crazy religious freaks.
At least she knew Leon was close by, even if the dangers he was facing were probably ten times worse than anything he'd encountered thus far. Ashley only caught a glimpse of the sea of villagers outside the cabin, but she knew that the ratio of "bad guys" to "good guys" was overwhelming. Nevertheless, Leon's proximity made her feel safer.
At least he's not alone down there.
There was that, too. She'd only met that rude asshole for a moment, but from what she saw, Leon seemed grateful that the Luis guy was around to help. Didn't mean she had to like him. The guy reminded her of college boys who never learned the meaning of the word "timing."
Like yours is so great. You practically jumped on Leon back in the church.
Yeah, and then there was that, too, she supposed. Looking back, the moment she chose to "thank" Leon wasn't probably the most optimal time, though she was damn glad she did it. All things aside, they'd probably have been in the same situation they currently were in regardless of their joint actions black cocks a few hours prior.
Sweeping her bodily emotions under the rug for the moment, Ashley's heart skipped a beat when she heard the cracking of nearby cock and ball torture window glass. The sound was right next to her, for Christ's sake. On her way up the stairs a few minutes ago, she'd noticed four windows around the perimeter of the room, but didn't think for a moment that they'd be vulnerable to attack. She was on the second floor, after all. Apparently those ladders Leon had mentioned were coming in handy for the villagers.
Panicking a bit, she heard Leon shout something in the distance, subsequently followed by the sounds of two sets huge dicks of legs running up the nearby stairs. She heard Luis's voice, and then more frantic running.
Then she heard Leon yellow something else, followed by a heavy thud. Before she even formulated the word "grenade" on her brain, the house's foundation shook, with Ashley jerking her body in surprise. She instinctually tried tucking her head down and covering her ears, cock sucking only to be greeted by a friendly wooden shelf protruding from the closet door. Her head now throbbing from the surprise and severity of the contact, she resisted the angry urge to kick the door, the huge black cocks sensation rivaled only by the numbing ringing in her ears caused by the blast.
"Ahh..."
Silently cursing to herself, she waited for the sucking dick throbbing in her temple to stop, straining to listen for any signs of life after the blast. She heard shuffling, followed by some heavy breaths and sighs of relief from two separate voices. Luis and Leon were still alive by her reckoning. Another thing she noticed was a brief moment of silence, immediately followed by the shattering of more glass, which was again followed by an exchange of obscenities between the two men.
Frantic running all around her, Leon and Luis animal dick in pussy were exchanging brief situation updates every 20 seconds or so. Grimacing a little, Ashley bit her lip as she touched her head where the throbbing pain radiated from. Hissing at the contact she made, Ashley quickly brought her hand away as she heard more irritated cries coming from outside.
Gunfire grew sporadic, and not nearly as frequent as before. Either her guardians were trying to save their bullets, or the attack was leveling off. Judging by the decreasing amounts of frantic running caused by Leon and Luis, she assumed that the latter scenario was more likely. Wherever Ashley was, if she became nervous, she'd constantly check her wristwatch, and now certainly was no exception. The gunfire, though lessening, continued for an additional five minutes or so.
A few more minutes of back-and-forth ambling continued, the gunshots occurring less and less. Finally, a minute had passed without a single shot being fired. Focusing keenly on listening to the action, Ashley nearly jumped in shock when she heard three steady knocks on the closet doors. Pushing them open slowly, she saw Leon outside. He was clutching his left side with his right arm, blood coating his entire hand where he held the wound tightly.
Ashley jumped out and embraced Leon after noticing the scowl of pain across his face. He wasn't looking directly at her, but rather staring more blankly at a wall as she jumped out. Muttering a somewhat pained resistance to her slight tackle, Ashley backed off of him.
"Oooh, sorry! Are you okay?" Ashley didn't have to try hard to voice her concern, as she was genuinely worried for him. Leon suffering injury for her sake as well his own made her feel more than slightly guilty.
"I'll be all right." Turning to face her, Leon noticed the bruise and trickle of blood at her temple, his own expression turning inquisitive. "What the hell happened to you? I'm not doing big black dicks all this for you to hurt yourself, am I?" he added somewhat distantly.
Almost forgetting about her own blemish, Ashley quickly responded, insisting that it was nothing. "I just bumped my head on the door. Grenade blast surprised me a little, that's all."
"We need to patch that up, it's probably worse than you think." Leon said, clearly biting through his own pain.
Well, that was an interesting way of putting things. Most people Ashley encountered often said the converse of that. 'It's not as bad as it looks,' or 'It's not as bad as it sounds.' But here Leon was, matter-of-factly informing her that her injury, which didn't seem to be hurting her, was probably more serious than she gave it merit for. But Leon knew his stuff, and she knew she could trust him.
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