After the quick breakfast, both Eric and Ann got to work. They both equipped their weapons of choice, made sure everything was noce and tidy. They had one last task for the day: make sure the basement was safe and everything could run without any huge issues.
They walked down the flights of stairs and towards two of the three entrances to the basement, splitting away from each other.
Eric took out a hunting knife and his trusty SIG Sauer P320, ready for anything that might come his way. He slowly snuck downstairs, his eyes scanning for any sudden movement woth his gun resting on his left forearm and knife facing forward in a reverse grip, something he picked up from old shows and movies he could find. One step at a time, he went down. At the bottom of the stairs, he scanned the dim open area, hoping there was nothing. He flicked the light switch next to him. Nothing happened.
[Dammit, hopefully it's just a circuit breaker issue. I didn't finish reading that book about electrical engineering for dummies yet.]
Eric continued towards the pitch darkness in front of him, he could hear his own heartbeat pounding against his chest. Step by step, he made his way towards the wall to his left, hoping he'd run into a circuitbreaker or water boiler before bumping into a zombie or Ann.
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Ann ran down the steps, her hands holding her own pair of hunting knives as she swung them around in a carefree manner. Humming a small tune, she jumped down the last few steps with a loud thump. Despite her carefree attitude, her senses were completely focused around her.
Slightly disappointed with nothing jumping at her, she put away her knives and took out a small flashlight and her favorite slightly modified Magnum Research BFR; she had changed the barrel for a longer one without the sights, since she never really aimed. To her, this obsurdly large revolver matched her taste in firepower and style. Even with its heavy firepower, she could wield it with her stupid gorilla strength with ease.
Swinging her right arm holding the gun around like a little kid, she hummed a random tune as she skipped and hopped around the basement, as if she was a little girl at Disney. Nothing happened as she waltz around the dark basement, somewhat dampening her mood, hoping for at least one zombie to jump her. Without much effort, she spots a small box on the wall to her right. Skipping towards it, she was lucky as it was a group of circuit breaker boxes, unlocked for her already. Swinging them open with a loud clang, she flashed her light, looking to see if anything was missing or broken.
Maybe luck was on her side or it was recently fixed, the circuits were fine, only needed to be flipped back on. With no effort or time wasted, she flipped only the ones she was interested in, primarily the suite on the top floor, lights in basement, and electric locks for front door.
With a loud clang, the old lighy fixtures cane alive and shined its bright light for the first time in ages, flicking a few times and a few didn't turn on.
[Ha! Not too damn bad, lights work at least. No where the fuck is that runt?]
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Eric covered his poor eyes as the lights suddenly came back on, he swear he could feel his corneas burn inside his eyes.
After some time, his eyes adjusted to the flood of bright lights and he looked around him. No one was in sight, only a bunch or columns and a group of large cylinders at the end of the room. Walking slowly towards them, he made his way cautiously, preparing for any zombies (or Ann) that might jump at him.
After a few long arduous minutes, he was in front of some rusty boilers that looked unreliable. He poked and lightky3kicked them, testing to see if anything was unfortunate to be inside or if they would collapse.
Making sure everything at least looked fine, he got on all fours, getting close to the floor to see if there was a pilot light for any of them. Maybe it was lady luck was on his side for once or if this shoddy building was sturdy and safe, the pilot lights were all on somehow.
Unbeknown to him, a hunched over shadow was quietly making its way towards him as he laid close to the cold floor. Finally right behind the young man, the thing screamed a loud watcry as it gave him a large wedgie. Eric screamed in pain and shock, his crotch was completely squashed as the perpetrator lifted him up by his briefs, the cotton stretching beyond what it was expected to.
"Gotcha lil fag! How's that tiny penis of yours?"
Ann hollered ecstatically as she lifted Eric higher and higher, showing no mercy to the young man screaming pure agony. Having enough fun, she let him down gently and watched him cower in pain to fix his underwear and massage his poor nuts.
"Not funny sis, that hurts! You could've neutered me like that!"
Still wildly cackling and holdong her sides, Ann looked at him replied, " You should've heard your scream. You scream like a little girl!"
Rolling his eyes, he tenderly fixed his stretched out underwear and check his crotch. Nothing seems wrong, but everything felt painful and sore. Turning his back to Ann, he massaged them carefully, it really hurts.
"What's the matter? Your poor little dixk is hurt? Come on, take them off, let big sis check for you."
His eyes popped open wide as he spun in place to face his sister, her smile was malicious and a glimmer of deviousness was apparent in her eyes. He shook his head furiously, he knows what she could do to him but he did NOT want to listen.
A bit peeved, she shoved him hard, hard enough to bump into the water boilers behind him. She pointed her absurd revolver at the shiver boy and smiled even more, suggesting he should listen. Eric knew she wouldn't him, but she would definitely shoot at him. Reluctant and feelong defeated, he lowered his shorts. His stretched out briefs slid right down, the elastic band had snapped earlier. Her wild eyes focused on his pinkish red crotch, clearly still in pain from such rough treatment.
Still smiling and pointing her gun at him, she got closer to Eric and got on her knees. Eric was not excited at all; if he learned anything from the years he's spent with his family, he knew Ann was just going to force him to enjoy whatever she had in mind.
Before Eric could object any more, she swung her gun barrel against his dick, slapping it a bit. She repeated the action as he yelped with terror and pain, slapping it with her gun until he was erect. Looking at his hard cock, she licked her lips as she moved her head closer to it, just inches away.
She opened her mouth into a small "o" and blew at it, tickling his cock with her breath. Eric moaned softly, not because he wanted to but because he was trained to. Her gun moved around Eric's waist and pointed at his butt, poking his butt cheeks softly and making him jump a bit. When he jumped, his cock swung up and down, giving Ann a better and more devious idea.
Without a word of warning, she shoved her gun barrel into his butt, scaring the life out of Eric. His eyes were wide open in horror as the gun barrel tip scraped against his vulnerable rectum. He tried to move his hips away, trying to get the gun out. Ann chuckled before inching the gun deeper into him, sliding the cold steel in as
Eric tries to inch closer to her.
As Eric moved his hips away from the gun, his erect member poked Ann's smiling lips. She stuck out her tongue and gave him a lick, teasing his dick. The gun moved in deeper and his dick moved forward even more, until Ann swallowed his dick. Her hot mouth enveloped his cock and nearly reached his sore balls. With nowhere more to go, the gun slid further into him, sliding its slick metal through his buttchecks and pushing against his insides. With one more push, the tip of the barrel poked his prostate, where Ann knows it is from experience.
He moaned loudly as her tongue wrapped around his cock and licked repeatedly and the barrel prodded his weak spot. He was slowly brought to the edge as his dick and his prostate was attacked. Fearing for his life, he tried to cum faster as he moved his hips, even pushing the barrel against him faster and harder.
Ann smiled triumphantly at the poor fool as she sucked even harder, her tongue constantly teasing the head. Finally, after what felt like the most terrifying eternity to him, he felt a surge of heat rush through him. As he moaned loudly, his voice tinged with pleasure and fear, Ann pulled out her gun and backed away. Her smug smile hung on her face as she took out a rag and began wiping her gun carefully, she knew she had to clean it more later.
"Go on, finish yourself off for me right there."
The sudden shock shook his body, he was almost there, but her orders woke him up. Feeling a little lost, but happy that she didn't accidentally pull the trigger, he stayed down and gripped his still throbbing cock. He was already close to orgasm, so he stroke furiously.
"Nonono, I want to see you only finger your little boy pussy. Might as well since my little baby isn't safe for your poor little hole."
Without even bothering to argue, Eric let's go of his cock and stretched open his asshole with one hand and inserted two fingers with the other. He felt wronged, but had no choice. He moved his fingers around his inner creases as quickly as possible, fearing Ann would jump in if the show didn't end quickly enough.
Slowly, he reached that edge again as his fingers pleasured his butt hole, he jerked his hips as he moaned loudly. Ann sat down as she watched the little idiot cum from fingerfucking his asshole. Soon, she saw a white fountain squirt into the air as Eric released a loud moan. One squirt, two squirts, three squirts, then finally the fourth shot. Eric was laying flat on the floor, the euphoria washed over his shaking body. His cum covered his crotch, thighs, and the floor around him. He was panting from exhaustion, mentally and physically. At least he was safe for now.