Not surprisingly none of them replied. I walked up to B, there is something about her voluptuous figure that keeps bringing me back to her. I grabbed her by the throat with one hand and then whispered in her ear, “Would you rather I have left you out there to die?”

‘No’ she replied quietly.

“I didn’t think so!” I slapped her across the face.

I bent over and started licking and sucking on her nipples. B didn’t move a muscle as my mouth explored the soft skin of the almost inch long nipples sticking out from those large breasts. She refused to give me a reaction so I would have to make one. I bit down on her right nipple steadily increasing the pressure of my bite. B cried out in pain as I continued to bite down. Soon she was on her knees sobbing, her nipple still in my mouth. I let go and she started to sob.

“You girls wanted me to rescue you but you have nothing to offer me. Why should I keep you here? What are you going to do for me so that I don’t just throw you back outside with the infection?”

I bent over B’s kneeling body. I grabbed her roughly by the hair and forced her to look up at me. Her face wet with her tears. “If I am going to keep you from becoming zombie food what are you going to do for me?” I asked her rhetorically.

“Are you a filthy little whore? Because if you are a filthy little whore I wont throw you back outside on the road. I’ll protect a filthy little whore. Now are you a filthy little whore or are you going to die and be zombie food?”

She didn’t know what to say. I slapped one side of her face with my right hand and then immediately slapped the other side with my left. “Tell me what you are!” I loudly demanded from her.

‘A.. a…a filthy little whore’ she barely whispered.

I slapped her face again; “Say it louder!”

‘I’m a filthy little whore!’ she said with a raised voice.

I slapped her face again; “Louder!”

Kneeling naked in front of her three also naked friends, wearing a dog collar, humiliated, scared and beaten, her face red from the slap marks and her breasts visibly bruised, with tears streaming down her face, B yelled out ‘I’m a filthy little whore!’

“That’s what I thought”. I threw her backwards onto the floor. I sat on her stomach, a full mount position and told her “If you can get loose I wont rape you” I said with a smile. I just wanted to feel her struggle and I gave her some space to move. I let her beat and scratch at me, easily pushing her arms out of the way when she clawed at my face. She bucked and kicked with all her strength, moving me around, but not even coming close to escaping. After about a minute she had struggled herself to exhaustion and laid underneath me sweating and panting trying to catch her breath. I love wrestling and playing rough with girlfriends but this was at an entirely new level.

I pulled my swollen cock out of my pants. It was harder then I ever remember. It had been restrained for this entire time so just the touch of pulling it out of my pants made my body tremble in ecstasy. I sat on B, my cock less then a foot from her mouth, in front of the other girls standing there staring at the scene in horror. I let my eyes linger looking deeply into B’s eyes. I could see the pure terror in her eyes as I looked down at her with my cock in her face.

But the truth is at this point I was just talk and posturing. I have never raped anyone before. I have of course never done any of the dozens of events that just took place today alone. I wanted to see the fear in B’s eyes and the other girls, and make them think that I was going to rape B, of which of course I would someday do frequently, but as of now I had not yet become whomever the hell I am today.

Still sitting on B, who beneath me remained exhausted from her struggle, I crossed my right leg over her waist which puts more of my weight on her and gave me better control of her body and movements. With my left hand I grabbed both of her wrists together, pulled them up over her head and then back behind her head so that she was completely trapped. With my right hand I start stroking my cock, masturbating on top of her.
Each stroke of my cock sent shivers of ecstasy through my body. I had so much built up sexual desire from the four girls that to finally give in to my sexual needs was overwhelming. I stroked my throbbing cock for barely a minute until I felt the wave of orgasm overcome me. Hot cum shot out, covering B’s chest, neck and face in an impressive quantity.

Finally gathering my breath, my penis at first too sensitive to even touch and put back into my fatigues, I was able to stand up. I walked around the cum covered B and put my boot on head (careful to avoid the area where my cum covered her face).

“You three. Clean her up.” I addressed the other naked, beautiful captives. “Lick it off her.”

And I stood there enjoying the sight of three naked girls licking my cum off an absolutely adorable young woman.

I walked into the bedroom with the last two girls and ordered them both to their knees. My erection was swollen and painful as I felt it straining against my fatigues. I could barely think straight I was so delirious with desire and lust. I needed to handle both of these girls at the same time just so I could be done with them all.

The girls, afraid, went to their knees. Many of you on SG may wonder why these girls complied with my actions and didn’t try to run away or fight. I remind you that I still was wearing my gun belt with the .45 on my right hip and a knife. I hadn’t yet threatened them with any of the weapons but just their presence was enough to force them to submit.

I walked behind the kneeling girls and attached a dog collar around each of their necks. The girls couldn’t be any different. ‘G’, as I now know her, was a shorter, bustier, long dark haired girl with a full feminine figure. She had tattoos covering her lower back, one of her arms and a chest tattoo that accentuated her large pierced breasts. Each nipple was pierced with a ring with a green ball that matched her navel ring.

‘K’ was physically the opposite but equally beautiful in her own right. She was tall, close to six feet tall, and even kneeling she came up high on my chest. She was skinny, with narrow hips and smaller, perkier breasts. Her hair, a much lighter brown, was short and barely to her shoulders. Her white skin looked even paler next to ‘G’ as she had not a single tattoo, piercing or even a freckle on her porcelain perfect skin.

I grabbed both girls by their hair and dragged them, forcing them to walk on their knees, out to join their two naked friends. Their eyes widened and they all looked at each other, the fear obvious on all of their faces. Tears streamed down G’s face but she bravely made no noise as she silently cried.

“Stand up”, I ordered G and K. “ Don’t move or else you will get hurt”, I told them as I dramatically drew my Strider knife from my belt.

I moved first to K because she was so much taller. I moved in so I was just inches from her face and touched the tip of the knife to her face tracing the outline of her chin and then having it rest at her throat. She didn’t move a muscle but even through her clothes I could see her heart beating rapidly and her breathing speed up. She was literally in fear for her life. The power I had over her, over all of them, was intense. I wanted her right now. The horror’s of the world outside were completely forgotten in my lust for these girls. I traced the tip of the knife slowly down her throat until it made contact with her blouse – and then I swiftly cut the clothes off her body.

“Spread your legs and grab the couch “, I ordered K. I roughly kicked her legs out and moved her so that her long slender body was bent over horizontally with that slender, pale ass sticking outwards. I grabbed the riding crop I had found in the stables, and still standing in front of K’s wonderful ass and visible cleanly shaved pussy, I turned towards G; the only girl left in the room with her clothes on.

“What about you, you little whore”, I addressed G, “Do you think you are the only slut that gets to keep her clothes on?”
As I finished my question, I hit K’s ass sharply with the riding crop for emphasis. K yelled out in pain and surprise as the sharp sting of the riding crop spread across her ass.

“You better get those clothes off quickly!” I warned G and then started to whip K’s ass with the riding crop. Her cries of real pain filled the room as I slapped K’s ass again and again with the riding crop. G quickly started stripping her clothes off but welts were already appearing on K’s now bright red ass.

G quickly had the last of her clothes off and stood naked and collared in the middle of the room with the rest of her friends. I spanked K’s red ass one more time with my bare hand just for good measure.

I had the naked girls line up and face me. I stepped back and took my shirt off, leaving my fatigues and gun belt still on. In the past month I had already lost ten pounds of muscle, but years of MMA training, weightlifting and cycles of testosterone still left me with a decent enough body. In a different world I probably could have even charmed one of these girls into liking me. But this was my world now – and these girls were mine.

“If you little whores think you can survive out there alone you just let me know” I addressed them. “But if you are going to survive in here with me you are going to need to learn how to work together to do what you are told”.

“Now which one of you little sluts wants my cock first…?”

I moved behind her, wrapping my arm around her slender waist and pulled her tightly towards me. B’s naked body tensed up as she was forced back into my erect cock as it powerfully strained upwards and outwards from my fatigues. I pushed my cock between her perfectly shaped ass. Again she did not resist.
‘Not yet’, I whispered in her ear as my other hand controlled her throat. I then took a dog collar, a gorgeous hand made shiny gloss black collar two inches wide, and fastened it around her neck.
‘Just stand there’, I ordered her and went back to retrieve another girl.
I opened the bedroom door and looked at the three other girls. They were all incredible, all model quality girls, beautiful, all in their very early twenties. There was something different about them too, an edge, something that made these girls seem more real. They each displayed their own uniqueness and personality with tattoos or piercings and the way they were dressed. They looked the type of girls you would see in a college art class or as the barista of a coffee shop in downtown Portland. Maybe just a week ago that is who they were. But not today.

My eyes made contact with an adorable skinny girl, short but ridiculously large breasted, with a slender build and small hips. She was mousy looking but possessing her own beauty, her brownish red hair shorter then shoulder length. I recognized her as the girl in the passenger seat who I had slapped so forcefully her left cheek slightly bruised as an testament to how hard I hit her. As soon as I looked into her brown eyes she looked away, but it was too late.

‘Stand up. Put your hands together behind your back’. She complied. I forcefully grabbed both of her wrists together and lifted upwards, the motion forcing her to bend over. I walked/ pushed her out into the main room where the first girl, ‘B’ stayed standing naked. I felt this girl, who I will call ‘Red’ for simplicity, stopped briefly in shock when she saw ‘B’ standing there naked, collared, sobbing and trembling. Yanking her wrist upwards even more, forcing Red to bend down further I pushed her forward. ‘Stand next to your friend and take your clothes off’.

I stood facing in front of B, violating her personal space standing just inches away from her naked body. I enjoyed watching her shiver while seeing the fear and humiliation in her body. My hand, almost out of my control, reached forward and started fondling one of B’s exposed breasts.

Red stood clothed and a few feet to the side. ‘Take off your clothes’, I repeated.

She looked around, at her naked friend standing to her side, then at me. Her confusion and apprehension obvious.
‘Now!’ and I slapped her friends naked breast hard, the slap burning even my hand. B cried out in surprise and pain and I felt my already painfully erect cock stir below my belt. Red slowly, hesitantly, started taking her clothes off.

‘Faster!’ I commanded Red as I slapped B’s other naked breast
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‘Take them all off! And you better hurry!’ I insisted and for emphasis grabbed B’s nipples in each hand and started squeezing as hard as I could. B screamed out in pain and as I twisted her nipples she fell to her knees from the pain. Red started tearing off her clothes in a rush and as soon as her final article of clothing, the pink hearted boy shorts, slipped off her shapely legs, I let go of B’s nipples. She stayed doubled over on her knees, gasping from the pain, holding her breasts and crying.
‘Lets see what I have’, as I stepped in front Red’s naked body. ‘Open your mouth’ and I grabbed her face and forced her mouth open and pulled her face towards mine. I then spit in her mouth. Red tried to pull back in horror but my hand just grasped her face even harder not letting her have an inch of reprieve. I led her over to the back of the sofa.

‘Grab the back of the sofa and bend over. Spread your legs apart’.

Red stood there spread eagle, her ass facing out. Red has an incredible body. Pale white skin, incredibly slender with almost non existent hips and enormous breasts, easily as large as B’s but not quite as firm. ‘How big are your breasts?’ I asked Red as I fondled them in admiration. Her nipples growing firm and erect under my touch despite the resistance she undoubtedly felt inside.

‘DD’, she answered shyly. Incredible!

“Spread your legs wider”.

I walked behind her. I admired her ass and cunt. Then, because I could, I kneeled behind her and buried my tongue into her shaved vagina. Red gasped out loud. She sounded like she was crying but I didn’t care as I started to lick away at the smooth soft lips surrounding her hole. She stood there taking it, my tongue gently raping her, then my fingers even deeper as they plunged into her now wet hole. She gasped as my fingers penetrated her and I stood back. One hand on her shoulder and the other hand thrusting my fingers into her, I explored every inch of her pussy. Her whimpers could easily have been from pleasure or sobs of fear. I knelt her before me and put a leather collar around her neck, this one red, and then stood her naked beside her friend.

Two more girls to go.

Well now that I have the girls back at the house I wasn’t quite sure what to do with them or where to even start. The first lesson these girls needed to learn was that I was in control. I took all four of my attractive captives into one of the bedrooms and locked the door. I then went to the kennels and found four collars. In the stables I found a riding crop and a bullwhip. It was perfect!

I entered the bedroom and immediately told the girls to not speak unless I spoke to them first. The very cute, large breasted brunette started to say something in protest; before she could barely start her sentence I grabbed her by the throat, kicked her legs out from under her and spun her around so she was on her knees with her back to me. My left hand stayed on her throat as I violently pulled her hair back forcing her to look upwards at me.

‘What part didn’t you understand?’, I asked her.

Then looking at the other girls I repeated, ‘Don’t speak unless spoken to.’

The girls were terrified. Keeping the brunette’s head forced back by her hair I released her throat and moved my hand down her shirt roughly fondling one of her large amazingly formed breasts. I got hold of her nipple and squeezed and pulled at it until she cried out in pain.

‘Come with me’, I told her as I led her out of the room by her hair.

I moved her into the great room of the second floor and had her stand in the middle of the large room. ‘Put your hands down to your side. Stand up straight. Chest out’ I commanded.

‘Are you going to be my problem slave?’ I asked her.

She didn’t know what to say so I slapped her hard across the face. ‘Answer me!’ She stood there stunned and in pain, too shocked to say anything so I slapped her across the cheek again ‘Answer me! Are you going to cause problems or are you going to try and make me happy?’ I demanded again. She started to cry as tears rolled down her already reddening cheeks. “Happy.” she whispered between sobs. I wrapped the end of the bullwhip around her neck and stepped back, holding her there as if she was on a leash.

‘Take of your clothes’ I demanded while tightening the pressure of the bullwhip around her neck to remind of who was in control.

Hesitantly the brunette started unbuttoning her shirt sobbing the entire time.” And the pants”, I told her and she took off her shoes and jeans, standing there before me in socks, bra and panties.

“Take it all off and keep your hands to your side when you are done” I ordered her. I was happy to see her comply as she stood, head down, sobbing gently, standing naked in a large open room on display for me to see.

The brunette was stunning. She had punky shoulder length hair with red highlights, a nice tight body which made her youthful, firm, D+ cup breasts look even bigger. There was a tattoo on her left thigh ,hidden from the world, but all of her was visible to me now, now including her completely shaven succulent vagina, the lips large and distinctive having their own silhouette.

I walked around her, taking my time, making sure I saw all of her gorgeous naked form. At my will my hands groped and probed all parts of her entire body as I moved around her. She felt incredible. Soft, warm and trembling. My touch alternating between being rough and squeezing and pinching to softly caressing and brushing her skin. With each part of her I fondled or finger I inserted she would shudder or whimper or sob just a little more. She must have been too terrified to move but scaring her, her tears and her submission only aroused me more. My head was spinning with desire. My penis was painfully erect, harder then I ever remember.

I’ll finish telling about the day I captured my altgirl harem. Luckily none of the girls are that big but still trying to put four of them into the H1 made for crowded conditions. You can always fit one more person when comfort can be sacrificed for survival. The difference is this time I was crammed tight with a bunch of beautiful young women and not smelly soldiers. Besides; I had the driver’s seat so I had plenty of room.

I returned across country as much as possible taking advantage of the capabilities of my vehicle and weighing the risk of getting stuck. We would pop on and off smaller roads when we had to and crossed farm fields and open areas at other times. I’m thankful the area was dry and that it hadn’t rained for if the ground was muddy it would have forced us onto the pavement a lot more. There were already more zombies moving around this afternoon then just this morning – the infection was obviously spreading at an alarming rate. I wonder how many people are going to be left alive even by tomorrow.

Three miles from the turn off I pulled onto the country highway and started slowly moving into the outskirts of town. I would never intentionally go into a populated area but I was looking for something specific. I needed to make a dramatic display of dominance on my new captives.

I drove slowly, cautiously passing by a few houses on the side of the road. Only six or seven houses passed before I knew what was coming. Up on the left was a two story family home that looked like a nice home occupied by a decent family – except that the front door was wide open and in the driveway was their car with the drivers side door wide open. We slowly kept driving ahead and just as I was starting to wonder where the house occupants were, out came running an old man , maybe in his seventies, with his mouth all bloody and his short torn off his chest showing us missing flesh in his upper arms and shoulders. Behind him , an elderly lady, what must have been his wife, also followed. I have no idea if he attacked her or she was the one that attacked him. It didn’t really matter as they charged full speed into the hummer both of them intent on attacking and eating us.

I hit the brakes and let their attack on the vehicle continue.

I turned in me seat and faced the girls; “ If you girls are coming with me that means I own you. You are my slaves. You will have to do everything I tell you to do. And I mean everything. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

The elder zombies continued pounding on the vehicle trying to get to us. Their hatred intensified as they franticly hit on the windows and doors. I am relieved they were old people zombies and not some weight lifters in the previous living life. The girls were petrified. ‘What the fuck are you talking about’ one of them yelled at me at the same time another screamed ‘Fuck you’ and another yelled ‘Drive!’. I continued to look at them, not paying attention to the outside attack, the truck still motionless. Another zombie came from god knows where, ran and jumped on the hood of the truck. He was trying to claw his way in through the front windshield – his blood and ooze from his wounds were covering the windshield. I heard another new zombie start smashing my door on the drivers side.
This was getting bad!

The attack on my door was ferocious and I turned to see a zombie in his late twenties wearing the tattered remains of a polo shirt and no pants. A bizarre sight in itself but with everything else I have seen in the past few weeks it was no less surprising. I turned the wheel to the right and reversed, the front left tire caught my naked attacker, pulled him down and I continued backwards crushing his pelvis and femurs and trapping him under the front tire. I could still hear him pounding at the tire trying to get to us.

The girls were screaming at me to drive, to get the heck out of there, that we needed to leave. They were rightfully scared and panicking.

I repeated myself, “This is your only chance to say no. If you come with me I own you. You are going to be mine to do with as I please”. The red head in the passenger seat started yelling again ‘What the fuck is your problem – get us out of here’.

I responded by slapping her, hard, across the face. The entire vehicle went silent in shock, myself feeling just as surprised. Red just stared at me holding her cheek already bright from the slap mark.
“I tell you girls what to do from now on.”, I continued, “ Either choose to be mine or get out. Those are your only choices.” I calmy spoke over the sound of the increasing number of undead smashing at the car.
The girls were silent in shock. A couple of them started crying. The dead bastards were all over us. Three more seconds and I was driving away no matter what. My bluff would be over. In my head I counted, Three…. Two – I was going to have to drive away just to survive…

‘Please just get us out of here. We’ll do whatever you want’ a soft, troubled but still strong, feminine voice answered from behind me.

I took my foot off the brake and got the hell out of there. The zombie standing on the hood of the H1 fell forward and somehow got his leg caught in the front bumper guard. One of those weird happenings that if you tried to do it intentionally it would never happen. The back left tire rolled over my pantless zombie as we sped off towards the cabin, leaving the dead chasing behind, carrying one with us in the front of the car as some sort of sick flailing hood ornament. A half mile before the turn off I pulled the H1 over and dispatched our hood ornament with my Wilson Combat .45 CQB.


Untangling him took a lot longer then shooting him and by the time I was kicking his second time dead corpse into the ditch I was starting to worry about others zombies attracted to the sound of the gunshot.
I got back in the Hummer, avoiding eye contact with my beautiful captives. A half mile later I was pulling the concertina wire out of the way from the single trail bypass I had cut into the wood line. We made it. I went out today seeing what I could find for supplies and I returned with four hot, young, beautiful slave girls.

My story starts sometime in the great panic, past the point of no return, when it was obvious that the zombie plague had multiplied well past containment and fear was the new holocaust.

I apologize now for constantly switching between present and past tense as when much of what was written was in my own personal journal I kept during these days. I never intended to post to the Survivor’s Guide. SG didn’t even exist in these early days. Some comments I will add as I remember them and, much simpler, I will cut and paste what I had written previously:

This afternoon I was at an overwatch position of the country highway. I wanted to observe the chaos, see if anything interesting and salvageable was coming into the AO (Area of Operations) and to do some forward reconnaissance of where the undead were located. I accomplished all three objectives in one incident.

I had been in position for less then an hour. There was a steady flow of escaping refugees (?) I’m not sure what to call them. Refugees, civilians? – maybe I should just call them the living for now on.) A new vehicle drove past every minute or two. The irony is they were going in both directions. Some were headed east, others headed west. People escaping in each direction but neither knowing where they were trying to escape too. At least they were all living. So far.

A multi passenger van coming out of the west wasn’t doing very well. It was going slow, its front end was smashed up pretty bad from what I can only imagine was crashing its way through some vehicles or people or both. Steam was coming out from under the hood, the windshield was smashed up and there appeared to be blood stains on the badly mauled bumper and hood. In front of me, right on queue, the front axle broke and the van swerved into the ditch on the side of the road. And here is where it gets interesting. Five people exist the van – all of them young females.
I have seen a lot in the past month but seeing five attractive girls pile out of a van is still plenty enough to peak my interest. They were standing around the van trying to figure out what to do next when a zombie came down the road in the same direction they just came from. I don’t know where he popped out from but he was a Fast Mover running at full speed towards the girls and as of yet they still hadn’t seen it.

As quick as I could I pulled the Noveske .308 out of the back of my H1 but I knew I wasn’t going to make it in time. I still had it packed in the pelican case, big mistake, and the Runner was moving fast. Even if I was ready it still would have been a 300 yard head shot at a running lateral target. I’m not that good; I had little chance of making the shot. I could hear the girls start screaming as I popped open the latches of the pelican case. By the time I set up with the rifle propped up over the rear of the H1 one of the girls was already flailing on the ground being eaten alive. The zombie must have hit her at full speed tackling her down. He was already feeding. He reminded me of bear eating a moose kill the way he was laying on top of her body, eating as fast as he can, protecting his meal from some yet unseen rival intent on taking his kill from him. At 10x power the scene was a little too graphic for my liking but at least he wasn’t a running shot anymore and my SR is zeroed at 300. I aimed at his head, fired, and he dropped where he was lying. I put a bullet in the skull of the poor girl, partly to put her out of her misery, but also just in case she decided to reanimate and start looking for her own meal.

The rest of the girls heard my gunshots and saw me, like a fool, standing straight up on the back of my vehicle. If I had been in the prone like I should have been, or maybe even just firing from the hood of the hummer, they probably never would have seen me. But they did and before I knew it I had four beautiful girls right in front of me just looking at me expecting me to do something. I didn’t know what to say and they obviously didn’t either. We just looked at each other for a very long awkward moment. I can imagine what they saw when they looked at me. Some guy in fatigues and body armor, full kit, assault rifle in hand, a civilian H1. I either looked like a nutjob, somebody official or the kind of friend you would want in a zombie apocalypse.

Four girls, the oldest whom couldn’t have been more then 25, all incredibly attractive . They could be models if it wasn’t for the tattoos or piercings that most of them had. Their stylish clothes looked even more out of place then my crye precision multicam fatigues. I only assumed they are an all female alternative band. I’ll have to ask them later.

Down on the road I saw another zombie starting to walk towards the van and the bodies. As always with zombies, where there is one there are a whole lot more nearby. I remember looking back at the girls and doing the math in my head. Four more people means four times the supplies. Four more liabilities. Four more chances to get killed. And they had nothing to offer my survival, except, christ they are good looking! These girls are beautiful. Perfect bodies, shapely tight asses, tight clothing over firm youthful breasts, soft perfect skin showing from their shorts and skirts, midriffs, navels, necklines, faces that ranged from drop dead adorable to breathtakingly beautiful.
Three more deadheads had appeared on the road.

I remember looking at the dark haired girl up and down. I looked at her so hungrily I could have been a zombie myself. I glanced back at the Hummer, “If you come with me you have to do everything I say and desire!” I warned them.

They didn’t even hesitate when they agreed.

They will soon find out they have no idea what they are getting into, because I ensure you – I do mean everything I desire.

Intro: I have been lurking the Survivors Guide since the beginning. This is my first post.
I was unsure how long the Survivors Guide was going to stay online, but after all these months, the resilience and resolve of those left alive has inspired me to tell my own story. Like the rest of you still here, I watched as past members would post their stories, or ask for help, and then never post again. Their fate unknown. Though far fewer members exist now then in the beginning, what impresses me most is that there are still members, and not just the regular posters, but new members who appear from time to time.
The human race is remarkable in our ability to survive. Much more remarkable to me then the zombie plague that we have all managed to survive.
I have been keeping my own journal and I will post both my current situation and the past as time and situation permits.
As you will see from my journal; my situation is unique compared to the other survivor journals. I will not reveal our location. You will also see that coming to try and find or take our location will only end with your violent death. Please do not ask me to come rescue you or help you because I will not.

-VP