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RW Chapter 72
🕑 Added 2025-08-01 18:30:18 +0000 UTCPolice Chief’s Point of View
I had been run ragged. Every moment awake, I was putting out fires, and every day the crimes just kept getting worse and worse. I had gone from breaking up fights for normal reasons, to now stopping murders from happening when a fight would break out… Sometimes, I didn’t show up on time. I had seen more corpses in the past few months than in decades on the force, and I was sick of it.
I wanted to quit. I wanted someone higher up the ladder to show up and take over, perhaps a police chief from a larger city, someone who’s commanded the number of people I now had under me before, but I couldn’t be that lucky. It seemed all the important individuals were either killed or vanished into thin air. It was as if any of importance had left right before the flood hit, and I wasn’t sure when, or even if, they’d return.
I had large dark circles under my eyes from all the death I’ve seen, and felt I was on the verge of snapping. It was too much. I felt like I was trying to hold a sheet of fabric together, and every single day, more and more holes were poked into it, making it more fragile, and now it was on the verge of ripping forever. I knew after I gave up, after the fabric ripped completely, there was no going back to how the world used to be.
We were heading to an emergency call from one of my deputies; they rang over on the walkie-talkie. Another clusterfuck of murders and screaming from the other end of the two-way radio. We arrived at the people in an active gunfight. I could only sigh in frustration as yet another one of my men was most likely dead.
I was half tempted to just quit and leave them to their own fighting. I was sick of this, scared for my own life and the people I was supposed to protect, and it felt endless. We were putting out endless fires, and I was on the verge of saying fuck it and letting those outside the compound police themselves. I went in more cautiously than I would have if I hadn’t been in so many gunfights recently.
I breathed out as I aimed at a person with his back to me and fired. I honestly didn’t care who caused the problem. I wasn’t going to stop and ask each side for their story; both sides would be killed until they both surrendered, then we’d get to the bottom of it. Bang, bang, bang
I just realized I was using the shoot first, ask questions later approach to my policing style now. We made quick work of the ones who were still fighting as we outnumbered, outgunned, and out-experienced both sides. Men sat with their hands on their heads, yelling at each other as I eventually got the story of why they were fighting.
It was over resources, of course, that was what most of the fights boiled down to now. Except, it wasn’t for food or materials, but cores. A zombie tide broke out in one of the nearby buildings, and two of the men who managed to kill all the zombies both touched and gained powers. One of them was dead, but the asshole who shot sticky liquid out of his fingers when we approached was still alive.
If he had a more offensive power than sticky fingers, I might have died, which made it clear to me what I had to do. We had to kill him as well, and it was this entire situation that had me decide to give up on policing them. I took the cores they were fighting over as I left the few who surrendered alive with the knowledge that we would no longer police this area.
It might take a few weeks, maybe a month or two, but I knew that if I kept going out and fighting, especially with people gaining powers, I’d die sooner or later. Defending our home, making sure my daughter stays safe, is the only thing I care about now.
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“Oh fuck. How does your dick feel so much better than my vibrators?” Maria asked as I pistoned out of her. Sophie lay already thoroughly fucked on her, her hands gave out, making their bodies rub against each other as the extra weight let me fuck Maria with more force, as she couldn’t bounce away from my thrusts. I kissed her as she heavily breathed into my mouth.
“Not sure, it probably has to do with how big and hard it is. Might have to do with hormones too, you can’t get as turned on from a vibrator as you can with a thick cocked man.” I hooked a finger into her mouth as she panted with her tongue out, trying to lick it. Her fighting-for-dominance kink had slowly changed into the debasement kink it was now. She loved to be spit on, choked, or told that my other girlfriends were better than her.
It was hard to do at first, but as her tunnel coiled around me when I spit into her open mouth, I couldn’t really help myself but fuck her even harder. She was a total sub now, and also most likely bisexual, as she got even more turned on when another woman was involved. “Alright, you pig whore, I’m about to cum. Get ready to get fucking bred, you dumb bitch.”
She squeeled and clamped down even harder as I grunted into her the last few pumps before depositing jet after jet of semen into her. Her legs clamped around me as she held me as close as she possibly could, even with Sophie in between us. My hand came down, spanking Sophie awake, as she got her bearings.
I finished pumping into Maria. Their eyes met for a brief moment before Maria’s rolled to the back of her head as she passed out from the pleasure and embarrassment of having another woman see her at her most vulnerable. I pulled out a pillow from one of the shelves; we were currently fucking in the backroom of an abandoned Walmart; people had taken over and moved in, but those people were no longer here.
Sophie was already exhausted, it was only the three of us who went to look for her sister at the moment, and I bet she was regretting not letting more come along to help split the burden that is fucking me. I looked at her tight little pussy that was now on display from the pillow propping it up higher before rubbing against it. She had the tiniest pussy, a two-inch-long slit with everything tucked inside.
One hand helped balance her while the other spread her lips open to let me see her pinkness. Rubbing against the entrance, she was already beyond wet. I was too big for her at first, but over the weeks since we’ve been together, not only has she grown more bold, initiating as much as my other girls, but she has also grown accustomed to my size.
I left my penis at her entrance as both of my hands grabbed her shoulders, and I slowly bottomed out in her. She had enough time to let out three long, throaty moans before I finally did, my sword perfectly hilted into her pussy. We didn’t have all day to fuck around fucking.
After we stripped this place of everything of value, we still had to check on her sister, so I didn’t go easy as I fucked her at the fastest pace I could without injuring her. As she reached her eleventh orgasm of that night, I reached my second in her. If none of my girlfriends were pregnant by now, I’d be astonished.
