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The Bomb Shelter

We find shelter at an abandoned farm with a family that seems… a little odd.

“Help! Is there anybody in here!” I shouted, banging on the wooden trap door.

I could see the things in the distance. Slender shadows sprinting towards us. Ready to tear us apart. The farmhouse was empty, but it looked like they had a bomb shelter.

“Help!” my wife cried out, slamming her fists raw on the wooden door, leaving trails of blood in the splinters.

It swung open.

“Get inside,” a woman hissed, pulling us both inside before slamming it shut and sliding a heavy iron bolt in place.

A moment later we could hear a commotion outside.

Scratching.

Growling.

Stomping on the door.

“Thank you so much,” I said as my eyes adjusted to the dim light.

It was a bomb shelter, and a very spacious one at that.

“That was close. I’m Paul, by the way,” a middle-aged man said, introducing himself. “This is my wife, Sandra. And this is our daughter, Kate.”

I smiled at the family.

“I’m James. This is my wife, Emma. We ran out of gas a few miles away trying to escape,” I said.

“Have some dinner, we were about to sit down,” Sandra said, leading us to an adjacent room.

“Have you been down here long?” Emma asked.

Paul looked at Sandra. Neither of them answered.

“Almost two years,” Kate said, slipping a spoonful of meaty stew into her mouth.

“Two years… but…” Emma started.

I kicked her under the table.

“The stew is delicious,” I said, trying to change the subject.

“I knew this was coming,” Paul said. “It was a matter of time.”

“What’s it like up there?” Kate asked, her eyes sparkling.

“Kate!” Paul scolded.

Kate looked down in embarrassment.

“Kate was back from college visiting when Paul had his vision,” Sandra said. “We decided this was the best way of avoiding what was to come.”

I felt very uneasy.

“Eat up,” Sandra smiled.

“Quite a collection,” I said, pointing at the rows of candles in all assorted colours and sizes. “You can’t use them down here, can you?”

“No,” Paul said. “They’ve been in the family for some time.”

“Let me prepare a bed for you two. You’re welcome to use the shower, but we keep it to under a minute each to conserve water,” Sandra said as she cleared the plates.

“Sometimes we shower together to save water,” Kate said, staring right at me.

I jerked with fright when I felt her foot sliding up against my leg.

“Are you okay?” Emma asked.

“Yeah, only a shiver,” I lied.

Kate sniggered.

Later that night I stepped into the shower. Water trickled out ever so slightly.

“You can open it more,” Kate said, startling me as she stepped into the shower with me.

“Holy shit,” I said, trying to move away from her naked body.

“We’re saving water, James,” she pouted.

“This is a terrible idea,” I said, unable to keep my eyes off her nubile body and firm tits.

I tried to step out, but she pulled me back in.

“I’ve not had sex for years,” Kate whispered. “And I’m really horny right now.”

Without warning, she wrapped her slender fingers around my cock.

“I want to feel this inside me so bad,” she continued, breathing heavily as she closed her eyes.

“I… I have a wife,” I stuttered, looking around nervously as she started jerking my erection off.

“Just a quick one, please,” she begged, turning around.

She pressed her bare ass against my cock, allowing it to slide over her cheeks.

“Please, I’m begging you.”

She reached around, grabbed my cock, and guided it to her pussy. She pushed her pelvis back and my tip pressed between her smooth lips.

“Ah!” she exclaimed.

“Shhh!” I said, trying to pull away.

“Please, James, PLEASE!”

I knew there was no getting out of it. Maybe doing what she wanted would allow us to stop with the racket and lower the risk of being caught.

“Fuck,” I whispered, grabbing her soft hips.

I rammed myself into her, feeling her young cunt squeezing my pulsating cock.

“Ah, yes, that’s so fucking good,” she gasped.

I fucked her hard, drilling her pussy repeatedly as she whimpered and moaned. Water splashed all over as I slammed my pelvis into her ass.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she shrieked.

Flup! Flup! Splash! Flup Flup!

“Shut up!” I whispered.

But she was in a world of her own. Her body shook and trembled as an orgasm surged through her hungry body. She convulsed and gasped, giggling and whimpering at the same time.

“Cum inside me,” she stuttered.

The next moment I exploded, sending a hot jet of my seed straight into her fertile womb.

I pummelled her pussy a few more seconds before we basked in orgasmic ecstasy.

“What?” I muttered to myself, reaching down between my legs.

My cock was covered in something thick. It felt like… wax?

Suddenly I felt a sharp pain at the back of my head, and everything went black.

“You know what we’ve said, Kate. It’s no longer as easy with us being down here. Nobody comes knocking at the farm anymore.”

The voices sounded far away. I felt constrained. Unable to move.

“Sorry, Dad. Next time I’ll let them stay longer before doing anything,” Kate responded.

“You know your dad likes to toy around first. Like a cat with a mouse. You’ve taken this away from him,” Sandra said.

I opened my eyes… or something that felt like eyes. Everything looked blurry.

“They do look good up there though,” Paul said proudly as they all looked straight at me.

I tried to say something.

But I couldn’t.

No words escaped my mouth.

Because I had no mouth.

Suddenly realisation struck.

They had turned us into one of their candles.

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