This War of Mine: Apocalypse:

Season 3

Next chapter of my crossover story, the nightmare continues.

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Boris Yeltsin: Well, so long as your not a female or a captive, Pytor's compound is actually pretty safe, from Walkers at the very least.
Wolfgirl2013: Thanks :)
Jadey97: Yeah, now it's only gonna get worse for them.

Now onto the story.

Disclaimer: I don't own Walking Dead, This War or Mine or their characters.

Episode 5 Part 3

Katia grimaced as she was forced into the room by Pytor, who closed and locked the door behind them.

"Now that we have some peace, it's time for you to earn your place as my wife." He remarked casually.

Katia grimaced. "You're sick, I...I won't-"

She choked as he suddenly grabbed her by the throat. "You fucking will if you want to live..."

Katia froze at that, her mind instantly going to Kalina, to Grozdan. If she died, she didn't want to think how they would feel.

'I...I have no choice...I...Kalina, Grozdan...' Then surprising her, another person who made their way into her thoughts. 'Marko...'

She barely had time to register that she had thought of him, that she felt something there when she thought of him, before Pytor was in her face again.

"I don't think you heard me, dear wife." He growled. "I said, fucking strip!"

"I..." She began.

But then she realized her hands were free, and he had a gun pointed right at her, she grimaced, she had no choice now, for the sake of those she cared about, she had to surrender herself to this vile man. So, swallowing nervously, she began to undress, ending up, before long, in nothing but her lilac lacy panties and matching bra.

She shuddered, feeling revolted as Pytor eyed her hungrily, grinning darkly.

"Very nice...but I didn't say stop." He drawled.

She started. "Wh-what?"

He glared. "Do I have to spell it out, whore. Strip, naked!"

Fighting back tears she did so and stood, fighting to urge to cover herself, knowing that would just enrage him more. Pytor laughed as he walked around her, examining every inch of her exposed body, making Katia shudder again as she felt his hands on her soft skin, groping her shamelessly.

"So nice, lovely flat stomach, a nice round ass...such...full breasts." He growled in her ear, pawing at her. "Nice small pink nipples."

She bit back a yelp as he pinched them before actually yelping as she was forced forwards, falling onto a bed. She tried to struggle away but he held her down still groping her.

"Such long legs you've got, Katia, my dear." He continued.

He didn't even seem to care that she wasn't shaved between her legs, in fact, he seemed to sickeningly enjoy every inch of her body as he removed his own clothing and she whimpered when she saw his hardness, knowing what was coming. Her worst thoughts and fears confirmed.

"Please..." She pleaded.

He just laughed, deliberately misinterpreting her. "As you wish, my love."

With that he pinned her down and she cried out in dismay and pain as he thrust inside her.

In another room, Grozdan stood awkwardly, feeling Bozena's watchful gaze upon him as he cradled the stump of his left hand.

"My, my, my." She said at last. "I can't remember the last time I saw a pretty boy like you."

Grozdan blushed and shifted. "Please, this isn't...my sister will-"

Bozena glared before suddenly getting to her feet and slapping him across the face.

"You will never speak of that brat again!" She yelled. "Understand, you are MINE now, she no longer exists!"

Grozdan trembled, trying hard not to cry, not wanting to give her the satisfaction. Bozena merely smirked and sat back down, perfectly calm again.

"I'm curious, sexy...How do you even undress with just one hand...can you do it on your own, or do you need help?" She suddenly remarked. "Why don't you show me..."

"I..."

"Undress, now." She snarled.

Her tone left no room for argument and Grozdan, his heart pounding with fear, began to fumble with his clothes, trying to get them off. It was indeed awkward but, ever since losing his hand he had been practising, so as to avoid the embarrassment of needing help undressing. As such he was indeed finally able to undress and stood before his captor, blushing furiously, clad in a pair of blue Superhero boxers with an unfortunate telltale bulge at the front. Being a boy of fifteen, Grozdan was sadly victim to this, erections at the most unfortunate times.

Bozena however was delighted.

"Oh, you're already excited about this, good, that'll make it better." She smirked. "I didn't say you were finished though, get those cute little undies off too, superhero."

Grozdan panicked at that. "P-please, no, I-"

"Do it!"

Flinched he did as he was told, awkwardly getting his boxers off and standing naked, not wanting to anger her he kept his hand by his side, not cover his hard penis, which was of average size for a boy his age. Something which Bozena noted as she took in his body.

"My how delightful, turn around." She said and he did so. "Wow, you really are so tan all over, with that nice toned stomach and toned long legs, some lean muscle...hmm, your ass is a bit square but looks real firm, I'll have to find out just how firm, won't I."

Grozdan sobbed, unable to hold back anymore. He then cried out in horror as he was grabbed and forced down onto a bed by the now unclothed Bozena and he knew what was coming. He closed his eyes and cried as the woman began to rape him, turning him into nothing more than her toy.

End of chapter, things take yet another dark turn, read and review please.