Four months later...

Lucy laid on all fours on the forest floor. Negan had taken her along for a patrol on his motorcycle, and the two had turned off a half an hour ago. Parking the bike hidden behind some overgrown bramble bushes, the two walked as Negan carried his rifle. His radio cackled and sounded, as the others reported that they would be bringing supplies in soon. Currently Negan had several bases in the surrounding area, and a pretty solid system working through. Most nights, Lucy would sit up with him in the trailer, strung out, sitting beside him as he looked over maps, marking off lists of ammo, supplies, and weapons. She knew he was beginning to get real sick of how dependent she was becoming with the drugs.

Twice when she snapped at him, pushing him off after sex, or refusing to talk he decided to wait on giving her her hourly hit. Here both times she ended up begging, on her knees, sweating and sick to her stomach. She told him what she wanted him to hear, lying and saying that she needed him and that she was sorry. Each time he would look disgusted, shake his head before filling one of the syringes and mutter...

"Jesus baby, you are becoming a regular junkie..."

Lucy hated that she actually was. Besides trying a little pot a few times at a party she had never touched drugs. In fact, she had listened in all of those health prep talks about the dangers of using. Never before in her wildest dreams would she see herself unable to even function without this shit pumping through her. Still, it kept her at bay. Megan liked the control, and most days she would sit near him, spacing out not saying a word. He would round about the camp, speaking with the others, all the while dragging her along. None of the men were allowed to look or speak to her. They had to respect her as the wife of Negan, They called her Ma'am, and often bowed their heads slightly whenever Negan would drag her over. Most times she just sat back either on a rock or bench. She wouldn't run, she wouldn't speak, she wouldn't fight.

Instead she would sit there staring blankly out not saying a word. Most times he would sit next to her, arm around her shoulders squeezing her tight. Whenever he went somewhere, he took her with him. Every night in the trailer, he would shower with her, sit down and eat with her. As of lately, she didn't have much of an appetite, she figured this was from the drugs. She would pick at her food, before he would take her into the back of the trailer and rape her for hours. Some night when he stayed up, smelling clean like cologne and soap he would turn on the lanterns, sit at the table and look over his maps. There he would take a handful of her hair and roughly press her head down before she was gagging on his penis.

Twice she had attempted on biting him, and both times Negan had left bruises on her collarbone bad enough they felt tender at the touch. She didn't try to hurt him anymore since she knew he had learned her weakness, which were the drugs. Most evenings his large cock would be inside her mouth as she tried not to gag on it, trying to breath through her nose as he complained that she needed to use her tongue, and move her head up and down. Whenever he came, he would force her head down so she would swallow his come. Once they were in the bedroom, after fresh clean feeling she felt from the shower would be gone as he threw her legs up on his shoulders and took her rough, fast, and direct. Most times, she was either too stoned or exhausted to cry, or even focus on how badly he was hurting her. She had learned something quickly. He usually finished faster whenever she laid there motionless like a dead fish. In the beginning, before the drugs really took hold he would grin, enjoying the struggle, making sure it would last. Now, he would either rub her down below, or lick her until she came. All these times she felt dirty and disgusted whenever that overwhelming pin prick feeling overtook her body. Each time this happened she tried her hardest to convince herself it was the drugs that made her feel this way, and maybe strangely it was a blessing that he was getting her body somewhat ready before he began with her. There were a few times during the day when that urge overcame him, and that dangerous look of hunger would fill those eyes and before she knew it they were behind one of the trucks at the camp with her skirt up, and his zipper down as he was roughly thrusting into her dry. Each night after he finished he would collapse on top of her and sleep, snoring lightly, all the while his large muscular arms holding her tight.

Today, she laid there as he grabbed onto her hips, thrusting away, causing her braided hair to hang in her face. Staring forward at the ground, she tried so hard to think of Chris and what things would have been like had they never gotten caught at this camp. She thought of what it would have been like having her first time with him. How gentle and slow he would have been. Nothing like this bastard. Megan roughly pulled out before he turned her with little to no effort on her back. Staring up at the trees, she blinked before he ripped open her blouse, yanking down her bra, completely ruining it. The amount of clothes she went through with Negan ripping them was insane. Still, each evening Negan would have fresh new ones waiting for her, always telling her to wear these tight jeans, these revealing halter tops, or skimpy sundresses.

Always making her wear her hair in braids as if she was just a little girl. Her breasts were covered with faint bite marks and bruises from him. His large hands grabbed them, squeezing them tight before he spread her legs and laid on top of her. Laying there she tried to fade away as she usually did, laying there limp as he began pumping into her in a nice steady pace. She felt her body move from beneath him. as he grunted and clutched onto her.

"I'm gonna come...oh Jesus..."

His jeans were pooled around his ankles as he drove himself in, once, twice, and finally he cried out as his bare ass twitched as he climaxed. Instant warmth filled her as she laid there in a daze. Catching his breath, Negan remained inside of her. Licking her neck, he began sucking on her skin. Annoyed, Lucy eyed his baseball bat laying just five or so feet away. How badly she wanted to bash his brains in with that. Laying there, she felt his move his hips, still kissing and sucking her skin. Feeling her head ache, she hated to say it now since she barley did speak to him, but she knew he would enjoy seeing her suffer and squirm until he finally asked for it.

Clearing her dry throat she said...

"I...need a hit."

Megan froze from kissing her, staring down he smiled and shook his head.

"Sorry darling but this morning was your list hit. We gotta keep that system nice and clean now even if it kills you."

At first she thought he was joking. Some new sick and twisted way to control her. Laying there, she continued feeling him lick her breasts up and down before he pulled out. Panting, he sat next to her before grabbing her ankles. Lifting her legs straight up in the air, she laid back before she looked over at him.

"What are you doing?"

"Working on what I've been wanting for some time now. Might take awhile but I'm in no rush. The making is what's gonna be fun. Like I said you gotta have a clean system and that starts now."

Lucy stared up as he continued to hold her legs up in the air.

"What are you talking about?"

Negan smiled and roughly drummed his fingers across her flat stomach.

"We're gonna make ourselves a baby honey, I'm gonna put a son if you if it's the last thing I do."

Frightened, Lucy stared up speechless. Smiling, Negan clearly enjoyed her reaction.

"So just lay there and focus on those little guys going upwards and onwards, I feel round two coming on real quick."

Horrified, Lucy stared up at him unable to scream. Laughing, he kept her like that for what seemed like a lifetime. When he dropped her sore legs, she found the strength of sitting up and trying to jump up and run. Struggling, she began to cry and scream before he crawled on top of her.

"NO! NO!"

"It's too late to say no darling, sorry."

With that he head butted her, causing her to black out. Smiling, he opened her legs and laced his hand into hers, her wedding band dully sparking in the sunlight.