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+[ Author: AlexClayton; Title: Apocalypse Slaves; Genre: Post-Apocalyptic, BDSM, NSFW ]
+[ Carla and Dawn ]
+[ The Decision ]
+The settlement had been kotowed to the Bandits again and it made Carla sick to her stomach. Just like every week since the Bandits first found them they had made their demands for their tribute, the elders refused, the Bandits would attack, and the settlers subsequently surrendered from overwhelming firepower. Five months of this and the elders had yet to do anything about it. And just like every week before in that five months, Carla was blindfolded, stripped naked, and placed kneeling on a mattress in an empty room by herself with her hands tied behind her back.
+It was a game that the Bandits all liked to play with all of the women of the settlement. After the token male of the settlement was beat up in front of everyone, the women were then bound and stripped before being taken into a random closed room in a random house before they all changed things around and a random Bandit went in to take further 'tribute' from those who were of adult age. Carla could be in her own room, her parent's room, or even the Mayor's house or the so-called Sherriff's house for all she knew.
+Her head cocked slightly to the left when she heard the door open and close behind her. A blast of heat from the scorched landscape beyond followed before being stopped by the abrupt slamming of the closing door. She knew that she was at least facing a window from the way the harsh sun's heat beat down on the front of her pale nude body from the outside, filtered by some of the sun barriers that had been erected. As she heard the shuffling of the man behind her, knowing it was a man since the Bandits never took women as one of their numbers, she wondered which one it would be this time.
+She felt his weight on the mattress when he knelt down behind her. A couple of shuffles forward and he was nuzzled up behind her, his coarse, leathery hands immediately coming around to grope her breasts. "Hiya Peaches," his ragged voice whispered into her ear as he fondled her chest. "Did ya miss me?"
+Oh great... Haggard... Carla thought with disgust as she turned her face away from him. That was her, and the other girls for that matter, name for him because of his rough and raspy voice just like 'Peaches' was his name for her because of her strawberry blonde hair and plump tits. That and the fact that the soap she favored had a scent that was made from said fruit. On the list of Bandits that could've shown up Haggard was about her fourth or fifth least favorite. At least he didn't mark a conquest notch on her left calf like Knife did or whip her ass until she bled like Flogger was known to do. Had Carla had a choice, she would've much preferred to have Confessor or Tender in here. At least they treated women with at least something resembling care despite the fact that they were essentially forcing her to have sex with them.
+Carla grimaced and grit her teeth when his calloused fingers immediately attacked her sensitive pink nipples as they twisted and pulled. It was Haggard's idea of foreplay. She tried not to squirm in his grip too much to avoid grazing her toned ass up against his raging hard-on. After the first couple of times she figured out that the Bandits thrive on overpowering resisting females so the best thing for her to do at this point was to just let him have his way with her and be done with it. If she was really lucky she'd only have to pay tribute to just Haggard today and no one else.
+His hand moved from her left breast and she knew what was coming a half second before she heard him slobber all over his fore and middle fingers. Then said fingers were down between her legs, grazing past the thin wisps of her pubic hair, and attacking her already moistening slit. Carla let out an involuntary gasp and cry of alarm as the jolts of unwanted erotic pleasure shot through her. Despite clamping her mouth shut at once, this served to goad Haggard on as he parted the lips of her pussy and vigorously rubbed her clit.
+"AH!" Carla cried out, bucking back against him once as she unconsciously tried to get her sensitive nub away from the offending hand. Haggard's grip was way too powerful for her to move far. His right hand came up to clamp around her neck. She straightened up and sucked in a sudden breath through her nose while she froze, knowing all too well that he could and would squeeze until she fell unconscious. That mistake she'd made only once before with him and was thankful that she'd woken up shortly thereafter. So with a trembling lip she held still and let him do his thing.
+"Yeah, you like that... don't you?" Haggard whispered in a poor attempt at a husky voice. "You're my little slut, aren't you Peaches?" She didn't bother answering him. If she answered yes, then he might be tempted to take her away from the settlement to wherever the hell they camped at. If she answered no like she done the first time with him, then she'd get spanked until she couldn't walk for a week. Another learned item was to just keep quiet and let him think what he wanted.
+Haggard soon grew restless of playing with her. Carla then felt his hands on her shoulders pushing her forward. She landed on the mattress with a grunt of discomfort as the air was momentarily knocked from her lungs. Knowing what was coming, she widened her thighs out as much as she could in her position and tried to relax as much as possible.
+Sure enough, Haggard opened her up just enough to get the head of his cock in before driving into her painfully hard before her pussy had a chance to really open up for him. Despite the foreknowledge, she still gasped in surprise as his cock filled her up hard and fast. Rotating her torso slightly, Carla attempted to get a bit more comfortable only to be pushed down into the mattress by his big, beefy hand on the back of her neck. The message was clear; stay put.
+He withdrew slightly and then pressed into her hard with his bulk to the point that she moved forward on the mattress a couple of inches. His free hand clamped down onto her hip, holding her in place as he repeated the motion in a hard jerking motion. Carla couldn't help but grimace as he drove into her as hard and as deep as he could each time. The head of his cock slammed up against her cervix over and over again as he made sure that it would last.
+"Come on, Peaches, tighten up for me." Haggard said, giving her a quick slap on her ass before driving into her extra hard on the next thrust. "You know how I like it. I shouldn't have to remind you."
+Had she not been blindfolded, Carla would've rolled her eyes at him. Nonetheless, she flexed her loins and squeezed his cock with her pussy as tightly as possible. If nothing else to get him done quicker. Haggard let out a long, languorous sigh of pleasure as she gripped him hard.
+Now the thrusting came faster. She felt his cock become engorged inside of her. The part that she really hated was coming up and there was no way out of it. Haggard worked up to a good hard and fast rhythm. Once he was at his preferred speed, by Carla's figuring, he moved the hand pinning her down around to the front of her neck. He pulled her upright as he banged away at her, their flesh now reaching a rapid staccato as they slapped together. The hand on her hip disappeared and she heard that sickening slurping sound as he licked his fingers again. Then they went straight down to her clit where he fingered her hard while his cock pumped in and out of her.
+"GAH!" Carla cried out as her most sensitive nub was assaulted once again. Her body jerked around in his grasp as if electrified. Her breasts bounced up and down rapidly as she wiggled and writhed in an attempt to get away from the unwanted pleasure being fostered upon her. In her mind she screamed for it all to stop and tried to ignore the sexual stimulus that her body was craving. But just like before; the more she fought it and tried to suppress it the faster her peak came.
+Deep inside of her pussy she felt Haggard's cock swell and gush inside of her as it released a torrent of his seed. "Haaaaaa," he breathed in ecstasy right as he mashed his fingers down hard across her clit. That sent her spiraling over the edge as her body unleashed waves of pleasure through her body as the orgasm was forced upon her. Her body arched forward as far as it could go within his grip and she could do nothing but kneel there, trembling and shuddering in the throes of unwanted passion as his cock continued to pump and pulsate deep within her.
+Without even realizing it at first, Carla started sobbing uncontrollably. Tears trickled out from underneath of her blindfold to start streaming down her hot, flushed cheeks. It was this part that she hated the most as she hated her inability to tune out the erotic pleasure whenever the Bandits had their way with them. Deep down she envied the other women who told stories at how they were able to let the men who took them have their way while blanking everything else out.
+Haggard pulled out of her and let her go. Carla fell to the mattress and drew her knees up to her chest as she curled up into a ball. By the door, she could hear him get dressed. "Thanks for another great fuck, Peaches. I'll see ya next week provided I don't have time to bring Strawberry back to have fun with us." She could imagine his grinning, triumphant face as he brought one of her close friends in so that they both could 'pay tribute' to him.
+Before Haggard went out the door she heard him rustling around in his pockets. Then she felt him leaning over her. He shoved his fingers into her mouth and forced the pill that he now held down her throat. "Swallow," he commanded her. "We don't want any bastards of mine running around. I might actually have to take you into a civilized town then."
+Carla swallowed the bitter pill without a second thought. Ugh... RadRoot... Her stomach heaved as the awful tasting pill shaped sliver of root hit it. She hated the taste of the thing that sprouted like a weed everywhere in the wake of the Flare thanks to the cosmic radiation that nearly killed the planet and everyone on it. Then again, the last thing she wanted to do was get knocked up by a Bandit and give birth to their spawn. She'd heard stories of Bandits taking women away from settlements in chains so that they could bring forth the next generation of Bandits to harass people. The general rule of thumb amongst the women was if they use rope or nylon, you're fine. They just want to have their fun with you. If they use chains, you're theirs, and you better pray for a good master. Such a fate had already befallen her mother and Carla hoped to avoid it all the same.
+When she felt Haggard's hand using a rag to clean up his seed that was oozing from her pussy, she came to the sudden realization that she didn't want to stick around for the day when they decided to use chains on her. She wanted out of here; out of this settlement and out of everyone's lives to go make her own way in this cursed world. No longer would she be beholden to anyone else for safety. Continuing to let the tears flow at her own realizations, she wept loudly to the point that it obviously made Haggard uncomfortable as he soon left in a hurry.
+Her sobbing continued long after he had closed the door.
+***
+Carla woke with a start to hands untying her bound wrists and removing her blindfold. What a fool she had been for falling asleep like that! Stupo! Women had been taken away or enslaved for less than that! Her hazel eyes blinked as they readjusted to being open again after so long. Her head darted around to see who was with her and where she was exactly.
+"Easy," a soothing girl's voice said.
+Looking up into the concerned face of a beautiful young auburn-haired girl her own age, Carla let out a sigh of relief. "Sorry Dawn," she said, trying to still her beating heart. "I...I fell asleep." Carla rubbed her wrists and allowed Dawn to help her up into a sitting position. She noticed that Dawn was just as naked as she was. "Who'd you end up getting?"
+"Loudmouth," Dawn said with a half-frown and a wrinkle of her nose. "That man loves to yap your ear off while fucking you like he's in one of those skin-vids back in the cities."
+Carla winced. "Sorry about that. He kinda makes you wish for some of the other Bandits, doesn't he?"
+"Depends... who took you this time?"
+"Haggard."
+"Ooooh," Dawn flinched at that one and instinctively drew her own arms up to protect her voluptuous bust as if he were still in the room. "God I hate those leathery hands of his. Scratches my skin every time." She shuddered at the thought.
+Carla's eyes went wide. "He's not here, is he?" she asked, voice dropping to a frightened whisper. "He said that he was going to bring you back for us both to entertain him!"
+Dawn, or Strawberry as she was referred as by Haggard, shook her head. Her red-brown hair that dipped down past the middle of her back was the identifier that Haggard used to name her. "No. Do you think that I'd be here getting you untied if that were the case? I heard Leader come in for Loudmouth right when he was finishing up with me. Something about a rival gang had them all tearing out of here in a hurry."
+"Thank God," Carla let out another sigh of relief. "Maybe that'll keep them off of our backs for a while." If they were really lucky the rival gang would wipe them out and they'd never hear from them ever again. But she doubted that would happen. She stood up and stretched her arms and legs as they'd become stiff. "I want to go get some clothes on and see about getting out of here."
+"You want to go to the diner for some dinner?"
+Carla shook her head. "No. I mean out of here as in away from this settlement out of here."
+"Yeah, right. I've heard that before" Dawn laughed. Her eyes went wide when she saw Carla's disdainful look. "Holy shit, you're serious this time?"
+"Come with me."
+"I dunno..." Dawn said with great uncertainty, biting her lower lip. "Where would we go?"
+"I figure west; towards Vegas. I heard rumors from the trader caravans that they're getting the city back up and running again." Carla gave a half shrug. "I'm sure we could find work there."
+"As what? An escort?" Dawn snorted.
+Another shrug. "Well, at least we'd get compensation for it. If we're going to be fucked why not at least do it in luxury? It can't be any worse than here on the edge of the dustbowl." She grabbed Dawn's hands. "Please? Come with me?"
+"Fine," Dawn said, giving her a reassuring kiss on the lips. "I hate seeing you beg."
+"Great!" Carla got to her feet, suddenly renewed with a purpose. "I'll go to the workshop and get us some protection whipped up. You see to the provisions."
+"You know that the raiders will come after us, don't you?" Dawn said, eyeing her.
+"Maybe, maybe not. But like I said; it can't be any worse than what we have here. Besides, if we leave right away we can get the jump on them and be well out of here before they come back for their weekly tribute."
+***
+After getting something that resembled clothes, a tattered old white shirt that Carla had to tie in a knot under her breasts and a pair of tattered jeans that hung off of one hip, Carla was at the workshop in the process of making a couple of pipe rifles. Tinkering was a gift that she had and she'd taken a class on back in Des Moines when her family opted out of the bi-annual lottery. Cities that held survivors and refugees from the Flare became overcrowded in a hurry and so in order to maintain a healthy population and a viable, living city, people had to be exiled in order for the larger populace to survive.
+Instead of facing the prospect of being selected by the lottery for immediate exile, people had the option in the cities to "opt-out" by volunteering to leave. Usually that meant the person and their whole family. The upside to such a move was that volunteers were given classes on how to survive out in the untamed wilds and wastelands as well as enough provisions to make it to a mapped out location to start a new settlement up.
+Carla's family had made just such a move a couple of years ago when she was 18. They were doing well up until five months ago when these Raiders had stumbled upon their settlement by the lake. The elders had thought themselves safe here nestled between the growing wilderness to the east and the untamed wastelands to the west. Then all good things came to an end when the first of the Raiders showed up after learning about the new settlement's location from a group of traders.
+As she worked, her hatred seethed to the surface about her father who stood by, impassionate as ever, as both Carla and her mother were lined up for the first time, stripped naked in front of everyone in the settlement, blindfolded, and then taken away to have the Raiders force themselves upon the women.
+That was the first time and the Raiders were back the next week for more tribute and sex. Once again everyone was lined up just as before. But this time they had chains with them and some of the women were taken away, never to return.
+Her mother confided in her that she'd overheard one of their leaders talking about how they worked. Of course they needed to keep people here to encourage the settlers to do the work for them so that the Raiders could reap the rewards. Of course they'd take the best of the women with them. Carla's mother had always told her to keep her head down, do as they say, and don't arise their notice or else she might get taken as well.
+Unfortunately, her mother didn't heed her own advice. In her eagerness to keep them from beating Father up, Mother stripped off her own clothes and sucked the leader off right in front of everyone before they had a chance to do their little tradition. She was collared and chained that night and that was the last Carla had seen of her.
+The fact that Father just stood by and let it happen enraged Carla. She still refused to speak to him.
+There was a sound at the door as it creaked open. One of the men was standing there, glaring at her. His name was Joshua and he fancied himself one of the so-called 'protectors' of the settlement although he had yet to prove himself in that regard. "Get out, woman," Joshua said gruffly. "I need to make a replacement rifle and people that sleep with our enemies don't belong here."
+"Like I ever have a fucking choice," Carla snapped back while remaining focused on her work. "Besides, people that surrender us to the damn Raiders should either be castrated or killed for making us sleep with them." She paused and gave a dramatic, thoughtful tilt to her head. "So tell me, does it make you feel more or less of a man to see your girlfriend stripped naked and hauled away to be fucked every week?"
+Joshua let out a growl of anger and charged her. If there was one single benefit to having the Bandits blindfold her and force themselves upon her week after week is that she had developed an uncanny sense of hearing to the point that she could fight with her eyes closed. She anticipated his bear hug from behind by ducking much lower than he'd expected while stepping back and to the right. Joshua went right over her and crashed into the worktable where Carla's Pipe Gun was at.
+Keeping the initiative on her side, since to do otherwise meant that she was going to be just as screwed as if the Bandits had come back, Carla stepped back forward and drove her foot into the back of his knee. The knee gave way and he howled in pain as he went to the floor. She then grabbed his head with both hands and bounced it off of the table, knocking him out. Another good kick to the head made sure that he'd be out for a while to give her the time that she needed to complete her work. For good measure she picked up his legs at the ankles and dragged him back outside the shack to dump him unceremoniously out into the dusty street beyond.
+***
+A couple of hours later with two new pipe pistols made, Carla met Dawn back at the redhead's shack. Joshua was still knocked out back at the armory and Carla was content to leave his sorry ass there. "You got everything?" Carla asked.
+"I believe so," Dawn said, checking the packs again. "Enough rations that should last us until Lincoln. RadRoot... just in case, two canteens apiece that we can refill in ponds, lakes, and streams along the way. Compasses, knives, mess kits, cooking utensils, bedrolls, kindling kits, first aid kits, flashlights, goggles, water filters, and rain covers." She looked at Carla. "We should be able to barter and trade any salvage we find along the way for meals whenever we come across traders."
+"Yeah, that'll be a priority for us until we can get some good hard tabs in our pockets." Carla remarked. Pull tabs off of cans became the currency of choice once the governments had shut down and it was everyone for themselves. It was plentiful and actually lasted unlike the old paper money that her parents and grandparents had used before the war and were forced to burn at one point in time to provide fuel for fires. She remembered the tales of them finally admitting that the old governments were gone and that they had to use the currency of the time to keep warm through a hard winter. Carla briefly wondered what it would've been like to grow up in a world where every day was not a life-or-death survival choice.
+They procured some heavy coats and wide-brimmed hats, donned their packs, holstered their new pipe pistols, and headed for the front gates where they were stopped by Sherriff. "Where do you two think that you're going? Salvage parties already left for the day."
+"We're leaving, Sherriff." Carla said resolutely. "Open the gates and let us out."
+Sherriff laughed until he noticed their getup. "Seriously? You think the two of you will honestly survive out there away from the shelter of the settlement? Where the fuck do you ladies think that you're going? Really?"
+"Away from here and you can't stop us." Carla growled.
+"Really? What do you think your Pa will say, Carla? How about your folks, Dawn? You think they're going to let this be?"
+"You think that you assholes can protect us any better than you've failed to do so far?" Carla shot back. "The only protection I get here is from the sun and I can hop from shelter to shelter if I have to. Besides, I haven't spoken to Pa since he first willingly gave me over to the Raiders as tribute so they wouldn't beat his ass down. Not to mention I haven't been able to stomach the sight of him ever since he allowed Ma to be taken away in chains. So he can go hang for all I care!" her voice was rising in volume and pitch causing others nearby to turn and watch.
+Dawn scoffed. "You think my parents care either? They're always too busy hiding themselves so that Mom doesn't have to be ravished in front of the whole town to worry about me. So what makes you think they'll even notice if I'm gone?"
+Carla continued on her tirade. "None of you haven't been able to protect us at all since these Raiders found us! Every time you buckle rather than try and defend us. What's the point of these walls and these few sun barriers if you're just opening the gates every time to let those Raiders take what and who they want? So why should out there be any different than in here? Let. Us. OUT!"
+The Sherriff was about to say something until he noticed that others were looking his way and were looking angry. He could see it in their eyes; they were all just as pissed as the two girls were in front of him. He could stall by getting the mayor, but then the girls would be out the gates in no time. He could order them back but then he might have a riot on his hands. That left only one option that was left and that was to let them go peacefully. He let out a sigh and unlocked the gates that led out to the blasted wastelands beyond.
+Carla blinked in amazement. She hadn't expected to be let go that easily. She figured on a knockdown, drag out fight or at the worst to have to sneak out under the cover of night. Rather than sit there and question her good fortune she instead grabbed Dawn's hand and hurried out before the Sherriff could change his mind.
+Good Riddance... she thought bitterly as they put space between them and the settlement. I hope the Raiders come back and burn the place down. It'll serve you all right.
+***
+[ On the Road ]
+"Y'all didn't actually forget that we'd forgotten about you, did ya?" the Raider known as Loudmouth asked with glee as he paraded up and down the line of women at the settlement. "Those boys from up north interrupted us and it took us a few days to send them packing. Now you all have the honor of servicing us all day and night. No more interruptions!" While he gloated and chortled over the misfortune of the settlers, his brothers of the Corning Commandos were in the process of stripping, tying, and blindfolding the girls much to their and their men's misery.
+Loudmouth paused when he got to the end of the line. It was much too short. "Hey!" he called out looking over at the group of men where they were held at bay at gunpoint by more of the Commandos. "Where the hell are the rest of them at?" he demanded. "You're missing a few, especially my favorite two; Peaches and Strawberry!"
+"What?" the Raider known as Haggard to the settlers asked, stunned. "Peaches is gone?" he wheeled on the so-called Sherriff and the boy. "Where'd my girl go off to? Speak or I'll put one right through ya!"
+Sherriff stiffened up. "They left right after you did three days ago. Didn't say where they were going. More of the girls and even some of the families left soon after they did." He shook his head. "It was like a goddamn exodus as everyone scattered every which way.
+"GODDAMMIT!" Haggard yelled at the top of his lungs. "Where'd they go? Someone here has to know!"
+"I know where they went," the boy said. "One of them knocked me out when I tried to shoo her out of the armory. I later overheard the girls talking that overheard them. They said something about finding work in Vegas out west."
+"Three days?" The Raider known as Leader mused. "On foot? They can't have made more than thirty miles in that time. We can catch them easily enough. Alright, we'll go after our lost flock and bring them back into the safety of the settlement here. We can't have people wandering all over our territory. We'll head after them tomorrow at first light."
+"Hey!" the boy shouted. "Take me with you! I want payback!"
+The Raiders regarded him with a funny look. "Why should we?" Loudmouth snorted in derision. "You got your ass kicked by a girl!"
+"Yeah, we need men," Haggard laughed, "Not Boys."
+"Ah fuck it, bring him with us." Leader rolled his eyes. "We can use replacements after that scuffle with the Des Moines Demons. What's yer name kid?"
+"Joshua," he said, grinning broadly.
+"That name sucks," Leader chortled. "I like Kid better. You like your new name, Kid?"
+"No."
+"Well then, deal with it. Maybe if you deliver the girls you'll get a better name. Until then, that's it."
+***
+"I'm telling you, we need a map!" Dawn said. "We've been wandering aimlessly on this western path that you've been taking us on for three days as you insist on avoiding roads!"
+"I would've had one if the elders of our settlement bothered to have any available." Carla said irritably. They weren't making as good of time as she would've liked and it was starting to take its toll on them. She would've said something else but Dawn's glowering look stopped her. She sighed. "Fine, we'll follow the next road westbound that we come across and follow it until we come across a trade caravan or something." She gave Dawn a cross look, "but if we come across a Raider Gang, I get to tell you 'I told you so", got it?"
+"Deal," Dawn happily agreed.
+They'd already come across a couple of deserted villages and one decent sized town since setting out so they had a little bit of decent salvage with them that they could barter. The problem was that tabs were coming up short. They only had a handful and getting their hands on something as valuable as a map would be costly.
+But at this point to start planning out an easier route, Carla was willing to do anything.
+A few hours later they came across one of the old highways with the number "34" emblazoned on a white shield. Carla checked her compass, pointed to her right in the direction of due west along the road and they started walking more. It was getting dark out and as they came up to a crossroad that had an old ranch and an equally old church at it. They decided to settle down for the night. "I'm exhausted." Carla complained as they trudged up to the crossroads that was littered with broken down old vehicles and strewn with debris from over the years. Some of it was even being reclaimed by nature in places.
+"Hey, look!" Dawn pointed off to the left. "It looks like a trader is over at that old burned out church.
+Carla fished out her binoculars to take a look. "Yeah," she confirmed. "It looks like a small trader with the one truck and one outrider motorcycle. They shouldn't be too hard to deal with." She put the binoculars away and made sure her pipe pistol was ready to go. "Come on."
+They got closer and they saw that the truck was parked in a classic defensive position with the driver's door facing the front double doors of the church. Just inside the girls could see a fire circle had been built up by bricks taken from the other nearby buildings and there were two men sitting next to it cooking something over the roaring fire they had going.
+"Hi!" Carla called out, announcing their presence so that the men wouldn't be spooked. They took off their hats and cloaks to make identification easier. Since the sun was down below the horizon, it was safe to do so now. In this day and age people tended to shoot first and ask questions only after any potential opposition was dead so anything that made such encounters easier was the best thing to do. "Two of us out here. Y'all traders?"
+"Yeah," The man on the left said cautiously, looking out into the dimming light. "You armed?"
+"Of course I'm armed. What idiot would be out here unarmed?" Carla said with a hint of sarcasm. "We're looking to buy a map of the area. You got one?"
+"And some food!" Dawn added. She then gave Carla a shrug and an innocent look when Carla glared at her to shut up.
+"We might be able to accommodate you so long as you got the tabs to pay for it. Come on in. Just keep yer hands where we can see them and don't make any fast moves or else Mason here will blow a hole through ya. He gets mighty twitchy at night. The name's Ash. Who are you?"
+"Carla. This is Dawn," Carla said walking up slowly and easing her pack off of her shoulders with a sigh of relief. She dropped down onto the ground next to the fire sitting cross-legged and Dawn followed suit. "So, about that map?"
+"Maps ain't cheap," Ash said, turning to his own old army duffel bag to rummage through it. "But I keep a few on hand for travelers such as yourselves." He found what he was looking for and held it up for the girls to see. "It'll run you a thousand tabs."
+"A thousand!" Dawn gasped.
+"That's highway robbery!"
+"Well," Ash chuckled "we ARE on a highway... old as it may be. Now do you have the tabs or not?"
+"We have some, but not that much." Carla glowered at him. She reached down and unholstered her pipe pistol, pausing and giving Mason an ugly look when he suddenly sprung to his feet with his own rifle at the ready. "Easy there, fellah..." she said. "I have this to trade as well." She held up the pistol by her thumb and finger to show that she wasn't brandishing it in a threatening manner.
+Ash snorted. "If I want a pipe gun, I'll make it out of the junk on the back of my truck. What else do you have?"
+"Nothing that we're willing to part with," Clara grumbled, putting her pistol back into place. That, at least, got Ash's goon to relax again.
+"Hm," Ash said thoughtfully as he looked them up and down. "How about your bodies?"
+"What?" Clara blanched, not sure if he heard him correctly.
+"You could trade yourselves for the map?" Ash suggested.
+"I'm not going to be your slave just to get a map. Then what would be the point?"
+"I'm not talking about being my slave, girlie." Ash waved a dismissive hand. "Owning a slave requires care and upkeep that I'm not willing to pay for. No, I'm talking about some good old fashioned fucking tonight. We haven't had a woman since the Rockies and we're feeling a bit lonely. The two of you sleep with us as much as we want to and in the way that we want to and in turn we'll give you this map and food for the evening."
+Carla studied him dubiously. "One fuck a piece for your best map and dinner," she countered.
+"Hell, for my best map I better be getting a lap dance and a floor show out of this deal."
+"If you want that then it's just one fuck period and no switching between the two of us."
+"Carla," Dawn whispered urgently at her. "I don't want to sleep with them!"
+"It's our best chance of getting a good map and we can save our tabs for something else." Carla whispered back at her. "At least it's not like the Raiders in which we're forced to give it up for them."
+"Fine," Dawn mumbled, hugging herself against the sudden chill down her spine.
+Carla left her to sulk while she continued haggling the details. "So what do you say to my proposal?"
+"We get to sleep with each of you." Ash said.
+"Then you better be prepared to fork some tabs our way for that since we really don't want to sleep with either of you in the first place. One screw and one 'floor show' as you put it, for your best map and dinner for the both of us. Take it or leave it."
+She could read Ash's face and saw that he didn't want to press the issue. Carla was fully prepared to walk away if need be and people walking away from a deal was usually bad for traders as word got around. "Fine," he said at last, leaning back a bit and crossing his arms. "Get on with the show then."
+"How about you feed us dinner first so that after you're done fucking us we can all go to sleep?" Carla snapped.
+"Fine, you girls help yourselves to what we have in our pot here but I want you two starting your little show for us the moment yer done, got it?"
+"Fine, fine," Carla said, now eyeing the pot. It was some kind of stew with big chunks of meat in it. From past experience she'd learned not to ask too many questions about where meat came from so long as it looked like it was not human and somewhat edible. This particular meat looked like it was some kind of bird and the guys had been eating it so it passed both of her tests.
+The girls grabbed their mess kits and ladled out some of the stew onto their plates before tearing into it with gusto. Only on day three of their journey and already the trail rations were leaving them wanting for real food, which this qualified for. They ate in silence and both had two helpings of stew before washing it down with water from their canteens.
+They could tell that the guys were getting fidgety for their part. Carla made sure to fill their canteens to the brim and pop a purification tablet into each before she did anything else. Then after their mess kits and canteens were stowed was Carla ready to get on with things. "The map?" she asked as she started unbuckling leather straps to take her belt and holster off to place with her pack.
+"How do I know that you're not going to run after you get it?"
+"How do I know that you're going to give it to me after I've fucked you?" Carla asked with crossed arms, cocked hip, and an arched eyebrow. She held out her hand expectantly and made a grabbing motion. "Come on, I already took my gun off. You think I'm going to bolt with it off of my hip?"
+"Good point." Ash conceded as he handed over the map. Carla looked it over and it was indeed a very detailed map with locations marked out of settlements, known Raider checkpoints, and other hazardous areas. She nodded with satisfaction and placed it in her pack. Then she took Dawn by the hand to stand the redhead up.
+"I still don't wanna do this," Dawn pouted, unbuckling her own belt and holster to drop it on her own pack.
+"I'll make it up to you, sweetie," Carla said, kissing her on the nose. Then she stepped closer and kissed Dawn on her cheek and then moved over to kiss her on her full red lips. Dawn closed her eyes and her shoulders slumped in resignation like they always did when she was forced to perform with Carla for the Raiders.
+Carla brought her hands up to brush Dawn's overcoat off of her shoulders, revealing the simple shirt and trousers she wore underneath. Both of the men leaned forward in hungry anticipation when they realized that the girls were indeed going to go through with it. Next, Carla took off her own overcoat to let it fall, showing off that tattered blouse of hers that she still had tied up across her breasts which left her midriff exposed. In order to throw the boys something to keep them at bay for now, Carla undid the knot to let her modest chest fall free for them to see.
+"Damn," Mason breathed, speaking for the first time since the girls got there.
+Dawn started to look at him but Carla cupped her jaw and turned her head back. "Don't look at him. Focus on me, darling," she said, kissing Dawn again. Carla then reached down to take up Dawn's shirt, pulling it up and off of the redhead. Then Carla hugged Dawn close, pressing their naked breasts together, and actively made out with her.
+"Seeing two girls go at it has to be the hottest thing ever," Ash said. Carla glanced at him out of the corner of her eye and already he was massaging the growing bulge at his crotch.
+Carla twirled Dawn in place to face the boys and instructed her to close her eyes. She reached up to gently cup Dawn's throat in a possessive manner. Dawn sucked in a breath and froze, going into full submission mode. It was a show that they've had to do before for the Raiders so slipping back into the role was no problem at all. It was almost instinctual at this point. Carla then slid her hands down Dawn's front, pausing to play with her breasts for a moment, before coming down to her jeans. There, she grasped the waistband and pulled them down, panties and all, to Dawn's ankles. While she was hunched down at Dawn's feet, Carla took the girl's boots and socks off before instructing her to step out of her pants.
+Now that Dawn was completely naked, Carla spun her around so that her backside was presented to the guys. "Undress me," Carla commanded. Dawn sank down to her knees and, while keeping her eyes closed, took off Carla's boots, socks, and pants as well. Carla then grabbed a fistful of Dawn's hair and pulled her closer, forcing the redhead's face in between Carla's thighs. "You know what to do." Without missing a beat, Dawn's tongue darted out to taste Carla. Carla made an exaggerated sigh, letting out a husky breath, while Dawn licked her pussy.
+"So which one you want, boss?" Mason asked.
+"Mmmm, decisions, decisions..." Ash mused as he contemplated it. "I want Blondie there. I think that it's going to be fun breaking her." He said at last. "You can have the little sub redhead."
+"Fine by me," Mason said, standing up and walking over to the girls. He looked Carla in the eye as he took the fistful of Dawn's hair from her. Dawn looked up at Carla with fear in her eyes and Carla just gave her an encouraging nod. Dawn allowed herself to be taken off to the side, on all fours, by Mason. "Already knowing your place, huh? I like you already.
+Carla stood looking at Ash as he approached. Without so much as a moment's warning his hands were up cupping her breasts and thumbing her nipples to get them nice and erect. "Your body is ready but your eyes look at me as if you want to shoot me dead right now." Ash smirked at her. "Yes, I think that it's going to be fun breaking you tonight."
+"Whatever," Carla huffed. "Just get it over with already."
+"Woah, attitude!"
+"I've been forced by far worse than you," Carla tsked disdainfully at him. "You ain't breaking me with just one fuck."
+"We'll see," Ash grabbed her by the back of the neck and pulled her down to her knees. Within a few seconds he had his cock whipped out in front of her face, waving it in front of her lips. Carla rolled her eyes. If only she had a tab for every time someone had done this to her she would've been able to buy the map outright. Carla opened her mouth and sucked on him hard, placing her hands up on his hips for support.
+Ash wiggled out of his jeans first. Carla noted in mild amusement that sometime during her and Dawn's quick performance he'd taken his boots off in order to be ready in a hurry. Ash then relieved himself of his shirts, tossing them aside. Then he grabbed the back of Carla's head to force her to take his cock deeper into her mouth.
+After a few moments of getting a quick blowjob, Ash pulled out of her mouth. He grabbed a bedroll that was nearby and laid it out before motioning for Carla to lay down on it. Carla complied, taking a moment to glance at Dawn and Mason. Mason had Dawn down on her back and was forcibly making out with her while feeling her up. Then Ash was looming over Carla as he knelt down between her legs to mount her.
+One thing was certain, Ash wasn't very imaginative when it came to sex. Carla was flat on her back with her ankles up in the air over his shoulders while he was entering her. Other than a slight grunt as she was penetrated, she made no sound while Ash started fucking her.
+Her thoughts drifted over to Dawn, who was now being fucked by Mason like there was no tomorrow. Hell, for all I know there is no tomorrow for a caravan guard she thought ruefully. She grimaced a bit when Ash started nibbling on her left nipple. "Ouch! Easy!" she complained.
+"Shaddup," Ash mumbled, taking her other tit in his hand to knead roughly.
+Carla huffed and rolled her eyes, hoping that he'd be done soon. She rolled her head to the right and looked over at Dawn who was looking incredibly hot in the firelight with her hair splayed out over the sleeping bag she was on and her breasts bobbing in time every time Mason plunged into her. Just like her, Dawn's legs were up and over Mason's shoulder like a skin-vid star. Why is it that men think that we want to fuck like in a porno? She wondered.
+There was a grunt from Ash as he drove into Carla hard. For a moment she thought that he was finished but all he was doing was switching positions. He rolled her half onto her right side, allowing that leg to drop to the sleeping bag while keeping her left high up in the air. Ash shuffled forward on his knees and threw his hips forward hard. "Yeah, how do you like that?" he hissed between clenched teeth. "You like that, bitch?"
+"Oh yes, oh yes, you know how I like it..." Carla replied, sounding bored while rolling her eyes. So much for 'breaking her'. Thankfully Ash was too lost in his own mind to be listening to her. Carla looked back over to Dawn, whose arms were now splayed out far to the side. Her left hand seemed to be clawing the ground coming towards Carla. Carla was confused by this until Dawn looked her way and her hand went straight for her.
+Giving Dawn a sad smile, she clasped hands with her. Dawn returned the smile and even blew her a kiss. Carla blew one back at her knowing that she'd much rather be making love to Dawn rather than fucking these two bozos. Dawn seemed to give a quiet hum of contentment before closing her eyes and rolling her head back up to endure the fucking.
+Just the thought of having Dawn later sent tingles down Carla's spine and gave her a warm and fuzzy feeling that pooled in her loins. Closing her eyes while still holding hands with Dawn, Carla pictured kissing the redhead's soft, pouty lips, running her hands up and down her ivory skin, all while pressing her small, pert tits up against Dawn's ample assets. Maybe pinching those rosy red nips of hers. Then Carla imagined grabbing Dawn's ass while pulling her closer, grinding their mounds together.
+Oh God... Carla gasped when her pussy all of a sudden quivered and her breathing hitched as her body then unexpectedly exploded into an intense orgasm. Her pussy clamped down onto Ash's cock so hard that the man swore under his breath a moment before he lost all control. "Aw hell yeah!" he said in triumph as he drove into her one last time to ram his cock all the way into her up to the hilt.
+The orgasm nearly ended for Carla the moment Ash opened his mouth but she managed to keep her head in her own reality as she got off. She could feel his hot spunk fill her up and splash her innermost walls. He probably felt like a sex god right now but she didn't care. She was already looking forward to having her own fun with Dawn later on tonight.
+Mason looked over at them as if he couldn't believe his eyes and ears. "Are you serious? You were able to get her off? This bitch has yet to make a sound!"
+"That's because you don't have the magic touch," Ash grinned.
+"Yeah; it's because you're not female." Carla added, crawling up to her knees the moment Ash pulled out of her. Not entirely true. Just like her, Dawn would screw and get off to anyone; male or female.
+"You shitting me, woman?" Mason asked incredulously.
+"You're messed up," Ash said. "I got you off, didn't I?"
+"Yeah, but that's because I can swing either way but if given a choice I'd rather have a pussy at my lips and my hands on some tits." Carla retorted, continuing the cover for Dawn. "The only way I was able to get off was by thinking about what I was going to do with her later on," she said, gesturing to Dawn. "Her, she only fucks men because she has to. She'd rather be with me or any other woman or else the sex means nothing for her." If given the right guy, she'd probably get off more with men but I don't see that happening any time soon... she though ruefully to herself but didn't have a desire to point that out to the traders.
+"Bullshit." Mason scoffed.
+"Allow me to demonstrate," Carla grabbed the t-shirt out of Ash's hand that he was about to put on in order to clean his cum up that was now dribbling out of her. She made sure that she had it all wiped up and out of her before kneeling down next to Dawn with the redhead's head between her knees. Mason was now fucking her so hard and fast that Carla was wondering if Dawn was being rubbed raw down below.
+Carla placed a hand onto Mason's bare chest to stop him. He looked at her quizzically and was about to say something when she gave him a warning glare. Carla placed her hands down onto the sides of Dawn's head and gently stroked her hair. "Hey there, wake up," Carla said softly. Dawn's sparkling green eyes opened up and she smiled when she saw Carla's naked body now above her. Carla reached down and pressed her hand against Dawn's smooth belly, sliding it down her body until she came into contact with her pussy.
+Dawn groaned with pleasure, opening her mouth and arching her back. Carla inched forward and lowered herself down slightly and soon felt Dawn's lips make contact. Carla let out a sigh as Dawn started lapping at her moist slit. Meanwhile, Carla started fingering Dawn's clit and put her other hand down onto her breast to gently squeeze it. She watched Dawn's body get into it as the redhead's body started to gyrate slightly against Mason, moving back and forth along his cock that was still entrenched inside of her.
+Mason was stunned and was about to say something when Carla took her hand from Dawn's breast and put a cautioning finger on his lips. Her eyes and the slight shake of her head told him to keep quiet. To her amazement, Mason complied and instead just knelt there enjoying the sight of two girls on him at once. As the girls moved in front of him, he began to get impatient and wanted to get in on this more. He went to grab at Dawn's swaying tits when Carla slapped his hand away.
+"Don't do anything, don't say anything, and I will make it worth your while," Carla whispered to him. She took his hands into hers and guided them up to her chest where Mason eagerly started to fondle them. Carla placed a hand behind Mason's neck to pull him forward a bit so that they could kiss. Their lips locked and their tongues mingled for a moment before Carla started kissing her way down his body. She took a moment to kiss, suckle, and tweak his nipples a bit before continuing down to the point where she was where his cock was sliding in and out of Dawn.
+Once she was in a proper 69 position with Dawn, Carla's tongue darted out to start lapping at Dawn's clit. The effect on dawn was instantaneous as Dawn arched her back and whined with pleasure as she finally got her release. Once Dawn was in the throes of her orgasm, Carla straightened back up, locked lips with Mason, and placed her hands on his chest to drag her thumbs across his nipples rapidly. "Oh God..." Mason croaked as he was unable to hold back anymore. His cock exploded into Dawn, causing the redhead to moan and writhe underneath him and Carla even more.
+"Holy shit," Ash breathed as he watched this take place. He was getting hard again. "Uh, mind if I join in on that?"
+"Yes." Carla said, with a flush to her chest. Dawn's oral attention to her own pussy left her wanting again but she didn't want the guys to have a second round for free. "We're done here and our payment is over," she declared, standing up once Mason was spent. Carla helped Dawn up and took the t-shirt again to get her cleaned up. Then she immediately went to her pack and got out two slivers of RadRoot, giving one to Dawn before eating her own. She shuddered at the bitterness and then went to get her clothes.
+"Oh come on," Ash complained. "You're going to leave me hanging like this?" he asked, indicating his resurgent hard-on.
+"You got a hand for that. Use it." Carla retorted. "One dance. One Fuck. That was the deal."
+"Fine," Ash spat out. "Here's your damn maps and water. I expect you two to be gone in the morning." He paused as he cast a lustful gaze over them. "Unless, of course, you wanna give up a second round to stay with us?"
+Carla shot him a dirty look. "You're heading east which is in the completely opposite direction that we want to go to. We'll be on our way in the morning."
+"Your loss toots."
+***
+[ Captured ]
+Carla and Dawn had to fend off a couple more attempts from Ash and Mason to get the girls to sleep with them overnight. Eventually though, the girls had their things gathered and were safely further inside of the old church away from the fire, cozied up with one another in their sleeping bag. Their packs and clothes were nearby and ready for easy access. "I am so glad that is over," Dawn complained once they heard snoring coming from the guys.
+"Me too. Now we can really enjoy ourselves." Carla smiled, turning onto her side so that she could properly spoon with Dawn, one hand snaking around to squeeze one of Dawn's tits.
+"Really? Now? With them here?" Dawn whispered, half twisting to look at her, an alarm raising in her mind. "What if they hear?"
+"Then I imagine that they're going to be fapping off to the sound of us making love if they wake up." Carla kissed her on the tip of the nose. "You're really cute when you're frightened."
+"I'm not frightened. I'm just cautious," Dawn protested.
+"Well then shush," Carla said, running her hand up Dawn's body while gently kissing her on the lips. Dawn was about to say something else when Carla slid a hand under her neck and pulled her into an all-out lip lock. All Dawn was able to get out was a muffled Mmph while Carla made out with her with more force and vigor. Carla squeezed one of Dawn's breasts, getting her to moan with pleasure before then kissing her way down to take command of the other breast with her mouth.
+"We shouldn't be doing this," Dawn whimpered breathlessly.
+"Quiet, you." Carla mumbled back. She moved her hand from Dawn's neck to her mouth to keep her quiet while her mouth teased and tormented her nipple. Carla's other hand want down to start feeling up Dawn's pussy. After feeling Dawn up for a few minutes to the point that Dawn was writhing and moaning in passion, Carla slid up on top of her to mount her. Carla placed her legs between Dawns so that they were hip to hip, mound to mound. Then Carla started grinding down against her.
+"Ooohhh..." Dawn shuddered while Carla lovingly fucked her.
+"That's it, you know you like it when I do this," Carla whispered, kissing her way back up to Dawn's head to continue making out with her.
+"Oh, please, mistress," Dawn whined. "Please make me cum."
+Carla smiled and kissed her lovingly. It was the role that Dawn always slipped into when it was just the two of them by themselves which was why she knew that the redhead would follow her across the continent on a far off chance to eke out a living of their own. Carla gasped as her pussy grazed Dawn's just right, their slits now moist and rubbing together, clits mashing against the other. She held the gentle rocking rhythm right there as they began moaning and groaning in earnest.
+Slapping a hand over Dawn's mouth, Carla muffled her lover's sudden cry of ecstasy as the girl's body writhed beneath hers. Dawn's arms and legs wrapped around Carla's body as it shook and trembled within the throes of passion. Carla continued fucking her, enjoying Dawn holding her close while clamping her mouth shut. Dawn then went lax, her body seemingly like a puppet with its strings cut as she was finally spent. "Mmmm... That felt good," Dawn hummed.
+"Yes, but it is my turn now." Carla said, wrapping a hand in Dawn's hair and clambering up her body. Carla straddled her face and gave her hair a jerk upwards. "Come on, get that tongue working for me so that we can get some sleep." Carla told her, looking down into her hazel eyes. Dawn looked back up at her submissively while lapping her tongue up and down the entire length of Carla's slit. Carla moaned with pleasure and gyrated her hips as the pleasure swept over her. She was already close from the fucking but now.
+"Oh God Yes," Carla whispered, her body starting to quake as the orgasm started at her most inner core and radiated outward. She bit her own lip to muffle her own sounds of passion to keep the boys from hearing and coming over for a second round. That seemed to make the orgasm all the more powerful for her. At last she fell back onto the sleeping bag, body intermittently twitching with the tingling aftershocks.
+Dawn moved so that she cuddled up next to Carla, adopting the submissive position of resting her head on Carla's shoulder and curling up in the blonde's possessive hug.
+***
+Late in the afternoon the next day they were walking due east along the old highway when they heard the roar of a very loud engine behind them in the distance. The girls both turned when they heard it and paled. "Run! Run!" Carla urged Dawn, grabbing her and pushing her off the road and towards the thin, woods nearby. The sound of smoke belching engines coming their way was cause for alarm. Already, Carla could see the massive vehicle clear the rise, driving straight for them.
+"You don't think..." Dawn's voice trailed off.
+"That someone back home sold us out? Or those traders we ran into pointed the Raiders our way?" Carla asked, voicing Dawn's fears. "I'd bet on it."
+Without another word, they dashed deep into the woods, heedless of what direction they were going. Right now their driving concern was that they get out of sight and hide as much as possible in the thin underbrush of the scorched woods. They can find the road again later. Just as Carla thought that they'd gone deep enough than the sound of a monster engine roaring shattered that illusion.
+A truck burst through the foliage, charging straight at them. Carla wondered in the back of her mind how they found her but then figured that they probably had spyglasses or binoculars and watched them go off the road. STUP! She mentally berated herself. She should've known better. Of course some Raiders might be on the road. But the road gave them some good mileage and she'd know that they were just outside of Corning.
+Grabbing Dawn, Carla changed directions suddenly in an attempt to get the truck to go past them like in the vids. Unfortunately, the Raiders on the truck seemed to be waiting for just such a move as there was a couple of loud pops as net guns were fired. Thick rope nets covered the girls and they fell screaming down to the ground.
+"Well, well, well," a Raider said, "Seems to me we caught us a coupla squirrels."
+"Fuck..." Dawn hissed under her breath, recognizing the voice. "Loudmouth."
+Loudmouth got up next to them and they looked up at the big, burly, bear of a man who was remarkably clean shaven that now towered over them. "Well fuck me runnin'! If it ain't our two little ol ladies who think they can make it on their own: Peaches and Strawberry! I'm going to have fun wit the two of you!"
+"Can it, Mouth!" A commanding voice said from the truck. The girls heard the truck door slam close. "Don't you dare touch those two. We're going to break them in properly back at base after we sell 'em off and you know the people don't like damaged goods!"
+Carla couldn't help but laugh.
+"What's so funny?" Loudmouth demanded, scowling down at her.
+"Your name." Carla snickered as she gingerly tried to extradite herself from the net without raising too much attention. "Your friends have given you pretty much the same name that all of us girls from the settlement gave you each time you'd come to fuck us: Loudmouth."
+Loudmouth's face went red as all of the other Raiders laughed and guffawed. "I like that," one man who sounded like Leader, said. "That's your new name!"
+"Are you fuckin' shittin' me, boss?" He snarled. When the rest of the Raiders guffawed at him he howled in rage. "Dammit woman, I'm going to teach you a lesson in manners!" he reared back to kick Carla, aiming for her midsection. Carla braced for the blow that was coming.
+A shot rang out and they all looked at Leader who had his gun out. He wagged the barrel at Loudmouth. "Don't you dare! Those girls will be worth valuable tabs when we get them to auction; tabs that are worth more than your miserable hide or a bullet I'd have to spend for it. I don't want them harmed, ya hear?" He fired another shot over Loudmouth's head. "I said; ya hear? Say it or the next round goes through that thick skull of yers!"
+"I hear ya boss." Loudmouth grumbled.
+"Alright then." Leader looked towards the back of the truck to his newest recruit. "Go get 'em, Kid."
+"Yes!" the youth exclaimed with glee. As he got closer Carla recognized who it was. "Oh my God, Joshua?"
+"They gave me a Raider name. The name is Kid, now, you bitch." Kid sneered at her. And I get first crack at fucking that ass of yours into submission... until you beg me to stop, you fucking cunt!"
+"Hmph," Carla snorted. "Now who's the traitor?"
+Kid lifted her up into a frontal bear hug with the net still around her. "Fuck you! I'm part of people who will appreciate me now. And I'm gonna make you pay for that stunt you pulled back at the armory!" he leaned in and licked her face from cheek to temple, causing her to squirm in his grasp while turning her head away from him.
+A shot rang out and once again everyone looked at Leader but he looked just as confused as everyone else. Except for Kid whose body jerked once from being hit. The Raiders started looking around for a sniper. Carla had turned her head back and had locked eyes with Kid, her lips curled up in a cruel smile. Three more shots rang out and Kid dropped to his knees. Carla managed to remain on her feet where she reached down to shuck the net off of her.
+That was when everyone saw the smoke rising from the barrel of her pipe gun as she drew it from her thigh holster. While Kid had her arms pinned to her side, she had grabbed her gun and fired it point blank into his gut while he had her lifted up off the ground. The first person she sighted on was Loudmouth and he went down after two well placed shots to his upper chest and face. She then was looking for another target and found a raider who looked heavyset with a scraggly beard. When he breathed out "Oh Shit" she confirmed from his voice that it was Haggard. See you in hell, asshole, she thought, smiling while she pulled the trigger four times and putting an end to his life.
+By this time the Raiders were either ducking behind the truck or diving for cover behind the trunks of trees. Carla tracked one such Raider moving to her left and fired, bullets cutting up the foliage and fallen leaves on the forest floor in his wake, missing him before he got to safety.
+She'd been so focused on the Raiders to her left that she didn't see Leader come at her from the right. "Oof!" she grunted as Leader clocked her right behind the head at the base of her skull.
+"Not bad, you might've made a decent Raider..." Leader quipped as she lost consciousness.
+***
+The first thing Carla noticed when she came to was that she was naked with what felt like to be shackles around her ankles and wrists, wrenched behind her back. She tried to get up to a kneeling position only to be jerked back down by the iron collar around her neck that was attached to a chain to something. There was an engine running and a slight bouncing. Shit, I'm in the back of their slave truck and I'm chained... she thought as she landed hard on metal after a particularly big bump in the road.
+She blinked, taking stock of her surroundings and her initial impression was right. The back of the truck, she saw now, was a metal cage with wire mesh between the larger bars to dissuade escape attempts. Looking around, she saw that she was not the only one. Dawn was right next to her; equally naked and bound by chains. There were a few more girls, a couple of which Carla recognized from the settlement, one of which was a girl with a petite body and mousy brown hair named Jennifer. Jennifer had been Joshua's girlfriend back at the settlement. Apparently her devoted time with Joshua amounted to nothing as he probably traded the chance at being a Raider for her. I'm glad I killed the bastard... she thought morosely.
+"How long was I out?" Carla asked, looking at her lover.
+"Not long," Dawn said in a sullen voice. "We just now got back onto the road we'd run off of. They took enough time to strip us, feel us up a bit, and then slap the chains on and throw us back here."
+"They didn't..." Carla's voice trailed off.
+Dawn shook her head. "They wanted to but Leader wouldn't let them after you shot down Josh, Haggard, and Loudmouth. Said that they were saving us for auction and didn't want to chance anything. They just stripped us down, felt us up a bit, and then threw us back here." Carla noticed that tears were misting up in her eyes and she wanted to take Dawn into her arms and comfort her. Carla managed to shuffle closer and roll to her other side in order to nudge Dawn with her own forehead. Dawn gave her a weak smile but cuddled closer all the same. "I guess this is it, huh?"
+"Don't be stupid." Carla said softly into Dawn's ear. "They have to get these chains off of us at some point and when they do, we're out of here. You hear me? You stay alive and you do what you have to in order to stay that way. Even if it means kotowing to some Raider scum that buys you. Got it?" Dawn gave her a slight nod. "Good," Carla said. "I'll find you after this so-called auction and then we'll be on our way."
+"How? They got all of our supplies!"
+"We'll get more... even if we have to fuck our way across the continent." Carla said resolutely.
+***
+The truck lurched to a stop, jarring all the girls back into a state of alertness from being lulled to sleep by the sound of the engine during their journey. "Come on, girlies, let's go!" one of the Raiders shouted when he opened the back gate of the truck. He used his key to unlock chains from their mounts in the floor of the truck and began pulling. "You all got a date with the auction block tonight and you don't want to be late!" he guffawed.
+After the six girls in the back of the truck were out, they were all arranged in a straight line. The Raider then attached the chains to the back of the collar of the girl in front of them with the one in the first position just hanging limp. Carla was fourth in line behind Dawn but in front of Jennifer. The Raider to the limp hanging chain from the girl in front and gave it a good, hard yank to get the girls moving.
+They stopped behind a stage of some sorts. Carla flicked her eyes up briefly and saw that it looked a lot more like a mass gallows than anything else. Judging by the ripples of fear and uncertainty that ran through the line, the other girls were feeling the same way. "Don't worry, cunts," the Raider who led them there said with a chuckle, "We wouldn't waste time hanging you all. Waste of good fuckmeat material. We just use the nooses to keep you all from runnin' cause if you run right off of the stage, you choke yerself!" He unhooked the leashes from the first girl, tied a cleave gag around her head to keep her quiet, threw a sack cloth over her head, and then hung a wooden sign with a giant number 1 painted in black around her neck that hung down to her stomach. He then took her by the arm and led her up onto the stage where he put the noose around her neck over the sack cloth and told her to stay put.
+One by one he did the same to each girl in line. Then it was Carla's turn. After she was gagged, her world got dark as the sack cloth was thrown over her head. Then she felt the sign being hung around her own neck and felt the rough wood of the sign bounce against her belly. The Raider then tugged roughly at her arm and dragged her up onto the stage. Seconds later she shuddered as she felt the noose encircle around her neck and tighten slightly. She was tempted to run but not knowing how big the stage was exactly and not knowing the lay of the land kept her in position. She swallowed hard, mentally repeating a mantra of I can do this... I will get through this... I will survive... I will do what it takes... She wished that she could reach out and touch either Jennifer or Dawn, give each some measure of silent support.
+Time passed and then she heard another truck pull up. She counted five more girls being brought up onto the stage as the Auctioneer, as she came to referring to the guy who put her up here, moved past her. More time passed and Carla got restless just standing there but she willed herself to stay standing or else if she passed out it'd be lights out... permanently. A third truck came and went, dropping off about eight girls, by Carla's estimates. Every so often Auctioneer would smack someone on the ass and admonish them for not standing up properly and saying things like "I don't want you dead, fuckmeat! You are gonna bring me some good tabs and we haven't even got to inspection yet."
+Inspection, as it turned out, was a period of time as the people of wherever the hell they were came out to look at them. She heard Auctioneer call out "Alright folks! Come on up and look at our wares! Auction begins in a half hour!" So for the next hour people filed by them, all of whom reached out to pinch, prod, turn, and inspect them. Carla lost track as to how many people felt up her breasts, thighs, tummy, and ass, not to mention how many actually drove their fingers up her pussy or ass. She squirmed at first at the sudden molesting but subsided to stand virtually motionless. Dawn, Jennifer, and some of the other girls that she could hear did not as there was a constant chorus of squeals, screams, and yelps around her.
+"You seem to be properly docile," a man's voice said in front of her right as a hand closed around her wet sex. "A little bit of fuzz down there but nothing that we can't take care of." Carla shuddered as the hand started playing with the tuffs of blonde curls that covered her mound. She was always sensitive whenever someone felt her up like that. "Hm, you seem to like that, don't you?" the voice asked.
+Shit... Carla thought, half between her getting turned on from the fondling and not being able to do anything about it and half in recognition at the voice. Is that Confessor? The hand continued groping her and then slid a finger up inside of her pussy with the thumb grazing across her clit. "I wonder if the draped do indeed match the carpet?" he mused as he fingered her. "Yes, you really do like this," he said. Then she felt another hand on her shoulder, sliding around to the back of her neck while the hand fingering her increased in speed while Carla moaned deeply. "That's right, come for me you little slut."
+"Ungh..." Carla ground out from behind her gag and hood, unable to control herself. She orgasmed almost immediately after his command and felt her legs quiver and buckle underneath of her.
+"Ah, ah, ah!" Confessor said, hands darting to her armpits to keep her standing up. "Don't be doing that. I want you alive when I bid on you, Number Four." He said.
+"So does that mean that you'll buy her for me, sweetie?" a woman's voice said from nearby.
+"That I will dear," he said. "Come on you," Confessor then said to Carla. "Get those legs back under you now. That's a girl."
+In her haze from the orgasm, Carla followed his instructions and managed to get back to standing despite her legs screaming in protest. Damn, Confessor is married and he's going to bid on me? She wondered as her thoughts came back to her. She wasn't sure what ticked her off more; the fact that Confessor wasn't such a nice guy after all by screwing women at whose settlements he raided or the fact that he was just screwing women while having a wife of his own at whatever passed for home around here.
+"Come on, Judge," Auctioneer said, "Yer the last one up here and I need to start."
+"Just save this one for me," Confessor... Judge... whatever the hell his name was, said.
+"You can bid on her like everyone else. You know the rules."
+"Why bother? You know I can outbid everyone here."
+"Then do so. Now git! I gotta get started before these cunts start hangin' themselves from passing out!"
+***
+[ Auctioned Off ]
+"Alright people, Lot Number Four!" Auctioneer called out. Carla felt the noose being taken off of her neck a moment before her hood and cleave gag was ripped off. She blinked at the sudden brightness of the flood lights that were beating down upon her from in front of the stage to give the people in the darkened crowd beyond a good look at her bound and nude body. Auctioneer grabbed her by her upper arm and yanked her forward, causing her to stumble in the process.
+She'd already endured the indignity of listening to Dawn get auctioned off and could still hear her wailing as she was dragged off by her new owner. Carla couldn't help but take a last look back at the line of girls still on the stage with Jennifer being the next one up. Jennifer's body was trembling in fright and Carla could only imagine what her face looked like underneath of the hood.
+"We got this pretty little blonde here fresh from one of the so-called 'civilized' settlements just like the other three." Auctioneer was shouting. "This one, from what I've seen, is a docile little thing who should be relatively easy to train and manipulate. I think she's already accepted her fate since she's not putting up that much of a fuss."
+Hmph... keep thinking that, asshole... Carla thought wryly. Just for show she put an impassive mask on her face devoid of emotion yet kept her eyes submissively downcast. In fact, keep shouting that I'm this sweet, submissive little thing like Dawn is, it'll make everyone think that I'm easy prey.
+"We'll start bidding at a hundred tabs!"
+Carla resisted the urge to throw an annoyed look Auctioneer's way. That's like fifty bucks under the old system. You'd figure I'd be worth more than that for being 'submissive'.
+Bids were shouted out and Carla lost track of them due to the fact that Auctioneer was talking and pointing way too fast for her to keep track of. She just stood there, acting sad and somber, while the bidding was going on. Finally, a voice cut through the throng when the bidding started tapering off after the price went too high for people's taste. "Two thousand tabs!" It was Confessor's voice... Judge, according to the Raiders she'd overheard.
+"Two thousand to the Judge, anyone wanna try and beat it?" Auctioneer asked. "No? Sold then to the Judge for two grand. Pay my wench and come and get your new girlie."
+Carla was swung around hard to the right side of the stage into the waiting arms of a couple of Raiders who were there to catch her. As she was brought down she could hear Auctioneer moving on to Jennifer. She didn't have time to think about that now as her new 'owner' was counting out the tabs to the girl helping Auctioneer out. He then smiled at Carla, reaching up to attach a leash to her collar, giving it a good tug. "Come." He ordered her, pulling again on the leash.
+It was hard to keep up with his long stride when she was hobbled by the chains connecting her ankles together at shoulder-width apart and then snaked up to attach to her wrists shackles. But she then got into a good stride and managed to keep pace with him without stumbling too much. He looked back over his shoulder as he led the way through the crowd. "You can follow orders. Good." He said.
+Confessor stopped in front of a woman wearing a red miniskirt that showed off a lot of ample cleavage with a skirt high enough so that Carla could see the subtle curve of the bottom of the woman's ass. The brunette woman turned from who she was talking to, paused, then hopped up and down, squealing and clapping with glee. "Ohhh good! You bought her for me! Thank you honey!" she jumped into his arms and kissed him passionately.
+"Anything for you, sweets." Confessor said. "Shall we go home and break her in?" His wife, Carla surmised, nodded eagerly, grabbing the leash and pulling on it to take the lead. "Come on, bitch!" she said with a smile.
+The couple led Carla through the tight, twisting, and winding streets of whatever town or city this was. It wasn't too unlike Des Moines and she figured that it involved a protective wall and whatever shelters against the harsh sun that they could construct in whatever space they could find. She risked a glance upwards. It was dark now with only the street lights and lights from inside the various cobbled shacks and shanties. She mentally kept track of her route from the auction stage to wherever her destination lies.
+They came to a cleaner, nicer part of the town and the shoved together shacks gave way to better kept streets and houses. Her new owners turned into a particular gate in which a two story house resided within a stone perimeter wall. Confessor paused long enough to close and lock the gate behind them before following Carla and his wife through the front door of the house. The wife led Carla immediately to the left into a grand, spacious living room with various plush furnishings, rugs, furs, and pillows. Off to the right, the living room fed directly into an equally grand dining room with more space than Carla even thought possible in a home.
+She could only imagine what the upstairs looked like.
+Wife directed her to kneel in the middle of the living room. Carla did as she was told while Wife and Confessor stood in front of her. She couldn't resist asking the question. "So what do I call you two?"
+"Well son of a bitch..." Confessor mused now that he heard her voice and looked at her in a better light now. "Peaches. From that new settlement we found a few months back. Oh you'll like her, dear, she's a good fuck." He stepped forward and slapped Carla so hard across the face that Carla nearly toppled over. Her cheek burned and tears welled up from the sting. "You will speak only when spoken to and the only thing you need to call us by is Master and Mistress. Got it, slave?"
+"Yes, Master." Carla said as evenly as possible, looking up at them with fire and anger in her eyes.
+Master slapped her again, this time on the other cheek. "And you will keep your eyes downcast at all times unless we tell you otherwise. Got it?"
+"Yes... Master," Carla replied morosely, tears of pain and shame now dripping down her burning hot cheeks as she straightened back up to her keeling position. Nonetheless, she dropped her gaze so that she was looking back down at the floor.
+Master grabbed her and threw her down onto the rug, rolling her to her back in the process. Carla knew what was coming and so fixed her gaze onto a point on the vaulted ceiling while he quickly opened his fly and brought his large cock out. A second later he was driving into her so hard that she gasped and winced from pain. It was a downside to fucking Confessor... sorry... Master... now; he was larger than average. Carla squirmed uncomfortably as her pussy stretched to accommodate him.
+He didn't wait for her discomfort to subside as he started fucking her nice and hard. Her hands lay at her sides, clawing for the rug and releasing as she tried to distance her mind as she'd done many times before.
+Mistress came over, lifting her skirt up over her hips. She planted herself over Carla's head and lowered herself down to straddle Carla's face so that her smooth pussy was right at her slave's mouth. Her back was to her husband and she could look down into Carla's eyes. "Lick me, slave," she ordered with a cruel smile on her lips. Carla stuck her tongue out and proceeded to do just that even if it was pretty much under duress. "Mmmm, she's good at this," Mistress purred after a few moments of licking, leaning back against Master.
+"I told you she'd be a good fuck," Master agreed, reaching up to cup his wife's tits and leaning in to kiss her neck. The two of them made out while he fucked Carla and she got off with Carla's oral attention. Above Carla, they went at it like two lovesick teenagers while she just lay there enduring it. Master came inside of her a few moments afterwards, spilling his seed deep into her womb. He kept his cock fully imbedded inside of Carla while it continued to throb. Occasionally Mistress would look down and demand that Carla apologize to her with her eyes. "Tell me how sorry you are with your pitiful look, you slut!" she demanded.
+She never got an answer as Mistress reached her peak shortly thereafter, shuddering in the arms of her husband while Carla continued lapping at her clit. "Okay! That's enough! Stop!" She shrieked when her nub became overly sensitive from getting off. Carla retracted her tongue and lay there awaiting further instructions. Master and Mistress ignored her, continuing to make out before they finally stood and straightened up their clothes. "Come, slave," Master told her, beckoning her to her feet. "You're now coming to bed with us and tomorrow your real work begins."
+***
+Carla awoke the next morning alongside of Master when he got up at first light. Last night she'd been released from her chains save for the metal collar around her neck and had slept curled up against Master's right side while Mistress slept on his left. Despite her bodily needs and urgings, she remained in bed until either she was given instructions or Master and Mistress would leave... whichever came first. Mistress was already out of bed and was coming out of the bathroom totally naked save for her hair done up in a towel for drying. "Your turn, honey!" she called in a sing-song voice as she moved to the dresser.
+"Thanks," Master grumbled as he rolled out of bed, just as naked as Mistress and Carla was. "Come on, you." He then said to Carla. Carla slid out of bed, following him to the bathroom where she stood by patiently as he relieved himself in the toilet before getting into the still running shower. "Take care of your business then get in her with me."
+Carla quickly complied, feeling the relief of her body as she used the facilities before getting in the shower. The shower was one of those stone walk in things with a glass door. It was nice and spacious inside and Carla couldn't help but wonder if this was like this before the fall of society when the Flare hit or if it had been renovated sometime afterwards. The hot spray of water on her body felt good as she couldn't even remember the last time she'd bathed. It was back before the last time her settlement had been raided, that was for certain.
+Master grabbed her by the back of the neck and plastered her up against the side wall. "Put your arms up and grab those poles up there. Then spread your legs." He ordered. Carla found the small poles in question that protruded from the wall and gripped them. By the time she spread her legs it was as if she'd been spread-eagled against the wall. Master then pressed a soapy sponge up against her back and proceeded to scrub her down. "Turn around." He then said. Carla did so, re-gripping the poles in the process so that her body was totally open and available to him. "Good," Master said as he scrubbed the front of her body, "You learn quickly."
+That's because the more you think I'm broken already the more you'll let your guard down, moron... Carla thought ruefully as she was cleaned up. Once he was done, he dropped the sponge and started to finger her. Carla closed her eyes and gasped, shocked by the suddenness of the transition from cleaning to sex. Her nipples stiffened in response and Master locked his lips around one of them in order to suck hard on it.
+He pulled back, making Carla whimper in dismay. Master smiled at her. "All in good time. We need to take care of these curls," he said, twirling one finger in the golden wisps that covered her mound. He grabbed his shaving cream and pumped a good amount into his hand that he then spread generously over her pubis and between her legs. Then he grabbed his razor and, with some deft strokes, shaved her until she was as bare as the day she was born.
+But he didn't stop there. Master took painstakingly care in making sure that she was hairless from the neck down by shaving under her arms and ensuring that any and all excess hair on her legs were properly shaved too. It was this process that made Carla a bit self-conscious as she'd never given much thought to keeping her legs or pubis smooth. Hair from her waist down grew at a slow rate, and was thin and fine to begin with, so it was never a problem with any of the lovers she'd taken willingly.
+"There we go," Master declared, putting the shaving items away and taking a half step back to admire his work. Carla, in keeping her eyes downcast as she'd been ordered to, noticed his raging hard-on. Sure enough, Master stepped back up to her and reached down to grab her legs at the knees. Carla kept a firm hold on the poles as Master lifted her legs up, aimed his cock, and plunged right into her.
+"AH!" Carla cried out as she was roughly impaled by his hardness. Her mouth stayed open in a wordless scream after that as he pinned her between his body and the wall of the shower and proceeded to fuck her nice and hard. Her breasts were smashed against his hard chest and he grinded up against her.
+"Yeah, that's much better, isn't it, Peaches?" Master seemed to sneer into her ear. "I should've done this to you weeks ago!" Carla just whimpered in reply which seemed to make him mad. "Thank me, bitch, thank me for cleaning you up and grooming you properly."
+"T-Thank you, Master," Carla ground out between now clenched teeth. Another couple of thrusts into her and he was blowing his load up into her pussy. When he gave out one final shudder of pleasure, he unceremoniously dropped her onto the floor of the shower.
+She moved to stand back up and he pushed her back down. "When either myself of my wife are not having you do anything you will kneel at our feet until given further instruction." He said as he grabbed the shower sponge and started cleaning himself off. Carla flicked an angry glare up at him and then returned her eyes to the 'proper' downcast position. She felt his cum seeping out of her and then briefly wondered if she'd be able to get her hands on some RadRoot somewhere.
+Master finished his shower, toweled himself off, and then threw the towel at her. "Dry off and then follow me," he said as he quickly got dressed for the day. Carla did as instructed and then stood again to walk behind him. He pushed her back down to the floor. "On all fours like the pet you are." He said harshly.
+Carla followed him down the stairs, finding them difficult to navigate while crawling. She knelt by his chair as he ate breakfast and talked about his plans for the day. "I'll be gone over the weekend," he said. "At least you'll have Peaches here to keep you company now."
+"Where are you going this time?" Mistress asked with a pout, now in a cream colored summer dress. "I hate it when you're gone for days on end."
+"Kansas City," he said. "We got a line on some new guns being manufactured down there and so we want to be able to control them. If the people making them sell to our competitors it could be very bad for us. You understand; this is for the good of our people."
+Yeah... raiding, killing, maiming, torturing, and enslaving is really fucking endearing you to everyone... 'Master'... Carla thought ruefully. But a whole weekend with just her and Mistress? Carla flicked her eyes over at her; Mistress was most definitely a home body. She was a trophy wife, albeit a cruel one.
+Master and Mistress kissed as Master went out the door. Mistress smiled insincerely down at Carla. "Hm, what should we do for fun today, bitch?" she asked rhetorically. Carla, who'd remained kneeling at Master's heels the entire time, said nothing. Mistress came over and shrugged out of her dress, letting it pool to the floor at her feet. "Maybe sometime in the dungeon will do you some good? Come along."
+Carla wondered what Mistress was up to but quickly got the idea when they got down into the basement. The Dungeon, as she called it, was a BDSM lover's wet dream; racks, various sexual torture devices, ropes, leather straps, you name it. Mistress continued talking. "How fortunate for me that my beloved husband got you. I've heard him talk about you and now I get to punish you for being such a Trollip by waving your ass around so that he'd fuck you whenever he was at your settlement. Karma is a bitch, eh?" she gloated as she led Carla over to a large wooden bar that was mounted crossways between two support beams.
+Seeing the leather cuffs that had been mounted on the cross beam as well as the eyehooks on the floor, Carla could see what Mistress had in mind. She also knew that she'd have no better time than now to act. Mistress gestured to the bondage beam. "Get into position, slave, so that I can properly punish you for flaunting yourself in front of my husband."
+Carla crawled over, getting to her feet right in front of where she was to be strapped to. But instead of submissively getting into position as ordered, her hands shot out lightning fast and grabbed Mistress by the upper arm and the hair. Wasting no time in order to allow Mistress to recover, Carla had the brunette spun around, back to the beam. Carla leaned into Mistress, ignoring the shrieks of terror, and kept her in place while strapping her wrists down. Then Carla knelt down and grabbed the leather cuffs on the floor to secure Mistress in place.
+She found the ball gag that was intended for her with ease. Carla forced it into Mistress' mouth, all the while Mistress screaming and shaking her head no in denial, and strapped it firmly into place. Carla then grabbed Mistress by the chin, forcing eye contact with her. "Your husband..." Carla growled out, "forced himself onto me every time he came to my settlement... him and all of his friends." Carla looked her up and down. Mistress was now quivering in fear. "Would you like to see how it went?" Carla also found the bottle of oil and double-ended dildo that probably was going to be intended for her as well.
+What the hell, why not? Carla reasoned to herself. After all, if 'Master' comes back I can cover and just say that this was what 'Mistress' wanted. Carla poured the oil into her hands and rubbed it all up and down her own body until she was covered from head to toe in it. Then she took more and did the same to Mistress, taking great pleasure in watching the conflict of emotions rage across her face. Once Mistress was similarly covered in oil, Carla took the double ended dildo, inserting half of it up into her own pussy. Then she guided the other half up to Mistress' waiting opening.
+"Is this what you wanted, Mistress?" Carla asked innocently, but in a way that conveyed a lot of sarcasm. She jerked her hips once, shoving the dildo deep up into Mistress' waiting body. Mistress squealed and jerked as she was roughly impaled. "Is this what you wanted to do to me?" Carla asked again, another hard thrust of her hips punctuating the question. Carla grabbed Mistress' hair and looked her dead in the eye. "Tell me," another hard thrust. "Tell me with your eyes," thrust. "Tell me how sorry you are with your eyes, you slut." Carla growled at her, repeating the same words back to Mistress that she'd used on Carla the night before.
+Mistress was in tears as she was fucked hard by Carla. Carla pressed her body to Mistress', rubbing their bellies, breasts, and cheeks together. Carla, getting all hot and bothered from being back in the driver's seat with another woman, ground her body constantly up against Mistress, fucking her harder and faster until Carla's body exploded into a most magnificent climax. Once Carla was done shuddering in passion up against Mistress, Carla gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek. "Don't worry," Carla whispered to Mistress, "Your husband will be back in a couple of days. I'm sure he'll find you before dehydration sets in."
+Screaming now in protest as Carla pulled away Mistress cried and begged from behind her gag to be let go. Carla ignored her, leaving the dildo hanging from Mistress' pussy and instead headed back up the stairs to get whatever she could in order to get away.
+After all, why the hell should she care what happens to Mistress? It's not like they've ever shown any kind of care towards her or her family when she lived as a settler.
+***
+[ Escape ]
+It took Carla only a day to find out where Dawn was at. She found the advantage of dressing up like the locals, especially in dressing up like her now former owners, in that she fit into the town more. Those who did not know her just assumed that she was part of the gang and those that did know her saw her dressed in Raider leathers and colors and assumed she was one of them.
+The only person that did take a keen interest in her was the one she tagged as Leader. "I thought that you got bought by Judge," he'd said one day as the two shared lunch.
+"I convinced him the error of his ways, surrounded him, tied up his wife, and escaped in the confusion," Carla said nonchalantly as she took a bite of a wrap that she'd purchased using her former owner's tabs that she'd found after ransacking the house. Leader barked out a laugh. The two talked more while they ate and then Carla let him have her for an after lunch quickie (that was more for his benefit than hers) before he went out for another raid. There were promises of hooking back up with her when he got back but Carla had no intention of sticking around.
+After she was dressed once again, she went to the estate-like home of the man who'd purchased Dawn. She was outside in the harsh sun, totally naked save for an oversized gardening hat and a pair of gloves, down on her hands and knees pulling up weeds from the lawn. Carla walked boldly up to the single guard under the covered porch. The guard glanced up at her from where he sat back in a patio chair, clearly bored from watching Dawn and the other slave girls out in the lawn. "I need to talk to your master," Carla said without preamble. Is he in? He's supposed to have a package for my boss."
+"Won't be back 'til Monday," the guard grumbled. "Left me in charge of the merchandise 'til he gets back from Kansas City." He nodded to the slaves. "Fuckin' sucks too since he won't let me touch them outside of keeping them in line."
+"Well that's fucking cruel of him," Carla commented in agreement, making a show to take a look at the slaves. "What does he expect you to do in the meantime? Use your hand? It's not like you can leave them to go into town and get some."
+Guard let out a bark of laughter. "Ain't that the truth?" He looked Carla up and down appreciatively. "But then again you're here," he added in a suggestive manner.
+Carla gave him a playful, yet pointed look. "I should get back to my boss to report that your boss isn't here, which you'd think that he would've known that to begin with." She gave a dramatic sigh, "Oh how I wish they'd tell us underlings these things."
+"Didn't you say that you had a meeting though? Surely you have a few minutes to examine another... package."
+Carla's mouth twitched in the hint of a smile. "I guess that would be based on the size of the package," she replied, reaching down to grope him before waltzing through the front door as if she owned the place.
+Guard bellowed out to the slaves to keep working while he followed Carla inside. Carla found a nice, plush couch to drape herself over one arm of, unbuckling her belt and dropping her trousers in the process to show off her ass to him. Guard was already shucking off his leather harness, shirt, holsters, and undoing his pants to whip his growing cock out. "Mmm," Carla said with a slight raise of her eyebrows. "It is an impressive package that you have there."
+"Don't you know it?" Guard said, positioning himself behind her, grabbing her hair to pull her back and to arch her back, and driving into her moist pussy. Carla's breathing hitched at the sudden penetration. He was indeed large but not the largest she'd ever had. Nonetheless she made a show of letting him think that he was the largest.
+"Oh yes, give me your big cock," She moaned as he rammed into her repeatedly. "That's it, just like that baby. Make me feel it. Take it all out on me." Carla even went so far as to squeeze his cock with her pussy every so often. "Oh yes, oh yes, make me cum!"
+"Yeah, bitch, take it all."
+"Oh yeah, give it to me. Oh! Oh! OHHHHHHH!" Carla squealed as she clamped down hard onto his cock, faking the orgasm. She'd done it enough times with Raiders to make it pretty damn convincing. It did the trick as he let out a satisfying roar just before his hot cum flooded her insides. Carla gyrated back against time, still squeezing his cock, still faking her own ecstasy as he spent himself into her. He let out one last shutter before collapsing down onto her.
+"Not just yet big boy," Carla cooed at him, taking him under the arm and guiding him around so that he could fall limp onto the couch.
+"Damn that was good. Do you have to leave so soon?"
+Carla smiled as she hitched up her pants and then fished out a RadRoot pill to down. "I might be able to come back later, just for you," she knelt down and gripped his cock, "and him."
+"Yeah..." Guard mumbled as his eyes fluttered, mind drifting off to rapidly approaching sleep.
+Ugh... Men... they're all the same... Carla mused as she got up and strode back to the end of the couch where his discarded things were along with a cushion pillow had fallen to the floor. Before Guard could have a chance to get up, Carla grabbed the pillow, grabbed his pipe pistol, placing both against his head. There was a slight "Wha-?" from Guard before Carla pulled the trigger, the shot being muffled by the pillow. Guard jerked and fell limp on the couch. She left the pillow on his head, not wanting to see the aftermath. Instead, she gathered up his holster and strapped it onto her hip. You get them off and they go right to sleep. One shot wonders, the whole lot of them.
+Walking over to the door, Carla opened it up and called out to the slaves. "Come in, girls!" she shouted. A minute later they were lined up in the hallway all standing with their hands folded in front of them and their heads downcast submissively. Carla walked over to Dawn and took the hat off of her. "Hiya sweetie, did you miss me?"
+"CARLA!" Dawn exclaimed, hands flying to her mouth in disbelief. Her eyes darted around to find Guard, finding his dead body on the couch. "Oh my God! You killed him?" That got the other four slave girls looking up with uncertainty in their eyes.
+"You killed us!" One of them, a cute little blonde cried out.
+"Master will hang us for sure when he gets back!" another one, a mousy brunette with pert little tits gasped in horror.
+"Well then I guess that we all need to be getting out of here then, won't we?" Carla mused with a smirk. "Dawn; you get some clothes on and pack provisions for the six of us. You're going to be my partner in this. You four," she indicated to the others, "find a guide chain, some shoes, and some shackles and chain yourselves up in a coffle line. I'm going to lead you right out of the front gate like I'm trading you to somewhere else."
+"Will that work?" A girl with dark red head and bright blue eyes at the end of the line asked.
+Carla shrugged. "Beats me. I'm making this up as I go and it's the only thing that I got right now. Besides, by the time your master, and mine, gets back, we'll be days away from here. Now move!" she shouted, spurring them into action. Minutes later they were gathered back at the front door ready to go. Carla went up and down the line to make sure every single one of them looked the part.
+All of them had on simple walking shoes in which they'd make the journey out and their gardening sun hats to keep the harsh rays of light off of them. Other than that, and the shackles around their necks and wrists, they were completely naked still. "Keep your heads down and your mouths shut or else I swear that I will kill you!" Carla hissed at them. "You follow my orders and we're all out of here in the free and clear." She paused next to the redhead long enough to bend her over slightly and give the girl a spanking hard enough to get the smile off of her face and tears to her eyes. "I fucking mean it! You screw this up for Dawn and me and I will put a round through your head!"
+"S-sorry!" the redhead blubbered, all traces of joy and amusement gone.
+"Sorry, Mistress," Carla corrected her. "I own you all until we're out of here! Remember that!" Carla moved to the head of the line, grabbed the lead chain, and led the coffle out. "Come on, Dawn. Make sure you close and lock the door behind us!"
+"On it," Dawn said, doing as Carla instructed.
+Walking through the streets of the town, that Carla had since found out was named Corning and was some miles west from the place that her and Dawn had been captured at, they looked like any other Raider doing business. A lot of the Raiders owned slaves of their own and at any given time there were naked slaves doing errands for their owners or being hustled off to one place or another for whatever reason. So two girls in leathers leading four other girls in chains was not beyond the stretch of the imagination.
+Carla led their party up to the gates that led south out of the town where they were stopped by the guards. "Where y'all goin'," one burly guard asked.
+"South, to Kansas City." Carla said without hesitation. "We got stops planned in Bedford, Maryville, and Saint Joe for supplies and rest before we get to KC." She jerked a thumb over her shoulder. "Boss wants them down as payment for the guns they're getting a hold of," Carla added, using the information that she'd gleaned from Master and Mistress to come up with a plausible cover story. Lies were easier to get away with when they had the slight ring of truth to them and it seemed like that big Kansas City Gun Deal was huge right now in town so no one was questioning them.
+"Ya planning on going on foot? That'll take too long." The guard shook his head. "Take one of the slave trucks over there, you can make the drive in a day. Hope you can drive a stick."
+Carla couldn't believe her good luck. Her eyes lit up and she decided to add a quip to cover her elation. "Drive a stick or ride a stick?" she asked, waggling her eyes suggestively.
+The guard let out a bark of laughter as he led them over to the truck. Minutes later, with the four naked girls secured in the back, Carla and Dawn were driving out of the gates through the perimeter wall of Corning. Carla continued driving south for a while before finding a cross road that headed west towards their ultimate destination.
+***
+It was nighttime when Carla pulled the truck up to a guard's outpost just outside of the city of Lincoln. The guard waved them to a stop and shook his head at them while holding his rifle at the ready. Around them at the checkpoint made on the road, other guards did the same. "Turn around and go back from where you came," he said in all seriousness. "We don't do business with Raiders here in Lincoln."
+"We're not Raiders, we're refugees," Carla said, indicating herself and the others. Since leaving Corning in the dust, her and Dawn had got the girls out of the back cargo area and into the back of the cab of the truck. There they'd been given blankets to at least cover up with. At her declaration of being refugees, Dawn and their four fellow slaves all nodded emphatically. "We escaped Corning with this truck and need a place to hide," Carla went on. "Please! It won't take them long to figure out that we're gone."
+The guard looked dubious until his radio crackled to let them in. "Guide them to the Mansion. I'll get the story from them myself," A man's voice said.
+"Er... yes sir," the guard fumbled, caught off guard by the sudden command.
+He gave the girls the directions and minutes later they were parked in front of an impressive looking stone building about four stories tall. Some of the city around it was in ruins with the exception of this one. A middle aged man in an immaculate suit accompanied by an equally well dressed middle aged woman in a blue dress that hugged her curves waited for them along with scores of guards that looked upon them warily. Business Suit smiled at them. "Welcome to Lincoln. I'm the Governor of the City; Henry Bailey. This is my wife, Sandra." He saw the looks of apprehension on Carla and the girls and then saw how his guards were poised. "Never mind them, they see to my well-being and with good cause too as we tend to liberate slaves taken by the local gangs around here. So their naturally skeptical minds wonder if this is a new trap."
+Henry made a motioned for the girls to get out of the truck. Once out he motioned to his guards. "Scrap the truck. Do it quickly. If the Raiders come looking for it; we don't want it around here out in the open."
+Sandra was waving the girls into the Mansion. "Come in! Hurry now. You all must be starved." She called out for her servants inside to get food while she herded the girls into a nearby sitting room just inside.
+"This doesn't seem like it's a home," Carla observed as she sat down on a nearby couch. Dawn sat next to her as close as possible while the four others took up seats around the room amongst the plush furnishings.
+"Quite right," Henry agreed. "Once upon a time this actually used to be a Town Hall. It survived the Flare and all of the earthquakes afterwards while the rest of the city either burned or tumbled to the ground." He rubbed an affectionate hand along the wood of the doorway while looking upwards as if seeing something for the first time. "They certainly don't build them like this anymore. Anyway, once things settled down this seemed to be the logical place to begin rebuilding operations for the city and so here we are."
+Carla leaned forward, suddenly interested. "You were alive when the Flare occurred?" That got the rest of the girls' attention as well as they have rarely encountered anyone old enough to remember the event.
+Henry gave a half shrug as if they were discussing last week's dinner as opposed to the single most catastrophic event ever to befall humanity. "Flare, I think, is a bit of a misnomer. Flash would probably be more appropriate as that is what happened with our sun to cause the scorched world we all know and loathe today."
+"Mom always said that it was a flare from the sun that burned our planet." Carla pointed out.
+"No," Henry shook his head sadly. "It was more of a one-two punch that got us. First, we discovered way too late that Betelgeuse had gone supernova some six centuries before and the shock wave and ejecta was heading our way." Henry closed his eyes as he thought back. "A shame too. We as humanity were making strides in exploration of our own solar system, we had underwater habitats, life spans were increased, we had cybernetic prosthetists, and computers so small you could fit them on your wrists and talk or play games with someone hundreds of miles away. Hell, I'd even heard that they'd made progress in human cryo-freeze and hibernation as there'd been rumors that they were stuffing people into the freezers to try and ride the event out either in sleeper ships to the stars or deep underground."
+"What happened to them?" Dawn asked in amazement, having never heard such detail before of what life was like for the old-timers.
+Henry shrugged. "Who knows for certain?" He looked up at some distant point beyond the ceiling as if he could see the spaceships he'd mentioned. "For the sake of humanity, I really hope that some of them made it. Last I'd heard of them they were taking shelter behind Jupiter in order to ride out the initial wave from Betelgeuse."
+"Then our own damn Sun had to blast us back to the goddamn stone age." He said bitterly before shaking off the thought. "Anyway, the Betelgeuse Wave hit first. Night turned into day as auroras lit up the dark side of Earth while making things uncomfortably hot. Then, because it went unstable from the wave, our sun shed off a top layer in the form of a mini-supernova; not enough to kill us all but hot enough to cook us a bit to the point that we lost the ice caps and had about a foot or two of seawater flash fried in the pacific." He took a seat in a lounge chair, suddenly looking older and wearier than he actually was. "Astronomy was my hobby back in those days and it was something that kept me morbidly occupied when I wasn't working for the city. Young and Geeky is what a lot of my friends called me." He let out a rueful laugh. "But anyway, I think that is enough of history for the time being. I am more interested in current events now; events such as who you all are and how you came to be in the company of Raiders that you somehow escaped from."
+As the servants, most of them nubile young women wearing a variety of clothing ranging from French Maids all the way up to leather harnesses and latex suits came out with food and drink for them all. Carla made the introductions and then explained their ordeal from when they left the settlement and how they'd managed to escape Corning. "We only have, maybe, another day left before they come looking for us," she finished, taking another sandwich and stuffing it into her mouth. This had been more food in a single setting than she'd ever seen in her life and she was going to milk it for all it was worth.
+"The Corning Crusaders..." Henry said with obvious distaste in his mouth. "They think they own all of southwest Iowa as well as parts of Nebraska and upper Missouri. You, child, are either really fucking good or extremely fucking lucky to have gotten away from them."
+"Will they come here for us?" Dawn chimed in the question, looking apprehensive.
+"Without a doubt."
+"Then we need to get away! Where's our truck at?" one of the blondes from the slave girl quartet squealed.
+"Calm yourself," Henry held up a forestalling hand. "They're going to come here like they normally do after they've lost some slaves and we're going to do the same thing that we always do; hide them in plain sight."
+Carla stared at him wondering if he was either insane or brilliant. Henry smiled wolfishly as he could see that the gears were turning in her head. "It'll be just like when you all walked right out the front door. If you look like you belong here then you obviously belong here and therefore cannot be the girls that they're looking for," he said as if it should all be simple logic. "Your ruse for telling the guards that you headed for Kansas City won't work because you didn't go there and the people that know you who did go there will not have seen you on the road back. So they'll look to the North and to the West, more than likely coming this way first since you said that your captors knew the direction you were heading."
+Henry's gaze grew distant as he became thoughtful. "I figure that they'll be here about Monday as they ask every village, settlement, and town between here and Corning if they've seen you. Of course they'll all say that you continued west so this makes the logical destination."
+"I'm still waiting for the part where you're going to hide us in plain sight?" Carla asked, crossing her arms and glaring at him.
+"They're going to be looking for two girls in Raider Leathers with four naked slaves running hell bent for the horizon. So my suggestion is that you two," he pointed towards Dawn and Carla, "become mine and my wife's personal slaves on a temporary basis." Henry held up both hands to forestall the outrage that Carla was now feeling. "Just. Temporary." He repeated. "Once they're gone and we're sure that they're not coming back. Then we can outfit you with a car and provisions and you can go wherever your heart desires."
+"Why would we agree to do that?" Carla demanded.
+"Because; they know that you don't like being slaves. You've already demonstrated that by escaping your settlement and then escaping their town after you'd been auctioned off to one of their members. So the last place they're going to be looking at is at anyone resembling a slave," Henry said, unfazed by her anger. "You four," he indicated Carla and Dawn's new friends, "are a different matter." Henry rubbed his chin thoughtfully as he considered the options. "We'll make you clerks on the top floor of the capitol building and make it look like you've been there for a while. JON!" he called out. A young man appeared in the doorway. "Take those four, get them clothed and get them working as clerks. Then draw up some papers showing that they've been in our employ for some time."
+"How soon you need it, boss?" Jon asked.
+"Yesterday."
+"On it," he looked at the four girls. "Come on, I'll show ya to your new apartments."
+"Hold on a moment!" Carla protested. "We haven't agreed to anything."
+"You got a better idea?" Henry asked with a raised eyebrow.
+Carla's shoulders slumped. "No," she said, sounded defeated. His words rang with an air of truth and certainty and it sounded like he'd done this thing before. It was that she didn't want to give up one so-called Master for another one. She looked him in the eye defiantly. "You swear that Dawn and I can go free after you're done with us... after the Raiders, or Crusaders as you called them, are satisfied that we're not really here? We can go on our own?"
+Henry spread his hands to indicate his serving girls. "Feel free to ask any of these ladies present. Many of them have been in the same situation you have been in and many more have come and gone. I don't want anyone here who doesn't want to be here. Each of these girls serve of their own volition and are free to leave at any time," he said. Many of the girls were now looking at Carla and nodding their agreement.
+"How about you?" Carla asked one at random; a dishwater blonde with an average body and equally average looks that appeared to be older than her. "Why are you his slave?"
+"I'm his servant," the girl emphasized harshly, "I collect a paycheck just like everyone else here. I might have to give up my body at times and play the maid and servant as part of my job but at least I don't have to scrounge around for a living. Not to mention that Mister Bailey keeps me safe from Raiders." She squared her shoulders as she stood up from her work to face Carla full on. "I was on the run a few years back just like you are now. Raiders from the northwest were after me. Mister Bailey hid me away until they passed on by and I haven't had to worry about them ever since. I stayed here so that I'd have a safe place to live."
+Carla noticed more of the girls nodding this time. Others stories were pretty much the same as the dishwater blonde's with varying details; one girl's folks tossed her out. Another escaped an abusive family. There was one who happened to be a trader that got separated from her caravan when a Raider gang hit it. Her sisters had been captured while she was on the run for her life.
+"Okay, Okay," Carla raised her hands in resignation. "I got the picture. Alright, we'll go along with your plan, Governor Bailey. How are we going to go about doing this?"
+***
+[ Laying Low ]
+Judge's eyes narrowed when he returned to an empty house late Sunday evening. "Where the hell is everyone?" he wondered out loud. His wife and his slave were nowhere to be seen and he should, at the very least, hear someone moving. Drawing his pistol, he moved through the house with care as he wondered if one of his enemies moved against him while he was gone.
+He found his wife tied up in the basement, naked and slumped in her bonds, unconscious. "Oh my God!" he exclaimed, holstering his gun and rushing to her side. He undid her leather straps and tried to ignore the stench of piss and excrement that was on the floor under her. Judge pulled her to the side and laid her down. "Come on!" he hissed, "Don't do this to me woman! Are you okay? Who did this to you?"
+His wife gasped for air as her eyes darted around in confusion. "J-Judge? Is that really you honey?" she asked, delirious from her ordeal.
+"Who did this to you babe? Tell me and the guy is dead!"
+"G-girl..." his wife sputtered out. "S-slave... P-p-p-Peaches."
+Judge rocked back in shock. "No way," he breathed.
+"Tied me up just after you left," his wife said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Fucked me... left me..."
+"My God..."
+***
+Judge met with other members of the Crusaders later that night after he got his wife to the Docs. Peaches had been busy in his absence, it seemed. One of the gang bosses admitted to seeing her the day after Judge had left and even had a quickie with her. Judge's partner who went to Kansas City with him, a stoic gentleman that they called Preacher, had his home visited by Peaches as well as a woman matching her description had gone up to Preacher's house and walked out with another Raider and four of his five slaves.
+"You're lucky," Preacher was telling him. "This 'Peaches' killed my best guard and walked off with my property. Probably killed the one slave I'm missing too."
+"I've heard that she went right out the front gates with them," Judge said irritably. "Your fifth slave was probably the other chick in leathers that the guards saw with Peaches." He shook his head in disbelief. "I really underestimated this girl."
+"I heard from the gang boss that caught her and my new redhead that she downed two of our men before getting caught." Preacher said.
+"Three," a man's voice said out of the darkness. Judge and Preacher turned to see their boss, Saint Thomas, standing there with a hard glare. "Would've been four had it not been for Sly tackling her before she could squeeze off another shot." He now shook his head as he took a seat at the table with them. "Guys, why was this girl sold off at auction and not offered a job? Hm? I mean seriously; I don't know what her price would've been but it would've been worth it!"
+"You know we have to go after her, right boss?" Preacher said stoically. "We can't allow this attack on us to stand. My guard," he motioned to Judge, "his Wife? The people will see us as weak if we don't do anything."
+"I totally agree," Thomas agreed. "But she's got a good day head start on us. Any suggestions?"
+"West." Judge said at once. "I remember Sly telling me that she wanted to head west when he first started hunting her with Hagrid and Loudmouth."
+"West it is then," Thomas said. "I'll go with you. I want to see this... Peaches... when we catch her."
+***
+The Raiders came to Lincoln on Monday.
+Apprehension welled up in Carla when she heard the news. Sandra just smiled at her as she did the final touches to Carla's red leather dress. "Relax darling; we've done this many times before and those buffoons in the Crusaders have yet to catch on."
+Carla sure hoped so as she took one last look at her getup. The dress that she had on just covered her sides and her legs from about halfway down her thighs down to her feet. The upper parts of the dress encased her arms and came up over her shoulders to encircle her neck. All of Carla's torso, front and back, were open for all to see. Already she had on the golden chains that were attached by clamps to her nipples that then ran all the way down to her clit. The final bit jewelry was a dildo that had already been inserted into her smooth pussy that ended in a much longer chain. It would be by this chain that she'd be led around by.
+Then to complete the look would come the hood. It was open in the back to allow her hair, now done up in a topknot, to be pulled through. It would keep her face open as well from the top of her nose down but leave her effectively blind. Sandra gave her an encouraging wink and a smile as she pulled the hood up and over Carla's head, blocking her view of the outside world. "Just relax and trust in me and Henry," Sandra said with reassurance.
+Carla managed a shaky nod before she felt the lead chain being picked up. There was a single slight tug on the chain and Carla walked forward. Her and Dawn practiced all day on Sunday being led around by the pussy chains in order to get used to the silent commands; a taut chain pulling forward was follow. If the chain was still taut and pulled across either thigh, she was expected to turn and continue walking in that direction. If the chain went slack; stop. Two jerks of the chain; kneel. Two more while kneeling; stand. "It's so that we do not have to issue verbal orders to you and you do not have to respond in kind," Sandra had explained during the crash course. "That way your voices are always concealed and they will have no reason to doubt that you haven't been here all along."
+She surely hoped that this would work as Carla allowed herself to be led down the stairs to the main floor where the ad hoc banquet of all of the Lincoln Elite was in full swing. "Ah," she heard Henry saying as they descended the stairs. "Here's my wife now with two of our girls as you can see."
+"Why are they hooded like that?" another man's voice asked. An alarm ran through Carla as she recognized Master... Judge's voice.
+Henry let out a huff of exasperation and Carla could picture him rolling his eyes. "In case you haven't noticed; all of our girls here in the mansion are hooded for these events. It adds to the illusion of the evening. You'd know this if you boys over in Corning would ever accept my invitations to attend."
+"How long have you had these two?" Judge demanded.
+"A few weeks now," Henry deadpanned. "Why? Do you want to fuck one of them?"
+Carla started to sweat as she was led right past the conversation. "Nah, I don't want no docile little slave. I want my slave back so that I can break her and train her properly." Judge said dismissively. "Now where is she, old man?"
+"Not here," Henry retorted as Sandra sat down somewhere and made the tugs to get Carla to kneel alongside of her. "I told you that already. No one by that description came by here."
+"None of the slaves are here, boss," another man said as it sounded like it ran in through the door. Leader... Carla thought as she mentally placed her name for his voice. "We found tracks on the west end of town that match the truck they stole."
+"Alright," Judge growled. For some odd reason to Carla, the pause that followed meant that he was sweeping the room with his gaze. She kept perfectly still. "I know that my girl wouldn't stoop to being a lowly slave so soon after being auctioned to me, so you're lucky that I'm not going to mess up your little mask party here."
+"If you were to do that you'd be dead before you unmasked the first guest or first servant." Henry said with a conviction that told Carla that he definitely was not one to be crossed.
+"Hmph," Judge snorted. "Enjoy your party, old man."
+***
+It wasn't until after the Raiders had come and gone a third time that Carla breathed a sigh of relief. She watched from her corner window of the Governor's Mansion as they trucked on out of town, heading east for their home. This time she overheard them saying that they were giving up the search and that 'the girls were probably long gone by now.' It wasn't until they'd disappeared from sight that Henry came to her room. "They're gone," he said with a smile on his face. She could see Dawn smiling just as brightly in the hallway behind him.
+"I still can't believe it," Carla told him with wonderment. "You did it."
+"Hiding someone in plain sight is one of the oldest tricks in the book. And a deal is a deal," Henry nodded, "you girls are free to go."
+"Just like that?"
+"Just like that," Henry confirmed. "My people are preparing a truck for you on the outskirts of town. It's being loaded with supplies that should be able to get you and Dawn wherever you need to go to."
+Carla shouldered her pack and paused next to him on the way out. "Thank you," she said with all sincerity, kissing him on the cheek.
+Henry actually smiled and blushed before jerking his head to one side. "Go on; get out of here."
+"I mean it; thank you." She repeated. Henry and Sandra had every opportunity to force them into who knew what kind of depraved sexual acts they could've come up with and with the exception of the party that was thrown to throw off the raiders, they hadn't done anything to her or Dawn. It was a refreshing change of pace.
+Maybe their luck was changing for the better.
+***
+[ The Farm ]
+It was slow going across the plains and so it took Carla and Dawn nearly a week to get to the foothills of the Rockies. Part of it was the sad shape of what was considered a road that was strewn with debris, rusting vehicles, and, in a lot of places, generally unkept.
+As they crested a small hill that led into a valley that marked the beginning of the massive mountain range that separated the central and east part of the continent from the west coast, Carla frowned. She stopped the truck to consult the map with her flashlight. "What is it?" Dawn asked.
+"According to the map there should be a southern road that should take us around the edge of the mountains. I think that we missed the turn or something." Carla frowned as she tried to match the roads to the map. "Shit... Yeah, I think we're too far north at this intersection here that's named Walsen instead of down here at Raton."
+"So?" Dawn leaned over and looked at the map. "Can't we take this road south here that's called... uh... Eye Twenty Five? What a weird name for a road."
+"I'd say yes, but look at these notes here from the Baileys; the roads have been rerouted to all go through this one point called 'the Farm'."
+"Hey! I've heard of that place. They supply a good portion, if not all, of the milk for everyone." Dawn said happily. "Maybe we can see some real cows! That'd be cool!"
+"At the very least, we might be able to get some directions to get through the mountains." Carla agreed. "Let's go."
+They drove up to the only visible gate that the main road led up to. There they were met by a bunch of smiling men who quickly ushered them into the compound and directed them to a place to park. Once there, they climbed out of the truck where they were met by an older man who was wearing grand robes and the most insincere smile that Carla had ever seen in her life... and that was saying something. She started to have a sinking feeling about stopping here.
+"Hello," the man said in a voice that matched his smile. "Welcome to the Farm. I am Shepard."
+"Thanks," Carla said before making quick introductions. "We're trying to go west but all the roads seem to go through here. Can you give us directions so we can be on our way?"
+"Of course," Shepard replied gently, "and I can do you one better as we control all of the roads around here. We can give you the most direct route through to your destination. But first; refreshment. You must be exhausted from the long journey and the late hour. Please, come," he beckoned inside the main entrance.
+"Okay!" Dawn bubbled while Carla cast a dubious glance inside. Her feelings of doubt were compounded when a couple of guards fell into step behind them. She followed nonetheless. As Shepard gave them the brief tour of the main building while pointing out the highlights. "Will we get to see the cows?" Dawn asked. "I've always wanted to see one!"
+Shepard chuckled. "You'll see them soon enough," he said, stopping at a door and gesturing inside. "You may freshen up in here and I shall see you in the morning."
+"Morning?" Carla was alarmed.
+"Of course. You must rest for the journey ahead. Now, if you will excuse me, it is late and I wish to get some sleep myself." Shepard said with a slight bow as he retreated down the hall. The two guards then motioned them inside, closing the door behind them.
+Carla heard the distinct sound of a bar being dropped in front of the door. She tested it to find it locked tight. She swore under her breath as she turned to take stock of the room. It was a well decorated room with a lot of plush furnishings. "Well," she sighed, "I guess we can make the most of it."
+"Hey! The shower has actual working water!" Dawn exclaimed from the bathroom. "And it's warm!" She started stripping down at once before hopping in. "Oh my! This is wonderful!"
+"Okay, okay, I'm coming," Carla conceded as she too started to strip. She tossed her and Dawn's clothes out onto the bed before slipping under the warm water with Dawn.
+"I don't know why you're so uptight about this place," Dawn commented, stepping close to Carla until the tips of their breasts were barely touching. "This is a better reception than we got in Lincoln!"
+"Yeah, and that's what bothers me."
+Dawn gave her a pout. "Can we at least enjoy the shower?"
+Carla smiled, at the very least for her benefit. Then she drew Dawn into an embrace and kissed her full on the mouth. They made out for some time until they were interrupted by men's voices coming from the hallway. "Oi! You two in there! Shower time is over!"
+"Damn... just as I was relaxing too..." Carla muttered, grabbing a towel to dry off. She paused when she noticed that their garments were missing and the door was now open. "Hey! Where the hell are our clothes and gear at?" Carla demanded, sticking her head out into the corridor. Much to her surprise, the two guards were still standing there. She wasn't prepared for someone to actually be there that she was taken off guard for a moment. The foremen barged their way into the room, backing Carla up before calmly closing and locking the door behind them. "Where's our stuff at?" She repeated.
+"Safe." The first one said. "Being cleaned downstairs." His gaze looked up and down her nude body. "And if you want them back to have to give payment for services rendered." He added with a lustful look in his eyes.
+"Gee," Carla commented sarcastically, "and I wonder what that could be?" She let out a huff of air and beckoned them forward after casting the towel aside. "Come on then, let's get this over with so that we can leave."
+"Just like that?" The second one said, shocked.
+"Yeah, why, do you have girls that resist this sort of thing?" She then thought about it as everything started making sense. All she had to do was think like a raider or slaver. "Yeah, you probably do and then you charge them extra so that you have reason to keep them longer and fuck them even more. Well I'm done here so you," she pointed at the first foreman that she mentally named Burly due to his arms and build, "go get our damn clothes and you can fuck me when you get back." She then pointed at the second one, the one she was thinking of as Jet due to his jet-black hair. "You can take Dawn now."
+"Don't I get a say in this?" Dawn asked in a meek voice from the doorway of the bathroom but then piped down when Carla gave her a withering look to shut up. Dawn hung her head, pouting, but trod over towards Jet who was now standing by the bed expectantly.
+Without any warning or fanfare, Jet grabbed Dawn and bent her over the side of the bed with her legs dangling off. Dawn squealed and kicked in protest and Jet silenced her with a quick swat across her ass. Sniffling and blubbering, Dawn kept still but fixed Carla with a 'help me' look from across the room. Carla felt for her but the only way she could see to get out of here was to give these creeps what they wanted so that they could at least get their stuff back. Carla mouthed to her that it would be okay and over soon as she watched Jet whip his cock out and plunge it right into her best friend.
+Carla kept her eyes locked with Dawn's tear filled blue ones as Jet started to fuck her. Carla felt it was her duty to Dawn to do so at least until Burly got back. Dawn let out soft little squeaks every time Jet thrust into her but otherwise took it like the little trooper she was. Jet paid her no mind as he fucked her hard and fast, soon driving his hips all the way forward as he released his cum into Dawn with a long, languorous sigh of contentment. "Damn that was nice," he commented. "Get yer pretty face around here and suck me off so we can go again," he said, smacking her ass again when he pulled out before grabbing her by the hair and guiding her around. A second later his cock was in her mouth and Carla could hear her sucking.
+Burly was back shortly after that as he came through the door and threw their clothes off in disgust. "Up by the wall over by that bar, bitch." He commanded, pointing at a bar that was set into one wall at about waist level. "Face it and grab the bar."
+Rolling her eyes, Carla did as she was told. Wrapping her hands around the wooden bar she stood there, waiting, as Burly walked up behind her and unzipped his fly. "Engugh..." Carla grit her teeth as his cock was driving up inside of her pussy immediately after.
+Burly gathered up her hair to bare the right side of her neck. Then he was pushing her head forward until it was resting up against the wall. "Damn, you're a tight bitch, aren't you?" he asked before taking a nip on the nape of her neck. Carla grimaced as it was too much teeth and not enough lips for her taste and he wasn't even doing it right. Not that Burly seemed to care as he gathered her tits up in his hands as he plowed into her over and over again.
+"Just for once I'd like to get paid for this..." Carla muttered.
+"You are gettin' paid, woman," Burley hissed at her, smacking her on the ass before bringing his hand back up to cup her breast. "We gave you food, board, and water to clean off with. And how do you show your gratitude? By trying to bounce on us. Shoulda just thrown your ungrateful little heifer asses into the milkers to begin with and have been done with it."
+That confirmed Carla's suspicions that the farmers had been intending to keep them all along. Anger boiled to the surface and if Burly had had Carla up against a mirror, he probably would've seen the rage on her face. But instead he went on humping her from behind until finally he blew his wad up into her. Carla waited for his cock to stop pulsating and then she made her move.
+If it was one thing that the months of having men force themselves upon her had taught her was when men were their most vulnerable. It was usually right after they climaxed and their bodies were coming down from the euphoric high they got from it. Sure enough, Burley was relaxing and letting his cock just slide out of her while it went flaccid. She spun in place, grabbing his head, and slamming it up against the wall she'd been up against a moment before. An impressive spray of blood splattered in all directions as his nose broke. Before he could even cry out in pain, Carla kicked at the back of his leg that sent him down to his knees. Burly's chin caught on the bar and while his body went down, his head stayed hooked. His windpipe was crushed and he flopped backwards onto the floor, gasping for air that would not come.
+About that time Jet finally realized that something was wrong. In the five seconds it took Carla to effectively kill Burly, Jet was starting to turn to face her. Unfortunately, he momentarily forgot that Dawn's mouth was still wrapped around his now hard cock. As Carla crossed the distance she ordered Dawn to bite down, which she did. Jet howled with an unearthly cry of pain as his manhood was now being mauled. Carla rabbit punched him in the throat to shut him up... permanently.
+"Now what?" Dawn spat out Jet's blood onto his body and continued spitting until the coppery taste was out of her mouth.
+"We get the fuck out of here, that's what." Carla said, grabbing for her clothes. She looked in her pocket for her RadRoot and found it missing. "Fuck... they took the root."
+"We'll find more," Dawn said, getting dressed in a hurry.
+Carla nodded as she too got dressed in record time. "We find our stuff and then we head west and never look back. We keep going and don't stop for anything. Got it?" Dawn nodded her understanding. Much to their surprise, they found their gear just down the hallway in a small closet at the end. This probably would've been the other thing they would've held back from us until we 'paid' them back with our bodies, Carla thought. Probably would've had us spend time in the 'milker' and by that time we'd probably be theirs.
+Pushing what would've or could've been from her mind, Carla looked in her backpack from some RadRood and found it. Nearly squealing with delight that they hadn't totally looted their packs yet, Carla swallowed it down and gave Dawn a piece for her to eat. With their gear, minus the guns, they headed down the stairs and out to the front gates walking with a hurried purpose before anyone noticed they were out of the main house.
+The guards stopped them. "Where'd ya think yer goin'?" one asked a moment before Carla pushed him up against the wall. He looked at her with a mixture of confusion and surprise.
+"I want to kiss a real man for once," Carla said with exaggerated huskiness in her voice while pressing his body against his. She pulled him close and mashed her lips hard against his. His confusion while his buddy looked shocked. While their tongues mingled, Carla's hand dropped down to his to take possession of his gun. He surrendered it easily enough as lust overtook him. Without even looking, Carla pointed it at the second guard and fired off two shots. The first went low, hitting him in the thigh, but the other one hit him right in the gut to double him over and send him to the ground.
+"What the fuck!" the guard that was kissing Carla cried out, pushing her away. Carla's mouth twitched in a smile as she pointed the pistol towards him and fired, hitting him dead center. She then put two more in his head to make sure and then two more into the one she'd shot first.
+"Where the hell did you learn all of this?" Dawn asked in amazement as she picked up the fallen pistol while Carla opened the gate up just enough to let them out.
+Carla shrugged. "I've always been a decent shot thanks to mom. She thought it important that I know how to do so in this day and age. The rest," another shrug as they shimmied out of the gate, "I've just been picking up as I go. I call it 'my give-a-fuck' is busted' combined with a 'I don't want to fuck you' fetish along with a 'I'm going to do what I have to in order to get out of here'. They ran straight out from the farm, heading off into the darkness before turning and angling their way westward.
+"Shouldn't we get the truck?" Dawn asked, looking back in exasperation.
+"No time! Run!"
+After what had to have been a couple of miles by Carla's estimation, they heard the sounds of the guards from the farm in hot pursuit. They picked the pace back up as they'd been walking once they got out of sight from the perimeter fence of the farm. Now they ran all out once again. "Don't stop! Keep running!" Carla said breathlessly.
+"I'm running! I'm running!" Dawn said also with labored breathing. Her muscles started to burn from the exertion.
+Behind them there was a poomph sound as something was fired. A second later there was a swish-swish-swish sound followed by Dawn crying out as she fell to the ground. Carla skidded to a stop, turning with wide eyed fright as she saw three balls with cords wrapped around Dawn's legs.
+Likewise, Dawn looked down at her legs and her heart sank. Carla's words of doing whatever it took came back to Dawn and a sense of calm settled over her. "Go!" she shouted to Carla, summoning up the courage and grit that Carla had shown all this time. "Run! Don't stop for anything, remember! Run! Live! You'd do the same for me!"
+Carla was dumbfounded to hear that but Dawn's repeating of the words followed by the proximity of the guards got Carla running again. "I'll come back for you!" she promised.
+"No! You'll keep going and not stop!" Dawn shouted right back. "Live for me!"
+As Carla disappeared into the darkness, Dawn didn't even bother trying to untangle her legs. Instead she got her newly found pistol out and fired it at the oncoming guards. She was a lousy shot but at least it was enough to slow the guards down and make them take cover. Dawn fired at whatever moved, giving the guards pause. Two more poomph sounds from either side of her and then the balls with cords hit her, wrapping around her arms. She fell back to the ground, now wiggling around like a worm as the guards descended upon her with flashlights shining down upon her.
+Some of the guards were amused at her struggling while others were pissed off that she had the nerve to fire on her. They all grabbed her and started cutting both the cords and her clothes off of her amid her crying, kicking, and screaming. She fought with every fiber of her being not because she harbored any illusions of getting away from them but because she knew, deep down, that every minute that they spent here with her was more distance Carla was putting between them.
+And besides, she knew that Carla truly would've done the same for her had their positions been reversed. She had a sinking suspicion that Carla would've indeed done it and was planning on that contingency.
+When the last of her clothes had been stripped off of her that was when the guards all whipped their cocks out in anticipation of having her. Some held their flashlights down for the others to see while a couple dropped to their knees. "Hold the bitch's legs open, will ya?" the first one down between her thighs said. Dawn was still putting up as much of a fuss that she could even though the outcome was inevitable.
+She felt two pairs of hands grab her ankles and wrench them apart, holding them up in the air. Another man grabbed her right arm and at the same time grabbed her head and shoved his cock into her mouth. Then she heard the hammer of a gun being cocked and felt its barrel being pressed against her head. "If you bite down like either you or that bitch-ass blonde did to Rick back at the farm, I'll blow a hole through your fucking skull!" he growled. Dawn whimpered but didn't resist as he started to fuck her mouth.
+In the meantime, she felt the guy between her legs drive his thick, beefy cock down into her pussy. He grabbed her thighs and lifted her ass up for better leverage as he fucked her hard and fast. She did squirm in his grip in a vain effort to keep him out of her but it was to no avail. "That's right, wiggle, writhe, keep fighting me," he said, slapping at her smallish tits. "Makes it all the sweeter when we break you."
+So Dawn turned on the waterworks; crying and sobbing openly for them to see while they each had a turn with either her ass, her pussy, or her mouth. By the time that they were all done with her she was totally exhausted with the fight having gone all out from her. She laid there on the ground, chest heaving as she lay there in a daze. Her eyes just locked on some distant point as the guards either milled about while they watched her or looked around in the brush for Carla.
+Finally, two of them picked her up by either arm, holding her limp body between them, as they started to drag her off. She did manage a small smile when she heard some of them come back and call out "The blonde is gone!"
+***
+[ New Lives. ]
+With her body hanging limply between her two captors, Dawn was dragged into the punishment area where she was tied in a standing position between two posts. One of the guards left while the remaining one grabbed a flogger off of the wall, brandishing it in front of her so that she got a good look at it. "Yer gonna wish that you hadn't spat in the face of our hospitality, girl." He said in a menacing voice. "Yer gonna pay for your escape attempt, for killing our friends, and for the fact that your friend got away!" With that he moved behind her, reared back, and let Dawn have it across her ass.
+Dawn squealed and arched her body away when the sting of the leather slapped against her bottom. Her body fell limp again, held up only by the restraints on her wrists that kept her dangling between the two posts. The guard flogged her again, causing the same reaction as before. Then again, moving up her back. Then again, moving down to her thighs. He kept his strikes moving up and down her back between her shoulders and her knees, making sure that he never hit the same place twice.
+By the time the tenth strike came, Dawn was sobbing uncontrollably and didn't even have the strength to stand up on her own. "Pathetic," the guard said, moving around her and cupping her chin to force her to look up at him. "You're lucky that Kevin's back with the suit."
+Kevin was coming back in pushing a card with an assortment of items on it in a jumbled mess. "Get the hose on her, Bob, I'll get her cleaned out." He said.
+Bob, who apparently was the guard flogging her, moved off to the side. Dawn's eyes darted between the two of them to see what they were up to. Kevin was getting some kind of plug attached to a bag and a hose while Bob was getting a garden hose himself. Kevin got to her first, shoving the plug and hose up inside of her ass, making her wince and squeak in pain. Then her eyes bugged out as she felt her bowls get filled up with whatever liquid was in the bag. She felt herself getting fuller and fuller to the point that she thought she would burst. Then the plug was removed and she felt instant relief as her bowels emptied suddenly. Bob then moved around to her front, slapping at her abdomen repeatedly until the urge to pee surfaced and she was forced to urinate right in front of them. The shameful act of having to do that in front of these two made her face burn with embarrassment and she tried to turn her face away and cross her legs as a result.
+"Alright, let her have it," Kevin said, moving away. Dawn barely had enough time to wonder what 'it' was before she was hit with the cold spray of water from the hose. Bob drenched her from head to toe, ensuring that she was totally cleaned off and the results of her mess were sprayed into a nearby drain. Dawn sputtered and coughed when the water was finally turned off and she hung there dripping wet. She moaned in discomfort by the time the two of them came back with towels, drying her from head to toe.
+Kevin then wheeled the cart in front of her and she got a good look at what they had in mind for punishment for her. It was one of those latex rubber doll suits that she'd seen when her and Carla first got here. She was to be put out on display or placed flat out on a mattress where anyone could have their way with her while looking like a living, breathing blow up doll with synthetic latex skin. Dawn shuddered even as Bob and Kevin lifted up her feet to insert them into the holes for the legs that ended in a pair of pink high heels that were attached to the doll's feet. They then rolled it up her body all the way up to her thighs where they paused.
+Dawn found herself wondering perversely at what they were doing down between her legs and got the answer a moment later when they took oil and spread it all over her ass, up her ass, and up inside of her pussy. Then they inserted a plug up inside of her ass and one up inside of her pussy that then opened up and kept both holes opened. She grimaced and writhed uncomfortably as her body got used to this new sensation.
+Kevin was chuckling. "You like that, bitch?" he asked. "These latex plugs feel almost like the real thing when you fuck a woman through them. They keep you open and ready for any man who wants to drill you." For emphasis, he fingered her through the opening at her pussy and she let out a quick "AH!" as he did. "The man feels like he's fucking you with a tight cock ring while he's inside of you. We'll have the same thing for your mouth."
+They continued rolling the latex body suit up until they reached her breasts. Bob frowned. "She's a bit larger than these cups." He noted.
+"That just means that she'll fill 'em out more." Kevin snorted. "Clip her nips already."
+Dawn wondered what they meant a half second before she saw the nipple clamps on the inside of the suit. Both men grabbed her breasts, pinching her nipples roughly until they were nice and hard. Then they pressed the latex breasts inside out long enough to attach the clamps inside the fake nipples to her real ones. Dawn cried out in pain as they did this as the constant pinching was almost too much to bear. They then untied her and forced her to her knees to place her arms down the appropriate holes before the suit was rolled up the rest of the way to her neck. Dawn got a brief glimpse of the character face. She was going to look like some kind of Japanese cartoon girl with no hair. No... they're going to use my hair... she noted when she saw that there was an opening at the back of the headmask that would allow her own hair to come out as if it were part of the doll's body.
+Bob roughly grabbed her head and forced it forward while Kevin grabbed her hair first to feed it though the back opening. Then he reached in and forced the mouthpiece in past her lips. "Ahh-AH!" Dawn gurgled as her teeth and tongue worked to find comfortable resting positions in her mouth's now forced open position. She blinked when she noticed that she was now effectively blind inside of the suit.
+Behind her, at the small of her back, she felt the latex suit enclose around her as the guys zipped it up all the way to the base of her skull. She then noticed with alarm that she could barely hear anything inside of this thing as well as her real ears were now uncomfortably pinned on the inside of the latex hood. She felt her arms being raised up and then heavy manacles being clamped over her wrists. Heavy manacles then were clamped around her ankles. Finally, she felt one more being clamped around her neck. She had a slight feeling of claustrophobia as everything seemed to shrink in around her as her body adjusted to being inside of the synthaskin doll.
+Dawn let out a yelp of alarm when she felt herself being lifted up and then pushed into walking. She hesitated and resisted as she couldn't see where she was going. "MARCH!" one of the men yelled. She felt something heavy get attached to the front of her collar and then she felt a smack on her ass when her collar got tugged forward. Not seeing any choice, Dawn followed along, still at a hesitant pace since she couldn't see anything.
+After some walking which involved bumbling up some stairs, she was stopped. She strained her ears when she heard some talking going on. "Display," was a command that she heard. Dawn was then shuffled to one side. Her arms were yanked roughly behind her and attached to some kind of pole. Her collar was then attached to the same pole as she could now feel it pressing into the cleft of her ass and her upper back. Her ankle cuffs were then clacked into place down at the bottom. Dawn gave a bit of a struggle, testing how secure she was and was rewarded with a slap across her breasts. She howled in pain as her clamped nipples inside of the suit were struck and they swayed to one side, pinching and pulling on them even more.
+Before she could recover she felt something prodding up against her pussy. It retreated for a moment and then it slid all the way inside of her as it penetrated both the synthetic latex pussy covering her and her own pussy. The oiled dildo slid into her as far as it would go that forced her to stand fully upright in the high heels. She cried in agony at the situation that she was being forced into; being impaled on a dildo at the end of a metal pole. There was going to be no way that she'd be able to get out of her bonds now. She felt the click as the dildo pole was locked into place reverberate up through the metal. Dawn twisted every which way she could but could find no real comfortable spot to really stand at.
+Nor could she find any sexual relief either. She was fully penetrated and unless someone came by to feel up the latex covering her mound, which would in turn press against her clit on the inside, there'd be no release for her. It was sexual torment at its finest and she'd just stand there on display until someone came by to use her.
+Oh God, I am so glad that Carla got away and wouldn't have to experience this... She thought as both her synthetic mouth and her real mouth were then affixed with a soft foam ball gag that was latched into place. Dawn imagined what she looked like from the outside; a happy looking anime girl with a gag in her mouth, shackled, and standing on a metal pole rammed up her crotch.
+Oh what I wouldn't give to be out of here...
+***
+Las Vegas...
+After everything that she'd been through, seeing the city now in the sunset light seemed bittersweet. She'd expected Dawn to be at her side and for them to stroll through the city limits, triumphant at having overcame so much. But now that she plodded along the road while passing by the famous Las Vegas welcome sign her victory felt so empty.
+I gotta do this... for Dawn... she thought to herself as she walked up to a nearby building that was marked 'Vegas Visitors Check In Here'. She pushed the door open and walked up to the counter where a bored looking clerk sat looking at something in the local newspaper. "Hi," she said without much emotion.
+"Well, you look like a wreck," he observed as he put his paper aside. "We don't get many visitors at this time of day. Usually everyone is already in town. So here to visit?"
+"No," Carla croaked out, her throat a bit parched with thirst. "I'm looking for work."
+He gave her an appraising look, his face showing obvious approval at what he saw. "Shouldn't be too hard for someone like you. Everyone down on the strip is always looking for new talent so you should be able to find an audition or two without any problems."
+"Thanks..." she got out, not relishing the prospect of having to walk further into the city. "You got water?"
+"Yeah, ten tabs a bottle."
+Carla winced. She'd used the last of what little tabs she had left to get a quick ride through the Rockies to within relative walking distance of Vegas without having to pimp herself out. "I don't have any," she said with resignation.
+The Clerk's smile broadened. "Well, I'm sure we can come to an arrangement then."
+A quick blowjob later and Carla was walking out with four plastic bottles of water, one of which she downed at once to quench her thirst and to wash down the load of cum she'd been forced to swallow. Her legs hurt to have to continue walking but now it was worth it as the end was so near. She'd endure this trial and she'd endure whatever indignity she had to in order to make a better life for herself. If nothing else she'd do it for Dawn whose last words to her still resonated though her skull.
+She felt a pang of guilt at that and wondered what Dawn was being subjected to back at the dairy farm.
+***
+Dawn was jarred awake by someone moving her. She had no idea how long she'd been on display for. Time seemed to have lost its meaning and eventually her own thoughts got hazy. Occasionally she'd feel people come by and feel her up just long enough to get her hot and bothered and then leave. Some people would feel up her pussy. Others would take time to squeeze her breasts, which would in turn bring back the agonizing pinching sensation on her nipples as her twin mounds were moved about. Most of the time it was just a quick feel and then they'd be gone.
+But now she was being moved. The dildo that was shoved up inside of her was removed and she felt oddly empty at its withdrawal. She felt her neck and arms and ankles move free as they were detached from the restraining pole. Dawn wanted to rub them but there was no time as there were people on either of her arms pulling her forward. Once they'd gotten to wherever it was they wanted her, she was spun in place and then pushed backwards. Dawn let out a squeal of alarm behind her gag as she fell back but then sighed when she landed on a mattress. Her wrists were then pulled up to either side of her head and reattached to something and her ankles were stretched far apart as they too were attached. She pulled and tugged and determined that she was on a mattress on a floor somewhere now spread eagled on her back.
+I'm in that front entryway now... Dawn thought. It's my turn to be used. Just knowing where she was at and what was going to happen to her was oddly comforting. She felt her body shift as someone joined her on the mattress, mounting her. A lubed up cock speared inside of her a moment later, making her arch her back and grunt at the sudden penetration. Oh yes... please fuck me hard... Dawn found herself thinking despite herself. With lord knows how many hours of being denied release while she was on display she found herself craving any kind of physical attention. I wonder what that means for me... Am I really becoming their sex slave?
+Dawn pushed such thoughts from her mind as the unknown man on top of her fucked her; his cock sliding in and out through her latex plug up into her own dripping wet pussy. She could hear the man grunting and groaning with obvious pleasure in the process. Her breasts swayed up and down from every thrust into her, pulling on her clamped nipples and sending erotic tingles all through her body. She found it strange having sex in such a way while having all of her senses deprived. It was to the point that she was only feeling. She couldn't smell anything inside of the suit and there was nothing to taste. She'd been blindfolded and ravished before, so there was nothing new there. But having no hearing also seemed to enhance the experience. She had no idea what the man would do until he did it.
+On the heels of that thought came the sensation of the foam gag get ripped away a moment before he started invading her mouth with his tongue. It was completely unexpected and she found her tongue mingling with his as much as it could around the open mouth gag from the mask. One of the sounds that she could hear through the mask was a groan of appreciation from him. A few more thrusts into her and she felt his cock explode deep within her; filling her pussy and her womb up with his seed. Her body shuddered in response. Her pussy clamped around his cock out of pure reflex and instinct. She tried to grind her hips up into his in order to find release but to no avail. His cock let out one last spurt and he was pulling out of her, leaving her whining in dismay.
+Thankfully she was not left open for long as another man quickly took the place of the first. She felt his heavy hand clamp down over her mouth in an effort to shut her up. This just made the submissive in her moan with pleasure at the sheer, brute, possessiveness that such an action contained. This man was slightly larger and she felt her pussy get stretched to its limit the moment he entered her. After a couple of hard thrusts down she found the release she so desperately sought.
+Once her quick moment of pure ecstasy was over, she came back to reality to find the second man still fucking her hard and deep. She didn't mind. After who knew how long she'd finally gotten off. Now she was just sighing and grunting with every hard thrust into her. After this man came inside of her, he pulled out and it was actually quite some time before a third man was mounting her.
+No, a third and a fourth man... Her head was being yanked to her right and she felt a man's hard cock graze past her tongue to push back all the way to the back of her throat. The man was then pushing down on the side of her head to keep it in place while he fucked her mouth. It was a sudden surprise but she recovered quickly enough to start sucking on the man's hardness. The sub in her rejoiced at being taken in such a way with a man up her pussy and a man down her throat. She felt the passion build back up in her when one, or possibly even both of them, started playing with her latex encased tits. The clamps pressed down into her breasts with the pressure on them and they seemed to bite into her sore nipples with renewed fury. By the time the man fucking her pussy climaxed, Dawn was coming right along with him.
+Time seemed to lose all meaning once again as she was used again and again long until Dawn lost count of how many times she was fuck or however many times she'd gotten off as a result.
+***
+True to the Clerk's word; Carla found an open audition going on for exotic dancers at some place on the north end of the strip called The Strato. She wondered why it was called that as the building wasn't very tall at first glance but then figured that it must have been a huge tower at one point in time in its life. She could see the fallen portion of the tower off to the west and now all that remained of the large structure was a jagged point only about ten stories high jutting up into the night sky.
+When she inquired about the audition at The Strato, the man taking names down clucked at her appearance before hustling her off to a shower and changing area. He hastily told her in a somewhat high pitched voice that she could use any of the costumes inside before going back to his table to get more of the girls that were coming in. Carla wanted to take her time in the shower but knew that time was of the essence. The warm water felt good and helped ease her aching muscles from the hard travelling she'd been doing since the farm but prudence won out. Nude, she walked back into the costume changing area, making sure her pack was still secured where she'd left it along with her clothes, before looking for something to wear for her audition.
+Other girls came in and went, grabbing for costumes, hastily donning them, and then heading out to where the auditions were going on. Due to her hesitation, she wound up wearing an outfit that was a plaid skirt that was way too short for her that had white panties underneath, socks that came up to her knees, and a buttonless blouse that she had to tie into place over her breasts. She then moved with more of the other girls going for the audition.
+Check-In guy was back, looking them over. "You all are SO in luck as you're the last group to go on. The manager just now had me close the door. Hm, you dearie need to fix your hair," he pointed to a redhead, "unzip that catsuit and show the ladies off now, honey," he told an ample chested brunette as he grabbed the zipper to pull down to emphasize his point. "You're fine... you're fine..." he paused in front of Carla. "You're SO rocking the old schoolgirl look! Here, put that mass of hair of yours up in pigtails to complete it." He handed her some hair ties and moved on.
+Schoolgirl huh? Carla wondered. Is that what girls were called before the Flare? She put her hair up just in time for them all to be hustled out onto a stage under the penetrating bright lights overhead.
+"Okay ladies!" a man's voice, presumably the manager, called out from somewhere in the audience. "I want sexy! I want sultry! I want you to be able to get me off before you even touch me! Our audience is looking at your raw talent and their applause to you will let me know if you're worth hiring! Now rock it!"
+Music blared, catching Carla off guard. She was thankful to see that she wasn't the only one but others immediately launched into routines that they'd clearly practiced for as they started dancing around, and gyrating up against, metal poles that transversed the space between the stage and the ceiling. As the girls started stripping Carla got what she was supposed to do. She started swaying and dancing to the music as much as possible, feeling awkward as she did. It soon became obvious who the favorite of the group was and it wasn't her. Her hands moved up to her breasts to open up the blouse to expose to the crowd.
+The Manager started calling out girls by their costumes to either do something different or get off the stage completely. "You! Blondie schoolgirl in the back!" he then called out, obviously to her, after a few girls were sent off. "Get outta here. I want a stripper, not a mannequin!"
+Mortified and dejected, Carla did as she was told. Check-In guy was there to meet her as soon as she got off the stage. "Pity too, 'cause girl you are good looking!" he said.
+Carla gave him a wry glance. "Is this the part where you offer to make me better by giving me some private lessons?" she asked bitterly.
+He waved his hands down dismissively. "Oh honey, no. I prefer the studs, not the honey-pots. You clean up really well. If you get over your hang-up about dancing, you'll shine! But unfortunately I need that costume back."
+Without even thinking about it, Carla stripped out of it and handed it over before getting back into her dust and dirt covered traveling clothes. Already feeling dirty in more ways than one, she grabbed her pack and headed back out into the lights of the strip.
+Outside, she ran into a distinguished looking gentleman and his obviously high class wife. "Ah, there you are! About time you got out here." He said.
+"Who? Me?" Carla asked like a stup. "What do you want with me?"
+"To be quite honest; to sleep with you," the gentleman smiled behind his somewhat bushy moustache. "My wife here is quite taken by your natural beauty. Not to mention you look like a lady down on her luck and judging by your act in there, or lack thereof, you could certainly use the tabs to sustain yourself."
+As much as Carla hated to admit it, but he was right. At the moment she had no idea where she could go for shelter as she was hoping to get taken in by one of the casino-hotels. "Yeah," she said at last with exasperation. "So what do you have in mind."
+"You come with us to our suite at the Palms and be our little plaything for the evening and we give you tabs in the morning once we all wake up," he explained with all seriousness. "You can then use the tabs to clean yourself up more and maybe get some lessons if being a dancer or an escort is really what you want to do with your life. Oh don't give me that look. I don't judge and I'm more than happy to engage in a little philanthropy to help those in need."
+"Why not any of the other girls who came out first?"
+"Not my type, dear," the wife said with a smile. Carla looked her over from her expensive red shoes and matching dress that hugged her body tight up to her pearl necklace and fur throw over her shoulders up to her ornately done light brown hair that looked like she'd be a pinup girl. "I do like my blondes."
+Not seeing any other alternatives, Carla shrugged. "Alright, lead on."
+***
+When Dawn was finally let out of her synthetic skin prison she was almost totally mind numb. She had no idea what time it was let alone what day it was. There had been an odd routine while she spent time as a rubber anime fuck doll. She had at least two meals a day that she'd mentally designated breakfast and dinner in that she was fed something through her mouth and given something to drink. Each time her insides were cleaned out as she was forced to relieve herself. It was the only time she was let out of the suit before being shoved back in.
+Between breakfast and dinner she was on display and sometimes taken down to be played with. After dinner was when she was at her busiest in which she was gangbanged for a very long time after which point she fell into sleep. Occasionally she'd be woken up to be fucked but most of the times she was left alone. She either was too delirious or just plain uncomfortable most of the time to feel anything sexual. Time stretched on and on until she just gave up trying to keep track.
+So when she was cleaned up at one point in time and not put back into the rubber suit, she was actually surprised. Her mind slowly came back up into conscious thought a little bit as one of the handlers grabbed her under her chin to look her in the face. "If you think that week was hell, girlie," he growled at her, "just wait until we put you in the machine."
+What the hell is that? Dawn wondered as she was dragged off towards the sleeping quarters for all of the girls. Once there they affixed a collar to her neck that was sealed with a cotter pin that was then broken off on the end so she couldn't get it out before having a heavy chain locked to it that was secured to the metal bed post of her newly designated bed.
+After being in that damn suit for so long, sleeping on an old mattress seemed like sleeping on a cloud. She was fast asleep soon after.
+***
+George and Martha Stryker, as Carla's company for the evening, turned out to have one of the penthouse suites at The Sands. The vast suite was larger than her settlement was back east and it opened to an equally large patio. There was a large pool that ran from inside the suite to the outside to seemingly drop off of the edge of the building. It was flanked on either side with impressive columns that made the place seem like it was out of a fairy tale.
+Once they'd arrived, Martha had Carla strip down immediately before having a butler make off with the dirty clothes to be cleaned. "I'm glad that you're still relatively clean underneath of those rags," she observed with a wrinkle of her nose. "Now come, dear, so we can be better acquainted," Martha spread her arms wide in invitation.
+"Don't have too much fun without me," George said with a wink as he took his hat and overcoat off as he walked over to the bar off to one side.
+The middle aged woman wrapped Carla into a loving embrace, placing her ruby red lips onto hers before sliding her tongue in past Carla's naturally pink lips. Martha had to be at least twice Carla's age but moved with a vigor as if they were of the same generation. Carla let her hang-up on the age difference go as she then just focused on returning the kiss, tentative as it may be at the moment. It boiled down to what Carla liked to do; woman-on-woman.
+Martha guided Carla's hands down her back so that Carla could find the zipper of her dress. Carla caught on and slowly unzipped it to let it fall free. Their naked breasts then pressed against one another and Carla was pleasantly surprised to find them full, firm, and round. Martha gave her a mischievous smile. "Yoga," she said as if it were all the explanation needed, "it keeps the skin taut and the body young. I'll show you if you stick around. After all," she brought her hands down to heft Carla's breasts playfully, "we need to keep these standing proud." Martha then dragged her thumbnails up and over Carla's nipples, making the younger blonde shudder in response. Then they kissed again, this time drawing each other closer in their embrace.
+"Damn, that's hot," George commented from the bar as he sipped on the whiskey that he'd poured. It was one hell of a sight from where he was standing by watching the young naked blonde girl make out with his red panty and high heel clad wife. His cock strained in his pants to want to stand up and salute.
+Martha's hand snaked up to gently grab some of Carla's hair and gently tug downward. Carla grimaced and resisted, even going so far as letting out a growl of protest. Martha broke off their make out session to arch an inquisitive eyebrow at her. Then the light came on in her eyes. "Ah, I see. You're used to leading, aren't you?" Carla hesitated, then nodded. "A close friend of yours, perhaps?" Martha prodded. Another nod.
+"Well," Martha smiled with amusement, cocking one hip in the process, "I can make you better, no matter what might be going through your head." She stepped back up to Carla again, taking her into her arms. "Trust me, and just let yourself go if only for the evening." When Carla hesitated yet again, this time with a shiver running through her, Martha became concerned. "What?"
+"I...I've had some bad experiences..." Carla admitted. It was the first time she'd ever voiced that. "Raiders... that... that farm that we'd... I'd... been held at..."
+"Ah. I see now," Martha nodded in understanding. She gently kissed Carla on each of her eyelids to close them. "I want you to relax. You are safe now. We're people of business here and you will be well paid for tonight. You are free to come and go as you please so long as you understand that you're our plaything whenever you come through those doors. Understand? We are not those people."
+Carla swallowed her feelings and nodded. "Okay," she said, thinking that it came out a bit hollow.
+Martha quirked a smile and kissed Carla on the lips again. "Good. Now kneel for me," she whispered. Carla complied this time, slowly sinking down to her knees in front of the older woman. "Now," Martha said, her voice still gentle and caring, "remove my panties. No, no... not with your hands dearie, put those behind your back now. Use your mouth."
+Blue eyes flicking up briefly, Carla considered the task set before her. Then she leaned in towards Martha's lace clad mound, lips seeking out some kind of slack to latch on to. Above her, Martha hummed appreciatively as Carla's mouth worked. "Yes, that's good," Martha purred, running her hands through Carla's hair. "Even though you can't get a hold of them yet you still give me pleasure with your mouth and it is totally random."
+Carla finally got a good grip and she pulled down and kept pulling until she was kneeling in a total submissive position at Martha's feet with her breasts grazing the floor. Martha stepped out of her panties and gave her approval. "Now work your way back up to my pussy, kissing along the way." Carla did as she was told, starting with the tops of Martha's left foot, going up the inside of her left leg, and then her thigh. When she got back to eye level with Martha's sex, she saw that it was as bare as her own. Despite herself, she managed a look of submission as she placed her mouth back onto the mound and drew her tongue up Martha's slit.
+"Ohhhhh," the older brunette gasped, eyes rolling back into her head as the erotic shudders moved out from her loins. "Oh that's good. George, honey, you definitely picked the winner here."
+"It was your eye that caught her," George said appreciatively, raising his glass in toast to his wife. Carla glanced over and saw that he'd since started undressing and was now down to just his trousers. George tossed back the last of his drink before shucking his pants and underwear off. His cock stood tall and proud.
+"Don't mind him, dear," Martha cooed at her. "Focus on me and all the wonderful attention that you're giving my pussy." Carla gave a little nod while continuing to look up at her mistress for the evening.
+Strange... she wondered as she continued to lap at Martha's clit, when I was auctioned off I couldn't help but try and escape my master and mistress. Here... It's different... Was it because I had a choice this time?
+George moved up behind her and was spreading her pussy lips. Much to her own surprise, Carla was dripping wet by the time he sank his finger all the way into her, dragging it back out along the front wall of her most intimate spot. Carla shuddered and her nipples perked up even more as they made contact with Martha's bare legs. Martha stroked the younger girl's hair and whispered words of encouragement while she got fingered by her husband.
+Then Martha gathered up a fist full of Carla's hair and urged her to follow along on all fours. Carla allowed herself to be led like a puppy to the spacious bed that was larger than the gun shop back in her home settlement. Martha laid down onto the silken sheets and guided Carla down between her legs. Carla resumed licking at Martha's slit while George mounted Carla from behind. "Ungh..." Carla grunted, her body quivering, as she felt George's cock slide all the way into her.
+Unlike others who have had her in the past, George was actually quite slow and deliberate in his thrusts. He kept his hands on her ass the entire time, gripping them firmly but not enough to hurt. Martha, in the meantime, was lovingly running her hands through Carla's hair.
+"Oh my God!" Martha cried out suddenly. "Right there! Oh God, yes! Right there!" she urged Carla on. "Don't stop! OH YESSS!" Martha's body exploded and shuddered beneath Carla as she continued lapping at her clit as she was instructed. "Oh God! Carla, dear, you can stop now!" she then shrieked as she became overly sensitive to the point she was laughing hard and trying to squirm away. "Wicked child," she admonished with a smile and a wag of the finger once she got away.
+George shared his wife's laugh as he continued his slow, hard thrusts into Carla that made the girl gasp, moan, and whimper with each move of his hips. He gave her a playful slap on the ass. "Tighten up for me," he said in a playful, but commanding tone. "Flutter that pussy around my cock. Oh yes, just like that," he gasped when he felt Carla's womanhood grip and release his cock from his base up to his tip. "Ohh, I think that I'm gonna blow," he groaned as he strained to hold off. He was unable to as a moment later he sighed with pleasure as his cum erupted out into Carla.
+"Mmmmph," Carla grunted as George's hot seed filled her up. His cock seemed to pulse non-stop as he continued to drive into her. Her breasts continued to bounce in time with his thrusting with her hard nipples grazing the sheets beneath her. When he finally pulled out she found herself whimpering at the feeling of being empty.
+"Don't worry, we won't leave you hanging," Martha said. Carla did a double take as sometime as George was finishing up, Martha had moved to a cabinet off to the side. She smiled as she finished strapping on a crotch harness that had a gleaming purple phallus running from her own pussy on out like a cock. "You like this? It's called a strap on dildo." Martha explained as she lovingly dribbled oil onto it and rubbed it in as if she were jerking off a real cock. "Before the Flare this area was ripe with various sexual shops. I've taken it upon myself to save as many of these lovely trinkets as possible to resell and hopefully one day reproduce. It's just one of the ways we've made our fortune."
+"It's... impressive," Carla admitted as she watched Martha lubing and stroking the dildo.
+"Come, let's take this to the pool," George said, reaching out for Carla. Carla took his hand and allowed herself to be led to the central area of the suite. "But I need to be hard again. So please; drop to your knees."
+Carla frowned but remembered that she was here at their sufferance. After all; this is what she wanted to ultimately do. And as she'd said when this whole adventure for her and Dawn began; at least she was getting paid to please people sexually instead of it being taken by force. So she dropped to her knees and looked up at George expectantly. "Good," he smiled. "You do know how to follow directions. Now, please, suck me off until I get hard."
+Nodding, Carla leaned forward and took his semi flaccid cock into her mouth without using her hands. In fact, her hands seemed to go behind her back on their own as she started to suck on George's cock that was still covered in their combined juices. "Very good! You remembered the preference from my wife from earlier. That means that you know how to pay attention to the little details." He stroked the side of Carla's head with the back of his hand while Carla cooed under the praise.
+Martha moved up behind George to wrap her arms around him. Her hands moved up and down his chest, occasionally tweaking his nipples while she nibbled and sucked on the side of his neck. One of her hands then went down to stroke his cock in a circle between her thumb and forefinger in time with Carla's head bobbing back and forth. George moaned under the attention of both women as his cock sprung back to life. Once he was hard, George stopped her so that Martha could rub the oil all over his member with both hands.
+Once he was lubed up, he took Carla by the hand and led her into the pool. Once they were in chest deep, he turned her to face the side wall and reached under the water to part the cheeks of her ass. Carla sucked in a quick breath as the cool water kissed her back passage and she felt the head of his cock nuzzle up against her opening. She'd been taken up the ass before and so knew how to act. She willed herself to relax as she felt George's cock slide easily up inside of her thanks to the oil. "Ahhhhh," she gasped as his cock filled her up, wincing only slightly at the pain that accompanied it until her rear end got used to it.
+George then wrapped his arms around her body, groping her breasts as he then traded places with her. He placed his back against the side wall of the pool while his hands moved down to her hips to hold her in place. Martha was now coming into the pool, motioning for Carla to spread her legs. Carla did as she was told, spreading them wide under the water while George held her up with his cock still lodged inside of her bottom. Martha strode right up to them and plunged the purple dildo right up into Carla's waiting pussy while Carla wrapped her legs around the waist of the older woman.
+"OH!" Carla exclaimed as she was penetrated. She threw her head back against George's shoulder and moaned as her body adjusted to having both of her holes filled. Martha leaned in to her until their breasts were touching and kissed her softly on the lips.
+"You're doing great," Martha whispered to her as she jerked her hips to plow the dildo further into Carla, making her gasp again, this time in pleasure as both the rubber phallus and George's cock moved within her. Martha moved her hands up to cover Carla's breasts. She began to gently knead and massage them. George proceeded to suck on Carla's jugular while he reveled in the feeling of his cock buried up the girl's ass. He could feel the dildo move opposite his manhood through the thin wall that was between him and Carla's pussy.
+"Argh, Nngh, uh..." Carla grunted as Martha fucked her. The water started lapping up over their torsos as their sex became faster and more intense. Martha leaned in again and this time shoved her tongue past Carla's lips and into her mouth, forcefully and deeply kissing her. "MMMMEEEEPH!" Carla then squealed as the orgasm suddenly crashed through her so hard that she jerked in their grasp. Her pussy squeezed down on the dildo while her ass clamped down on George's cock so hard that he swore. Carla's eyes rolled back so far into her head that her world went white.
+"Yes," Martha cooed at her while Carla was still trembling in the throes of passion, "that's it, ride it out. Enjoy it."
+"Ooooh God..." Carla moaned as she finally came to. Her eyes refocused onto Martha, who was smiling broadly at her.
+"Was it good for you?" Martha asked. Carla gave a weak smile and a nod. "Good. Now be a good girl and let my husband get off again."
+Carla gave her a questioning look as Martha pulled the strap on dildo out of her and swam off. George turned Carla in place once again to put her facing the wall. He guided her arms up so that she was leaning on the lip of the pool. His hands then drifted down beneath the water surface to grip Carla's tits. Squeezing them as her began to pound her ass, it took George only a couple of good thrusts before his cum was pumping deep inside her ass. Carla bit her lip as she felt his cock continue to throb within her.
+The night continued on with one bout of sex following another until Carla had lost count of the number of orgasms that she'd achieved from either George or Martha. Eventually they were all so exhausted to the point that they'd wound up in a tangled mass of limbs back on the bed. They'd been talking and the subject of why Carla had come to Vegas in the first place came up. "I'd figured that if I was going to be constantly fucked then I might as well get paid for it," she said, unsuccessfully stifling a yawn.
+Martha was idly stroking Carla's hair while the blonde rested her head upon her breasts. "Hon-ney," Martha batted her eyes at her husband. "Surely we could find a position for her here as a courtesan at the Sands? It would keep her here... with us," she added while trailing circles around Carla's breast with her fingernail, making her shudder."
+"Certainly," George agreed. He smiled at Carla's sleepy, questioning glance. "It's how we recruit for entertainers here. We take the rejects and castoffs and shine them up. I think that you'll do quite well here for us if you're up to it. And every night, should you so choose, you can visit us here. We have an open door policy with all of our entertainers that we personally recruit. What do you say?"
+Carla thought about it and then nodded. "I think that I'll like that."
+***
+The next morning Dawn was awakened by one of the handlers kicking the foot of her bed and yelling for her and the other girls to get up. Out of habit and practice, Dawn was awake at once. She shot to her feet and was yanked back down by the chain attached to her collar. "Heh, anxious to get started, are ya?" the handler chuckled. He reached up with his key and unlocked the chain. "Good. Get in line here!" he commanded before moving on to the next girl down the line.
+Her and the rest of the girls were marched down to the cleaning areas where they were forced to relieve themselves before being cleaned inside and out. It was no less humiliating than the first time it'd happened to her. After that they were marched to the feeding areas where, one by one, the girls were put into a kneeling position down onto all fours before having their collars attached to a short chain imbedded in the floor. Then more handlers came out with plates of food on it.
+Dawn naturally tried to reach for the plate but her hands were kicked. "Don't use yer hands, missy!" the server shouted at her, emphasizing his point by taking a paddle hanging from a hook on his belt and using it to quickly administer ten sharp blows to her ass. Dawn cried out in pain and dismay but when she went for the food, scrambled eggs and a bit of meat of some kind from the looks of it, she did so to eat like a dog.
+So this is how it is going to be... Dawn thought with more sobs welling up in her chest. They treat us like animals... Not for the first time she was glad that Carla got away.
+After breakfast and a long, quenching drink of water, the girls were then moved to the machine room. Once again they were placed on all fours but this time her hands and neck were put into wooden stocks that were then locked in place. Dawn instinctively tested the stocks but there was no give to them. So instead she just let out a sigh of resignation, letting the tears from earlier still flow down her face, and waited. Preserving what strength she had left, at this point she figured, was probably the best option.
+Right when she was wondering what was going to happen next, she got her answer. The handlers were all coming in now, about a single handler to every few girls or so, to go about their work. Dawn watched with growing apprehension in her belly as one handler came up to her first. He had some kind of black hose in his hand that then divided into two. At the end of the two hoses were long metal cylinders of some sort that she could see were opened at one end. There was a hissing sound coming from them.
+The handler knelt down next to Dawn and slapped at her tits. She whined and flinched away from the painful smacks. Then he reached underneath of her to roughly pinch her nipples until they stood on end. Once they were nice and taut, he placed the open end of the cylinders up to them. There was a slight sucking sound as they then attached to the end of her breasts in a painful fashion that made her cry out.
+"Heh, you'll get used to it," the handler grunted with amusement in his voice. He moved behind her to where she couldn't see what was going on. She got her answer a moment later when she felt two slick rods suddenly penetrate both her ass and her pussy. Dawn cried out in shock and pain as the machine behind her came to life. The rods inside of her began pumping in and out of her body in unison while the cylinders on her breasts began to suck and relax in an alternating rhythm.
+Oh my God! They're trying to milk me! She thought with alarm. Dawn screamed in protest as she tried in vain to shake her upper body to get the vile things off of her nipples while trying to move her hips away from the fucking rods. The handler came back and spanked her several times until she was crying uncontrollably; her body being wracked with sobs. Then, to make matters worse, he placed a dildo gag down her throat in order to "shut her up," as another handler put it. Then she was blindfolded and forced to stay there in darkness while the machine fucked her body and tried to suck fluid from her tits.
+Around her, she heard other machines coming to life. Girls who were used to this far more than she was actually started humming or moaning in pleasure. How can they be enjoying this? This fucking hurts my breasts! Dawn thought as she listened to the cacophony of machines and ecstasy all around her. She wanted to fight this but her body was getting tired of resisting and was getting tired of being punished every time she did. So she took a few deep breaths through her nose in order to try and calm herself while trying to settle into a somewhat comfortable position.
+As she listened, one by one the other girls got off. She could hear their grunts, squeals, and sighs of ecstasy as they each came to orgasm. Dawn was whimpering with dismay as she tried to ignore the rods pistoning in and out of her and the milking hoses trying to draw fluid from her. They can't actually expect me to be lactating... can they? She wondered.
+Then she noticed that soon after each of the girls reached their peak then their machines were turned off and they were freed from the stocks. Dawn wondered when they were going to let her go until the only machine that was running was her own. She shook with fright and apprehension as she sensed the presence of a few of the handlers around us.
+"Our little problem child redhead hasn't gotten off yet," one handler noted.
+Another one to Dawn's left laughed. "Did you really expect her to? She's been in the suit for a week for Christ's Sake. Before that she'd just got here. Did you really expect a newcomer to get off on the machine so easily?"
+"We've had newbies get off on their first time before," the first handler protested.
+"Ah forget it, we can get this heifer to moo for us," a third handler said.
+Dawn wanted to know what that entailed and got her answer a moment later with something large, round, and buzzing at a high rate touched her clit. Dawn screamed through her gag as the buzzer was shoved up against her and held there. She bucked and tried to get away from it but her bounds and the handler kept it there. Oh my God! No! No! No! Dawn shrieked in her mind as her body convulsed involuntarily as her clit was overly stimulated. It was too much for her. Her sensitive clit was being attacked and there was nothing she could. Her screams turned into high pitched wailing as the whole experience became too much. The more she tried to fight it the faster it came.
+Her body exploded into the most intense orgasm she'd ever experienced; so intense that her entire world went white and her mind blanked for several seconds. She was pretty sure her body was flopping around like a fish out of water but she didn't care. Her eyes rolled back into her head behind the blindfold and she could feel herself drooling despite the gag.
+"Alright, back her out of it," one handler's voice said through the haze of her mind. "She's gone to La-La Land for a bit."
+Someone was snapping fingers in front of her eyes, trying to get her to focus. At some point her blindfold had been taken off and her dildo gag removed. She was now aware of the fact that she wasn't being fucked by the machines nor were the vacuum tubes attached to her now sore teats anymore. Her breast were, however, in the process of being fondled by one of the handlers with critical care. "Nothing yet. She's not producing like the others are," he said as he pulled on them as if trying to milk them like a cow's udders. Dawn whimpered at the pain of his touch.
+"No matter," the voice she recognized as handler one said. "Give her a shot of hormones and then send her out to the pasture for free time. We'll get her milked before the month is out."
+Flinching when she felt the stab of a needle Dawn then got a better look around her. Indeed, there were clear containers of breast milk at each of the stations but hers. She had a look of revulsion on her face.
+The handler smirked at her when he caught her expression. "Where the hell do you think milk comes from nowadays? Actual Cows?" He shook his head. "The Flare took care of most of them on this continent and so we have to get it from you bitches to help supply everyone. Now get the fuck outside, woman, and enjoy your fucking free time. You'll come to enjoy your public service eventually."
+Head down and looking morose, Dawn subconsciously put her arms up over her breasts, hugging herself, as she plodded on out into the field. Outside the other girls were already either basking in the sun or frolicking with each other. Not feeling the desire to engage in such activities she just continued walking out along the perimeter fence to the field getting a feel for her surroundings and just wanting to be alone. The fence soon joined up with the outer wall and continued around. Above her, guards and handlers conversing with themselves took a moment to leer down at her. "Enjoy your alone time because they're about to release the clients!" one of them chortled.
+That got Dawn's attention as she looked back towards the main building. Sure enough there were men all gathered around a gate where a handler was obviously reading something aloud. Each 'client' had this unmistakable hunger in their eyes as they all looked out towards the field, each picking out which girl they wanted for whatever time they had. Unease welled up in Dawn's gut as she'd seen that look all too often in her life.
+The gates were then thrown open and the clients spilled out into the field at a full run. The closest girls were snatched up quickly where they were promptly pinned to the ground and fucked hard. Some of the others actually made a sport out of it by making a token run for it only to be caught quickly, thrown on the ground, and then plowed by hard cocks that were making an effort to drop their seed into very fertile wombs.
+That then left Dawn and a couple of the other girls who might have accepted life here as a HuCow but not yet relished the idea of being bred. These girls took off at a full run in an effort to remain uncaptured. After watching one get caught, being brought down to the ground kicking and screaming, Dawn finally had the good sense to run for it herself. She darted for the woods that was on the far end of the field, ignoring the laughter and cat calls from the guards on the wall who told her that she was wasting her time and that she'd run back into the perimeter fence eventually. She didn't care. She owed it to Carla to keep fighting and keep resisting no matter what. She disappeared into the foliage and looked for a place to hide.
+She made it back to a stream. Not knowing where the hell to go or having any better options, she turned right and went to follow the flow up stream. Heavy boots thudded behind her and she squealed when she was suddenly tackled from behind. "Yer mine, bitch!" the man growled as they tumbled to the grass. Dawn kicked and screamed but ultimately she was pinned down, flat on her back, looking up at her assailant.
+Devoid of emotion on her face, she stared up impassively at him as he undid his jeans to whip his hard cock out. He plunged into her without any words between them, starting right back at her with a glint of victory in his eyes. He pinned her hands up above her head and proceeded to fuck her hard and fast until his seed flooded into her womb.
+God, or whatever, I hope I don't get pregnant from this creep... she thought as his cock let out the last little spurts of his cum that it had in it.
+***
+Carla's eyes widened and started to tear up as she struggled to maintain her composure. The hand on the back of her head was keeping her face-to-face with another girl that was being trained right along with her. The redhead stared right back at her with equally tear strained wide eyes as she struggled as well. Just like Carla, the redhead was being held in place as well. They were kneeling in frot of each other; nose to nose, and their lips were brushing up against each other while their breasts were pressed against one another.
+And there was a double ended dildo that was currently going deep down their respective throats.
+Finally, the hands released them and both Carla and the redhead pulled back, coughed, and gasped for breath as the dildo popped out and flopped onto the floor between their naked bodies. They probably would've made more of a fuss at this point but their hands were cuffed behind their backs. "Good, good," their client for the evening, a bounty hunter by the name of Nicholas said. "I do so love it when George and Martha let me break in their new arrivals." He mused while checking his watch. "Now, I only have time for one tonight since I have to be up early so let's see... Hm... blonde or redhead." He looked them both over as they looked up at him expectantly.
+"Blondie," he said at last, pointing at Carla. "Red, take a hike," he uncuffed her and shooed her on her way. The redhead looked relieved as she gathered up the skimpy harem outfit that was part of her 'uniform' and hastened out the door. "I like you, Blondie," Nicholas said, taking Carla by the hair and leading her back towards the bed. "Out of the two of you; you actually look like you want to be here."
+At the bed he bent her over the side and positioned himself behind her. She shuddered as his cock grazed her sex the moment his hips touched her bottom. "I like you because you're like me; you're here for a paycheck and you know how to get your job done. Red, back there, doesn't have it in her heart to be here, but you; you want to be here."
+"Yes, Master," Carla said sweetly, grounding her ass up against his hips.
+"Hmph," Nicholas smiled as he smacked her ass and plunged into her wet and waiting pussy. Carla gasped and moaned, more show than anything, as she rolled her hips back in time to meet his thrusts forward. She gripped his cock with her pussy every time he pushed into her and soon he was fucking her with reckless abandon, coming deep inside of her in no time at all. "Oh God, yes," he sighed as his cock exploded inside of her. "Damn that was good."
+"I'm glad that I can please Master," Carla said as he pulled out of her. He uncuffed her and the rolled onto the bed. She followed and curled up next to him.
+"You didn't get off," he noted.
+"No, Master, but I will be fine." She replied. Half true, anyway.
+"You should get off," he said, casually flicking his hand in the direction of her modest suite. Being an entry-level courtesan, Carla got a large suite that was easily the size of four standard size hotel rooms that were floors beneath her. "Masturbate for me while I lounge here," he said, settling down onto the bed.
+Carla beamed at him, determined to give him a good show while she was at it. She went to her ornate armoire where she stored her new tools of her trade. From the bottom she pulled out a large black box and placed it on the foot of the bed. Intrigued, Nicholas arched an eyebrow at her. She gave him a coy smile as she unlatched the top and spread it open. Inside was a large curved hump much like a horse saddle atop which was a peach colored ridge. Carla took the wire running from it and plugged it into a wall socket. "Last week, after my first night here and I agreed to be one of their girls, Master George and Mistress Martha gave this to me as I had given them the most enjoyable auditions that they'd had in a while. This is called a Sybian and it's my favorite toy to use to perform for others."
+While Nicholas watched with renewed interest, she replaced the ridge on top with one that had two dildos sticking up out of it. She used oil to lube them up and then used the oil to make sure her back passage was lubed as well. Then she clambered up onto the bed, straddling it, and lowered herself down onto the two dildos, moaning and sighing as they both penetrated her at the same time. Once she was settled with both of them deep inside of her, she reached for the control box and flipped it on. The sybian came to life at once "GAH!" she gasped, eyes widening as her clit, pussy, and ass were all stimulated at the same time. "Ohmygod..." she whimpered as the high speed vibrations thundered all throughout her body.
+"Interesting," Nicholas smiled, reaching for the control box. "Does this have a higher setting?"
+"Mmmm-hm," Carla affirmed as she bit her lip.
+"Well then, I want to see you ride this thing into oblivion." Nicholas said. Then he twisted the knob to a higher setting.
+"OH GOD!" Carla screamed, placing her hands on her head as the vibrations became more than she was used to. She arched her back and let out a long, loud "AHHHHHH," as her brain tried to cope with the stimulus. Then she sank into the pleasure and her hands came down to knead her own breasts. She rolled her nipples in between her fingers as she gyrated her hips back and forth on the sybian. "Ah, ah, AH," she cried out as she tried hard to keep the orgasm from coming. The more she fought it the faster it approached. Soon she was screaming at the top of her lungs as she reached her peak with it shattering through her body so hard that she had to plant her hands down onto the bed to steady herself. "Oh my god..." she muttered again, reaching for the control box.
+"Oh no," Nicholas chided her, bringing the control box just out of her reach. "I want to see how much of this you can take."
+Carla gave him a murderous look a half second before he twisted the knob again to ramp up the vibrations. She screamed half in pain, half in pleasure. The erotic vibrations coursing through her body were so intense on her sensitive loins that it was nearly painful. "AH GOD! Stop it please!" she half laughed-half cried, grabbing out for the control box.
+"Let's make a quick game out of this," Nicholas laughed, playfully keeping the control box from her. "I've gotten hard watching you on your toy here. You get me off one more time and I'll give you the box back. But until then, you keep riding that thing. Deal?" he asked, standing up in front of her.
+Carla reached out for him and nearly yanked him off balance as she pulled him closer, taking his hard member deep into her mouth. After the deep-throat exercises earlier, it was easy. She sucked him hard and fast, all the while whimpering at how mind-numbing the vibrations were between her legs. "MMMMMEPH!" She screamed at one point when she orgasmed a second time while giving him the blowjob of a lifetime.
+"DAMN!" Nicholas called out as he blew his wad at almost the same time. He came long and hard down her throat and Carla gulped down his seed like it was the last source of sustenance on the planet. He held her head in place while he came but she didn't care as she was in the middle of a third successive orgasm at that moment that came at the heels of the second one. When Nicholas finally collapsed, Carla snatched up the control box and turned the sybian off. She gingerly lifted herself up and off of the dual dildos before collapsing onto the bed besides Nicholas.
+The two of them lay there panting from their exertions, both covered in a sheen of sweat. Nicholas rolled his head over to look at her. "I'm definitely going to have to pay for your services again when I come back. I'm going to want to see how many of those you can take."
+"You do that," Carla gasped, "and I'm going to have to charge you extra per orgasm," she told him, looking back at him.
+"Deal."
+***
+Dawn wasn't sure if she was just getting used to the routine or if she was just jaded by it. For the past couple of weeks since she'd been let out of her fuckdoll prison and forced to endure the indignity of being milked, put out to pasture to endure the public fucking, brought in for exercises, and then milked again before being allowed a small amount of free time. Her monthly had come and gone but she noticed that her breasts were becoming rounder and fuller to the point of being painful.
+She didn't give up hope on the possibility of escape. After all, Carla would've done no less. Every day during open pasture time she'd make a break for the woods, mentally mapping out every nook and cranny that she could until she was captured and forced to fuck a client. All the while both the guards and Shepard himself would laugh at her futility.
+Now, she trudged back into the milking area for the evening session. Before she'd put up a fuss but now she just took her place on the stocks for her to be hooked up to the machines. She was too tired and too sore all around to make an issue about anything. "Heh," one of the farmers said as they locked Dawn down and attached the suctions to her swollen breasts, "looks like we finally broke the little filly here."
+"Only took us a damn month," another one said as he rammed the dildo up into her pussy. Dawn made no sound as she was cruelly penetrated. He switched the machine on to begin the fucking and the sucking.
+"Ahhhh," Dawn groaned with relief as her breasts were suckled upon by the steel rods. For some odd reason today it felt very pleasurable. She then found out why a moment later as the farmers said something that she'd been dreading to hear:
+"Hey look! She's finally started producing milk out of those udders!
+***
+[ Adjustments ]
+Clad in rhinestone studded collars, cuffs, ankle bracelets, and nipple pasties, Carla smiled and beckoned at Nicholas as he entered her suite. "Nice upgrade," he mused while Carla removed his duster from his shoulders to hang on a nearby hook. "And to think that just last week you were a couple of floors down." He let out a low whistle as he took the place in. "And back at the beginning of winter you were just a lowly entry level entertainer."
+"Well, your generous contributions toward my salary and your high recommendations certainly helped," Carla smiled at him. "I've entertained everyone from local governors to wealthy warlords."
+"You're practically a high level courtesan now," he noted as he crossed to the lounge area. "One more promotion I think that you'll be on the floor below the owners."
+"Master George and Mistress Martha have been very kind to me over the winter," Carla agreed. "Now enough about shop talk. You have engaged my services for the evening," she said, kneeling down at his feet between his legs once he took a seat that was overlooking the night cityscape of Vegas beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows next to them. "What do you want tonight?"
+"Dance and a blowjob for starters," Nicholas replied. "Then we can see what happens from there."
+"Whatever you want," Carla said as she moved over to an old jukebox to put some music on to dance to. She came back to stand in front of him and started swaying to the music while letting her hands drift up and down her body. As always; she pictured that it was Dawn touching and caressing her. A pang of regret stabbed through her as she thought of her lost lover and wondered how she was coping at the Farm. Dawn had to still be there. Carla held out hope that Dawn would escape but knew that without her, Dawn was probably as good as lost.
+"What's wrong?" Nicholas asked suddenly, snapping Carla out of her musings.
+Carla blinked at him, her eyes wide. "Nothing, why?" she recovered.
+"Liar," Nicholas frowned at her. "I probably know you better than anyone here save for George and Martha. You might be saying nothing is wrong with your mouth but your eyes," he pointed up at her head, "tell me that something is bothering you. So; what is it?"
+Deflated, Carla went and turned off the music before collapsing down into a lounge chair next to him. "It's my girlfriend," she sighed in desperation at last.
+"Red?" Nicholas jerked a thumb over his shoulder towards the door. "Did she not get promoted as well? We can always bring her in here if you want a playmate?"
+"No, not her," Carla waved that idea off. "A friend of mine... a girlfriend of mine from my home settlement back east. We'd been coming across the country together to get work here but we'd been waylaid along the way." She proceeded to tell him about the raiders, Lincoln, and then the Farm, pouring her heart out for the first time in God knows how long. By the time she'd finished at the part where she had to leave Dawn behind, she was in tears.
+It actually felt good to bare her soul for once to someone who'd listen.
+Nicholas took it all in thoughtfully, pausing the story every so often to ask the occasional question. Once she was done he looked her over and asked "What would you pay to get her back?"
+"Wh-what?" Carla blinked, not sure if she'd heard him correctly.
+"Well, I am a bounty hunter. This is kinda my thing. I bring the people back for a variety of reasons whether they are willing or otherwise," Nicholas spread his hands. "So I ask again; what would you pay or give to get Dawn back?"
+"Everything," Carla said in a hollow voice but with more conviction she'd felt in a long time. Motioning around to the lavish suite and all of her possessions she continued on. "All of this means nothing to me so long as Dawn is away from me. So you can have it all. I'd even be willing to be your personal slave so long as it meant that Dawn would be by my side serving you as well."
+Nicholas let out a low whistle. "Damn, and that's quite a fortune too." He commented, knowing how much she got from just him alone after the kickbacks to the casino and to the owners. He closed his eyes to think. "You said the Dairy Farm at the eastern entrance to the Rockies that would lead here, right?" Carla nodded. "I know the area. I've stayed there before. I can find her easily even if they traded her or sold her off to someone else.
+He then eyed her. "You're serious about this? You'd give me everything including yourself?"
+She nodded emphatically. "Absolutely. Everything I have is yours including my body if you so want it." She then had to add a confession to that. "I love her. I want her back with me."
+"Contract accepted then." He nodded with a smile. Then he reached out for her. "Come then, let's go to bed and then I'll head out first thing in the morning after I talk shop with George and Martha."
+Carla couldn't help but smile as Nicholas led her to the bed. Once there she gave him the fuck of a lifetime as she was filled with renewed hope in her chest.
+***
+Dawn shuddered as the last remnants of her orgasm coursed through her. She heard the fucking machine behind her get shut off and felt the two dildos in her ass and pussy subside within her. Then the sucking machine that was drawing the milk from her breasts fell silent and while the suction tubes were taken off. She let out a tiny sigh of relief as her swollen teats were given some respite. That was quickly followed by a small grunt as the two dildos were removed.
+She was released from the pillory and led by her leash over to where more handlers awaited her. After cleaning her up both inside and out she was put into her adornments for the morning event. It was the same event that had become something of a local spectacle as it was drawing in more and more crowds each day. By the time she was in her pony-girl getup, she could hear the muffled talking of Shepard outside as he worked the crowd up into a frenzy.
+"And here she is folks; the one that you've all been waiting for," Shepard announced to what had to be the largest crowd yet, "our prize heffer, Miss Elusive herself; DAWN!"
+With her arms bound in leather gloves up to her biceps straight behind her back, Dawn was led out of the barn blindfolded and gagged by a leash attached to her collar. Her thigh high leather boots didn't make a sound in the crisp grass with every step that she took. She could hear the roar of the crowd as she was pulled outside into the open field. It'd been a game that Shepard had developed over the winter months as Dawn proved to be more and more hard to catch and even harder to breed. She'd seen new girls captured and bred within weeks of arriving. Shepard found it odd that Dawn had yet to be impregnated and even odder that the number of men that have been able to catch her eventually dropped to zero.
+At first Shepard had personally interrogated her and even took her to his private chambers where he fucked her along with a new girl that he took from a merchant caravan that tried to go through. When that didn't work, Dawn spent another week as a fuckdoll. Finally, Shepard relented on learning why and turned it into the spectacle it was now when he found out that men were paying buckets of tabs to have a chance to catch and breed her. So much, in fact, that he'd even extended the condition that should someone catch her then they could fuck her all day and all night in the attempt to breed her. Further incentive would be that they got their tabs back in the process.
+Dawn's gag and blindfold was removed and she blinked to readjust to the light. Her handler turned her in a slow circle so that everyone could get a good look at her. In addition to the gloves and boots she had on a leather one piece that covered her torso from her neck down to her crotch. The twin mounds of her breasts strained against the leather making her look bustier than normal. Thankfully she'd just been milked so they didn't hurt at the moment. Her hair was done up in a high pony tail/topknot There were two openings in the bodysuit down between her legs; one for her pussy and one for her ass although her ass was currently plugged with a horse hair tail butt plug.
+She'd been turned into the perfect little pony-girl for today's sport.
+The men all hooted and hollered their approval at her looks as the handler undid the laces binding her arms behind her back. Dawn stretched and flexed them to get circulation back before eying the woods where she'd make her run at.
+While all of this was happening, Shepard was going over his rules with the crowd while his little blonde-haired slave knelt morosely at his feet. "If you find her; you fuck her. It's that simple. But then you have to truss her up and bring her back here so that we can give you a room for the day to fuck her brains out. No breaking bones. No permanent marks. No hitting. Spanking is fine but if she comes back with bruises that can't be attributed to normal tussling around then you'll have us to answer to!"
+Shepard then waved his hand towards Dawn and the other girls who were going to be hunted. "Alright girls; get going! Thirty seconds before we release the men."
+Dawn was already at a full run by the time that he'd said to get. It gave her approximately five extra seconds since Shepard didn't start his timer until he was done talking. Already she was halfway across the field having perfected her running over the winter. She had to admit that she was in the best shape of her life as the Farm kept her diet pure and kept her exercised. With the exception of the hormones that they kept injecting into her in order to keep her breasts producing milk, she was eating and living better than she was back at the settlement. At least she didn't have to scrounge for food.
+Already she was in the woods by the time the thirty seconds were up and the men were released to hunt them all down. She knew from experience that the rest of the girls would be ignored until she was either caught or if she was too hard to catch. Then they'd reluctantly turn to the others to fuck.
+A few twists, a couple of turns, one or two runs through streams and then a dash up the creek to where there was a small waterfall in a pool. She dove into the cold water without a second thought. With one powerful kick she sailed deeper into the pool finding the natural rock tunnel without even having to look for it. There she pulled her way through the rest of the distance while kicking to overcome the slight current that existed. Then she surfaced up into the dimly lit grotto just beyond the outer rock face.
+Dawn pulled herself up onto the small shore that existed by the water's edge and laid down onto one of the flat rocks with her arms splayed wide out. It was her only time during the day to relax and let her mind be totally at ease. Before she let herself zone out she had two things to do. The first was to grab for one of the roots coming in from the rock ceiling above her that was easily identifiable to anyone of this day and age. She took a bite out of the tooth whittled end of RadRoot and chewed. Then as she swallowed it, she reset her time stones that she had placed where the only beam of light came in from overhead.
+It was how she'd found the place to begin with some months ago. Her foot had sunk into the dirt above into a hole between the boulders. She'd been checking it out and was subsequently caught by a client but at that point in time she didn't care. She'd found something and she was bound and determined to explore it to its fullest. Dawn smiled every time as she thought about that day as she was busy peering down the hole while the client was busy fucking her from behind while she was down on all fours. As Carla would say: Stupo!
+With her chores done, Dawn laid back down onto the rock and let her mind drift. She couldn't help but think of Carla and wonder where she was at and wonder what she was doing. I hope that she made it to Las Vegas.
+Just thinking of Carla made Dawn wet and instilled the desire to want to touch herself. Dawn's hands sank down to the opening in the bodysuit for her pussy where she proceeded to finger herself to a quick orgasm. God, I miss her...
+***
+The large muscle man standing behind Carla pounded her long and hard with his large cock. Carla screamed in ecstasy with each thrust into her as every time he did so she would be driven up to her tip toes. Her breasts moved back and forth along the silk sheets, teasing her nipples as they tore across the fabric. His big, beefy hands seemed to almost totally encircle her waist as he pulled her towards him every time he shoved his hips forward.
+Carla came first, screaming as the climax tore through her and she continued to scream as Benton, as he went by around Vegas, still pounded her from behind as he had yet to get off. Her pussy expanded and contracted around his large shaft as it quivered with passion. She became delirious and high off of the ongoing orgasm. Then his cock exploded inside of her and she squealed at a very high decibel, her toes now curling as her body went right into a second orgasm just as the first was starting to ebb.
+Benton easily held her in place as her legs jerked and her body went into another fit of spasms. Her hands bunched up the sheets and she buried her face into the bedding as she continued to yell. His hot cum flooded deep into her womb. It filled up with every throb and pulse of his cock until she was so fill that it started to dribble out a bit. When he was finally coming down off of his peak, he collapsed on top of her briefly. "Damn, that was a good fuck," he breathed, nipping at the back of her neck. "I think that you're getting better every time."
+"Mmmmm, I live to please, Master." Carla breathed, humming with pleasure as it continued to radiate out from her loins to cover her whole body.
+"I mean it," Benton said, turning her head so that he could plant a kiss on her lips. "I'll put in a good tip for you. I'm just sorry that I can't afford your rates for all night."
+"As am I," Carla replied with all sincerity, kissing him back. He pulled out of her and let her go. She straightened up and then fetched a towel to clean herself off of the cum still dribbling out of her before crossing back to him to roll his cock around in the towel as she then cleaned him off.
+"Ohhh, God girl; stop it. You'll get me hard again." Benton groaned.
+"I'm sure that I could get you off just as quick," Carla smiled playfully before bending over to kiss the tip of his cock before taking him entirely into her mouth to clean the last bit of residue of their combined juices off of him.
+"Tempting, but I have to get to work." Benton said with dismay as he resisted the urge to throw her back onto the bed to take her again. "Maybe tomorrow?"
+"I look forward to it then," Carla raised up to her tiptoes to plant a kiss on his cheek before helping him dress and showing him to the door. She then returned to the center of her suite to her bathing area with a bounce in her step. She'd been giddy, and extremely horny, ever since Nicholas left on his journey to get Dawn and it has shown with every client that she'd serviced since then. Every one of them noticed the change in her and had tipped accordingly.
+Carla was relaxing in her bath when there was a knock at her door. Frowning, as she wasn't expecting any clients for the rest of the evening, she wondered who it was. She grabbed a robe on her way out of the bath, wrapping it around her body as she crossed back to the entryway. "Mistress Martha!" she exclaimed when she saw her employer standing there with crossed arms. "This is a surprise. Please, come in!"
+"Thank you, darling," Martha replied as she stepped in. The moment Carla closed the door behind them, Martha wheeled on her. "Are you unhappy here?"
+Carla was taken aback. "What? No!"
+"Then why did you enter into an agreement with Nicholas Caine? What is it that you're having him do that caused him to come to our suite this morning before leaving to let us know that he had a contract from you to retrieve someone?"
+"Because I saw a chance to get my girlfriend back and I took it," Carla said, suddenly feeling guilty. "I can't go back there for her and Nicholas offered to do so."
+Martha crossed her arms. "And you're willing to throw all this away?"
+"Yes," Carla nodded. "I've started with nothing before so I have no problem letting it all go. If I have to give up all of this to get Dawn back... then... then so be it." A tear trickled down her cheek as the guilt tore her up inside. Martha deserved better and had her loyalty but she'd known Dawn far longer. "I love her," she added.
+Breaking, Martha nodded and gathered Carla up into a hug. "I know, Darling." She whispered into Carla's ear. "And George and I have grown fond of you which is why we're looking out for you. You're one of our girls and we want to take care of you, dear."
+"I'm sorry to have dropped this on you suddenly," the tears were now flowing down her hot cheeks. "But I couldn't pass this up."
+"It's okay. Really; it is." Martha had tears brimming as well. "Do you know what arrangement Nicholas has entered in with us regarding you?" Carla shook her head. "I won't bore you with the details and nuances," Martha wiped at her eyes, "But he will continue his job as a bounty hunter but will live here at the Sands. You and your girlfriend will be his personal slaves, owned by him, but George and I will be allowed to continue to use you as our courtesans whenever he is out on a contract. You and Dawn will receive pay but it will be at a reduced rate as to what you've grown used to as a good percentage of it will now go to us and Nicholas."
+Martha gave Carla an even look. "Now; does that sound like something that you can live with since the deal has already been made?"
+Carla nodded. "It's actually a better deal than I'd thought would happen," she admitted.
+"Good. Now come upstairs with me. The movers are going to be here shortly to move your things up to the new suite that you'll live at under Nicholas' care."
+***
+Five days after leaving Vegas and from his vantage point in the stands, Nicholas watched as time counted down to zero. A loud bell rang out across the Farm signifying the end of the herd's free time outside. Men got up from whatever woman they'd been ravishing and got dressed while the women got up and returned to the main double doors of the barn. Last to arrive after coming out from the woods was the infamous Dawn herself. He'd watched the spectacle that Shepard made by parading Dawn out in front of everyone and offering very lucrative bounties should someone actually luck out and catch Dawn.
+From what he'd observed of everything; people were paying an exuberant amount of tabs to just have a shot at breeding Dawn. But Dawn was hiding somewhere in the woods that people couldn't find. His eagle eyes took in every detail about the young redhead that he could from the pony getup that she wore, to the way she walked, to the way she held herself; everything. Once Dawn was herded inside, Nicholas got up and walked inside of the building.
+He was on the upper observation deck looking down at the girls as they were being cleaned off and readied for the noon time meal. Around him, men who'd either watched and men who'd participated talked about the day's event and their dismay at failing to catch the feisty redhead yet again. Nicholas made his way towards the administrative area after taking one last look at Dawn. There he found Shepard.
+Nicholas introduced himself and Shepard welcomed him to the Farm. They moved to Shepard's office where his petite, blonde slave was kneeling next to the ornate wooden desk. She was shy and apprehensive around him. Nicholas gave her a cursory glance as he sat down before getting down to business. "I have a proposition for you," he said.
+"I'm always willing to do business with someone of your stature." Shepard smiled. When Nicholas cocked his head in an inquisitive manner, Shepard's smile broadened. "You don't get into my position without knowing a few things. Your reputation has spread from coast to coast. So; what can I do for you?"
+"I would like to purchase Dawn off of you." Nicholas said flatly.
+Shepard let out a bark of laughter. "Out of the question. You couldn't afford her."
+"You'd be surprised what I can and can't afford," Nicholas retorted, maintaining an even voice. "Look; I have papers on her," which was slang that there was a bounty out on her, "and I will be taking her in. Now if you know anything about me as you claim; you'll know that I'll bring her in one way or another. So the options you have now is to either profit from it or get nothing from it."
+"What do you propose to do?" Shepard asked in amusement.
+"Option A: You give her to me. Option B: I take her with me." Nicholas said simply. "What's your pleasure?"
+"I'll take C: I'll keep the girl and you take a hike," Shepard said, turning sour. "There's no way you can take her from here alone. So do your worst; please." He said. "I dare you to."
+"Challenge accepted."
+***
+Nicholas turned off the engine to his open cage cross country buggy and pulled up on the parking brake. He stepped out onto the top of the hill overlooking the Farm. He looked back at it, shook his head in disgust, and then walked down the slight decline to where a conglomeration of men was there waiting for him from all walks of life.
+All of them were the leaders of the local towns, villages, nomad groups, and raider gangs that he'd done business with in the past. Despite their range of backgrounds and their distrust of one another, they all had one thing in common;
+They all owed Nicholas a favor.
+"So," a tall man in old army issued power armor said with a smirk on his face. "I take it that Shepard turned you down since you don't have the girl with you?"
+"Well, that's the bad news for me," Nicholas admitted, "but it is good news for you all." He unslung the backpack from his shoulder and tossed it into the center of the circle of men. The jingling caught everyone's attention. "Inside that bag is two million caps as verified by the Bank of Las Vegas. I want you all to attack the Farm in two days, kill the men inside, and burn the place to the ground. You'll receive this bag after I get out of there with my girl."
+"You mentioned a bonus," another man wearing road leathers with extra metal plates on the chins and forearms said. "What's the bonus in this?"
+Nicholas pointed back at the Farm. "The bonus is that you get to keep any women you capture. The only one reserved for me is Dawn. Everyone else is fair game."
+"Why two days from now?" A weathered looking native that looked like he could've been Geronimo or Sitting Bull reincarnated asked. "Why wait?"
+"They're going to be on alert for the rest of today and all of tomorrow. They'll be on the lookout two days from now from being on edge but they will not be expecting it. I'll sneak in tomorrow before their Free Time starts so that I can locate Dawn and her hiding place. Once I'm there, on the second day when Dawn hides, I'll be there waiting for her. That night, you all attack because they'll be too busy combing the area for her."
+There were nods all around at the wisdom of the plan. Nicholas looked over at a rather unassuming looking man. "You got the items I requested?"
+He tossed a duffel bag at him and Nicholas caught it. "One complete pony-girl outfit courtesy of the Farm. Why the hell did you want this anyway?"
+"Backup plan," Nicholas said, opening the duffel to make sure that everything that he'd asked for was inside. Nodding, he thanked the man who was the best scrounger in the region. "Alright gents," he reached down and picked up the payment backpack to sling back over his shoulder. "See you back here, midnight, two nights from now. Enjoy."
+Nicholas got back into his buggy and drove off. He took a roundabout route that took him off to the north end of the Farm's immense property. He lumbered through the woods and up a ridge before finding a good place to stash his ride. Then he took out some camouflage netting and threw it over his buggy. After that he snagged the duffel and his traveling backpack and then started hiking back in the direction in the farm.
+After about an hour he came to the Farm's perimeter chain linked fence. He found a good place to hunker down out of sight from the path that was on the inside. There, he watched for a half hour before a pair of guards came walking by while on patrol. Nicholas noted the time and continued waiting. Forty-Five minutes after that, the same pair came back walking the opposite direction. Nicholas noted the time again. Another Forty-Five minutes and the same patrol again, going in the original direction.
+Once they were gone, Nicholas moved up to one of the poles in the fence. He took out a small pair of wire snips and made a few cuts from the ground on up to about a foot or two from the top. He pushed his backpack and duffle on through before sliding through himself. Nicholas made sure the fence looked the same before grabbing his bags and moving on.
+***
+Dawn was done up in a glittering silver bikini with matching boots this time when she was marched out to face the crowd. Today she found herself searching the stands and the crowd for the mysterious man who'd been watching for the past week. Normally she wouldn't concern herself with another face in the crowd but this man had her attention as he wasn't part of the hooting and hollering crowd. He never shouted or cheered or anything. He simply... watched. What was more, he seemed to be entirely focused on her instead of the legion of other girls that were out and frolicking about.
+But he wasn't in the stands this time. Mentally shrugging, she put the mysterious stoic man from her mind and concentrated on her run. No sooner than Shepard said "Alright Dawn," she was off and running. After all, what's the worst they could do to her? Put her in that damn fuckdoll outfit again? Spank her? They already hook her up to a milking and fucking machine twice a day and force her to have orgasms and inject her with hormones. The guards have her on a nightly basis and she's had to fuck Shepard more times than she cared to count. So if she took off early, what the hell more could they do to her?
+She found her way to the waterfall and the pool and dove in, easily swimming through to her place of solace where she let all of her cares ebb away.
+***
+Nicholas frowned when Dawn didn't resurface immediately. He checked his watch and waited from his hiding place. Over the course of the night he relocated to a good vantage point where he could see the main compound and the staging area for the Farm's free time. He watched Dawn's crossing of the field and shadowed Dawn all the way to the waterfall.
+There was rustling in the woods as the men who'd paid to participate in the hunt tore through the undergrowth. Nicholas pulled the small personal camo blanket that he had up and over his head and waited. The hunters moved all through forest and Nicholas noted that they were moving very fast and not taking too much care in looking in obvious hiding spaces.
+Waiting the entire two hours, and after the hunting men had all left, Nicholas stayed longer and kept his eyes fixated on the pool. The ending bell sounded and Dawn resurfaced from the middle of the water. She stepped out, wrung out her hair as much as possible, and took off back for the Farm.
+Once she was gone, Nicholas moved from his hiding spot, leaving his bags behind. He even stripped down to his boxers and jumped in. It took a couple of dives but he eventually found a passageway in the rock that was just big enough for him to fit through. Another trip to the surface and this time he went through to find a cave grotto on the other end. Looking around, he saw little stones set on top of one flat rock with little hash marks and dates that were close to the sunbeam. Then he found more hash marks that were set in sets of seven with the first of which had Carla's name marking the first one.
+"Holy shit," Nicholas breathed. "So this is how she does it. Clever girl." He couldn't help but be amazed at the ingenuity that Dawn demonstrated in finding this place and keeping time so that she wouldn't arouse suspicion.
+Moving quickly, Nicholas swam back out, got his clothes to stuff them into the backpack, and then swam back into the grotto. "She'll be in for a surprise tomorrow," he chuckled as he got his clothes out and settled down for the day.
+***
+The next day Dawn was paraded out in the same outfit as yesterday but this time cuffs and anklets that jingled a lot were added so that she'd make more noise as she moved. Not that it'll help them... she thought with an inward smile. The moment Shepard gave her leave, she was off and running, jingling across the field the entire way.
+She got to her pool and dived in and kicked once to sail through the rock tunnel up into her grotto. Dawn let out a sigh of relief as she pulled herself out to sit down onto her rock. The only problem was that something didn't feel right. Her developing sixth sense told her that something, or someone, was watching her. She felt unease creep up inside of her.
+"Hi," a man's deep voice said, causing her to look up with fright. "How are ya?"
+Before she could scream, the man's hands shot out and clamped her mouth and the back of her head. "Shush! I'm not going to hurt you but you need to be quiet or else the clients will find us here," he warned her in a whisper. "It only takes them a minute to be all over this area. Okay?" Dawn nodded and gave a whimper of affirmation. "I'm going to remove my hand. You're not going to scream, are you?" he asked. She shook her head no and he let go of her.
+Dawn looked up at him and got a real good look at him. "You're that man in the stands that has been watching me all week."
+"Very good," he said with a smile and a bow of his head. "You're more perceptive than you let on. That's good. My name is Nicholas. Carla hired me to find you and bring you to her."
+Dawn's eyes widened and her breathing hitched at the mention of her lover's name. But did she dare to hope? What if this was an elaborate ruse on Shepard's part to catch her and find her hiding spot. "Prove it," she challenged him.
+"She said that you'd want proof. She wanted me to tell you that she remembered the last words that you'd said to her when she said that she'd come back for you: You told her no and that she should keep going and not stop. She wanted you to know that she hasn't stopped living for you."
+Overcome with emotion, Dawn burst into tears. Nicholas clamped his hand over her mouth again to muffle her crying. "Shh! There's time for that later! Now hush up!"
+"Sorry," Dawn sniffled, dropping her voice to a whisper. "It's just that... that... I'd all but given up hope!"
+"You kept some semblance of sanity," Nicholas pointed out, indicating her makeshift timekeeping device and calendar. He sat on the flat rock near her. "I should point out that Carla paid me a good sum of tabs to get you."
+"How much?"
+"Up to and including her freedom... and yours," Nicholas said. "The agreement was that she gave me every tab that she owned and she would be my personal slave so long as you were my slave as well and that you two served alongside of each other." He held up a hand to forestall the slew of questions that came to her mind. "I'm not a fan of owning slaves so I made an arrangement with her employers at the Sands Casino. For protection; I'd own you two and I'd have your services for free whenever I came back home to my new penthouse suite that I bought with Carla's tabs. You two will work as courtesans at the Sands in my absence. The problem being that you're going to be paid less since the owners will get a percentage and I'll get a percentage as your owner."
+He eyed her. "Now, I will take you back to Carla either way. But I want your thoughts on this. How do you feel about this arrangement?"
+Dawn thought it over. "What if I decide that I don't want to be your slave?"
+"I'll take you back to Carla, take the payment, and you can Carla are free to do your own thing." He shook his head. "I don't believe in owning a person without their consent. If you're going to be a slave again, it will be of your own will. If you take me up on mine and Carla's deal; yes you will be my slave to do with as I please so long as I never resell you. That was never on the table. I can only release you from your servitude. I can't sell you to anyone else." Nicholas smirked. "Not that I would want you. I've grown fond of Carla and you're definitely pleasing to the eyes."
+They talked in whispers for some time and Dawn found herself liking Nicholas more and more. She could see why Carla trusted him. Then her eyes widened when she heard the sound of the recall bell. "Oh my God! Noon! I'm going to be late for recall!" she gasped, getting up in a panic. In talking with her mysterious man; she'd lost all sense of time.
+Nicholas grabbed her by the shoulders and gently pushed her down to sit. "You're not going back, remember?" he said with a wink and a smile. "How long before they start looking?"
+"Uhm... half an hour? Maybe?" she thought it over. "If the count doesn't match they'll sound a second recall in about five minutes. A third one in ten. They'll recount... that takes about five minutes... and then they'll see who exactly is missing. That takes about ten minutes for them to verify before they form search parties to head out."
+"Know this from experience?" Nicholas asked wryly.
+"Only once. Sometimes the clients either get overzealous in taking their woman of the day or sometimes a client tries to make off with one." Dawn admitted.
+"Okay, so if you're the one they're looking for; figure on a rapid response. I'll give them about twenty minutes." He made a grabbing motion with his hand. "Gimmie your clothes and jewelry. I got an idea."
+"Oh... okay..." Dawn said, hastily stripping off everything while Nicholas shucked off his shirt. He grabbed up all of Dawn's items and allowed himself one good lingering look up and down Dawn's now nude body before heading for the water.
+"Don't go anywhere." He said with a wink as he grabbed a blanket and something that looked like scissors. And then he was gone under the water.
+***
+Nicholas surfaced in the pool under the waterfall and headed southwest. He ran through the foliage intentionally creating a path. Occasionally he took Dawn's shoes and made a footprint or two and made sure to snag her garments and bling on outreaching branches. Every so often he'd drop one of the pieces of jewelry to make it look like Dawn was making a run for it.
+When he got to the perimeter fence, he cut a hole small enough for someone Dawn's size to fit through. For added effect he made it look like Dawn snagged a shoe and her bikini bottom on the fence as if she'd scrambled through in a hurry. Then to complete the image of haste, he threw the remaining shoe over the fence into the woods and then hung her bikini top on a branch that would be about chest level for her where she would've broken out of the woods and onto the perimeter trail.
+Then he found a good tree to climb up. He got one with a good view of the area, broke out his thin camo blanket from his back pocket and hunkered down while covered in it. After thinking about it for another moment, he chucked his wire snips over towards the opening to make it look like Dawn had dropped them.
+Approximately ten minutes later, the guards were in the area. Nicholas checked his watch. Twenty minutes... called it.
+"Over here!" A guard shouted. "I found her bra!" Moments later guards were swarming the area looking for more clues and they found the hole in the fence.
+"Fuck!" one swore.
+"Goddamn it!" another guard said.
+"Shepard's not going to like this," one guard who looked like he was in charge said. "You, you, you," he pointed to three in quick succession. "Over the fence! See if you can pick up her trail! The rest of you, back to base and mount up for search parties. Go! Go! Go!"
+After they were gone and all of Dawn's clothes had been taken away by the guards, Nicholas dropped out of the tree and made his way back to the pool. He swam back into the grotto and found that Dawn was still there. "Well?" she asked apprehensively.
+"My ruse worked." Nicholas said, getting out of the water. "They think that you're outside of the perimeter fence and heading southwest."
+"So we can leave then?" Dawn asked with hope in her voice.
+Nicholas shook his head. "Not yet. We're leaving tonight once a few of my friends get here to ruin Shepard's party." He grinned at her. "So we have some time to ourselves down here while the guards are all out tearing the countryside apart for you."
+Dawn shared his grin and then she laid back onto the flat stone, spreading herself out until she was spread eagled on the rock. "Well; maybe we should adhere to Shepard's edict then?" She let out a laugh when he gave her a confused look. "You caught me! You get to have me!"
+"I hope that this means that you're accepting the terms that Carla and I agreed to?" Nicholas grin broadened into a warm smile as he moved to lay right beside her.
+"You could've forced yourself on me at any time since I came in here and yet all we've done is talk and you've thrown the Farm off of my trail." Dawn explained, looking up at him as he propped himself up on an elbow. "By all rights in my book; that makes me yours anyway. So 'to the victor goes the spoils', I believe they say?"
+"Works for me," Nicholas said, moving his hand up her body to place upon her rose tipped breast. He gently squeezed while leaning down to kiss her full on the mouth. His tongue probed her lips and slowly sought out her own tongue. The mingled inside of her mouth and she moaned.
+When they broke off the kiss, Dawn was looking up at him in a new light. "Take me, Master," she whispered, shuddering at the thought of willingly giving herself over to this man that she'd just met. Inside, she was a torrent of emotions. Her and Carla had worked so hard to keep themselves free and here they were giving their fates over to this man. But then again, outside of the Governor of Lincoln, this was the only man within their age range who'd shown any kind of compassion toward them.
+Nicholas moved over top of her, the crotch of his jeans pressing against her sex. She shuddered underneath of him again as his bulk settled onto her body. He reached down to undo his pants and pull his cock out. He was already hard, having attained that state once she'd spread herself out for him. Licking his lips in anticipation, he brought his cock up to her wet and waiting opening and then sank down into her.
+Dawn's hands shot up to grip his biceps as his cock slowly burrowed into her. She arched into him and sighed. She couldn't remember the last time, if any, any man had actually been tender and loving like this. Normally it was a fast, hard, and often violent fuck. This... this was something different and she found herself liking it. Her nails sunk into his skin as their loins merged together. Instinctually, she brought her legs up to grip his sides with her knees and her thighs.
+Once he was fully entrenched inside of her was when he began to move. He made slow, gentle thrusts, making sure to grind his hips down into hers each time. His cock slowly moved past her clit making her moan into his mouth as he resumed kissing her. She threw her arms up around his neck and held him as close as possible as some primal instinct to want to please her protector overcame her. Her breasts were crushed against his bard, hard, muscular chest. Her body seemed to ache for his as their passionate lovemaking got into the right rhythm.
+His cock became engorged a half second before it spurt forth its contents into her. It seemed to throb endlessly inside of her and Dawn found herself clamping her pussy around him as to not miss a drop of it. Then her body exploded into the most powerful orgasm ever and her pussy quivered, eager to milk his cock for every drop it could get from it. She let out a squeal and then a long sigh of relief as the climax washed over her.
+When they were both done they were still holding each other, trembling, while looking into the other's eyes. "Mine," he grumbled out as he seemed to peer right into her soul.
+"Master," Dawn agreed meekly, before pulling him as close to her as possible. As they drifted off to a nap, her eyes tracked over to the RadRoot that she now realized that she'd neglected to suckle from earlier. No... she thought to herself. That is Nicholas' call now for I am his...
+***
+[ Delivery ]
+Dawn woke up from her nap to find Nicholas grabbing things out of a duffel bag and placing them down in a certain order. As the fog cleared from her mind she saw what it was. It was one of the pony girl leathers that the Farm used for their chariots when they went from town to town. Since they didn't have horses they used teams of women bound up in the black leather body suits to do the pulling for them. She gave Nicholas a worried glance. "What's this for?" She asked while massaging her swollen teats.
+"Escape Plan H," Nicholas said. "With no pun intended."
+"Plan H?" she asked in shock. "Is there a plan M? Or a plan Q?"
+"Yeah, I'm injured in plan M and near death in plan Q." Nicholas retorted. He looked at her with a lopsided smile. "My plan A was to just convince Shepard that he should give you to me. Plan B was to buy you. Plan C was to steal you by myself. Plan D involved us going out the way I came in. Plan E was going out a different way. I made plans F and G on the fly by using your clothes to throw off their searching. So now we're down to H."
+"Wow... you've really thought this through. So why the full pony suit?"
+"Because I'm going to walk you out during the confusion," Nicholas said. "Now let's get you into this and I'll explain."
+"I... I can't..." Dawn said, still rubbing her breasts. "I-I'm full. I need to be milked."
+"Oh..." he blinked. "Okay... Uhm... Get on all fours and I'll do it," Nicholas frowned as he looked around for something to catch it and came up with a couple of towels to place under her. "We can't have any leakage while we're doing this. If it trickles out of this grotto the jig will be up." Dawn looked relieved as she moved to her hands and knees with her full, heavy tits hanging down under her. Nicholas fumbled a bit with the motions but eventually managed to get her breasts drained of its nurturing fluid.
+Once he was done, and after commanding her to take care of any other bodily functions, they started with the leather torso of the pony suit. Unlike the one that she'd worn for the Free Time Hunt, this one came with two dildos in the crotch that would fill her up to the point of being uncomfortable. Nicholas got her legs into the two holes then paused to vigorously finger her until she was dripping wet. He then used her juices to lube the dildos up and then eased them into her. She gasped and moaned as the rubber phalluses slid into her and plugged her up. Dawn looked up at him, panting and gasping with a pained look on her face.
+Nicholas saw her sensual agony and gave her a reassuring smile. "I'll take care of you properly once we're out of here," he said, kissing her tenderly. Then he rolled the suit up her body, pausing to reach inside to clamp her nipples to the inside of the breast molds. Dawn whined and whimpered and he shushed her this time while he zipped it up all the way up her back to the collar.
+Then it was time for the boots. The only difference with these thigh high boots and the ones she'd worn a few days ago was that these had her toes pointing downward and ended as hooves, not feet. "I can't swim with these on," she noted.
+"I'll guide you out," Nicholas said. "It's no different than me swimming through that hole with all of this in the duffel bag anyway. Here, put the gloves on, I'll lace them up behind your back once we're out of the water. Everything else can wait."
+"I wish I could get off in this thing," Dawn complained, wiggling in emphasis. The wiggling swished the leather horse tail that was attached to the butt plug up her ass.
+"I'll make it up to you, promise," Nicholas said, getting hard at the sight of her in all that leather and knowing how sexually frustrated it made her.
+She saw this and went up onto her knees. Looking up at him with big, innocent eyes, she took his cock out and started sucking him off. "Damn, girl, we don't have time for this," he moaned. A part of his mind told him to shut the fuck up and enjoy it.
+Dawn pulled back and stroked him while adopting an equally innocent tone. "But Master should be focused on getting his slave to safety and not worried about silly things like being hard."
+He wanted to be mad at her but couldn't fault her absurd logic. Instead he grabbed the back of her head and thrust his hips forward, slamming his cock back down her throat hard. She took it easily and sucked on him hard until he blew his wad down her gullet. Dawn expertly drank every last drop of his cum until he went limp. "Holy fuck... that was good." He breathed as he stuffed his cock back into his pants.
+"Told you," Dawn said, smiling, "So when do we know when to move?"
+Nicholas checked his watch. It was almost midnight. He fetched some glow sticks from his backpack and cracked them. Shaking them hard to get them going. He handed one to Dawn. "When we get in the water you keep one hand on my ankle and the other on this. Worst case you should be able to pull yourself through, got it? If anything happens to me; you get your ass to the hill that is due east from here that overlooks the roads that approach the Farm. Tell them who you are and they will take care of you."
+"Won't they expect payment of some sort?"
+"Yeah, so tell them that my buggy is parked in the woods north of here." Nicholas said. "The payment bag is there. You ready?"
+Dawn shook her head, fear suddenly gripping her. "No."
+"Good. Let's go." Nicholas led her into the water and then dove in with her. Dawn followed obediently, gripping his leg as instructed and allowing herself to be pulled through the rock tunnel.
+They surfaced on the other end. The woods looked entirely different now that night had settled. Nicholas led her to the shore where he then hastily completed the getup for her; lacing her gloves together behind her back so they were immobilized straight backwards. Then he blindfolded and gagged her and attached a leash to her collar. "You do nothing but follow my lead. Trust me and I'll get you out of this to Carla. Got it?" He growled. Dawn nodded her shaky assent to his instructions.
+Nicholas hastily donned his shirt, stuffed the now empty duffel into the backpack, and then threw the backpack on over his shoulders. He then grabbed up Dawn's leash. "Kneel," he told her. Even though she was confused, Dawn did as she was ordered.
+Checking his watch, Nicholas counted down the minutes and then looked off in the direction of the main compound. Right on time an explosion blossomed up, followed by a couple of other, illuminating the night sky. "Now we can go." He said happily. "Stand. Follow." He added to Dawn with a tug of her leash. She got up and put her trust into him.
+Nicholas went straight for his original hole in the fence. As expected; he ran into the perimeter patrol within a few minutes. "Hey! You! Who the hell are you?" one asked.
+"I'm one of the handlers and we're under attack!" Nicholas said, adding a touch of panic and desperation to his voice. "I was out punishing this one when Shepard ordered all of us to head for the woods to keep the ponies safe!"
+The two guards looked uncertainly at each other but then another explosion punctuated Nicholas' prior statement. "Well?" he waved an exasperated hand towards the direction of the compound. "Are ya going to go help defend the Farm or not? There's going to be more of us heading this way ya know!"
+"Okay! Okay!" The second guard said, now convinced. "Head back towards the rear gate and wait for another guard to come and open it. You'll be safe there. No one knows about it!" They then took off in a full run towards the compound.
+Once they were gone, Nicholas opened his flap in the fence and had Dawn crawl through. He then joined her on the other side, leading her through the darkened woods right to where he was parked at. He threw back the camo netting, stashed it, and then trussed Dawn up in the back seat of his buggy. "If you hear anyone from the Farm talking to me; keep with the cover story. You're one of the ponies and not one of the herd. Got it?" He whispered to her. She nodded and he hopped into the driver's seat to drive off to the rendezvous point.
+Nicholas took a long, roundabout route back to the hilltop. The flames from the Farm were now raising high into the sky and there were people running and tearing about in absolute pandemonium. Some were fleeing the Farm in stark terror as they fled the carnage of the attack. The attackers however, were killing any men they came across and were making off with the women.
+Back at the hilltop, Nicholas ran into the man in the power armor first who was sporting Shepard's favorite blonde slave pet trussed up and draped over one of his shoulders. Her short legs dangled over the emblem of his unit called 'Retributionists'. "I see you managed to find a trophy." Nicholas quipped.
+"Took her from Shepard himself," the Retributionist smiled, "right after I put two through his head. "Besides," he patted the blonde's ass affectionately and surprisingly gently with the powered gauntlet, "I think that she likes the change of ownership."
+"To each their own," Nicholas said, cocking his head to get a good look at the petite blonde. She looked right back at him and looked more relieved now than when he'd last seen her in Shepard's company. He reached for the payment bag and tossed it to him. "You're an honorable man. I trust you to divvy this up."
+He nodded solemnly, catching the bag in his other hand. "Will do. Always a pleasure doing business with you."
+"Likewise."
+***
+The front double doors to the grand suite in The Sands opened up, causing Carla to jump off of the bed in giddy anticipation. It'd been nearly two weeks since Nicholas had left and other than George and Martha, he'd be the only person opening this door without knocking first. The suite she was in now was surpassed in size and lavishness only by the owner's suite that she'd first been in when they'd taken her in.
+"DAWN!" Carla screeched with glee as she saw the familiar redhead once again as she preceded Nicholas through the doors. Dawn was wearing road leather jeans and a baggy T-shirt. Tears filled both of their eyes as they embraced and kissed one another. They clung to each other tightly as if afraid they'd be separated once again.
+Then the blubbering came as they related their respective ordeals to the other which was followed by more kissing and crying and hugging and carrying on. During all of this, Nicholas moved to the lounge chairs by the balcony so that he could give the girls their little reunion time. Eventually they moved to the same area to sit in a small love sofa, both of them scarcely believing their good fortune.
+"At least no other women will fall victim to that horrible place anymore," Carla said at long last with a wrinkle of her nose.
+Nicholas half shrugged. "Hard to say. There's a power vacuum in the area now and people will scramble to fill it. I'd seen some of the now departed Shepard's goons escaping with some of their captives so they might have a fall back point as was alluded to me when I bolted with Dawn," he explained. Then he eyed the two girls. "So; Dawn is back here with you and I see that George and Martha moved you to my newly purchased suite with everything that you'd given to me... save for one item."
+"Yes," Carla nodded, "a deal is a deal provided that Dawn is staying here with me."
+"I am," Dawn matched her nod. "Nicholas explained the deal to me and I accepted."
+"Well then?" Nicholas took two black choker collars out that had little heart lockets on them in each of his hands. "Come over here and become my property."
+Carla and Dawn shared a look and a nod. Without even speaking they stood up together and stripped down. Carla was wearing nothing but a simple ivory robe and just shucked it off of her shoulders for it to pool on the ground around her feet. Dawn pulled off the T-Shirt and then undid her jeans to let it fall to the floor as well. She took an extra moment with the shoes she was wearing until she was as equally naked as Carla was. Then they dropped to their knees and crawled across the tiled floor to him where they then knelt patiently.
+Nicholas affixed the collar around Carla's neck, and then Dawn's neck. He gave them both a gentle, yet loving kiss as he collared them. He then sat back in his seat and indicated his jeans. "Come on now, I want to start enjoying you two until I have to go out on another job. The girls quickly undid his pants and got his hardening cock out. They shared a wicked look with each other as they then kissed each other over top of it before lowering themselves down, their lips covering each side of it as they slid down his length.
+"Geez-US!" Nicholas gasped. "Where'd you two learn that move at?" he wondered aloud as they moved their lips up and down his cock in tandem.
+"Where do you think?" Carla harrumphed, reaching out to feel up one of Dawn's plump breasts. Dawn, in the meantime, had her hands out and was playing with Carla's pussy. They continued licking and sucking at Nicholas' cock until he was so hard that he could hardly stand it. Then Carla got to her feet, straddled him, and lowered herself down onto his hardness while Dawn held it in place. Dawn then snuggled up behind of Carla to reach around and lift up Carla's tits in offering to Nicholas.
+"You two have done this before," he observed with pleasure. "Makes me glad that I have the pair of you."
+"Makes me glad that the Raiders and the Farm never figured it out or else we might still be with either one." Carla said as she placed her hands around his neck while starting to grind against him. Nicholas buried his face into her cleavage while taking her breasts into his hands and flicking at her nipples with his thumbs. Carla gasped and rode him harder and faster. She turned her face and pulled Dawn close to her to make out with her while she fucked their new master.
+I guess I can get used to this... she thought as she screwed her way to sweet oblivion. I guess that I can be content being a slave like this in this apocalyptic world of ours.