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The Blood Moon
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The Blood Moon
Chapter 1: The Wakening
Pulling aside the dusty curtains I could look down on the
quiet street. Only a few bodies were visible, the
Snatchers were quietly clearing them away. The baleful
red moon shown over the cityscape, illuminating the
macabre activity below."How long has it been", I asked
myself. Five months! The world remade in such a short
time. And we all were part of the refashioning.
I was tired, deathly tired. How long since I had last
slept well? I could not remember. My mind started to
wander ... Stop it!! Stay awake. The gangs could be
coming soon. I checked my weapons. One rifle with ten
rounds, one killing knife, one club.
My memory of how it all began is fading. I can't picture
many of my friends faces, my family a receding shadow in
my mind. It takes an effort to recall, but it will keep
my mind active ...
I picked Sharon up at 8:00. Strange, I can remember the
time but not the exact date. It must have been in March
sometime in 2017 AD. We were going to the theatre. She
greeted me at the door wearing a slinky long black
evening dress. Very simple and elegant, and wonderfully
sexy. Sharon was beautiful, tall with a figure that just
flowed in her dress. We caught the commuter to the
Harbour. The banning of cars in the metropolitan area is
now simply accepted. If only the commuters would arrive
on time! But these days nothing seems to work as it
should.
The commute was safe. Not surprising for the hour. It
was the short walk to the theatre that reminded us of the
night rhythms of the city. We kept together as a group
of about 25, sharing our apprehension and making us
brave.
I can't remember the play. It was a comedy I think. My
memory becomes clearer as we returned to my rooms. The
fear of walking outside had excited her. I admit that I
desired her more than I liked her. Being with her is
pleasant because I know her body will be mine at the end
of the evening. Not that I actually formed these
thoughts into ideas, but I nonetheless knew it to be
true. Tonight I wanted her to suck me. I had been
thinking of it since picked her up. I knew she would do
as demanded. She would not go home unsatisfied.
I looked at her. "Take off your dress". She smiled at
me and started to undo the back zipper. As she took the
dress off her shoulders it fell forward revealing her
full breasts. They were high up her body, not huge, more
like ripe. They hung deliciously as she removed the
dress from her hips were it had collected. Soon she was
standing in front of me wearing only a G string.
"Turn around"!
She did so giving me a view of her wonderful arse. I
felt my cock stiffen in my pants. I wanted that arse.
"Undress me"
She glided towards me, quickly divesting me of my jacket,
shirt and tie. She slid her hands down my body as she
knelt in front of me.
"Suck my cock, Sharon. Suck me, Sharon", I said
urgently.
Her long fingers removed my penis from its restrictions.
I was not fully erect so she was able to take all of me
into her mouth. She started sucking and moving her
tongue around my stiffening member. Soon she needed to
stretch her mouth as my cock grew to its full size.
Sharon started pumping her mouth up and down the length
of my cock. Faster, faster!!! Her left hand held on the
root of cock while right played with my balls and slipped
through to caress my arse. Sharon gave great head, she
was able to take most of my cock into her mouth, but that
was not the her main strength. When she sucked it was
like she was attempting to pull my balls straight out the
end of my cock. The fingers of her right hand were
playing with my anus sending shivers up my spine, mixing
with the pleasure generated by her pumping mouth. I
could feel myself starting to cum. "Stop!", I ordered,
"lets go out onto the balcony".
As she stood up, turned away and swayed over to the
balcony I watched mesmerized by her perfect round arse
split by her G string. She placed both her hands on the
rail and slowly wagged her arse at me. I could see the
juices flowing from her inviting cunt. Cock sucking
always got her worked up, I can remember she was able to
cum sometimes simply by blowing me. I placed by
throbbing cock against her sensitive cunt and slowly
pushed in. Sharon's cunt was quite tight so, even with
plentiful lubrication, it was never a case of simply
pushing in. Still her cunt was not her tightest hole!
Once I had my full length inside her I waited a moment to
allow her to get accustomed to the intrusion. "Fuck me",
she moaned, "Fuck me now, I want to feel you pumping
inside me".
I started to slide my cock back and then rammed it back
hard into her gasping cunt. "Yes", she screamed,
"harder, harder ...". She ground here arse back to meet
my thrusting body. I started to pump in and out,
building up a rhythm. My balls were slapping against her
clit sending her into spasms of pleasure.
Then the nightmare began. Without warning all the lights
went out. The city was blanketed in darkness. A strong
wind came out of nowhere and almost blew us off our feet.
"What happening", she asked, a hint of panic in her
voice. I didn't reply, I was too busy looking up at the
moon which was turning a deep, bloody red. It was
suddenly eclipsed by a blinding light which illuminated
the city, blinded me. I was filled with energy, I
couldn't help myself. I started driving my cock into her
cunt. Sharon was also lost in the light. I could feel
her driving back to meet my cock with frightening
strength. We were fucking like wild animals, all thought
gone from our minds. "I'm cumming!!!", I heard her
scream. That sent me over the edge. I let loose a wave
a cum up her hot channel. Everything was lost in the
explosion. My head was spinning, losing perception,
falling ...
When I woke, Sharon was lying beside me. The world has
all upside down. For some reason a chair was lying
across my torso. "Sharon", I called, "Are you alright?"
She didn't reply. Then I saw why. A beam from the
balcony cover had fallen on her neck. I crawled over to
her and lifted the beam off her. In the red glare on the
moon I could see that her neck was broken, Sharon was
dead.
As I touched her cooling body I felt its warmth flow out
of it and into me. I felt strength flowing from my hand
down to my balls. The warmth turned to cold in my
testicles, like liquid ice, frozen power, resting
awaiting release. Then came the anger. I want to strike
out, to hurt, to maim. I grabbed the chair and started
to beat Sharon's dead body. My mind was full of hate,
directionless fury. I want to destroy. Soon abusing the
dead body in front of me could not satisfy me any longer.
I quickly dressed and ran out into the street, looking
for warmer flesh.
Even I my confused state of mind the scene that was
presented to me brought me to a halt. It was like an
earthquake had hit the city. But that was impossible.
We never got earthquakes here. Then I saw the bodies
that were littered on the ground. Most of them had been
killed by falling objects but closer inspection revealed
that some had died from more sinister causes.
Thuck!! I felt the blow before I heard it. I fell,
spinning as I hit the ground. I narrowly missing being
hit by the second blow aimed directly at my head. I
flipped up on my feet and turned to face my enemy. It
was a man in a business suit torn at the trousers waving
a piece of pipe at me. His eyes reflected the blood of
the moon, his face contorted in fury. He lunged at me,
swinging as he moved. I started to relax, this fool was
no fighter, his motion was not well balanced. My left
arm shot up to redirect the motion of his swinging right
hand. As he fell to the left my right arm swung out, my
open palm catching him under the chin. SNAP!! His head
snapped backwards breaking his neck cleanly. As his body
fell to the ground I felt again the warmth leaving a dead
body and entering mine. It rushed to my balls and shot
up to my head. My cock became rock hard and throbbed
like it had a life of its own. The power in my head was
making me dizzy. With an effort I sent it racing back
down to my balls when it again shot up my spine. This
time I was able to control the faintness it caused. I
could feel the power starting to circulate, to fill my
limbs with strength, and my mind with lust, killing lust.
I stepped over the body in search of new life.
I have lost count of how many battles were fought that
night. Everywhere people were killing, myself joyfully
participating in the bloodletting. The combatants were
all men. Any women were ignored in the race to
slaughter. How many did I kill? Ten, twenty ... I
can't recall now. The details of the night are sunk in a
blissful mist.
I woke the next morning to find the streets awash with
blood. Any implement that could be turned to killing had
been used. People had been beaten, stabbed, shot, even
torn apart by crazed murderers.
The madness in my mind had passed. In its place was a
fearful hunger, not for blood but for more normal
nourishment. I walked to the supermarket about two
blocks down from where I awoke. Others were starting to
rise. Groups were forming as people attempted to piece
together the events of the past night. A crowd had
gathered at the supermarket, clearly I was not the only
one to think of food. I pushed my way through and
grabbed some fruit which I quickly consumed.
That day was spent mostly asleep. I talked to no one.
What was the point? As night fell the groups started to
break up. Everyone was fearful of what the moon would
bring. All eyes turned to watch its appearance. A
collective moan escaped the crowds as it made its bloody
reappearance. I waited for the anger to return, for the
cycle to begin over again.
But it didn't. A more disturbing danger arrived with the
night. The gangs. The order of the city was gone
releasing the pent up hatred of the slums. Always under
the surface, the breakdown had released it. I saw no
police, no soldiers, no authority of any type. The
slaughter that night was more disturbing than that of the
night before. I was sane, we all were sane, so I could
watch the scenes of murder with full awareness.
This time the women were not left alone.
I saw a pretty young women, no older than twenty,
cornered by a gang of five punks. She was screaming for
help, but no one came. We were all to busy looking out
for our own survival. The men ripped of her clothes and
she fell to the ground trying to cover her nakedness.
They stood in a circle looking down at her, laughing,
taunting. Their leader produced an evil looking knife
and held it in front of her face. "Listen babe", he
purred, "You are going to give each of my boys here
exactly what he wants. If you fight, I will put that
pretty head off, got it?" The girl was too scared to
move, she watched the knife was if it was hypnotizing
her. The leader got out his cock and shoved it in her
mouth. The girl started to gag but he paid no notice.
"Take the other end", he told one of this cronies.
Laughing, the other man grabbed the girl's arse lifting
it off the ground. He jammed this huge cock into her dry
vagina causing the girl to scream in pain. The scream
was cut off as the leader shoved his cock back down her
throat. "You take the bitch's other hole", the leader
indicated to a third man.
I couldn't bear to watch anymore. I cautiously moved
away, careful that they wouldn't hear me. Still, despite
the horror of the rape, my cock was starting to rise. I
wanted to fuck that poor girl. I want to me the one to
ram my cock up her young tight arse. I was discovering a
part of myself I didn't particularly care for.
Fires had been started to provide light and to cook food.
People were huddled in corners avoiding the madness of
the night. Others were out participating in the
nightmare. The rape I had left was being repeated
everywhere I walked. The desire to plunge my now fully
erect cock into a woman, willing or not, was growing
stronger.
"HELP HELP". I turned to see a woman running towards
me. She threw herself around me screaming hysterically.
There was no reason to ask what was wrong, it became
obvious as three men ran around the corner, paused, saw
the girl and continued running in my direction. "Help me
please", she begged, "I'll do anything". I had a closer
look at the girl. Her dress was torn revealing one
perfectly shaped breast. Her skin was a rich olive
colour which seemed to glow in the light of the fires.
Her blond hair framed a beautiful face with big green
eyes and a sensuous mouth. There was no way was going to
let this women go!!
"She's ours", one of the men said. I put the girl behind
me. "Not anymore", I replied, readying myself for the
confrontation. No more words were wasted. They clearly
thought me an easy target as they did not bother to
coordinate the attack. I was able to deal with the first
quickly twisting his attacking arm and ramming my free
hand into the elbow joint. The break was clean and
painful. One down. I pivoted to face the next man,
bringing my knee up, driving it into his balls. Down he
fell in agony. The third had stopped to better assess
the situation. We slowly circled each other. I had to
strike quickly, the man on the ground would be back in
action soon. I feinted with my left hand, sprang
forward, and kicked my right leg into the side of his
upper leg. The force knocked him off balance allowing me
to swing my left arm up smashing it into his throat. He
collapsed unable to breathe with a crushed throat. I
turned to face the rising second man. He looked down at
his two friends, one dead, the other screaming in the
agony of a broken arm. "Get out of here", I hissed. He
did not need to be told twice. Why fight me when there
were lots of other easy targets, and plenty of other
women? He ran off in the direction he had come from.
"Move", I shouted. I grabbed the girl's arm. pulled her
to her feet and ran. We stopped after a couple of blocks
to get our breath back. As calm returned I turned to
face the girl. She looked back at me, suddenly realising
that her danger was not necessarily over. "What are you
going to do", she stammered. I thought it over. "I'm
going to give you a choice", I said, "You can stay with
me, or you can go and take your chances". She looked
around uncertainly. "If I stay what do you want", she
whispered. "Why, its quite simple", I laughed, "If you
want my protection, you must agree to do anything I ask,
anything at all. The moment you refuse me I will let you
go". The woman's eyes went wide, "You're no better than
those animals", she retorted. "Not quite", I replied,
"I will never hurt you as they would have, and you will
have my protection. As you just saw, that is worth
something". She was confused, what should she do? I
waited. Still she did not answer. "Okay", I said,
"Forget it. Now go, leave me alone". I started to walk
away. In front of me I could here the chanting of a
gang, their voices raised in an unholy mantra of hate and
lust. "Wait", she shouted. I didn't stop. "Yes, Yes,
I'll do whatever you want, anything. I'll be your
slave", she shouted in panic. I turned back to face her,
saw the surrender in her beautiful eyes. "What's your
name?" I asked
Chapter Two: Savage New World
We needed a place to stay, somewhere safe from the
marauding gangs. I didn't want to return to my rooms,
not with Sharon's decaying, abused body still there.
Where? I had to think! What about food, water? There
would be no more shopping at the local grocery store.
Susan looked at me, clearly wanting to move on. "Lets
get out of here", she begged, "The streets are not safe".
"Of course they are not safe", I exploded, "What makes
you think these apartments here are any better!". "And
what about food?. Be quiet and let me think". "I know
where we can go", she whispered, clearly subdued by my
outburst. "My house in Greenwood has food for a few
weeks". Greenwood! That was one of the most expensive
suburbs in the city. No wonder her teeth were so
perfect! Few people could afford a dentist anymore. I
turned the options over in my mind. Options .. HAH. I
had no idea what to do. Her suggestion filled the blank
space in my mind, once mentioned I could think of no
better place. Not that the idea was perfect. With all
those rich homes surely the gangs would head there first
to loot. But where would be better? We could not stay
here, that much was clear.
I heard the shot race by above my head. Turning I saw
the scum who had run off after the fight. Somehow he had
found a gun. "Run", I shouted, grabbing her and running
around the corner. As we dived forward I heard a second
shot ring out, narrowly missing me. "In there", I
directed, pointing to a pile of bodies stacked against
the side of the alley. She balked at the suggestion so I
roughly pushed her from behind and sent her sprawling
into the corpses. I quickly followed, digging my body
into the decaying mound. The thug rounded the corner,
paused, searching the unlit darkness for us. I heard a
retching sound under me, Susan was vomiting up, the
stench of the bodies unnerving her stomach. The man spun
towards the sound, saw me, aimed the gun and shot. There
was nothing I could do, no time to think. CLICK!! The
gun was empty! I sprung out of the bodies and lunged at
him. But he was gone, running away after throwing the
useless gun at me. No reason to follow him, I picked up
the gun, who knows?, and turned to the vomiting Susan.
"Lets go", I said, more gently, "He may come back with
company". She got weakly to her feet, swaying a little.
Her eyes had a vacate look that worried me, she was close
to hysteria. "Greenwood", I said softly, "Let's go
home".
The mention of home seemed to rouse her, her skin
regained some of this colour. She nodded once and stood
awaiting instructions. I gently held her upper arm and
guided her in the direction of her home.
The journey to Greenwood took about 5-6 hours. I had to
fight off prowling gangs a number of times. Susan
attracted these men like a magnet. As we walked and hid
I had a better opportunity to study her in more detail.
What a creature! She was perfect. Even with her hair a
mass of tangles, blood and vomit drying on her chest, she
demanded a man's attention. How I desired her! She was
mine, she has submitted to me. I had to keep reminding
myself of her situation. She would do anything I wanted,
and I wanted to do everything! My mind filled with
plans, anticipating how I would use her. I felt no
guilt, after all, I had saved her from a terrible rape
and probably death. The world we all knew was gone,
replaced by a harsher, more basic one. I gave her her
life, she owed me everything.
Her house was perfect, I could see that at once. It
backed onto a river and was bounded by a sharp cliff wall
on the right. Good, less area to defend. She must have
come from a rich family, probably one of the Company
executives, only they could afford such living. When she
saw the house she started running to the door. I noticed
the lock had been forced. Others has already been here,
perhaps they still were. I tried to stop her but I was
caught unprepared. "Mommy! Daddy!", she cried, running
through the still house. "Where are you? Its Susan.
I'm home, Mommy!!". I also ran through the house
looking for others. The house has been thoroughly
ransacked, objects, probably priceless, lay smashed on
the floor, the furniture destroyed. The looters had
taken the Sterovision (I assumed by its absence). What
fools, there had been no electricity since the nightmare
began and somehow I did not think it would be returning
soon.
"There're gone", she said flatly, "My family are gone.
They've left me. Where are they?". I suspected, no I
was sure, that they has been among the things in the
house destroyed by the looters, but I kept this to
myself. I collapsed into the sofa, too big to be carried
away or easily vandalised, at a loss at what to do now.
The adrenalin of the night was leaving my body. Sleep
was overcoming me. I had to stay awake, the looters may
return. That was my last conscious thought before
sinking into the encircling arms of sleep.
I woke with a start. How long had I slept? The weak
rays of the sun has invaded the dining room, illuminating
the full extent of the damage. Susan!! Where was she?
Damn, the bitch had run off!! Frustration filled my
body, I ran outside in a daze, cursing myself for falling
asleep. She was no where in sight. At a loss I decided
to survey the grounds. As I approached the rear of the
house I heard the sounds of running water coming from
inside. I cautiously edged in the direction of the
sound. It was a shower! The window had been cracked, I
assume by the gangs, affording a clear view of the small
room. And what a view it was! Inside I could clearly
see Susan, her naked skin in goosepimples caused by the
cold water. She was washing her hair, the suds running
down her back into the valley formed by the perfect orbs
of her arse. She rinsed her hair, picked up the soap and
proceeded to wash her long curvaceous body. She reached
down to soap up her long shapely legs giving me a clear
view of her almost hairless cunt. I could just make out
the small rose-bud of her anus. She put her hand holding
the soap behind her body rubbing it over her arse. Then
she soaped up both her hands and started to clean her
anus, working one of her fingers around the small hole.
After giving it a through clean she turned her attention
to her cunt, slowly caressing it. As she bent forward to
allow easier access to herself I caught a glimpse of her
left breast. My cock fairly jumped in my pants. She had
stayed!
I returned to the dining room, waiting for her to finish.
She took her time but the final result was worth the
wait. When she emerged she was wearing cut off jeans and
a tight fitting T shirt with the words Lakeside Girls
School written across her the front. No doubt about it,
this girl came from a very rich family, Lakeside was the
most exclusive school in the state. "Hello, you're up",
she said. Amazing! she seemed to have recovered from the
horrors of the past days much better than I had. "I
thought you had left", I said. "What for?", she replied,
"You protected me. I gave myself to you", she replied
matter-of-factly. "After you slept I thought of leaving,
but then I realised I had no where to go. Besides", she
said coyly, "I have a contract to honour". Yes, she most
certainly did, and I intended to get the first instalment
immediately. "Phew", she exclaimed as I approached, "you
smell!". I had to admit the truth of what she said. I
looked down at my clothes, seeing them covered with filth
and blood. On reflection a shower sounded like a good
idea.
The cold water was a shock to the system. My proud
manhood shrunk, startled by the sudden stream sent down
from the shower head. I stood in the water allowing my
head to clear. I quickly cleaned up and stepped out of
the shower, looked around for a towel and found one
sitting tidily on the side table. Under the towel was a
fresh set of clothes and some shaving gear. Things were
definitely looking up! I shaved quickly in the cold
water managing not to cut myself too badly and got
dressed. The clothes were a good fit, a little large but
comfortable. I finished up, cleaning my teeth and
combing my hair. Ablutions finished I return to the
dining room to find Susan busy in the kitchen. The
welcome smell of frying bacon greeted me, causing my
stomach to nearly cramp with hunger.
I slept again after breakfast. This time it was more
restorative. I woke to find Susan cuddled up beside me,
her arse pushing into my crotch. I got up and fixed
myself a meal of fruit and bread feeling better than I
had for days.
Susan woke and we avoided each other for a while each
trying to come to terms with our situation. Finally, I
called her into the study I had taken for my own. She
came promptly and stood in front of me, waiting for me to
say what I wanted. I turned in the chair and looked her
over. She started to blush from the intensity of my
gaze, but her eyes never left my face. "Undress
yourself", I said, "I have a few questions to ask". She
didn't hesitate, with one swift motion she pulled her T
shirt over her head causing her breasts to bounce up and
down. They stood out from her chest, high up and proud,
almost perfectly round, not in the least droopy or
pointed. She bent over and removed her shorts, pushing
them over the curve of her thighs, leaving only her
cotton panties. She looked back up at me and smiled,
then slowly slid the panties down her legs and tossed
them in the corner. She stood fully erect and slowly
turned a full circle. "Do you like the way I look", she
asked, her lips forming an O on the last word. I just
nodded while she stood there with her lips slightly
parted. She was becoming embarrassed again. Clearly
this girl was no extrovert. She turned her face way from
mine, but made no move to cover her nakedness from my
gaze.
"How old are you, Susan".
"19".
"Have you had many boyfriends".
She blushed bright red. "Yes, but I've never, well,
....", her voice trailed off.
"You mean you are a virgin", I exclaimed. She nodded,
blushing even deeper.
"Have you ever sucked on a man's cock", I asked. Her
lips parted ever so slightly, her breasts swaying gently
as she shook her head. "So surely you have never had a
cock up your arse either". Her head shot up in surprise.
"You wouldn't", she said, visibly shaken, "you said you
wouldn't hurt me". "Nor will I, but I promise you will
become expert at pleasuring me in all ways. Your arse,
cunt, mouth, hands, breasts, your entire body will serve
my demands. Now come here and kneel before me".
She looked less sure of herself now, but did as I
ordered. I stood up and undressed, my cock bounced free
of my underpants inches from her nose. As I sat back
down I said, "Your first lesson will be in cock sucking.
I want you to imagine my cock is an ice cream. Lick it
with your tongue, bath the head with your mouth. She
opened her mouth and lent forward to take my cock. She
simply sat there for a while, my cock filling her mouth
as I became fully erect. She had to open her mouth fully
to take my expanding cock. "Now start sucking", I said,
"while moving your mouth up and down on my cock". She
slowly moved down on me, unable to take more that a few
inches into her mouth. As she pulled out she dragged her
teeth along my cock causing me to jump. "No teeth", I
yelped, "cover them with your beautiful lips. Make love
to my cock with your mouth, don't eat the bloody thing!".
This brought a smile to her lips, she looked up at me,
the sight of those beautiful eyes looking up, her mouth
full of my cock sent a small spurt of cum out of its
head. She pulled back, looked at the cum pooling on my
cock and slowly extended her tongue to lick me clean.
She tasted my semen and swallowed it down. "Hmmm", she
purred, before opening her mouth and taking me back in.
This time she pumped deeper, taking more of my cock into
her mouth. As she sucked I could feel her tongue sliding
around the width of my shaft. This time she was careful
to cover her teeth, sending waves of pleasure up my body
as her lips caressed by cock. Soon she built up a
rhythm, bobbing up and down, enjoying her first taste of
a man. As she worked on my cock, sucking and licking me,
I had a wonderful view of her shoulders and arse, swaying
with the movements of her mouth. I could feel my climax
building, urging her to go faster. Soon her mouth was
working like a piston, sucking harder and harder, trying
to draw my semen out. "Drink me", I yelled as my hot cum
exploded into her mouth. She withdrew to the end of my
cock, allowing the semen to fill her mouth. I felt the
power in my balls, dormant for the past hours, return in
a flash of blinding heat. The lives I had stolen burst
again in my body releasing a gushing fountain of semen
spurting into her mouth. She swallowed, trying to take
all my cum. But there was too much, it overflowed her
mouth, running down her chin, dropping in thick creaming
goblets onto her jutting breasts. And still I came!!
Slowly the stream diminished allowing Susan to swallow
the remainder. Once I had finished she returned to
slowly sucking on my still erect cock. Finding nothing
more to drink she withdrew from my cock and licked the
cum from her lips and chin. She scooped up the semen
that had fell on her breasts and licking it off her
hands.
I fell back in the chair, utterly spent. Susan was
panting, she had worked up quite a sweat sucking away on
me. My cock was still fully erect, with the passing of
the orgasm I felt the urge to fuck return. I couldn't
believe it. While I has been able to come a few times in
one night if given sufficient provocation, I always
needed to rest for a while after cumming. Yet, I could
feel the cold power coiled in my testicles. I remembered
the transfer of power that accompanied the taking of a
life. I had last felt it when killing the punk who had
tried to rape Susan. I had killed so many times the
feeling has ceased to attract much notice. But I would
think on this latter, for the moment I had a raging hard
on and a girl to teach. "Come here", I growled, "Its
time for you to learn some more".
Chapter Three: Lessons and Devils
"I want to learn everything", Susan panted. I picked her
up and carried her to one of the bedrooms, probably her
parents. I kissed her open mouth, tasting the remains of
the semen I had left there. I moved lower to kiss those
gorgeous breasts, lightly flicking each nipple with my
tongue. They quickly started to respond, a flush turning
her breasts a rosy pink. "Yes, hmmmm, ", she moaned.
Softly kneading her breasts I returned to her neck,
gently biting it just above her shoulders. "Ahh!!", she
jumped, starting to move her body against mine, "Teach
me, teach me". My right hand left her breast and started
to circle the soft mound of her stomach. She grinded her
pelvis harder against my leg, parting her legs to allow
her to press her pussy against me. I could feel her
wetness as she slid up and down my thigh. She reached
out and started to stroke my cock, slowly increasing the
speed. I pushed her back on the bed, and kissing her
body as I went, proceeded to lick the area around her
glistening cunt, teasing her, increasing her excitement.
Gradually my tongue made contact with her clit. Her body
spasmed, lifting off the bed. Her hands held the back of
my head and pushed my mouth against her. Again I pushed
her back, she didn't realise that it is difficult to move
with your head jammed between a women's legs and held in
place by her hands! "Settle down and enjoy", I urged
her. She giggled a little, embarrassed by her boldness,
allowing me to breath again.
I used my tongue on her pussy driving her into ever
higher levels of pleasure. I inserted one finger, just
the tip, into her cunt, slowly rotating in small circles,
pressing against her walls. Removing it, I rubbed it
against her anus, spreading the juice around its rim.
Susan jumped as I touched her rear, and looked down at
me, "Don't hurt me", she gasped. "Relax". My fingers
returned to her pussy, this time I could put two in as I
attempted to prepare her for my cock. "Fuck me, make me
a women, give me your cock", she moaned. I spread her
legs and poised above her. "Guide me in", I said. She
reached down and grasped my cock, placing it against her
virgin pussy. With controlled force I started to enter
her, slowly, millimetre by millimetre. Finally, I had
the head of my cock in her pussy but could get no
further. I slid out then slowly returned my cock to her.
Again out, slowly fucking her with just the head. I felt
her starting to relax, her vagina starting to let more of
me enter. Without increasing speed, I began to push a
little deeper with each stroke. On one stroke I pushed
to far. "OW!!", she cried. I looked down at my
retreating cock, saw the blood. It was a very deep red,
unusually thick. "Please, wait a moment", she asked me,
the pain showing on her face. After a pause I resumed my
slow gentle thrusting, bringing one hand down to tickle
her clit.
As the pleasure generated by my cock first alleviated,
and then obliterated the pain, she began to move with me.
With a rush I entered her to my full length. She spread
her legs as far as they could go, bringing her knees up.
Her hands played with her breasts, moving with the motion
of her body. "Yes, faster, faster, its okay, good", she
babbled, bringing her body up against mine. I buried my
face in her hair, biting her neck, kissing her mouth. I
forgot about being gentle, driving harder into her no
longer virgin body. My balls slapped against her arse
accompanying my cock on its wild intrusion. Faster and
faster, "OH YES YES", she screamed as she orgasmed,
arching her back, lifting both of us off the bed. Her
body twisted from side to side, her pussy clutching
tightly against my cock. I stopped moving, allowing her
to enjoy herself. As her breathing began to return to
normal I resumed fucking her. Building up the pace,
"YES", she cried, cumming again after only a few minutes.
This time I did not pause, but re-doubled by speed,
taking shorter faster strokes as the climax arrived. I
felt again the power in my balls, rising up and shooting
out of my cock into her waiting pussy. Again I exploded,
spurting extraordinary quantities of cum into her, my
body raging with the freed force.
Exhausted, I fell down beside Susan. I pulled my
softening cock (finally!) from her, releasing a flood of
semen. More flowed out as she bent down to take me into
her mouth, cleaning the cum off my cock. As she bobbed I
could feel myself hardening again! "Stop", I commanded.
This was going to kill me! She slid her mouth off my
cock, gave its head a final lick and smiled up at me.
"That was wonderful", she beamed, "Thank you". Well, a
beautiful virgin thanking me for deflowering her! "My
pleasure". She giggled and snuggled up against me. "Now
that only leaves my arse", she said shyly, "I want to try
it". I was surprised, everything she has said indicated
that she was most reluctant to be arse fucked. "You
know, I've often though about it. Even since, Debby, a
friend, described her sister being taken by the arse by
her boyfriend. But please don't hurt me".
"Don't worry", I replied, "We are going to enjoy
everything, I am not interested in hurting you. I plan
to train your arse first. By the time I enter, you will
be fully able to accommodate me". She reached down with
her left hand and fondled her arse, advancing one finger
towards her anus. She slowly circled the opening, as she
had done in the shower. Her body was starting to come
back to life. Carefully she inserted the finger into her
arse, just slightly, and shivered at the sensation. The
blush was returning to her breast as she pushed the
finger deeper up her arse. "It feels good", she said,
"but so tight. How will up push that thick cock of yours
in there?". "Just wait, I'll show you soon. For the
moment I've got to rest. Night will be returning soon.
We must be prepared". At the mention of dangers that lay
outside these walls she lost the wanton look in her eyes,
fear returning. She removed the finger from her arse
clutching me tightly. I watched as moisture welled in
her eyes, overflowed, and spilled down onto the pillow.
The floodgates opened, her body was wracked by sobs as
the pent up fear and emotion of the past few days was
released in a storm of tears. I held her tightly, there
was nothing to say.
As Susan dozed I lay awake thinking about the changes
brought about to my body. Somehow I was able to take
energy from the dead. This energy could be later
released when I became sufficiently aroused. I wondered
if others could do this. I could see no reason to
suspect I was the only one so affected. A shiver ran
through me, if killing transferred such power to the
murderer, the consequences could be frightening.
I had to go out. I had to see what the world was
becoming. Better to risk death in activity than to wait
here in ignorance. I gently shook Susan awake and told
her of my plan. She started to protest but silenced when
she saw I was determined. I needed a place to hid her,
the gangs may return under the red cloak of night. "I
could stay in the shelter", she said. A bomb shelter!
Of course, with the limited nuclear wars about 15 years
ago, the wealthy government and Company executives had
poured money into private shelters. They were generally
concealed from view, both to restrict other's knowledge
of a possible sanctuary and to conceal those inside from
looters after an attack. Perfect! "Take me there".
The entrance to the shelter was concealed behind the wine
rack in the cellar. The floor was littered with
shattered bottles, the rack a mess of broken timbers.
Yet, the destruction served to make the entrance even
more invisible. Inside, the shelter had room to
comfortably accommodate around 4 people. The air inside
was stale but breathable. I placed Susan on one of the
bunk beds, kissed her forehead, and turned to go.
"Please... come back to me", she pleaded. "Don't worry",
I replied, "I'm be careful, and besides, I can look after
myself". False bravado, I wished the vandals has left
some of the wine!!
The moon had risen by the time I left the house.
Examining the area from the doorway I couldn't see anyone
nearby. The darkness was almost complete. The only
light was that of the moon casting ghastly shadows on the
quiet, deserted streets. Letting my eyes adjust, I set
off south, in the direction of the city centre. I walked
in solitude for about 10 blocks before catching movement
out of the corner of my eye. I crouched, ready to fight
or run. "Repent", the figure preached, "Repent your
sins. The Lord of the Moon has cast down the impious
masters, and is taking his revenge. Repent, Repent!".
He shuffled towards me. I could see that he was a young
man, his clothes ruined and filthy. "Have you seen
others?", I called out. "All dead", he intoned, "Gone to
hell. They offended the Moon, revenge was swift". All
dead!". How was that possible? I stood up and moved
towards him. My movement startled him, he turned and
fled shouting over his shoulder as he ran, "Repent, there
is no hiding place from the Lord, Repent!".
I let the madman go. All dead? This shook me more than
any other event so far had done. It simply could not be
true, last night there were plenty alive. I continued
on, less cautiously now, I wanted, no needed, to disprove
the fool's rantings.
Voices!! He was wrong! The sounds were coming from the
square up ahead. Carefully I approached the gathering,
hiding behind some up-turned garbage tins.
The square was illuminated by a number of small fires,
casting their flickering light over the ground, sending
hovering shadows on the surrounding walls. By the light
I could make out a crowd of about 20 people divided into
roughly equal groups standing at opposite ends of the
square. In each of the groups were about 3 or 4 women
standing slightly behind the men, their heads bowed. A
glint of light caught my attention. The women were all
collared! They must belong to these men, spoils for the
victors.
The talking hushed as one of the men stepped forward.
All eyes turned to him, mine included. He was a giant of
a man, at least 6'6", with broad shoulders and arms the
size of my thighs. He spoke: "We, the Brotherhood have
laid claim to this land. You are trespassing here." A
man, presumably the leader stepped forward from the
opposing band, "We do not wish to fight. We are
searching for food." "There is little enough here for
us", the giant replied. "But the Hypermarket is near
here. You must have plenty of food", the second man
argued. "I said there is nothing here for you. Now go."
The second gang leader turned to his men. I could see
they were talking but could not make out the words. "We
will go", the leader finally replied, "We wish no
trouble". With this his band turned to leave. "Wait!",
the giant called out, "You have not paid the price for
trespassing on our land". "What price?", was the
response, "We have nothing to give". "You have women.
Give us one of them and you can go". The band stopped
and turned back to face the leader, "These belong to us.
We will not pay such a price".
Without warning the giant pulled out a large, evil
looking knife and lunged at the opposing man, driving the
knife into this stomach. Giving it a twist, he quickly
jerked it upwards and pulled out. The man's belly opened
spilling his organs out onto the ground. He stood for a
moment, fascinated by the sight, before bellowing out in
agony and falling to his feet. The other members of his
gang flew like birds startled into flight by the arrival
of a predator. "Get them", the giant ordered his men,
"but don't kill them". The giant's gang acted like
trained soldiers, quickly darting forward herding the
panicked enemy against the wall. "Bind them for
sacrifice".
Sacrifice!! The blood turned cold in my veins. The
bound men were made to lie on the cobble stones of the
square, their terrified eyes reflecting the glare of the
fires. The collars of the women were removed only to be
replaced by new ones. The giant turned to the prostrate
men "Do you renounce all claim to these women?", he
asked. The terrified men could only nod, fear making
them agree to any demands. "Kneel", he order the women.
The three women immediately did as they were instructed,
all impulse to fight back having clearly been beaten out
of them over the past couple of days. "Oh mighty Satan",
intoned the leader, turning his gaze to the moon, "To
honour You who gives us life from death we offer these
men in Your Name. Take this offering, grant us, your
subjects, Your Power, fill us with stolen life." The men
on the ground started to struggle against their bonds,
trying to rise, but the moonstruck worshippers held them
down. The leader approached the first victim holding his
knife with both hands and, raising it above the man's
chest, demanded: "Do you accept Satan as your Master".
"Yes, Yes", cried the terrorised man, staring at the
incarnation of madness standing above him. But his
conversion availed him none. The knife swung down in a
sweeping arch slicing into the man's throat. As his
blood spilled onto the stones the leader plunged his now
free hands into the wound absorbing the fleeing life. As
he removed his blood stained hands, the others approached
and repeated the act, each gaining a portion of the
departing energy.
This horrific act was repeated three more times until the
square was slippery with outraged blood. Each time the
leader was the first to plunge his hands into the dying
men's throats and each time his followers moved in for
their share. Finally only two men were left. The blood
soaked giant moved towards them, the knife reflecting the
hysterical light of the fires. The smell of voided
bowels reached into the air as the corpses released their
final repast. "Oh please, please, don't kill me", one of
the men begged Satan's self-appointed priest. "I will
make both of you an offer", the leader said, "You may
join us, share the worship of Satan with us". "Yes, Yes,
let us join", the two men screamed together, "We'll do
anything, just don't kill us!". "Unbind them", the
monster ordered. His minions did as ordered and pulled
the weeping men to their feet. "Are you prepared to
enter the house of Satan", the leader asked. "Yes, Yes,
we are ready". "Good, prepare the communion", he
ordered, "You will join us in eating the body of Satan".
An awful foreboding rose in me. It was sickenly
confirmed as one of the gang members went over to the
dead bodies, raised an axe and chopped off one stiffening
arm. "Eat", the madman demanded, thrusting the dreadful
repast at the two men, "Taste the body of our Lord!".
The men looked around wildly, there minds blown into
idiocy by the suggestion. Then, slowly, they bent their
mouths to the bloody feast.
"Welcome to the Brotherhood".
Chapter Four. Choices
Five months had passed since the night of the lunatic
initiation. The system was stabilising. A new 'order'
had risen since of the death of the moon, her bloody
conqueror presiding over the new world's gestation.
Social groups were forming, but they were predicated on
the altered conditions. The predators in this
junglescape were known to me as the Brotherhood after
that horrible encounter. Others know them by different
names. Ghouls is perhaps a more appropriate
nomenclature. They have become addicted to the stealing
of life. They searched for frenzied releases of the evil
increase; generally violent and frequently sexual. They
formed many groups, the very nature of there culture
preventing stable groupings.
The Snatchers I observed down on the street are the
lepers of the new world. They cleaned the bodies away.
It was believed that a snatcher's life gave up no joy. I
do not know if this is true, but I knew that the strength
of the transfer was not uniform across individuals.
It was time to move. The gangs were moving in. I
checked my weapons. One rifle with ten rounds, one
killing knife, one club. Susan and Maria were prepared
to run as planned, some vital necessities such as food
already organised.
There!! I saw the shadow of movement at the edge of the
curving street. A scout. This time I was sure there
would be no warning, They parleyed in the day; the night
was for sacrifice.
The banging resumed. The sound of garbage bin lids beaten
with sticks. It echoed remorselessly into the night,
announcing the attack.
Three figures darted across the street. One to the side
and two towards the front. I rushed to the front and
waited. I had left the door slightly ajar, drawing the
men to itself. They paused at the door, and with a rush
burst into the room. I sprang out, thrusting my knife
into the kidneys of the closest intruder, jerking it
upwards. He fell to the ground screaming, my knife still
inserted in his back. The second turned and I shot him
right in the throat. Quickly returning to the screaming
man I aimed a kick directly at his head snapping the
neck. Nine bullets, two dead. The third man!! Running
to the left I heard the sound of breaking glass. The
screams of the two dead men had alerted the third
prowler. I couldn't see him. I heard a sound coming for
my right side, I turned, but too late. The knife slashed
my side, the wound quickly swelling with blood. The
murderer lunged again, the knife narrowly missing. The
knee following up struck the side of my leg causing me to
stumble.
I exaggerated the fall, spinning as I hit the ground. I
span three times to the right and flipped upright. He
was quickly on me, the hand holding the knife held back.
Ignoring his out-reached hand and aimed a quick jab
straight at his head. It shocked him into lashing out
with his right. I aimed my second strike just inside of
his swinging arm, made contact and grasped his upper
forearm twisting slightly. His momentum carrying him of
balance I rabbit punched him in the stomach, he fell and
as his knife hand hit the ground I stamped down on his
wrist forcing him to release the knife. He grabbed my
foot trying to pull me down. I reached for the abandoned
knife and jabbed it sideways into his wrist, briefly
pinning his arm to the floor. I reached back to grab my
knife and plunged it into the man's heart.
Three down, how many more?
No time to find out. "Girls. Go.", I ordered. They
picked up our belongings and moved to the back door.
"Now!!"
I spearheaded the attack out the door running in the
direction of the river. "Start the boat", I called,
stopping to look behind me. Clear! No.. We'd been
spotted!
"Quickly", I shouted over my shoulder, and ran at the
sole attacker. Can't use the gun. With my knife I
quickly dispatched him, draining his life's power. The
killings of the night sent power to my body, making me
feel almost luminous. Three! No, four, men running at
us. I fired two shots (seven bullets) and ran to the
boat. Susan was trying to start the engine, finally with
a strong yank the engine burst into life, drowning out
the clamour of the beating drums. I jumped into boat,
the pursing mob 10 metres behind me. As soon as I hit
the boat, Susan gunned engine sending the boat out on the
river as we had practiced many times before. None out
pursuers followed into the river; no one wished to swim
in these waters. Bodies regularly floated down on their
final journey to the bay, there to be washed up on the
beaches.
We spluttered up the Styx (for so I called her) barely
able to see the river's banks. Tonight the moon was in
retreat, hiding her light. There were fewer stars in the
night sky these days. Each night brought fewer, the
stars shedding their life to feed the rapacious moon.
This time I had a clear destination in mind. Over the
past months I had been scouring the maps, exploring the
vicinity. There was a small township nestled in a bend
in the river about 20 km up stream. Perhaps the madness
only extended to the city? Who knew? Anyway, I was sure
we had to leave. The city was spinning insanely out of
control.
I took command of the engine and pointed the boat's head
into the centre of the river. The girls huddled together
for warmth trying to repel the cold river air. They
looked good together. They had done their jobs perfectly
tonight. Hopefully, safety lay ahead for us, we could
find a place to rest. Maria was tired. She showed the
strain more than Susan. She did not say much, generally
deferring to Susan. Susan had taken to the girl,
offering her comfort I was not always able to provide.
"Yes", I thought with some satisfaction, "We made a good
team".
Maria became mine about two months ago. I was out at
night, monitoring the movements of the gangs. They had
not yet encroached on my land (for so I considered
Greenwood), but I knew that sooner or latter they would
arrive, searching for fresh victims. Moving silently, I
heard voices whispering to each other in the apartment
above my head. I entered the building. The doors on all
the apartments had been torn off by looters. Edging down
the corridor I could see the figures of a number of
people in the room just around the corner. They has lit
a number of candles, pathetically huddling around them in
a effort to keep warm.
In the light I could make out three men sitting together
and at least two women standing behind them. The men
were obviously not hunters. They looked more like prey.
"There are only three men left", said the men wearing a
baseball cap. "Last night we lost both Gary and Simon.
From 20 men to three in a few months. We can't survive
for much longer". From the look of them I had to agree
with his assessment. I stood up and walked into the
room, causing the men to spring up and form a shield for
the women. The man with the cap tried to attack, but I
quickly caught his wrist and twisting it forced him to
his knees. "I will not attack you", I said, "I only want
to talk". I released the man and pushed him backwards.
"Don't think you can defeat me", I told them, trying to
forestall any violence, "I have lived for months alone
without harm. You are soon to be dead". Their lifeless
eyes acknowledged the truth in my words. They deflated
before me. I could now see that there were five women in
the back of the room.
"Tell me anything you know about the location of the
Brotherhood", I demanded. The three men looked at each
other and the man in cap replied, "The murders you call
the Brotherhood are moving in this direction. We have
fled from them for three nights. Soon they will find us
here". This was the first report I had of gangs in the
area. The time to depart had arrived. I turned to go,
"Good luck", I offered.
"Wait", yelled one of the men, "You must stay to help us.
Without you we are dead". "You are most likely correct",
I said, "but I am not staying. Look to yourselves".
"What about us?", shouted one of the women, "Do you know
what they do to they do to girls?". Yes I knew well
enough. The lucky ones died first.
"Take us with you", one of the girls begged, "You know
how to survive". "I would not survive long with five
women", I replied, but the girl had given me a thought.
I looked closely at the women. One of them, a silent
face in the begging crowd, caught my eye. Her rags
concealed the outline of her body, her face covered with
grime. It was her eyes that drew my attention. They
were open wide, I could not see their colour, something
dark maybe brown, staring at me. Her! I would take her.
Yes, I could take her. I could offer her life instead of
death and brutal violation. I pointed at her and said,
"I will take you. What is your name?".
"Maria", she whispered.
"She's my daughter", yelled one of the men, "Leave her
alone". "She will come with me", I said firmly, "Maria,
I offer you life in return for your service. You can
accept or refuse". "Why you bastard", yelled the
outraged father, "I kill you". The other two men held
him back: "Let her go", they urged him. "She is dead
with us".
Never saying a work, Maria walked towards me and stood
just behind me a little to the left. "Maria, don't
go!!", her father pleaded. I turned my back and walked
out, Maria following me.
"Let me say goodbye", she asked me in a quiet voice. I
wanted to return home quickly, but I relented. "But be
quick", I said, moving off towards the stairwell waiting
for her to return. She must have said her farewells
quickly as she returned in less than two minutes.
I returned home quickly. Telling Maria clean up, I went
down to the bomb shelter and fetched Susan. We made love
as we almost always do when I return home, usually with
the life of some other man running in my veins. "Come
with me", I said, "I have found you a companion". With a
puzzled look she followed me to the bedroom and jumped
when she saw Maria sitting on the bed, wearing shorts and
a shirt that belonged to Maria. "I hope you don't mind
me wearing your clothes", Maria inquired of Susan, "Mine
were filthy". Susan stood there, fully naked, and stared
in shock. I introduced the two girls and quickly laid
down the rules: "Both of you have given yourselves to
me. I, not yourselves, am your Master. In my eyes you
are equal. I will leave you both at the slightest sign
of you two fighting".
Both girls greeted this command in silence. They both
understood.
"Stand up Maria", I said. Underneath those rags and dirt
lay concealed a young, beautiful woman. "Undress her", I
ordered Susan, who hesitated for only a moment before
complying. Soon Maria was standing before us, as naked
as Susan. Her breasts were slightly larger than Susan's,
but this matched her greater height. The sweep of her
hips ran smoothly down to her thighs, a mat of dark hair
forming a small diamond where her legs met. I ordered
the girls to undress me, Susan removing my shoes and
pants, Maria taking my shirt and coat. The heat of the
fire burning in the small bedroom fireplace removed the
chill from the night air.
"Stand back", I order Maria. Susan's face was just in
front of my crotch, my cock dangling before her.
Normally Susan would be sucking on my cock already but
tonight she was less sure of what to do. With one hand
holding my cock by the root I told her to open her mouth.
As she did so I popped my cock inside. She turned her
head to look at Maria, starting to move up and down on my
cock, taking me deeply into her mouth. She was showing
off!! One of her hand reached down as she played with
her clit, moaning over my cock. Maria was becoming
visibly excited by Susan's cock sucking, her nipples
rising above the soft curves of her breasts. Susan
pulled off my cock, "Fuck me, Master", she asked, "Fuck
me up the arse". Susan had become very skilled at the
anal arts, her training having taught her how to enjoy
it. Also she was sending a message to Maria: "Look what
I do for him. You had better be able to do as well!".
Susan's words has had an obvious effect on Maria. The
rate of her breathing increased, her eyes widening in
surprise. "Maria", I called, "Fetch the cream on the
bedside table". She ran to do so, quickly returning.
"Grease up Susan's arse", I commanded, "Make sure you get
well inside". Maria just started at me for a moment
before looking down at Susan's wagging behind. "Do it,
please", pleaded Susan, becoming more and more excited.
Maria knelt behind Susan, dipped one finger into the
cream, and gently applied it to Susan's anus. "Ohhh,
that feels good", encouraged Susan, "Now slip a finger
inside". Maria soon discovered that Susan kept her arse
hole scrupulous clean. She was under standing orders to
be ready for any kind of sex whenever called upon. With
a little force Maria slipped her finger up Susan's arse,
applying a good dose of the cream. Encouraged by Susan's
moaning, Maria grew more adventurous until she was soon
quickly sliding her finger in and out of Susan's behind.
Meanwhile Susan was gorging away at my cock. As I
exploded in her mouth I told her, "Don't swallow it all,
share some with Maria". Her mouth full of cum, Susan
turned to Maria, "Drink" she commanded, some cum escaping
her open mouth, flowing down her chin. Maria pressed her
lips to Susan's as the cum was passed from one to the
other. Licking her lips, Susan gave Maria a final kiss,
before turning her arse towards me. I placed the head of
my of my still stiff cock against her anus and slowly
pushed in. Susan could still not control the initial
reflex to contract, blocking my cock's intrusion. As her
arse relaxed again I pushed in further, finally slipping
smoothly inside. Ahhh, Susan had a wonderfully tight
arse. It had taken weeks of training for her to take me
easily this way.
I started pumping my cock into her arse, jolting her body
with each thrust. Her breasts swung with the movement of
her body, swinging in time with the pounding in her arse.
I pulled out until the head of my cock was almost outside
her arse and then thrust quickly in again, sending
shivers through her body. Maria just stood there,
fascinated by the sight of my cock impaling Susan's
rounded arse. One of her hands reached to play with her
pussy, the other softly playing with her large breasts.
The hand on her pussy moved in time with my anal
thrusting, the faster I pumped Susan's arse, the quicker
Maria's hand swirled.
"Sit beside me", I ordered Maria.
I pulled out of Susan's arse and aimed my cock at Maria,
spurting cum over her upturned face. She opened her
mouth and, extending her tongue, swallowed the cum that
went into her mouth, the rest forming white pools on her
face, starting to run down her checks, falling on her
jutting breasts. Susan turned around and started to lick
Maria's face clean. Shovelling some of my seed into
Maria's thirsty mouth, she licked the rest off with her
tongue, drinking deeply.
"It is time to clean up", I said. "Susan, give her the
spare douche for her arse. Explain the rules to her. I
want to start training her quickly. My cock's looking
forward to her sweet arse".
Maria just started at my cock, her lips slightly open.
She stood as Susan took her hand and led her to the
bathroom. Just as she reached the door she turned back
to face me and said, "Thank you for accepting me. I will
gladly serve you any way I can". Giving me a brief, shy
smile, she turned and followed Susan into the bathroom.
Chapter V: The Promised Land.
I cut the boat's motor about 1 km out of Mildala and
pulled over to the north bank. The trip up river had
been uneventful, except for one, hopefully minor
incident. About 5 km out of Mildala I thought I saw
movement in the trees bordering the river. I silenced
the engine and listened. In the darkness I saw the eyes
of a predator reflecting the weak rays of the moon. They
blinked!, and were gone.
The madness had spread.
Concealing the boat as best we could, we shouldered our
belongings and moved towards the town. The girls carried
most of the load. It was necessary for me to move
unencumbered.
We paused frequently to allow me to listen for the sounds
of others out in the night. Twice I thought I heard the
rustle of leaves disturbed, but I saw no definite sign of
pursuit.
The trees began to thin out, suddenly retreating to
provide space for a small house, probably a farm house.
We stepped back and crouched. The house looked like it
had been set about by vandals, and then poorly repaired.
It was clear that some work had been done recently, and
was of poor craftsmanship. I decided to skirt around the
side of the shack. As we approached the back I heard the
clear snap of a twig. We all froze, no orders necessary.
A bird whistle rang out, quickly answered by a second.
The signal conveyed, two men stepped into the clearing
and up to the house. We quickly moved to the rear edge
of the clearing. I sent the girls about 10 metres in,
while I returned to listen. I had to learn about this
new environment. Ignorance would kill me as sure as any
weapon.
I didn't have to wait long. Two, three, four men arrived
at the house. I edged over to the back wall to listen.
By their footsteps, I could tell they were moving to the
room at rear of the house to my left. The glass in the
windows was broken, allowing their whispered counsel to
carry on the night air. One them lit a weak oil lamp
casting a flickering yellow light over the occupants.
"How goes the East Sector", asked one of the men. "On
schedule, Sarge", replied the man on his left. "So we
move in tomorrow as planned", said Sarge, "Order will be
restored, it is our duty". "Drinks!", he roared over his
shoulder. Instantly two women emerged from another room
bringing bottles of some spirit. The women were
completely naked and looked beaten. As she turned to
pour, the eyes of one of the girls looked up, and into
mine. They widened in surprise but she made no other
sign of recognition as she continued to serve the men.
Her eyes almost pulled an involuntary gasp from me. They
were a brilliant green set off by the dark redness of her
hair. Her skin shone a ghostly white in the quiet night.
She showed no sign of fear, more of desperation. One of
the men started to fondle her breasts as she bent to
pour. She started to resist, but a quick reprimand made
her desist. Again she looked at me, her eyes full of
shame.
"GO!!", my mind screamed. I looked back at the girl, but
she had turned away, back out of the room. The spell of
her eyes was broken. I crept back to the girls and we
continued our trek towards the town.
It took almost a hour to cover the short distance
remaining. Dawn was breaking, removing the cover of
night. Finally we came to a small country road.
Remaining in the trees, we followed the road until it
entered the town. Up ahead I saw a small collection of
buildings with a makeshift barricade surrounding them.
Small towers had been erected at points along the wall,
affording early warning of any attack. Clearly the
people here were more organised than in the city. Just
as clearly they felt the need for defence.
What to do? Should I approach the wall and ask for
admittance, or remain hidden. I realised that I really
did not have a choice. I was no woodsman. We would not
live long in the bush. I made up my mind. We would try
our luck. The town looked prepared for defence, not
attack.
My heart pounding, I told the girls to remain hidden
while I cautiously approached the nearest tower. I had
no sooner emerged from the woods than a shout rang out:
"HALT! Identify yourself". "I come in peace", I yelled
back, "I have escaped from the city and am looking for
shelter". "Leave us", the voice replied, "We cannot help
you".
My mind raced. "I have information about the movements
of your attackers", I shouted. A pause, then, "Wait
there. Two guns are aimed on you. If you move you will
be shot". I stood rock still, turning my head, trying to
locate the gunmen. There! I caught a glint of light
from the rising sun on my left. No sign of the second
one.
A man emerged from behind the barricade. As he
approached I could see that he was quite old, perhaps 60
or 70. His face bore the signs of recent fighting. He
stopped about 10 metres in front of me and just stood
looking at me. Finally he said, "You survived 5 months
in the city alone! We have sent three good men to the
city to gather intelligence. None have returned".
"I can look after myself", I replied, "Listen, we don't
have much time. There are men out there planning an
attack on you. They could arrive any time now".
"How can we trust you", he asked, "and what can you offer
us?". "I can offer you information about your enemies,
but more importantly I can offer you myself", I argued.
"I am a good fighter, you yourself said as much when you
mentioned the fact of my survival". "Do you come alone",
the old man asked. "No. I have two women with me. If
you accept me, you must accept them also", I replied.
The old man considered. Suddenly his head jerked up.
"Simon", he called, "come out here". Immediately a large
lean looking young man emerged from the wall and
approached. "A trial of strength", said the old man, "If
you best Simon you may enter with your women. One of our
weaker members will be expelled to conserve food. If you
lose you will be immediately shot".
There was no choice. Simon and I started circling each
other. I waited for the attack. It was not long coming.
Simon lashed out with his left arm, his hand bunched in a
fist. I twisted to deflect the shot when his right hand
swung into my neck, knocking me to the ground. What
speed!! I never saw it coming. He followed up with a
kick to my temple. This time I saw the move and grabbed
his foot between my body and arm. The force of the blow
thundered into my chest, but I held on to this foot and
rolled on the ground, pulling him off balance.
We both sprang to our feet. He approached more
cautiously this time, feinting with his left and right.
Again I waited for his move. He lunged, both hands held
outwards preparing to attack. He lashed out, missing my
ducking head. His other arm was swinging towards my
stomach. I chopped downward, slamming the side of my
hand into his elbow. His arm made contact, but without
much force. The pain of my blow surprised him, as he
quickly retreated.
Now it was my turn to attack. I pounced forward with all
my speed. His hands shot out to defend himself but to no
avail as I slammed the base of my foot into his knee
sending him down. I immediately crouched, my right arm
held high ready to smash down on his head.
"Enough!", shouted the old man. At the last moment I
pulled the punch to the man's head, only stunning him.
"You may join us". He indicated to unseen people behind
him. "Collect Peter and his women", he yelled. I helped
Simon to his feet. He was groggy from the punch. I
turned to the old man and started to ask him a question
but he silenced me with a wave of his hand. "Call your
women", he ordered. Susan and Maria emerged from the
trees at my command and stood nervously behind me.
After a few minutes a number of new people emerged, three
men and three women. The man in the middle turned to the
old man, "Why have you called me out?", he demanded.
"You are cast out", said the old man, "You are the most
useless among us. You have slept during your guard duty
and are always the last to help in our defence. We will
give you food for 3 days. Now go". One of the other men
handed Peter a bundle and pushed him away.
Peter threw himself at the old man's feet, "No, you can't
do this. They will kill me. Please, I beg you, don't do
this". The old man said nothing, turning to me. "Peter
has three women, you bring only three. You can chose one
if you like. The choice is yours", said the old man,
never looking at the grovelling man at his feet.
The three women looked desperately at me. Two of them
were rather pretty. But could I afford to protect
another girl? I decided. "I will take none of them".
"As you wish", said the old man, "Take the newcomer into
the compound and give him lodging". Turning quickly so
as to avoid the despairing eyes of the women, I collected
Susan and Maria and followed one of the men into the
compound. Once we entered I turned to see those
remaining outside return to the wall, followed by the
distraught Peter. One of the men bared his entry. Peter
started to yell insults at the men, refusing to leave.
A shot rang out over Peter's head. He jumped on the
spot, turned, and ran into the woods, yelling threats
behind him. We had arrived, our place won.
One of the men, his name was Robert, lead us to a small
house about 100 meters from the wall. "This is your
lodgings now. I will come for you in the afternoon,
there is much for you to learn. In the meantime I
suggest you sleep", he said. Sleep!! Man, I was tired.
As Robert left we quickly found the bedroom. It
contained one queen size bed and three singles. I
immediately collapsed on the large bed assigning the
girls to the singles. The strain of the journey swelled
up inside me as I fell into the welcoming embrace of a
dreamless sleep.
Sometime later I awoke to find that the girls had moved
into the bed with me and were lying one on either side.
Susan gave me a smile and started nibbling on my ear.
Maria started by unbutton my shirt, indicating for me to
raise my body to allow her to remove it. She moved
lower, undoing my belt, unbuttoning my jeans and undid
the zipper. She slid her long white fingers under the
elastic of my boxer shorts and started to caress by cock,
quickly bringing it to full attention. I lifted my arse
up a little allowing her to quickly remove my jeans and
shorts, leaving me totally naked. Meanwhile Susan had
moved down to my chest, gently licking my nipples,
increasing my arousal. Maria left the bed and undressed,
pulling her dress over her head. The fabric caught on
her large breasts causing them to bounce as she pulled
the dress free. Her breasts stood out proudly, the
nipples standing erect as she lent over placing one of
them in my waiting mouth.
I gently sucked on her nipples, massaging her breasts
with my hands. She started to moan quietly. Maria never
made much noise during sex, just gentle mewing sounds. I
reached down to her sex, finding it as always slick with
her juices. She jumped a little as my fingers made
contact with her clit, slowly circling her sensitive
bump.
Susan had left the bed to undress. Fully naked she moved
behind Maria and inserted a finger into her slick cunt,
causing Maria to moan more loudly. Susan's thumb started
to caress the pucker of Maria's arsehole, using her pussy
fluid as a lubricant. Soon Maria was bucking her arse
and pussy against Susan's hand increasing her pleasure.
Susan slowly side her thumb into Maria's arse, now
fucking her cunt and arse at the same time. Susan and I
had soon learned that Maria loved this double
stimulation. I sucked harder on her nipples, kneading
both her breasts while Susan finger fucked her arse and
pussy. In just a short time I felt Maria's body go tense
with her approaching orgasm, finally released in an
explosion of movement.
Maria, her orgasm subsiding, turned to face Susan gently
kissing her on the lips in thanks. Susan gave her a hug
in return and licked the juice from her delicate fingers.
"Hey, you two love birds, what about me", I joked. The
girls turned to face me and stared at my now fully erect
cock. Giving me a smile, Susan returned to the bed and
knelt between my legs. She ran her tongue down the
length of my cock, returning to the head. As she licked,
I held the base of my cock, holding it up at 90 degrees
to my body, an open invitation for her to take me in her
mouth. Maria also came to the bed bringing her head down
between my legs as she started to lick my thighs. Susan
was still licking the length of my cock, pausing
occasionally to take just the head into her mouth to suck
the pre-cum out. The tension was becoming too great. I
reached down and placed by hands behind Susan head and
pushed her down onto my cock. She had become an
excellent sucker of cock and was able to quickly swallow
the entire length in one graceful movement.
Maria had pushed my legs up allowing her access to my
balls and the sensitive area between them and my arse.
She swirled her tongue around, complimenting the sucking
action of Susan's mouth. The girls had quickly learned
how to work as a team. They alternated sucking my cock,
preventing one to become too tired. The result was a
constant oral assault with only brief pauses as they
swapped my cock between their skilled mouths.
The constant sucking quickly brought me to the brink of
orgasm. Feeling the tension in my body Maria, who now
had my cock in her mouth slowed down. I lifted my head
and enjoyed the sight of her lovely mouth slowly moving
up and down my shaft, her lovely full red lips stretched
by the width of my cock. Maria slowly took my entire
cock into her mouth, pausing for a moment to suck, and
then slowly slid my cock out of her mouth, the pressure
caused by her sucking increasing the sensation. I
enjoyed the sight of this beautiful women giving
sensational head slowly approaching my climax. Maria
sensed the impending explosion and pulled back so that
only the head of my cock was in her mouth. The power of
the men I had killed the previous night was converted
into orgasmic release as I pumped my semen into her
greedy mouth. I filled up her mouth, cum escaping from
the corners of her stretched lips, her swallowing unable
to keep up with the surge of semen spurting into her.
The excess ran down the length of my shaft and into
Susan's waiting mouth. As my orgasm subsided both girls
finished swallowing what they had managed to drink in and
quickly licked up the remainder.
My cock still hard with stolen life, I pulled Susan up
and positioned her waiting pussy over me. She reached
down behind her and grasping my cock, now slick with
saliva, placed its head against her sex. Slowly,
allowing her cunt to adjust to the thickness of my cock,
Susan pushed down until I was fully inside her. Susan
was the more vocal of the girls. She started to moan
more and more loudly as she rocked against me, my cock
impaling her lovely body. Maria reached up and placed
her hands on Susan's hips increasing the speed of her
rocking motion. The pressure on her clit quickly brought
Susan to a climax. She arched her back and cried out in
pleasure, "Oh yes, fuck me, fuck ..".
Pausing to allow the sensations to wash through her body,
Susan began again to move on my cock. As her pleasure
increased she started to lift her body up the length of
my cock almost to the tip before thrusting down again
with all her strength. Maria moved her hands up and
roughly grabbed Susan's breasts squeezing her nipples as
she impaled herself on me. "Screw me, fuck me", Susan
chanted increasing her speed, "Make me cum. OOOOhh, that
feels good, yes, harder, harder". I arched my pelvis
upwards increasing her pleasure as she slammed down on
me.
"The Mayor wants to .... Oh my!!", came a voice from the
door. I turned to see a pretty young women standing in
the doorway, her mouth open in shock and embarrassment.
Susan also turned, saw the girl, smiled and continued to
ride my cock. "What is it?", asked Maria, smiling at the
girl's discomfort. The girl averted her head, but soon
looked back up at Susan pounding her full body up and
down on my cock. She seemed unable to speak, her face
turning a bright red. "Well", coxed Maria, "What does
the Mayor want?". The girl looked at Maria and then back
to the frenzied pumping of Susan's body. Her eyes fixed
on Susan's breasts as they swung in time with her
fucking. With a yell Susan came again, this time with
much more force than the first. She seemed to be
thoroughly enjoying the situation. The young women
watched entranced as Susan arched her back to receive her
orgasm, yelling again in pleasure. Finally, her pleasure
fading, Susan slumped against my chest exhausted.
The girl started in fascination as Susan pulled off my
cock. I was still hard having not yet achieving release.
Susan smiled wickedly at the girl and bend down to take
me into her mouth once more. The girl's eyes widened at
the sight of my proud cock slipping in and out of Susan's
mouth. Susan never took her eyes off the girl as she
quickly pumped me to orgasm. As I came she pulled back,
opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. I spurted cum
into her mouth, onto her checks, nose and hair. Susan
swallowed the semen as she continued to milk me with her
hands, all the time looking at the visitor.
Finally, my seed depleted, Susan rose up on her knees and
turned to face the girl, her face covered with thick
globs of milky semen. She brought her hand to her face
and covered her fingers with the sticky liquid which she
proceeded to massage into Maria's breasts.
Recovering her voice the girl whispered, "The Mayor wants
to see you immediately".
"Can I get cleaned up first?", asked Susan wickedly.
"I... well I suppose, ummm ...", stammered the girl
completely thrown off balance. Not knowing what else to
do the girl turned and fled from the room. The tension
broken we all burst in laughter. The girls returned to
my side giggling with amusement.
"Come on girls", I said, "Fun's over. Get dressed and
let's find out what our situation is".
To be continued.....
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