Apocalypse Slaves Pt. 03

"Ten."

"Damn." Reverend whistled. "Alright then. We'll start pony-girl training with her tomorrow. Well done. Feel free to take her to bed with you tonight as a reward."

"Yes sir!" Trainer said with pride. "Thank you sir!"

*

Adam flexed his grip on the assault rifle in anticipation. This was his first mission as a Retributionist and he wanted to make sure that he did well. A month of healing and training had finally come to fruition. Hand-To-Hand Combat, knife fighting, pistols, rifles, and even small artillery and mortars; he was trained in a hard sun-up to sun-down program. He was leaner and muscular than he'd been working his farm and in better shape than he'd ever been in his life. This was a good fit for him and he was ready to fight. As Walker had put it during training; he'd been a dull knife before, now he was a sharpened blade ready to kill.

His target was lumbering down the road; the tell-tale belching black smoke, the roar of an unmuffled engine, and ramshackle rattling of a truck down a lonely back road heading south. He looked through his scope, an ACOG as Walker put it, and sighted in on the cab of the truck. He ignored the covered cage on the back of the truck bed as it didn't take a scientist to figure out what was back there; slaves. He spotted two raiders inside the cab

Taking a few calming breaths to steady out his heart rate, Adam waited. He fought the urge to do something... anything. It was already grating on his nerves that he had to let the advance scouts pass his concealed position off to the side of the road. The sight of the bikers and 4-wheeled ATVs with newly captured naked slaves tied down to the fronts while their riders fucked them as they rode rankled Adam's nerves. It brought back images of when Tanya had been captured. If I can't get her back then by God I'll deny these assholes from taking anyone else against their will... he silently vowed.

Walker had assured him that his feelings were natural and that he would get to vent his pent-up anger on the raiders. But they had to let the forward scouts go by with their prizes or else they might tip off the big prize of the slaver truck that followed behind. Then it was a matter of mopping up prior to the rear guard coming up.

When his quarry was close enough Adam sighted in on the driver, took a deep breath, slowly exhaled, and squeezed the trigger. His shot would set the others into motion. The windshield of the truck spider-webbed out from the hole left by his bullet. A splotch of blood sprayed across the back wall of the cab as the driver's upper torso was blown out. The body jerked and slumped over.

It was at that time that the raider in the passenger's seat felt that it was a good time to panic. He grabbed for the wheel to try and keep the truck on the road. It swerved and fishtailed before coming to a stop. Already, Adam was charging out of cover, rifle up, firing on the cab. At various points along the same side of the road on either side of him, his fellow soldiers were likewise advancing with rifles up and firing. The raider in the cab never had a chance as his blood wound up painting the entire interior in a brilliant spray of crimson.

Adam and three others ran for the back of the truck. The two raider guards that were on perches back there fell to the fusillade of their bullets. One soldier then took out bolt cutters to cut the lock while the other two each grabbed a handle and opened the gates up. That left Adam to leap up inside to start unshackling the girls and guiding them out to his brothers in arms. It wasn't a position of honor or anything. Far from it in fact. He'd been told that the rookies were always given the task of jumping in the back as they were the first ones targeted when the counterattacks came.

He didn't care. He'd do the job or die trying.

*

Mary knew there was something wrong when the truck went into a sideways slide before jerking to an abrupt halt. Despite having her wrists manacled behind her back and her neck tethered to the bed of the truck by a collar and leash, she managed to spread her knees out a bit wider to maintain her balance. She just prayed that the truck didn't flip or else her and the rest of the naked girls with her would all hang and more than likely be killed from strangulation. That thought in of itself was enough to make her agitated.

At first when she heard the distant pop, she thought it was just a new engine noise. But when more pops came from the right side of the truck and then there was the pinging of metal, she knew that they were under attack. It brought back memories from when she was twenty and taken in a raid from her settlement that was all the home that she knew. Raiders came at them in the night, killed the men and abducted all of the women and children. That had been five years ago. Now she just moved from owner to owner as she was bought, sold, and traded among various masters along the way. So she was now going to be taken now by another group. Big deal.

The fire ended and Mary looked over her shoulder at the doors. Whoever their attackers were was going to be coming through any moment now. There was the sound of more gunfire as the guards on the back of the cage were gunned down and then the sound of bolt cutters snapping the lock off. The doors flew open and that was when she saw him.

The man came up with practiced ease. He slung his rifle over his back, drew a knife, and started slashing at the leashes. "Get up and move to the doors! Go! Go! Go!" he shouted, helping each girl to their feet as he cut them free. The girls did as they were told as they had no other choice in the matter. Mary studied the man with the scarred face as he methodically freed each slave and passed them to his comrades who were waiting to catch the girls as they jumped out the back.

"Adam," someone called out to him in alarm, "Get a move on! The rear guard is closer than we thought!" To punctuate the point, there was the woosh as a rocket went by the truck and exploded into the ground some distance in front of it.

"Get clear! I just have this blonde left!" Adam yelled back as he advanced on Mary. He swiped his knife down across her leash and hefted her up by grabbing her by the armpits. Then he half carried, half dragged her out the back of the truck himself. She got her feet underneath of her when he jumped so that they landed together. "That way! Move!" Adam commanded her, pointing off to their right.

Mary's eyes were darting every which way as she took in the commotion. The other people in Adam's party were scurrying back into cover off to the left with naked, shackled women in tow. There were raiders on quads coming up the road ahead of them, and there was nothing but fallen trees and lots of divots and small hills in the direction Adam indicated. "Your people are that way!" she protested.

"Yeah, but cover is that way!" Adam said as he ran with her.

"HEADS UP!" someone yelled

"INCOMING!" another person yelled.

"Dive!" Adam said, jumping up and over a fallen log. Mary did as she was told and they both landed on the hard, parched ground on the other side. She couldn't resist the urge to look up and she did, poking her head up over the log in time to see another rocket corkscrewing through the air going straight for the truck.

Adam reached up and pulled her back, placing her face down on the ground. Then she felt his bulk overtop of her as he covered her with his body. There was another explosion, this one much louder and more intense then the first as Mary guessed that it hit the truck. The truck blew up in such a brilliant explosion that she could see the flash from it despite being pinned underneath of Adam.

Then he was off of her as he popped back up with his rifle at the ready. He fired a few bursts and then ducked back down. Mary moved to get back to her feet and he pushed her back down. "Stay there. You're safer on the ground. This log is thick and should absorb anything they fire at us short of rockets."

"O...Okay." Mary said, amazed at the fact that he seemed genuinely concerned for her wellbeing. She looked up at him as he continued to fend off the same raiders who not a few minutes ago had been the ones who'd bought her at an auction because her previous master wanted someone newer, younger, and fresher. She was used goods as far as anyone was concerned but this man didn't seem to care as he'd just saved her twice in the space of mere seconds.

Adam stopped firing. He reloaded and she watched as he looked around for more people to shoot at. Then she heard someone from the other side of the road call "CLEAR!" Adam responded in kind and then helped her up to her feet.

The raiders who'd owned her were now all dead; their bodies now lying either on the ground or slumped over their vehicles. The truck was a burning wreck and she could feel the scorching heat coming off of it. Adam led her over to where the rest of his people were at, engrossed in the process of using bolt cutters to cut the chains holding their manacles together. Mary's was the last to be cut when the cutters were handed to Adam for him to do the honors. She flexed her stiff arms and smiled at him. "Uhm... thank you," she said.

"No problem," he said, returning the smile. He gestured over to a line of quads that were lined up past the tree line. "Come on, let's get you out of here and cleaned up, shall we?"

"That'd be great," she said. As they rode back to town, Mary found it odd that not once did he touch her in any kind of sexual manner. When they came to a stop and he let her off of the quad, she looked at him, puzzled. "So... Do I belong to you now?"

Adam let out a harrumph of amusement. "No," he said with a shake of his head. "From what I understand of the Retributionists here; you're free to choose your own destiny. You can ask for a protector if you so choose. But if you want to leave and strike out on your own, no one is going to stop you."

"Why?" Mary was confused. Usually women outside of Hab Cities just passed from one owner to another.

"Something about some big row that went on here a year ago. The Rets wound up changing their policy so that no one is forced to stay here against their will. So this building here was converted to a dorm room for newly liberated slaves as they figure out if they want to give themselves to someone here in town, just stay here and find work, or if they want to take a chance. At any rate; you have a soft mattress, a hot shower, and a hot meal waiting for you inside."

"Will I see you again, Adam?" she asked with hope in her voice

"I'll be around," He said with a smile as he kicked his quad into gear and rode off.

*

Trainer led a bow-legged walking Tanya to his small quarters within the Puritan Compound. He pushed her onto the bed and Tanya rolled onto it, laying face up with her arms and legs automatically splaying out to be spread-eagled and totally open to him. Even though her blank eyes were staring up at the ceiling, he still leered down at her as he eagerly stripped his clothes off. This was a rare honor for him as the slaves were usually confined to their small cells or tethered to a mattress out in the commons for the Puritans to whore them out to their very select clientele. One had to be REALLY high on Reverend's list to rate private slave use and Trainer didn't want to waste the opportunity. Maybe, just maybe, he was moving up in the world. After all, he'd helped in the exodus from the Farm when it was destroyed nearly a year ago and had backed Reverend when he took over and made his changes.

It was funny, Trainer thought as he mounted Tanya and plunged his cock into her sopping wet pussy, but not much had changed after the local raider gangs banded together to take down the Farm. They'd lost some stock in the raid, lost the compound, but that was about it. They merely relocated further south and stopped harassing traders that had come thought and business continued as normal. Their clients found them again, for both sex toys and the export of milk, and life went on. It was their error in accosting traders, Reverend had surmised, that led to his predecessor's downfall. They'd attracted too much attention to themselves and thus made themselves vulnerable. Now that they were doing things differently, the locals in the region seemed content to leave them alone while the raiders all traded blows for supremacy.

But all of that was the past, in Trainer's mind. Now all he wanted to do was fuck the shit out of his voluptuous slave girl whose mind he's succeeded in breaking. As he fucked her hard and fast, fascinated with the gentle sway of her huge jugs each time he drove into her, he just decided to live in the moment and enjoy. Hell, maybe if he were lucky, Reverend would let him keep this one and let him be a pony chariot driver or something.

*

Trainer was enjoying himself, Tanya could surmise that much. She was totally numb from the brain down as he mounted her and started humping her hard. She didn't care. All that mattered to her was the next impending orgasm. His pubis grounded down into hers in a rapid staccato while his pubic hair tickled her bare pussy and smooth inner thighs. He latched onto her breasts; his mouth on her right tit while his hand attacked her left. She felt her left nipple being squeezed and tweaked hard while his tongue lapped over her right nipple. Tanya sucked in a lusty breath and gasped as the pleasure built within her. When she felt his cock swell within her, she clamped down onto it with her pussy and wrapped her legs around his waist to squeeze. When he came, she went right with him and their bodies buzzed together in an erotic high.

It wasn't the only position that she'd be in that night. She was then made to suck Trainer off to hardness and then get down onto all fours. Then she was pounded from behind until they both got off. More sucking his cock and then she was on her side with Trainer holding her left leg straight up in the air while he pounded her sideways. More sucking and then she was in a figure 4 position where she was half on her side, half on her stomach, with one leg straight down and the other forward and bent so that Trainer was fucking her pussy at an angle. That one she really liked because he got nice and deep while putting pressure onto her pussy and leaving him free to fondle her breast while he pounded her from behind. It was one that her and Adam did all the time and it never failed to get her off.

Adam... she cried out in her mind as she orgasmed again right when Trainer unloaded yet another wad of cum into her. As Trainer emptied his balls out deep into her pussy and then settled down behind her, she couldn't help but remember the way Adam had snuggled with her before almost in a similar way. He'd lovingly stroke her dark hair while whispering into her ear how much he loved her. Even as Trainer snaked his hand around and rested it upon her breast much like Adam had, Tanya figured that while her body, and arguably her mind, might belong to the raiders, her heart and soul would always belong to Adam.

Adam... she thought again as she drifted to sleep. They might've taken her, they might've broken her, they might own her, but she'd always belong to him... dead or alive.

*

Adam woke up the instant the door to his room opened with his pistol in hand. He pulled it back the moment he saw the nude form of Mary standing there in the doorway. "Geez..." he said, letting out the breath he hadn't realized he had been holding. "Knock next time." He couldn't help but allow his eyes to rove up and down her body now that he had a chance to do so here in his own room. She was slightly taller than Jenni; fuller in the hips and the chest as well. Her legs were long and toned and he couldn't help but notice the dark rose colored nubs on her breasts were already nice and hard. Adam mentally berated himself for lusting after yet another woman when Tanya was out there somewhere.

"I'm sorry..." Mary said softly. "I... I couldn't sleep. I don't feel safe. Can I come in?"

Adam frowned but nodded for her to enter. "You were in the dorm rooms in the center of town that's protected 'round the clock by us. That's the safest place here." He pointed out.

Mary walked in and sat on the foot of the bed. "Can I be honest with you?" she asked, brushing a strand of her long blonde hair out of her face. Another nod. "I've never felt safe the entire time I've been alive until the other day when you pulled the raider off of me and kept me by your side," she explained, folding and wringing her hands in her lap.

"Ah," Adam was at a loss for words. "I... uh... I just did what I thought was right."

"Even when you protected me with your body when the truck blew up?" she asked. He nodded. "No one else, ever, had put themselves into danger because of me. No one had ever protected me the way you have. I want to be here; with you."

"Mary..." He said, sitting up. How was he going to put this as gentle as possible? "Look; you're a lovely young woman and all..."

"I'm not that much younger than you are. I'm a first gen flare survivor just like you." She pointed out. You're what? Just turning forty? I'm twenty-five and know what I want."

"I'm not THAT old." Adam laughed. "I'm only ten years older than you are."

"Still. I've been on my own since I was eighteen. I've been passed from raider gang to raider gang since I was twenty. If you don't take me then I have no idea where I will end up next but I'm willing to bet that it won't be someone as nice and considerate as you are."

"I'm married." Adam finally blurted out.

Mary nodded. "I know. I talked with some of the other slaves here. They think that it's sweet that you're still in love with your wife and I can fully understand and respect that." She shrugged. "Look; find your wife, by all means. I'll even help you in your efforts and be her as well slave when you do find her. Never once touch me again once you do find her. I won't mind. Although..." she gave him a coy smile as her hand drifted down between her legs to rub at her bald pussy, "a girl does get lonely and I hope that you'll at least let me fuck some other man on occasion."

Adam let out another rueful laugh. "So you'll just do what I say, when I say it?" he asked.

Another shrug. "I only know how to do two things; fuck and do domestic work while naked. What can I say; I am a sub and I am used to such treatment. That... and I like getting ordered around and used... by the right owner." She gave him a wink.

"So if I were to say to lay down on the floor and get yourself of then?"

Mary didn't hesitate. She laid herself out on the carpet, her brown-blonde hair spreading all over the place. As soon as her back hit the floor she spread her legs open wide and kept her knees up and parted. Her left hand immediately came up to her plump left breast to rest overtop of it while her right hand drifted down to her pussy where she began to rub at her mound. Mary let out a soft moan as she maintained eye contact with him while she masturbated. Adam watched in morbid fascination as her hand sped up as she vigorously rubbed her clit and played with her nipple. Mary started to quietly whimper on the floor as she closed her eyes and lifted her hips up for him to see everything. A minute later she let out a deep groan and her body trembled as the orgasm washed over her. She relaxed, splaying her limbs wide as she enjoyed the aftershocks.

"Holy shit..." Adam breathed. He'd since moved down to sit at the foot of the bed to watch and never before in his life had he been so hard than after watching Mary perform just for him. "You're serious about this."

"Mmmm-hm," Mary mewed in assent as she collected herself, twisting about to get up onto her knees in a supplicant position. Her grey eyes met his. "I've been a slave for no less than five men over the years," she said, still breathing hard. His eyes couldn't help but to fall downward to view the rise and fall of her flushed chest. "This is probably the only time, ever, that I will have the opportunity to choose a master for myself. I want my master to be you. I want you to be my protector and guardian and I, in turn, will be yours to do with as you please."