Apocalypse Slaves Pt. 09

"Wow... you really do know people here," Christina said with eyebrows raised in surprise.

"It wasn't easy," he admitted. "I had to contact mom and dad and call in quite a few favors. But I got straight through when I told them that I might be on Caine's hit list." He paused, looking down at his hands before summoning up the nerve to look her in the eye. "When he attacked the White House, Caine confirmed to the President what you'd told me; everyone who'd been sold at the Auction House three months ago had been taken from the wastes against their will. Spicer was keeping his girls in sub-human conditions and Payne was forcibly injecting his girls with Venus to make them more pliable. Even the Auction House had been hit. Had the President not treated his own girls with dignity, like I'd thought everyone who frequented the Auction House was supposed to be doing, we'd be hearing of his assassination by now." He shook his head in disgust. "You tried to tell me about this three months ago when I bought you and I wouldn't listen. Then I stopped listening when you dropped to your knees to blow me."

"I did that because I'd thought that you were a decent man at the time," Christina told him, setting the book aside on the nightstand. "And you were a decent man and a decent Master up until today. My ass still hurts even though I've put lotion and salve on it twice already. Took me awhile to even get up off the floor; that's how hard you beat me today and when I'd decided that I'd had enough of this façade."

He cringed, obviously wishing he could take this afternoon back. "I'm sorry... I... didn't think..." he blew out a long breath. "Downstairs you were saying that you'd been tossed out onto the streets with nothing on before?" he asked. "What happened?"

Christina debated internally on whether or not to tell him and then decided that she'd probably get further with him with full disclosure. "I'm what you people here have been calling a vault survivor. I came out of the Lincoln Cryo Bunker four months ago. Before the Flare hit the Earth; my husband had cheated on me... calling me a godless whore despite the fact that he was the one sleeping around... my family disowned me, I lost my job, and my own children turned on me thanks to my husband. So, if I was going to be called a prostitute, I figured that I'd become one. I pleasured men for money to rebuild my life, went back to stripping that helped pay for my education before I'd gotten married, and eventually went into porn. When the Flare was coming, I sold everything I had and travelled the country in my RV, doing the same thing. When I came out of cryo, I went back to doing what I had been doing and I liked it," she explained to him.

Liam nodded in understanding. "You made your own way in the world that was given you... I can respect that. So, what can I do to help you?" Liam asked.

"For starters; I'm no longer your slave and I'm moving into this room to wait for Caine. Now, in the meantime until he shows up, I can't give you a quarter of a million bucks for what you paid for me but I can help you recoup the losses just like I helped a man recoup his losses with me out in Lincoln. Hold parties and i can pimp myself out to the highest bidders." She did some quick mental figuring. "I figure five to ten grand a client for half hour of my services should suffice as its comparable to the hundred tabs a half hour I was charging out in the wastes. I'll need some nice dresses since your... friends... took everything that I owned."

He arched an eyebrow at her. "You really think that you're that good? I mean, I've had you and while I think that you're a good lay, I don't think that you're worth that much money."

"You said that I was worth it when I gave you that killer blowjob when you bought me." She gave him a patronizing smile. "And that was when I was just your slave. I just went along with whatever your whims were to survive from one day to the next. When I'm on my game, I'll blow your fucking mind."

Liam grinned. "Prove it."

"What's in it for me?" Christina asked point-blank.

"If you're as good as you think you are, then I'll buy you all the clothes and supplies that you want, outfit a vehicle similar to that RV that you had before the flare, and you only owe me a hundred grand to work off," he said. "But..." Liam raised a finger. "You do have to stay here until Caine shows up and get him off of my back just like the President's slave did for him."

"Fine, but I also want your promise that you're going to start affecting changes here in the U.S." she told him, picking up her book and wagging it at him. "For starters, getting rid of the corruption and loopholes that the auction houses are using under the Breeder Act. You had reservations about buying me when you thought that I'd been kidnapped. You should've acted on that."

"Okay." Liam nodded once. "Deal."

Christina slid off of the bed and walked over to him. Taking him by the hand, she led him back downstairs to the enclosed terrace that overlooked the backyard and the swimming pool. She sat him down in the couch facing the fireplace and then got the fire going with the turn of a knob nearby. Then, despite her still throbbing ass and after she put some slow music on, she sauntered back over to him, one foot in front of the other as if she were back onstage at one of her strip clubs.

Right when she got to him, she spun in place, ran her hands up into her hair, lifting it, and swayed her hips back and forth provocatively in front of him. Then she gyrated her butt back, rubbing it up against his lap over his groin, causing him to groan with lust. When he reached out to touch her, she slapped his hand way and danced her way just out of arm's reach, wagging her finger at him and shaking her head no. Then she dropped to her knees before him, went down to all fours, threw her head and her hair back, and crawled back to him. When she got back to him, she slithered up his body, subtly undoing his belt and his jeans. Then it was back up onto his lap to bump and grind against him, including lifting her tits up into his face and hugging him in such a way to bury his head into her cleavage before getting off of him to dance some more.

Her tactics were working as he was reaching down to readjust himself from the wood that he was now sporting. His eyes were locked onto her as he saw her in a completely new light. She danced and swayed to the music, playing with herself in front of him in the process, and even shaking her ass for his viewing enjoyment. When he was moving to take his cock out to start masturbating himself, she walked back over to him, stopped him, and took him into her mouth. Her hands rand up his body underneath of his shirt to play with and scratch his nipples as she sucked on him. When he was rock hard, she climbed up onto his lap, placed her hands on his shoulders, looked him in the eyes to give him a coy wink, and then lowered herself down onto his cock without having to handle him on the way in.

"Ohhhh God..." Liam gurgled as he placed his hands onto her hips as she rode him. "Where was this three months ago when I bought you?"

"Hiding because you didn't want a partner, you wanted a slave," Christina told him in a husky whisper as she slowly moved up and down his cock, squeezing it with her pussy every time she slid down it. "I've been doing this, more or less, for twenty years. I can give you more pleasure as a paid courtesan than I can as an owned slave just because that is who I am. Anyone can fuck, but only true masters can elevate it to an art form like I have." She wrapped her arms around his head and pulled him close to her chest again, allowing him to suckle at her tit as she fucked him in a slow and sensual rhythm.

"It's a manner of reading your partner and anticipating their needs and desires of what they really want. It's all about promoting a fantasy that they want to act out. Take yourself, for instance," she told him. "You fancy yourself a dom, which is true to a point, but what you truly desire from your tastes in women is a cougar MILF who is experienced in the art of lovemaking. Otherwise, why else would you have someone on your list who was older than you were?" She sighed when she felt his lips lock around her left nipple and she held him there, running her hands through his hair as she continued riding him slow, rotating her hips forward and down whenever she sank back down on his cock to get herself going. She took his hands from her hips and slid them around to her ass so that he could grope them possessively. The pain from the spanking earlier mixed with the pleasure that she felt now. "Oh yes..." she whimpered. "Just like that."

Liam had been meeting her downward motion with upward thrusts of his own. He squeezed her ass and sucked on her tits hard. Finally, he groaned into her cleavage as his cock swelled inside of her. "I'm gonna blow..." he ground out.

"Do it..." she breathed. "Cum inside of me."

"AAAAHHHHGH..." he gasped as his cock blew up into her. Christina let out a surprised gasp of her own at how sudden he came and bore down on his cock hard. After a minute of still fucking him while he was in the middle of his orgasm, Christina's body shook as she finally hit her climax. Her pussy clamped down onto his cock, squeezing it from base to tip as she came. Her body shuddered, and they held each other tight while riding out the orgasm together.

"Okay..." Liam said in between hard breaths as he came down from his erotic high, "you really ARE worth it."

"Hmph..." Christina smiled in triumph, thinking of what she was going to do with her newfound freedom as they collapsed onto her bed. "Told you."

"You were right..." he sighed. "About a lot of things." He rolled over to his back and stared off into the ceiling. "You know, I really did like Lily..." he looked sideways at Christina. "Were you right about me needing to give her a spanking?"

"The morning after you first brought her here, she tried to establish dominance with me," Christina smirked. "She failed miserably, and I became her secret Mommy-dom. I was fucking her either late at night after you fell asleep or early morning before you got up. Sometimes, when she knew you weren't coming by the house all day, she'd come over her for me to dominate her."

"You're shitting me!"

Christina shook her head. "She's also pregnant with your kid, only a couple months along as we'd downed Venus cocktails and then used a double ended dildo with your sperm in it to fuck each other. She lost. Relax, she likes you, but she needs someone to get her kink on with while also being a father to her kid," she reassured him. "Invite her to the next party and I'll take care of it for you if you really do like her. If she balks, get me on the phone and I'll order her ass here."

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CHAPTER 94: Christina the Courtesan

A few nights later when Friday night hit, Christina was working the crowd in a red dress that was slit from her ankle up the side all the way to her thigh with no underwear on whatsoever. Maids and servants moved this way and that to attend to guests' needs. The revelation that his slave was just playing the entire time caused Liam to hire a permanent staff saying that "People who worked for money were far more trustworthy."

Her first potential client scoffed at her initial asking price. Then he got intrigued at the fact that she'd gotten him hard just by talking to him, rubbing up against him, and idly caressing his forearm while talking to him at an intimate distance. She led him up to her room where she laid him out on the bed, took his pants down, and gave him one of her famous blowjobs.

When he was ready to blow, she eased off on the blowjob, instead climbing up onto his body, hiking up her skirt, and lowering herself down onto his cock without guiding him and while maintaining eye contact with him. He let out a low moan of appreciation as he drove up into her wetness. Christina undid the clasp behind her neck, letting the top fall down to expose her firm, round breasts to him. She guided his hands up her body so that he could play with them as she rode him to orgasm. He came hard up inside of her so much that she swore that she was going to be blown off of his cock. She expertly faked and orgasm for him to give him the illusion that he was the best.

That got her double the price he'd initially paid for her.

By the time that she'd got back downstairs after cleaning up from him, word was starting to spread. After she'd paid Liam the twenty grand she'd earned from her first client, he was totally sold on her abilities and was bragging to his guests how he'd been entertaining the famous Christina Courtesan from the Wastelands for three months now. It boosted his stock and hers all at once for that bit of fiction. She didn't mind as they both benefited from the harmless lie. She got two more clients in quick succession because of it that netted her another twenty grand between the two of them. "Remind me to take you in the hot tub later tonight," she whispered huskily to Liam, nibbling at his earlobe when she paid him her recent gains.

"I thought that I had to pay for your services now?" He asked in a joking manner.

"For keeping my secret and promoting me under my new traveling name? I owe you for that, honey," she said, giving him a quick, passionate kiss while rubbing his crotch through his pants. She then spied a familiar face in the crowd. "Actually, check that... I got something better for you tonight." Christina grabbed his hand and pulled him along. "Come with me."

Lily had just walked in, looking around. Her eyes settled on Christina and she smiled. She then frowned when she saw that she had Liam in tow. "Don't say a word, Missy," Christina chastised her, grabbing her hand and pulling her towards the stairs, "Just follow Mommy and you'll be taken care of." She led the two of them down to the rec room where she directed Lily to lie down on a padded leather sawhorse. "And lift your skirt for Mommy..." she told the girl.

"Yes, Mommy..." Lily meekly said, even though mixed feelings were etched on her face.

Christina looked at Liam and gestured to her. "Punish her."

"What? Me?" Liam said uncertainly. "I only do that to slaves, not free women."

Christina crossed her arms and gave him a disparaging look. Then she rolled her eyes and sighed, throwing her hands up in the air as she turned to Lily. "Do you have a need to be punished, dear?" she asked in a sweet, but commanding voice. She brought her hand down and smacked Dakota on the ass.

"OOOOOooooo!" Dakota wailed as she rocked on the horse. "Mmmmm... yes Mommy... I've been bad..."

"Holy fuck..." Liam muttered. He then caught Christina pantomiming that he should take off his belt. He did so, doubling it in his hand and walking up behind Lily. Getting an idea, he took it in both hands and pulled it taught, snapping the leather. Lily jerked in shock, but then moaned deeply and lifted her ass up to him.

"MMmm... punish me, Daddy... I've been really bad to you these past few months..." she whined while wiggling her ass for him. She then cried out and moaned when Liam did so. "Oooohhhh... One... daddy..."

"Enjoy..." Christina said, standing up and heading back up the stairs amid Liam spanking Lily with the belt and Lily crying, whining, and moaning in pleasure while submissively counting out the swats.

*

"So," a dark-haired man with a goatee in a black business suit asked Christina after she'd been mingling on the floor for another half hour while Liam and Lily got it on downstairs. "I hear that you're the woman to talk to for some action of the horizontal variety."

"Hmmm... perhaps... if you can meet my wages, Mister..." Christina trailed her voice off as she fished for his name.

"Douglas," the man said, taking her hand and kissing her knuckles politely. "Michael Douglas. And I can match any price you name."

Christina smiled at him, stepping closer so that she could press her body against his. She nuzzled her head against his and whispered into his ear. "So would that make you The American President, The Wolf of Wall Street, or do you just want to be Romancing The Stone while looking for my Jewel of the Nile?" she asked.

He pulled back and beamed at her. "A woman who knows her old movies. I might just be in love." He slid an arm around her waist and gestured towards the north wing. "How about we... negotiate... in private?"

"Yes... let's..." Christina agreed. They went upstairs to her room and she closed and locked the doors behind them. Then she turned and leaned back against the door, giving him a wolfish grin. "I expected you to be... older... Caine."

"Ya got me," Caine admitted, holding his hand apart in mock surrender. "What gave me away?"

"From all the stories I've heard about you, one that sticks out to me is that you have a tendency to pick your fake names from old movies and dead actors. I also read the newspapers on your last two hits; they're always after some big social function that the victim throws. There hasn't been one until tonight and I'm one of the girls that the Crusaders caught and sold off," Christina explained. "So normally your chosen moniker would work... had I not been from a time when those movies were still relatively current. They're ancient history now."

Caine gave her a polite golf clap. "Bravo..." he said. "So, let's talk about you now, Miss Christina 'Courtesan', how have you been since you woke up from the vault since you and I both know you are not as experienced out in the wastes as these guests seem to believe."

"What gave me away?"

"Other than the fact that no one had ever heard of you outside of Lincoln?" Caine asked rhetorically. "I found your name on the list of women sold by the Crusaders and compared it to the master list of the vault you'd come out of. Identical descriptions and pictures except for the last name being changed. It didn't take a huge leap in logic from there."

"So, what happens now?" Christina asked.

"That depends on you."

"Overall, Liam is a good guy," Christina admitted. "He freaked when he heard you were making hits and overreacted. He's letting me go and setting me up with everything that I've lost and then some."

"Where are you going to go from here?" Caine asked her.

"I'm thinking back out west into the wastes to get my name going... maybe go exploring again." She snapped her fingers as a memory came back. "Which reminds me, I want you to look at something..." she crossed over to the desk in her room and wrote down fourteen city names and handed it to him. "I found this list of names in a bunker under the airbase in Omaha. I was on my way back to Lincoln to give this to you when I got nabbed." She then proceeded to tell him everything that she'd seen down there.

"U.S. Strategic Forces Command?" Caine said, arching an eyebrow as he looked it over.

"You know of it?"

"I'm... ah... older than I look."

Another memory stirred, and she snapped her fingers. "You're that boy in the cryo bunker that I saw beating on the cryo pods when we were revived!"

Caine flinched as if he were slapped. "Not many people know that," he admitted after letting out a long breath. "I'll keep your secret if you keep mine?"

"First tell me how you came to be the new Caine."

"My name all along is Caine Douglas. My friend, Henry Bailey..."

"The Governor of Lincoln?"

Caine nodded. "The very same. He survived the Flare while we were in cryo. He used my stuff and my name to create the Mythical Caine." He shrugged. "So, I took back over when I found my way into Lincoln." He regarded her. "Now I get to ask you; what happens now?"

"Well, don't kill Liam, please. He realized his fuck-up and started to atone for them by helping me out. I even think that he's going to start changing things here in the U.S."