Apocalypse Slaves Pt. 14

"Yes, Master," Melanie said morosely, hanging her head and resigning herself to her fate. Seeing Ana again brought back fond recent memories and it saddened her to see her for just one, cruel, fleeting moment just to be yanked away. She followed meekly behind her Master... or she should say Ambrose as if her stall was already taken then that meant she was already sold and had a new Master. She wondered who it was.

The voice she heard as they approached a vehicle made her blood turn cold. "Ahhh, there, she is! My little Pre-Flare Flower!" Melanie's eyes went wide as saucers as she looked up and saw Fat Man for the first time; looking every bit short and pudgy with a thin villain's moustache and evil grin as she'd pictured him. Even his black hair was thinning in places and made her think that it was any wonder he had to pay for pussy as there was no way he was getting it on his own merits. It was just another testament as to how cruel this new world was to people where the evil, sick, and depraved reigned supreme. He was beckoning her forward with his beefy hands that had been the source of her punishing sessions with him many times before. "Come, my dear, let's get you packed away properly for the journey."

Melanie looked at Ambrose in a silent plea of help and he shook his head. "Saul, here, is your Master now. He bought you for an insane amount of tabs and was gracious enough to wait for me to find a replacement for you on the team. Now that those terms have been fulfilled, you're his now," he explained. Then, with a small shove, he pushed Melanie towards him.

"Don't worry," Saul leered at her as he brought her into a crushing bear hug and put a big, wet, sloppy kiss onto her mouth with his thick, pudgy lips, "you'll get used to me in time." He then directed her to a trunk box that he had sitting on the ground in the back of his ramshackle vehicle. It looked like a Ford SUV had a bastard love child with an El Camino or a Ranchero. "Put the chastity harness on, slut." Saul ordered her.

Melanie looked into the trunk and saw a full set of chastity gear in there waiting for her. It wasn't too unlike her pony girl harness. She got the belt first, with two beaded dildos in the metal crotch, that had two rings dangling underneath of it. Melanie put the belt on, grimacing as she was penetrated up her ass and pussy at the same time by the large metal beaded dildos, while slipping her legs through the two rings. Saul then cinched the rings and the belt close, locking them with his keys. Melanie got the bra next, that was a band with two metal cups on it to go around her breasts, with a metal chain that ran from one cup to the other that would go behind her neck. She put it on and it was cinched closed and locked by Saul. Last, but probably not least, her leather pony girl collar was removed in favor of a metal one that matched the chastity gear that she was in. She sighed with she heard the cotter pin snap once it was put in, locking her permanently inside of this thing. Melanie was thankful that the metal was padded by a soft leather and some kind of foam, otherwise the metal would've been cutting into her skin. She also noticed that this was a cruel device as there'd be no way she could touch herself in any sensual way to get off, the metal up her ass and pussy wouldn't move like the leather barding in her pony girl harness did.

"One last thing," Saul said, taking cuffs out that he placed on her ankles and wrists, snapping the cotter pins off of them as well. He then latched her wrist cuffs behind her back. "There, now you're ready. Now, step into the trunk and kneel down."

Whimpering, Melanie did as she was told. She knelt in the box, dipping her head down to the floor of the thing. The box lid was then closed overtop of her, encasing her in darkness. She heard the click of a lock on the outside. There'd be no escape for her. Then she felt the whole thing being lifted up and loaded into Saul's vehicle and then heard straps being thrown over top of it and ratcheted down so that it wouldn't move. Melanie sighed in despair. Not only had she been sold, but she'd been sold to the one person that she didn't want to be owned by It made her wonder if her lifespan was going to be measured in days, weeks, or months now as she knew the only thing that had been holding Fat Man... Saul... back from unleashing his true, sadistic depravity were the handlers. Now, without that safety there, she wondered what all he'd be capable of. It made her shudder to think of what all he could do to her.

After a few moments of waiting in total silence, she felt the vehicle start up and then move. Her home for the past six months or so was now receding behind them and Melanie had no idea where she was going. She tried to keep a mental image of where they were heading in her mind, but Saul had taken so many twists and turns that she wound up losing track of her internal map. Soon the vibrations of the vehicle from its massive engine lulled her to sleep. She woke up when the vehicle came to a stop and her trunk was being lifted off of the back. Wherever they had gone to, they were now there. Her trunk was opened up and she blinked as the sunlight washed in from above. She felt Saul's beefy hands grabbing her, helping her up and out of the trunk. As soon as she was able to clear her vision, she saw that they were in a well-groomed driveway underneath of patio carport. It was the entryway to a grand estate building and looking around she could see an equally well manicured front yard. She then saw why as there were dozens of female slaves, naked save for their sunhats and slave collars, moving around doing the cleaning and gardening. The entire estate, grounds and all, were encircled by an outer wall so tall that Melanie couldn't see any landmarks beyond, not even any mountains. An equal amount of armed guards walked along the tops of the walls both looking in towards the women to admire their nudity and outwards to scan for any threats.

Saul clipped a leash to her collar and tugged, getting her to follow him. Melanie followed him into his estate, seeing more naked slaves inside who were dutifully attending to the cleaning, care, and upkeep of the house. None of them paid her any mind as she was led by and taken down into the basement. Saul took her into a dungeon looking room, with a lot of cruel looking implements hanging off of the walls, where he bent her over the single bondage table in the middle of the stone room, latching the ring on her collar to another ring on the table. "Welcome to your new home," Saul said casually. "You have only three rules to follow: obey me and the men in my employ here, your body is ours to use as we please, and you can only orgasm whenever you're being fucked by one of us," he said. "You women will never be allowed to pleasure yourselves or pleasure each other. Understand?"

"Y-y-yes, Master," Melanie said, swallowing hard. "Are you going to kill me, Master?" she then blurted out. Sure, she might get punished for it. Hell, the way she was forced to be bent over the table she figured she was going to be whipped, paddled, or spanked anyway, so why not ask?

Saul laughed as he took off his business suit in the corner of the dimly lit room. "Of course not, that'd be a waste of tabs, fuel it cost me to drive all the way to Ambrose's and back to get you, and it would deprive me of free flesh and labor," he said. Once he was naked, he walked back over to her, his thick, pudgy cock already standing on end. "Another rule, which you should've already known," he added, grabbing a riding crop off of the wall. "Don't fucking talk unless I tell you to." With that, he lashed the crop hard across her ass. Melanie jerked and let out a hiss of pain, the only thing keeping her from straightening all the way back up in reflex was her collar holding her down to the table. He spanked her with the crop a few more times until her ass was throbbing in pain. The familiar warmth of desire and arousal from being punished and abused again pooled within her loins and she whimpered in need. Saul must've noticed, or at the very least smelled her scent from her dripping wet pussy, as he paused. "Ready to fuck already, slut?" he asked. Then he smacked her on the ass again when she didn't answer. "That was a direct question, slut. Answer!"

"Yes, Master!" Melanie wailed.

"Yes, WHAT?" He demanded, smacking her again.

"Yes, Master, this little slut is ready to fuck!" she cried out in pain.

"Much better," Saul said, walking around to her head. He reached down to caress her now tear streaked cheek to lift her head up as much as possible. She looked up at him submissively. "It hurts, I know," he said, giving her an evil smile, "but your pain is my pleasure, and, in your pain, you will find pleasure as well. Soon you'll learn to cum in even the most adverse conditions," he told her as he lifted his cock up to her lips. She opened her mouth automatically to take him in and start sucking, but not too hard or too fast from what she remembered of past sessions with him. He started fucking her face while continuing to spank her ass with the riding crop, alternating hitting her butt cheeks the entire time. Melanie wept as she sucked him off and he spanked her. It lasted so long that she had no idea how long it went for as she soon descended into a delirious state of just reacting and being a fuck doll. "Oh yeah..." he moaned above her, "you're definitely learning how I like it. I'm going to cum in your mouth now, slut," he declared.

A second after that announcement, she felt the first glob of his seed shoot into the back of her throat. Melanie started swallowing the moment she felt it blow into her mouth and continued swallow until he'd pulled out. "Good girl... onto the next event," he said. She wondered what he meant by that but then decided that she didn't care so long as he wasn't spanking her with the crop anymore. He walked over to the corner to get his keys and then walked back, unlocking the two locks behind her chastity belt and chastity bra. Then he unlatched her collar from the table and allowed her to straighten up so that he could remove all of her chastity gear save for her collar and cuffs. Once she was naked again, he had her lay down on the wooden table, latching her collar and cuffs down to the table so that she couldn't move. "Perfect... helpless..." he mused, running his hand up her body from her bare pussy all the way up to her neck, making her shiver in the process from the erotic tingle that followed his hand. "Just how I like my women."

Saul reached down and tweaked her nipples, both of which were already rock hard. Melanie moaned and hummed in response, then whimpered when he took his hand away. "Don't worry, once I'm done with you, you're going to have the most powerful orgasm ever and you'll be dependent on men to give it to you," he said moving away to leave the room.

Melanie wondered what he meant by that until he came back. Her eyes widened and she gasped when she saw the white towel and hose with a spigot on the end that he was dragging in from outside. Oh hell no... she thought in a panic. Melanie whimpered, cried, and started thrashing in her bonds, whipping her head every which way in a desperate attempt to get free. "Now, now," Saul chided her, "don't be like that. I have yet to actually drown anyone and once I'm done, you'll be another one of my docile little pets like I have upstairs," he said, patting her head. Then he put the towel over her face, blinding her, a half second before she heard the gush of water from the hose.

She felt the cold water hit her face, splashing all over her head and upper body, and she retched and gagged as she'd been in the middle of taking a deep breath. The towel was instantly soaked, and it felt like an eternity before it was removed, and she was able to get a good, clean breath of air. She coughed and sputtered, her eyes now darting around the ceiling, not focusing on anything, as she concentrated on just breathing. Melanie didn't bother wasting her breath on pleading or begging as she knew with people like him that it wouldn't do her any good. Her mind traveled back to before the disaster, back when civilization still existed, back when they'd trained for all potential possibilities. Waterboarding was one of the scenarios that they'd done but even her husband hadn't gone past thirty seconds. That's when it hit her that Saul wasn't doing it right. He didn't have her body slightly inverted; he had her flat on her back which allowed much of the water to not go up her nose.

Before she knew it, the towel was replaced, and she was being waterboarded again. She was more prepared this time as she held her breath as the water washed over her. Melanie kept on holding it for as long as possible until she felt like her lungs were going to burst and then she gasped. Water got into her mouth and she gagged and choked again. That was when the spray of water got turned off. She was starting to feel like she was lightheaded and floating... almost to the point of being giddy. Saul was touching her, massaging her mound and the feeling of him playing with her wet pussy was almost as if she were already oversensitive from a previous orgasm. Then the towel was back, and she was at it all over again. After the wet towel was removed the third time for her to gasp for breath, she heard her Master talking to her as he was petting her... fingering her. "It's okay to let go and to cum for me," he was saying as his finger pushed in and out of her pussy. "It's okay to be totally dependent on me for your orgasms."

The whole thing felt so surreal and dreamlike that she was starting to believe it when she was waterboarded for the fourth time. His digit was moving in and out of her regularly now. Or was that his cock? In her delirium she looked down at him and saw that her legs were still bound to the table but they were now spread wide because there was a split in the middle that allowed them to part to the point where she was practically doing the splits. Master was there, between her thighs, fucking her with his thick cock, stroking her clit with his thumb, with the hose and spigot in the other. He pulled his hand away from her pussy long enough to put the towel back over her face and the spigot overtop of her head to waterboard her again. "Cum, slut," he heard her say. "Just cum."

While gagging, coughing, and sputtering, Melanie's body did just that; shaking and quivering in her bonds violently as she had the most powerful orgasm in her life. A wave of intense euphoria swept over her as her body seemed to climax nonstop even as she was gasping for breath.

After that first day, her pussy went wet with anticipation for her Master, or any of his Minions, whenever they came near her. In the back of her mind she knew it was yet another Pavlovian response to the sexual torture that she'd endured at their hands. However, in the forefront of her mind, she didn't care. Her days were long and tedious, working outside wearing nothing more than her collar, cuffs, and sun hat as she toiled out in the gardens working. One week it'd be cutting grass with just scissor snips in just one section, the day being broken up by a guard needing relief and finding it in her ass or pussy. Melanie would cum easily when she was fucked by them as her nights were long and boring as she was shackled to her bed by a chain to her collar while wearing chastity belt. But, after a while, she didn't need it as being punished for touching herself would result in another sexual torture session that she wanted to avoid. Occasionally, Master would come in and use her while she slept. Sometimes, the guard would use her at night. Nevertheless; the rule was clear and strictly enforced that if she touched herself, she'd be punished.

That wasn't something that she wanted. She was a fucktoy and wanted to continue to be used as a fucktoy... whether she felt broken or not, It was the only pleasure that she had left in this world.

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CHAPTER 140: Erin - Raising Caine

Oh come on... Erin thought as the sentry guard to Arrowpeak held her down and fucked her, just get off in me already... The moment the snow line started receding up the mountains, Erin was on the move. It'd taken her a week to piece together all the information she needed to find out were Master Ambrose had taken her mother to and by that time it was too late, she had to take refuge within Great Falls for the three month long harsh winter that had fallen. She had to hunker down for the harsh snows, taking the odd jobs here and there to keep the tabs coming and to keep food on her table since she didn't want to break into the emergency rations too quickly. Occasionally she'd pimp herself out when the tabs were good, and people didn't want to pay brothel prices for a quick fuck. When she had some tabs to spare, as the spring transition to summer came, she'd gone back to the tri-river gentleman's club to fuck Ana again only to find out that she'd been sold already to the very man that Erin was hunting.

In her haste to get up the mountain to get both her mother and Ana, she'd failed to notice the sentry lying in wait in a tree blind alongside of the road. This was, of course, after watching a car go up the mountain and then another one that looked like a car/truck hybrid with a trunk lashed down in the back come back down shortly after the first went up. That sudden activity was enough to draw her attention for the sentry to jump her. The next thing she knew she was on her back at gunpoint with her own duster being used as a blanket for them to lay on while she was stripped and fucked. At first it was a bit of a thrill for her and she enjoyed the rough play. Now she was just bored as the sentry just fucked her on and on and on as if he were having trouble getting off. They'd gone way beyond fucking and were just rutting around now. She could easily get out of his grip and subdue him but she was morbidly curious how long it would take him to get off.

Finally, her patience was at an end. "Are you done yet?" she snapped up at him.

He growled in frustration at her as he rose up off of her body and clamped a hand down around her throat. "Quiet, slave," he said. "When I'm done with you, yer gonna be a pony girl for the Master."

"If you're ever done with me, that is," Erin growled right back at him. She grabbed his hand with both of her hands and drove her thumbs up into the pressure point on the underside of his wrist. He yelped and his grip loosened around her neck. Then she twisted his hand at an oblique angle and used the leverage to roll with him so that she was now straddling him while on top. "Now," she said, breaking his wrist and stepping up off of him while still holding it, amid his howling, "I'd usually would be a good girl and let you get off inside of me, but I'm kinda in a hurry here," she said as she rotated his whole arm this time, making him roll again so that he was back on his stomach with his arm wrenched up and back. "But since you were a bad boy by taking so long, and I've since stopped enjoying our little romp, I'm not going to let you." She cut off his howling by stomping the back of his neck, breaking it at once and killing him instantly. The body, now on the somewhat green grass under the trees, shuddered in its death throes. Erin didn't pay it any mind as she got dressed, got her gear and guns, got his guns, and continued on up to Arrowpeak.

The reception at Arrowpeak was considerably warmer as the guards there stopped her at the door of the main building to ask her of her business. "I'm here to see Ambrose," she said casually. "I have business with him." The guards looked dubious, but one ran it in to their boss.

He was back a moment later, nodding. "We have to frisk you down for weapons," he said.