Apocalypse Slaves Pt. 14

"Anyone find that bitch that ran outta of the general store yesterday?" one asked.

"You mean the mom? She's right above you, man!" another said.

"Naw, I mean the other one, the younger lookin' one."

"Oh, her, I heard she skipped town after bagging a few of the guys chasin' her."

A wave of relief swept over Melanie. Erin was gone and they didn't have her. She was safe. Melanie could now rest easier and endure her new living conditions knowing that. With rules in place that meant that Melanie couldn't be harmed or killed unless she fought back against the men, she was relatively safe as well. All she had to do was yield her body constantly and she'd be okay. Well, if that meant that all of the attention was on her and not on Erin, ensuring that Erin would be able to live her life on her own, then she could make the most of her situation. Hell, who knew, maybe she might one day enjoy doing this. But, for now, it was an adjusting process. She was just about to tune the guys out when she caught more of their conversation over the din of the busy bar below.

"Did any of you see that new kid, Mikey, this morning? He didn't show up for muster," a guy asked.

"Ha! Have you checked his house lately? Heard he finally got a girl. He's probably in bed banging her now," one of the others laughed. "Proud of him, really, he finally lost his cherry!"

Melanie felt uneasy at that. A girl had been captured? Was it Erin?

"Mikey? With a girl? Yer shittin' me!"

"Naw, man, it's true," one of the first guys said. "Saw it myself. Pretty little cowgirl floozy. Short hair, cutoff pants that looked like she was poured into him, and big ass titties nearly busting out of her t-shirt. Woulda banged her myself, but Mikey locked the damn door behind him."

Melanie let out another sigh of relief. Erin had long hair and didn't have any clothes that showed off any skin. So, it couldn't be her. Nevertheless, she did feel for the newly enslaved girl and wished her all the best. She adjusted her head on her arms and then frowned at her manacles and chains. Then she looked over to her left at the small, but busty, long straight black haired, blue eyed Asian-American girl who'd given her the rundown of everything yesterday and went by the name of Ana. "When do I get these things off?" she whispered.

"When you have proven that you won't fight back or run away," Ana whispered back with a sympathetic smile. She held up her manacled wrists that didn't have a chain running between them. "They keep the collars and cuffs on us to easily restrain us in bed or for transport, but the chains between them will eventually come off. I just got mine removed a couple of months ago. Just do what they say when they say it, don't complain, and keep your mouth shut around the men, unless they ask you a direct question that is, and you'll be fine," she said. "If you're really good, they occasionally let us girls sleep together and have a day off."

"That'd be good to look forward to," Melanie agreed. She did notice that the other women down the line on the balcony were engaged in idle chat, albeit at a whisper. That was a good sign that not every aspect of her life was controlled to the point where she'd have to stay quiet all the time. "The men don't mind us talking, do they?" she asked Ana.

Ana shook her head. "No. So long as we keep quiet and don't disturb them down below. Otherwise it's the punishment block and a month of having a gag in your mouth." She then put a finger to her lips and pointed towards the stairs. Men were starting to walk up. It reinforced what Ann just said to not talk around the men.

Melanie, along with the other nine girls, watched as the men got up to the landing. They paused and were talking amongst themselves as to who they wanted to take. One tall, gruff looking man broke away from the rest and walked right up to her, grabbing her collar chain. "C'mon, bitch," he grunted, leading the way into her assigned room.

"Yes, Master," Melanie said at once, getting up off of her chair and allowing herself to be pulled back into the room where he closed the door behind them.

"On the bed on all fours," Gruff man ordered her as he started taking off of his clothes at the entryway to her room. "I want that pretty little mouth of yours wrapped around that RadRoot cock, sucking on it, and I don't wanna hear no lip outta you."

Melanie resisted the urge to say "Yes, Master," again but bit it back as she had an express order not to talk. So, she crawled onto her bed, the old springs squeaking under her weight, and positioned her head towards the foot of the bed. The location of the 'RadRoot Cock' was not lost on her. She figured it was the Militiamen's way of emphasizing her subservience to them even if they were not in the room with her as she had to be on all fours, or laying on her stomach, in order to suck on it to get her daily dose of birth control from it. She dipped her head and took the well-worn piece of earth root into her mouth and started bobbing her head up and down it's shaft as if it were a man's erect penis. How many women before her, she wondered, had sucked or even fucked this thing? How many lips, pussy or otherwise, had been wrapped around this shaft? It was a mind-numbing reminder at just how cold and cruel this new apocalyptic world was.

Gruff had finished taking off enough of his clothes to the point that he was comfortable. He wore only his pants and boots now as he walked over to the bed to climb on and mount her from behind. "A new bitch who can take orders without a fuss," he mused as he took out his cock. "Will wonders never cease?" He slapped her ass with his hand, making Melanie suck in a sharp breath through her nose. Nevertheless, she kept on dutifully sucking on the RadRoot shaft. "Hol-ly fuck," he then said when he reached under her to feel her pussy up. "And you're already wet? Damn, girl, you a slut, aren't you?"

"Mmmm-hmmm..." Melanie readily agreed as she continued sucking on the RadRoot even as she felt her labia spread wide open. Then she felt the head of his cock nuzzle it's way just inside of her opening. He grabbed her hips and slammed his cock into her, hard and deep and Melanie let out a long, deep groan as she was penetrated. Out of reflex, more than anything else, she flexed her pussy around his hardness as he proceeded to fuck her.

"Oh damn... how are you so tight for being an old bitch?" Gruff wondered as he thrust in and out of her.

Stretching and yoga... Melanie thought ruefully. No matter how long they'd been on the run, living the nomadic life since coming out of the cryo vault, Melanie had made it a point to keep up her daily exercise routine to keep her body fight and tight in all aspects. Mac, and the few men she'd traded her body for to get supplies from, certainly enjoyed her tightness. Melanie started rocking back and forth on the bed, slamming her pussy back against his cock every time as he drove into her. Soon she was grunting and moaning with pleasure as he fucked her. Her breasts were dangling underneath of her, making her nipples brush against the coarse blanked that covered the bed. She adjusted her height just a little bit to get them teased and tickled even more as she moved.

"GAH!" Gruff suddenly cried out as he jammed his cock up into her all the way to the hilt and his cum exploded out of him. The warm, familiar gush of semen flooding her body, coupled with his balls twitching after repeatedly slapping against her slit and his cock throbbing inside of her pussy, was enough to set her own orgasm off. She moaned deeply around the RadRoot shaft in her mouth while pushing back against him. Her pussy fluttered around his cock, milking it for every drop. Their bodies shuddered together in the throes of ecstasy before they finally stilled. Then, slowly, Gruff pulled out of her, letting his cock drop unceremoniously out of her wetness. His seed started oozing out of her to the point that she was dripping on the bed. He got off of the bed, walking around to her head. Gruff grabbed her by the chin to lift her up so that he could kiss her roughly on the mouth. The pungent aroma of cigarettes and beer assaulted her mouth and nose, but she still had the will to return the kiss in kind as if he were the only man in the world for her. "Thanks, bitch, yer a good lay," he said, patting her cheek before dressing and heading out.

Melanie waited until he was gone to get up off of the bed and head to the bathroom where she got straight into the shower to clean herself off from head to toe as she'd been instructed to do. She didn't need to suck on the RadRoot as she'd had her lips around it the entire time. After a quick washdown, with something that resembled soap, and drying with the only old, ratty towel that was available to her, Melanie was back out on the balcony. Ana smiled at her from her chair. "You survived your first client, I see."

"Eh," Melanie half shrugged. "Not the first time I've had to do that," she admitted. "I see that you're back out here already."

"He was quick," Ana said with a small smile. "And Master likes it if we're able to get more men in and out of our rooms during the day."

"Good to know," Melanie said. She didn't have much time to say anything else as another man was coming up the stairs. This one bypassed her and took Ana into her room. Ana smiled over her shoulder and blew Melanie a kiss before the door closed behind her. Melanie sighed as she wanted to talk some more. It was good for her morale to have a new friend here in the brothel. But this was the life she had now and there was another man who came up for her. She dutifully followed him into her room and laid down on the mattress per his instructions.

Melanie watched as this guy took a couple of spreader bars off of the wall. "Put your arms up over your head next to the headboard," he ordered in a surprisingly mellow and casual tone. Melanie did as she was told as he walked back to the bed, attaching one bar between her wrist cuffs to keep them firmly spread despite her chain, and then attaching that to the headboard. Then he did the same with her ankle cuffs only instead of attaching this to the footboard, he stood on the bed briefly to grab a hook at the end of the chain to pull down a bit. He then raised her legs up by her chain and spreader bar to attach to this hook, keeping her feet elevated. She watched as Casual then got a pair of nipple clamps attached together by a chain, wincing slightly as he put them onto her still hard nipples and then pulling the chain up to her mouth. "Open and hold the chain in your teeth," he ordered. Melanie opened her mouth and bit down on the chain, now conscious of the fact that she was pulling up on her own nipples with it in her mouth.

Casual then undressed, obviously in no hurry, as he watched her laying there looking back at him. Once he was naked, he grabbed a wooden paddle, whipping it around in circles with his wrist as he came back by the right side of the bed closer to her barred window. "I'm going to spank you now," he told her as casually as if he were commenting on the weather. "I want you to thank me for your spankings after each one but keep that chain in your mouth. Understand?" he asked. Melanie nodded her understanding of the order, wondering how much a flat wooden paddle was going to hurt. Casual glowered at her. "I don't believe I heard you, slave," he said in his even voice. Then he flicked his wrist and smacked her across both butt cheeks hard.

Melanie reeled in her restraints as the smack of the paddle against her skin seemed to echo within the room. She tensed up and cried out in pain but managed to keep the nipple clamp chain in her mouth despite her nipples being pulled painfully upwards. "NNNGH! I nndersnnd, Master!" She managed to get out with the chain in between her teeth and lips. "Thnnnk yuuu, Mstar!"

"Good, you can learn," Casual said, caressing her ass with the paddle for a few seconds, waiting for the sting to die down. He seemed to know exactly when it was as he delivered another hard spank to her ass, this one closer to her thighs, for a second time.

"AAANNNGH!" Melanie ground out. "Thnk youu, Master."

And so, the session went for some time. Melanie lost count of the number of spanks delivered to her ass, her thighs, her belly, and even her breasts. But each time was the same; slap, thank you Master... slap, thank you Master... and so on and so forth. Soon her chest was heaving and sweat covered her body from the non-stop punishment that seemed to have no other reason than the fact that Casual liked doing it. He was obviously getting off on her bound, writhing, naked form on the bed as the erection he sported was evident. She wondered when he was going to take her.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, he climbed up onto the bed, shuffling forward so that his groin was against her now burning red ass, with her ankles resting on his shoulders. He grabbed his cock and dragged it up and down her now sopping wet slit, making her shudder in the process. "Do you want this, slave?" he asked in the tone that she now named him for. She whined and nodded her head. She so had the need to get off now with how horny she was from being bound, spanked, and tormented this way. "Let go of the chain in your mouth, look at me, and beg me," he told her. "Make me believe that you want this."

Melanie opened her mouth, letting the chain pop mercifully free and letting her clamped tits relax a bit. She looked him dead in the eyes and spoke with all sincerity. "Please, Master, I need your cock inside of me," she panted with her chest now heaving. "I want it deep inside of me. Please let your poor, pitiful, punished slave get off with your cock shooting inside of her, please, Master?" she asked, begging him.

"I don't know," Casual said thoughtfully while still dragging the head of his cock up and down her slit, just inside the folds of her labia. "You are new here and I'm not quite sure where your loyalties lay. Are you worthy of my cock?"

"Oooohhhh... please, Master," she whined as she shuddered. "Please have mercy on me. This slave isn't worthy of it but begs for it nonetheless. She endured your punishment for you without complaint, Master. Please, PLEASE, let me have your beautiful cock so I can get off!'

"Very well," Casual said. "Since you asked so nicely and, as you said, you did not complain once during your punishment, you may have my cock to get off on." With the head of his cock still nestled just inside of her folds, he wrapped his arms around her thighs and drove his cock deep inside of her.

"OOOOOOOOOH!" Melanie jerked and moaned as loud as she could as the intense pleasure now washed over her from the initial penetration of his cock. Above her, her feet pointed for the ceiling as he legs started to shake. She nearly came with just him entering her alone. "Ohhhhhh..." she then groaned deeply as her pussy stretched to accommodate his manhood. "Thank you, Master," she breathed. "Please, Master, make your slut slave cum."

"Hmph," Casual smirked in amusement, but proceeded to fuck her anyway.

Melanie's eyes rolled back into her head and she was soon grunting and moaning like the whore she was becoming with every thrust into her body. She wasn't sure how long he fucked her for, but by the time she felt the familiar warmth of hot cum splashing the inner walls of her vagina and gushing up into her womb, her whole body was being wracked by nonstop spasms in the most intense orgasm that she'd ever experienced in her life... and that was counting even with her husband and his best friend. Her world went white as she rode out the best climax out as much as she could. By the time it was all over, she was vaguely aware of Casual releasing her leg spreader bar from the ceiling hook and detaching her arm spreader bar from the headboard. She groaned with relief. "Oohhhhhhhh... thank you, Master..." she breathed as she laid there, moaning and shaking pitifully.

Casual grabbed her neck to twist her head towards him so that he could plant a deep, passionate, claiming kiss onto her mouth. "Thank you for the good time, slave. I'll be sure to visit you more in the future." Then he left, leaving her there to figure out how to get out of her spreader bars by herself once she recovered.

The sad part was, Melanie was actually looking forward to him coming back and wondering if her next client would rock her world just as much as Casual had.

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CHAPTER 134: Erin - Laying Low

Weeks passed as Erin waged her one-woman-war against the Militiamen. She made sure that every Militiaman that she took down was in a random place around town and made to look like they'd initially just disappeared. It kept their patrols guessing and kept them constantly on edge. The only downside was that the brothels in the center of town, especially the one that she knew her mom was at, saw an uptick of people heading there as guys wanted to get laid before they wound up dead. The upside was that she was able to get eyes on her mom a couple of times using her rifle's scope, looking in either though the front door, through the windows above the front doors to see her on the balcony with the other whores, or through her bedroom window. Often times, she was in the company of a man fucking her one way or another.

It was no surprise that whenever she viewed her mom, she had a smile on her face and seemed to be enjoying herself. Erin couldn't really blame her. With dad now dead and buried, she had to make the most of it. Erin would've done the same thing if their positions were reversed. Sadly, they'd trained and mentally prepared for this very possibility. Now, for her mom, it was a reality. Truth be told, she was a bit jealous of her mom getting laid all the time. It made her oddly horny watching through the scope of her pieced together sniper rifle that she'd made out of parts scavenged off of her kills. Another upside of it was that Melanie seemed to be very popular, so outside of the spankings and whippings that she was enduring, she was in a safe place... for now. It would only last until they tired of her, then they'd sell her off to the first passing trader or slaver in favor of a new girl. Erin noted that they never kept any more than ten women in any one brothel at any one time. Her mom was already considered one of the veterans in as they brought more girls in from the growing warfront in the south with the newly formed Colorado Coalition.

As Erin watched the infamous town center where her family's lives had taken a dramatic turn at from an abandoned second floor room that she'd been preparing sniper holes in for days now, she pondered her options. She could try a one-shot surgical strike to take out the leaders. It would send the hierarchy into disarray and she might be able to slip in to get her mom, but then she'd have to get the other slaves as well as she couldn't leave them in there to face an uncertain future. Another option was to just start picking Militiamen off and let them grind themselves to pieces as they tore the place apart looking for the shooter. That might spook the leaders to pick up stakes and move in which Erin would then have an easier time rescuing her mom if she were out in the open.

When she saw the man, Charles Breckenridge, who was in charge of the Militiamen operations here in Billings, she decided to split the difference. She couldn't pass this opportunity up. Erin knew that this was the man responsible for enslaving her mom. Hell, she'd even watched Breckenridge fuck her mom on a couple of occasions. Now that he was out in the open, moving from the brothel to the general store without a care in the world, she had to take the shot. Erin was already on the floor looking through a floor hole in the wall of her own making. She checked and rechecked the distance and gripped the stock of her old Remington 700. It was propped up on a bipod that she'd found a couple weeks bag, so there was no sway to contend with. Remembering her training, she led the target, took a deep breath, slowly let it out, and squeezed the trigger while keeping both eyes open.