Apocalypse Slaves Pt. 14

She wasn't kept waiting long. Her stall door opened and closed, and she could hear someone standing in front of her. Whoever he was, he was breathing heavily. "Absolutely exquisite..." the deep, gruff voice said. Melanie waited patiently as he approached her. Big, beefy hands slid alongside either side of her head to hold her. She felt the tip of a fat, thick cock press against her lips and she immediately opened her mouth to let it in. It wasn't the longest cock she'd ever had, but it defiantly had girth to it. Her client controlled her head movement by grabbing her head and moving it back and forth as he gyrated his hips in opposite time to fuck her face. Even so, Melanie sucked on him and started swallowing whatever precum leaked out of the tip of his cock. Then suddenly, he pulled back, taking his cock out of her mouth. "Ah, ah, ah," he admonished her, "not too fast, you slut." She never saw the slap coming but she certainly felt it on her left cheek and then heard the report of the smack of his hand as it made contact. Her head whipped to the right hard, enough to rattle her, but not enough to knock her to the ground. Tears stung her eyes under her hood and she grimaced, but nevertheless, she slowly brought her head around and waited.

Melanie couldn't help but wonder why her client slapped her but knew that she wouldn't get an answer. Back when she was being dolled up for her client, her handler had explained things to her; "Our clients, while they are not allowed to permanently harm you, are a bit rougher and more sadistic than your average raider in the public brothels. They'll manhandle you more, they'll even engage in a bit of light torture with you in one of our special rooms upon request, but you will be slapped around, spanked, and roughed up more than you might be used to for nothing more than their own pleasure. That is why we keep the hoods on you. In the event you're ever sold to any one of them, you won't be able to hold any animosity towards them. Do not speak unless you're asked a direct question. Sit on your toilet and flush after every client as another will be sent to you if time permits." What really bothered Melanie was that she went wet from arousal at being slapped and humiliated like this, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks and her chest. Her nipples perked up and she let out a husky breath of desire. Her client then grabbed her by her hair and pulled her in the direction of her bed. "Crawl," he ordered her. Melanie followed meekly behind him on all fours. He bent her over the side of her short bed so that she was still kneeling on the carpeted floor. "Interesting that you took that slap without so much as a cry of protest," her client mused. "I wonder just how much you can take. Clasp your hands behind your back."

Uh oh... Melanie thought a half second before she felt his large hand smack her hard across the ass just as she managed to get her hands into position. She grunted as her body rocked on her bed before settling back. It stung, a lot, but it wasn't anything she couldn't handle. He spanked her again, and again, and again as she endured in silence, the only sign of her pain being the tears that managed to seep out from under the eye blinds of her hood. She lost count how many times he spanked her with his hand after about twenty swats. Her bottom, she was sure, was glowing red hot. It certainly felt like it was radiating heat, it hurt so much. Then, suddenly, he grabbed her by the hair, yanking her upright. Melanie gasped as she was wrenched backwards to the point that her body was being bowed out. Then she felt his hand slap her left breast, making her cry out just a little bit that sounded more like a loud grunt. Then it was her right breast, and then back to her left. Her body was now shaking as she silently cried from the amount of pain. It took every fiber of her being to not make a sound. Then she felt him move around behind her, his pudgy belly pushing into the back of her head, where he proceeded to reach down to painfully pinch her nipples, making her silently sob some more.

"You have an amazingly high pain tolerance for someone whose pre-Flare," he noted, letting her nipples go after a minute. He then pushed her back over the side of the bed and knelt behind her. Melanie was glad that she was already dripping wet as she felt his thick cock jab into her. She just grunted this time, with no pain, just the welcomed pleasure of a cock penetrating her pussy again. As her client grabbed her hips, with his fat belly overhanging her bottom and his thick thighs pushing against hers, his skin slapped against hers and brought with it an interesting mix of both pleasure and pain. After a few thrusts, the pleasure started building up in her loins, but she felt like she was starting at a disadvantage with the pain she'd already endured. Unfortunately, her client was already very aroused and very ready. He let out a small cry of ecstasy as he dug his fingers into her, pulled her close, slammed his hips into hers, and let loose a torrent of cum into her. "Ahhhhhhh..." he breathed with relief. Then he patted her sore rump, an act that made her wince. "Good girl, I'll have to have you again when I come back this way," he said before leaving her stall.

Melanie let out a defeated sigh. He wasn't the first client to leave her unfulfilled and she figured that he wouldn't be the last. She crawled over to the toilet, sitting on it and triggering the flush. Melanie sat and waited for the water to drain and then felt the spray of cold water shoot up into her nether regions to clean her of her client's cum. It also served to alleviate her soreness and it felt so good that she triggered it again. Once she was done, she toweled off and went back to the center of the room to wait. None came and she didn't go back to her bed until she heard the handlers shout all clear while drawing the noise dampening curtains back up to the ceiling. Melanie crawled back over to her bed, rolled into it, snuggled into the blankets, and was asleep in no time.

The days seemed to blend together after that as her days were chocked full of activity. They were up in the morning and hustled off to breakfast. Then it was to an exercise room for cardio and weight training. After that, a relief break and lunchtime before being put into their boots and harnesses, hooked up to a wagon, and then ran in circles around the track. In the evening it was another relief break, dinner, and getting dolled up again for their clients at night. There were some days where they were woken up early in the morning, put into their gear, and ran long distances, either to run Master Ambrose somewhere or to make a supply run. On those days they forwent the normal routines, had their meals, and then just had clients in the evening. She had a varying number of clients, some who wanted to just straight up bang a pony girl and others who had more eclectic tastes, like the Fat Man who was her first client. Saturdays, she found out, were their free days in which all the hoods came off and all the stall doors were opened so that the girls could play together. Melanie mixed and mingled with the other girls of the team, even Karina who was starting to come around, but none of them compared to the sweet little Ana. Her heart felt heavy as she wondered where Ana was at but wished her the best nonetheless. It was also on Saturdays, Melanie found out, that her Master came down to the barn to check on them, to talk with them, and, of course, to fuck his harem of pony girls.

Another week went by just as fast as the first one had. Then another. Sometime during the third week when it was time for clients one night, Melanie was taken to the special room in the barn. Her handler strapped her into an upright frame so that she was spread eagle while standing up. "This is your first time in this room, isn't it Mel?" her handler asked. Melanie nodded and answered yes. "I'll be in here the entire time while your client plays with you. If, for whatever reason, you feel like you cannot take the punishment that your client is doing, then call out to me with the words 'Handler, Red.' I will step in and stop whatever is going on. We value our girls far more than we do our clients as you work for us and we need you for the wagons. Understand?"

Melanie nodded, hesitantly. "Y-Y-Yes, Master," she said in a shaky voice, trying to get a grip on her nerves. She was sure that Fat Man was her client tonight as he said he'd be back for her. No one since had treated her as badly as he did.

Sure enough, it was him. She recognized his voice at once as he greeted the handler while undressing at the door. Then he came up behind Melanie to smack her ass. "And here's my favorite Pre-Flare slave!" he said, laughing jovially as Melanie winced under the blow of the hard spank. He then squeezed her butt painfully. "You took my session very well last time I was here. I want to see how well you do with a more... intense... session." That was when she then heard the whipping of leather swish through the air a moment before she felt its sting across her ass. Melanie was unable to hold back the cry of pain this time as she reeled within her bonds, jerking forward hard before relaxing back into place. Fat Man whipped her endlessly so by the time he got around to actually unstrapping her from the frame and fucking her on the ground, she was so numb and delirious from the pain that she barely felt it.

"See you in another month, my little Pre-Flare Pet," he said, kissing her on the back of the head affectionately before leaving.

Melanie sincerely hoped that some other Master would buy her between now and then to get her away from him.

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CHAPTER 138: Erin - Chasing the Trail

It took Erin well over a month to get to Great Falls. She'd stayed a couple of extra days back in Billings with Jesse and Lea getting all of the gear she'd need together and leaving the couple with the rest. She also wanted to enjoy her time with them as who knew when the next time she'd get laid would be. Then she set out on her long, arduous trek. Even taking the most direct route to the northwest, Great Falls was still about 220 miles away. Granted, she was a fit woman in the prime of her life who used to hike for fun but walking with survival gear on her back she could only go so fast. Cars weren't exactly readily available as the Militiamen all took anything that could move under its own power as they tore out and headed south to join the war effort. She only managed to get about ten miles on a good day. On bad days when the weather was lousy, she took extended breaks by camping in old abandoned houses along the roadways. Then there was the fact that she had to jump off of the road and take cover whenever a slaver vehicle or other raider vehicle came near her as she couldn't risk being captured.

By the time she trudged into Great Falls, she was tired, exhausted, and dirty. It was also coming upon nighttime. She found a strip motel on the outskirts and decided to try her luck there. Going into the main office, she rang the bell. A graying man who looked old enough to be her grandfather came out of the back. "I need a room for the night," she said, dispensing with the pleasantries.

The man grinned. "Well I got a room you can sleep in," he said suggestively.

Erin let out a disgusted huff of breath, rolled her eyes, and drew her pistol, cocking the hammer in the process. The man's eyes went wide, and he put his hands up. "Look," Erin said pointedly. "Let's pretend that I've just had a really long fucking walk here from Billings. I just want a room with working plumbing so I can get a shower and some rest. 'Kay? I'm not in the mood to fuck around. If I want to fuck, I'll be the first to let you know. Now, do you have a room to rent or not?"

"Sorry, Miss," the man said with all sincerity now that he was staring down the barrel of a gun. "But right now the only room I have would be my own. SERIOUSLY!" he added the last part in hastily when Erin's scowl turned menacing and she lifted her pistol a bit more to aim. "Everyone's in town for the last round of Auctions and Bazaars. This is the biggest one of the year as it's the last one before winter sets in. You got here about a day late to get your own room. All the hotels are full. Hell, even the abandoned houses that are still relatively decent have been claimed. But, if you want a bed and a shower, mine's available," he then grinned. "For a price that you can already guess since it's been awhile for me."

Erin groaned and holstered her pistol. It had been over a month since she last had sex and she was feeling the urge. "With all that grey hair you'd probably be the oldest man I'd ever slept with. What are you, in your sixties or seventies or something?"

"Don't let the hair fool you, Miss," he said, slowly lowering his hands. "I went grey at eighteen. I'm only in my forties."

"Okay, so not the oldest I've ever slept with," she sighed. She really needed a real warm bed to sleep in tonight. Eh, fuck it... she thought. "Fine, but if you want a piece of my fine ass, you're going to have to pay me tabs for it."

"I'll give you fifty for the night," he offered.

"Make it a hundred and I'll even let you spank me and call you daddy." Erin countered.

"Deal," the man said, hastily getting the tabs out of his register and handing them over to her. "The name's Ryan," he then said, offering his hand to shake.

"Erin," she replied, shaking his hand and then coming around the desk to follow him to his room. "You don't seem to be too surprised to see a woman who's dressed up and not in chains."

"Meh, we get women traders, raiders, and homesteaders here all the time. Ain't nothing new," Ryan said as they entered his private apartment area. "You can put your stuff down here. The bathroom is through that door there. My room is over there," he said, indicating the doors in turn that led from the living room/kitchen area. "What do you do?"

"You could say that I'm into bounty hunting and I'm chasing a lead," Erin said as she entered the bathroom and started stripping down.

"Well, there's plenty of work for you hunter types over by the town center boards if you're interested," Ryan's voice said. "Come into the bedroom when you're ready. Don't use up all my hot water! The solar heaters have been acting up and I need them repaired. Heating up water during the day has been taking a while."

"'Kay," Erin said getting the shower going and then getting in. She hummed with pleasure as the water cascaded over her body. As much as she wanted to luxuriate in it, she did wash her body and hair as quickly as possible before shutting the water off. After stepping out of the shower and toweling dry, she walked naked back through the living room area to the bedroom without bothering to go for her clothes. Why bother? She was going to be naked fucking this man soon anyway. Erin did, however, break off a piece of RadRoot from her pack to quickly chew and swallow.

Ryan was already on the bed, naked except for his boxers. Erin arched an eyebrow that the evident hard-on under his loose boxers that were nearly creating a tent pole effect. "Been awhile, you say?" she asked wryly.

"I thought you were going to call me Daddy," Ryan countered, his eyes roving up and down her young, supple, twenty-one-year-old bod.

"Sorry," she huffed irritably, rolling her eyes. Erin honestly didn't think that he was serious about that part. But then again, he did give her a hundred tabs. Then she struck a dramatic, teeny bopper pose that she'd seen all the popular girls do back in High School with one leg cocked and bent inward and one arm on her hip that was jutted out to the side. "I'm sorry, Daddy," she said in a mocking, sing-song voice. "Has it been awhile since you've been laid?"

Ryan sat up on the bed, kicking his legs over so that he could pat his lap. "Get over here, you ungrateful child," he said in a surprisingly good commanding voice. The only three people who could've done better were her father, Mister Douglas, and Caine. She strode over to him, with all the teenager attitude that she could muster up for this role play. "Over my lap now," he told her. As she bent over, he guided her so that she was draped over his lap with her ass up in the air on his right side. He wasted no time in caressing her ass and running his fingers up and down her already moistening slit, making her shudder. "Hm, you seem to be wanting this," he noted.

"Hmmmm... yessss..." Erin purred. It had been a month since she'd last gotten any. "I'm such a bad slut, Daddy, punish me for it." God, I am such a slut... she thought wryly to herself. She then jerked up and yelped when he swatted her good across both cheeks of her butt. Erin settled back down over his lap, propping her torso on the bed by her forearms. "Mmmmm... Thank you, Daddy. May I please have another? I am so deserving of it." Ryan obliged her and she moaned and thanked him again for it. After about ten more spanks of that, Erin started wiggling her ass for him. "I think that you need to punish me properly, Daddy," she said suggestively. "Show me what happens to little sluts like me."

"Gladly," he said, "Drape your legs over the bed and keep them closed," he told her. Erin shuffled off of his lap, lying face down on the bed with her legs dangling off. The bed was low enough to the ground that she could kneel. Ryan took off his boxers, kicking them away, and hunched down to point his now really hard cock down at her dripping wet slit. Then, just like a porn star, he pushed his cock down into her. With how tight she was, thanks to still doing her yoga that she used to do with her mom, his cock filled her up nicely. She was so primed, ready, and sensitive from not having been laid for so long that her whole body tingled, and her pussy seemed to be on fire as he entered her. It was so intense that she was kicking her legs from the knees down as he penetrated her. Then his hand was on the back of her neck, pushing her down into the bed more after he was buried balls deep into her pussy. "Now I'm going to show you what little sluts like you deserve," he hissed.

"Ooohhh... yes, Daddy..." Erin moaned. "Fuck me, Daddy. Punish me, Daddy. Show me what a bad, dirty little girl I am." Ryan did just that. He plowed into her hard and deep. Erin groaned deeply as the pleasure washed over her body. "Oh, God, yes, just like that, Daddy," Erin breathed goading him on. "Don't worry about your little slut getting off. Fuck me and punish me Daddy. Get off in your slut's tight little cunt!" His fucking came harder and faster at her dirty talk. Then he let out a savage roar and she felt his balls tighten against her ass before they started twitching, flooding her pussy with torrents of his cum. The throbbing of his cock set her off and she started jerking and shaking violently so hard on the bed that she had to grip the covers for support. Erin buried her face into the covers and screamed her ecstasy as loud as she could. When it was all over, she was delirious from the pleasure overload. "Holy fuck..." she groaned. "Damn that felt good. Thank you."

"No... thank you." Ryan groaned as he climbed up onto the bed as Erin did the same. He rolled over to spoon her, resting his hand onto her left breast. "Best hundred tabs I've ever spent," he added. Then he squeezed her breast a few times. "You know..." he said thoughtfully, "if you want to give up your bounty hunting business and work for me... I could give you an exclusive room to work out of."

"No," Erin said flatly.

"Aw, come on, we'd make some great tabs together and we could fuck every night," Ryan pressed.

"Ryan, I'm just here for the bed and the shower," Erin warned him. "Don't make me hurt you."