Apocalypse Slaves Pt. 14

"Really?" he snorted. "And just how would you stop me?" he asked. "Your pistol and rifle are in the next room, you're naked, and... AHHHHH!" Ryan's rhetoric was cut off when Erin reached behind her and grabbed his cock and balls to squeeze hard.

"You're naked too, asshole," Erin said. "Now, if you'd like to use this again in the foreseeable future, I suggest that you retract that last line of thinking. Otherwise..." she squeezed again for emphasis, "you can kiss your days of fucking goodbye. Now, fucking apologize Discount Ted Dansen!"

"Who? GAH!" he shrieked when she squeezed again. "Okay! Okay! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Erin let him go and he doubled over, rolling away from her, to grab his manhood. He looked over his shoulder when she got up and strode back to the living room. "Where ya goin?"

"To sleep on the couch," she said. "Like you said, my clothes and guns are in here and I don't think I can trust you enough to sleep in the same bed anymore."

"We had a deal!"

"And I fulfilled it. You never said that we'd fuck more than once," Erin said coldly as she went back into the living room to dress, put her rifle on the couch between her and the cushions, and fall asleep with her pistol in her hand, laying on her stomach.

The next morning, she was up and out the door before Ryan even got up. It was just as well; she didn't want a messy goodbye from this guy and shooting him for another ill-timed advance or lewd suggestion that she be his slave would've been messy indeed. She had work to do. Just like Ryan had said, the town was a buzzing hive of activity as settlers, slavers, and raiders from all around were here to buy, sell, and trade. To her relief, she wasn't the only free woman walking around, so it made it easier for her to blend into the crowds. Erin got the idea that because she was clothed, armed, and had a resting bitch face, people tended to respect her personal space and didn't make any attempt to accost her or abduct her. She meandered around the different auctions and merchant stalls, checking prices and wares.

Erin even went to the job board and took notice of some of the bounties listed out there. Some were for runaway slaves. Some were capture and return fugitives from justice. Others were outright assassinations. She noted that one was for Caine himself and there were mocking messages underneath: "You don't hunt for Caine, Caine hunts for you," was one of them. Another below that: "Caine doesn't hunt, he waits, for hunting implies the possibility of failure." Below that one: "Caine doesn't play 'Hide-and-Seek'. He plays 'Hide-and-pray-I-don't-fucking-find-you.'" Erin laughed at the old Chuck Norris jokes now attributed to Caine. It made her think that her Caine really was around making this shit up about himself. It certainly fit his style. She also couldn't help but be amused at the trolling going on. Even in a day and age without the internet, trolls still existed.

After a couple of discreet inquiries, Erin found the auction house that her mom had been sold at the month before. It was an old high school that had been reclaimed by the regional raider bazaar. She made her way over to one of the Auctioneers. "Hey there," she said to the man who was looking over his clipboard of information on women. "I'm looking for a woman who was sold here last month," she said.

The auctioneer looked her up and leered at her, "I got plenty of women here if you wanna join them, doll," he said, placing his hand on her shoulder in a none-too-friendly manner.

Erin promptly reached up and removed his hand by way of breaking his thumb and twisting his hand away at such an angle that he had no choice but to spin in place and go to his knees to avoid his wrist and elbow breaking. "Shall we try this again?" she sighed out of boredom.

"OW! OW! OW! Sorry!" he screamed in pain, much to the amusement of the other raiders, bandits, and cutthroats in the school gym with them as they waited for the auction to start. "Let go of me!" the auctioneer screeched.

"You gonna answer my question now?" Erin asked calmly.

"Who are you looking for again?"

"Her name is Melanie, age forty-five, vault survivor," Erin prodded.

"Yeah... yeah... I remember her..." he said, breathing though waves of pain. "Pre-Flare vaulties stick out. She was the first one sold. Happened so fast I don't remember who bought her. Check the archives in the back!"

"This isn't a trap or anything, is it?" Erin asked him. "I'd hate to come back and damage you some more." She wrenched his arm a bit further for emphasis.

"AHHHIIIEEEE! NO! NO TRICK! NO TRAP! I SWEAR!" he screamed.

Erin let him go and walked towards the back, getting golf claps and nods of approval along the way. Erin smiled sweetly at her newfound fans and nodded. "Don't get between me and who I'm hunting," she said with a big smile on her face. Nods of appreciation rippled through the crowd as she went back to the sale archives. In the back she found a squirrely looking guy with coke bottle glasses surrounded by what had to be millions of files. Erin repeated her request, this time telling the man that the auctioneers sent her.

He was all too willing to comply as he didn't look like the type who'd stand up to too much punishment. "Ahhh... sorry..." he said in a nasally voice. "Redacted. Means that it's a high-end client of ours who doesn't want a trail," he said, showing her the record.

"Grrrrr..." Erin growled as she looked at it. Sure enough, there was her mother's name at the top with her age, where she was from (Billings) and who she was sold to and where she went blacked out so well that Erin couldn't even get the imprints. A few other names were like that as well as Erin glanced at the list. "These are in blocks, were these all the women that were in the same truck together?"

"Yeah," archive boy nodded.

Erin took another look at the list. A lot of the twenty girls that were sold along with her mother had been scattered far and wide. But there were a few that were still here in town. "Where's this brothel at?" Erin asked, turning the paper back towards him and pointing it out.

Archive boy looked at it. "Oh yeah, Meadowlark. Very upscale. That's over by the river forks towards the center of town. Can't miss it!"

"Thanks," Erin fished out a tab and tossed it to him, to which he gleefully took. She still couldn't get over the fact that soda can tabs were being used as currency but whatever. She knew how to find soda cans really easily so she was never short on cash in this day and age. Erin walked out of the auction center and headed west. The tri-river center of town was easy enough to find. She'd been here before the Flare happened. It was just sad to see the once vibrant trees and green grass now gone. Erin walked to what used to be a country club building that was now a center of upscale prostitution. About fifteen or so bored looking women, all of whom were wearing slave collars and cuffs, were lounging about the main area which had since been changed from a golf pro store, restaurant, and lounge to that of a gentleman's club. They perked up when they saw her enter the area. She found the owner easily enough as he was the only man here and the only one wearing clothes. "Hi there, I'm looking for a woman," Erin said in greeting.

"We certainly have many who might suit your tastes, miss," he said with a genuine smile that of a man who wanted her business and not wanted her for his business. "Do you have anyone in mind?"

"Looking for one of three women who came up from Billings last month," Erin said. "They're a great lay and I miss having them down south. Heard they were up here and so here I am."

"Of course, who are they?" he asked. Erin gave him the names and he checked his register. "Only one of them are available right now. Ana," he said. "How long would you like her for?"

"Don't suppose that I can get her for the night, could I?" Erin asked, looking outside at the setting sun. All of her asking around had taken most of the day. "It is starting to get dark earlier lately, and I do need a room for the night if you don't mind?"

"Not a problem at all. We are very upscale so that'll be a hundred tabs for the room and board," he said. She paid that easily and he smiled. "ANA!" he snapped his fingers. A small, busty, Asian girl ran over from the lounge area. "You have a client for the entire evening. Show her to your room."

"Yes, Master," Ana said with a bow to him. Then she bowed to Erin. "Please, follow me, Mistress," she said, gesturing for her to follow. Erin followed the girl, who she figured had to be her age or a year younger, but no more than that, downstairs to her room in a very ornately decorated hallway flanked on either side by ten doors, five were closed and Erin could hear the sounds of sex and pleasure coming from inside them as they passed. Ana led Erin to her room, stopping at the doorway to gesture and bow deferentially to allow Erin to enter first. To Erin's surprise, it was pretty well furnished to the point that this was pretty much living in luxury as far as the apocalyptic landscape above was concerned. It was a small, single bedroom apartment that had been put in down here with a living room, kitchenette, and bathroom. Ana closed and locked the door behind them before helping Erin out of her gear, hat, and overcoat, placing each by the front door for easy reach. Then she knelt at Erin's feet to look up at her submissively. "What do you wish of me, Mistress?" she asked in a shy, sweet voice.

"Information, first," Erin said with a smile as she sat down on the couch and started taking her boots off. "Then we can have fun," she added with a twinkle in her eye.

"I don't know what I, a lowly slave, can offer in terms of information, Mistress," Ana said, shocked at the request. "But I will try."

"You came up here from Billings, right?" Erin asked, getting straight to the point.

"Uh... yes, Mistress..." Ana blinked again in surprise. "How did you..."

"There were twenty women in your truck with you according to the auction manifest. Out of those twenty, you're one of three still here in Great Falls," Erin explained quickly just on the off chance that they were being listened to by her Master and he was on his way down to stop them from talking. "My mother, Melanie, was one of them. I think that she was chained in your coffle with you. Do you remember her by any chance?"

Ana's breath caught. "You're Melanie's daughter? She told me that she'd told you to run away and never come back for her!"

Erin grinned as she got out of her shirt to bare her breasts to Ana. "Yep, that's mom, alright. So you knew her?"

"We were lovers," Ana admitted with a slight blush. "Our rooms were right next to each other's back in Billings and so we were chained to one another on the way up here. We... played together... in the back of the truck and serviced the slavers together during the breaks," she explained. "She tried to get us sold together but when they found out that she was a Flare survivor they put her up first."

Tears actually stung Erin's eyes at hearing how her mother had been getting by in the comfort of another. She paused in getting undress to take a moment to wipe her eyes. Erin was happy for her that her mom was able to move on a bit after dad died. "Thank you," Erin said, smiling. "It means a lot to me to know that she had some measure of happiness. Do you know who bought her? It's someone very powerful within the region, or so they tell me. Their name was blacked out on the auction manifest."

Ana closed her eyes as she concentrated. "Ambrose Arrowpeak... I think?" she said at last. "Or an Ambrose from Arrowpeak? I don't remember exactly what the Auctioneer called out. There was a lot of noise and commotion going on as they were getting our information and starting the bidding on Melanie," she said with a resigned sigh. "I got a glimpse of her with a tall man in a white suit before she was taken away. That was the last time I saw her. I'm sorry, Mistress," she said, looking like she was going to cry.

"Hey, it's okay," Erin said softly, she slid off of the couch to kneel in front of Ana, taking the girl into her arms. "Shhhh... it's okay. You've given me more than enough information to go on. Thank you," she said, soothing Ana by stroking her hair while they embraced. She then pulled back and gave Ana a quick kiss on the lips, smiling at her. "Now, I can't do anything tonight to find my mom, so let's relax and have a good time, huh?"

"Thank you, Mistress," Ana said with a bright smile as she wiped her own tears away. "I'd like that."

"Good," Erin said, rising to her feet and helping Ana up. "Now how about we go to your bedroom and you can show me what you did to my mom, hm?" Ana returned the smile, walking hand-in-hand with Erin back to her room.

Ana climbed up onto the bed to kneel with her hands clasped behind her back, just above her butt. She looked back over her shoulder at Erin while crooking one of her fingers in a beckoning gesture. Intrigued, Erin slipped out of her pants and underwear to join Ana on the bed, kneeling behind her. "When we were chained together, Melanie was so kind to get me off to calm me down," Ana explained in a whisper while leaning her head back against Erin's shoulder. "So while we were like this, I got her off in this manner," she added, sliding her hands down and back along Erin's belly, down to her mound. Erin jumped from the sudden erotic tingles that shot up her body but then settled back down, wrapping her arms around Ana to cup the girl's breasts. "And we made out for a long time as we played with each other's bodies," Ana moaned, tilting her head back and opening her mouth in invitation. Erin took it, bending her head down so that her lips met Ana's. They kissed while Erin teased and tickled Ana's nipples, making her moan. Ana used her fingers to deftly spread Erin's pussy open wide so that she could finger Erin's clit. Erin moaned deeply, gyrating her hips against Ana's touch.

Erin took the lead, sliding a hand up Ana's front to grip her neck just above her metal collar. Ana moaned and melted back against her. Erin nudged Ana down to the bed where Ana lay on her back. She then leaned into Ana to kiss her deeply, sliding her hand down to Ana's mound to feel her up. Ana moaned again as they made out, spreading her legs for Erin. Erin mounted her, grinding her mound down against Ana's, making them both shudder with pleasure. Their breasts pressed against one another as Erin settled on top of Ana's body. Erin ground into Ana, faster and faster, building up a good rhythm as the heat built within her loins. Ana planted her feet on the bed, bending her legs while holding them open wide for Erin. She whimpered into Erin's mouth as their tongues mingled together. Ana came first, her body shaking in orgasm and continuing to do so while Erin continued to fuck her way to her own orgasm nearly a minute later. Both groaned deeply as they clutched each other tightly as they trembled together.

That was just the first of many orgasms they shared together that night.

In the morning, Ana looked sad to see Erin leave after she was washed, dressed, and geared up. "When you find your mother, Mistress," Ana said, handing Erin's backpack to her at the door, "maybe you'll be so kind as to remember me? I would love to be with both of you once again."

Erin smiled at her, drew her into a tight hug, and kissed her passionately. "I'd like that. If I can find her, I know that I'll be able to find you as well," she said. With that, she turned and left.

With a partial name and a possible place, Erin now had a starting point. But she had to hurry, winter was rapidly approaching.

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CHAPTER 139: Melanie - Sexually Broken Fucktoy

The winter months were relatively dull, and Melanie was glad that there were only three months of it nowadays. Gone were the days of four seasons. With the devastation of the sun's nova that cooked off a good part of the ozone later and knocked the planet onto a more up-down axis as opposed to the 23.5 degree tilt that it used to have, the seasons are more or less three months of winter followed by nine months of summer. Great for farmers who can get more out of their crops, lousy for fertile women as the sun's rays are now harsher and cooking ovaries which was why people like her and the rest of the pony girls, who were considered prime breeding stock, were constantly kept indoors as much as possible. Over the winter, Melanie saw girls come and go all the while entertaining clients. With the quick, but brutally harsh winters now, they weren't ran as much but they were still expected to entertain clients. Those clients wishing to breed with the pony girls wound up buying their favorites or those girls that they thought would make superior children with. Part of Melanie was envious but at the same time part of her was uncertain about raising a baby in such conditions. Her and her husband had strictly said no to any children while they were free but on the move. Now, she wasn't quite sure. She supposed that if she had the right Master and the right living conditions, she could do it.

Melanie heard the doors to the barn open up and heard her name called. She rolled out of her bed and walked straight to her stall door, sticking her head out of the circular opening. Even hooded, she could now move around her stall as easy as if she could see with her own eyes. "Good Girl, Mel," she heard Master Ambrose say as she felt his hands move around her collar. The next thing she knew she was blinking to clear her eyes as the hood was removed. Her breath caught as she saw none other than Ana standing there submissively behind Master Ambrose in her own pony girl getup. Ana heard Melanie, looked up, and gasped herself. Ambrose looked between the two of them. "You two know each other?" he asked. Then he saw the indecision between them as they weren't sure who that was addressed to. "Mel, Answer."

"Yes, Master," Melanie said at once while her Master started taking the barding off of Ana's body. "I know her. We were brothel slaves to the Militiamen down in Billings. We were brought here together, and I had asked that we be sold together at the auction, but they split us up, Master." she explained softly.

"Ah... pity," Ambrose sighed as he took Melanie's hood and placed it over Ana's head, much to her dismay. "Such intimacy between pony girls already in place would've been such a benefit to the team. Alas, it's not meant to be," he said. "Mel, step back in your stall."

Melanie pulled her head out of the hole and stepped back for her Master to walk in leading Ana. That's when it hit her; she was being sold! Melanie panicked and immediately hit the ground on her hands and knees, kissing her Master's feet. "Master! Please! Don't sell me! Keep me here with Ana, we can share the stall together! I don't want to leave!"

"Awww," Ambrose said with sympathy as he reached down and petted her hair. "Such devotion is admirable, but this is what I do, my pet. You knew this would happen one day when I found someone to match my price for you. It has finally come. Now, get up and dry your tears. I don't want you to be a blubbering mess for your new owner."

"Y-y-yes, Master," Melanie sniffled. On impulse, she threw her arms around Ana and kissed her hard and deep. Ana moaned and kissed her right back as their bodies were pressed tight together. It sounded like Ana was trying to say something as she squirmed in Melanie's grasp, but Melanie kept on kissing her, savoring this fleeting, tender moment. Master let it go for a little bit before finally pulling Melanie away, something that Melanie cried out at and Ana whimpered in need and longing.

"Enough," Master ordered her as he closed the door to her stall... or she should say Ana's stall now. "Follow behind me. Don't make me pull you the entire way."