Apocalypse Slaves Pt. 16

Then came the long walk back to the raider's base which was in a swath of woods in a valley on the east side of Glacier Peak to the northeast of them. It was right on the shores of a long, snakelike lake called Chelan. It took them five days to get there and every time they stopped, Scott had his cock inside of Val one way or another. By the time that they arrived at Chelan, Val had been fucked in all of her holes as well as between her tits by Scott, who took great pleasure in filling her and covering her with his seed. She was tired, dirty, and sore by the time she was pulled into Scott's house which was to be her new home. She was only allowed to take her gag out whenever Scott wanted a blowjob or she was allowed to eat or drink.

"You'll do my cooking, cleaning, and water gathering, Slave," Scott said dispassionately as he showed her the small building that looked like it was a resort cabin back in the days before the Flare. From what she remembered; this part of the region had actually been shielded by the mountains when the flare hit so many who were not under the protection of the Hab shields when it happened fled to here to start new lives. But then the raiders took over in time and have been here ever since. It was why Val tried to head south so that she could avoid them but, obviously, they were ready for that.

Scott moved over to an old set of drawers once they were in the bedroom. He fished out a couple of items and held them up for Val to see with a smile on his face. "I've been waiting to have a slave of my own for some time now," he said, showing her the items; a jeweled butt plug and a couple of gemmed nipple coverings with chains on them. "I found these out scavenging years ago and have been holding onto them for just this day. Bend over the bed, bitch," he commanded her.

"Yes, Master," Val said in her gagged, muffled voice as she did as she was told. Knowing what was coming, she bent over, planting her shackled hands down onto the mattress which had surprisingly soft blankets on it. At the same time, she shuffled her feet slightly apart. Scott spat on the butt plug to lube it up before spreading her ass cheeks just a bit so that he could then work it up inside of her. Val squirmed and grimaced as he worked until her ass finally gave way and the plug popped in. She could picture the white gem now peeking out from between the clefts of her round bottom. Scott then reached around her to put the nipple coverings onto the tips of her breasts. They looked like small, round, battered shields with a little clamp on the inside of them. Val couldn't help but let out a tiny moan as Scott rolled her left nipple between his thumb and forefinger to get it hard before clamping it into place. Then he did the same with her right nipple. To complete the image, he then latched the two loose chains that came out of the top of the coverings onto her collar. "Beautiful..." Scott breathed, "and just how I fantasized about you in school too."

Val looked over her shoulder at him as he stepped back and shed his ramshackle armor and clothes. He took his cock into his hand, which he then pumped a few times to get himself to full hardness, stepped up, and slid up inside of her pussy. Val arched her back, threw her head back, and sighed with pleasure as she was taken again by him. This time, however, was different as she had the butt plug inside of her for double penetration. She could feel both his cock and the plug move inside of her, grinding against her through the vaginal wall separating them. At the same time, Scott snaked one hand around to grab the front of her neck over her collar while using his other hand to grab her hip for leverage to thrust.

Oh God... I'm gonna cum again! Val thought as Scott pounded her from behind. In her opinion, it was about time as after five days of having sex in every way imaginable by her much younger master and not being able to get off. "Oh God, Master, please..." she moaned behind her gag as she found herself pushing back against him every time he thrusted into her.

"Hm?" Scott half heard her. "Please... what?"

"Please, Master, make me cum!" she screamed out through her gag just in case Scott wound up being one of those types who demanded that their women ask for permission to get off.

"Oh, yeah, do it, bitch, you like that, huh?" Scott said, now grabbing her hips with both hands and fucking her as hard as he could.

"OOoohhhhh... Ahhhhh... Nnnnngh..." Val closed her eyes and ground out as her body exploded into a powerful orgasm that was so intense that her arms and legs shook violently as a result. Her pussy clamped down around Scott's cock so hard that it made him blow his load at once. She felt his hands dig painfully into her flesh in the process, but she didn't care as she finally had her own release after days of teasing. Their bodies trembled and shook together in the throes of the shared orgasm. Her pussy quivered and squeezed Scott's throbbing cock as it pumped more and more loads of his seed into her.

"Haaah..." Val breathed as her head swam. She managed to remember to keep herself in position as her Master might not be done with her. Eventually he was spent, and his cock slid out of her after he pushed himself off. She looked at him, expectantly, as she waited for him to give her an order. The last thing she wanted to do was to be hurt by being punished by him for whatever reason.

Eventually, he gestured to her. "Come on," he gestured for her to follow him. "Let's get cleaned up." Val kicked off her shoes and followed him to the bathroom that was surprisingly decently clean. She was even more shocked when she saw that the shower worked and that the water was actually pretty warm. Scott laughed. "What? You thought all raiders lived in squalor around a watering hole or something?"

Val nodded, still surprised.

"Pfft. What's the point of stealing anything if you're not going to live in luxury back home?" Scott asked rhetorically as he took her gag out of her mouth to give her a break and pushed her into the shower. He then had her put her manacled hands up over the shower head to keep her in place as he then proceeded to wash her down.

"Won't these things rust, Master?" Val asked him, jingling her chains while working her jaw to relax her muscles.

"Nope, we have a blacksmith that made some kind of alloy that's rust resistant. We've been using these on our slaves for years now," Scott explained as he took great pleasure in soaping her up and then rinsing her off so that she was totally clean from head to toe once again. Then he couldn't help but fuck her once again since he was hard. Val let out a huff of frustration as she was left hanging again. "What?" Scott asked crossly once he pulled out of her. "I thought my little slave liked getting off with me."

"Whatever pleases you, Master," Val said hollowly.

"Oh don't give me that bullshit Miss Val," Scott snapped. "How come you didn't cum that time? Answer me!"

Val let out a sigh of resignation. "I've only cum twice with you, Master, once with the guy who gave you my gag and just now in the bedroom. If you want your slave to cum, then may I suggest that you play with her more instead of just getting yourself off, Master?"

Scott blinked stupidly at her. Had he really thought that he'd been getting her off every single time they had sex? Surely he had remembered sex education back in school. Finally, he nodded. "Alright, I'll keep that in mind. In the meantime, I gotta get out on guard duty so get to cleaning the house. Then you can take my clothes down to the lake to clean them there. We're not supposed to use the indoor plumbing for laundry; just bathing and drinking. Get your gag back in, get to work, and I'll fuck you more tonight," he ordered tersely as he stepped out of the shower to get dressed.

"Yes, Master," Val sighed as she took her hands down from the shower head, turned off the water, and stepped out to start air drying as she got her shoes on before putting her gag back into her mouth. After all, it was time to get to work.

*

After a week of monotony of cleaning Scott's cabin until it sparkled, preparing meals, and doing other menial labor outside of having Scott fuck her during his free time, Val started to get bored with her existence. While the other women of the raider village were content to do whatever their masters told them to do, Val found herself looking out more towards the mountains, more towards the woods, and wondering what else was out there. She wanted to leave. She wanted to explore. She wanted to learn. She wanted to know what was out there instead of guessing about it and relying on the stories that the men brought back with them.

Granted, Scott was getting better in bed with her as she was able to start getting off with him, but she wanted the shackles off of her. They were heavy and confining. It hampered her movement both in bed and outside as she worked. So after Scott finished fucking her while on all fours, Val took a chance. She took out her throat gag and addressed him. "Master, can you take these off of me?" she asked in the sweetest voice she could manage, holding up her manacled wrists and jingling the chains as she rolled to her side while Scott lay down. "I can do so much more for you if I didn't have these on."

"No, you'd escape," Scott said flatly. He smiled at her. "Besides, you look good in them," he added, reaching out to heft her right tit in his hand while he squeezed.

"Where would I go? I don't know where we're at," Val said. Technically true. She didn't know exactly where they were... all she knew was that they were along the massively long lake, but she had a good idea. "Besides, I would still have everything else on, including my collar." She then mounted him and slid down his body, dragging her metal tipped breasts down his abdomen and legs before settling down between his legs and taking his cock into her mouth for a quick suck. "Imagine how much better I could be for you if I had my hands free," she purred seductively as she dipped her head and sucked on his cock again.

"Mmmmmngh..." Scott groaned painfully as she sucked him hard once and then left him hanging. "Alright... why not?" he finally conceded. He rolled to get a key out of his jeans that were lying on the nearby bed stand. Val held up her wrists in offering to him but kept her place where she was at. A moment later, the shackles and the chains attaching them to the collar were off and on the floor.

Val smiled at him. "Thank you, Master, now let me show you what I can do without them in the way." She started off by cupping his balls and stroking his cock gently before taking him into her mouth again. Softly, she suckled on his manhood until it was stiff once again and she was deep throating him. Above her, Scott groaned and writhed with pleasure. She then mounted him again, straddling his hips and lowering herself down onto his hardness, slowly sinking down until their loins were joined yet again. Then she slowly started to grind against him while at the same time reaching down to tweak his nipples with her hands. "See, Master, isn't this enjoyable?" she said in a voice scarcely above a husky whisper. "I wouldn't have been able to do this for you with those shackles going across your body. Nor could I do this." She lifted her hands up above her head, arched her back, and then brought them back down to run them through her hair, showing off her breasts to him that he loves so much. Then she brought them back down to continue tweaking his nipples while she rode him.

"OH Gooooodddd..." Scott groaned as he grabbed her hips, bucked up into her, and released his load.

Thanks to the first round, Val was already primed for the second one. She grabbed his hands to place up onto her breasts and squeezed them, making him squeeze in turn around her nipple coverings. Val threw her head back and cried out in passion as she joined him in the orgasm. Once she was done, with only minor erotic aftershocks trembling through her body, she laid down onto Scott's chest and kissed him. "See? Now wasn't that enjoyable, Master?" she asked sweetly.

"Ohhhhh yeah..." Scott agreed. "Alright, you can keep the manacles and the gag off so long as you continue to please me like that."

Val smiled and kissed him. The first phase of her plan to escape was now complete.

***

CHAPTER 5: Escape

It took Val a month to covertly gather the things she needed to get out of the raider camp. All the while she said everything that Scott wanted to hear and let him use her body how he wanted. In the meantime, she'd misplace a backpack here, some dried rations there, accidentally lose a sock, while making it look like she was working her ass off to keep his home tidy and please him like a slave should. She'd be on her knees to meet him at the door whenever he came home and eagerly give him a blowjob for a reward for his 'hard day's work' of raiding and pillaging other settlements and villages in the area. In the process, she was able to get the collar taken off of her along with her nipple clamps and chains to just have to walk around the old campground village with nothing but her shoes, her butt plug, and a smile on.

She did feel a pang of guilt at having to leave the other women behind who'd no doubt be punished when she went missing but considering that many of them were still in chains and had not been able to convince their masters to take them off, Val could scarcely be concerned about them. This was the wastelands, after all, and one had to look out for themselves.

After Scott had left for the day, Val went upon her usual routine by first going down to the water's edge to do the laundry for the day. Only this time she moved further south along the shoreline to a secluded area with lots of rocks. She'd selected this area before to do laundry as it was a good place to wash and then lay out all of the clothes to dry. Once the sun came over the ridgeline to the east, the clothes would air and sundry quite easily. Val hummed to herself as she cleaned them and laid them out, then she selected a rock to lay down on and sun her body while she napped. As usual, the raiders who were responsible for security came and went, barely giving her any notice as she laid there. Of course they ogled her naked body but none of them dared to touch her. It was an unspoken rule in the camp that you didn't fuck another man's slave without his permission first and Scott kept Val all to himself.

Once the patrol went by a couple more times, Val moved up into the woods to make a show of gathering firewood for the evening. She saw the patrol a fourth time and even waved to them. Once they were gone, she was moving deeper into the woods where she had her backpack stashed. It was in an old hollowed out stump in a clearing about a kilometer south of the camp. She got it out, slung it over her bare shoulders, and kept on moving south. Over the past month she'd also scouted out the furthest extent of the raider patrols and so hunkered down next to a path where she knew that they stopped at. This patrol she knew was made up of the raiders who had yet to take a woman, or were on the outs with the leadership, and basically out to prove their worth to the others. When they stopped for a rest near lunchtime, Val waited until the quartet broke apart to do their own thing on their break and that was when she made her move.

Singling out one of the smaller raiders, Val took out a bowie knife from her backpack and left the backpack hidden on the side of the trail. Then with the knife held behind her back, she approached the scrawny young man. "Hay baby," she purred as she sauntered up to him. Eyes wide, the young raider got to his feet as she walked up to him. Before he could get a word out, she took the knife and jabbed him quickly in the chest and then slashed across his neck. The man went down, clutching his throat and gurgling as he tried to call for help. Val dropped the knife where she stood, and then dropped to the ground herself, rolling in the dirt to make it look like she'd been roughed up. She then dragged her fingers in the ground making it look like she was being pulled away against her will before standing up and slapping herself a few times.

Then she reared back and screamed bloody murder, calling for help.

The other three raiders closed in on her position within seconds while Val made a show of looking like she'd been beaten up and she'd escaped within an inch of her life. With a shaky hand, she pointed towards the forest to the west. "Th-that way! They tried to grab me!" she panted out, feigning fright. "I screamed and I kicked and they dropped me," she gasped.

Looking between her and the young raider who was now dead on the forest floor in a pool of his own blood, they didn't question her. "Get back to camp. Now! We'll get these assholes!" And with that, they charged off in the direction that she'd pointed.

Idiots... Val thought bitterly as she dropped the act, scooped up her knife, retrieved her backpack, and continued heading south.

She walked all through the day and into the night, not stopping until long after midnight. It was only then that she put on the clothes that she'd taken from Scott; trousers, a shirt, and socks that were a bit too big for her, but they kept the night chill off. After eating some meager rations, she fell into a fitful sleep.

When Val woke up in the morning, she found that she was surrounded but not by the people that she'd expected to. They were raiders alright, but they were entirely women. A name clicked in her head. "Amazons..." she breathed in shock and awe. The Amazons were a nomadic raider group made up of nothing but women. No one ever knew where they were at since they always kept on the move and they rarely took the same route twice. It was said that their brutality towards raiders was matched by none save for maybe Caine and that they had passions to match... if a man was lucky enough to bed one, that is.

A tall, muscular blonde, smiled as she stepped forward. "I am Kara and I'm the leader of this little patrol here," she said as she held her hand out for Val. "It is good to know that the Hab Dwellers still know our name."

"I'm Val and I thank you," Val said as she allowed herself to be pulled to her feet by the stronger woman. "I'd heard the stories, of course, but I'd thought that you all were a more modern myth than anything, much like Caine."

"Oh we are still around and as strong as ever, just like Caine and the Huntress are," Kara said proudly. "We'd come this way to check on one of our sisters who is being held by the Chelan Gang just as you were. Then, to our surprise, you are the one killing one of them and escaping. Very impressive for someone born of the Hab."

Val's eyes widened at that admission. "You have someone who's back at the camp?" she asked in shock. "Oh my God! I am SO sorry! If I had known, I would've..."

Kara was shaking her hand and waving that comment off. "It is not up to you or us to get her out of there. It is up to her. She will either get out on her own or she will succumb to the wastes. Such is the way of life," she explained. "If a woman of our tribe cannot deal with a pesky man, then she is unworthy of the title of Amazon."

"This is the way," the other three Amazons solemnly intoned.

"I see..." Val said. So the warrior and training rite that she'd heard rumor seemed to be true. It was said that they're sent out into the world, they had to bed a man, kill a man (sometimes the same one), and return back to the tribe to be a full warrior. "So, uhm, where does that leave me at?"

Kara half shrugged. "Well, do you want to eke out an existence on your own, go back to those men who enslaved you," she then grinned, "or join us and kick some more ass like you just started to do?"