Kay's Adventures Ch. 03

The man looked at the picture of Kay for a time. He stared at it.

"I want her," he said.

"Sure. You can have a good time with her."

"You do not understand. I want her for good."

"Oh."

"If you want me to come in on your scheme you will give me the girl, to keep, forever."

"Oh."

"When can I have her?"

"She leaves the Kidz-home next Monday."

"Send her to Beryl Fong for a few weeks. I want her well versed in all aspects of pleasure. Then you will give her to me. Then we will have an agreement on your scheme."

With that the man walked out of Jacob's office, zipping up his trousers as he left.

Jacobs phoned Phil Slater at the Kidz-home immediately.

"The girl Katherine, I want her delivered to the garment factory as soon as possible," he told Slater.

Jacobs hung up and then phoned the garment factory.

"Slater is sending a girl; as soon as she gets to you I want you to phone Beryl Fong. Beryl will come for her."

Jacobs hung up and then phoned Beryl Fong.

"There is a special girl on her way to you. Stan Reynolds will contact you when he has her. Teach her everything and then send her to me. Do not let anyone else touch her."

Jacobs hung up the phone. Jacobs smiled; if this scheme came together he would have riches beyond his wildest dreams.

That was why Jacobs was so distraught at Kay's disappearance.

Phil Slater owed Lewis Jacobs his job and an awful lot of money, so when Jacobs got angry Slater panicked. Slater had paid Coor to transport the girl in his truck, so Jacobs blamed Slater for the loss of the girl. Slater was so deep in the shit he needed a snorkel.

That was why Slater was so distraught at Kay's disappearance.

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Sam Coor was going to lose his job over losing the truck, but what the hell? He could always get another job.

Kay was wandering in the ruined town, not knowing which direction to head in. She had seen no sign of life since her scare a while ago.

"Hello." It was that voice again.

Kay span round, she was too tired to run, too tired to care anymore. She saw a young man standing about twenty feet away. He looked about her age. He was not very tall but quite nice looking.

"Hello," she replied.

"You have been wandering in circles."

"I don't know where to go. I don't know where I am."

The young man moved closer to her.

"Don't run, I will not hurt you," he said to the frightened girl. "What is your name?"

"Katherine, but they call me Kay."

"Hi, Kay, I am Digby."

The young man looked her up and down.

"You are very pretty," he said, "What is your 'thing'?"

"My 'thing'?"

"Yeah, this is mine."

With that Digby drew his left hand out from behind his back, only there was no hand. Where his hand should have been was a stump. There was no thumb and the fingers were fused together. It looked like a pink sock puppet on his wrist.

Kay shuddered.

"I am not that bad," he said. "So, how about you, I cannot see anything obvious?"

"I do not understand, I do not have anything wrong with me."

"Hey! There is nothing wrong with me either! Wait a minute; you're a Norm, aren't you."

"A Norm?"

"Yeah, you are not Chal at all. How come you are out here?"

"I have no idea what you are talking about."

"Come with me."

Digby took hold of her left hand with his right and led her off down the road.

They walked along past the piles of debris, Kay had no idea such a place existed. Digby led her off the road and towards one of the collapsed buildings.

She noticed a crude door in the pile of rubble. Digby pushed the door open and led her inside.

"Keep your head low," he told her as he led her down a corridor.

The corridor ended at a larger space. The room they entered was not very large and the ceiling was still low, but light. The light came in through gaps in the crudely fashioned walls and roof.

"This is my place," Digby told her. "Are you hungry?"

"Yes, and thirsty," she replied.

Digby picked up a bottle of water and handed it to her, then he picked up a tin of beans and began to open it.

"Cold, I'm afraid," he told her, "better than nothing though."

Kay slated her thirst and using the battered spoon she was handed, fed herself on some of the beans.

As she was eating she could feel Digby rubbing his malformed hand over her back, it felt strange.

"You are very pretty," he told her, "can I kiss you?"

She knew by now that everything came at a price, and the water and beans were going to cost her a kiss.

"O.k.," she replied.

Kay put the tin down and turned to face Digby. He put his mouth to hers and kissed her. His tongue pushed its way between her teeth, wriggling around in her mouth. She responded, flicking her tongue around his. She enjoyed kissing, and he seemed like a nice boy.

Digby put his malformed hand against her tummy and rubbed, finding that she did not stop him, he rubbed a bit lower down, and then lower still. She gave a little moan as he rubbed it against her pubic mound through the material of her jeans.

She was starting to get aroused. She put her hand to the bulge that was forming in his jeans.

Digby broke the embrace.

"Let's get undressed and lie down," he said.

They both stripped off their clothes. She looked at him as he disrobed; he was perfectly formed in all other aspects. Perhaps his penis was a little larger than one would have expected, but she did not mind that!

Digby pointed to a large pile of old clothes and bedding material on the floor.

"The bed," he told her.

She walked over and knelt on the pile of material. He stood in front of her, pulled back his foreskin and offered his erect penis to her. She opened her mouth and took the bulging purple helmet in. She started to gently suck and flick her tongue over his cock-head.

"Oooh," he murmured as the beautiful young 'Norm' gave him oral service.

He put his good hand on her head and tried to get her to take more of his cock in her mouth by pulling it onto him. She let more of him in her.

He started to gently fuck her in the mouth. She kept licking and sucking, allowing as much as she could in her mouth without gagging. Her hand went down to her snatch and she started to rub herself as she sucked.

"Oh!" he cried as he started to send jets of hot spunk into the girl's mouth. She reacted by twisting away a little, stopping his cum hitting her throat and causing her to choke. Her mouth was flooded with the young man's semen, more and more just kept spilling out of his cock and into her mouth.

Eventually his cock grew limp and he pulled it away. She had to swallow several times to empty her mouth of the copious amount of spunk he had deposited in it.

"God I needed that!" he exclaimed.

Kay rolled onto her back and spread her legs. She put her fingers to her clit and started to rub. He knelt in front of her.

"Let me," he said as he brought his mutated limb towards her wet snatch.

She let out a gasp as the warm wiggly limb pushed at her slit, it wriggled and slithered like a snake as it found its way between her outer lips and opened her up. He gently inserted his deformed hand a little way into the moaning girl. He began to fuck her with it.

"Oh my God!" she cried as the wriggly limb was pushed in and out of her body.

Her vagina was sopping wet with her secretions. She pushed upwards as the hand pushed into her. The motion got faster and the penetration deeper as she began to get close to orgasm.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuuuuck!" she squealed as she was brought to a shuddering climax.

He withdrew his hand and let the girl lay, satiated, on the primitive bed. He let her lie still for a while as he dressed himself.

"Come on," he said eventually, "I will show you around."

Kay got up from the bed and dressed herself.

The two young people left his primitive home and went back to the outside world.

He led her through the rubble.

"What is 'Norm' and 'Chal'?" she asked.

He explained. "You have no physical abnormality, so you are normal. We call you 'Norms'. There are very many people who are the descendants of people affected by radiation and the fallout from the final war. We are genetically challenged, and we are called 'Chal'.

"Oh," said Kay, "Are we enemies?"

"No, not at all. The 'Norms' tend to run things and the 'Chal' are treated quite badly. We are left out in the wasteland and other than containers of provisions handed out to us, we are ignored."

"Oh," said Kay.

"Did they not teach you about us?"

"No."

"What were you taught?"

"To read and write, to count and how to be a productive worker when allotted to an employer."

"And were you?"

"Was I what?"

"Allotted to an employer."

"I was never told where I was being taken, and when the truck I was in was hi-jacked, I ran off and became lost."

"How did you get to Rivertown?"

"I was picked up in the desert by the police and then one of them put me out here."

"Oh, so you have no job or money or anything."

"No. I need a job, I guess."

They continued walking.

After a while the piles of rubble became less prevalent and a few buildings came into view. There were people about too.

"Welcome to Chalville," said Digby.

He led Kay past some market stalls where some trading was being done. They came to a single storey building that looked in good condition; it had proper doors, but no windows. There was a large man with a small head standing outside of the building. Digby led Kay towards him. The man moved to bar their way to the door.

"I want to see Chef," Digby said to the man, "I have an idea he might like."

"You and your fucking ideas," replied the big man with the small head, "he said he did not want to see you ever again."

"This is a good idea Benny," Digby said to him, "Please let me see him. Anyway, I am sure he would like to meet my friend."

The big man with the small head looked at Kay. He smiled a lascivious smile and licked his lips.

"Perhaps he might like to see you, yes I think maybe he will," the man said.

The big man with the small head stepped aside and Digby led Kay through the door.

They entered a large room. Kay could see that it was a large dining room. The room had about twelve tables, which were all laid for dinner. Some had six chairs around them and there were some smaller ones in the corners with just two chairs. There were no people in the room. Digby led Kay across the room and through a door at the other end. As they approached the door she could hear noise, the same sort of noise as she had heard in the Kidz-home kitchens, lots of crashing and banging of cutlery and crockery.

Digby opened the door and the smell hit them. As one, they inhaled deeply and smiled widely as the aroma filled their nostrils.

"Wow!" Kay exclaimed as she started to salivate uncontrollably.

"Shut that fucking door!" bellowed a very large man indeed from across the kitchen.

"That is Chef," Digby told her, "come and meet him."

The very large man was busily creating a culinary masterpiece whilst shouting orders to people who were obviously his underlings. Digby tapped him on the shoulder. Chef turned round and when he saw him he became enraged.

"What the fuck are you doing here?!" he exclaimed, "I said never to come here again!"

"I came to say sorry and bring someone to meet you," Digby answered.

The very big man saw Kay standing next to him and stopped looking so furious.

"Hello," he said to her and smiled, the same sort of smile as the man outside had smiled.

"Hello," she replied.

The very big man looked at Digby and spoke.

"Take her to the office. I can let this bunch of FOOLS! continue with the preparation for this evening. I shall be with you in a minute or so."

Digby led her out of the kitchen, pausing to dip his finger in a saucepan, scoop out some sauce and put it in her mouth. She had never tasted anything so wonderful.

Chef's office was clean and tidy, if a little spartan. There was a small table, a chair and a scruffy sofa; very little else.

"His kitchen is his office really," explained Digby.

A few minutes later the very big man blundered into the office, sweating profusely. He flopped down onto the sofa, his legs splayed apart, and his belly hanging over his trousers.

"Right Digby, tell me what you want and then fuck off," he said to the young man.

"My friend Kay here is a Norm and I think you should make her your waitress for serving Norms. They are put off by the thought of being served by Chal and don't come here as often as they should.

"They don't care who fucking serves 'em, they come because I make the best fucking food," replied Chef.

"Yes it is the best food in the world," said Digby, buttering Chef up, "can she be a waitress anyway?"

"I shall interview her now, so fuck off out Digby!" shouted Chef.

He smiled and left the room.

Chef smiled at Kay and licked his lips.

"This place is so hot, you must be hot in those clothes, take your t-shirt off," the very big man said to the tall slim girl.

She assumed that to get a job one had to do as one was told, so she pulled her t-shirt off over her head and dropped it on the floor. Chef's eyes widened as he took in the sight of her pert breasts snuggled in her bra.

"What size are your feet?" he asked.

"Eight," she replied.

"Show them to me, I like feet."

She bent down, unlaced her sneakers and pulled them off, together with her socks.

Chef looked at her dainty feet with their closely cut nails. He smiled.

"Now take off your jeans," he ordered.

She undid her jeans, wriggled them down over her hips, past her knees, down to her ankles and then stepped out of them. She stood, dressed only in her white bra and the pink lacy panties Tom Stone had stolen for her the previous evening and given her earlier that day, looking at the very big man.

Chef licked his lips again and grunted.

She began to swivel her hips and roll her shoulders, she thought he might like to see her dance a little. She shuffled her feet and shook her head from side to side. She stuck her arms out and waved them about. She did not know much about dancing but had seen other girls do it at the Kidz-home.

Chef began to dribble from his mouth.

Kay moved towards the very big man slumped on the scruffy sofa. She looked him in the eye and smiled. Chef began to breathe heavily.

"Come here," he ordered the girl.

She sidled over and stood in front of him. Chef grabbed hold of the roll of flab that was his guts and pulled it up to reveal the waistband of his trousers.

"Undo me," he said to the girl.

She leaned towards his huge mass and reached down to his belt. She had to pull hard on the tongue but managed to get enough slack to unclip the buckle and let the belt spring apart. She grabbed the material of Chef's trousers and managed to undo the top button, releasing the pent up pressure on the waistband. His guts seemed to expand as they were freed from the waistband. She then pulled the zip down. He gave a sigh of relief as his guts hung free of the confines of his trousers.

"Oh that's better," he said then continued, "pull 'em down girlie."

She took hold of the material and started to pull. He wriggled about on the scruffy sofa, enabling the trousers to be shuffled off over his massive ass and down past his huge thighs. She got his trousers down to his ankles.

He sat, knees spread apart, huge guts hanging down, trousers around ankles, smiling.

"Now get in there and give it a suck," he ordered the girl.

She got on her hands and knees and shuffled in between his legs. Using both his hands he held the huge roll of fat up to allow her access to his genitals.

She opened her mouth and let his flaccid cock dangle inside it. The cock was not very big and she could take it all in. She slobbered all over it and it began to grow. As his penis began to stiffen so she moved her head back so she would not choke on it. Steadying herself with her left hand, she took hold of his balls in her right and began to massage them. She could feel the roll of fat resting on her head as she fellated the huge bastard.

He began to wobble about on the scruffy sofa, attempting some sort of pathetic pelvic thrusting. His breathing got heavier as he felt the girl sucking on his cock and massaging his balls. He began to huff and puff as he felt his stuff beginning to rise up his cockshaft.

She felt the cock throb in her mouth and she drew back a little more, preparing for what was about to happen.

He gave a grunt and spent himself in her mouth. His hot creamy load spewed forth in jets coating the inside of her mouth. She gave his balls a little squeeze, as if she was wringing the last drops of spunk from them. He grunted his approval.

"Oh yes, give 'em a squeeze baby, empty them right out."

She swallowed his mess and pulled away, the roll of fat that was resting on her head flopped back down, hiding his genitals once more.

"Right, get dressed and go out to the kitchen. Ask for Gwen, she will show you what to do." He told her.

He watched her dress, he liked what he was watching, the girl was undoubtedly beautiful and to have had her suck him off was a delight. He wondered what it would be like to fuck such a beautiful girl, but his immense bulk precluded coitus in any practical sense.

Kay finished putting her clothes on and left the office. She found Digby hanging around in the dining room.

"Finished?" he asked.

"He has given me a job, I think."

"Good, I shall go in and agree terms."

Digby opened the door and went back into Chef's office.

Chef was pulling his trousers back over his big fat thighs as Digby walked in.

"I have given her a job, well done for bringing her to me. Get Raymond to give you a meal and a carton of cigs, and then fuck off. I like your idea, but that does not mean I forgive you. If you show your face in here again I will get Hugo to beat you to a pulp." He told him, whilst struggling to do up his belt.

"Oh," replied Digby, "well, thanks Chef." With that he left the office.

Kay crossed the dining room and went back to the kitchen which was a hive of activity. A young woman, probably a couple of years older than Kay came over to her. The woman was pretty, with thick black shoulder length hair tied back, giving her a severe look. She was slim with narrow hips. The noticeable thing was her walk; she walked awkwardly, dragging her left leg behind her. Kay noticed the reason; her right leg was unnaturally short, making it virtually impossible to stand straight on both legs at once.

"Who are you?" the woman asked.

"My name is Kay," Kay replied, "I have been told by Chef to look for Gwen."

"Right, you've found her, she's me," replied the woman, "What does he want me to do with you?"

"He says you have to show me what to do. I think I have been taken on as a waitress."

"Typical Chef thinks we are all mind-readers. Come on, I will show you what to do."

Gwen took five minutes to show her around and explain that she had to take orders from the tables, repeat them to the kitchen staff and then serve the meals when they had been prepared.

"Go and sit in the corner," Gwen told her, "I will get you a meal. We open in an hour."

Kay looked over and saw Digby sat at a tiny table in the corner, eating from a bowl.

She went over and joined him at the tiny table in the corner of the kitchen and Gwen served her with a bowl of stew. Kay had never tasted anything so delicious.

"I have to go after this," he told her, "It was good to meet you and we may well meet again if Chef ever forgives me."

"What did you do to cause him to hate you?"

"I lost him one of his best and prettiest waitresses. I thought bringing you to him would make things alright. If you prove to be as good as her, maybe I will be forgiven."