Slick - A Post Apocalypse Tale Pt. 01

Slick - A Post Apocalypse Tale - Pt. 01

1. Visitors Arrive

The house was situated on a small hill, just barely visible above the trees that surrounded it. It was its peacefulness and seclusion that had drawn Ron and Miranda to move there from their house in town. It had been a good decision. Even their daughter Jennifer, a pretty teenager, enjoyed it and hardly ever complained about the isolation from her friends. She had made a few new friends in the area but seemed happy. Ron waved to his wife as he walked across to barn and started up his ATV. He hooked up the trailer and drove out of the barn and out to the forest behind to cut wood. One thing about country life was that you needed wood to heat your house if you didn't want to pay a fortune for heating oil which, since the war, had been in very short supply. The weather was beautiful; a fine summer day.

Ron puttered up the narrow lane and turned into the woods. He drove for another fifteen minutes before he found a good spot to cut. For two hours he cut and split wood until his back ached and the trailer was full before heading back. He cautiously drove across the small wooden bridge that spanned some marshy ground. He kept meaning to replace the bridge as it was getting a bit rickety, but never seemed to get around to it. It had probably been there for a hundred years and was likely to last a few more years, he thought. Suddenly, there was a crack and an outer board on the bridge broke and pivoted, throwing his ATV and trailer into the muck below.

"Shit." Ron thought after he had extracted himself from the mud and ascertained that there was no way he was going to get this rig out of the marsh on his own. "Oh well better walk back and pick up the tractor and pull it out."

He walked for almost an hour before he rounded the side of the barn and stopped, startled. Standing by the side door of the farmhouse were five large motorcycles.

"Harleys." He thought. "A motorcycle gang, I wonder what they're doing here. Probably ran out of gas or something."

He walked toward the house. Though he had no problems normally with gangs, though his mind was churning and filled with misgivings. He reached for the door handle and then pulled it back quickly when he heard Miranda suddenly shout out.

"No!"

Ron decided that discretion might be in order and crept around the house and surreptitiously peered into each room. He found the gang sitting in a semicircle in the kitchen. His wife was seated facing them. A large leather jacketed man was sitting on a stool holding his wife by an arm. Another man was restraining their daughter. Through the open window Ron could hear their conversation.

"Freddy." Said the large man. "Keep a lookout at the door there. If hubby comes back, waste him. We don't want him surprising us ... So, Mom, you look a little overdressed for this party."

As he said this he seized the neck of her dress and ripped it from neck to waist, revealing her light blue bra. Miranda screamed as he pulled her face down over his knee and, ripping the dress off her shoulders, unsnapped her bra and pulled it off her arms. Her breasts dangled unrestrained for a second before he seized one in his large meaty paw and squeezed it hard.

She screamed again when he pulled up the back of her dress and thrust his hand between her legs and groped her panty-clad sex.

Ron stared horrified. What could he do? He couldn't just burst in on them, there were too many of them to handle alone, they were armed and would certainly kill him. Ron glanced at his daughter and saw that the man holding her had pulled up her tee-shirt and was fondling her tits through her bra. At that moment, the large man looked over and saw what his henchman was doing.

"That's enough Griff. You know the rules. Me first."

"Aw, Gregg I was just softening her up. Prob'ly never had someone feel her little titties before."

"It's OK to look but no touching .... yet." Said the man who appeared to be the leader of the group. The man pulled the crotch of Miranda's panties to one side so that he could stroke the furry cleft within. "Bring the young lady over here and pull her skirt up so I can see her."

The man pulled Jennifer over and lifted her dress.

"Oh, nice knickers. Pull her panties down to her knees so I can see her girly pussy. It's really hot seeing a women with her panties pulled down like that. Sort of like they they're not really sure they want it but know they're going to get it."

"Yeah, they're accessible but not too relaxed."

Griff said as he promptly obliged and pulled the girl's panties down to her knees to reveal a dark bushed pubis. Gregg withdrew his hand from Miranda's cleft and ran his fingers through the thick bush of dark hair between Jennifer's thighs parting her labia.

"Please leave her alone." Miranda sobbed.

"Oh?" Said Gregg. "And why should I do that. I suppose you're prepared to give us something in return?"

Miranda was silent.

"Well I guess she's fair game then."

"No." Miranda blurted out. "Do it to me but not to her."

"Do what? You got something in mind?"

"Whatever it is you're thinking of doing."

"Oh, you'll have to better than that. I'm going to leave the thinking to you. Whatever you decide, you'll have to do it for me before I decide what to do to you. Griff, grab a hold of the crotch of Mom's panties and pull it tight."

Griff eagerly complied, easing his hand into her crotch and pulling the fabric taut. Gregg pulled a switchblade from his pocket and clicked it open. He ran the tip lightly along the crease of her sex before severing the crotch of her panties with a quick flick of the wrist. Miranda's sex was now fully exposed. Ron could not ignore the thrill he always felt when he saw Miranda exposed this way. His cock was as hard as iron but his mind churned away in the background trying to think through a solution to his dilemma.

"Griff, take off the girl's panties. She doesn't need them."

"Please..." Pleaded Miranda.

"Ok, sit the girl down there. And no funny business. Mom looks like she might be ready to buy her daughter some time by being real nice. But she may need some incentive."

With that he slowly inserted a finger into Miranda's cleft and began to fondle her protruding labia. "You don't mind me doing this do you?"

Miranda stuttered.

"Pardon I didn't hear you."

"N...no." She mumbled.

"That's good cause I really like what I'm feeling. And when I like something I take it."

Soon, the inner labia had parted invitingly and the man drew them apart further to expose the glistening pink aperture they protected. He teased his finger into her moistening vagina and rotated it slowly.

For some minutes he slowly penetrated her this way, sometimes with one finger, but more often with two or more. Ron could see the sheen of her lubrication on his fingers each time he withdrew them.

After this inducement he shifted his focus to her ass, which he started to stroke with a slow circular motion. "And here's OK too.?" He asked.

"Y ...Yes. Just leave my daughter alone."

Occasionally dipping his finger into her lubricious well he transferred some of its elixir to her posterior. Eventually his finger slipped into her ass where he thrust it in and out for several seconds. Ron heard the soft sobs of Miranda as he ravished her ass with his finger.

"Bring the girl upstairs. Keep a lookout for the husband. We don't want him around causing trouble. Those pussies in town seemed to think he was a pretty tough customer, so don't be stupid."

"Aw, Gregg it's not fair you taking them both. What about me ... us?"

"Listen, Mom and me got a lot to thrash out. Later we can share. Meanwhile you others, find the husband. If he comes quietly, bring him here and he can watch me screw his wife until she begs me for it. Then she can watch us cut his balls off before we permanently divorce them. 'Course if he doesn't come quietly ....". He drew a hand across his throat. He squeezed Miranda's tit and stood her up. "Of course YOU my dear won't be coming quietly, quite the contrary, you'll be cumming like a hog in heat." He said to Miranda.

With his hand between her legs and a finger hooked inside her cunt he dragged her upstairs. Griff followed with a panty hobbled Jennifer in tow, giving Jennifer's pubis quick gropes when he knew Gregg wasn't watching. Ron heard the door slam upstairs and a disappointed Griff clump back downstairs. He realized he needed to find out what was happening and moved quickly and silently to the large oak tree that grew up beside their bedroom. The tree grew so close to the house that its branches almost touched it.

Ron climbed rapidly and found a leafy area just beside the bedroom window that concealed him almost perfectly from view whilst giving him an almost clear view of the bedroom. When they had renovated the house they had installed large windows so that they could see the attractive scenery it opened upon. They had never bothered to curtain it, because their house was so isolated. Today, because of the hot weather, the window was wide open and Ron could hear, as well as see everything within.

By the time he was positioned, Miranda was already naked and was standing submissively while Gregg felt up her tits and pussy. He nuzzled her breasts until the nipples stood stiffly. While he licked her tits and kissed her passionately, he stroked her slightly rounded belly and pressed it curiously and then drew his finger through her sex.

"Getting a bit of a pot aren't you, honey. I'll need to work that off for you, though it may only be temporary because by the time I've finished with you there will quite probably be something sprouting in there. It would interesting to she what a little Gregg would look like."

He stroked his hand over her belly, pushing and squeezing it. He spent some time pushing it from side to side and then leaned over her and began to lick it. He swirled his tongue around her belly button and then sat up.

"Your belly is very firm. Seems too firm for flab." He said, putting his hands on both sides of her stomach and squeezing. "Is this what I think it is? I'm too late to give you a little Greg aren't I. You're preggers ... up the spout ... right?"

Miranda was silent at first but then he squeezed harder.

"Yes." Miranda whispered.

"Geez, I really am a bit too late. How long?"

"Sixteen weeks."

"No wonder you seem so sexy and so ripe. I bet you haven't had it in a while and you're probably aching for it. 'Course once I'm done with you your hubby won't be too interested in dipping his wick in a fucked up whore like you. I love fucking some other guy's pregnant slut, but not as much as I like watching a clueless husband fucking his wife imagining that the kid in her belly is his."

He kneeled between her legs and licked her slit, then getting behind her, licked her ass hole while penetrating her sex with his finger.

"Now it's your turn."

Miranda kneeled over him and licked his nipple, to his surprised enjoyment. She kissed his ears and mouth, resignedly obedient to his groping touches. She licked and sucked his cock to his great delight. She was obviously hoping that she could make him come and therefore delay her eventual fate. But, it was not to be.

Suddenly he reversed her so that she faced away from him, bent her body at the waist and inserted his massive cock into her ass. Miranda, unused not only to such violence but to having anal sex, cried out as his cock rammed into her tight orifice.

"Ah yes, Mom this ass is going to be used a lot. By your loud squawking, it sounds like it has been sadly neglected."

He pushed her to her knees and vigorously violated her besieged bottom until he climaxed. When he pulled away Ron ogled her bum as the unnaturally expanded hole slowly narrowed to a finger-sized aperture that leaked his semen.

Through all of this Ron could see Jennifer sitting in open-mouthed stupefaction in an armchair in the corner of the room. Gregg now steered Miranda to her back and lowered his head between her thighs. He licked and sucked her sex like a man possessed. Two fingers flashed in and out of her pussy quickly and powerfully. His fingers stretched the pink hole obscenely until he had four of his fingers inserted at once. The cries from Miranda conveyed both pain and self-reproach as her lust, an intuitive and primal response to such stimulation, mounted spontaneously minute by minute until with a hopeless cry, that conveyed both sadness and his dominance, her orgasm erupted. The frenzied thrust and gyrations of her body testified to his psycho-sexual power over her rational mind.

She seemed unaware and confused, lost within a fog of desire. Gregg quickly recognizing her susceptibility, dragged her to the bed and lay on his back and directed Miranda as she impetuously kneeled above his cock, which was again monstrously thick and hard.

Gregg had her face away from him while she hastily spread her labia and sank onto it with a satisfied sigh as it penetrated her completely. For the next fifteen minutes she drove herself onto his manhood mindlessly while he reached up and grasped her breasts rudely, squeezing the nipples severely with his thumb and forefinger, which at first caused her pain and caused her to cry out but eventually elicited a increased sensitivity that stimulated her, urging her to greater wantonness.

He reached around to her slit and thrust his fingers into her vagina alongside his cock. With his thumb and fingers he squeezed and rolled her clitoris severely. Though his abuse hurt, it fused with her lust stirring her to greater exertions until, with sharp staccato cries, she climaxed, groaning repeatedly, as each orgasmic contraction set off others until she thought she would faint with suffocating desire.

Her clitoris burned so hotly and was so sensitive, that the mere caress of wind gusts in the room threatened to send her into new throes of ecstasy. Every time she rammed against his pubis, another orgasm threatened to break loose, raising the promise of wonderful, uncontrollable pleasure, which she now yearned for. But, eventually her lust abated and she sagged against Gregg's chest, her heated and stiffened nipples burning into him.

"Oh, yes Mom. You are truly one hot mother. Perhaps you will be able to save your daughter yet. But, was this a mother's desperate attempt to save her daughter, or something else. I got the distinct feeling that you started to enjoy being fucked this way. Lying against me, with my cock deep inside you, I can still detect the twitches and contractions within your cunt that show how much you enjoyed it. Even now as you realize how you betrayed your man you are daydreaming about my cock aren't you? And I know when the next time comes you will be willing and at the ready for more cheating love."

Although Miranda did not reply, her red face betrayed her and Ron recognized the truth in his words. Gregg rolled her to one side and nibbled her breasts.

"Come here girl." Gregg called to Jennifer. "Since your mother is so exhausted, I want you to lick my cock."

"No, no." Said Miranda trying to get up.

"I only promised not to fuck her but she will need to learn this, so she might as well start now. Her man will want her to suck his cock whenever he wants. You can kneel over my face Mom and I will suck your clit, so you will be ready when I want to fuck you again."

Jennifer shuffled nervously over to the man and took his cock in her hand while Miranda with one agonized backwards glance at Jennifer kneeled over his face and surrendering to the seduction of his capable tongue.

Ron realized that he was going to need to equalize the odds a little if he was going to liberate his family and he couldn't spend his life up a tree. He climbed to the ground carefully and crept to the barn. It was an old barn similar to those built at the turn of the 19th century. The beams were all pegged together. Not a nail could be seen, except for those hammered into the beams by less skilled artisans than the original builders.

Throwing a rope over a beam he tied it off on one end, carefully constructing the classic trap that always seemed so popular in movies about headhunters or African natives. He disguised the loop he had made under some straw and climbed up to the beam with the other end and tied it up. In the corner of the barn he had been storing old windows, some of which had become broken over the years. He collected the longest and most jagged pieces and carried them under the beam where he placed them points up in the straw, ensuring they would not move easily. His trap set, all he needed was a victim.

He observed the house until one of the bikers came outside. He began fiddling with his bike and Ron climbed to the beam and began to hit it with a block of wood. Through the bale door he could just see the man raise his head and come walking cautiously to the barn. He entered slowly, looking around suspiciously.

"Come out now." He said. "I know someone's in here."

He walked inside boldly with a confidence gained from years of terrorizing non-aggressive normal people and walked down the concrete walk that separated the pens from the hay barn. Ron waited until the man's feet were inside his loop and then jumped from the beam holding the end of the rope. The loop tightened round the surprised man's legs and pulled him upwards and swung him above the glass shards, while his weight slowed Ron's descent. As Ron's feet hit the ground he released the rope and the biker fell uncontrolled onto the glass pieces Ron had strategically placed. He made only a brief cry as they stabbed into him. He struggled briefly, but one piece of glass had pierced his heart and stuck out through his chest.

Ron walked over to him and looked down at him as the last glimmer of life faded from his eyes. Ron retrieved his rope and hid it. He might need it again. He then dragged the man into the loose hay, covered him and stole back to the house. The light was fading quickly as he climbed back to his vantage point again. The light was on in the room and Miranda was sitting on the end of the bed with Gregg beside her. He seemed unable to keep his hands off her and pulled her onto his knee while he kissed her and fondled her tits. The door opened and Griff entered.

"Hi Griff." Said Gregg "How do you like the look of Mom when she's not all covered up and has had a not so relaxing afternoon of fucking."

"She's a hot one alright Gregg. Will seems to have disappeared, I sent Rollie out to check."

"He's probably out looking for hubby. He'll be back soon with him I'll bet. Come over here and get a feel of this tart."

Griff came over eagerly and grasped one of her tits roughly with one hand and groped between her legs with the other.

"God she's sloppy down here. The slut must really have enjoyed her afternoon of fucking. She's gonna be all stretched out before we all get a chance."

"Well she's a good one alright. I've already plugged her three times. Now she knows how good it is with a real man, she doesn't even argue anymore. Not that she argued that much at the beginning. Reckon, she knows a good thing when she sees one. "

"Now Mom you're going to be good slave aren't you. Remember our agreement. Now you just go with Griff. I think he'd like to introduce your cunt to his not so little friend. You can take the room next door Griff, daughter here is not gonna need it."

"No, no." Screamed Miranda as Griff dragged her out of the door. "You promised."

Ron heard her protest fade as the door closed.

Gregg lay back on the bed.

"Now that my fuck-partner has left for a bit of leisure time you're going to have to keep me happy so get over here girl my cock's got all soft again. Make it hard."

Jennifer stumbled across the room nervously and kneeled by the bed and took his cock into her mouth.