Strange Queens Ch. 03

Huddled together, those girls that had been able to had done their best keeping them all grouped together for warmth and safety, and Gold saw those few sitting against the wall with several unconscious girls with them, using their own bodies to cushion the others from the bouncing shock of the van travelling down the road.

As she looked inside, one girl -- the short and thin one, Brianna -- rose slowly from the back of the cabin and stumbled towards her, her legs unsteady.

'Most of them are asleep now.' She said hoarsely as she came to the edge of the step and sat, dropping her legs out and then standing, now at last outside the van. The wet smell of sex seemed to hang in the air around and behind her, just as it had been beginning to smell up front with Rachel, but stronger. Gold looked over Brianna, her eyes seeming to question the girl silently. She stretched, and as she put her arms out wide Gold's eyes fell on the arm right before her face. There was a long, evil looking gash down her arm, dried with blood. Brianna noticed her gaze and held her arm before her body, her other hand gingerly resting on the long, deep cut.

'Long story,' she said, shaking slightly in the cold air. 'My gun exploded, and a piece of the metal did this.'

Gold looked into the back of the van, at the mess of women sprawled about inside. 'We need to get them inside. Can you help?' She asked. Brianna nodded, closing her eyes as she did so.

'Of course. I've been looking after them so far, it only seems fair to see them safely into warm beds to finish it all off.'

Stepping up into the van, Gold Eyes opened the other door and stepped carefully over to the girls. Several woke, a few were beginning to stand up. Quite a few others, notably all dart victims, most more than one, still lay limply on the floor of the van's interior. 'Come on, guys. Let's get these girls inside and into beds.' Gold said.

It took some time, but after about ten minutes all the women who could stand were standing and helping. A few, still very weak and muddled from the effects of their darts, had stood and managed to wobble to the back of the van. Then, Gold and Brianna had helped them down and into a room. The others were a little trickier. Between Gold, Brianna, and two of the un-affected women -- one of the older girls and one of the younger ones -- they carried the incapable females out and put them inside the motel rooms themselves.

When at last the van was empty, Brianna helped Gold with one last girl -- Rachel. Together, they carried the unconscious female into the last room and put her with the others. Gold busied herself quickly, grabbing a knife from the kitchen in the room and twisting it in the bent metal at the end of Rachel's freely hanging chain that bore the two magical keys; the key to the cell doors back at their captor's establishment, and the key to their chains and belts. Quickly, she set about unlocking her own locks, the thin, slim, dual-ended padlocks that adjoined her chains together quickly dropping to the floor in a pile, followed shortly after by her ankle and wrist cuffs. She undid the locks on her crotch belt and chest plates but left them on, doing similar with her neck collar, removing the thick metal band and leaving the small studded choker-like ringlet underneath. For all the world, Gold now looked like one of those kinky sex shoot models that shoot in chains, belts, or with manly tools or mechanical parts over their bits.

Brianna gave her a questioning look, but Gold just threw her the keys. 'If you wouldn't mind doing me the favour of getting the rest of the girls unlocked, that would be swell. Get a few of the able girls to prepare some warm water and towels, they can give everyone a wash off and get them into bed. When you're done and everyone's resting, get some rest yourself. You've definitely earned it.'

'But what are you going to do?' Brianna asked inquisitively, catching the keys easily then wincing quickly at the pain the motion brought from her wound.

'Me?' Gold said, her face emotionless. 'I'm going to pay the bill.'

As she passed the van outside, she grabbed something black from the seat of the front cabin and tucked it into her belt before swinging the back doors shut and making her way towards the fuel station that stood quietly aside the motel rooms, the station in which the owner of the place would be.

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As the sun rose over the hillside and the birds and bees began their daily routines, the countryside seemed to sing. Bright and warm, the sun washed a fresh, energising light across the vast landscape. Some low, fluffy clouds skittered across the blue sky and, in the distance, the hazy, grey outlines of the biggest city for five hundred miles began to open its eyes and wake up. People all across the town started their morning rounds, some waking up to go to work, others heading home from theirs. In a few select spots around town, some criminals and businessmen alike variously avoided the police as they drove stolen cars or stolen wallets away from the scene of their crime. Even less commonly, some ladies -- and indeed, some men -- of the night were strolling back down the streets. On one corner, a female stood with her back against a wall, a long trench coat covering her body, big, black boots reaching up her otherwise sexy legs, her bright pink hair hidden underneath a wide hat, her eyes locked away behind dark sunglasses. This lady smoked something that billowed thick, acrid smoke.

And amongst it all, between the wide romantic country, the bustling, money-over-counter city, and the fast, petrol stained highways, Katrina Clinton looked out of the dirty bedroom window through which she could view the world and wondered, in that strange way people do, about the little things in life. Presently, her mind was occupying the small operational part of itself with the curiosities of why high heels are so thin if they're supposed to support so much weight.

Turning sleepily over in her bed, her bare arm came to rest tucked behind her head, propping her up. She was lying in a double sized bed pressed into the corner of a dirty and messy room, a wall to her left, a wall bearing the window through which she had just been looking out at the bare, empty lands occupied only with the grasslands of rural farms.

This room could very well have passed as the bedroom of a teenager. The window was dirty, the bed had a touch of smell starting to float about it, and clothes, boxes, containers and jars and just about everything else were strewn about the floor and all available surfaces. On the adjacent corner to the bed in which she now lay, a small corner desk bore an equally dirty computer screen with a laptop sitting by it and a large shelf full of crappy cardboard filing containers, each either full or overflowing with papers. A beaten and bored printer stood on the end of the desk.

And in the bed with Katrina was the owner of the mess that passed for a bedroom, a young, plain man, perhaps in his thirties, a hairy-chested, flat stomached bloke with a mess of short hair and a salty stubble. Obviously a bachelor, for want of a more appropriate title, this man had seen no obvious need to maintain his appearance, and it showed. Currently, he was sleeping happily, a sort of grin smudged across his face, his hairy armpit bared to the world beside Katrina. She turned her head and looked away almost immediately after she'd seen it. Although she'd fucked him, and fucked him ravenously, she didn't feel too much like bearing more of the sweaty male odour for much longer. That said, she thought as her heavy eyelids still refused to open themselves properly, she could bear the stink -- and the warmth -- for as long as it took for the drug to wear off her brain and for her to wake up properly. Her happy haze still mixed about in her head with her conscious normality, and made it generally hard on concentrated thinking.

After pausing to scratch at her slightly tender pussy, Katrina's arm snaked down the bed to the back of her leg where something had been irritating her for a while now, something that had only drawn her conscious attention now. Her fingers brushed over it and she realised what it was immediately -- or rather, remembered; the hard, smooth feeling of plastic-like resin and the sensation of the skin underneath it were unmistakable, even if she couldn't really remember feeling it on her before. She wouldn't have registered it on her once the drug had taken hold on her mind, and now she'd forgotten about it amongst the hangover-like wooziness.

Slowly, as the sun rose more and the light began to slice over the bed like the 2D side-on image of a knife passing through butter, Katrina's mind began to stretch itself out and shake itself awake, the last of the drug in her system wearing out slowly but surely. With it came aches and pains, her normal, outwardly impassive persona, and most importantly, her memory came back, and she calmly and logically allowed it to replay her history to her.

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Stepping over the curb surrounding the small, dimly lit property of the petrol station-come drive in motel, Katrina, the gold eyed, gold haired vixen of mystery, felt her heart beat in her chest. She wasn't nervous; in fact, she was as calm as she ever had been. Her heart was beating just a little faster than usual, however, and this she knew was a side effect of the serum now beginning to seep into her body and subdue her systems one by one.

Just moments before she'd come into range of the servo's lights, Katrina had stepped her leg up onto one of the short poles designed to stop out of control vehicles from passing while keeping out of the way of pedestrians as best as they could and raised a tool she'd picked up from the seat of the driver's cabin, a tool she'd taken back in the imprisonment facility, a tool stolen from a fallen guard. One of the stub nosed dart guns that appeared to be standard issue for the black clad, groin cupped, drug addicted people that secured that facility. She had chosen this one on purpose; the guards carried a slow working serum in their darts that subdued it's victim over minutes, acting quickly but taking time to swing into full effect. Rachel's darts, custom filled rounds straight from what she had said was a dispenser of the stuff back in the guard's personal shed, knocked people out almost instantly, a concentrated, super power drug that went from normal to unconscious stupor in seconds. Much as that had been effective on the guards, Katrina didn't want to knock herself out with an orgasm. She wanted the drug to take her over slowly, to do its work almost as though it was a boost of the normal human libido. That would be the only way to do it.

Stepping one leg up, the ball of her foot flat on the top of the post, her heel high, Katrina flicked her hair back and levelled the pistol. She had never been one for countdowns, or for unnecessary flair, and she saw no reason to wait. Quickly, she checked her aim, pressed a small power switch on the butt to on, and winced quickly as she depressed the trigger. Instantly the small gun clicked and snapped mechanically and there was a dart embedded in the muscle behind her shin, the black feet attached solidly to her skin, the barbs embedded in her, the small pressurised vial pressed deep into her bloodstream. It was all over in a second, and she watched the tiny vial simply click away from her body and clink as it rolled away into the gutter.

Well, the job was done now. No turning back, not that, she added to herself, she had any plans to. Quickly she slid the gun behind her belt, the barrel slipping over her tailbone, the tip just peeking between the tip of her crack, and stepped up the step and opened the door to the station.

Inside was a small store, packets of chips and drinks, a row of small freezers, and a shelf for travel supplies. Standard service station stuff. She passed it all and went directly to the counter where a man, perhaps in his thirties, perhaps late twenties, sat slumped against the wall asleep. A tiny black and white portable TV sat on a folding table in front of him, a bowl of chips beside it. The tinny sounds of the late night shows could be heard from its speakers.

Katrina didn't waste any time. She could feel her cunt just beginning to dampen, the very first stages of arousal twinging her legs and alerting her to her pussy preparing itself, warming itself up for what her brain told her was coming. She stepped around the counter and ran a hand down his chest, her fingers brushing over his pants. He stirred drowsily.

'Hey, baby. Feeling good?' Katrina asked, sexily. Her eyes poured lust, her body took on the act flawlessly. She bent down a little, stuck her butt out behind her, getting close to him as he woke up. 'I know how to make a baby feel good. You like the sound of that, baby?' She breathed.

He woke up, and sat up quickly. 'Thepfuck are, you? What're you doingghere?' He asked, slurred sleepily. She put a finger to his lips, watched his eyes widen and watched the emotions playing through his brain behind them. 'Shhhh, baby. You and me have some business to attend to.'

And then she was kissing him. She just leaned in and their lips met, instantly pressing together. For a moment he was unresponsive, still too asleep to comprehend the situation. Then he returned the kiss, both their eyes closed. It only took twenty seconds for the kissing to wet up, and before long she had widened her lips and sucked his with her. Her tongue slid past the pair of lips and rubbed itself affectionately against his, and he could feel her rough tongue massaging his. Before long his returned the favour, and their tongues had their own sex, sliding and massaging, pressing and licking all around.

Katrina was horny now, hot, and she could feel it steadily ramping up. Already she was past the point of foreplay, she was wet, she was losing control. Her mouth seemed to say this to him wordlessly. His hand was already on her hips, hers on his chest and crotch respectively, the crotch hand touching and pressing, finding his rod and massaging it to life. She could feel him stiffening through his pants for her. She wanted it, and pretty soon, she'd need it.

Sixty seconds later they were in his bedroom and his pants dropped to the floor, a thick cock standing to attention before him, protruding from a thick black bush of pubic hair. Before him, she stood, standing tall, standing sexily, watching him watch her as she released her chastity devices for good. First she unlatched the breast cups and unhooked the snares, and she gently drew it away from her body, her skin prickling and driving her insane at the sensation. Still her eyes were locked on his, staring deep into him, watching his every look, watching him drink her in. Her belt was next, swinging the catch free, dropping the cunt-hugging sex preventer to the ground at long last. She felt the cold air scream at her skin, felt every pore opening, felt every tiny minute gust of air weave and worm between her thighs and press itself into her.

Katrina was on her knees in seconds, before he'd even closed his mouth from staring, and it was in her. The rough ridges of his cock slid one by one past her soft lips and massaged her mouth like it massaged him. She could already taste the first hint of pre-cum on her tongue and her sex enslaved body rewarded her for it, making her pussy clench involuntarily. She felt a tiny drop of her own sex fluid seep out of her and for the briefest of instants felt it as it wobbled in the air between her legs before slamming back against her labia as it released its load, a drop of cum, and sent it sailing towards the carpet below. She sucked, her cheeks denting inwards as she applied pressure to his rod in her mouth with her tongue. She knew the zones, knew the male cock, just like she knew her own cock hole.

Quickly she took him fully, felt his tip touch the back of her throat, pressing her nose against his hair and inhaling his sweet, heady aroma. She knew the rush of air would drive the penis crazy as it rushed in her nose and past his head to her lungs, and she wished for a tiny millisecond that it would just explode now and flood her lungs with its sticky rewarding semen so she could truly give in to the sex drive. But she knew what she had to do, knew where she needed the cum to go. She sucked hard and pushed her tongue against his shaft as she pulled back, feeling the smoothness of his thick helmet push past her tensed mouth. She knew the feeling of her rough tongue and soft lips as the base of his head passed them would make him melt, and she was again rewarded with the taste of pre-cum, a good dose this time, a sizeable helping for a good little fuck girl.

But she wasn't done. Once, twice, a third time, she sucked him in and let him out, never stopping the pressure of her lips or her tongue, turning her mouth into a vagina with teeth. She could feel the pre-cum now, taste it everywhere, feel it lubing her up and sticking to her gums. Every time she pulled out, a string if it left them connected to each other.

It was time.

Standing up she pressed her lips against his and shared his taste with him, her tongue against his instantly. Standing now, she felt his rod touch her vulva, felt the wetness lightly as it swung before him. It touched her legs lightly but as soon as she kissed him it was there, the head right on her cunt. She couldn't bear it, she was going to go slave crazy for it, she needed it god fucking damn it, she needed it right fucking now!

Still she waited, still she let his cock feel her pussy lips on it, let her cunt tell it it wanted it in her. She could feel her own wetness and knew it was already adding his cum to her own.

She really couldn't wait any more. She put both her hands on his chest and pushed him hard backwards, his cock flying away from her cunt as he fell onto the bed. His legs flew apart, his cock stood proudly above him, ready, pulsing gently. She knelt over him, stepping one leg then the other up onto the bed with her knees, watching his member as her pussy lined up over him. She grasped it and rubbed herself along its length, rubbed her cum along it, felt her labia rubbing over his bulging ridges. Then, she moved her fingers and on the fifth rub up and down it was in her, slipped inside instantly, thick and wet and hard and ready.

She was tight and she felt him stretch her but she knew there was no pain there. Instantly his whole length was buried between her legs and she felt his head pressing up into her, seeming to go impossibly deep, feeling like it was reaching all the way up to her brain and coating it with a fuzzy, cummy joy. She let out a moan, or a scream, or something, her mouth wide in an "O" of pleasure, her hands on his navel as she felt him invade her wanting cunt. And then, tensing her thighs, she began to bounce. Up, oh fuck. Down, Jesus fucking Christ. Up, oh, fuck me, down, fucking, fucking bliss!

Despite the lust of them both, it still took her four and a half minutes to milk his glorious cock of its goodness. Four and a half minutes in which she bounced, her tits rising and falling in the air as she pushed her body up and down, trying to ram his length deeper into her, before she changed, never letting his length leave her body, bending down so her tits would press against his chest for him while she rammed her hips up and down, turning them into their own exclusive jackhammer, her ass wobbling and her asshole bared to the cold air to lick out as she took him in her. She tensed her cunt, rhythmically fucked him with it, made her muscles work with her ramming to really suck the cum from his length.