Apocalypse Slaves Pt. 04

Lauren grunted in slight discomfort but managed to turn it into a groan of passion to goad her client on. Now that he was settling down on top of her, she kept her legs up and parted wide for him as he started to drive into her. His hard, calloused hands came up to cover her tits while his mouth descended upon hers once again. She let out little muffled whimpers every time he thrust into her while she felt her nipples being pinched and released. Her hands came up to hold his shoulders. Ash's mouth then trailed over to the side of her neck where he proceeded to suckle.

"Oh yes," Lauren breathed even though she was feeling only the barest amount of pleasure from fucking him. He was moving too fast for her to enjoy it. While there were the tiny electrodes of erotic tingles coursing through her body from her loins to her nipples to her neck, she didn't necessarily feel like she was getting any closer to orgasm. Ash, however, was apparently enjoying himself as he was grunting and groaning every time his cock slid into her. He was getting into it by increasing his tempo to the point that he was starting to sweat. Nonetheless, she goaded him on by squeezing him with both her thighs and her pussy and increasing her own fake gasps of pleasure as if she were about to get off. "Oh yes, baby, just like that."

"UNGH!" Ash grunted through grit teeth. His cock swelled inside of her and then blew its load. Lauren felt it throb and pulsate inside of her and she knew that was her cue to fake her own orgasm. She threw her head back and moaned in fake ecstasy while rhythmically flexing her pussy around his cock while he came. He then sighed as he relaxed onto her. Lauren wrapped her arms around him and put her legs down while his cock continued to twitch intermittently in her pussy. "Damn, that felt good."

"Mmmm-hmmm," Lauren murmured in a non-committal fashion.

She laid there underneath of him until he finally slipped out of her. He then rolled over onto his back and checked the time. "Plenty of time for one more at least." He pointed down at his withering cock. "Do the honors so we can fuck again."

"Of course," Lauren said, giving him a sly smile as she moved down towards his hips. She wrapped her lips around his cock and started nursing it back to life.

Ash had other plans than just lying there. He grabbed her right leg and pulled it across her body. Without removing her lips from his manhood, Lauren shuffled herself over until she was straddling his chest. He then pulled her hips closer to his head until she was positioned just right to attack her pussy with his tongue. Pausing just long enough to sop up his own cum that was dribbling out with a towel that was nearby, Ash then placed his mouth over her mound and went to work.

Lauren hummed with pleasure around his cock as she felt his tongue come into contact with her clit. She waggled her hips provocatively, urging him on. This was something that she could get into and possibly get off to if he managed to keep it up. She sucked on him hard, working on his cock until it was fully erect inside of her mouth. Then she deep throated him. All the while, Ashy kept his arms locked around her thighs and his mouth over her slit, relentlessly lapping at her clit. Lauren gave out little whimpers of pleasure each time his tongue tore across it. She was getting closer now.

Then he suddenly stopped and Lauren had to suppress a whine of dismay. "Back down on the bed," he said as he shuffled around so that he could mount her again. Lauren laid on her back and spread her legs for him again. His hard cock penetrated her thoroughly wet sex once again. This time Lauren kept her knees up but her feet resting on the bed as Ash pounded her hard and fast. Her hands once again came to rest on his biceps and she tried to leverage her hips up just enough for his cock to tear across her clit every time it moved.

It worked and Lauren finally got off, her body shuddering slightly underneath of Ash's. It was a tiny orgasm but an orgasm nonetheless. Ash was too wrapped up in fucking her to notice that she was getting off. It was another minute or two before his cock throbbed inside of her once again as his cum gushed out to flood her womb. Thank God for RadRoot, she thought as her mind then drifted towards getting a shower and some sleep after Ash had left her for the evening once his time was up.

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CHAPTER 37: Working Conditions

"Oh yes, Oh yes, Oh yes," Lauren chanted as her client, a burly miner by the name of Cameron, rhythmically pounded her from behind while holding her hair. Over the past few months of being a Maid and a Courtesan, Lauren had gotten much better at faking ecstasy. It wasn't that she hated having sex for pay. Far from it. It was just that nine times out of ten she had to take care of herself afterwards and it was usually with the other girls.

Cameron had become a regular for her as he enjoyed her petite stature compared to his massive frame. As usual, he was lost in his own little fantasy world has he kept her on all fours while fucking her as hard and deep as he could muster. Lauren's breasts bounced underneath of her so hard that she swore that if she'd been more blessed that she'd have two black eyes from how hard Cameron was plowing into her tonight. He must've gotten that bonus he'd been talking about... she thought, remembering how excited he was to have been able to pay for her for a couple of hours. She glanced at the clock and noted that he only had a little time left. The night had started out with extended foreplay and lots of making out while they were naked, culminating with her being on all fours again.

Finally, Cameron grunted, shoving his hips forward as far as they'd go. He then let out a long, slow groan as his balls emptied out into her. Likewise, Lauren let out a husky sigh, faking her own orgasm with no problem at all.

After Cameron was gone and she'd cleaned up and dressed, she saw Mike, her resident protector for the evening from the Scouts. "Another satisfied client I take it?" he grinned.

"Yeah, now ask me if there's a satisfied Maid now?" she smiled sardonically. Mike let out a harrumph of amusement and Lauren eyed him. "How come you never buy me?" she asked. They'd become something resembling friends over the course of her employment in Lincoln.

He shrugged. "I prefer my women redheaded and curvy," he admitted. "I like them with at least a D cup with a set of hips and thighs to match. More cushion for the pushin', ya know?" He grinned as he pantomimed some very suggestive hip thrusting. Then he gave her an apologetic look. "Sorry, but you just don't do it for me."

"Eh, fair enough." Lauren couldn't help but laughing at the absurdity of his actions. Then she felt warm and fuzzy inside knowing that she had such a friend who wasn't interested in getting between her legs that she could just talk to instead in such a way. "Any other clients downstairs?"

He waved a dismissive hand. "Nah, boss said that you ladies are all free to go if you don't have any overnighters."

"Alright then. Goodnight. See you tomorrow then, Mike."

"G'night, Lauren."

*

One of the problems with her clients, Lauren surmised when she was back in her apartment, was that none of them were forceful enough with her. None of them really 'took charge' in an Alpha Male sort of fashion. As much as she really hated to admit it, the only times she really got off during any kind of intercourse was when she was being thoroughly dominated. The only people who'd ever done that was Chris, her former boss whom she now refused to name even in her own head, her boss' chief of security, and that Fat Man raider who'd claimed her as a slave even if it was for a brief amount of time.

Lauren stripped down and took a quick shower, then she laid in bed staring up at the ceiling. Then she closed her eyes. One hand drifted down to her pussy where she parted her lips and started fingering herself while her other hand came up to clasp one breast. She lost herself into her long-time favorite fantasy that her former boss once robbed her of but she'd since reclaimed.

She pictured Caine on top of her, hand over her throat as he thoroughly fucked her. His steely gaze boring down into her very soul as his hips drove into her repeatedly. She'd try to get up and even fight him but he was too overpowering. He was a conquering hero who was claiming what was rightfully his. Caine would drive into her again, and again, and again as she mewed pitifully underneath of him until she finally surrendered to his whims. Then she'd picture his cock exploding deep inside of her as he had the intention of breeding her, his cock thundering endlessly between her legs.

"AH!" Lauren cried out as she reached her peak in no time at all. "Ooooohhhhhhhh...." She then moaned as her body trembled. Moments later, sated, she fell asleep.

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CHAPTER 38: A Hero Returns.

Something was up. The mood was tense in Lincoln as Lauren set upon her cleaning duties after spending the last two weeks off. The Scouts were all on edge and on high alert when she walked from her house to the Governor's Mansion. As she moved through the Mansion there were whispers and rumors of a massive movement of Raiders all around the town. Lauren tried to tune them all out as she worked.

It wasn't until evening when she was helping the other Maids serve dinner to the Bailey and assorted local politicians that she started to get the gist of what was happening. As she stood by after the meal was served, she listened intently.

"From the reports that I've seen," Governor Henry Bailey was saying at the head of the table where he sat with his wife, Sandra, "no less than twenty slaver trucks tore by us along the southern road. The Scouts I.D.ed the Corning Crusaders, the Shenandoah Minutemen, the Mississippi Marauders, and even elements from the K.C. Militia to name a few of the major players around here. They all headed some distance towards the west and it wasn't until just recently that we same some of the Crusaders and the Marauders coming back with their cages stuffed full of captured people." He explained once the meal was over.

The assembled politicians, all from Lincoln itself or from the nearby settlements that were under Lincoln's protection, were all stunned. "Where did they get them all from?" one finally spoke up to break the silence.

"I don't know at this time," Henry shook his head, wiping perspiration from his mouth and greying goatee. "Columbus and Kearney have radioed in similar activity, only their local problems were all heading eastbound towards us."

"Hastings, maybe?" another politician asked.

"How about McCool?" one woman piped up. "Anyone hear from them recently?"

The conversation then picked up as everyone tried to talk over everyone else to submit their theories. Henry finally shouted them down to silence. "Listen! As soon as I know something then you all will know something. Until then; get back to your homes and settlements and dig in. This could be a major offensive going on to counter what's going on in Colorado. Be prepared to fight and to help others if it comes down to it. That's all." With that, Henry and Sandra rose.

Lauren followed them out of the room as she'd been assigned to see to their needs after evening meal was over for today. She kept a respectful distance behind them as they walked arm in arm back to their room, each talking in hushed, worried voices about the Raider's activities.

They stopped outside of the master bedroom and Henry kissed Sandra goodnight. Lauren looked between the two of them with uncertainty until Sandra gestured to her husband. "Attend to Henry, dear, I'm turning in."

"Yes, Ma'am," Lauren gave a little curtsey, then fell into step behind Henry as he continued on to his study.

Henry looked over his shoulder at her, reading the distress that was on her face. "Worried, Lauren?"

"Is it that obvious, sir?" she asked. She managed a brave smile. "I... I just don't want to go back to the Raiders, sir. "I don't want to be a slave to them again."

"You and about everyone else in this town," he said, beckoning her forward a step. He slipped her arm around his and patted her hand in a fatherly gesture as they continued down the hall. "Don't you worry. Our Scouts are good and the Raiders know not to screw with us. On their way back home, the Crusaders gave us a wide berth which means that they're not prepared to fight us. Whatever prey they'd found out there in the wastes had to be easy and big but for the life of me I can't think of anyone who'd be out there in the middle of nowhere totally undefended." He pushed open the door to his study and they walked to his desk where he sat down at.

"It'd be nice if we had Caine still around," Lauren mused with a sad smile.

"Yes... him and any number of the vigilantes of old." Henry agreed.

"Is there anything I can do for you, sir?" Lauren asked, now concerned about her employer. She summoned up her courage before pressing on. "And I do mean; ANYthing." She really didn't relish the idea of putting out for her boss, and the idea of having sex with Mister Bailey who was three times as old as she was put her off, but she'd do it for him if it helped. After all, him and his wife both put her up in this town and got her a job. It was a fact that she was eternally grateful for and she'd do anything for them if they just asked. She'd part her legs or drop to her knees if it helped alleviate his stress.

Henry smiled back at her in a kind manner. "Thank you, Lauren, but no. I will not take any sexual favors from you. You're young enough to be my daughter... hell, you're young enough to be my granddaughter. I know that wouldn't stop some people but call me old-fashioned that way."

Before she could reply that or even show her relief at being turned down, the handheld radio came to life on Henry's desk. Henry held it up to his ear while powering up his vidscreen to see what was going on at the southern gate. Henry's composure faltered as he stared at it with incomprehension. "Oh... My God..." Henry breathed as he looked at the vidscreen intently.

"What?" Lauren couldn't help but asking. "Sir?" she pressed as Henry's mouth continued to slowly open in abject shock. "Sir? Are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost?"

"My God..." Henry was still muttering as his head began to shake in disbelief. "After all these years, the son of a bitch is still alive." His expression then became warm as he turned his head towards her and smiled. The radio crackled again and Henry immediately keyed it. "Let him in, you fools! Don't you know who that is? He'll fucking kill you in a heartbeat, much less talk to you, if you annoy him!"

"Who?" Lauren asked, now totally confused, looking at the computer screen where the perimeter guards were hastening to usher in a man in black clothes who wore a survival backpack and carried a very wicked looking rifle. "Who is that?"

He now beamed at her as he gestured to the screen, now happier than she'd ever seen him before. "It's your hero: Caine."

TO BE CONTINUED IN PART 5...