Apocalypse Slaves

"I hear ya boss." Loudmouth grumbled.

"Alright then." Leader looked towards the back of the truck to his newest recruit. "Go get 'em, Kid."

"Yes!" the youth exclaimed with glee. As he got closer Carla recognized who it was. "Oh my God, Joshua?"

"They gave me a Raider name. The name is Kid, now, you bitch." Kid sneered at her. And I get first crack at fucking that ass of yours into submission... until you beg me to stop, you fucking cunt!"

"Hmph," Carla snorted. "Now who's the traitor?"

Kid lifted her up into a frontal bear hug with the net still around her. "Fuck you! I'm part of people who will appreciate me now. And I'm gonna make you pay for that stunt you pulled back at the armory!" he leaned in and licked her face from cheek to temple, causing her to squirm in his grasp while turning her head away from him.

A shot rang out and once again everyone looked at Leader but he looked just as confused as everyone else. Except for Kid whose body jerked once from being hit. The Raiders started looking around for a sniper. Carla had turned her head back and had locked eyes with Kid, her lips curled up in a cruel smile. Three more shots rang out and Kid dropped to his knees. Carla managed to remain on her feet where she reached down to shuck the net off of her.

That was when everyone saw the smoke rising from the barrel of her pipe gun as she drew it from her thigh holster. While Kid had her arms pinned to her side, she had grabbed her gun and fired it point blank into his gut while he had her lifted up off the ground. The first person she sighted on was Loudmouth and he went down after two well placed shots to his upper chest and face. She then was looking for another target and found a raider who looked heavyset with a scraggly beard. When he breathed out "Oh Shit" she confirmed from his voice that it was Haggard. See you in hell, asshole, she thought, smiling while she pulled the trigger four times and putting an end to his life.

By this time the Raiders were either ducking behind the truck or diving for cover behind the trunks of trees. Carla tracked one such Raider moving to her left and fired, bullets cutting up the foliage and fallen leaves on the forest floor in his wake, missing him before he got to safety.

She'd been so focused on the Raiders to her left that she didn't see Leader come at her from the right. "Oof!" she grunted as Leader clocked her right behind the head at the base of her skull.

"Not bad, you might've made a decent Raider..." Leader quipped as she lost consciousness.

*

The first thing Carla noticed when she came to was that she was naked with what felt like to be shackles around her ankles and wrists, wrenched behind her back. She tried to get up to a kneeling position only to be jerked back down by the iron collar around her neck that was attached to a chain to something. There was an engine running and a slight bouncing. Shit, I'm in the back of their slave truck and I'm chained... she thought as she landed hard on metal after a particularly big bump in the road.

She blinked, taking stock of her surroundings and her initial impression was right. The back of the truck, she saw now, was a metal cage with wire mesh between the larger bars to dissuade escape attempts. Looking around, she saw that she was not the only one. Dawn was right next to her; equally naked and bound by chains. There were a few more girls, a couple of which Carla recognized from the settlement, one of which was a girl with a petite body and mousy brown hair named Jennifer. Jennifer had been Joshua's girlfriend back at the settlement. Apparently her devoted time with Joshua amounted to nothing as he probably traded the chance at being a Raider for her. I'm glad I killed the bastard... she thought morosely.

"How long was I out?" Carla asked, looking at her lover.

"Not long," Dawn said in a sullen voice. "We just now got back onto the road we'd run off of. They took enough time to strip us, feel us up a bit, and then slap the chains on and throw us back here."

"They didn't..." Carla's voice trailed off.

Dawn shook her head. "They wanted to but Leader wouldn't let them after you shot down Josh, Haggard, and Loudmouth. Said that they were saving us for auction and didn't want to chance anything. They just stripped us down, felt us up a bit, and then threw us back here." Carla noticed that tears were misting up in her eyes and she wanted to take Dawn into her arms and comfort her. Carla managed to shuffle closer and roll to her other side in order to nudge Dawn with her own forehead. Dawn gave her a weak smile but cuddled closer all the same. "I guess this is it, huh?"

"Don't be stupid." Carla said softly into Dawn's ear. "They have to get these chains off of us at some point and when they do, we're out of here. You hear me? You stay alive and you do what you have to in order to stay that way. Even if it means kotowing to some Raider scum that buys you. Got it?" Dawn gave her a slight nod. "Good," Carla said. "I'll find you after this so-called auction and then we'll be on our way."

"How? They got all of our supplies!"

"We'll get more... even if we have to fuck our way across the continent." Carla said resolutely.

*

The truck lurched to a stop, jarring all the girls back into a state of alertness from being lulled to sleep by the sound of the engine during their journey. "Come on, girlies, let's go!" one of the Raiders shouted when he opened the back gate of the truck. He used his key to unlock chains from their mounts in the floor of the truck and began pulling. "You all got a date with the auction block tonight and you don't want to be late!" he guffawed.

After the six girls in the back of the truck were out, they were all arranged in a straight line. The Raider then attached the chains to the back of the collar of the girl in front of them with the one in the first position just hanging limp. Carla was fourth in line behind Dawn but in front of Jennifer. The Raider to the limp hanging chain from the girl in front and gave it a good, hard yank to get the girls moving.

They stopped behind a stage of some sorts. Carla flicked her eyes up briefly and saw that it looked a lot more like a mass gallows than anything else. Judging by the ripples of fear and uncertainty that ran through the line, the other girls were feeling the same way. "Don't worry, cunts," the Raider who led them there said with a chuckle, "We wouldn't waste time hanging you all. Waste of good fuckmeat material. We just use the nooses to keep you all from runnin' cause if you run right off of the stage, you choke yerself!" He unhooked the leashes from the first girl, tied a cleave gag around her head to keep her quiet, threw a sack cloth over her head, and then hung a wooden sign with a giant number 1 painted in black around her neck that hung down to her stomach. He then took her by the arm and led her up onto the stage where he put the noose around her neck over the sack cloth and told her to stay put.

One by one he did the same to each girl in line. Then it was Carla's turn. After she was gagged, her world got dark as the sack cloth was thrown over her head. Then she felt the sign being hung around her own neck and felt the rough wood of the sign bounce against her belly. The Raider then tugged roughly at her arm and dragged her up onto the stage. Seconds later she shuddered as she felt the noose encircle around her neck and tighten slightly. She was tempted to run but not knowing how big the stage was exactly and not knowing the lay of the land kept her in position. She swallowed hard, mentally repeating a mantra of I can do this... I will get through this... I will survive... I will do what it takes... She wished that she could reach out and touch either Jennifer or Dawn, give each some measure of silent support.

Time passed and then she heard another truck pull up. She counted five more girls being brought up onto the stage as the Auctioneer, as she came to referring to the guy who put her up here, moved past her. More time passed and Carla got restless just standing there but she willed herself to stay standing or else if she passed out it'd be lights out... permanently. A third truck came and went, dropping off about eight girls, by Carla's estimates. Every so often Auctioneer would smack someone on the ass and admonish them for not standing up properly and saying things like "I don't want you dead, fuckmeat! You are gonna bring me some good tabs and we haven't even got to inspection yet."

Inspection, as it turned out, was a period of time as the people of wherever the hell they were came out to look at them. She heard Auctioneer call out "Alright folks! Come on up and look at our wares! Auction begins in a half hour!" So for the next hour people filed by them, all of whom reached out to pinch, prod, turn, and inspect them. Carla lost track as to how many people felt up her breasts, thighs, tummy, and ass, not to mention how many actually drove their fingers up her pussy or ass. She squirmed at first at the sudden molesting but subsided to stand virtually motionless. Dawn, Jennifer, and some of the other girls that she could hear did not as there was a constant chorus of squeals, screams, and yelps around her.

"You seem to be properly docile," a man's voice said in front of her right as a hand closed around her wet sex. "A little bit of fuzz down there but nothing that we can't take care of." Carla shuddered as the hand started playing with the tuffs of blonde curls that covered her mound. She was always sensitive whenever someone felt her up like that. "Hm, you seem to like that, don't you?" the voice asked.

Shit... Carla thought, half between her getting turned on from the fondling and not being able to do anything about it and half in recognition at the voice. Is that Confessor? The hand continued groping her and then slid a finger up inside of her pussy with the thumb grazing across her clit. "I wonder if the draped do indeed match the carpet?" he mused as he fingered her. "Yes, you really do like this," he said. Then she felt another hand on her shoulder, sliding around to the back of her neck while the hand fingering her increased in speed while Carla moaned deeply. "That's right, come for me you little slut."

"Ungh..." Carla ground out from behind her gag and hood, unable to control herself. She orgasmed almost immediately after his command and felt her legs quiver and buckle underneath of her.

"Ah, ah, ah!" Confessor said, hands darting to her armpits to keep her standing up. "Don't be doing that. I want you alive when I bid on you, Number Four." He said.

"So does that mean that you'll buy her for me, sweetie?" a woman's voice said from nearby.

"That I will dear," he said. "Come on you," Confessor then said to Carla. "Get those legs back under you now. That's a girl."

In her haze from the orgasm, Carla followed his instructions and managed to get back to standing despite her legs screaming in protest. Damn, Confessor is married and he's going to bid on me? She wondered as her thoughts came back to her. She wasn't sure what ticked her off more; the fact that Confessor wasn't such a nice guy after all by screwing women at whose settlements he raided or the fact that he was just screwing women while having a wife of his own at whatever passed for home around here.

"Come on, Judge," Auctioneer said, "Yer the last one up here and I need to start."

"Just save this one for me," Confessor... Judge... whatever the hell his name was, said.

"You can bid on her like everyone else. You know the rules."

"Why bother? You know I can outbid everyone here."

"Then do so. Now git! I gotta get started before these cunts start hangin' themselves from passing out!"

***

CHAPTER 4: Auctioned Off

"Alright people, Lot Number Four!" Auctioneer called out. Carla felt the noose being taken off of her neck a moment before her hood and cleave gag was ripped off. She blinked at the sudden brightness of the flood lights that were beating down upon her from in front of the stage to give the people in the darkened crowd beyond a good look at her bound and nude body. Auctioneer grabbed her by her upper arm and yanked her forward, causing her to stumble in the process.

She'd already endured the indignity of listening to Dawn get auctioned off and could still hear her wailing as she was dragged off by her new owner. Carla couldn't help but take a last look back at the line of girls still on the stage with Jennifer being the next one up. Jennifer's body was trembling in fright and Carla could only imagine what her face looked like underneath of the hood.

"We got this pretty little blonde here fresh from one of the so-called 'civilized' settlements just like the other three." Auctioneer was shouting. "This one, from what I've seen, is a docile little thing who should be relatively easy to train and manipulate. I think she's already accepted her fate since she's not putting up that much of a fuss."

Hmph... keep thinking that, asshole... Carla thought wryly. Just for show she put an impassive mask on her face devoid of emotion yet kept her eyes submissively downcast. In fact, keep shouting that I'm this sweet, submissive little thing like Dawn is, it'll make everyone think that I'm easy prey.

"We'll start bidding at a hundred tabs!"

Carla resisted the urge to throw an annoyed look Auctioneer's way. That's like fifty bucks under the old system. You'd figure I'd be worth more than that for being 'submissive'.

Bids were shouted out and Carla lost track of them due to the fact that Auctioneer was talking and pointing way too fast for her to keep track of. She just stood there, acting sad and somber, while the bidding was going on. Finally, a voice cut through the throng when the bidding started tapering off after the price went too high for people's taste. "Two thousand tabs!" It was Confessor's voice... Judge, according to the Raiders she'd overheard.

"Two thousand to the Judge, anyone wanna try and beat it?" Auctioneer asked. "No? Sold then to the Judge for two grand. Pay my wench and come and get your new girlie."

Carla was swung around hard to the right side of the stage into the waiting arms of a couple of Raiders who were there to catch her. As she was brought down she could hear Auctioneer moving on to Jennifer. She didn't have time to think about that now as her new 'owner' was counting out the tabs to the girl helping Auctioneer out. He then smiled at Carla, reaching up to attach a leash to her collar, giving it a good tug. "Come." He ordered her, pulling again on the leash.

It was hard to keep up with his long stride when she was hobbled by the chains connecting her ankles together at shoulder-width apart and then snaked up to attach to her wrists shackles. But she then got into a good stride and managed to keep pace with him without stumbling too much. He looked back over his shoulder as he led the way through the crowd. "You can follow orders. Good." He said.

Confessor stopped in front of a woman wearing a red miniskirt that showed off a lot of ample cleavage with a skirt high enough so that Carla could see the subtle curve of the bottom of the woman's ass. The brunette woman turned from who she was talking to, paused, then hopped up and down, squealing and clapping with glee. "Ohhh good! You bought her for me! Thank you honey!" she jumped into his arms and kissed him passionately.

"Anything for you, sweets." Confessor said. "Shall we go home and break her in?" His wife, Carla surmised, nodded eagerly, grabbing the leash and pulling on it to take the lead. "Come on, bitch!" she said with a smile.

The couple led Carla through the tight, twisting, and winding streets of whatever town or city this was. It wasn't too unlike Des Moines and she figured that it involved a protective wall and whatever shelters against the harsh sun that they could construct in whatever space they could find. She risked a glance upwards. It was dark now with only the street lights and lights from inside the various cobbled shacks and shanties. She mentally kept track of her route from the auction stage to wherever her destination lies.

They came to a cleaner, nicer part of the town and the shoved together shacks gave way to better kept streets and houses. Her new owners turned into a particular gate in which a two story house resided within a stone perimeter wall. Confessor paused long enough to close and lock the gate behind them before following Carla and his wife through the front door of the house. The wife led Carla immediately to the left into a grand, spacious living room with various plush furnishings, rugs, furs, and pillows. Off to the right, the living room fed directly into an equally grand dining room with more space than Carla even thought possible in a home.

She could only imagine what the upstairs looked like.

Wife directed her to kneel in the middle of the living room. Carla did as she was told while Wife and Confessor stood in front of her. She couldn't resist asking the question. "So what do I call you two?"

"Well son of a bitch..." Confessor mused now that he heard her voice and looked at her in a better light now. "Peaches. From that new settlement we found a few months back. Oh you'll like her, dear, she's a good fuck." He stepped forward and slapped Carla so hard across the face that Carla nearly toppled over. Her cheek burned and tears welled up from the sting. "You will speak only when spoken to and the only thing you need to call us by is Master and Mistress. Got it, slave?"

"Yes, Master." Carla said as evenly as possible, looking up at them with fire and anger in her eyes.

Master slapped her again, this time on the other cheek. "And you will keep your eyes downcast at all times unless we tell you otherwise. Got it?"

"Yes... Master," Carla replied morosely, tears of pain and shame now dripping down her burning hot cheeks as she straightened back up to her keeling position. Nonetheless, she dropped her gaze so that she was looking back down at the floor.

Master grabbed her and threw her down onto the rug, rolling her to her back in the process. Carla knew what was coming and so fixed her gaze onto a point on the vaulted ceiling while he quickly opened his fly and brought his large cock out. A second later he was driving into her so hard that she gasped and winced from pain. It was a downside to fucking Confessor... sorry... Master... now; he was larger than average. Carla squirmed uncomfortably as her pussy stretched to accommodate him.

He didn't wait for her discomfort to subside as he started fucking her nice and hard. Her hands lay at her sides, clawing for the rug and releasing as she tried to distance her mind as she'd done many times before.

Mistress came over, lifting her skirt up over her hips. She planted herself over Carla's head and lowered herself down to straddle Carla's face so that her smooth pussy was right at her slave's mouth. Her back was to her husband and she could look down into Carla's eyes. "Lick me, slave," she ordered with a cruel smile on her lips. Carla stuck her tongue out and proceeded to do just that even if it was pretty much under duress. "Mmmm, she's good at this," Mistress purred after a few moments of licking, leaning back against Master.

"I told you she'd be a good fuck," Master agreed, reaching up to cup his wife's tits and leaning in to kiss her neck. The two of them made out while he fucked Carla and she got off with Carla's oral attention. Above Carla, they went at it like two lovesick teenagers while she just lay there enduring it. Master came inside of her a few moments afterwards, spilling his seed deep into her womb. He kept his cock fully imbedded inside of Carla while it continued to throb. Occasionally Mistress would look down and demand that Carla apologize to her with her eyes. "Tell me how sorry you are with your pitiful look, you slut!" she demanded.