3 comments/ 8045 views/ 1 favorites The Desert Ch. 01 By: Hillbilly_one Before you start reading this, I would like to extend my gratitude to the person who helped me with proofing and making this story readable. So let's all give a big hand to AvixenLiterally here on Literotica. Oh, and she's also an amazing writer, so be sure to check out her stuff! * Even before he fully regained consciousness Joe knew this was going to be a shitty day. He couldn't explain why, but he just knew it. Ever since the world had started changing, a good five years ago now, there had been fewer and fewer good days. But today was going to set the bar for shittyness, at least if his headache was any indication. The world had indeed started to change - and exclusively for the worse. Water was getting more and more scarce, deserts were spreading like cockroaches and huge forest fires were killing most of the green areas. As far as he knew this was a global occurrence, but he didn't really know for sure. But in the part of the world he called his home, things were going from bad to worse quick, and no one knew what had set about the change. Some of the more spiritually inclined claimed it was the Lord's punishment for the lives of sin we were all leading, while some in the scientific community claimed ignorance. They did however theorize that it may be some sort of global warming spiraling out of control, but nobody really believed that. Joe didn't really care either way. All he knew was that people were dying left and right and the last time he had seen a functioning television, it had told him that more than two thirds of the world's population had perished under the increasingly difficult living conditions. The day before hadn't been any kind of picnic either but he was getting more used to that by the day. Life out here kind of took the weakness out of you. Not that he was complaining though; he actually like the roughness of the world as it now was. Slowly, hoping the pain in his back wouldn't actually kill him, he got out of his makeshift bed, grabbed his shotgun and put on his hat. He checked the gun, still loaded and good to go, and slung it over his back before he went to the so called kitchen to make some sort of so-called breakfast. The only thing in the cupboards was, as usual, canned beans. It really wasn't his favorite food, but it was the only thing he could find that wouldn't go bad in this damned heat. And to be honest it wasn't the worst thing he had eaten since he took to this new way of living. He opened the can and put it directly on the wooden stove. It wasn't long before the smell of burned food began to fill his little cabin, but he found it oddly soothing. Even the burned taste wasn't too bad. It gave some variation to the incredibly boring taste that was baked beans. Breakfast could best be described as dull and uneventful. The sun was already scorching in through the glassless windows. His head reminded him of why he was going to hate this day, by starting to ache like crazy. He moaned quietly. It was just his luck too. Like the constant back pain wasn't enough, here comes the dehydration headache too. Thank you God. Thank you so fucking much. At least he had the first task of the day clear - find water. He had already spent a number of days roaming the surrounding areas and was still to find any source of natural water what so ever. The little ghost town to the south had had an ample supply of bottled water when he first got here, but that was long since gone, and the water tower had been vandalized to the point of it actually falling down, crushing several large houses as it fell. He hadn't really searched the whole town, house by house yet, but he didn't think doing so would yield enough reward to compensate for the effort. Maybe after he found a good water supply, he could set out on some missions to scavenge for other things than food and drink, but right now he really, really needed to find something to drink that wasn't going to kill him or make him sick. After putting out the fire in the stove and once again checking his trusted twelve gauge, he opened what remained of the front door and set out on his mission; to find the fluid of life. He grunted a cynical laugh at the wording and set out to the west. He checked so the water pouches on his belt were secured properly, checked to see that he hadn't forgotten his knife and ammunition pouch. All was as it should be. Well, except for the world, but he would deal with that when and if opportunity presented itself. First he was going to get what was rightfully his though, and he would enjoy every last fucking second of it. He went past one small road and crossed over another. There were hardly any cars this far out of what had once been civilization, and the ones that actually were scattered around were burned, crashed or both. Not that it really mattered anyway. Even if he was to find a functioning vehicle, he had no chance of finding fuel for it out here. But he didn't really mind the walking. It was the heat and the bugs that were driving him insane. "When I find those fuckers I am going to make them pay. Oh yes, they will pay for making me walk through this fucking desert, sleeping with bugs, fighting ants for anything even remotely tasty. Oh.. I will make them suffer!" Usually, Joe wouldn't let himself get into this kind of tiresome mental rant, but today he didn't care. He was way beyond annoyed, and by the time he took his first break he was actually seething with fury. If he wasn't so short on ammunition he would have shot the poor armadillo that scuttled by him until you couldn't find any traces of it. Instead, he put the barrel of the gun to his head. It would be so easy and so quick. He wouldn't have to go another day thirsty, not walk another step through the sand and not sleep another damn night in a bed made of nothing but wooden planks. But he couldn't. He wasn't done yet. "They will get what's theirs, won't they? When we find them, yes. And I will fucking find them. One day I will find them and I will rid the world of their foul existence. Concentrate on staying alive first you idiot! Watch who you're calling an idiot... Or what? You know you can't kill me. Fuck you! And shut the fuck up!" He mumbled something inaudible under his breath. When the voices had first started arguing with him he had tried to ignore them, to kill them with silence, but that only seemed to piss them off. Instead he had tried to reason with them but that had almost gotten him killed in various ways. Now he used them as he would any other tool in his belt. He let them fuel his fire when he needed energy, he let them calm him down when he was about to do something rash and stupid and he let them take the blame for whatever deeds he did where motives may be somewhat questionable. Today, however, they seemed to be hell bent on screwing with him. He wasn't sure how he was going to deal with this new, more irritating, side of them, but he was sure he would find a way. Or, he would just have to give them what they wanted until they just shut up. When he raised his eyes towards the horizon he thought he saw the outline of a building somewhere ahead of him. He couldn't be sure of that, of course, without checking it more closely, but it seemed like a promising start. He lowered his eyes again to avoid the blowing sand, and started to walk in the general direction of the presumed building. He looked up occasionally as he walked, hoping that the whatever it was would be a bit closer, but it never seemed to be. Not until he practically walked straight into it. It was indeed a building, and it hadn't been as far away as he had first thought. In reality it couldn't have been more that a mile or so away when he first spotted it. But even now, when he was standing just a couple of feet from it, he couldn't tell what the hell it was. That it was some sort of building was quite obvious, with its walls, doors, roof and all; but what it could have been used for was a mystery. It was too small to be any sort of commercial warehouse, too big to just be a storage unit and the completely wrong shape or material to be either a store or a home. Joe decided that he didn't really care what it had been in its prime, but what mattered was what he could find inside. A quick look around the perimeter didn't reveal anything of interest and most on the windows were boarded over, rejecting any attempts to look inside. One of the doors, however, seemed to be unlocked, but blocked by something on the inside. One well placed kick made short work of whatever used to be blocking the light wooden door. Joe thought it was an odd choice for a door to such a facility, but didn't think much more of it. He led with the shotgun as he slowly walked through the doorway and entered the premises. The room he came in to was dark as night, save for the light coming in through the newly developed gaping hole in the wall where the door used to be. To his right he saw several large wooden crates stacked against the wall. He would make sure to search through them later. First though, he had to make sure he wouldn't get shot in the ass while doing so. Along the left wall there were some miscellaneous rubble and lockers all thrown in a pile. He could also see some chairs, desks, window frames and doors scattered all over the room floor. He didn't see anything useful but he would check later to be sure. He swiped the gun across the room a few times just to be sure there really wasn't anyone in there, and went towards the far end and an open doorway that seemed to lead to the next room. Slow steps, carefully avoiding any pipes and potential traps, and even slower breathing eventually got him to the opening. He looked though; nothing. Nothing obvious anyway. The light from the busted door didn't reach this far in to the building and all the windows here were boarded up. Small slivers of light were crept in through the cracks and spaces between the boards, but not enough to reveal anything of the room's contents. Joe turned on the small, battery operated flashlight at the end of his shotgun barrel. The strong, white light illuminated what must have been used as some sort of sleeping barracks quite recently. There were mattresses laid out all over the floor and in the near left corner was a bucket, stinking profoundly of human waste. One body lay across three mattresses, clearly dead. It was quite obvious since half of his skull was missing and the massive puddle of blood surrounding what remained of it. If it wouldn't have been for that fact, Joe would probably have presumed him very much alive. He was dressed in a fairly intact pair of army pants and a dark green tank top. His feet were bare but Joe suspected that whoever killed him had just ripped the boots off his feet. No one walked around here barefoot and lived long enough to get his head blown off. A quick search of the man's pockets revealed nothing useful. A couple of coins were confiscated, the broken watch was not. Other than that the man was of no use and Joe left him where he was. The next room contained nothing but a staircase leading to the second floor, and a stack of dirty towels, linens and clothes in a corner. He took the stairs up to the next floor, still leading with the shotgun, ready to obliterate anything that might show up in front of it. Nothing did. The upstairs was surprisingly clean when considering what he'd seen on the ground floor. There was no trash thrown around, no rubble piling up along the walls and, thankfully, no crap buckets or dead people. "Thank heaven for small favours, huh? Maybe.. The day isn't over yet. Shut up..." Joe didn't waste much time searching through the upper floor. The windows up here weren't boarded up, so the sun shone brightly through the open frames, revealing everything and hiding only the shadows. There was nothing of interest. The only thing even remotely worth searching up here was a big gym locker that lay beneath one of the windows in the last room. Joe approached it cautiously, never letting the shotgun barrel leave the target. The lock on the locker door looked was newer that most he'd seen, but it was still pretty shitty. One well placed kick from his army boots and it was gone. He reached for it with one hand and kept the gun steady with the other. A quick snap of the wrist and the locker's lid flew open. He stared right in to the face of a beautiful, young woman; although she had seen better days than the one she must have had prior to Joe showing up. She stared up at him with terror in her eyes and her nostrils flaring. Her dirty blonde hair clung to her face and made her look even more pathetic. A bit surprised, Joe stood up and let the gun hang at his side. What was he going to do now? He couldn't kill the poor woman. Sure, he had killed people, even women, before, but this poor girl was bound, terrified, unarmed and naked. He had no reason to kill her. He thought about leaving her where she was, but he couldn't do that either. She hadn't climbed into that locker on her own, bound and gagged, and whoever put her there would either be back to use her some more, or had left her there to die a slow, gruesome death. With a loud sigh he reached down and lifted the gorgeous woman from her prison. He tried to get her to stand but the bindings on her ankles and the loss of strength in her legs, after lying on them for god knows how long, made that impossible. So instead he took her over his shoulder and carried her downstairs and put her down gently in the stairwell. He then fetched a mattress from the adjoining room and put her, very gently, down on it. He thought about raping her. It shamed him to admit it, but he did. She was absolutely breathtakingly beautiful, she had no way to either resist or escape and he hadn't been with a woman since... "Since my Grace died, I know. Hey man.. I didn't say a thing.. I heard you thinking it. That's because I'm in your head, moron. Go away...." He hadn't been with a woman since his Grace died. But that didn't excuse raping this innocent girl, nor would Graces' memory allow him to do it. Instead he leaned down over her and removed her gag. She looked at him, puzzled and scared, but didn't try to speak, scream or cry. She was stoic in her captivity and seemed to take pride in not giving in to terror. Joe guessed she'd had lot of practice. With his knife he made short work of the ropes around her wrists and ankles and she was free. She still couldn't really use her legs very much, and her hand were numb from this tight ropes, so she just lay there, looking up at him with those pretty green eyes of hers. He didn't quite understand where the impulse came from, but he leaned down and kissed her on the lips. She didn't resist, but made no effort to respond. "Can you walk?" His voice was warm and caring, but very matter of fact. "I can't really carry you in this heat I'm afraid. But if you need to rest, stretch and get your movement back, I'll keep you company if you'd like." She looked at him, now more puzzled than afraid. He thought that was at least a step in the right direction. He wouldn't push the issue further, but would let her take the lead on her recovery. He would, however, stay and make sure no one came to make use of her while she gathered herself. "If you just stay here, I will find you some clothes." He looked at her to see if what he said had registered. She nodded slowly. "I'll just be in the next room for a minute or two. Stay here and I will bring the clothes to you." Joe hurried as best he could to gather the clothes off the dead man in the next room. It was no pleasant task, but he supposed he had done worst in the past. Nothing he liked to think about very much, and nothing he was going to think about right now. He removed the tank top and pants without too much of a problem, but he wasn't about to leave this, soon to be rotting, corpse laying there for the poor girl to see when they left. Instead he brought the stiff body over to the pile of rubble and buried it as best he could. It wouldn't keep him from rotting or getting eaten by the local wildlife, but at least he would be out of sight. Joe went back to the stairwells and just handed the clothes to the naked woman. She grabbed them hungrily and started putting them on while Joe left the room and went towards the exit. He wasn't leaving, but rather searching through the crates stacked in the first room. Most of them were full of absolutely nothing, but he did find a good number of water bottles; at least twenty. How he was going to get them all back to the house he didn't really know, but he would just have to find a way. He started by placing them all in neat and tidy rows on the floor. Then he took them one by one and emptied them into his water pouches until they were filled. Eight bottles left. He could get three of them in his pants pockets but the last five were impossible for him to carry. "I'm Jackie." The woman had come through the door and stood behind him. "Thank you for getting me out of that damn hellhole." Joe turned around on a dime, looking at the young woman in utter shock. Now that she was up and walking, and clothed, she was if possible even more beautiful. She stood a good five foot eight and couldn't weigh any more than 130 pounds. He couldn't draw his eyes from her beautiful face, the swelling of her breasts, the rounding of her hips and her tender, bare feet. She was truly stunning. She saw him gawking at her and couldn't help but smile. He wasn't bad looking himself. A little rough around the edges, maybe not the picture perfect man, but definitely not ugly. "Jackie, huh? Name fits you good." He smiled at her and extended his hand. "It's good to meet you ma'am." "Ma'am? Really?" She cocked an eyebrow and looked at him with an unmistakable frown. "Do I look old enough to be 'Ma'am' to you?" "Well, ma'am..." He smiled a sly smile and winked. "You look like a woman, and women should be talked to with the same respect as anyone else. Just as I would call a young man 'sir' I will call a young woman 'ma'am'. Quite simple, no?" She couldn't really find any good arguments to debate that, but she wasn't quite ready to give in just yet. So instead of accepting defeat she strode up to him and stood close enough so he could feel her breath on his face. Then she smiled. "Personally, I would rather you just called me Jackie, or if you have to throw titles around, how about Miss?" "I could probably live with that... ma'am.." He winked at her and ducked out of the way of her exaggeratedly slow slap. He could hear that her throat was both dry and sore, so he handed her a bottle of the water he just found and told her not to drink it too fast, lest it would just come back up again, especially since he suspected that her captors hadn't fed her in a while. She drank greedily, but paced herself when she felt her stomach screaming and rumbling as the unfamiliar liquid drenched it. She had never been this thirsty in her life, and at the same time, she really didn't want to drink any more. Joe stuck the last four bottles in the various pockets of Jackie's pants and couldn't help but laugh when the added weight forced them to the floor. She blushed and frowned at him, but she couldn't really be angry. After all, this man had already seen her naked, had a chance to violate her as he saw fit, and he had not done so. She figured that earned him both respect and trust; she would cut him some slack about making fun of her. So instead of frowning at him she joined him in his laughter and, before he could react, snatched a piece of rope from his belt and used it as a belt of her own. She was really going to have to find a pair of pants that weren't made for a man of 190 pounds. The tank top however fit pretty well, to no small part thanks to her ample breasts. The Desert Ch. 02 Before you start reading this, I would like to extend my gratitude to the person who helped me with editing and making this story readable. So let's all give a big hand to AVixenLiterally here on Literotica. Oh, and she's also an amazing writer, so be sure to check out her stuff! * "Jackie, let him go!" It was way too early in the morning for this shit. At least Joe thought it was morning. Being awakened like this always had a quite disorienting effect on him. Not that it mattered. What mattered was that he had been just about to make love to his beloved wife when the commotion outside had awakened him. Now he stood in the doorway, dressed in only his uniform pants and with a throbbing boner, looking at Jackie trying to choke the life out of a young man. He looked no more than eighteen, twenty at the most, and was dressed only in dirty rags and worn out shoes. Jackie was going to kill him; he could hear it in the way she growled with practically every breath. The boy had done something that made her mad and she was obviously out for blood. She ignored Joe's command and continued to apply pressure to the boy's windpipe. He was still actively resisting, so he wasn't dying, but Joe knew it wouldn't be too long. He raised his voice and used the most authoritative tone he could, learned in the academy a lifetime ago. "Let him go. Now!" He emphasized every word with a step forward and, when finished, he drew and mantled his shotgun. Jackie froze and let the boy drop to the ground. He clutched his throat, trying to remember how to breathe. She looked up at Joe with wide eyes and a shocked expression on her face. "You would shoot me... Over him?" Her voice was full of shock and disbelief. "Really?" Joe smiled at her. "No, this is in case he tries to run." He pointed at the boy and told him to stay put. Then he pointed at Jackie. "You, over here!" She hustled over to him. He pointed at the ground next to him and she knelt. The ground was hard on her knees, even through the army pants, but this was not the time to complain about such things. She knew Joe was already quite annoyed with her. "What did he do?" Joe's voice was cold, intentionally. "He molested me!" Jackie almost shouted - but managed to control herself and kept it to a mere yelp. "And he tried to steal my stuff!" Joe looked down at her, then over to the boy. The poor kid was still trying to get his breathing back to normal. There was no way that this scrawny little boy had molested Jackie, not in any way she couldn't have handled without killing him. "Jackie... tell me what actually happened." Joe's voice was calm but his tone was demanding and it was obvious he was not interested in any bullshit. "He grabbed my ass." Jackie spoke, her voice low, a near whisper. She had overreacted, knew it and now she was ashamed. "Break his arm." Joe's voice was calm but the tone was so cold and emotionless it sent chills down Jackie's spine. "What?" Jackie and the young boy spoke in perfect unison. "You wanted to kill him a minute ago. Breaking his arm seems like a fair compromise for molesting you." Jackie stared at him in shock and total disbelief. Was he serious? Did he really expect her to just break the boy's arm, just like that? She looked up at Joe and tried to speak but words failed her. Instead she just let her mouth hang open and shook her head slowly. "So are you saying that you don't want to kill him or even break his arm?" Joe was talking in a much more humorous tone now. Jackie realized he was teaching her a lesson, at this boy's expense. "What's it going to be? Did he molest you or not? If he did I will shoot him, right now, without hesitation. Just say the word." Joe raised the shotgun and pointed it at the young boy's head. He actually pissed himself upon seeing the gigantic barrel pointed towards him. Jackie nearly rose to her feet but stopped herself and remained kneeling, despite the increasing pain. "Don't! Please..." she cried out and saw the smile as it spread on his face. "That's what I thought." Joe lowered the shotgun and heard the audible sigh of relief from the boy. "Why don't you tell me what actually happened?" Jackie told him that she had gotten up to check on the water collector and found an intruder trying to empty it. When she approached he was startled and, as he quickly turned towards her, his hands grazed over her ass. The touch had sent her mind into overdrive and when she had pinned him to the ground she felt a hand pressing into her tits, which she was not happy about. "That's about when you came out, Sir." Her voice was strong and very matter of fact. "I apologize for waking you, Sir." Joe looked at her with a knowing smirk on his face. He just loved the way this woman could change from raging homicidal maniac to loving, caring girlfriend and then to horny, teasing slut, all in the course of a few seconds. She saw his smirk and tried her best to frown at him but failed miserably. There just wasn't any anger left in her, and what she now felt made her want to rip off his pants and have a long, drawn out session with his dick. But she wasn't about to let him know that. Instead, what she did was to bend down and kiss his boots. She hoped that this act of submission would be enough to get her out of whatever trouble she was in, but deep down she knew it wouldn't help her much. It did, however, draw a big smile from him; in her own way she felt it was a small victory. "So..." Joe tried his best to sound upset with her. "You tried to kill a man for touching your stuff, and when questioned about it you lied, making up a story about being molested? Is that about right?" She knew there was no way she would win this argument so she figured her best option was to play along and just be honest. "Yes Sir," her voice now small and fragile. "You know how I get about my things. And then, when I felt his hands on me... I just snapped. You know... I didn't really want to want to kill him." Joe smiled at her and then turned to the boy, who was still sitting on the ground where Jackie had left him. He was a mess but that wasn't really surprising, considering what he'd been through in the last few minutes. "You, what's your name, son?" Joe's tone was now calm and friendly. "Stephen, Sir... I'm Stephen..." The poor boy was still terrified, but tried putting on a brave face. "I wasn't trying to steal anything. I'm just so thirsty. I've been lost in this damn desert for a few days now and drank the last of my water yesterday. I'm not a thief! Honest!" There was something about this boy that made Joe a little uneasy but he shook it off, ascribing it to the stressful events of the morning. He took a bottle of water from his belt and threw it over to the boy, who greedily started gulping down the clean, somewhat fresh liquid. An idea popped into Joe's head just then. He wasn't sure if it was a good one, but it would be amusing at least. And it would hopefully teach Jackie a lesson. "How would you like to have this lovely woman treat you to a blow job?" His voice was still calm and friendly, but with a slightly humorous undertone. Jackie's head snapped towards him so fast he thought she'd get whiplashed. The look on her face was something between shock and disbelief, but her eyes were ablaze with both lust and curiosity. She really didn't want to get the dirty boy's cock in her mouth, but if Joe told her to, she knew she would do it. Not out of fear or because she had to but, for a reason she couldn't fully understand, she wanted to please him. The look on Stephen's face wasn't much different than Jackie's. He couldn't make out if the big man with the big gun was trying to set him up for some sort of joke, or if he actually intended to let the beautiful blonde girl go down on him. After a short struggle with himself, he decided to believe the latter and just nodded slowly. "Well then..." Joe looked down to Jackie, who had her best puppy dog eyes on him, and just smiled. "I think you owe our guest and apology. Don't you?" She didn't want to, but she silently agreed with him as she nodded her head slowly and looked down in shame. Her whole face was dark red and she could feel the burning in her cheeks. Without being told she started to crawl towards the young boy. Once she got to him he quickly undid his dirty, soaked pants and freed his hard, member. It wasn't the biggest she'd seen, but it wasn't shamefully small either. She actually thought she might enjoy having it in her, should Joe let her have the pleasure. With tentative hands she started to slowly rub his cock while she had her tongue taste the head of it. She cringed a bit as she tasted the remnants of his little accident, but she stuck with it, secretly enjoying the added shame of licking his urine from his flesh. She didn't enjoy tasting him like she had hoped she would, though she wrote it off as just being nervous. Then, suddenly and completely, she devoured him. In one quick motion she took all of him all the way down her throat and held her face to his belly. Though she started to gag around his cock from not being able to breathe she held firm for almost a minute before she lifted her head, took a couple of breaths and descended onto him again. He wasn't able to hold on for very long before he filled her mouth with his load and gave a loud grunt as he did so. After swallowing as much as she could she licked him clean and turned around to look at Joe putting a brave smile on her face. "Good girl!" Joe couldn't help but be surprised at the sad look on her face but he let it go, thinking she was just ashamed of what she'd done. "You've done very well and I'm very proud of you. Now you can go back to your day as you please." Jackie thought it over for a few seconds, and the started to crawl back towards Joe, who looked at her with a puzzled look on his face. It wasn't until she knelt in front of him and started to undo his pants that he understood what she was doing. He smiled at her and she beamed with pride when she saw it. "I wouldn't be a very good girl if I didn't take care of my man too, now would I?" Her voice was husky with desire, the earlier events already but a faint memory, and her eyes glazed over when she freed his rock hard erection from his pants. "Now I do believe this requires some special attention." She put her hands behind her back as her lips closed around him. She looked up at him with pleading eyes, and he, understanding perfectly well what she wanted, grabbed a handful of her hair and roughly drove himself all the way down her throat. If not for the fact that she had already had her throat violated by a massive chunk of flesh a couple of minutes ago this probably would have caused her to gag or cough; she took all of him without any trouble. Joe didn't want this to be anything else than just a nice, pleasurable moment. He wasn't punishing her or trying to make a point; he had already done that. This was her, willingly giving him what they both wanted and he was truly enjoying every second of it and, judging by the look in her eyes, so was she. As he felt her starting to massage his cock by swallowing while it was buried in her throat, he slowly started to withdraw from her. He let her get a couple of breaths in before he once again started to bury himself in her mouth and throat. This time he didn't stay in once he bottomed out but began to slowly and methodically fuck her mouth. This was all about pleasure and there was no feeling in the world quite like having a beautiful woman on her knees serving you. Joe wasn't able to last very long once he let his eyes lower to the woman in front of him. Just the way she sat, hands on her back, eyes looking up at him, she was the most beautiful thing in the world to him. He would love this woman someday, he was sure of that. Now, however, he was way too far along in his pleasure to think about anything but the orgasm he was about to have. Just as he was about to comment on what an excellent cocksucker she was, he felt the telltale signs letting him know he had reached the point of no return. Once again he pulled her face all the way down to his stomach as his body tensed and he shot his load directly down her throat. She didn't struggle, didn't try to pull off, even though she was in desperate need of air. She was confident he wasn't going to let her actually choke to death though, lost as he was in his own bliss, he forgot about her for a moment. It was only when she smacked his legs with her hands that he roused from his 'coma,' quickly pulling his softening member from her mouth. She gasped for air and doubled over in a coughing pile on the ground in front of him. He felt terribly guilty at having almost killed her with his desire and was just about to kneel down beside her when she forced herself to lift her head towards him and smile. "Thank... you... Sir..." she said between gasps and coughs. "That was seriously..." She thought about it for a moment and found the right word "exhilarating!" Joe looked at her in complete surprise and it must have shown, because she smiled her warmest smile at him and shuffled back on her knees. She took his hands in her own and kissed them tenderly and thanked him again. He wasn't really sure what it was that she was thanking him for but guessed she would explain it to him eventually, once she had calmed down a bit and thought it through. "You've been a very, very good girl, Jackie." The pride in his voice was unmistakable and she practically glowed with joy as he spoke. "I think you deserve a reward. But it will have to wait until I come up with one worthy of your performance. Is that okay with you?" All she could do was nod frantically as she rose to her feet and kissed him passionately. She didn't quite understand all of what was going on inside her but she was sure that Joe would be able to guide her through it. That thought sent a slight shiver of anticipation through her body and she couldn't help but kiss him again before quickly running off into the house to get cleaned up a little. Joe watched her as she walked toward the cabin and was mesmerized by her beautiful, swaying ass. He would never tire of looking at it, or at least he hoped not. It was a thing of beauty and perfection, and the fact that he could play with it whenever he wanted... well, that was just too good to be true; yet it was actually true. He shook his head, trying to clear the naughtiness out of it, and glanced over at Stephen who, having tucked himself away, was looking around at their campsite. "Where are you headed?" Joe spoke in a friendly voice, but caution and wariness lay just underneath. "I'm afraid we can't take you in here. We just don't have the supplies or the space. But I guess I could fix you up some cooked beans if you're hungry." Stephen had a look of deep gratitude on his face as he nodded his acceptance. He walked over to Joe and shook his hand firmly before they both went into the cabin and sat down by the small table. When they entered, Jackie was just finishing up gathering all the water she had used to wash herself, collecting it in a big jar. She was going to pour it in the water purifier later in the hope that it would become clean, drinkable water again when she was done. They could hardly afford to waste any water, so she had built the purifier to allow them to wash themselves without depleting the water supplies. She also intended to use it to purify their urine but she hadn't told Joe that part yet since the process wasn't completely perfected. Once she had it perfected, she would tell him, after she had tasted the 'finished product'. As she finished up, Joe started preparing their breakfast while he carefully questioned Stephen about where he came from, where he was going, and anything else he could think to ask. Everything about this boy seemed to be kosher but Joe still couldn't shake the feeling that something was a bit off. Maybe it was that ever-present smile on his lips, although that could be from having just received what was probably the best blow job of his life. Or maybe it was the way his eyes were always moving around, never staying in place for more than a few seconds. It could also be the way his legs were almost constantly shaking, or the way he continued to brush some imagined strand of hair out of his face. Whatever it was, something about him just didn't sit right with Joe. "He's crazy, you know... You can see it in his eyes. He's not crazy. Maybe a little high strung, but who wouldn't be after wandering this fucking desert without water? Look at the way he's checking out your gun man! And those eyes... crazy eyes! Just shut up." But the little annoying voice in his head had been right. Stephen was glancing at his shotgun every chance he got. What Joe had first thought of as an inability to keep focused on one thing for any period of time was actually an attempt to check out the gun without drawing attention. Joe decided not to do anything just yet. He didn't want to jump to conclusions or hurt anybody unnecessarily. Jackie came back into the cabin after starting the purification process. She could smell the all too familiar aroma of beans being burned on the wooden stove, and she reminded herself that they would have to go to the nearby (if you can call a two day hike through the desert nearby) town and find some other source of food. Anything would be preferable to eating burned baked beans ever single day; morning, noon and night. If she had to stand those damn beans much longer she was sure she would have a mental breakdown. Just as Joe was taking the beans out of the stove, Steven suddenly rose from his chair and lunged for the shotgun. He was quicker than he looked and even though Joe was more or less expecting something, he had his hands full and was unable to react quickly enough. The slender youngster dove over the table, knocking down a couple of plates and mugs, and was just about to get his hands on the prize when one of Jackie's boots made contact with his ribcage. The loud thud was quickly followed by an even louder scream as the boy fell to the side, his arms still reaching for the gun. Jackie had kicked it out of reach and was now standing over him, ready to kick him again should he be dumb enough to try anything else. He was, indeed, dumb enough. Even though his position left him at quite a disadvantage, Stephen made another go for the gun. He crawled, reaching with his arms and paddling with his feet, only to be 'rewarded' with another hard impact from one of Jackie's boots. This time she just planted her foot hard on his back, causing him to collapse and give a long, drawn out sigh as the air left his lungs. By now Joe had put the food down and walked over to pick up his gun. He was sure Jackie could keep the boy under control, so he made sure to secure the weapon and survey probable escape routes. When it didn't seem like Stephen would go for a third attempt, he put the gun on the bed and went over and picked him up by his collar. Jackie stood back a bit, thought about getting the gun to be able to assist in case there was trouble but decided against it. There was a good reason why she hadn't picked it up the first time around. Joe was very possessive of that gun, not unlike she was about her contraptions, and he would not like for her to be wielding it. Instead she drew her knife and took a position a few feet away from the two men. Stephen must have realized the battle was lost, because he didn't struggle as Joe lifted him by the collar of his shirt and slammed him down on the floor, tying his hands behind his back with a small length of torn cloth. Once the boy's hands had been secured his ankles received the same treatment. Joe rolled him over on his back and stood over him. The Desert Ch. 02 "Why?" Joe's voice was as cold as a polar bear's asshole and left no doubt about what he meant. Stephen snarled at him and gave a short, disturbing laugh. "I was sent for the whore." Jackie's face went white as a ghost and she had to steady herself on a chair to keep from stumbling. She had thought that they forgotten about her by now. It had been over two weeks since Joe took her from that awful place and when no one came for her that first week, she thought they had just moved on and left her. Obviously she had been mistaken. Her heart was beating a mile a minute and she could feel her throat closing up as it became increasingly difficult to breathe. Joe looked over at her, greatly concerned about this turn of events. He didn't want to worry her but, after seeing her face he wasn't sure anything he might say could make it worse. He had lived with a woman long enough to know better than to actually test that theory and kept quiet. Instead he turned his attention to their new prisoner, who had somehow managed to sit up and was looking at Jackie. "You can't run away from them! Wherever you go, they will find you and bring you back! They own you!" Joe shut the boy up by giving him a kick in the ribs, hard but not one that would cause any real damage. He was still going over the alternatives in his head. Somehow they had to get rid of this boy while making a very clear statement to his gang that there was nothing to be gained from bothering them again. He looked over at Jackie, who was beginning to get her senses back. "What do you think we should do with him?" Joe's voice revealed great concern but the cold determination underneath removed any doubt he would do what was necessary to keep them safe. Jackie looked back at him, surprised at being asked for her opinion on the matter. "I don't know," she said truthfully. "Sending him back would get him killed but they'll just send someone else eventually. Killing him could buy us a couple of days before they figured out something was wrong, but they would probably send more people next time. So unless we go hunt them down, I don't know if we have many viable options." They stood in silence, pondering their options and listening to the manic cackle that was supposed to be a laugh coming from Stephen. Even though he sat bound and immobile on the floor, just the sound of that laugh was enough to scare Jackie. He was clearly not of sound mind. She shuddered at the thought what might have happened if Joe hadn't come when he did this morning. After giving the matter serious thought, and because he was getting tired of hearing the high pitched cackle coming from the bound boy on the floor, Joe decided on a course of action. He lifted the boy up, threw him out onto the hard sand outside the cabin and motioned for Jackie to go after him. She hesitated slightly, not really wanting to be that close to the cackling maniac, but did as she was bid and went through the door. Joe followed them out and untied the boy's feet. He then told him to go back to wherever it was he came from and tell them that any future attempts wouldn't end so peacefully. Not that he thought the threat would do any good, but at least it would buy them a day or two, and he wouldn't have to waste any ammunition by shooting this idiot. Stephen started to stumble away from their camp. Joe looked over at Jackie who had a puzzled look on her face. He smiled and nodded at her but he was pretty sure she wasn't buying his calm and confident act. They both kept their thoughts to themselves as they waited for the boy to get out of sight, then they went back inside and sat down at the table to have breakfast. "You know they'll be back right?" Jackie spoke calmly in spite of the fear in her heart. "A little empty threat won't scare them off. I've seen what they do to people Joe and it's not pretty." "I know they'll be back." He tried to sound as confident as he could even though he felt nothing like it. "We won't be here when they return." The look on Jackie's face as she heard his last few words almost made him choke on his mouthful of beans. Her eyes were bigger than the plates they were eating from and her mouth hung wide open. If it wasn't for the fact that he was coughing up beans, he would have had a hard time keeping from laughing. Eventually he got himself under control and thought he'd offer up some further explanation. "We've been holed up here for far too long already anyway. It's time to get moving again and see if we can't find somewhere a bit more hospitable to settle down, together. Besides, this place is way too small for the two of us." As he spoke, Jackie collected herself enough to see the truth in what he was saying. Moving on was the smartest thing they could do at this point. Even if they wouldn't have anyone after them he was right. This place wasn't really an ideal place to settle down and build a life. Even if she managed to get some sort of water supply, their food supply was depleting and they would have to go looking for more soon. Reason enough, they decided, to follow it and see where it might lead them. * Author's note: Any and all comments made in this story by its characters are the opinions of those characters and not to be taken seriously in any way shape or form. Also. This is not my first rodeo, but it is, however, my first story published in English. Comments, feedback and stars will be greatly appreciated. Thank you! The Desert Ch. 03 Before you start reading this, I would like to extend my gratitude to the person who helped me with editing and making this story readable. So let's all give a big hand to AVixenLiterally here on Literotica. Oh, and she's also an amazing writer, so be sure to check out her stuff! * Two days later they moved out in the relative cover of darkness. Jackie had made them a couple of backpacks from their old bed linen and a few old army jackets she'd found; they were now filled with water, canned food and as much firewood they could carry. Jackie had finished her crossbow the night before and it hung from from her belt. She hadn't been able to make any bolts for it yet, but she figured she could do that while they were moving; if she only found some trees, or some kind of suitable metal. Other than that, all she had taken with her was the water purifier and her knife. She had wanted to bring the water collector as well, but Joe had convinced her that it was too heavy, too bulky and they wouldn't be staying in place long enough for it to be effective. She had reluctantly agreed, but not without a fair amount of sulking and a few ill placed remarks; which had earned her a good spanking in the end. Joe had chosen not to bring anything with him, apart from his gun and all the ammunition he had, which wasn't very much. Other than that, there was really nothing in the cabin he couldn't live without, and he didn't feel like carrying a lot of extra weight for nothing. He had agreed to take Jackie's purifier; it didn't weigh all that much and she had enough to carry. She had refused his offer to pack her backpack lighter that his, stating that she wanted to be useful and not only something to warm his bed. To her credit, she hadn't whined or complained once since they started walking, about four days ago. They found themselves on a large, four lane road. There were no signs to give them an idea where it might lead; nor vehicles, which might indicate proximity to nearby settlements. The road was a lot easier to walk on than the loose sand, so for that reason alone they decided to follow it and see where it might lead them. It was Joe, surprisingly enough, who requested the first break of the day. The sun was on its way down over the dunes now but the air was still vibrating with the heat from the day. They had only been on the go for about two hours this day, but the heat made the walking a real pain. Joe was not really happy about having to be the first one to call it quits, but he really had to sit down for a while. They found a small cluster of stones on the side of the road and sat down on them, letting their backpacks fall to the ground beside them, giving their tired back some welcome relief. "You getting tired already, old man?" Jackie was just cracking wise with him, and panted heavily as she did. "I have to rest up so I can give you the spanking you deserve, don't I?" Joe smiled wickedly and winked at her. "Well..." She put on her thinking face. "I think I've been a good girl..." She batted her eyelashes at him. "Besides, my butt just stopped hurting from the last spanking I got." Jackie sexily lowered her pants to just below her buttocks and bent forward slightly. While she stood there, bent over and legs slightly parted, she looked back at him and rubbed her ass with one hand. Joe could only look at her with his desire growing and not completely hidden by his pants. He was not going to use his strength to spank her right now, nor was he going to fuck her, although God knows he wanted to. He did have another idea though. One that would be almost as much fun for him - and a lot more humiliating for her. "If you're going to have your ass on display like that out in the open you might as well take those pants off completely." The tone of his voice left no room for mistaking his statement as a request. Jackie was slightly worried but obeyed. Soon she was standing in front of him naked from the waist down and blushing like a schoolgirl caught making out in the bathroom. Joe took in the wonderful picture that she was, looking her up and down with hungry eyes. "Do you have another top than that one?" Joe's question caught her slightly off guard and she wasn't sure why he asked. But she nodded her head slowly, suddenly glad she had remembered to pack what little clothes she had before they left. As she was still contemplating the meaning of his question, Joe grabbed the knife from her belt and quickly cut two large holes in her top, allowing both her breasts to jump out of their hiding place. She wasn't quite sure which was worse, not wearing any pants, or wearing a top that covered absolutely nothing. "There.. Now you look perfect." There was no mockery or irony in Joe's voice. He meant what he said, and that made Jackie blush even more. "Let's go. We can't be sitting around here all night." "But... But... I can't go like this!" Jackie was suddenly very selfconscious. "What if someone sees me?!" Joe just smiled at her as he picked up his backpack and flung it on his back. "Don't worry love. I won't let anything happened to you, you know that, right?" She did know that and she did trust him. But the thought of walking out in the open, almost completely naked, still scared her a bit. She knew all too well what kind of people were out there and what they would do if they got their hands on her. Truth be told, they probably would do the same whether she wore clothes or not, so in the end the only thing that stood in the way of her enjoying the light breeze on her exposed flesh was her own prudence; or what little of it there was left. Joe helped her with her backpack and kissed her deeply before they got going again. He made sure to walk a couple of steps behind her, allowing him to see her beautiful, round ass wiggle with every step she took. They walked for another couple of hours before it was time to set up camp for dinner. Joe had a somewhat evil thought as he told his companion to stop and walked up to her. He couldn't hide the grin on his face and when she saw it she couldn't help but get nervous. Nothing good had ever come from that grin. Nothing good for her that is. "I know you're dying to get something in you right now, right?" The mocking and teasing tone in his voice was back, and as she nodded in agreement she saw his grin grow wider. "Very well then. Stand still here and spread your legs." She did as he told her, and there was no denying the effect walking just short of naked in the desert had on her. She could feel her juices running slowly down her thighs and every time the breeze flowed through between her legs, she felt the cool on her wet mound. She loved the feeling and, now that she'd gotten a little accustomed to the whole thing, she was actually enjoying her very public display. As she stood, legs spread and burning up with anticipation, she felt Joe coming up behind her. She braced herself for what she knew was coming next; when she felt the tip of his cock at her entrance, she gave a long, loud moan of pleasure. She wanted him to do her hard, to just grab her hips and have his way with her, out in the open for all the world to see. When his thrusts never became more than a slow, steady rocking motion, she started to throw herself back at him, desperate to get what she needed. But just as the climax she so desperately wanted took her, he withdrew from her and forced her to her knees. Before she really knew what was happening, she was on her knees with his rock hard erection in her mouth, trying desperately to swallow all the seed he pumped into her. Once he had emptied himself, he withdrew from her completely and tucked himself away before helping her back to her feet. All she could think to do was to look at him, her big, lovely eyes pleading for some release. Joe grinned as he kissed her on the cheek, kicked her legs apart just a little and produced a substantial length of rope from his backpack. He smiled at the confused look on her face as he began to run the rope between her wet thighs. She moaned, begging him to finish what he had started. "Now, now, little girl..." His voice was so sweet and condescending she almost wanted to throw up. She knew it was but an act, something he did to give her what he knew she lusted for. "You will get what you need, and want, and then I will fuck you. But you will have to wait until we camp for the night. Understood?" She nodded and hung her head in defeat, cheeks blushing and tears looming at the corners of her eyes. Why did she enjoy it so much when he was being mean to her? Or was he being mean to her? Didn't she really want him to do this? And if she did, wasn't he actually being nice to her -- giving her what she wanted? She shook her head violently to try and clear it. Joe stopped dead in his tracks and looked up at her, weary and unsure if he should continue. He gave her a questioning look, silently asking her if she wanted him to go on. Much to her surprise, she smiled and him, leaned in and kissed him deeply and nodded. When Joe finally finished with his rope work, Jackie took a few tentative steps. She was surprised, both at how good it felt and how comfortable the rope was against her naked skin. She looked to see what it was he had done to her and looked up at him with a big, hungry smile on her face. What Joe had done was to have one thick strand of the rope run between her legs, buried between her labia, and tied it off around her waist. It was a rope thong, more or less, but with the one big difference - he had placed a big, fat knot right on her precious pearl. With every step she took, the knot would rub against her most sensitive spot, sending shivers of pleasure from her pussy, all the way through her body. She hated him, and she loved him for it. He looked at his girl with pride on his face and, when she met his gaze, he could see the pleasure on hers. It wasn't going to be an easy walk for her the rest of the night, and they were going to have to go rather slow, but it would all be worth it when it was time to make camp. She was going to be a quivering mess of built up tension and unreleased desire, and he was going to make her beg before he would let her have her precious release. But before any more walking was done, they had to rest for a while and have something to eat. After the meal, baked beans as usual, Joe started to erase the evidence of their camp fire while Jackie packed and checked their backpacks. She still hadn't quite gotten used to the crotch rope, but she kind of liked how it teased her. The way Joe had fitted the knot, having it tight enough to stay in place but not so tight that it would rub her raw, she knew she would not be able to come from it, but it would keep her at a peak of excitement. She shivered thinking of what the sex was going to be like once they made camp. Once everything was ready, Joe helped his girl get her backpack on and then put on his own. Then, almost as an afterthought, he took two shorter pieces of rope and quickly tied her hand to her waist. Now she was all but naked, constantly being teased and, on top of that, unable to utilize her arms. She gave him a bit of a frightened look. "We wouldn't want you to cheat now, would we?" he said, a small giggle barely contained. When she still had the same look on her face, he instantly became more serious. "What's wrong, sweetie? You know I'm just teasing you, right?" "I know, that's not what I'm worried about." The tone of voice was indeed scared and he could see genuine fear in her eyes. "But.. what if something happens while I'm tied like this? You know... what if they come and I can't fight back?" She was almost crying. Joe pulled her to him, hugged her and kissed her forehead. "If I just have my arms free I can at least do something.. I can fight back.." Joe just held her tight for a while until she had calmed down some. "Jackie, you know I would never let anything bad happen to you, right?" She nodded slowly against his chest. "Look. I know this is scary, and I know that you are afraid of being vulnerable and that's okay. But look here..." He pushed her back a bit and reached for one of the ropes that bound her arms. He gave it a quick tug, and her arm instantly came free. "See... there's nothing to be worried about." He smiled at her as he spoke and she nodded, using her free hand to wipe away a few tears. "If something was to happen, I can have your arms free before you have time to blink. You do trust me, right?" She nodded quickly and, while she meant it she didn't quite understand it. Or was it that Joe wasn't like every other man she'd ever met. Why wasn't he only interested in her body, to use her as nothing more than his personal fuck toy? Sure, he used her body quite frequently, but it still wasn't the same. With Joe, she always felt like she had a choice; even now, tied up as she was. She knew that if she asked him, he would untie her and let her put her clothes back on. Once Joe had tied her hand to her waist, he gave her a hard smack on her butt, and they started walking again. They kept a much slower pace now than before to let Jackie enjoy her new underwear to the fullest. She couldn't believe how good it felt, and there were several occasions she actually had to stop and catch her breath, not from the exhaustion of walking, but because she was so damn horny she thought she would die. Many bottles of water were drunk on that part of the walk; Joe made sure that she begged for each and every sip. When they finally stopped for the night, they had walked for five more hours. Joe was tired, sure, but the one who was really huffing and puffing as they lay their backpacks on the ground was Jackie. Her panting wasn't just because she was tired! "Please can you just fuck me now?!" She almost screamed the words when he untied her hands and helped her get her pack off. "Seriously! If you don't I might have to kill you!" Joe laughed so hard he almost fell over. Not because he found her situation all that funny, although he did enjoy that too, but the way she said it, the pure and unmasked desperation in her voice was, in his head, truly comical. She frowned at him, then a wicked smile started forming on her lips as she lunged at him. He saw it coming, but didn't attempt to avoid it. In a matter of seconds she was laying on her back with her legs spread, wondering what the hell had just happened. Oh well, she was not about to dwell on that. The important thing was that Joe was in the process of removing her rope thong. Once the knot left her pearl she instantly missed the feel of it. She thought about asking him to put it back when they were done with the sex, but before she could form thought into words, Joe was on top of her, sinking his big, hard pole into her gushing hole. Her orgasm, as expected, came quickly - but that didn't slow him down. If anything, he sped up when he felt her tense under him and, before the first climax had ended, she felt herself being swept away by the next one. She kept her eyes closed and let herself go with it. Her scream, a high pitched, bird-like scream, was followed by a deep guttural roar that told the world that she was truly and fully enjoying herself. Joe thought about finding something to gag her with, afraid that her screams might attract unwanted attention; but he soon forgot about it as his own climax was nearing. When he grabbed one of her full, round breasts and squeezed it hard as he came, Jackie was a shivering, shuddering mess, just going into her fifth, or was it sixth, orgasm. She had no idea how many she'd had, and for that matter, really didn't care. As they lay next to each other, trying to catch their breath after what was most certainly the best sexual experiences in both their lives, Jackie shifted a little closer to him, let her hand play tenderly on his chest and whispered in his ear, "I love you, Joe." She wasn't sure if he'd heard her at first. He didn't respond, and he didn't move. Not until she saw the tears running down his cheeks did she understand that he had actually heard her. She wanted to kiss him, to make everything alright, although she wasn't sure what was wrong. When she moved in to kiss him, he stopped her and turned his face away. "I... I can't, Jackie.." His voice was thick and filled with pain. "There's... There's something..." She cut him off by turning his face to her and kissing him. "I know Joe. There's someone else... you love her and she loved you." He looked at her with an expression of equal parts surprise and pain. She smiled softly at him. "I hear you talking to her in your sleep sometimes. Grace was her name, yes?" Joe flinched at hearing his dead wife's name spoken out loud, but he didn't say anything, just nodded slowly. He didn't know if he loved this girl. Hell, he didn't even love himself anymore, so how could he love her? How could she love him? "She's dead! And feeling sorry for yourself ain't gonna bring her back! You don't talk about her! Or what? I'm going to... I'm going... You're going to nothing! I'm just telling it like it is! You have a gorgeous woman laying here next to you, naked by the way, and she's telling you she loves you! She doesn't know... Maybe she just doesn't care? Ever thought about that? Maybe she actually loves you in spite of what you've done? Oh, sorry... what you didn't do." Joe finally came to when Jackie gave him a good, sharp slap across the face. He looked up a her, startled and confused. When he saw where he was and who he was with, he tried his best to smile at her and let her kiss him when she offered. The kiss was warm, passionate and heavenly. When they finally broke it, he looked right into her eyes, smiled a real smile and went back for seconds. It was really late before they eventually lay down to sleep that night. They had sat by the camp fire and just talked for hours. Jackie had put her clothes back on and Joe had let her take the lead. He wasn't sure why, but he felt more comfortable talking about his past when she was asking him. Telling his life story was impossible, but answering her questions was surprisingly easy. He told her about his wife, how she had been raped, beaten and eventually killed by bandits, while he was tied to a chair, made to watch and then left for there to die. How he had finally been able to get free he couldn't remember now, but the scene of his lovely wife's death was as fresh in his mind as if it had happened yesterday. He had to pause many times as he told his story. Sometimes he would cry and every time Jackie was there to hold and comfort him. It felt strange not being the strong caretaker, and he was shocked at how easy it was for him to be vulnerable in front of her. "You know it wasn't your fault." Jackie's voice was soft and caring as she looked right into his eyes, forbidding him to turn away. "There was nothing you could have done." "I was right there..." He was crying again, wanting to turn his eyes away, but he couldn't. "I should have done something... anything... I should have saved her..." She finally let him turn his eyes away and she held him close, letting his head rest on her shoulder. "If you would have, you would be dead too. I wouldn't want that and I'm sure Grace wouldn't want that either. I'm glad you're here. Because if you weren't here, neither would I. You saved me, Joe. Without you, I would be dead too." She kissed his forehead and forced him to look at her again. "I know I can't possibly compare to the woman you chose to be your bride... But I love you, and I am so happy to be here with you, and I will go anywhere in the world with you..." She thought for a minute and got a sad look in her eyes. "I just wish that you could love you too." The Desert Ch. 04 Before you start reading this, I would like to extend my gratitude to the person who helped me with editing and making this story readable. So let's all give a big hand to AVixenLiterally here on Literotica. Oh, and she's also an amazing writer, so be sure to check out her stuff! * It took them the better part of three days just to get all the sand out of the place. It didn't initially occur to either of them to board up the broken windows before they started sweeping. Most of the first day was spent cursing and swearing that no matter how much sand they removed there always seemed to be more that remained. When Jackie finally realized their mistake, she broke into a laughing fit, fell to the floor gasping for breath, before Joe managed to make her tell him what was so funny. However, he did not share her thoughts on the matter and set off, muttering under his breath, to find some cloth and plastic to cover the gaping holes in the wall that used to be windows. Once the windows were covered the rest was pretty smooth sailing. They got rid of the sand in the next couple of days and were busy trying to sort through the store's inventory when they heard a rumbling sound outside. Joe, slightly startled, jumped, grabbed his gun, and called out to Jackie to get her crossbow. She did just that and met him by the front door, locked, loaded and more than a little nervous. The sound grew louder as the minutes passed but they couldn't see anything. As the rumbling increased their nerves grew more and more tense. By the time the bike finally came in to view, Jackie was visibly shaking and Joe was more than a little sweaty. As soon as they realized that the sound was not an indication of imminent doom and the end of the world, they both breathed a big sight of relief, while still maintaining a healthily defensive posture towards the approaching vehicle. Neither of them had seen a functioning motorcycle for years. Jackie thought she had seen a couple that looked to be in working condition while she was being dragged around by a leash on all fours by some gang leader a few months back, but she'd never actually seen one run. At least not that she could remember now. The memory of those weeks she spent, crawling around like a dog and getting raped and beaten daily sent a shiver down her spine and she realized she actually feared that vehicle now coming towards them. The only reference she had to bikes was not a good memory and it was taking a toll on her. Joe could see the fear in her eyes and tried calming her by laying a hand on her shoulder and kissing her gently on the cheek. She almost pulled away from him on pure reflex but managed to steel herself and keep still. The feelings of fear and panic did not, however, go away. She knew it was highly unlikely that this bike belonged to that same creep, but knowing it didn't help much. The feeling in her soul told her that no good could possibly come from such machines. As the motorcycle slowly pulled over by the pumps outside their new home, Joe sent Jackie to the back room to make sure the back door was locked properly. Although this was only one man, the possibility that there were others around that they couldn't see was all too real, and he didn't want to chance getting surprised. "Cover all the exits! Man the guns! Defensive positions! This isn't an old army movie, dick... I'm just sayin' ... Well, don't just say. I've got this. Sure you do, sergeant... Shithead..." Joe shook his head to get the voices to shut up before he once again returned his attention to the person on the bike. Clad in some sort of full leather attire, topped off with a big, black motorcycle helmet which covered the face, it was impossible to tell if the rider was male or female. The cyclist had dismounted and looked over the pumps, as though they actually might be able to get anything out of them. When that didn't work, the helmet was removed, revealing stunning, long, blonde hair falling down a weathered but pretty woman's face. She looked to be about his own age, maybe a year or two younger, though it was hard to tell these days. The desert quickly took the youth out of you, and even though she looked to be around the age of forty, she could easily be as young as thirty. She looked up and saw Joe standing inside the door. She showed him her hands, making sure he could see she was unarmed, and started walking slowly towards him. When he realized the person walking across the gas station was a woman, Joe unintentionally relaxed a bit, lowering his shotgun. Not until Jackie returned to his side, unwavering in her suspicion, did he regain some of his own. He mantled his shotgun, raising it slightly as he unlocked the door, ignoring the protests from Jackie. She wasn't at all happy about this turn of events, but if Joe decided they would let this woman in, then she would make damn sure they were still alive when she left. As Joe stepped out onto the dusty tarmac, Jackie stepped into the doorway, aiming her crossbow squarely at the unknown woman's head. Joe had his gun pointed at the woman at about waist level and when he commanded her to stop, she did so, raising her hands above her head. She spun around slowly on his command, then proceeded to remove her leather jacket before completing another full turn, showing them that she was unarmed. Jackie, however, was not yet fully convinced. "Strip!" She had come out of the store and was now standing next to Joe. "Completely." The leather-clad woman never even blinked as she started removing her pants, revealing a pair of stunning, tanned legs that seemed to go on for miles. Jackie seemed to be more taken with her than Joe was at this point, and when the partly clothed woman started removing her top, Jackie's jaw actually dropped. The woman wasn't wearing a bra, but instead had wrapped her breasts in a combination of cloth and plastic, in order to reduce their size as much as possible. Why she would do that neither of the two lovers could understand, but it didn't matter. The fact was that underneath all the wrapping there seemed to be a fairly substantial amount of boobs. The discomfort of keeping them wrapped up like that must be incredibly annoying, perhaps even painful. "What's your name?" Jackie had regained her composure enough to find her speech again. "Trudy." Her voice was smooth and sweet, though it had a hard and 'no bullshit' tone to it. "You may get dressed again, Trudy." Joe lowered his gun and told Jackie to do the same. "I'm sorry about that. You can just never be too careful these days." Trudy just nodded at him as she pulled her pants back up and put on her top. She then threw the jacket over her shoulder and walked casually towards them, extending her hand to greet them properly. They both shook it and welcomed her in. As they all entered the now somewhat tidy store, Trudy stood for a bit, looking around as if she was searching for something. After only a few seconds it appeared she had found it, and she walked over to a small shelf on the back wall, helping herself to a few packs of bushings, a long rubber hose and a funnel. She looked up at Jackie, raising her eyebrow in an unspoken question, and received a only a small nod in reply. She smiled, stuffing the materials into her jacket before walking over to the counter, sitting up on it. "It's quite a nice place you've got here, I have to say." Trudy smiled at them for the first time. "By the way, do the pumps work?" Jackie shook her head in frustration. "Afraid not. There is a gasoline powered power station in the back, but it's run dry. Can't get it running without getting more gas, and I can't get any gas without getting it running. Great huh?" Trudy contemplated this for a while, staring off in the distance and mumbling to herself. Joe found her quite attractive in this state for some reason. He found himself wondering what she would be like, bent over that counter, getting that firm, round ass of hers spanked. He was soon brought back from his day dreaming by a sharp elbow to the ribs, courtesy of Jackie. She looked up at him with a knowing smile and winked at him before she walked over to Trudy and jumped up on the counter next to her. "Anyway Trudy..." Jackie still had a sly smile on her face. "I just have to ask. What's with that wrapping, you know, around your tits." She blushed as she spoke, but she really was curious. Trudy smiled at her and gave her hair a quick ruffle. "It's purely for survival dear. You must know what some men do if they find a lone woman out there." A quiver of fear went though Jackie as she knew just all too well what Trudy meant. She quickly averted her eyes and stared straight down to the floor. Trudy saw her reaction and went awkwardly quiet. It was obvious this beautiful, young woman had seen her share of what men did to women if they were unlucky. Without thinking she reached her arm out to Jackie's face and tenderly stroked her cheek. When Jackie didn't pull away, she continued the motion until she heard Joe approaching. "There's no need to keep them locked up as long as you stay here, dear." His voice gave away his lust and she grinned at him. "Oh there isn't is there?" She winked at him, but made no effort to take him up on his offer. "How do I know you won't simply rape me as soon as I get my jacket off? For all I know this pretty little thing is just your slave who you're using to lure me into feeling safe until you have me tied up in the back, using me for a punching bag." Joe was completely floored and found himself at a loss for words. Of course, her position was a completely natural one and her suspicions were absolutely justified. The fact that she had already been nearly completely naked in front of him, although it had been at gun point, and that she had freely revealed herself as a woman well before she'd known who was around had not escaped him. "I don't think you believe that at all, though." Joe smiled warmly at her. "If you had, you wouldn't be sitting here so casually, when that big knife you're carrying in your jacket is laying too far away to reach in a pinch." Trudy never revealed any of the shock she felt at his statement, but only smirked at him. Then, as quickly and smoothly as a cat, she slid from the counter and jumped at her jacket to get to her trusted knife. But before she could get her hands on the piece of leather, Jackie had gotten up, swiped it away and stood in front of Trudy, a snarl on her face and fire shooting from her eyes. The look in her eyes begged Trudy to make a move. Not one to disappoint, Trudy leapt at her, going for the full body tackle, but Jackie calmly stepped to the side and planted a firm, hard knee in the older woman's side. She went to the ground with a thud and a groan as Jackie jumped on top of her and wrapped her arms around her throat. Not hard enough to actually choke the life out of her, but just hard enough to make her point. To her surprise, as she increased the pressure slightly, she heard a slight moan from the woman under her. "Oh, you like that do you?" The delight in Jackie's voice was clear. "How about a little more then?" As the pressure on her throat increased, Trudy couldn't help but give a low moan of lust. She didn't know why this had such an effect on her, but she found the actions of the younger woman somehow incredibly erotic and arousing. Her will to fight had slowly faded away, leaving her more and more willingly in the control of the girl on top of her. "Please..." she managed to grunt out as she was struggling for air. Jackie eased the pressure on the woman's throat a little. Not enough to make breathing an easy task, but enough to enable her to speak. As she felt Trudy relax a little underneath her, Jackie found herself a little shocked at how easily she had taken to this position. Being on top and in control wasn't something she'd had the opportunity to experience before, but now that she was actually doing it, she found it quite to her liking. The realization brought fire to her loins, and she had to force herself off Trudy before she lost control of herself. She had made her point, and this wasn't the time or place to experiment with this new side of her. And more importantly, she didn't want to force Trudy to do anything she didn't really want to. She knew exactly how horrible that experience had been for her, and she wouldn't wish it on anyone. As she released her hold of the woman and stood up Jackie glanced over at Joe, who was leaning on the counter with an impressed look on his face. He nodded his approval to her and she immediately beamed with pride, giving him a huge, happy smile. Trudy stood, quite obviously shaken, and dusted off her pants as she picked up her jacket. Joe saw it and readied his gun. When she took out the knife he didn't raise it and, when she tossed the big metal blade on the floor in front of him, he knew he had been right to trust her. He had always been good at reading people, or so he had thought. That made the whole affair back at the cabin all the more annoying. He had doubted his instinct, and it could have gotten him and his woman killed. Jackie leaned up to him and kissed him on the cheek. She could see that he was unsettled by something but didn't want to bring it up right now. There would be plenty of time to discuss personal matters when they were alone again. "That's quite the grip you have there little girl." Trudy's voice was friendly and teasing. "I'm impressed. I really am." She massaged her throat gently where Jackie's arm had crushed it. "You've got some moves yourself, for an older woman." Jackie smirked and winked at Trudy, who couldn't help but laugh. "I should be offended I think." She winked. "But for some reason, I like you anyway. You've got a lot of heart kid." Joe smiled, suddenly feeling very proud of his young girlfriend. She did have a lot of heart, and she was every bit as crafty as she was beautiful. He wanted to let her know how lucky he felt that he had met her, but he wasn't sure how. He guessed that the sex would have to be his voice of gratitude until he could think of something that would truly show her how he felt. The thought of bending her over and taking her right now crossed his mind, but he dismissed it, although quite reluctantly. That would have to wait. They had guests, and that sort of behavior just wasn't in good manners. As they all three tried to get their heads straight, Jackie's eyes went to the materials Trudy had stuffed in her jacket. She wondered what on earth all that would be used for on a motorcycle. Sure, she herself was pretty good and building and fixing things, but she couldn't imagine what on earth was the intended use for any of it. Trudy caught her looking and saw the perplexed look on her face, and couldn't help but smile. "I'm going to get your generator up and running so I can get some gas for my bike." The matter of fact tone in her voice made Jackie blush a little. She should have thought of that! "Oh." was all Jackie could say. Trudy laughed. "Don't worry, kid. You probably haven't seen many bikes around have you? You couldn't have been more than, what, fifteen or so when things started going bad?" Jackie nodded slowly, suddenly very away of her own youth and inexperience. The fact was that when the world had first started to change, she had just had her fourteenth birthday. *** She had wanted a new laptop computer but her parents didn't have the money. She remembered she had been very disappointed and, being quite the brat back then, she hadn't tried to hide it. She regretted that now. The last thing she had ever said to her father, who was killed in a large forest fire, was how much she hated living in that house. She had gone to bed that night crying in anger, and awoke the next day to the sounds of sirens. As she went downstairs she heard her mother talking to some policemen who were telling her that her husband, Jackie's father, has died in the line of duty. She ran back to her room, crying violently into her pillow, hating herself for what she'd said to him. She lived with her mother for another year or so until she had died suddenly of complete organ failure. Her body just couldn't handle the increasingly difficult living conditions, and had just shut down completely one night. Now she found herself alone. Both her parents were dead and she had no relatives she could turn to. There was no water in the pipes anymore. The government had issued a decree saying that all water was to be regulated and distributed by selected wholesalers only. A few days later the electricity had gone out and soon after that, the neighbors had started to pack up and leave. It wasn't very long before the once thriving little suburban community was a total ghost town with a resident population of one. It wasn't long before Jackie had gone through what little supplies she had in the house, and soon she found herself searching through neighboring houses, looking for food and water. There wasn't much left, but she found enough to get by, for a while at least. She tried to figure out what she was going to do, and she had just made a plan to try and get herself in to the city, when the first looters came. She was asleep in her bed when she heard windows break on the first floor of the house. Scared to death, she hid in a closet in her room, hoping and praying that whoever was in the house wouldn't be interested in teenage girl's clothing. Luckily she had been right. The burglars soon left, leaving the whole first floor a complete mess. Upon further investigation Jackie found that they had taken most of her food and water, along with almost all the valuables in the house. She was distraught. What would she do now? What could she do? She was just a fourteen year old girl. That night, Jackie had an epiphany. Sure she was just a little girl, but she did do quite well at physics in school, and she really wasn't bad with her hands when she put the effort in. Granted, she didn't really have any real experience in building anything more complicated than the small alarm she had built in class a year or so back, but she thought she could get the hang of it if she tried. *** Jackie suddenly became aware of her surroundings again as Joe gently shook her by her shoulder. She had tears in her eyes and when she realized where she was, she broke down crying, throwing herself into his arms. Joe folded his arms around her, surprised and a bit stunned at her reaction, and just let her get it all out. He looked over at Trudy, who watched the events with sad eyes and looked away from his gaze. She knew how the girl felt, she thought. Everyone had their own sad tales nowadays, and this girl couldn't have had it easy, being as pretty and innocent looking as she was. Trudy shook off the thoughts of what she must have been through and walked out of the store and headed to her bike. She didn't want to dwell on her own miseries, let alone someone elses, and she found that work kept her head in the present. Just as she sat down by her machine, she cursed to herself, remembering that she had forgotten to bring a gas can with her. She put her jacket on the ground by the bike and, muttering some obscenities, headed back inside. Inside, Joe was still holding Jackie, who had stopped crying now and was just enjoying the closeness. When Trudy entered again she looked up from his chest and was suddenly ashamed at how she had reacted at her words. She wanted to say something, to make Trudy understand that it wasn't her fault she had broken in to tears. But try as she might, she couldn't find anything to say. How did you explain something like that to someone? Instead, she gave a resigned sigh, pushed herself out of Joe's grasp and went over to the long haired woman and gave her a hug. The Desert Ch. 05 Before you start reading this, I would like to extend my gratitude to the person who helped me with editing and making this story readable. So let's all give a big hand to AVixenLiterally here on Literotica. Oh, and she's also an amazing writer, so be sure to check out her stuff! A couple of day later Trudy reluctantly announced that she had to go, at least for a little while. They had all known it was going sooner or later, but that didn't help the feeling of sadness they each felt as she told them. It had been a fabulous couple of days, mostly spent with one of the women between the other's legs as Joe either watched, participated or just left them to it while he was busy cleaning up and getting the place in working order. Mostly though, he was right there with them, taking full advantage of whatever holes weren't occupied. Between their love sessions, they had actually managed to get some work done though. The generator was up and running again and, with that, so were the lights and the pumps. It had taken some hard work replacing and repairing some broken and worn wiring, but in the end it had all been worth it. They even got the air condition up and running, though Jackie swore doing so was nearly the death of her. They all knew it wasn't going to be permanent, as the gas storage would eventually run dry. But for now it was pure heaven. If she closed her eyes, Jackie could even forget about the world and imagine herself back home. She tried not to though, as the harsh truths of reality always made her cry when she came back to it. As Trudy was gathering her things, she looked over at Jackie, who looked back at her with sad eyes. She couldn't believe the connection they'd made in just such a short time. And she couldn't believe how easy it had been to submit to a young woman at least ten years her junior. She had finally admitted to herself that there was something a little extra humiliating in being made to submit to her for just that reason. And the humiliation just made it all that much sweeter. "Come and give me a kiss before you go, pet." Jackie had a hard time keeping her voice steady. Trudy got to her knees and slowly crawled over to her. When she got to her lover, she bent down and kissed her boots before she stood and flung her arms around the young girl, losing herself in a hot, wet kiss. "I'll be back as soon as I can, I promise." Trudy spoke as she gently pushed from her lover's arms. Jackie nodded as tears began to form in her eyes. "Oh, don't cry. I'll be back soon, and I'll be your pet for as long as you'll have me. I promise." She had a hard time keeping from crying herself, but she was determined not to and her stubborn streak finally came to some good use. She kissed Jackie on the cheek, gave Joe a big hug and went out the door. Jackie wanted to run after her but Joe, knowing full well what she wanted to do, took a firm hold of her arm and held her back. Running after Trudy, crying and pleading, wouldn't do anyone any good. Instead, he pulled her to him and held her tightly as she let it all go. As they heard the bike start up and drive away Jackie cried into his chest. Why this woman had such an effect on her she couldn't understand. She was pretty sure she loved Joe, or at least as sure as she thought she could be. She didn't love Trudy that way; she was pretty sure of that too. But there was something there, something she couldn't quite understand or explain, but very real and wonderful. Right now it was just pure hell. "Come on." Joe's voice was soft as he started leading her through the store. "We still have things to do. Besides, wouldn't you want to have the place perfect when she gets back?" Jackie nodded and smiled as best she could. Her Trudy would want that. So she let Joe pull her through the store and when he handed her a screwdriver and a pair of pliers, she took them and hurried off to find something to fix. She didn't have to look very hard. Almost everything in the place was either broken or severely damaged. Most of it she would not be able to fix, but she thought that if she could just get a few things back in working order, she would have done a good job. After all, she was no mechanic. Everything she knew she had learned the hard way, through trial and error, and the various equipment she had at her disposal would give her many more opportunities to do more of that. Joe mostly kept himself busy cleaning. He had begun to throw out any food that wasn't properly sealed and preserved. What was left was mostly canned food and a fairly good supply of beverages. There wasn't a lot of water, maybe enough to sustain them for a week or so. There were enough soft drinks and sodas to get them through at least that and more. All in all, it would seem that they had enough supplies to last them a while and, when Jackie had set up her water purifier, they'd be able to get on fairly well. As the day drew to a close Joe could feel Jackie's emotional struggle getting worse. She seemed to be genuinely happy to be there with him, and the tinkering and working seemed to keep her mind busy most of the time. But there was also a sadness about her that tore at his heart. He wasn't sure what he could do about it and that pissed him off a little. He always knew what to do; that was one of the things he took pride in about himself. He decided he would do something about it anyway. "Slut, get over here!" He tried his best to keep his voice loving but firm. Jackie jumped up from what she was doing, ran to him and knelt at his side. "This sulking is going to stop." She looked up at his, puzzled. "Take off your clothes and bend over the counter." She quickly did as she was told, though she was deeply confused and didn't understand what she'd done wrong. As she finally bent her naked torso over the counter top, her mind was less focused on Trudy and more and more focused on what was going to happen to herself. She was nervous, fidgeting and unable to keep still, but she was also quickly getting very aroused. Joe always seemed to have that effect on her. "Now, this is not a punishment, I want you to know that." Joe's voice was as soft and tender as she'd ever heard it. She wondered what he was going to do but didn't have time to think too long. "You have done nothing wrong and I love you very much. But you need to get your head straight again. I didn't see you this... distraught... even after I took you from that locker. You have to let it go for now and I think this will help you." She was just about to ask him what 'this' was when it all became painfully obvious. When the first hard slap impacted on her naked buttock it didn't even register what it was – until the pain set in. Then came the second, third and fourth in rapid succession, and there was no longer any doubt what was happening. As Joe continued to unleash yet another on her bare bottom, Jackie didn't even try to hold back the whines, whimpers or the tears for that matter. A good half an hour later she was crying like a baby, tears steaming down her cheeks and her bottom feeling like it had been assaulted by a flame thrower. Joe ceased his onslaught of her butt and stepped up to hold her, but she moved away; not from fear or anger, but something else. She didn't want to be comforted. She wanted him to continue hurting her, but she couldn't find the words. What she found, as she tried to say something, was that she couldn't speak at all. All she could do was utter odd growling noises in between loud sobs. "Are you okay Jackie?" Joe's voice echoed his concern. All she could do was shake her head 'no' as she stood, frozen in place, crying and shivering. Joe didn't know what to do. He moved to hold her again but once more found his efforts rejected. "This isn't really about Trudy leaving, is it?" Joe didn't have a clue what this was actually about but her reactions were far too severe to just be about missing her new playmate. Jackie slowly shook her head. "Do you want to talk about it?" She nodded. "Do you want me to leave you alone for a bit?" Her shaking head was her answer. He was getting low on ideas. He gave it one last shot. "Do you want to get fucked? Spanked more? What?" Slowly nodding her head. "Fucked?" Shaking head. "More spanking?" Jackie nodded her head as vigorously as she could. She didn't know why but she really wanted more pain. Somehow it seemed the physical pain pushed the pain in her heart away, and the physical pain would eventually pass. She needed this, just as he had said, but she doubted he knew how badly. He asked her again if she really wanted more spanking; nothing had changed. He thought about it for a bit. While he could give her another good spanking he couldn't just start wailing on her again. Eventually enough would be enough and he doubted she would be able to tell him in her condition. There had to be some way she could make him stop when she needed to. And he also needed to find something to spank her with. His hand was already hurting from the previous round, and he wasn't about to use the wrong hand, as he would be far less able to control the slaps. After another minute he thought he had come up with a solution. He asked her to wait, gather herself and let him take care of a few things. She didn't answer, but didn't give any signs of changing her mind either, so he left her standing there as he went looking for what he needed. He had just finished doing inventory the day before so it didn't take him long to find the what he was looking for. When he returned, Jackie she was still standing exactly where he'd left her, though her crying had subsided some. He walked up to her and placed a small metal bell in her left hand. "When you feel you've had enough just let go of the bell okay? Let it drop to the floor and I'll stop. Will that work?" She nodded her head in agreement. "Good." He held up the other item he had retrieved, a wide leather belt. "I will be using this to spank you with from here on. It might hurt a bit more, but it will be more consistent. Are you still okay with this?" Jackie wanted to scream at him to stop being so fucking nice and just beat the shit out of her like she deserved! All she could do was nod slowly and hang her head, awaiting the pain she hoped would exorcise at least some of her demons. She didn't want the bell either. She didn't want an out, a way to stop him. She wanted him to have his way with her, hurt her, cast her away and be done with her. At the same time she wanted to curl up in his arms and cry until she was all done. Joe could sense the inner conflict in her but he choose to not comment on it and stick to his plan. He was in no way sure that this would actually help her but, if she thought it might, he was willing to give it a try. But as much as he usually enjoyed spanking and humiliating her, he would take no joy from this. This was not for him, not an act of leisure or lust. It was all for her, to hopefully help her with whatever was troubling her. He stood back, adjusted the belt in his hand and sent it flying through the air, landing on her already bright red ass, drawing a low yelp from Jackie and a sharp smack from her tender skin. As he continued to bring the belt down on her buttocks, her yelps turned to cries that eventually turned into screams. But as much as she screamed and as much as he increased the power of his swing, she wouldn't drop the bell. Not until Joe found himself sweating, panting heavily and with a quite sore shoulder, and Jackie's ass had started turning from red to a deep purple, did the bell finally drop from her hand to the floor. Joe stopped immediately, glad that the ordeal was over. The hardest thing for him hadn't been his aching muscles or his shortness of breath, he could deal with that any day of the week. What had been almost impossible to deal with were the blood curling screams coming from his lover near the end. Every single slap of the belt had been pure torture for him as he could clearly hear the desperation in her cries, but he knew he had to keep going, for her sake. So he had kept on, feeling his heart break with every hit. After he dropped the belt he went to his woman, pulled her close and ignored her attempts to keep him away. He kept her into his arms and held her, tight enough that she couldn't break free but not enough to be painful. She had definitely had enough pain for a while. All he wanted to do was to make sure she knew he was there for her. He picked her up and carried her into what was now their bedroom. It had probably been an office when the store was in its prime. He put her on the makeshift bed and lay next to her, pulling her close. There was no resistance this time, and as he pulled her into his arms, she buried her head in his chest and entangled her legs with his, making sure she got as close as was physically possible. It took a long, long while before Jackie could stop crying. The pain in her buttocks was really bad, but that wasn't what made the tears stream down her cheeks. She had hoped that a thorough beating would help her disconnect from the pain inside her. But as she lay there, safe in the comfort of her lover's arms, she could feel it coming back again; somewhat lessened, but still there. When her sobs had finally died down, Joe gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead. "Are you okay my love?" The concern and unease in his voice almost made her cry again. "No, not really," she managed to squeak. "I'm so broken, Joe. You have no idea. I love you, I really do, but I'm just so broken inside." "I know." He tried not to sound condescending but wasn't sure he pulled it off. "If you want to talk, you know I'm here for you, right?" She nodded into his chest and sighed deeply. She wanted to tell him, wanted him to know everything, but where should she begin? There was so much she had buried deep inside her, so much pain she had chosen to forget. She had actually managed to get to a place where she didn't have to feel anything anymore and then Joe came along. He just had to save her, had to take care of her and let her allow herself to open up again. She hated him for that. She loved him for it. She hated herself for hating him for it. She screamed in pure frustration into his chest before she lifted herself onto one arm and slapped him across the face with the other. "That's for making me fall in love with you!" She was angry now. That pleased her. Anger was easier to deal with than pain. Joe just stared, completely stunned, and was about to ask her what the hell he had done when she changed again. Right before his eyes he saw that fiery rage leave her and be replaced by fear. Maybe it was what she'd done and what he might do in return; he didn't know. But he did nothing. He just lay there, looking at her, giving her the time she needed to figure out what she wanted to say - if she wanted to say anything. If not he would just lay there and hold her as long as she wanted. "I'm sorry." Her voice was back to sad now. "I didn't mean to hit you." "Yes you did," Joe said, his voice very matter of fact. There was no anger, no blame or resentment. "But that's okay. If it helps you, you can hit me as much as you like." A small smile crept across his face. "You hit like a girl anyway." That actually made her laugh a little and that pleased him greatly. Jackie couldn't help but smile a little. It actually felt good to laugh. She didn't want to but she couldn't help it. Joe was just to damn... well, too damn much Joe. It amazed her how easily he could make her forget all her problems, but maybe that was another part of the problem. Maybe she shouldn't forget about her problems anymore. "I'm afraid, Joe," her voice barely more than a whisper. "I'm so afraid all the time. Well, not as much when I'm close to you but almost all the time." She gathered her thoughts for a second, took a deep breath and looked up at him. "Can I tell you my story? Please? I know you might not want to hear it, but I..." He interrupted her by planting a kiss on her lips. It wasn't a deep, passionate kiss, but rather a means to an end. He wanted her to understand that she was talking rubbish and he would hear no more of it. At the same time he really did like the taste and feel of her lips. "Now you listen to me young lady," he said as their lips parted. His voice was stern but filled with so much love it brought tears to her eyes all over again. "There is nothing about you that I don't want to know. No matter how horrible or scary, I want to know everything. There is nothing you can say that would turn me from you. Do you understand? I love you." She heard what he said and nodded slowly, but wasn't sure she believed it. How could he possibly make that promise? How could be possibly want her after he learned what she'd been through? She was used goods, broken and discarded more times than she could count or remember. "You shouldn't make promises you don't know you can keep." The pain in her voice made Joe's stomach cringe but he never let on. He just kissed her forehead once more, making sure she knew he was there. "But if you want to hear it, I think I need to tell it." Joe just nodded his head and remained silent. This was her time. He was just who she needed to vent and he was happy to help her in any way he could. Although he was fully aware that listening to her story would probably be among the hardest things he would ever do in his life, he would just have to man up and take one for the team. When he didn't speak or in any way interrupt, she looked up at him with questioning eyes. He nodded and she accepted his offer to just listen. *** "It all started just after my fifteenth birthday. I had a huge fight with my parents because they hadn't given me the laptop I wanted. Stupid, right? Anyway, we fought and I went to bed really mad and crying. When I woke up the next day I heard some cops telling my mom that dad had been killed while trying to put out a big forest fire. The last thing I every said to my dad was that he was a mean jerk. So stupid..." She paused a second, more to gather her thoughts than anything else. She knew what had happened, she just wasn't sure how to put it all into words. There was just so much. "Anyway, I lived with just my mom after that and she did the best she could. Somehow there was always food in the house, although I was too busy thinking life was unfair to really think about how. So when mom died about a year after my dad, I had no idea how to cope with the real world. Up to that point I had been more or less just a spoiled brat, but now... now I had to try to survive on my own. The food was starting to run out and since all the water had been turned off, that was all but gone too. I started sneaking around the neighboring houses, stealing what I could find. Everyone had already left anyway, so it wasn't like I was taking anything anyone really needed." She pause again and asked Joe if he would get her something to drink. All the crying and screaming had wreaked havoc on her throat, so speaking got more difficult with every word. He wasn't really sure if he should leave her but, seeing the pitiful look in her pleading eyes, how could he refuse? He got her some water and sat back down, placed her head in his lap and stroked her hair as she continued her story. "I lived like that for a while, until the looting started, and then I just ran away. I had no idea where to go, but I figured I'd have the best chances of making it if I went into the city. We lived a little bit outside, in a suburb of sorts. Anyway, I was only sixteen by then and hadn't even sat behind the wheel of a car, so the only option I had was to start walking. I tried to stay hidden as much as I could but that didn't go too well. I was discovered by a couple of boys I recognized from around. I tried avoiding them at first, but figured, you know, safety in numbers. So I joined up with them." The Desert Ch. 06 Before you start reading this, I would like to extend my gratitude to the person who helped me with editing and making this story readable. So let's all give a big hand to AVixenLiterally here on Literotica. Oh, and she's also an amazing writer, so be sure to check out her stuff! * A few days later Jackie awoke in the middle of the night with an eerie feeling. She couldn't say why but something just wasn't right. Try as she might she couldn't shake the feeling, so she got out of bed and decided to do an interior perimeter sweep. It was something Joe always did before he went to bed and again when he woke up. She figured since she wouldn't be able to go back to sleep anyway, she might just as well do it. She grabbed her crossbow and a couple of bolts she'd manufactured from some wheel spokes and nails, and set to it. The sweep revealed nothing out of the ordinary. Everything seemed to be just as they had left it the night before, and she couldn't find any signs that anyone had tried to break in through either of the two doors. She gave a frustrated growl as she made her way back to the bedroom. She had almost hoped she would find something wrong to explain the feeling she had. If it didn't go away through the day she would have to talk to Joe about it. He always told her to trust her instincts and right now her gut told her that something just wasn't right. "Something is rotten in the state of Denmark," she muttered to herself as she walked through the dark on her way back to her lover. "Quoting Shakespeare now, are we?" The sound of Joe's voice in the dark made her jump; she almost gave out a loud shriek. Before she fully understood what happened and who the owner of the voice was, she had loaded and cocked the crossbow and was searching for a viable target. When she saw that it was Joe she gave him an angry glare and, just for a second, thought about shooting him just on general principal. "You do not sneak up on people like that!" Her voice was still hushed, but the hissing tone let no mistake be made as to how much she had not appreciated his sneakiness. "Are you trying to get yourself killed?!" Joe found it hard to suppress a smile but forced himself to. "Wow! Calm down honey, it's just me. Who did you think it was?" "I don't know!" She was still seething but at least her heart wasn't bunched up in her throat anymore. "I thought someone might have snuck in here. I guess I wasn't all wrong though." She gave him another glare and a harsh elbow to the ribs as she walked by. "Get in the bedroom. We need to talk." Joe was more than a little surprised at the command and the tone in which it was given and he silently complied. As he strode into the bedroom and closed the door behind him he saw Jackie sitting on the bed, her knees pulled up to her chin. It was obvious something was bothering her and he hoped she would tell him what. "Something's wrong, Joe." Her voice was low and there was a hint of fear in there somewhere. "I don't know what it is or why. But something is definitely not right." As she spoke she continuously let her eyes sweep across the room as if she was anticipating something jumping out at her at any moment. But that wasn't what she really felt she reminded herself. It wasn't a feeling of being watched or even of being in imminent danger but rather of some sort of future predicament maybe. She didn't know and it was driving her insane. "I'm sorry. I guess I'm just a little jumpy tonight for some reason. It's probably nothing." She tried to sound as dismissive as she could but it was clear that neither of them were buying it. "Let's just go to bed again okay?" "If something's bothering you then you need to take it seriously." Joe wasn't about to let it go. He knew better than to dismiss ones instincts, and if Jackie was this upset it must be for good reason. "But I'm guessing there's nothing we can do about it tonight. So let's try to get some sleep and we'll talk about it when the sun is up. It will be easier then." Jackie really didn't want to go back to sleep and she doubted she could even if she tried. She was way too fired up about this now to relax enough, but she moved over and lay down anyway, making sure that her crossbow was well within her reach. Joe lay down next to her, dragging her to him and holding her close. In spite of all her anxiety and fear she was soon sleeping in his arms. The entire following day was just more of the same old routines as always. Jackie had all but forgotten about her nightly escapades and concerns. She had kept herself busy working on getting the purifier up and running again. She hadn't done much about it until recently but with their ever decreasing water storage she was more or less forced to try and get it done. It would be a lot easier now that she could just power it through the generator, but the purification process itself was still a little short of her standards. Then, suddenly it hit her again, like a good wallop from a sledge hammer. She couldn't move, couldn't breathe and all she could feel was an overwhelming panic in the total conviction that something incredibly wrong was happening - or about to happen. She tried calling out to Joe but the only sound that came out was a low wheezing. Luckily she could see him on the other side of the store and, desperate and frustrated, she picked up a hammer and threw it at him. "What the hell?!" The hammer had barely missed his head and slammed into the wall in front of him. "Are you trying to kill me woman?" He wasn't really mad as much as shocked and surprised. Of all the ways he had imagined he might get killed in this sad excuse for a world they were living in, having a hammer thrown at him by the woman who claimed to love him was not one of them. But then again, he supposed anything was possible these days. When he turned around and saw the state Jackie was in, he dropped what he had in his hands and ran to her. He took her in his arms and held her close, but not so close it would further impede her breathing, which was shallow and clearly troubled. He tried to get her to tell him what was wrong but any attempt she made to respond ended up in the same squeaking and wheezing noises. Now he was really scared. Try as he might he couldn't figure out how to deal with the situation. The only thing he could think of was to keep trying to get her to get her breathing under control. He kept telling her to calm down, gave her a steady rhythm to breathe with by breathing slowly himself, keeping her in rhythm with his own breathing. It seemed to work and slowly she started to get herself back to some sort of a normal state. "I didn't mean to try to kill you," she stated when she had gotten a hold of herself to speak. Joe was relieved that whatever it was that had had her so riled up hadn't killed her sense of humor. He hugged her and kissed her gently. "It would take more than a little hammer to the skull to keep me down, sweetie. You know that." He smiled at her but it was clear that he was still worried. "Besides, I appreciate you keeping me on my toes." She tried a small smile, and when that actually worked she did feel a little better. The feeling that had so overwhelmed her was still present, but now that she had gotten hold of herself it seemed a little less ominous. Sure, she was still convinced that something very, very bad was going to happen, but the feeling was no longer so paralyzing that she couldn't function. She shook her head violently to try and get rid of the remnants of impending doom from her brain. "What is it?" Joe's concern was clear in his voice. "And don't tell me it's nothing. Even I can tell something is upsetting you." She desperately tried to give words to her fears but she didn't even know exactly what it was she was afraid of. So instead she just looked up at him with a helpless look on her face which made him cringe. He had never before seen her like this. He was used to her being a mostly strong and quite self assured woman, in spite of everything she'd been through. Seeing her like this was just breaking his heart. "You're afraid of something. Is that it?" His voice was as calm as he could make it and there was genuine concern in it. She nodded somewhat reluctantly, as if she wasn't really sure. She was scared, she just didn't know of what. "You know that feeling I told you about when we woke up last night?" Her voice was nothing more than a strained whisper. "It's back, but it was much stronger this time." He listened and when she was done he nodded thoughtfully. This was a troubling turn of events. Last night he had just written off her worries as remnants of bad dreams or memories of the past, but now he wasn't so sure anymore. He was usually the first one to tell anyone to trust their instincts, and it was obvious that Jackie's were telling her something was wrong. His own gut told him to listen to her, and he decided it was about time he learned to let someone else take the lead for once; and who better than the woman he thought of as his companion. "What do we need to do?" His question was surprisingly matter of fact, even to himself, but there was real concern in his voice. "Just... what does your gut tell you?" She thought about that for a moment, her face going blank with a distant look in the eyes. When she came back to reality her mind was made up. Joe was right and she would take this matter seriously -- if nothing else it would hopefully calm her down and make her feel better. She looked up at Joe, her eyes now focused and determined, and kissed him squarely on the lips before she stood up. "Don't just sit there like a slouch. We have work to do!" She winked at him and a sly smile came across her lips. It was there and, as quickly as it had come, it was gone. Joe smiled and shook his head. This woman never ceased to amaze him and he truly hoped that would never change. As much as he loved her submissive side, this strong, decisive side was appealing in a completely different way. This side of her would take no shit and would be both a delight and a pain to be around. He was sure it wouldn't all be fun and games but that wasn't really important. There was bound to be some butting of heads when survival was at stake, but he was getting more certain by the minute that Jackie was the one who was going to see to it that their lives kept on going in the end, not him. As Jackie set off through the store, Joe did his best to keep up. She went almost flying through the place like a whirlwind, checking windows and doors, testing the locks and making sure everything that needed to be nailed down was. Joe didn't really understand what she was doing, but he kept up as best he could and made small notes as she muttered some improvements she wanted to make to things. When she finally stopped her breathing was ragged and heavy, and she had to brace herself on a shelf for a moment, composing herself. "Okay, we need to make some adjustments." She was still a bit out of breath, but no longer as frantic as she had been. "We're going to have sex first then we get to work." Joe was both amused and surprised by the obvious way she had made her statement, but found no reason to disagree with her. Sex sounded like a splendid idea, and as he watched her delicious ass wiggling in front of him as they made their way to the bedroom, he felt a certain part of his anatomy rise to the occasion. She always seemed to have that effect on him, and when she really put her mind to it there was just no way he could refuse her anything. He wasn't really sure that was a good thing but he opted not to dwell on the matter. Upon reaching the bedroom, Jackie stopped and spun around. She locked eyes with Joe and he could see the fires of desire burning behind her deep, dark orbs. She smiled at him and hungrily licked her lips as she dropped to her knees and beckoned him to come to her. He complied willingly and as he reached her she had him freed within seconds and wasted no time in taking him in her mouth. Joe uttered a long, guttural groan. The oral skills of this gorgeous woman would surely go down in the books as the greatest in the world, he was sure of it. And as she was now clearly on a mission, a mission to suck him dry, Joe was totally and utterly defenseless. It took no more than a few minutes before he felt himself explode in her mouth. She greedily swallowed everything she could, but the sheer volume of the load made it impossible to get it all. When Joe was done, she had streams of his sticky, white goodness running down her mouth and chin, dripping to the floor and making a small puddle between her knees. "Jesus woman..." Joe was panting and hard of breath. "That mouth of yours. I must have done something good in a previous life. Though I can't imagine what that might have been to deserve such a treasure." Jackie blushed at the compliment and gave him a big, happy smile. She seductively licked her mouth, trying to get to whatever of the remaining goo she could. Her smile never wavered as she then stood, took his hand and pulled him behind her towards the bed. "I believe someone promised me a spanking." She grinned at the surprised look on Joe's face. "We can take care of that while your gun gets reloaded." Not one to refuse such a request, Joe grinned and firmly grabbed Jackie's wrist and forcefully brought it up behind her back. She gave a surprised yelp, quickly followed by a short gasp and a moan. Joe bent her forward at the waist and gave her a couple of hard slaps with his free hand. She moaned loudly every time his hand made contact and she could feel the wetness between her legs increasing. "Please, Sir, let me have your cock." The words came out as short gasps in between slaps. Joe ignored her request but he did push her firmly down on the bed. Hopeful, she arched her back and pushed her butt out towards him, but he only reached around her waist and undid her pants before roughly pulling them off her. With this Jackie's hope of finally getting stuffed increased greatly, but instead of mounting her Joe again started to land slap after slap on her now bare flesh. Each slap stung like crazy and soon Jackie was sobbing and crying out when he brought his hand down on her, but she made no effort to avoid him and she never once asked him to stop. He did eventually stop, but not until she had a nice red glow all over her butt cheeks and a good way down her upper thighs. "I think you're ready love." Joe's voice was tender but husky with desire. "Are you ready to receive me?" Jackie sounded both exhausted and eager as she answered, "Yes! Oh God, please fuck me!" Joe smiled and gave her one last, light slap on the ass before he pushed himself into her hot, wet, longing pussy. The feeling as her tight muscles squeezed around him as he thrust into her almost made him come on the first stroke. It took most of his concentration to hold off as he began to thrust violently in and out of his lovely girl. The sound emanating from her told him that she too was fast closing in on her climax. When he felt the telltale signs of her cramping, spasming muscles he again began spanking her, giving her one more push towards her bliss. That was all it took. Almost in perfect unison they both surrendered themselves to their bodies and let their orgasms flow through them. They screamed, moaned, grunted and cursed as their pleasure took them for a joyride before they collapsed on the bed in a shaking, panting pile. "We're really quite good at that." Jackie found her voice eventually. She sounded perfectly content and happy. "Let's never stop doing this okay?" "You'll hear no arguments from me." Joe too was panting frantically. "That mouth and pussy of yours are fucking amazing. And I'll never get enough of these tits either." Joe was casually playing with her large, firm orbs, pinching and caressing the sensitive nipples. Jackie sighed happily and pressed herself closer to him. She couldn't imagine a better place to be than right there at that exact moment. She looked up at Joe and gave him a long, wet kiss. His hands never stopped playing with her body as he responded to her lips. He could feel her getting riled up again and he wanted to give her another round, but he just wasn't ready. It was a moot point though, as she gracefully slid on top of him, gave him another hot kiss and then slid to the floor, standing beside the bed looking at him with a happy smile on her face. "If we don't get up now we'll be here forever." She would clearly have preferred to stay in bed but there would be time enough for that later, or at least she hoped there would be. "Come on now, up with you!" She gave his thigh a light slap and held her hand out to him. He took it and let her drag him to his feet then he leaned in and kissed her, not wanting the wonderful moment to end. He knew that she was right though and reluctantly tucked himself back into his pants while she put hers back on. They looked at each other, lust and love shining bright in both their eyes, and walked hand in hand out in the store area, where Jackie started pointing out things they needed to improve or rebuild. A good four hour later, four hours of sweating, cursing and trying to avoid killing each other, they were finally done. Jackie stepped down from her ladder and put her hammer down. She looked over at Joe, who was just finished putting up the last sheet of metal over the windows, and shot him a big, thankful smile. She couldn't believe he had put up with her ideas and her bossiness all this time, and she hoped he knew how much she appreciated it. In fact, she would make sure he knew. With a big smile on her face she strode across the floor to where Joe had just put down his tools and threw her arms around his neck. "Thank you..." She kissed him and hugged him so tight he thought she might snap his neck. "For what?" The sincerity in his voice made her sigh and giggle. "For putting up with me, dummy!" She giggled and kissed him before she stood back and looked up at him. "I mean it, you know. Thank you. I don't know what's with me today and I'm annoying even to myself. The fact that you haven't killed me, yet, must mean you actually love me." She winked at him and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. All he could do was shake his head and give a short laugh. He did indeed love her and, even if she was indeed annoying at times, he wouldn't want her to change in any way. After all, she was a blast to be around most of the time. She was the smartest person and the best engineer he had ever had the privilege of knowing. And, more importantly, she could always make him laugh and was a complete animal in bed. All in all, Joe was convinced she was the perfect woman for him, and that didn't even count her submissive side which added yet another huge gold star in the side column. They had barely finished hugging when they heard a low rumble somewhere in the distance. Jackie looked at Joe, silently asking him what he thought it was. He just shook his head dismissively as he didn't have any idea what so ever. It couldn't be thunder, he thought. There hadn't been any rain in these parts for at least three years now, and even dry thunder was a rare occurrence. An earthquake was a possibility, of course, but the lack of shaking spoke against that too. Apart from that, Joe really couldn't guess what it might be. What was quite disturbing though was that it was definitely getting closer and doing so quite fast too. Jackie quickly parted herself from her man and hurried behind the counter, grabbing her crossbow and Joe's shotgun. When he turned towards her, she threw the gun to him and motioned towards the now covered windows. As Joe went to the huge metal plates and peered outside, Jackie ran and locked all possible entrances to the building. She didn't know what it was that was coming towards them, but whatever it was wasn't coming inside without a fight. Before she took her own position by the front door, she made sure to turn off the generator, killing all the electricity, including the pumps in the yard.