5 comments/ 4021 views/ 7 favorites After the Burn Pt. 01 By: Aln80017 At the beginning of the movie Book of Eli, we see Eli walking down the long abandoned highway, then under an overpass... on the other side is a young girl, she's on the ground with an overturned shopping cart, she's bait for a trap laid on by a group of Reapers. The following started as my rewrite of that scene and has grown now into something else. I hope you enjoy... ALL characters, despite any physical description, are OVER 18 YEARS of AGE. ***** 1 He'd heard whispers of Reaper's, road bandits, working the roads between his home and some of the small communities, several days out, that had managed spring up. 100 miles in either direction, at least, before any kind of what passed for civilization now. He thought of this as his land, and he didn't like the idea of someone working 'his land.' Alex put together his pack the night before, just a few of the bare essentials. some clean under clothes, extra socks. The water bladder for his pack and a few canteens were topped off from the well that was well hidden from view, in the secret basement of the dilapidated barn at the rear of the property. A box of ammo each for both the sawed off shotgun and his pistol. 5 cans of Spam, a few packages of ramen and few cup o' noodles. A really big, sharp knife, known once as a kukri. It was barely sun up when he stepped out the door. The dogs looked up, Harvey actually sat up, and looked at him, "Stay here, guard the castle," he knew they were just as protective of their refuge as he was. Harvey had even walked with him for the first couple of miles before heading back up the long dirt road. Days later Alex walked along the warped and broken asphalt. With the landscape barren and featureless, the road lined with dead trees and littered with burned-out cars and debris from a world long dead. A warped metal sign by the side of the road read: LITTER REMOVAL NEXT TWO MILES BY: "CIRCUIT CITY". He knew they were out there, but had seen no sign of the Reapers. Glancing up at the sun, it seemed that each day was hotter than the last. A bead of sweat slid down his cheek, then wound it's was thru the days of scruff on his face. Looking ahead he saw the shadow from an overpass, and was pleased to be a little break from the sun beating down on him. It took a few moments for his eyes to adjust to the radical change in lighting as he stepped in. He immediately felt some relief from the sun above. Up ahead, past the end of the pass, was a figure hunched by the side of the road. Alex arrived to see that it was a young woman, a girl, somewhere in her teens. Not quite bone-thin, dressed in a most unexpected way. Her skin was almost flawless, just a touch of a sunburn on her shoulder made it obvious she didn't wear these clothes often. Her blonde hair was dirty as it was long, figuratively as well as literally, and pulled into handlebar pigtails, obvious that it had been a while since she had last washed. Large hoop earrings glimmered in the sun, so did the ring that pierced her right nostril. She wore what Alex had always thought of as State Patrol Issue sunglasses, just like Poncherello had worn on that TV show. Her chest was barely contained in a far too small and worn thin pink baby t, her nipples just barely visible through the thin material, a bead of sweat trickled its way down into her cleavage. Her bared midriff showed that her belly button was pierced too. What looked like a pair of super short short shorts clung to her, the pink straps of her panties clearly seen high on her hips, and a peek of pink and white could be seen sneaking around the minimal amount of denim cloth that tried to cover her goodies. Garter straps snuck out from under the shorts and attempted to hold up what looked like thigh high tube socks, while her feet were in what looked like a pair of sneakers that sported at least a 3 inch heel. In other words, she would have been expertly dressed for a rave 12 years earlier and was the best eye candy that he'd seen in a long damned time. That's when he knew... and decided to play along. Next to her was a shopping cart she must have been pushing and overturned into a roadside ditch, spilling its contents. Blankets, tins of food, old clothes. She was on her knees trying to gather it up. She looked up as she saw Alex approaching. Instantly she cowered from him, raising her hands to protect herself. Terrified. In a shaky voice she pleaded, "Oh! Please don't hurt me. Here, take anything you want. You want some food? Take it." She offers him a can of pet food with a trembling hand. Alex stands there looking at her. His expression was impossible to read behind the mirrored Oakleys, "I'm not going to hurt you." "That's what the last guys said," she mumbled as if to herself and looking at the broken ground, causing Alex to smirk. He bent down and picked up a couple of the cart's spilled contents and stepped forward and offers them to her, "Here." She blinked. Unsure. Cautiously she reached out and takes it, "Could you help me? The wheel came off. I can't fix it. Maybe if I could get it out of the ditch. But I can't." Alex looked at the cart. It had come to rest in the ditch just inches from a thick broken hedge road that lined the road. He looked again at the girl. Her faded baby t was strained against the flesh of her tits.The fly of her shorts was undone too, her legs bared all up her thigh. He sniffed the air. He eyeballed the hedgerow warily. Just like the cat he had hunted, his senses heightened and on alert. Behind the hedge, three roadside bandits, called Reapers, crouched, waiting to pounce, each armed with a crude blunt weapon. They exchanged anxious looks. Alex sniffs the air again - then backs away from the girl. "One good thing about no soap any more. You can smell Reapers a mile off," she said loudly enough for everyone to hear. The girl's face fell as Alex backed up. The three bandits rushed out from their hiding, Embershing their weapons. A couple of them wore old sunglasses and goggles similar to Alex's. Their leader grabbed the girl by a fistful of hair as he passes, yanking her painfully to her feet, "Dumb bitch. What did we tell you?" He pushed her away, she crumpled to the road in a heap crying while Alex backed away, as more armed bandits dropped from hiding in the trees on the other side of the road, trying to cut off his escape and surround him. The leader of the Reapers asked, "What you got there in the pack?" Alex gave a simple reply, "Nothin'." "Yeah, that's what they all say. How about you take it off real slow and tip it out so's we can take a look?" One of the other bandits noticed the sawed off shotgun strapped to the pack, "He's got a gun." Their leader snickered, "Shit, it ain't loaded. They never are. Ain't that right, old man? Now...Open the fucking pack." Alex let out a slow breath, "No." The bandit leader stepped forward aggressively, within striking distance of Alex. He grinned, teeth filthy and rotten. "Want us to do it for you? We can get it off real easy after we've hacked your fucking arms off." Alex remained perfectly calm. And though he spoke with a soft, even tone, there was something formidable about his voice. "It's real important you boys listen to me and understand. This is MY land. One way or another, you're leaving. For good. It's up to you how." The bandit leader looked at Alex incredulously, and then laughed. The other bandits laugh along nervously. "What the hell are you, some kinda law man?" Alex said nothing, slowly taking a another step back, inching towards the shadows of the overpass tunnel. "Well I got news for you, law man. Whatever you reckon yourself to be, it all left these parts a long time ago. Ain't no one here to protect your ass, to back you up. Now take off the pack and set it on the fuking ground, or fucking die." Alex doesn't move, doesn't say a word, the shadows just a few feet behind him now. The bandit leader takes another step forward and shoves him in the shoulder. "You fucking listening to me?!" the leader of the bandits asked. "I hear you. And if you touch me again, you will never get that hand back." The other bandits exchanged nervous looks. This was not how it was supposed to go. The leader had become fed up, "All right, I had just about enough of this shit..." and lunged forward, grabbing the shoulder strap of Alex's pack. If you'd blinked, you would have missed it. Somehow Alex had drawn his kukri from behind him. Now rivulet of blood snaked down along the blade to finally drip onto the asphalt. The bandit leader's hand was still gripped firmly around Alex's shoulder strap. But it was no longer connected to his arm. The severed hand hung there from the strap, dripping blood. The bandit staggered backward and raised the bloody stump where his hand once was. He looked at it in shock and horror. "What... you just... he just cut my fucking hand off! My fucking hand!" Alex used the blade to pry the hand loose from the strap, letting it fall onto the road as bandit leader's legs give out and he slumps to the asphalt. The leader of the bandits eyes darted around, as though confused. Finally he seems to be able to speak, "What you standin' around for? Kiss him!" Another bandit, this one had a chainsaw, got confused, "What's he talkin' about, kiss him?" Alex smirked, "He's in shock. He meant... 'kill him'," and stepped into the shadows. The other bandits looked at each other and then the five of them started towards Alex all at once, weapons flailing. Before they took their second step following him into the shadows, Alex's shotgun erupted, making quick and effective work of dispatching them. It was over in moments. all of the bandits lay dead or dying in the road, blood pooling out onto the asphalt. The bandit leader crawled toward his severed hand, a few yards away, intent on retrieving it as if he had some way to reattach it to his arm. Alex stepped up and kicked it out of his reach, "I told you you wouldn't be getting that back." The bandit leader looked up to see the figure of Alex bearing down on him, silhouetted ominously against the sun, looking for a moment like an avenging angel, something not of this world. "Who are you?" he asked incredulously. "Alex." And with that, the leader of that band of reapers passed out from loss of blood, dying moments later. Alex wiped the blade clean on the dead man's filthy shirt. Alex turned to see the young girl slumped in the road, sobbing. She cowered again as he approached, certain that she is next. He walked past her, sheathing his kukri behind his back and then reloading the shotgun. He then pulled out the shopping cart from the ditch and rights it. The girl watched incredulously as he checked all of the wheels making sure they all worked the best the that could be expected, and then looked her in the eye and said, "Get all the supplies into the cart." Alex walked over and started to the bodies of the now dead Reapers, the girl sat there in the road looking at him puzzled. "Pick it all up, put it in the cart... Now," with a voice of authority the girl instantly recognized. She began to quickly pick up everything as she'd been told. She looks at him, puzzled, "Why are you doing this?" Alex said nothing, just walked between the slain bandits, crouch beside them and began searching their bodies. He takes a scarf from around the neck of one. Found a Zippo lighter on another, checks that it works and pockets it. When he was done, he had the decency to move them off the road and then five bodies lined neatly in the ditch. The best burial they are going to get. He turned and walked away, going back to the girl. her voice was softer now, "Thank you. You're... a good man." Alex just stood before her. "There are no good men on the road," the girl said softly, sadly, pleading almost. "Where are you going?" Alex took a deep breath and looked back behind him, "East... then North." "Can... can I come with you?" she pleaded again. He just looks at her, stroking her chin with his finger, she nuzzled into his palm "You're mine now," and unzipped his fly. She nodded, a smile even as a tear rolls down her cheek, knowing what's expected of her, "Yes, sir." and positioned herself squatting before him, "What about my sister?" She reached into his pants and pulled his still flaccid, but stiffening, member out. Leaning in she stopped herself just millimeters from taking him into her mouth as she knew she was meant to do. There was something different. He didn't smell of sweat and b.o. or...or at least not nearly as bad as she'd become used to. She looked up at him shocked, amazed, and puzzled. Alex had pulled out one of his canteens and taken a long drink. As she looked up at him, recognizing the look in her eyes, he held the canteen out to her, "Drink," as the sight of her squatting before him began to arouse him more, his cock beginning to swell and fill her small hand. Confused again, she took the offered canteen and took a drink. Another shock as her lips tasted fresh, clean water for the first time that she could remember, unlike the boiled and evaporated piss that they'd had to come to use more often than not. She took a small sip, all that she had been been allowed before. She started to hand it back to him, her other hand automatically slowly stroking him to hardness. "Drink," Alex told her again. She did, downing about half of the canteen. it was the first time she could remember that her thirst was sated in... forever. Her attention was again brought back to Alex's manhood when it twitched in her hand, still growing harder. She almost hated to admit it to herself, almost, but as she engulfed his cock she thought, "I actually kinda like having a clean cock in my mouth," and went to it with an enthusiastic gusto. Looking up at his face she changed that thought to, "No, I like his clean cock in my mouth." It didn't take long before she had her hands grabbing ahold of his butt cheeks as she was now sliding him down into her throat roughly, hardly even gagging... she'd had to do this many times before, but they had all tasted as bad as they'd smelled. Alex on the other hand was clean and tasted, she began to think, the way a cock should. Alex grunted, pleased at the girl's obvious enthusiasm, "Good, she knows who she belongs to now," as he lightly held onto and caressed the back of her head, grunting loudly as she fucked his cock into her mouth and throat. His grunts encouraged her, she already had it in her mind that this was her Man now, and she knew well enough that if she took care of him, he would take care of her, "He fucking took care of those assholes," she thought pleased as she again redoubled her efforts even as her drool started to leak from the corners of her mouth. She felt a tingle in her clit, a of sudden emptiness in her pussy. Feelings she hadn't felt since... Looking up at his face while taking him down to the root of his cock, a string of her spit strung down to the top of her tits before it began sliding into her cleavage, she was sure his eyes were closed. She couldn't tell for sure with his glasses on, but she just knew she was making him happy, that she was pleasing him. She opened her mouth a little more so that he was going deeper into her throat, now making those cute little gagging sounds as she took him balls deep, feeling him grow just a touch more as his cock twitched when she swallowed him and pressed her nose up against his pubic bone. His grip had become firm on the back of her head, fingers now gripping her hair, pulling her back and forth as she began to fuck her own face with his tool with ernest. His breathing had become ragged, he was getting close. More of her drool had flowed down her her chin and had snaked down between her firm young tits, now making its way passed her bellybutton. She could feel her little box begin to get excited, and wet, and needy. Between gritted teeth Alex managed to ask, "Wh...what's your name?" She took his cock out, smearing her spit and slobber across her own face as she nuzzled it lovingly, "I'm Ember!" and stuffed him right back down her throat to the root. "Yes, you... are," and that was all he could take of her expert cock sucking skills. Alex proceeded to unload his balls into her throat, holding her all the way down so his balls were against her chin as he came, and came and came. Just as he thought he was about done, she surprised him again when her tongue managed to snake out and teased his ball sack, causing a surge of extended pleasure and a last spurt of his seed splashed across her chin as she pulled back in desperate need of air. Ember wasted no time in using her fingers to scoop up the spunk that was on her face and get into her mouth. At first it was sheer reflex, it was, after all, what she'd been taught. Then she realized, "Wow, his cum tastes really good!" Again, she was surprised with this man, and confused at the same time. "Clean it up, then put it away now, Ember." She instinctively understood what she was to do. First she sucked the last of his spunk from the head of his cock, licked him clean, and put his cock back into his underwear and button his pants up. "Wow, you've got clean undies too Mister?! Where are you from?!" Alex had to smirk, "Where we're going," he said, finding it amusing at first, but then realized that most didn't have the amenities he did, "Now, what was that about your sister?" Part II Tessa was in her room trying to coax jsut a little more water from the pipes to maybe wash a pair of panties. Her watchers, TJ and Brad, were throwing rocks at tthe windows of rooms they weren't staying in. She rolled her eyes and sighed, "God, what pussies," as more often than not the rocks just bounced off of the glass. She sighed and wondered just what she'd done in her past lives to deserve this, and what it might be like to be with a real man. She was a good girl wasnt she? She did what she was told. "Well, what Bonzer tells us anyways," meaning her and her sister Ember. Bonzer was the leader of this band of road warriors. Tessa and her sister had been found when Bonzer and his crew had managed to break into the old wharehouse type store the 2 girls had been hinding in. They thought they'd boarded it up really good, but... Bonzer had quickly laid claim to both of them, taking both of them as his crew had watched. It wasnt the first time, and for now it would have to do. "Tessa," it was Brad. Again. He walked up behind her, and having pulled his junk out and tried to slap her in the face with it. he laughed, unknowingly sounding like a frat boy from before The Happening. he taunted her, "Thirsty baby? want something to drink? C'mon Tessa, fresh from the tap!" and laughed again. "Go away Brad." He strolled around in front of her, like he was the king of the world, "why dont you get over here, get on your knees, and suck. My. Fucking. Dick... bitch." He really did think he was something special. His smile would have cconvienced anyone, 20 years earlier, that he'd been hard at meth for years. She scoffed and looked up at him, her eyes wearing the dark shadow and heavy eyeliner just the way Bonzer liked it, "Remember what happened the last time you tried that?" she sneered. Her lips glistened in the cherry lip gloss she'd found before this crew had taken them, "Or... did you forget the beating Bonzer put down on ya? Think he wont make good on cutting off your balls?" It was Brad's turn to sneer, "Cunt." Tessa spread her legs wide, hiked up the sliver of black, skin tight cloth that served as her skirt, pulled aside her metallic red panties, barring her young sex, rnning a finger up between the lips of her sex, and then licked her finger "Mmmm...And you will never get any of it." After the Burn Pt. 01 Brad stormed out of the room, the brusies to his ego, and the fact that she was right, was too much. Once he was gone Tessa sighed sadly, pouting and almost to tears at what her life had become. She was scared senseless for her sister, out serving as bait for whomever might wander down the road. She was scared senseless that one of these days Bonzer was going to be gone too long and Brad, or TJ, or both, were going to finally snap and God only knew what they might do to her. Or if Bonzer might find some more of that shit he liked to huff to get high again, gazolin or what ever it was called... what if he got some of that again and he really went off. She thought he might kill them both last time. "We've been here before... we've gotten away before. Probably time we do it again... but," she jerked on the chain that was cuffed to the bed frame at one end and the collar around her neck at the other. After the Burn Pt. 02 ALL characters, despite any physical description, are OVER 18 YEARS of AGE. ***** Part II Tessa was in her room trying to coax just a little more water from the pipes to maybe wash a pair of panties. Her watchers, TJ and Brad, were throwing rocks at the windows of rooms they weren't staying in. She rolled her eyes and sighed, "God, what pussies," as more often than not the rocks just bounced off of the glass. She sighed and wondered just what she'd done in her past lives to deserve this, and what it might be like to be with a real man. She was a good girl wasn't she? She did what she was told. "Well, what Bonzer tells us anyways," meaning her and her sister Ember. Bonzer was the leader of this band of road warriors. Tessa and her sister had been found when Bonzer and his crew had managed to break into the old warehouse type store the 2 girls had been hiding in. They thought they'd boarded it up really good, but... Bonzer had quickly laid claim to both of them, taking both of them as his crew had watched. It wasn't the first time, and for now it would have to do. "Tessa," it was Brad. Again. He walked up behind her, and having pulled his junk out and tried to slap her in the face with it. he laughed, unknowingly sounding like a frat boy from before The Happening. He taunted her, "Thirsty baby? want something to drink? C'mon Tessa, fresh from the tap!" and laughed again. "Go away Brad." He strolled around in front of her, like he was the king of the world, "Why don't you get over here, get on your knees, and suck. My. Fucking. Dick... Bitch." He really did think he was something special. His smile would have convinced anyone, 20 years earlier, that he'd been hard at meth for years. She scoffed and looked up at him, her eyes wearing the dark shadow and heavy eyeliner just the way Bonzer liked it, "Remember what happened the last time you tried that?" she sneered. Her lips glistened in the cherry lip gloss she'd found before this crew had taken them, "Or... did you forget the beating Bonzer put down on ya? Think he won't make good on cutting off your balls?" It was Brad's turn to sneer, "Cunt." Tessa spread her legs wide, hiked up the sliver of black, skin tight cloth that served as her skirt, pulled aside her metallic red panties, barring her young sex, running a finger up between the lips of her sex, and then licked her finger "Mmmm...And you will never get any of it." Brad stormed out of the room, the bruises to his ego, and the fact that she was right, was too much. Once he was gone Tessa sighed sadly, pouting and almost to tears at what her life had become. She was scared senseless for her sister, out serving as bait for whomever might wander down the road. She was scared senseless that one of these days Bonzer was going to be gone too long and Brad, or TJ, or both, were going to finally snap and God only knew what they might do to her. Or if Bonzer might find some more of that shit he liked to huff to get high again, gazolin or whatever it was called... what if he got some of that again and he really went off. She thought he might kill them both last time. "We've been here before... we've gotten away before. Probably time we do it again... but," she jerked on the cable that was cuffed to the bed frame at one end and the collar around her neck at the other. -- After Ember and finished cleaning Alex's cock, and tucked it away lovingly back into his pants, he manhandled the cart out to the ditch. it was fairly well fucked up, pushing or pulling it for just about 10 feet quickly convinced him that it was less than useless. Pulling off his pack, "Put it all in here," He told the girl as he kept an eye out. He doubted that there were any others, but you never knew. Ember happily got to work and quickly got all the canned goods stuffed into his pack. As she was doing so, something fell out. It was a small little plastic baggie, sealed at both ends, and had some yellow thing pink and squishy inside. Ember picked it up, looked it over this way and that, then looked up at Brian with a confused look. "You... don't know what that is?" he asked. She shook her head no, so he took it from her and opened it. Brian broke off a little piece and held it out, "Open your mouth." Without hesitation she opened her mouth, still looking at him is confusion. he pushed the bite of the snack cake into her mouth, her lips closing automatically. Almost immediately her eyes changed to a look of childlike amazement, even as she suckled his fingers by reflex as he pulled them from her mouth. "Oh wow," she exclaimed after swallowing, "that is soooo good! what is it?!" "I don't know, to be honest. But yeah, they are pretty good, huh?" he smiled at her and handed her the rest. "Eat it, we have a ways to walk once we get your sister. Where is she?" Ember pointed, conveniently, to the East as she started to stuff her mouth with the snack cake. He understood her hunger, but too much at once... "Slow down honey, don't eat it all at once." he chided her smiling. She stepped close and leaned against him, looking up at him as she ate the pink frosted chocolate cake, "we're going to get Tessa?" The way she was looking at and talking to him was causing his pecker to wake up again, but that had to wait. "Yeah, we're gonna get Tessa," he told her looking into her eyes from behind his glasses. "You promise?" He smiled, "Yeah, I promise." She put on her best puppy eyes, "And take us with you? And keep us?" He nodded, "And take you with me and keep you." She smiled, now turning on her brat powers, "Both of us? You promise?" "Don't make me spank you," he half threatened, but had to smile with her. She turned slightly so her back was to him, leaned forward and wiggled her but against his crotch, looking back over her shoulder with a happy grin, "Mmmm, but I like spankin's! Especially when Tessa does it... well, I dunno... I may like it more when you do it." It took them about 3 hours to walk there, stopping a ways back, and ducking into another building. He jimmied a door and got into a long forgotten office of some kind. He took her to the back and cleared out a place for her under a desk, the motioned her under, "Ok, Ember... you hide here till I come back for you, ok?" She smiled at how he was protecting her, something she hadn't experienced in a long, long time, "Yes, sir," she said quietly and started to get under the desk." He put his over coat around her, along with his pack next to her. The dark green and brown helped hide her in the shadows. He pulled out a small automatic, and old Berretta M86. He chambered a round and looked at her, "You know how to use it?" Ember nodded enthusiastically, but he still showed her the safety and told her, "if anyone but me comes along, you shoot em. In the face. Twice." Ember giggled, then leaned forward and made kissy lips at him. Alex leaned forward and gave her a kiss, their first on her lips. She caressed his cheek and parted her mouth and snaked her wicked little tongue out. It was several minutes before they broke off, both gasping not for the lack of air, but instead from the passion stirring inside. He stood, moved some boxes and a couple of chairs in the way before picking up his shotgun and walked off, as he adjusted his cock in his pants. Ember sighed and sat back and got comfortable in her hiding spot, still managing to spread her legs wide enough to push her finger knuckle deep into her dripping went cunny. 5 minutes later he'd managed to climb up atop of the building on the far side of the hotel that Tessa was supposed to be in. He pulled out his binoculars as he laid as flat as he could on the roof. He could tell that there was a fire burning from the trails of smoke, someplace between the 3 buildings, the occasionally flash of orange between the buildings. He managed to catch on to the rocks being throw at the windows, the first one bounced off. When the second one managed to break the window he heard the whoops from 2 different male voices echo. So, that much of Ember's story was checking out. It'd been easier if he'd brought a rifle instead. Sometimes you just have to make do with that you've got. -- TJ and Brad passed a large pipe, and a bottle of something, back and forth. No one had the slightest idea what was in either one. The results where obvious. Brad's ego was not just bruised. It had been sliced and diced and laid out to rot. Where did that little bitch come off being such a cunt to him. He was a good looking guy, had more teeth than Bonzer, that's for sure, "Yeah fuck that guy... I'll cut his throat, then what's she gonna do, huh?" TJ laughed, "Careful bro, you never know when he's lurkin' in the shadows!" taunting his friend. "Oh that's bullshit and you know it, man. He... he's not... fuck. Fuck that guy." Whatever it was that they were smoking and drinking was not helping to call down at all, quite the opposite. "One day he's not gonna come back. and then... and then ya know what? Then I'm taking over. Yeah! Then that little bitch is fucking in for it. That fucking whore," he was on a real rant as he stormed into another room and hauled out the matters and tossed it into the bonfire they'd set in what was once the swimming pool. Thru teeth and fists that were both clenched as tight as he could, "I want that ass now. I. Want. Her. Ass. and I want it now." TJ scoffed, "Yawh brah, but what are ya gonna do? Bonzer'll kill us if we touch his bitch." Brad turned and looked at him, the madness in his eyes burned, "Let's do it. Let's both fuck her. C'mon man, let's tear that bitch up!" His madness was contagious, but TJ still was more afraid of Bonzer than he was craving Tessa's flesh, "Uhhh, I dunnnno maaaannnn..." he drew it out. "Fuck that!" Tessa could her them. And she was scared. when these maniacs where smoking that shit and drinking that swill... she had no idea if they'd just pass out, or... - Alex had worked his way around, he knew that there were (at least) 2 of what he thought of as the 'bad guys'. He had to presume that there were more. He moved back to Ember's hiding spot as stealthy he could. About 15 feet away he stopped. He'd heard something. Breathing. No... panting? He crept to her hiding spot and the sound of heavy breathing grew louder. It had to be her. He moved the obstacles that he'd put in place to hide her and jerked back. She was there, with the gun he'd left with her in one hand pointing at his face, just like he'd told her, but her face was contorted, and she was sweating, the look in her eyes was animal like. Then he smelled her scent and looked at the rest of her. Ember had her shorts pulled off of one leg, both were spread wide and fully exposing her hairless sex. She had 2 of her fingers buried knuckle deep in her little holes, her middle finger all the way in her pussy, her ring finger buried in her little asshole. She'd either pissed herself, or she was a squirter when she came. she looked up him, pleading with those puppy eyes, "Please... " Alex was surprised with this, but stepped back as she crawled out from under the desk on all fours. She sat up on her knees in front of him, just long enough to unzip him again, pull his stiffing cock, pumping it a few times in her tiny hands, before she turned around and put her face down so her ass was high in the air. Ember spread her legs then reached back with both hands and pulled her tight ass cheeks apart. Not that she needed to, both of her holes were already quite accessible, but as she spread herself wide, both holes opened just a little bit more. "Please," she begged, "...don't care ...where... just... put it in me. Fuck me. Please." He squatted behind her, rubbing the head to her, literally, soaking wet hole. She gasped when it pressed first against her clit, again when he began to press into the entrance of her pussy, her panting increased. Ember gasped loudly, then began to whisper over and over "oh god oh god oh god fuck me fuck me fuckmefuckmefucke..." Slightly concerned that he might be hurting her, in a bad way, Alex took his time and eased into her slowly. His member was about halfway in when suddenly Ember, all the while continuing her chat of, "fuck me fuck me fuck me," raised her head, the arch in her back seeming almost impossible, and pushed back against him hard. She forced the last half of his cock into the depths of her little pussy so suddenly and hard that his balls slapped against her clit with a wet "smack". When the head of his cock mashed into her cervix she was unable to control herself and call out "FUCK ME!" Alex was surprised by her outburst and quickly wrapped a hand around her mouth. While managing to stifle her cries of passion, Ember seemed to start pushing back onto his shaft that much harder and faster. The walls of her young cunt grabbed his cock, massaging it. Impossibly tight, yet slick as oil spill. Even years later Alex had trouble explaining the sensation of fucking this little minx. Ember raised her chin, freeing her mouth, she gasped as she looked over her shoulder, pleading in her eyes and words 'Please sir," and reached up placed her hand over his and guided it to her throat. She turned her head this way and that, nestling his hand around her neck just the right way... and helped him squeeze, choking herself. "Force me, take me, pin me down, make me yours... take me, Sir... fuck me like you own me." He responded by slam fucking her little twat with all he had. Harder and harder he thrust into her. She squealed and again used his hand to choke herself. Something overcame Alex and he slapped her ass, as sharp crack echoed in the dark room. Her right cheek burned deliciously, the walls of her cunny squeezed harder, her moan encouraging him. Again he smacked her perfectly firm ass, meeting with the same reaction. Ember let go of his hand, releasing her neck, and slumped forward, moaning, "more... more... almost... please... more..." as she sucked on 2 of her fingers, gagging on them til they were coated in her drool. She reached behind herself and put the tip of her middle finger to her asshole, coating it her drool and spit. Alex pulled almost out, just the head of his manhood splitting open her hole, holding her in place he let a long stream of his own spit string out and land on her finger and rosebud, "oh Gods yes," she moan happily and mixed his slobber to her own before using it all to lubricate her finger as she pushed it knuckle deep into her ass. Not waiting for her to finish, his own need over taking rational thought, Alex began to again ram his cock in and out of Ember's fuck hole, now even tighter as she finger fucked her own ass. They were rooting like animals, Alex was barely aware of the danger that he was allowing them be in, but unable to control his lusts. Her energy and enthusiasm fed his own. "Fuck me... fuck your little whore, Mister. Own this pussy... Ahhh!," Ember was saying, even as her eyes were rolling back and her body convulsed and shook. "Oh Mister...Yes... you own me, yes you own me. Fuck my pussy. Fuck my mouth. Fuck my ass, I'll do anything. I'm your girl, I'm your whore. I'm yours..." He felt her cunt spasm and shake as her orgasm over took her. He juices squirted out at her peak, soaking his crotch, down the inside of his legs. And he couldn't have cared less. "Gonna... Cum... cum... Eat it, eat my cum, swallow it!" Ember seemed to suddenly be awake once again, responding to his desires immediately as though they were the most important thing of all. Pulling off him, Ember spun around, he was unsure how, and was again on her knees and taking his cock into her mouth. Half way in, the rest being stroked in her little hands like the piston of 800hp V8 running over 10000 rpm... not that either of them hand any idea what that might mean. Ember's eyes where again rolled half way back into her head as she sucked and jacked off his cock, looking like she was possessed by some sex demon. He growled loudly, at which point she forced his cock down the back of her throat and buried her face into his crotch. His eyes went wide and he exclaimed, "GahhhHHHHH!" as he emptied his balls right into her stomach. -- Tessa could here Brad and TJ getting more and more fucked up on that shit. They were getting more vocal and violent.' "I'm gonna get me some of that bitch... fucking bitch... gonna hurt her. Teach her not to talk shit!" Brad shouted, the anger in his voice echoing to her room and the wide open door. The chain kept her from reaching the door so she couldn't close and lock it. She felt that something was wrong. She was sure that Bonzer should have been back by now. He had Ember with her and that was upsetting her that her sister wasn't back yet. Yeah Bonzer would keep the others off of them, even if they did have to fuck that sticky bastard it seemed like the only way to survive. She didn't know, but she was sure that a couple of the others would be just fine with fucking them both full of man batter and then... she shivered to think about the jokes that had been made... unsure if they were actually jokes... about the things they'd done with or to their victims. There was about an half hour of calm and peace. Not a peep from the guys. That was almost more unsettling. She thought she'd heard something, a whisper carried on the air. It made her think of Ember. She had a flash in her mind of Ember reaching a sexual peak. She knew that she was ok, happy even. It brought her a smile to think that her sister was happy, she had such a beautiful smile. And that look in her eyes when she was needy, or how cute she was when she was spent... Tessa jumped as she heard first one, she was sure that it was Brad, and then the other beginning to beat on something. smashing and crashing, howling at the moon. Brad was getting worked up into a drug and alcohol fuel rage, TJ was close behind and feeding off of the other. Closer. They were getting closer. "YEAH!" said one, she could tell any of them apart when they screamed and shouted. The other hollered, "Tear that pussy up! Tear that ass up!" "Fuck Yeah," screamed the first. "Fuck this bitch up!" Tessa was shaking, so scared she was unknowingly a hair's width away from pissing herself. Suddenly a moment of silence. -- Fifteen minutes later Ember, and Alex, where still tangled together. In a satisfied whisper, "So yummy..." as she traced her fingers along his cock. "So, you're sure you want to be the one to do it?" She looked up into his eyes, "So... you're gonna let me?" He furrowed his brown and took a deep breath. "Come on... he's a totally jerk and mean. Besides, you'll be there watching over me." Another 10 and he was back outside, now well after dark. Slipping into the shadows, making himself a part of the dark, Alex made his way first across the street and then down towards the long abandoned hotel. Ember waited a few more minutes and the strolled down the middle of the road. She was almost glowing as she strutted down the road as only a woman who'd just been well and properly fucked could, almost a skip in her step. She had a grin on her, the kind that seemed to sing, "Someone's gonna get it..." -- Brad had really gotten himself worked up, almost foaming at the mouth in his frenzy. He'd taken a pole once used for the umbrella at a pool side table, beating anything he could reach as hard as he could. His guttural rant was no longer understandable, he was just hollering, growling and smashing anything at hand. JT wasn't too far away from Brad's state of mind. Both probably would have been clinically nuts. JT was just a little less crazed. He was moshing with himself. Swinging a chair over his head, smashing the air. He flung the chair as hard as he could, watched it wobble in the air. JT watched as it crashed into the sidewalk 30, 40 feet away and slide for maybe another 10. He froze and was confused for a second when he realized that just past the wreckage was Ember