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Salvation Pt. 01

By: spaldan



Part 01: The Long, Dark Road

He could not remember how old he was, or the last time he had felt truly clean. This was how he woke every morning, with these same thoughts. The dry, gritty dirt got everywhere. Into his hair, in the folds of his closing, even into his nose while he slept. As he shook himself awake, he wiped the sleep and the grime from his eyes. The dirt that settled on him nightly, the white grit that blanketed this part of the earth, was his least favorite plague. He could not remember the last time he woke completely free from its contamination, but then again he couldn't even remember how old he was.

He had been twelve when the Earth was scorched, that much he remembered. He recalled his twelfth birthday, and the sugary blue cake that his mother had presented him. His mother. He couldn't remember her face now, and barely recalled the sound of her voice. The long, hard, empty years between then and now had stolen that from his memories. But he remembered her laugh, light and sweet, and the smell of her perfume when she picked him up from school. For his twelfth birthday, his father had given him the sharp hunting knife he carried with him still. His mother had disapproved of the lessons in hunting and shooting, of cleaning fish and skinning rabbits, for a boy so young. But his father, whose hard and gruff face he had never forgotten, knew that twelve was old enough. And it was those lessons that had kept him alive through the twenty or twenty five years since the sky had burned.

He touched the knife affectionately, running his finger along the cold, clean steel. He always took good care of his tools, as his father had taught him. Those lessons from his father and the smell of his mother's perfume were all that remained of his parents since the day the Earth was scorched and his family had been stolen from him. He slapped the dust from his well worn backpack, it's once dark green fabric long ago faded to a dull grey. Some still called that day of fire "The War," though it had basically begun and ended with that one spectacular calamity as far as he could tell. The lean years since that day had muddled together, and he could no longer remember how many there had been. He had survived, by some miracle, and that was all that mattered.

He had spent the night in the relative shelter of a skeletal old shack. It had been a modest home once, but the front facade had crumbled into a pile of debris some years before. Crumbled much like the rest of the world. He put his gloves on before patting one of the corner beams of the shack in parting. The gloves completed his head to toe covering, even in the warmth of the late spring day. He would sweat, for sure, but sweating was safer than exposure. His feet took the first steps of the day, heading eastward. The coasts had been obliterated into blackened worlds of glass and ash, and he had learned two things since he had first joined the road so long ago. Keep to the middle of the country, and keep moving. Staying still welcomed death. He could feel the soles of his boots were wearing thin, but he had already scrounged a new pair. He was doing well so far on this day, and in this world every good moment had to be enjoyed.

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It was mid morning when he could smell the water. The land around him had been dry and brown, but even from a distance the stream smelled clean. It had to at least be a stream, and where good water met the road, it meant danger. Before he got too close, he left the road and proceeded into the brush far off the path. When he was almost out of sight of the road, he turned and began to parallel its course once again. In the still air, he could hear the babble of flowing water before he could see it. He worried he might suddenly come upon the water in the brush, he spotted a small stand of low trees where the water met the road. Once he had sighted it, he did as he had been taught, and hunkered down low in the dry brush.

There was something shiny in one of the trees, reflecting glints of sunlight. He sat for over an hour and saw no apparent movement. The reflecting light made him nervous. He saw a thin cloud of dust approaching from the horizon on the opposite side of the river and believed the safety of this crossing was about to be tested. He took a warm swig of water from his larger canteen and waited.

The dust trail soon resolved itself into a man on horseback, wearing white fabrics and two women carrying large jugs walking along behind the horse. A horse likely meant an established town. An established town would explain why there were so many people on the road, but not why they would risk venturing out for water. The women hung back as the man approached the stream. The man appeared to actually be carrying a pistol, which was extremely rare to see these days. The horse splashed through the shallow stream, the man's head swinging left and right as he scanned the trees and the land beyond the stream bed. After a minute of careful observation, the man gestured to the two women, and they began to approach the water with their jugs.

Observing from the brush, Evan spotted the movement in the tree closest to the water. Something large was hidden in its branches, and whatever was reflecting the sunlight began to move. The man on horseback must have seen it too, for he turned in its direction, just in time to see the object streak from the tree. The arrow caught him squarely through the neck. Evan thought it was either a remarkably aimed shot, or the shooter had been aiming for the man's head and missed. Either way, the rider toppled backwards off his horse, his legs somersaulting over his body before he hit the ground in a heap, never moving again.

One of the women screamed, and turned and ran. The other remained frozen at the edge of the river. The horse the man had been riding was startled by the loss of his rider and the woman screaming. The horse charged off into the brush at top speed, stopping briefly only to kick its powerful hind legs out behind it. The fleeing woman did not get far before a cleverly concealed hatch beneath a scrub bush lifted up and a man sprang out. As the man lept out onto the road, the running woman ran straight into the waiting man's arms. They were highway men then for sure. Two men swiftly swung down from two trees near the river. One was the arrow shooter, the other a shorter and skinnier man who Evan had not spotted. The men surrounded the second woman, who remained motionless.

Evan slowly dropped onto his stomach and began to creep closer. One man in a tree he could have taken, probably even two. But going up against three men was a gamble, and he had learned never to gamble in this dangerous world. So instead, he crawled through the dry and gritty dirt towards the men and the screaming women.

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It was Evelynn's worst nightmare come true. The two dirty men were circling her now, and she could smell the sweat and the stink on them. They were smiling leering smiles, and it disgusted her. It was a wonder Bernard hadn't been able to smell them from the river. Poor Bernard. If Evelynn looked over at his crumpled body, she knew she would burst into tears. And tears would not help her now. She was already trembling with terror. As she warily warded off the circling men, she could see the third brute was wasting no time. He was already on top of Megan, pinning her to the ground and tearing roughly at her clothes. Evelynn heard her daughter scream, and it drove an icy dagger through her heart. The tears came, despite her best effort.

Badger, conversely was delighted. His trap had worked perfectly, better than he could have ever hoped, and his heart was on the verge of bursting with excitement. He and his two men had waited in the trees on and off for three days. Not a soul had wandered along the road in that time, and his men were on the verge of giving up when this little group arrived. Now not only did they have a man with nice things to steal, they had women. And two women! Women sold to the right people fetched an enormous price, and old Badger knew the right people. 

"Please," was all Evelynn could muster beneath her tears. "Please, don't hurt us." Badger and Tom both laughed heartily in response. Evelynn could see the hard edge in Badger's eyes, and beneath that something even worse. She saw burning, naked desire.

"Please, don't hurt us. Don't hurt that one," She said, pointing to her daughter. "Just tell us what you want."

"We want you, dearie," Badge replied with another laugh. "We want you and you are going to give us everything."

"Please, I'll do anything if you don't hurt the other girl and you let us go." That made Badger stop and think. This one in front of him was not a bad piece. She was a little older, not quite 40 he guessed, but she had a pretty face and nice body. The other one, the one who was screaming, was a real prize. She was obviously younger and had a nice, full set of breasts on her. She would be worth a big pay day if he could sell her unmangled. 

The girl screamed again, and Badger turned to look at her. "STOP!" He bellowed to Finn, who had managed to get the girl's legs spread and was now positioned between her naked thighs. 

"What?!" Finn replied in clear annoyance.

"Stop, I said. Can you tell if that one's a virgin?" Badger called over.

Finn unceremoniously licked his index finger, and then with the girls legs pinned beneath him, shoved his fat digit into her little hole. "My God, she's tight," he said and he probed into her. She screamed long and deep at his penetration, feeling the dirty finger prying her lips apart. Finn was about to slap her face hard to shut her up when his digit brushed against the membrane of her maidenhead. 

"Oh man," He yelled out with yet another laugh, "She sure feels like a virgin."

Badger turned back to confront the woman in front of him. "I'll make you a deal, dearie," Badger growled. "Finn over there won't mind taking a piece of your ass, but Tom and I like our ass to cooperate. That's what we gets for spending too much time buying whores. Deal is, you do everything we tell and you cooperate real nice and we won't harm a single hair on that young one over there. You gives us the ride of our lives, and we won't hurt that other one."

Evelynn bit her lip in indecision. She knew she couldn't trust these men, and the truth was they had already harmed several hairs on poor Megan. But Evelynn also knew these men would take what they wanted whether or not she complied. At least by cooperating she could hope that her daughter would be spared. Megan screamed again, and made up her mother's mind.

"Alright, alright," she blurted out, "I'll do what you want if you get that brute off of her."

"FINN!" Badger yelled. "Bind that girls arms and legs and then leave her be!"

"WHAT?!" Finn roared back in anger, one of Megan's full and firm breasts already exposed and in the palm of his hand.

"YOU HEARD ME!" Badger returned with a murderous glare. "Now do what I say and get over here." Finn reluctantly did as he was told. Badger turned back to face Evelyn once again. "Now I'm doing what I promised, you do what you promised. I want you to come over here, get on your knees, and suck my cock."

Evelynn was still shaking, but when she saw Finn finish tying her daughter and leave her on the road, she knew she had to deliver what she promised. There was a chance she and Megan might still escape this terrible calamity alive. And the truth, deep down in Evelynn's heart was that the world had been getting worse and worse, and every dark day that past had led her to believe that she would likely meet an end just like the one currently before her. She had managed to protect her daughter for over eighteen years, which was a miracle in this world, and maybe she could protect her for a little while longer.

She walked over until her face was inches from Badgers, and knew this was going to be terrible. The stink of his breath was overpowering, and smelled clearly like rotting teeth. She dropped to her knees and fumbled for the front opening of his dirt encrusted pants. This drew a laugh from Tom and Badger, but Evelynn continued her fumbling. There was no escaping this, she might as well get it over as quickly as possible. She was not surprised to find another layer beneath badger's outer pants, but was surprised to feel how filthy it felt in his pants. There was dirt and leaves and shredded pieces of cloth coming loose in her fingers. As she dug deeper, her hand finally brushed against the heat of Badger's semi-erect member.

She pulled his cock free and nearly gagged in response. It was absolutely filthy, covered in old sweat and dirt, and smelled like a well worn sock that had not been washed in months. Evelynn was horrified that someone could be so unclean. Badger saw Evelynn's disgust and laughed in response. This stupid woman had lived her life in comfort and relative luxury while he had shivered through a cold life on the road. He was going to make this woman pay dearly for daring to leave her sheltered life to wander into his world.

Evelynn spit hard into her hand then tried to pull some of the dirt and old sweat off of Badger's cock. The dick was rather large and thick, maybe seven inches long. As she grasped it between her wet fingers and pulled on the filth around it, her mind briefly marvelled at how heavy it had felt in her hands. Badger mistook her ministrations as an attempt at a hand job, and slapped Evelynn's hand away.

"I didn't say jack my cock, slut, I said SUCK my cock," He instructed. By now, Finn had joined the other two and all three laughed down at Evelynn's kneeling form.

Evelynn had at least managed to get some of the sweat off of Badger's cock, and was a touch grateful for that. She dutifully grasped the base of his member and leaned forward to suck the semi rigid head into her mouth. Badger sighed with pleasure as he felt the warm wetness of her mouth close around his fat cock head. She may not have had the talent of an experienced whore, but somehow her gentle touch felt better. Evelynn sucked down on his fat pole and ran her mouth as close to the base and his crusty pants as she dared before sliding back up to the tip of his shaft. She felt him expand in her mouth and actually felt pleased. It had been a long time since she last sucked cock, and had only done this for her husband. But there was a time, before the terrible war that tore apart her world that she had actually been good at this. She remembered that time now as her tongue danced along the underside of Badger's shaft. She sucked hard as she drew him into her hot mouth. She smiled inside at the thought of being a good cock sucker. What a world it had been, she thought, as her wet mouth slid up and down his now fully rigid pole. A world where life had been full of so many luxuries that a young woman could actually spend time working at giving good blowjobs.

Badger stifled a gasp. This woman was good. At first, Badger wanted to ridicule the slut for being so good at cock sucking, but changed his mind. He wanted to keep this secret for himself. The way she sucked firmly on his member as it slid into her mouth was driving him crazy. He realized it had been almost a year since he had enough money to pay a whore to blow him. As the woman's wet mouth accepted his thick pole and her tongue rubbed against the underside of his cock head, Badger fully felt how long it had been since he had had a woman. This whore was a real treat. Hookers were skilled, but fast and insistent. This woman was gentle as her mouth slid up and down his pole, and she knew how to please with her constant sucking. She wasn't too bad looking either. Nice, blue eyes, long light brown hair, and a nice set of tits. He was going to blow his load quickly if he wasn't careful.

Badger's mood changed to pure irritation when Finn interrupted. The overly eager younger man dropped to his knees behind Evelynn, and bumped his crotch against her taut backside. "Two of us can get a piece of her at the same time," Finn said as he grasped the woman's hips.

Evelynn cringed but did not stop bobbing up and down on Badger's now throbbing cock. She had feared but expected something like this. At least the leader appeared to be enjoying her blowjob, she thought. That might count for something with this scraggly lot, even if the bastard behind her seemed ready to shove his prick into her without even touching her first. She attempted to gird her body against the possibility that the fucking would hurt.

Badger, however, was supremely irritated at Finn's insolence. Badger actually leaned down and pushed the younger man away. "Get off, you lout," Badger growled. Then he had an idea, maybe a great idea. If the cock sucker felt good, maybe she'd do an even better job on Badger's pole.

"Tom," Badger called to the third man, who was standing to the side absently rubbing his crotch. "You ever eaten a nice, clean pussy before?"

"No boss," Tom replied.

"Then get over here and try out this piece of snatch," Badger ordered, with another gruff laugh.

Evelynn felt a cold chill. First she had been terrified that these men would savagely rape her, but now she feared the possible embarrassment as well. As her wet mouth slicked Badger's pole with her saliva, and her hand joined her mouth in sliding up and down his thick pole, she deeply feared the thought that she might enjoy their attention to her pussy.

Badger's legs were tensing, and Evelynn could tell that he was getting close to cumming. She knew that cumming in her mouth was better than him plowing his pole into her pussy, or worse trying to use her ass. Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced over at Megan. Her daughter was now sitting up in the dirt road, her lip swelling from a blow, and her hands and feet bound with leather straps. Evelynn flushed with shame as her daughter watched her bobbing her head up and down on the strange man's cock.

Then Evelynn felt the hem of her loose dress lifting, and a rough hand caressing her smooth bottom. The hand spread her legs apart, and soon after there was a wet tongue flicking at her thighs. It had been a long time since a man licked her down there, and still terrified, Evelynn concentrated on swirling her tongue around the fat prick sucked between her lips. Then the tongue between her thighs licked slowly up and down her sensitive pussy lips. The contact caused a warm heat to begin to spread down through her womanly parts. As the tongue lapped at her feminine opening, Evelynn could feel her pussy begin to moisten. The fear of shame built within her.

Badger could feel the difference as soon as Tom's tongue made contact with the whore's pussy lips. Her mouth sucked down harder on his throbbing cock, and her hand began to turn as she slid up and down his wet pole. His plan had worked perfectly, the whore was excited. Sparks began to shoot up from his crotch and through his body as the slut's grip tightened on his member. Her wet, sucking mouth was turning him on as her lips slid over the fat head of his cock. 

The one called Tom knew what he was doing, and Evelynn stifled a moan. The younger man had lapped his way up her pussy lips and was beginning to flick at the edges of her clit. Evelynn felt tiny sparks of her own flowing out of her crotch. The wet tongue in her pussy was lighting a fire by brushing against her sensitive bud, and she was terrified the flames of passion would overtake her. Without realizing it, she responded by rubbing her tongue furiously against the sensitive spot on the underside of Badger's shaft, just below the crown of his cock.

That was too much for Bagder. The whore's mouth was sliding up and down his pole, her hand rubbing against the sensitive skin of his shaft, and now her tongue was slithering against his sensitive crown head. The pleasure built to a rapid crescendo, and Badger felt the tingling orgasm shoot up through his crotch and out of his cock. He groaned loudly as the first, thick spurt of cum erupted out of his pole and shot into Evelynn's hot mouth. Surprised by the initial blast, Evelynn instinctively swallowed. Badger was lost in the white heat of his orgasm, and the second spurt blasted again into Evelynn's mouth, quickly followed by a third. The cum began to leak around Evelynn's lips, and she spat the white spunk out onto the dry grey dirt between Badger's legs. As his orgasm tickled his toes and his spine, Badger gave one last weak splash of cum from his cock, which caught Evelynn's chin and then dribbled into the dry ground. Badger fell backwards, satiated, and rested on his naked rear end in the dirt. 


Salvation Pt. 01



Tom's attention had not stopped, and now he was rubbing slow circles with his flat tongue around her most sensitive bud. Evelynn dropped to all fours and hung her head, hoping to hide her face in her hair. Again, out of the corner of her eye, she saw her daughter watching her. Megan was watching her mom getting eaten by a highwayman. The sensation of the rough tongue rubbing random patterns on her clit was too much. She could feel her pussy flooding with her own wetness, and her nipples hardening with arousal. Evelynn bit her lip, trying to stifle a moan as the bandit suckled on her clit. He drew the hard nub in between his lips, and once it was trapped in his hot mouth, he rubbed it rapidly with his tongue. Evelynn whimpered as the pleasure of arousal built within her. Tom's sucking on her clit was the most intense pleasure she had ever felt, and the heat building in her crotch was irresistible. She knew if he kept it up, she would cum.

Tom's mouth withdrew, and she felt him shifting behind her. Scared, she remained still. She glanced out from under her hanging hair, intending to check on her daughter, and instead was confronted with the sight of Finn sitting in the dirt and jacking his exposed prick. His small dick was wrapped in his hand, and he was furiously jacking away at his member.

Finn distracted Evelynn just enough that she was surprised again when she felt the hard cock head pressing against her pussy lips. Tom's prick nestled in her wetness between her lips, and pressed at her tight vaginal opening.

"Good idea boss, she's all wet now," Tom said as he pressed harder against her opening. Tom pushed, and Evelynn gasped as his prick slipped between her wet folds and into her vaginal canal. Tom groaned as he felt the wet glove of Evelynn's pussy sliding against his pole. As he sunk his full length into her, he closed his eyes and reveled in the feel of her soft wet skin sliding against his sensitive member. It hurt Evelynn a little to take his full length, but when he withdrew and plowed back into her, the stretching feeling was gone. Submitting on all fours, she hated it, but Tom's cock felt good. He withdrew again and bucked his hips upwards, relishing her hot wetness as his cock sank into her. His bucking motion rubbed the fat head of his cock against her G spot as he entered, and Evelynn felt tingling pleasure flowing through her pussy. More sure of himself now, Tom grabbed Evelynn's hips in his strong, dirty hands and pulled her velvety pussy back onto him as he thrust forward and speared her on his pole. In and out he went, feeling her soft pussy lips grasping him as she felt his pole pushing against her G-spot, and the fucking began to feel good for both of them. Tom bore down harder, as Finn sat to the side furiously jacking his cock. Tom shoved his thick meat into her tight opening and she remained helpless beneath his strong body. She could feel her pussy getting wetter and the excitement building in her as he pushed his cock into her, and she bit down on her lip again to keep from whimpering with pleasure. In and out, in and out he went. She could feel the beginning of an orgasm building in her as Tom plowed into her over and over. Just as her orgasm was on the verge of escaping, Tom felt the pure joy of her slick pussy cause his own explosion. Her tight, velvety tunnel accepted his prick once more, his orgasm took him and his world filled with sparks of pleasure. The orgasm racked his body, and he shot his seed deep into Evelynn's pussy. He held himself deep into her as load after load expanded his cock and spewed out of it, coating Evelynn's insides with his delight.

As the last spurt left him, Tom fell back in a slight daze. He was so happy, and tingled enjoyably all over. Evelynn was very disappointed. She had been close to coming from this murderer's assault, and he had left her both unsatisfied and full of his sperm. But Evelynn soon felt two strong hands grasping her hips again, and without warning another prick was pushing its way past her well lubricated folds. This dick was much smaller than the first two, and without even looking back, Evelynn knew it was the one called Finn, the bandit she most detested.

Finn couldn't wait, he lept to his feet to fill the spot vacated by Tom. He had his smallish prick buried in the whore's cunt almost before he realized it. It was so nice and warm and squishy inside her, and Finn had been turned on since the moment he first tackled that younger whore. Finn bucked his hips frantically into Evelynn's wet snatch. It felt so good to have his cock in this soft, warm, wet tunnel. He bucked recklessly, like a dog humping a leg, because he knew he wasn't going to last long after all the excitement. At first, Evelynn was very irritated. She hated Finn and he clearly wasn't very experienced with sex. But then his small prick surprised her again. His amateur hip bucking motion was jamming the head of his small prick against the bottom wall of Evelynn's pussy. That cock head was rubbing directly against her G spot. Finn's cock was hitting her perfect spot. 

"Oh God," she whispered, trying to hide her arousal.

Finn shoved his prick gleefully into her warm tunnel over and over again. He loved the way her pussy sucked on his sensitive cock skin as he withdrew. Without realizing what she was doing, Evelynn arched her back to bring his cock head into more direct contact with the bundle of skin that formed her G spot. The result was his hard prick rubbing right against her pleasure center. With every rapid thrust, both their bodies began to fill with tingling sensations. Evelynn felt her toes begin to curl, and began to pant involuntarily.

"Ah, ah, ah," she panted softly, trying to hide how good the fucking felt. The last thing she wanted this asshole Finn to know what that she was enjoying his attention.

Finn was oblivious. So close to his own final release, after waiting for his turn, he couldn't even control the rising sensations inside of him. They built like a fire out of control as he sank his meat hard into her hot, wet box. Two more rapid thrusts, and the pulling of her pussy walls on his dick was too much for him. He thrust hard, ramming his cock into her G spot and spurting his own hot load into her pussy walls. The sensation was too much for Evelynn, and she came as she felt his seed erupting out against her hard nub.

"Unnnnnnnnnggghhhh!!" she grunted, trying to hide her own orgasm. The waves of pleasure rolled over her body and she lost control of herself. The orgasm flashed inside her loins and spread throughout her, curling her toes and her fingers, just as Finn's own orgasm began to subside. Finn fell back into the dirt next to Tom, lost in the happy residue of his orgasm as Evelynn collapsed down into the dirt, satisfied by her own body's joy.

Megan had seen enough and took off running. She was on her feet in a flash, terrified by what the men had been doing to her mother, and tried to scramble down the road despite the leather bindings on her ankles. It took Badger a second to tuck away his flagging penis, but he was on his feet and after Megan in a flash. Tom was on his feet and stumbling awkwardly after the girl not far behind Badger. Despite their large speed advantage, Megan was down the hill and over the horizon before Badger finally caught up with her. Seeing the futility of her escape, Megan stopped running and began to cry again. Badger launched himself at his escaping prize, and tackled her roughly so they tumbled into the dirt road.

That was all the distraction Evan needed. He had been carefully crawling on his stomach through the brush towards the little stand of trees. He wanted to think of himself as a good person, but he also understood the value these women represented to him. They meant a settlement of some sort. They meant supplies. Evan had carefully crept to the edge of the clearing without being noticed, all the while watching the thieves have their way with the older woman. When the younger one took of on her shuffling run, Evan saw his opening. The lead bandit was up and running, and then the second bandit followed. The third stayed behind, putting his boot on the back of the woman lying on the ground, but all his attention was now focused down the road where his companions had run. That would prove to be a fatal mistake, as Evan silently sprung to his feet and managed to slip behind one of the trees.

Evelynn looked up at the brute looming over her. "Please don't hurt her," Evelynn implored. Finn responded with a soft kick to Evelynn's mid section. His accompanying sneer did not last long. As Evelynn looked up at the thief, she saw a flash of light on steel. The young man grabbed at his throat, and Evelynn could see the dark red blood beginning to flow through his fingers. Finn was stunned, and gasped futilely as he tried to draw air into his lungs. He choked, turned pale, and fell to his knees without a sound. Before Evelynn could even roll over into a sitting position, Finn was on the ground and dead.

Another gruff looking figure loomed over Evelynn. She was about to scream when the new man pressed his finger over his lips and motioned for her to remain silent. Still stunned by the sudden death of her rapist, Evelynn did what she was told and allowed the strange newcomer to lead her off into the brush behind the trees. The man was tall and fit, full of lean muscle that was evident even with what appeared to be several layers of clothing. He had a face full of stubble that showed signs of turning from brown to gray. But the most striking thing about the man was his deep blue eyes. They reminded Evelynn of the ocean she had seen once, and made her want to trust the newcomer. After the man had led Evelynn some distance away from the clearing, he pressed her down into the grown so that she was laying flat behind a clump of dry bushes.

Badger was furious at the stupid young pup he was now leading with a forceful hand on the back of her neck. But his fury turned to fear when he made it over the rise of the hill and in sight of the stand of trees. Finn was laying in the dirt, an obvious pool of dark blood around his body, and the other slut was nowhere to be seen.

"Finn!" Tom cried out in surprise, but there was no answer other than the sound of the wind.

"Hush fool!" Badger harshly whispered to Tom. There was a chance that the woman had done this and run off, but Badger knew better. Someone else had come along and killed Finn. Maybe someone else from the woman's village, or maybe another group of highway men like the one he led. But one thing was quickly sure to Badger. Someone had killed one person in his group, and whoever it was might have the potential to kill the other two. 

"There's danger down there," Badger instructed his subordinate. "We've got to take this prize of ours and get away."

"We're just going to leave him?!!" Tom pleaded with Badger.

"Yes fool. No telling what might have killed him or whether it might kill us too. Best to get when we got something as valuable as we have." Without another word, Badger grabbed the whimpering girl, turned her around, and began to quickly march her back down the road she had earlier tried to run. Tom lingered for a moment, looking at the sunlight sparkling in the pool of blood left by his comrade. Then, reluctantly, he too turned and hurried to catch up to Badger.

Evelynn wanted to run after her daughter, but Evan restrained her. "Could be a trap," he whispered to her. Reluctantly, she too did as she was told. Evan kept them behind the bushes for over an hour, waiting for any sign that the two killers might return. Evan would have waited all afternoon, but a piece of good fortune finally struck the pair. Bernard's horse returned from wherever it had run, and gently began sniffing at its fallen master.

"Go out and get the horse," Evan instructed Evelynn. "Hold it here."

Evelynn slowly crept to her feet and again did as she was told. She cautiously approached the animal which recognized her, and took up its dangling reigns. She was surprised when Evan did not immediately join her, and stood uncertainly alone in the clearing. She realized she could leap to the back of the horse and attempt to ride off, but so far the stranger had done nothing but help her. After a few minutes of waiting, Evan joined Evelynn in the clearing and helped her to the back of the horse.

"My name is Evan," the stranger offered. 

"What a strange coincidence," she responded. "It must mean something. My name is Evelynn."

"Pleased to meet you," Evan responded automatically. He quickly rummaged through both Finn's clothing and Bernard's. He found a short, sharp knife on the thief, and a pouch of what appeared to be tobacco. He deposited those two items into his pockets, along with a piece of flint that he found on Bernard.

"We need to burry the bodies," Evelynn complained as Evan began to lead the horse towards the stream.

"No time," Evan responded. "No telling what your noises might have attracted or who else might be now watching." 

"But we can't..." Evelynn began.

Evan looked back at her with those deep, blue eyes. He could tell the woman was in shock and wasn't in her right mind. "Those killers didn't even come back to check on their fallen mate. Either they knew how dangerous the road could be, or they are waiting to trap us. Either way, we need to move."

Evelynn intended to ride in silence as Evan led the horse into the stream and then began to follow the water along its rocky bed. But as she took one last glance back at poor Bernard lying awkwardly in the dust, she lost control of her emotions. Bernard dead and her daughter carried off by rapists. Her world was crumbling, and she wept softly on the back of the horse. If Evan noticed, he did not show it.

A long ways out of sight of the trees, Evan turned onto the muddy river bank and began to lead the horse through the low brush. It grunted its disapproval at being led through scraggly bushes, but dutifully followed Evan's lead. They walked through the brush, parallel to the road, for hours. Stopping briefly only to examine the sun as it slid slowly towards the horizon, Evan made to turn back towards the road.

"No," Evelynn said. "Keep going this way."

Evan obliged for another hour, again and again walking beyond the horizon he had seen. He noted that the brush here appeared to be slightly greener and the dirt a slightly darker shade of brown than on the other side of the stream. He began to worry that they would lose the sun and need to make camp when he spotted an enormous stand of trees off in the distance. As they approached, Evan began to think that there was something strange about the trees. When he got closer and could more clearly make out the orientation of their trunks, Evan realized what was so odd. The trees appeared to be planted in well ordered rows, and the stand hand clear corners as if it was planted long ago in the shape of a box.

Then Evan spotted someone standing at one of those corners. He paused and scanned the trees more closely.

"It's okay, go ahead," Evelynn encouraged.

As they approached, the watcher waved his arms. Someone else emerged from the undergrowth beneath the trees and headed deeper into the grove. At 100 feet away, the watcher stood and raised a rifle over his head. Evan marvelled. It was a real rifle! And it appeared to be in good condition. But the gesture was unmistakable, and Evan stopped.

Soon after, a group of three figures emerged from the deep brush beneath the trees and began hurrying towards the visitors. Evan noted that the group appeared to be very old, led by a man who was down right ancient in this world after the world. 

"Greetings," the oldest one called. "Please, come. Bring me my daughter." 

Evan responded to the gesture by walking towards the group, noting that the watcher's rifle was now pointed at him. Evan was stopped by the group just beyond the edge of the grove, and further marvelled that one of the old greeters was a woman. Upon further inspection, the watcher also appeared to be a woman. 

"Forgive me, but I need to speak to my daughter alone," The old man stated. He took the reigns from Evan, and led the horse into the stand of trees. Evan remained with the two other members of the welcoming committee, and stood there in awkward silence. 

After several minutes, the old man returned alone, and gestured for Evan to join him. Evan walked slowly forward, and the two greeters fell into step behind him. Evan peered through the trees and thought he could make out a large settlement in the middle of the grove. All the underbrush and foliage made excellent camouflage for the settlement. The old man walked towards the center of the grove, and Evan silently followed. Only once he was through the brush did he see the wonder before him, and it took his breath away.

There was an enormous building at the center of the group of trees, the biggest Evan had seen since the war came. He could make out patches of the roof that had been covered over in wood, but the majority of the building appeared to be made out of metal and cement, like structures from the days of his youth. A set of large, reinforced steel doors sat over what must have been the buildings opening. A young looking boy and another old man stood guard there, each holding a rifle. Evan could not believe the firepower on display at this strange settlement.

As Evan was led through the doors, he saw that the enormous structure was mostly an empty cavern on the inside. Small structures that appeared to be dwelling were built inside the cavern, like an entire village had been built indoors. Evan could not help gawking as his head turned back and forth, marveling at the structure.

His old guide laughed. "It used to be a Walmart," the old man said. "Do you know Walmart?" Evan nodded. "Some friends and I managed to hold out here just after the war began. It had everything we needed; shelter and clothes, food, water, and most importantly it had guns, knives, and ammunition." Evan was led to a small structure near the entrance to the cavern. Stepping inside, he found four bare walls, an old table, and eight chairs that appeared to be hand made. It was a small meeting room of some sort. Only the old man entered with Evan, and he gestured for Evan to take a seat opposite him, across the table.

"Evelynn has told me your name is Evan," the old man began. "A strange coincidence that you would be the one to rescue her. She told me what happened near the river, thank you for bringing her back to us." He paused, staring into Evan's eyes, and appeared to be weighing something. "Would you mind telling me, Evan, are you a Christian man?"

Evan was surprised, he had not been asked about his faith in many years. Now he paused thoughtfully, before answering. "I was raised Christian and taught about Jesus. I do believe there is a God somewhere, controlling what happens. I haven't prayed in a long time, but I guess if I had to say what I believed, I would say I was still a Christian."

The old man smiled faintly. "Well," he responded, "I suppose that's the best I could have hoped for." The old man paused again for a second before continuing. "I have an offer for you Evan, but first I have a story to tell. My story is about this home and the family it created. They were just my friends once, but these long years have made us family. We have survived much better than most, thanks the the provenance that provided this place for us, but I fear our time is passing. My family fears it too. I suppose you could said I'm the leader, though my family only defers to me because I was the first who came up with the idea of making this our home.

"We've had more than enough food and supplies over the years, between what we learned to hunt and what this building provided. But we have not had many children. Birthing and raising young has been very difficult in this hard world after the world, and we had no doctors or people with knowledge of medicine to help us. In the early years, we managed to stave off the bandits and robbers who tried to take our home. We even survived a raid by a large group of slavers many years ago. But the brightest and strongest of our children, the young man who likely would have led this place after I passed on, was killed in that attack. Some years later, we sent two of our young men out to search for supplies and to try to make contact with any civilization they could find. They were full of wanderlust at the time, and there was not much we could have done to stop them. We have not heard from or of them since they left. The only children left to us were Megan, who was taken today, and my granddaughter, Leah. We also have Simon, who you saw guarding the entrance as you walked in, but he's barely 14."




Salvation Pt. 01



That would explain why all their guards appeared to be elderly men and women, Evan realized. He wondered where this story was going, as he had never had an intention of joining this settlement and he was even less inclined to do so after hearing their story.

"The pump for our old well is failing, which is why we have had to send parties out to the stream to collect water," the old leader continued. "We realize that our settlement is dying, and we've lost most of our young men ," Evan feared where this was leading. "But we have come to realize, in our children lies the future of our way of life. We have not encountered another settlement in a very long time, but from travelers like yourself, we know a few strong communities still remain out in the wilderness." Evan also knew this was true. Some of the larger settlements had begun referring to themselves as kingdoms, though Evan thought that title was a joke. 

The old man pressed on, "If we are going to survive, it is going to be through our children, and we can't guarantee a life for them here. Undoubtedly, you too have heard the stories about a Red Army." Evan nodded in response. He thought the stories were at least half fairy tales, rumors of a horde on horseback that did nothing but rape and pillage. The Red Army supposedly left nothing alive that it encountered. Evan of course wondered how you could know about such a force if it killed everything it encountered.

"If a force like that came for our home, it would wash us away like the ocean washing over a sand castle," The old man sighed. "If our way is to survive, our children must survive to carry it. And they won't be able to survive long if they stay here." Evan was caught off guard by the turn of events. "Leah is now our only daughter left. So this is my offer, Evan. Swear to me that you will take Leah with you and establish her at a settlement somewhere where she can live in safety and thrive. Promise me that you will leave her unmolested and protect her with your life until she is settled in safety, and we will give you all that you could ask for. We have more supplies than you can carry, including rifles, pistols, and ammunition. We will give you and Leah all we can to keep you safe on your journey." Evan was definitely interested. He rarely encountered working rifles on the road, and bullets were worth their weight in gold in this world where force and violence were the rulers of men. All the ammunition he could carry could keep him safe for years. He would likely not encounter such an opportunity again.

"There is more. We have two women still young enough that they might bear us children. We want you to give them your seed." This was not the first time Evan had been made such an offer. Stagnating gene pools in small settlements like these were dangerous. "If you agree to swear to what I have asked, these women will do anything you want tonight. Leah's mother has agreed to do the same, and Evelynn is Leah's mother's sister. Evelynn will also join the offer. Four women for you Evan, who will do whatever you ask of them tonight, provided you swear to leave with Leah tomorrow."

The old man finished, and leaned back in his chair. The pair sat in silence in the quiet room for a minute while Evan considered the offer.

"Okay," Evan said finally. "I'll agree to your offer."

"Swear to me on your honor, before God and all that you consider holy, that you will do as I ask. You will take Leah on the road, leave her unmolested and protect her, until she can settle at a well established settlement."

"I swear it," Evan responded.

The old man smiled broadly. "Good, Evan. Come with me."

Evan was led out of the small meeting room and deeper into the cavern. Several of the settlement inhabitants were now milling around the cavern inside the building, clearly come out to see the strange visitor. Evan could see they were almost all elderly, with a few younger than middle aged. Evan was led into a modest home near the center of the structure. Inside a doorway he found a small living room with actual glass windows looking out into the cavern. There were two ancient looking couches and a large rug covering the floor. Off to one side was a small kitchen, and beyond that was what appeared to be a small bedroom. Evan peeked inside the bedroom and found the room had its own small bathroom. There was a large chamber pot in one corner, and a brass tub that had been filled with steaming hot water.

"This is Leah's home," The old man explained. "She lives here with her mother. Her father was killed many years ago, during an attempted raid by slavers. Please enjoy the bath and make yourself comfortable. Leah's mother will be along shortly to speak with you." With that, the old man closed the door and left.

Evan deposited his rucksack in the bedroom, and stripped off his dirty clothes. He took his small pistol out of the holster in his pants, and took that with him to the bathroom. This could still be some sort of trap, after all. 

The hot water felt amazing on Evan's skin. He dipped his toe in first, then his foot and his whole leg. He could feel his muscles begin to relax from the warmth of the water. In short order, he was sitting in the tub, dutifully scrubbing at his skin with his rough hands. The dirt and grime began to float away from his body. It was never certain how long he would go before bathing, so he always took the opportunity when it was presented. After dunking his head and scrubbing at his matted hair, he settled back into the tub and began to relax. Evan was a little disgusted with how dirty he had gotten, but he revelled in the feeling of being warm and clean.

After a while soaking in the warm water, there was a soft knock at the door. Evelynn's head peeked around the corner. There was a slight bruise and scratches on her cheek, but she looked much better and less haggard than the last time Evan had seen her. 

She gave him a slight smile. "There is a change of clothes for you on the counter when you are ready to come out," she told him. "The women are here." She closed the door and left him.

Evan rose to his feet and dried himself immediately. He found the simple, white cotton shirt they had left him, along with the loose fitting shorts. The shorts reminded him of the boxer shorts he once knew, the fabric was so thin. Evan walked out into the living room and found four attractive women sitting around the wood table. He also noticed that a dark, heavy curtain had been drawn over the dwelling's window. The women rose quickly to their feet, and shuffled about slightly, obviously nervous. The fact that the women were all attractive was a pleasant surprise to Evan. When he had previously been asked to mate with a settlement woman, she had been plain to the point of being homely. He had not had sex in a long time, as was common to men of honor on the road, so he hadn't minded her looks or the offer to have sex with her as much as he wanted. But this group of women, though a little older, was pretty almost to the point of being beautiful. Evelynn stepped forward to introduce the other three.

"This is Ashley," Evelynn began, pointing to the woman farthest from her. "Ashley is 35. Her parents brought her here as a child, and she never took a husband. We hope you will at least be able to give her children," Evelynn explained. The woman had long, slightly wavy brown hair that she wore loosely down her back, and light brown eyes. She was probably 5'4" tall, and Evan would have described her as stout. She wasn't fat, but had the defined muscles and broad shoulders of a woman who did not fear manual labor. Her face was attractive, if not gorgeous, but Evan immediately noticed her large breasts. She was wearing a light summer dress, and her large breasts stuck out proudly from the top of it. Evan was a lover of beautiful breasts, and this pair had to at least be a D.

"This is Jessica," Evelynn continued. "She is 38. Her husband took ill several years ago, and he passed away. They hadn't managed to have children before he died, and we hope you can bless her with them now." Jessica was thin, but wiry with muscle. She was probably 5'8", Evan guessed, with smallish B cup breasts. Her brown hair was work short, cut a couple inches above her shoulders, but she had a pretty face and a nice smile that she flashed at Evan when she was introduced. She also seemed to have greenish-brown eyes, which Evan found intriguing.

"And this is Kate," Evelynn continued. "Kate is Leah's mother, and willing to do tonight whatever you request so long as you promise to keep her daughter safe from harm while out in the wilderness." Kate, although she appeared slightly older than the other two, was by far the most attractive of the group. Kate was beautiful. Her long, straight, jet black hair contrasted nicely with her pale, smooth, porcelain skin. She had a very pretty face, highlighted by two deep blue eyes. She also had a softer, shapely, womanly body, from her feminine legs to the nice curve of her rear. Her breasts appeared to be a full C cup, and still appeared pert under her dress despite her age. 

"And of course, I thank you for saving my life today and getting me home," Evelynn continued. "I thank you from the bottom of my heart. I trust, from what you have done for me, that you will do the same for my niece, and I am willing to do whatever you want tonight in thanks for protecting us both."

Evan stood for a moment, admiring his temporary harem in their light summer dresses, and savoring the anticipation of his good fortune. Then he spoke.

"Thank you ladies, it is very nice to meet you all and I look forward to our night together. Now Jessica and Ashley, I would ask you to lick each other's pussies to warm each other up," He instructed.

The women were clearly taken aback. Jessica's hands dropped self consciously to cover her body, even though she was still wearing clothes. "What?" Ashley responded. "I know we said we would do whatever you wanted, but I didn't expect this. I'm not a lesbian, I don't want to touch Jess."

"Fine," Evan replied with a sigh. "Then sit down and play with yourself. Get yourself wet however you want, and be thankful that I didn't just bend you over and ravage you like a brute."

Evelynn cringed slightly at Evan's comments, which he had made without meaning offense. Jess and Ashley exchanged a look, and then slipped their hands under their dresses and began to play with themselves. After just a few second of touching herself, Jess grew embarrassed and pulled a chair off into a corner so she could sit facing the wall. She lightly ran her fingers around her pussy lips in a place where no one could see her, and she didn't have to look at them watching her.

Evan turned his full attention to Kate, and she found the penetrating stare of his grey-blue eyes unsettling. They reminded her of a hawk who had sighted its prey. Evan casually removed the shirt and shorts left for him, revealing his well muscled naked body. "Kate, please take off your clothes and come over here. I want you to touch me," he instructed.

Kate shyly shed her clothes, but she did not take long. She had expected this, after all. Evan admired her soft curves and womanly body, and noted how clean and unblemished her skin appeared. Skin as smooth as hers was rare in this world. Evan had been right about her breasts. They drooped slightly with her age, but they were still large and full. He almost could not wait to feel them wrapped around his hard cock. But he also knew he had promises to keep. He had agreed to an obligation, and Evan always kept his word. He would have to deal with his promises before he could have his real fun. 

His pole was already semi-erect from the sight before him. Jess was facing the corner but playing with herself, her legs spread in the chair. Ashley had her hand under the hem of her dress and also appeared to be rubbing herself. She was leaned back against the table, her eyes watching Evan. Kate walked over casually and allowed her hand to brush against Evan's swelling cock. There was no mistaking what he had meant by "touch me."

Kate brushed her hand against his stiffening pole again, feeling it twich slightly. She took her delicate fingers and ran them lightly over the length of his rod, feeling how hard his pole was beneath the softness of his skin. She guessed that he was easily seven inches, if not longer, and nicely thick. She grasped his pole in her hands, feeling the heat radiating off of it, and ran her thumb around the crown of his manhood. Evan felt the gentle touch of Kate's hand and felt his member swell to its full length. It had been two weeks since he had even found the opportunity to masturbate, and now the touch of a beautiful woman was almost too much for him. Her reached up and gently cupped one of Kate's dangling breasts in the palm of his hand. He squeezed her soft tit flesh lightly, and she leaned downward to allow him better access to her breasts. Her hand gripped the base of his shaft firmly and pulled upwards. That was enough for Evan, who felt the surge in pleasure from her attention. He took his hand off of her smooth tit and placed it on her hand, signaling her to stop.

He stood quickly. "Alright," he said, "Ashley, hike up that dress and bend over that table. It's time to give you my seed." His first load would be the largest, and he owed it to one of the women trying to get pregnant. He also knew Ashley would take his cock before Jess was ready.

Ashley did as she was told, bending her body over the table and sticking her ass out towards him. Evan positioned himself behind her. He gripped his pole and teased her soft opening with the fat head of his cock. Her outer folds were slippery, she had done a decent job of getting herself wet. He didn't know it, but it was the sight of his young, hard body that got started her juices flowing. He gripped her hips and pressed his cock against her hole. She was tight, but his cock head popped through her opening and slid part way inside of her. Ashley felt Evan's cock brushing against her clit, and then felt him spreading her open as he entered. She felt his invading cock work about halfway town her tunnel, and then withdraw before pushing all the way up into her. He was not surprised to find that she was not a virgin. His hands were firm on her hips as he pulled her back onto his rod. He felt her slippery tunnel sliding against his cock, and it felt good. He began to slowly and smoothly work his cock in and out of Ashley's pussy, enjoying the feeling of her womanhood sucking against his cock skin. As he pumped his thick cock in and out, Ashley began to enjoy the feeling of his pole filling her. She might like this night after all, she mused. Evan knew he would not last long, and eventually motioned Kate to walk closer to him. She stood dutifully next to him, allowing him to draw her warm, naked body up against his. He continued to plow his pole in and out of Ashley's wet snatch while he used his free hand to softly squeeze one of Kate's tits. The erotic sensation of fucking one tight pussy while playing with another woman's breasts was too much for him. A few more thrusts of his strong hips and he came, spurting his hot seed deep into Ashley's pussy. Ashley felt a twinge of regret as she felt Evan hold deep inside of her, and felt him spilling his cum into her. She had begun to enjoy the feeling of him filling her, but accepted his gift as it flowed out of his cock and into her pussy.

After a few moments, Evan slowly withdrew his cock and released Kate's soft breast. He sat back into a chair, reaching for the shorts he had earlier discarded. Evan wiped the mixture of juices and cum that had covered his cock with the shorts, and then tossed them away again. As he had hoped, he remained semi-erect. It had been a long time since he had a good fucking, and there was a lot built up in his tank. The next load he owed to Jess.

"Jess, keep playing with yourself," He instructed. "Kate, come over here and get me hard again."

Kate again walked over to him, and dutifully dropped to her knees between his legs. She picked up his semi-hard cock with one hand and guided it between her soft lips. Evan looked down into her deep blue eyes and enjoyed the feeling of wet heat as her mouth closed over his pole. She sucked down hard on his member, pulling at it as she let it slide from her mouth up to the tip. Then she again drew as much of his pole between her lips as she could, and tugged on it as she slid up towards his crown. Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock as she kept just the tip between her lips. Evan loved the feeling of her rough tongue slathering around his sensitive pole. By the time she dipped and took his length back into her wet mouth, he was almost fully hard again. 

Kate's head bobbed slowly up and down on Evan's pole, her tongue licking the length of his shaft, as he called over to Jess. "I hope you're ready, Jess," he warned. "Why don't you come over and lie down on the table."

Jess nervously did as she was told. She lay back on the hard, wooden table just in front of Evan, her eyes staring up at the ceiling. At the edge of her vision, she could see Kate's head moving up and down on Evan's pole. Evan stood and walked forward with his hard cock sticking out between his legs. Jess felt him positioning his body between her spread thighs, and then press the length of his hard shaft against her opening. Evan put his hands down on either side of her body and leaned forward. She was still staring apprehensively at the ceiling.

"Jess, look at me," Evan said gently.

Her greenish brown eyes met his blue grey stare, and he smiled at her. He leaned down and kissed her gently, his lips brushing lightly over hers. She relaxed her body a little, only now realizing how tensely she had been holding herself.

Evan pushed forward from his hips, and his penis entered her. She was even tighter than Ashley had been, and he felt her walls pushing against his invasion as he slowly sank the entire length of his thick meat into her. She gasped softly as she felt him filling her, her body registering a little bit of pain and a little bit of pleasure. He withdrew, and then slid his big cock back into her warm tunnel. As he felt her hot, slippery pussy walls sliding against his pole, she felt herself stretching to accommodate him. He was big. He leaned down and began to suckle on one of her nipples as he rocked his hips back and forth. His cock slipped in and out of her as his tongue swirled around her nipple. Jess felt her pussy warming, and felt his hot, slippery tongue sliding over her sensitive breasts. A warm tingling began to spread through her body as his cock fucked in and out of her, and instinctively she drew her legs up and closed her ankles around him. He sensed her response and began fucking her harder, shoving his meat into her over and over. Her lips formed an O as he suckled on her other breasts, lightly pinching her nipple between his teeth.

She moaned quietly, and that was all he needed. He thrust deep into her, withdrew, and thrust deeply again, and then he was exploding. Jess was caught off guard by her own pangs of regret as he grunted and began shooting his load deep inside her. She could feel his cock expanding and spurting out its hot cum. He was lost in his own orgasm, the intense pleasure bursting out of him and flowing out of cock. He shot three or four thick ropes, and then he was spent and collapsed on top of her.

He lay there for a moment, breathing heavily and enjoying the afterglow of his orgasm. His obligation had been fulfilled. The women all remained where they were, and watched his naked, muscular form as his torso rose and fell from his heavy breathing.

"Thank you, Jess," he offered as he lifted himself off her body. They had both begun to sweat, and their sticky skin peeled apart as he stood up and then sat back down in his chair. Again, he cleaned the mixture of his and Jess's juices off of his now flagging cock 




Salvation Pt. 01



"Kate," Evan instructed, "Suck my cock again. The rest of you, take off your clothes."

As the other three women slowly shed what they had on, Kate settled in between Evan's legs. She padded her knees with the shirt she had been wearing, and then licked at the head of Evan's cock. She sucked his limp member back into her warm mouth and ran her flat tongue against his soft shaft. She could taste just of hint of salty cum and womanly juices on his member as she suckled on him. She tied her silky black hair back into a tight bun while she held his cock in her mouth, and thought she could feel him slightly hardening. With her hair settled, Kate began to slide him carefully in and out of her mouth. She could feel him starting to get hard again, and lapped at him aggressively with her tongue. When he was back to semi-rigid, she sucked upwards until just the tip of his cock was still in her mouth, and then she twirled her tongue around his hole quickly. That caused him to moan, and she could feel him expanding back into hardness. His thick meat filled her mouth, and she briefly wondered what it would feel like to have this big cock filling her pussy. Evan was enjoying her talented blow job, so she did as she was instructed. She grasped the base of his pole and bobbed her head rapidly up and down on his meat. Her hand joined her mouth, and he could feel it gripping his slipery skin as it slid up and down his pole. When her hand slid up to his tip, she squeezed slightly, like she was milking his cock.

Kate's slobbery blowjob was feeling good. At first he had felt a little numb, even with the sight of this pretty, porcelain skinned woman sucking on him. But her hand and mouth together had turned him on to the point where he thought he could cum again. He felt her mouth sliding up and down his pole and was surprised how well she had gotten him turned on again. It was very tempting to cum in her sucking mouth, but he wanted a rare treat.

"Okay, okay, you're doing great, Kate," he encouraged. "Now I want to fuck your tits. Wrap them around my hard cock again and slide them up and down around me."

Kate looked at him for a second, questioningly, before allowing his hard cock to slip from her mouth. She felt a certain pride that, after two orgasms, she had built his cock back into a tall and solid erection. She did as she was told, lifting her chest to place her full globes on either side of his prick. Then she pressed her big breasts together from the side, laced her fingers across her nipples, and squeezed his manhood between her tit flesh. She lifted her chest up and down, sliding his trapped pole between her soft breasts. Evan loved it. This was his favorite thing to do. He moaned with the feeling of his hard cock sliding between Kate's soft melons. He loved the sight of the tip of his pole disappearing and reappearing in and out of Kate's soft tunnel of tit flesh. She willingly slid her chest up and down, squeezing his meat between her boobs.

"Look at me," he instructed.

Kate had been watching his fat cock head pop out from between her breasts, but dutifully looked into his eyes when instructed. Her deep blue eyes met his grey-blue eyes and he felt sparks jump. He loved her looking into his eyes, and she continued to pull on his pole as it was squeezed between her soft breasts. He was close to cumming.

"You like that, don't you?" Evan asked.

Kate decided to play along. She had already decided to do whatever this man wanted if it would help obligate him to protect her daughter. "Ooooh yeah Evan, you have a nice cock," she responded.

"I love your dirty talk," Evan said back, "Your breasts feel so good around my cock." He felt the burning desire to cum building as her smooth breasts slid up and down over his sensitive cock skin. "You ready for me to cum?"

"Oooh, yeah, cum for me," Kate urged him. He had also been much nicer about this whole situation that she had expected, so she decided she would be helpful.

"Ohhhh," Evan groaned as his cock fucked in and out, in and out of her soft cleavage. "I'm going to cum all over your breasts."

"Ohhh, yeah baby," she cooed in encouragement. "Cum on my tits. Cum all over me baby."

Her sexy voice was all the encouragement that he needed. Evan felt his thighs clench and his toes curl involuntarily and the burning pleasure of orgasm overtook him. He actually gasped as the orgasm rocketed through his cock and he shot his first spurt of cum. The first hot blast of spunk landed on Kate's lips and dribbled down her chin. She did not stop sliding her chest over his exploding pole, and he was turned on by the sight of her persistently milking him with her tits, his cum on her chin. He felt the sliding become easier as his slippery cum slid down between her breasts and lubricated his member. She leaned forward slightly so that the second shot hit her under her chin. The hot cum splashed down on her body, just before the third spurt dribbled out of his cock head and leaked out over the tops of her boobs. She held his throbbing member between her smooth globes while he sat back in the chair again, panting from the orgasm.

It was the best he had felt in a long while. He glanced down at the beautiful woman with the deep blue eyes, so willing to get him off, and saw her breasts still wrapped around his cock. She was covered in his cum, from her chin down to the tops of her breasts, and she actually smiled at him. A part of him wanted to die right there, because he didn't think his life would get any better.

"Evelynn, please get me a glass of water," he instructed. Within seconds, he felt a cool plastic cup pressed into his hands. He drank greedily and downed the whole cup. Kate finally released his cock, and went to get her own glass of water. "Thanks Kate," he said to her shapely backside as she walked away. "You can clean yourself up if you want."

Evan closed his eyes. All the sex had made him sleepy. "Can we go to the bedroom?" he asked.

"Certainly," Evelynn replied. 

Evan walked into the bedroom and laid down on the bed. It was the most comfortable bed he had felt in a long time, he thought it might be an actual mattress underneath him. Feeling the soft comfort of the bed, he almost wanted to drop off into sleep. But he felt the soft form of Ashley getting into bed on one side of him, and Jess sitting down at the foot of the bed on the other side. This was too good of a situation for him to be sleeping.

"Kate, come lie next to me," he instructed. 

Evan rolled onto his side and Kate slid in next to him. He was tired, but absently wrapped an arm around Kate's waist. He felt her smooth, warm flesh beneath his hand and slid the hand up along the side of her body. He could feel her ribs beneath the surface, and slid across her chest and cupped one of her breasts. Evan looked Kate in the eyes, again losing himself in that deep blue. He thumbed her nipple absently, and smiled at her. She continued to stare back at him, a look of anticipation on her face.

"Ashley and Jess, play with yourselves again," Evan commanded. They had both been turned on by their earlier fucking and were happy to comply.

Evan could feel the bed move as both women shifted slightly, and then the subtle vibrations of the two of them playing with their pussies. Even just from feel, Evan could tell that Ashley put much more into her movements than Jess. Evan slid his own hand over Kate's breast, up over her side, and reached down over her smooth ass. It was a remarkably firm ass for a woman her age, though Evan supposed women in this world had to work at lot harder than the women he had known as a child. There wasn't a lot of time for lying around here. 

Evan leaned in and softly brushed his lips over Kate's. He could smell the slight saltiness of her breath. He leaned in and kissed her more firmly, but there was still no response. He tried again, pressing his lips gently against Kate's and slipping the tip of his tongue out to lick at her lips. She finally began to press back against his, returning his kiss. Evan's hand slipped down over Kate's thigh and felt the tangle of her sparse bush. As he kissed her softly and slowly, his fingers slipped between her legs. She was wet, and he ran his finger tips across her pussy lips. Kate stopped kissing him, as he ran his fingers up her wet slit. He slid his moist fingers across her wet bud and heard her gasp. His fingers were soon diddling Kate's hard clit, his lips kissing her neck. He felt her press her body into his, felt the bouncing of the bed as Jess and Ashley masturbated around him, and felt his cock harden once again. Kate began kissing him back, and he pressed his hard shaft against her opening. Lying side by side, she draped her leg over his thigh, opening herself to him as his fingers rubbed at her hard bud. He entered her, feeling his thick cock squeezed as it slid past her tight opening and into her wet tunnel. He mounted her, rolling her onto her back as he sank his fat cock into her. He kissed his way down her neck and over her chest, and his hot mouth found her pink nipple. He sucked on her smooth tit flesh as he began to fuck her, pumping himself in and out of her. This fuck wasn't fast and urgent like the first two, it was slow and hard. One free hand began to play with the nipple he had made slippery while his mouth slid to her other breast.

"Oh yeah... oh yeah," She began to pant softly.

Evan glanced over his shoulder and and his eyes met Ashely's brown eyes. She was watching him fucking Kate while furiously rubbing at her clit. Her chest was flushed and she was panting, clearly aroused. Evan looked back down and Kate's eyes were closed, but her pretty mouth was open with her arousal.

"Ohhhh," she moaned as he thrust in and out of her.

Evan withdrew to his tip before thrusting the full length of his shaft back into her. She squeezed his cock like a slippery glove, and he ground his pelvis against hers. In and out, in and out he fucked his cock, feeling Kate arch her back beneath him. He paused again to grind his pelvis against her clit.

"Oh!" she groaned, "Oh, I'm going to cum."

"Go ahead Kate, cum for me," he encouraged her. "Cum on my cock."

He lifted his hips and began to piston his cock in and out of her, slamming his thick meat into her wet pussy. Kate lost herself in moaning and panting, pinned beneath his weight and his thick cock. In and out, in and out, she felt his thick meat filling her and rubbing her, and she came. It happened quick and she came hard, feeling the orgasm burst inside of her. She lost control of her body, felt his cock filling her pussy over and over, and came with her arms wrapped around his back. 

"Cummmmminnnnnggggggg!!" escaped her through gritted teeth.

Evan could feel her pussy contracting around his big cock, and it drove him over the edge. As he shoved his meat into her one last time, he too came. It wasn't a long burn like the other two, but it was a powerful burst. He felt his cock twitching inside of her as the intense ecstasy washed over him, and knew he was pumping yet another load of cum into one of these women. As the orgasm quickly faded away, he collapsed on top of her sweaty body. He was exhausted, but he thought he heard Ashley coming as he drifted off the sleep.

He felt cold when he woke, and the room was very quiet. The lights had been turned off, and he felt what he thought was Kate on one side of him and Ashley on the other. He was hard as a rock, no idea how long he had been out, but he had to urinate. He slid over Ashely's body to get out of the bed, and saw Jess curled up at the foot of the mattress. Evelynn appeared to be curled up on the other side of Kate. He made his way over to the pot in the corner and relieved himself.

When he tried to slip back into the bed, he found Ashley awake.

"Hey," was all she said, but he thought he could detect a smile in the darkness. 

"Hey" he replied. He was still mostly hard, and he poked his erection playfully into her soft stomach. 

"You want me to do something with that?" Ashley asked. Evan crawled up the bed so that his cock was positioned inches in front of her face. "Okay," was all Ashley said before swallowing his rod. 

She swirled her tongue around his pole while bobbing her head up and down on his cock. She seemed to be eagerly sucking him, so he enjoyed the feel of her wet mouth on his cock. As she slide her mouth back on forth over his thick meat, he reached back and grabbed a handful of her large breasts. It felt so good in his hand, smooth and firm with the nipple pressing into his palm. He thrust his hips back and forth slightly, sliding his cock in and out of her mouth. Ashley willingly sucked on his rod, allowing him to fuck her face.

Evan had a better idea and pulled his cock free of Ashley's mouth. He slid himself down her body until his cock was between her full, large tits. Even his long, thick cock was swallowed when he wrapped her huge breasts around his pole. He pushed in the side of Ashley's tit and thrust his hips back and forth. He always loved the feel of full, smooth tit flesh sliding up and down his pole, and he fucked in and out of her cleavage. As he rocked his hips back and forth, Kate woke and rolled over onto her side. Kate looked up at Evan, and Evan looked back down at her while continuing to fuck Ashley's huge, willing breasts. He wrapped Ashley's melons tighter around his cock, and felt the soft tit flesh squeezing his rod as it slipped in and out of her tit tunnel.

Evam flopped onto his back between the two women, his pole now sticking straight up between his legs.

"Ride me, Ashley," he commanded.

Ashley needed no further encouragement. She slid her body on top of his and he felt her heavy breasts pressed into his chest. Then she slid her hips down his body and he could feel her wet pussy sliding against his cock. She put her hands to his chest and sat up, impaling herself on his pole. Evan felt his cock head squeezed by her tight opening and then he was back inside her hot, slippery tunnel. The wetness and the heat engulfed his member, and her tight pussy lips tickled his cock skin. She ground herself against him, rubbing her exposed clit against his hip bone while stuffed full of his cock. The sensation of him filling her and rubbing her was electric. She began to lift up and down on his cock, sliding her hot, wet pussy over his rod and feeling his thick cock stretching her insides.

"Kate, come to me," he ordered.

Kate moved closer to Evan, and he kissed her fully on the lips. He felt Ashley sliding her pussy up and down over his cock, accepting his hard pole in her tight, slippery tunnel. Evan nibbled his way down Kate's neck, sucking softly on her shoulder.

"I want your breast," he commanded huskily. She could hear the animal arousal in his voice and complied, lifting up onto her hands and knees.

Evan could feel the orgasm building within him again, the fire spreading from his loins. Ashley was now moaning atop him, continuing to ride him, and his hands went to her hips. He pulled her down onto his cock every time she bottomed out on his long pole, grasping her womanly flesh as he fucked her. Kate crawled over until her full breast was dangling over his face, her nipple inches away from his mouth. Then she lowered her tit flesh onto his face, and his sucking mouth eagerly accepted it. Evan flicked his tongue over Kate's nipple and she gasped as his hot mouth closed around her sensitive skin. Kate ran her hand through Evan's hair, offering her encouragement and acceptance. Evan sucked gleefully on the beautiful breast, so willingly offered, as the obedient Ashley continued sliding up and down his pole.

"That's it, big man, cum inside her," Kate encouraged. "Ohhh you feel so good sucking on my nipple like that, let that big hard cock explode inside Ashley's pussy."

Evan felt Kate press her full tit into his face, Ashley's pussy pump up and down his pole, and the orgasm rocketed out from deep within him. The blinding pleasure overcame him and he cried out, muffled beneath Kate's breast. His cock erupted deep within Ashley, his strong hand holding her down on his pole so he could spurt his seed up inside her. Kate's breast, now wet with his saliva, slipped from his mouth and slid over his face as he enjoyed the sparkling after glow of orgasm.

Evan was asleep within minutes, Ashley contentedly draped across his muscular chest. She had not gotten off on his fucking, but she had already cum twice earlier that night and was satisfied. Evelynn was not.

When Evan woke again, the women were gone from the bed. He could hear the distant sounds of movement in the larger building around him, and knew the settlement was stirring. It had been the best night of his life. He walked lazily over to the camber pot, found it had been emptied, and relieved himself into it once again. Evan took some water from a basin, while still naked, and washed his eyes and face. He was drying himself and removed the towel to find Evelynn's blue eyes staring at him. Kate was standing behind her, both women had put back on their light summer dresses.

"Did you have a good night, Evan?" Evelynn asked.

"Oh yeah, the best" he said, looking around the room for his clothes.

"So you're going to honor your word to us?" Evelynn asked persistently.

Evan looked at both of the women seriously now. "Yes. My word is my bond and I honor it. I will take your girl Leah and make sure she is established at a good settlement," he answered.

"Good," Evelynn replied. "Leah is collecting your supplies now." Evelynn paused, and Evan noticed her indecision.

"What?" he asked her.

"Evan..." she paused again. Evan noticed that Kate suddenly looked very uncertain herself, standing behind her sister. "Evan, why didn't you ask me to do anything for you last night?"

Evan was surprised, he had not expected this trouble. "I don't know," he said, gathering his things. "I had a great time so I guess it was just okay that I didn't."

"Evan, I pledged to make you happy, to do whatever you wanted," Evelynn continued. "I want you to take good care of my niece, she may be all I have now but..." her voice caught for a second as she thought of her lost daughter. Then she continued. "But if anyone owed you more than the others, it was me. I may owe you my life. So why didn't you ask me for anything?"

Evan sighed deeply, stopped his fumbling, and turned to face her. He had always tried to be honest and straightforward. "You want the truth?" he asked.

"Yes," Evelynn replied softly.

He sighed again. "You seem incredibly sweet, Evelynn. But I saw what those men did to you, and those men are highway men. I have no idea what diseases they may have and I have no idea what they may have given you. You're VERY beautiful, but I live out on the road. I can't take the risk that you might make me sick." 

Kate's eyes were wide with surprise. All Evelynn mustered in response was, "Oh."

Evan felt bad. "Listen, maybe you don't have anything. Maybe you're clean. I haven't heard of anyone dying from a sex disease in years, but I can't take the chance. You'll know within a few months if you have anything," he said, trying to be comforting.

"No, I understand," Evelynn said, trying to smile. "I should have guessed, I mean, it makes sense. I just thought..." she paused again. "I just thought maybe you thought I was a whore for doing what I did, and you didn't want me."

"No, no," Evan insisted, "Like I said, I think you're really sweet. And I know it wasn't your fault, what happened yesterday. I just can't risk catching anything."

"Okay," Evelynn said, "Thanks for letting me know." A few seconds passed in awkward silence before she continued. "But Evan, I want to do something for you. I owe you, I want to fulfill my obligation. I want to do something to make you happy before you leave."




Salvation Pt. 01



"Okay," Evan said, "What did you have in mind?"

"I don't know," Evelynn replied, "What do you want? Let me do something for you."

Evan thought for a second before answering. He couldn't let her touch his dick, but there was something she might be willing to do. "Evelynn, would you let me cum on your face?"

She actually smiled. "Sure, of course. However you want to, whatever you want to do. You can cum on my face," she replied.

"I'll help," Kate offered.

"Well, okay," Evan replied. While Evelynn was feeling very relieved that she could do something for him, Evan was feeling very confused. He had never had to be talked into having sex before, why did he feel like it was happening now?

Evan sat back on the bed, still naked, and Kate quickly dropped to her knees in front of him. She smiled at him, and then licked tentatively at his semi-soft penis. Evan thought about how beautiful Kate looked, and loved that smile of hers. By the time she sucked his limp cock between her lips, he was already starting to feel the arousal beginning inside of him. Kate looked up at him with her soft blue eyes as she bobbed her head up and down on his cock. She let his half-hard pole slip from her lips before rubbing with her tongue along the underside of the tip of his shaft. Evelynn crawled onto the bed next to Evan and whispered into his ear while her sister sucked up and down on his cock.

"You want to cum all over my face?" Evelynn whispered. "You want to dump your hot, creamy load on my pretty face?"

Evan was suddenly rock solid erect. Kate could feel him expand to full size rapidly in her mouth and wondered what her sister was whispering in his ear. Kate swirled her tongue as she worked up and down his pole, lapping along his cock skin. Evan reached down and tried to fondle Kate's breast as she blew him, his fingers clumsily brushing against her left breast. Evelynn never stopped bobbing her head up and down as she reached up and pulled the dress over her shoulder. She pulled her arm through her short sleeve, freeing her breast, as her head dove down on Evan's shaft. She lifted her tit up to Evan's hand, which happily accepted the smooth flesh and began playing with her nipple.

"I want you to cum all over my face, Evan," Evelynn whispered. "I want you to shoot your hot cum all over my pretty face.

Evan was in sensory overload. Kate's talented mouth was slobbering up and down his raging erection. He was holding her full, smooth breast in his palm, brushing at the nipple with his thumb. And Evelynn was whispering dirty talk to him in a sweet, feminine voice.

"I want you to cum on my face. Please come on my face Evan," she pleaded in a whimpering voice.

Evan felt the familiar tingling in his balls. "Oh my God, I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum," he warned them. It was happening so fast he was almost panicked, he didn't want to lose the chance to empty his balls all over Evelynn's pretty lips.

Evelynn quickly hopped off the bed and knelt behind her sister. Kate popped the cock out of her mouth and began stroking it quickly and insistently in her hand. Kate turned to the side and pointed his cock at her sisters face as she tugged his dropping pole up and down with her closed fist.

Evelynn looked into his hard blue eyes with her soft blue eyes and smiled broadly, flashing her white teeth. "That's it baby, cum all over this face of mine. I want you to shoot that hot cum all over my face."

Kate also looked up at Evan and smiled, and that was too much. The similar, high cheek boned, feminine, pretty faces with the matching soft blue eyes, smiling up at him. Kate's wet fist jacking his long cock and pointing it at her sister's waiting face. And Evelynn's sweet voice. "Cum on my face Evan. Shoot that cum on my face."

He came hard, grunting with the first spurt. It blasted forcefully into Evelynn's waiting lips, splattering on her mouth. The force of it caught her somewhat by surprise, and she recoiled, but never stopped smiling and looking up at Evan's eyes. Fully in the throes of a sweet orgasm, Evan barely noticed when his second load also splattered on Evelynn's lips. The hot cum dribbled down her chin. The third weak spurt caught Evelynn on her neck, and the last few drops dribbled down Kate's back. Evan collapsed backwards onto the bed, lost in the orgasmic after glow. He had cum a lot that day, and this was still a great orgasm.

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As he lay there, panting for breath and staring up at the ceiling, he could feel Kate and Evelynn leave the room. Eventually, Evan got up and dressed. He found his old boots had been cleaned and it appeared some sort of replacement sole had been put inside of them. His clothes had been washed and even his dirty old pack seemed cleaner. He walked back and forth in the room. The fabric of his clothes felt softer, his feet felt comfortable, and there wasn't any dirt and dust drifting off of him. It was the first time in as long as he could remember that he had woken up feeling clean. It was almost a shame to be leaving a settlement. Almost.

Unsure of what to do, Evan walked outside. Kate and Evelynn were talking to a woman who had her back to him, holding the reigns for two horses. Kate had heavy tears in her eyes. When Evan exited the small dwelling, they both looked up at him, and the third woman turned around. The stranger smiled and his heart sank. For a moment, he regretted making his deal.

The blond who began walking towards him was easily the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. She was thin but still had the subtle hint of her mother's feminine curves. She definitely had her mother's full breasts, though she her hair was blond, shoulder length and tied back in a pony tail. She seemed confident, strolling towards the stranger in whom she was about to trust her life. He pretty face was lit up in a smile, a replica of the smiles he had seen on the pretty women behind her. She seemed tall to him, maybe 5'10" tall. And if all of her features weren't enough to convince him that this was Leah, she looked at him with the same soft blue eyes of her mother and aunt. She wore a tight riding jacket that did nothing to hide the fact that she was a woman, and jeans that much tighter than the average horse rider's. She was the prettiest thing he had ever seen, and that was going to be a serious liability on the road.

"Hi," she said with casual ease, extending her hand. "I'm Leah."

"Nice to meet you Leah, I'm Evan," he replied. 

She still had the reigns of the horses in her hand, and they followed her obediently. "You about ready to go?" Leah asked.

"You don't want to say some goodbyes first?" Evan asked.

"Nah, I've known for a while I was leaving. We were just waiting for a good man like you to come along," she never stopped smiling while she spoke, even when she called him a good man. "I've been saying my goodbyes since yesterday. The horses are all loaded with the best food and supplies we have. I think it's time to go."

"Well... alright. If you're ready," he responded.

"Why don't you saddle up? I've just got one last goodbye to say," Leah suggested, handing him the reigns to the horses. The smile faded from her face and she turned back to face her mother and aunt. At least this 18 year old girl was confident. That could be useful.

Leah kissed her aunt softly on the cheek. "Goodbye aunt Evie. I love you," she told the older woman. "We'll keep an eye out for Megan on the road."

Leah then turned to her mother and threw her arms around her. "Goodbye mommy, I love you," she said, her voice cracking. "I will never forget you. And if I can, one day, I'll be back for all of you."

"Take care of yourself sweetie," Kate sobbed back. "I love you."

Leah turned back quickly to face Evan, who was now sitting uncomfortable in his saddle. She had started smiling again, but there were tears in her eyes. She mounted her horse quickly and guided the horse out of the old Walmart. People stood along their path and waved as Evan and Evelynn rode by, the horses' shoes clicking off the hard surface. Leah nodded politely to them, while Evan again noted how many of the settlement inhabitants appeared older. He had never seen such a collection of white haired elders, not since the old war began. 

Once clear of the entry way of the huge building, and a final wave to the two somber guards standing there, Leah kicked her horse into a quick trot. Evan spurred his horse to follow, but maintained a respectful distance as Leah led them through a thin trail and eventually back to the main road. He could tell, even from a distance, that she was sobbing.

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They travelled in silence for most of that first day, resuming the path Evan had been taking before his run in with Leah's aunt. Evan didn't mind the silence, it allowed him to take stock of the incredible bounty he had been given. Canned foods he could save for lean times, two pistols that looked new, a rifle, more cleaning supplies and ammunition for each than he could foresee using in many years, heavy blankets, a collapsible plastic tent, flint, knives, gold jewelry, and spare tanned leather. Evan assumed Leah had been given much the same, if not better, but he didn't dare ask. It was at least three hours of silent riding through the dirt road before she even stopped crying.

Evan finally broke the silence late in the afternoon to suggest they make camp. Leah never responded, instead guiding her horse to the side of the road and slipping from her saddle. They made camp without speaking, and ate a light dinner without speaking. Evan fell asleep as he often did, looking at the stars. But this night he wondered how strange it was to have picked up a travelling companion and yet still feel like he was wandering alone. The difference this night was that he fell asleep next to a rifle.

The pair travelled in almost complete silence for all of the next day. Evan could tell being on horseback all day was starting to wear on Leah, but he could also tell she was trying to hide her discomfort. He could respect that. On the third day, the road passed over a little stream by way of a sturdy looking bridge. The low bridge channeled the water into a tunnel beneath it. The world had started to recover in recent years, and Evan had begun to pass little signs of human engineering and civilization on the road. But this sign was not welcomed. A sturdy bridge like the one they had just passed would only have been built to support the regular passage of heavy wagons. And there weren't a lot of uses these days for heavy wagons. Traders maybe, but more likely weapons, and more likely than that: slavers.

Leah, now riding next to Evan, could see through his eyes to the wheels turning in his head and asked what he was thinking. He looked at her, considered, and then told her.

"How could anyone know so much from looking at marks on a road?" she asked.

Evan laughed roughly. "You'll start to think like that too, if you spend enough time on the road." They didn't speak again for the rest of that day. 

Over the course of the next day, the dirt of the road grew darker. It was an earthy brown, wet, and looser than the grit Evan had walked over for the past few months. The countryside around them grew greener and the foliage fuller. The scrub brush turned into thorn bushes, and eventually there were birds in the air. After a noon lunch eaten in the saddle, Evan also began noticing tracks take shape in the dirt beneath them. He and Leah were still not talking much, but had begun riding side by side. The tracks looked like a mix of horses, heavy wagons, and people on foot. Leah saw Evan leaning out of his saddle to inspect the ground beneath them and asked what he saw.

"Slavers," he calmly replied.

"What?!" she exclaimed excitedly. She began looking around as if she expected to spot them on the horizon.

"Their columns are pretty standard when they're on the move," Evan continued, never taking his eyes off the ground. "Mounted men with guns up front, followed by heavy wagons carrying supplies and weapons. The captured slaves are forced to walk along side and behind the carts, with a couple of riders following as rear guard."

"What should we do?" Leah asked.

Evan considered this and knew that turning around would just waste their time. "Keep your eyes open," was all Evan offered.

They rode in uneasy silence for the rest of that day, and slept poorly that night. The next day the road they were following grew wider and deeper. The tracks on it became more apparent, and Evan started looking for a way off this road. Two other paths joined theirs, and Evan suggested taking one of them and heading away from the road full of slaver markings.

"This is a main road, is it not?" Leah asked.

"More likely than not," Evan answered honestly.

"Then won't their be towns along this trail?" Leah asked.

"Slaver towns, more than likely."

"But even if one of those is a bad fit for me, they may know of other towns that are suitable."

"A woman by yourself, you probably don't want to settle in a town the slavers already know about."

Leah hesitated and thought carefully. "I don't want to go farther from my home than I need to," she explained. "Can we try following this road?"

Evan took his turn thinking about it. "If you want."

The pair rode on. Just as the sun began dipping to indicate late afternoon, Evan saw the town that was fed by the large road. Even from a distance, Evan could tell it was a slaver town.

"How can you tell?" Leah asked after he warned her.

"Most towns these days have a high wall to defend them from attack," Evan explained. "Slaver towns don't need a wall. The attackers are already inside."

There were a few rambling farms set back from the road surrounding the town. Evan could see corn fields and scraggly looking wheat fields. Farms were rare along the road, but these farmers likely sold to the slavers and didn't have to fear raiders. Evan spotted one farmer eyeing the pair of riders headed for town, so Evan lifted the blanket covering his rifle. The farmer went back to work. The town itself began to take shape in front of the riders. There were two or three large buildings, at least one a stable of some sort, surrounded by a few dozen small houses. Off to one side was a collection of large tents that Evan guessed was a market.

Three hundred yards out from the edge of town, the pair was stopped by an older man sitting on a stool with two pistols. "What's your business is this town?" he demanded, hands on his hips just above the pistol grips.

Evan had been prepared for this and pulled one of the smaller pieces of tanned leather from his riding bag. "Hoping to trade," he responded.

"She your property?" the guard asked.

"No, my cousin," Evan lied. "Trying to teach her the family trading business."

The guard considered for a moment. "I've never seen you around before." That was true. Evan avoided slaver towns like the plague.

"Business has been good," he lied again, "Hoping to expand to new customers."

"Alright," the guard relented. "You want safe passage in this town, you got to pay an entry tax to trade."

Evan had expected this too. "How much?" he asked. 

"Four ounces of gold, four pounds of meat, or ten pounds of produce," the guard replied automatically, already losing interest in the conversation. 

Evan pulled one of the smaller pieces of jewelry they had been given and offered it to the guard. The guard was surprised to be paid in gold, but dutifully accepted the payment and then attached a faded piece of yellow cloth to a strap on Evan's horse. Their duty paid, Evan and Leah were waved into the town. 

The closer they got, the more Leah hated the look of the place. It was easy to distinguish the free inhabitants from the slaves. The poor wretches in bondage wore tattered clothing and all had a visible "S" burned into their shoulders. The free inhabitants also regarded Leah and Evan with curiosity. The slaves kept their heads bowed as they passed and barely looked at them,. 

"Why are so many of the slaves young and women?" Leah asked.

"It's easier to steal women and children in the night then a man who will resist you. And the few men who are taken, mostly in battle, would be pressed into work gangs and kept under strict supervision," Evan responded.

"How is this even allowed to happen?" Leah asked.

"Can't stop the slavers when they're the strongest force in the area. They believe they are picking off the weak and thereby making the strong even stronger. It's a cruel philosophy to live by, but better to not question it in one of their towns."

They approached the market that had stirred hope in Leah, only to find that it was a dirty, faded affair. As they approached, Leah also saw that there was little space dedicated to trade in food or materials. The principle commodity of this market was human flesh. Women, children, and a few men sat in chains near podiums. The free members of the town moved randomly about the unlucky prisoners, inspecting them like they were looking over horses. The sight made Leah's stomach turn, and she wanted to vomit.

One of the market tents was made of a solid, black fabric. The tent itself looked like it was of a higher quality material and better maintained then the other tents around it. Whereas most of the others were open on at least one side, Leah could not see an entrance for this tent. As the pair began to circle through the market and the back side of the black tent became visible to her, Leah was stunned to see a young woman, completely nude, chained between two large posts. She had a pretty face, pale skin, fiery red hair, and large breasts set on a thin frame. Her eyes were covered by a dark scarf, and she twitched nervously whenever she could hear someone coming close. 

"What is that?" Leah asked, pointing to the tent.

Evan had seen its like once or twice before. "Sex trade of some sort," Evan explained. "Inside will be women trained in sex, maybe some sex shows. It's forced prostitution."

"What do you mean trained?" Leah asked.

Evan kept his eyes on the traders hawking their goods as he replied. "If you're a pretty enough slave, a sex trader will buy you. Then they spend some time teaching you how to pleasure a man. Few women will pay for sex. If you're good at what you do, you can make decent money as a sex slave."

"Why would anyone WANT to be a sex slave?"

Evan sighed. "Prostitutes are generally treated better than your average slave. They have to be well fed to keep up appearances and you can't beat them. No one likes a woman covered in bruises. And if you're willing to do it, it can be an easier life than hard, manual labor from dawn til dusk."

"Why is the woman naked out front?"

"She marks the entrance to the tent. She's also likely for sale. Potential buyers are welcome to inspect her. More than likely, she's a virgin who's has some training from her owner."

"That's terrible."

The pair continued to circle the market on horseback. Evan suspected that the sellers in the market were paying extra attention to himself and Leah. He didn't like extra attention. At first he guessed it was because they were strangers, but the extra attention seemed to make the stall owners more interested in selling to Evan. As they rode past one slaver stall, the proprietor jerked on the chain of a young, fit looking woman and made her stand before Evan. The seller smiled and gestured to his goods. Evan shook his head, trying to remain polite. Then he finally noticed the few other visiting traders walking or riding through this market. They all had green or brown ribbons tied to their packs. Evan remembered his was yellow. The sellers knew he had paid his entry fee in gold.




Salvation Pt. 02



By mid morning of the day after they have saved her, Evan was already becoming thankful for Sarah's company, and it had nothing to do with her interactions with him. He had often felt hopelessly alone on the road, and initially welcomed Leah's company. But it had quickly become evident that there was something uncomfortable between them, and they often rode along for hours in silence. With a third member added to the group, and this one a woman, Leah found herself a real riding companion. And Evan found he had gotten to like being left alone, at least sometimes. With three riders and two horses, Evan took to allowing Leah to ride his horse while he walked the road out ahead of the other two.

Sarah was infinitely grateful to both Evan and Leah, but especially so to Leah after she learned it was Leah who first wanted to rescue her. Initially guarded and awaiting some kind of trap from the two strangers who had just purchased her freedom, Sarah was quickly disarmed by Leah's endless innocent questions. Leah's family had carefully sheltered her, a decision Evan could understand in a very dangerous world, and she was fascinated by every little thing that Sarah had ever seen. Sarah laughed when she learned that the first Asian Leah had ever seen was at the brothel where Sarah had been on display. Leah, to her credit, took the laughter in stride. And Evan was content to let the two women chat away the day while he rode slightly ahead of them and kept a careful eye on the road. By the end of their first full day together, Leah and Sarah had become fast friends.

Evan also found that Sarah's presence had emboldened Leah. The young blond began tentatively asking questions of Evan. How could he tell the difference between a cat's tracks and a fox's tracks? How could he see the beginning of a game trail when there were no markings on the dirt road? Why did he constantly stop to note which direction the wind was blowing? At first Evan was annoyed, but he too was quickly charmed by Leah's innocence. He began to patiently answer her questions. They were on the road, after all, there was plenty of time. He told Leah to dismount and showed her the difference in the pad arrangements between cats and dogs, and how the cat's claws were normally retracted. He showed Leah the way the brush bent away from the road at the entrance to a game trail. And Evan began enjoying teaching someone who appreciated his knowledge.

Sarah, meanwhile, began to ask Evan what she could do to repay the duo for their kindness. Evan said that finding a good place for Leah to settle would be repayment enough, but Sarah insisted she wanted to also do something for Evan. She did not like being in another person's debt, and claimed to be driven by a strong sense of honor. But she also sensed Evan's disdain for the general topic and did not push him hard on it.

Evan was not oblivious to the other effect the two women were having on him. By the third night together, Leah and Sarah had taken to sleeping under the same blanket. Evan slept better knowing there was another pair of ears and eyes to detect danger, but he still woke periodically to check on their situation. One night Evan awoke to find that Leah was sleeping on her side, wearing a white T-shirt. She had kicked off her covers in the warm, early summer air. With her arms crossed over her chest, her large firm breasts were squeezed together and Evan was treated to a magnificent view of her young tit flesh. It was several seconds before he could take his eyes off of the sight of her womanly body, and several minutes before he could fall back asleep. From then on, Evan was tortured by the accidental glimpses he stole of the two attractive woman. Leah stripping down to her shirt and shorts for bed, her womanly curves on display from the round of her ass to the perfect globes of her breasts. Sarah bending over to pick up her pack the next morning, her firm ass supported by her two shapely legs. Leah riding hard during the day, the rise and fall of her large tits evident even beneath her riding clothes. 

And worst of all, the three of them were always together. Evan had no to time to masturbate and relieve the pressure steadily building in his loins. Sometimes, when they were resting at the end of the day and Leah smiled at him, he thought he could get himself off in thirty seconds if he could just find some privacy. He finally decided it was something he had to try to do. 

Eight days after leaving the slaver settlement, their mixture of walking and slow riding along the road brought them to a large stream. It was early morning, and Sarah claimed she recognized the water. She instructed the other two to turn the horses upstream and travel along the soft gravel bed. It was easy for the horses to walk in the shallow water for a while, as Evan noted there was no trail alongside the stream. Dense brush clogged the stream bank for some distance, until the riders followed the water around a bend and spotted a well worn spot along he bank. The dirt path emerged from the water and followed parallel to the stream. Evan saw the advantage immediately. From the view of the main road, there was no evidence of a path leading along the stream. And the tracks left by the animals along the bed would soon be washed away by the gentle flow of the water.

Late that afternoon, Sarah said they were still some distance from her settlement. The trio made camp along the bank of the river, drifting off to sleep with the sounds of the crackling fire and the babbling stream. Evan awoke early the next morning, as he often did, and found Leah still asleep and Sarah barely stirring. He got up, dusted himself off, and grabbed his pack, Sarah turned and gave him a sleepily inquisitive look.

"I'm going to take a quick bath in the stream," he whispered softly to her. "You two just stay here and yell if there's any trouble."

Evan walked up the stream a ways until he was just out of sight of the two women. He found a soft spot of matted grass, where he could rest his back against a small shrub, and laid down his pack. He laid back in the sparse grass, noting how much greener this countryside appeared compared to the spot where he had rescued Leah's aunt. He still wouldn't describe it as lush, but the over powering grey color of the coast was gone here.

Evan laid his pistol carefully at his side, and then quickly pulled his cock free of his pants. He wasn't sure how long this moment of peace would last, and the women would also expect him to come back clean. Evan poured some grease he had been saving in a bottle into his hand, and then began running his fingers up and down his shaft. He was rock hard within seconds. Evan settled back into the grass, closed his eyes, and listened to the gentle sound of the running water. His fingers closed around his erect manhood and he began to pump his fist slowly up and down his pole. At first he thought the normal thoughts he used when masturbating. He pictured the whore who had first taken his virginity in exchange for some packages of beef jerky. He thought of the young, raven haired woman who had been the first to sleep with him without needing to be paid. Then Evan thought of the great breasts he had seen, and it led him inevitably to his night with Leah's mother and aunt. His fingers closed tightly around his cock as he jacked himself, remembering how magnificent Kate's rack had been. He remembered the soft tunnel of Kate's breasts, her willing mouth on his cock, and her eyes staring into his as she pleasured him. He remembered how hard his cum had exploded out of him as he pumped between Kate's breasts, and how willingly Evelynn had accepted his hot load on her face. He could feel the cum churning in him and knew he was close. And then, for one of those unexplainable reasons when a mind jumps from one thought to another, he thought of Leah. He thought of waking up that night and admiring Leah's tunnel of tit flesh as he slept. He imagined how good it would have been to fuck Leah's soft tits while she slept. He imagined Leah's beautiful, smiling face looking at him as he unloaded his cum all over her chest. His fist flew up and down his cock, he was so close. Evan's balls and cock felt full to the point of bursting, ready to explode.

"Evan," came the quiet voice that shattered his fantasy. Evan instinctively tried to cover his exposed cock with the hand that had been working his meat, while his free hand flew to the grip of the pistol next to him. By the time he opened his eyes and his vision cleared, Sarah's hands were defensively in front of her.

"I'm sorry," was all she managed weakly, as she backed away from Evan. The poor girl was so terrified by the way his hand had flown to the gun, she stumbled backwards and nearly fell into the stream.

"What..." Evan began, but then he saw the look on her face. He tried to tuck his fully engorged cock back into his pants, but he was too hard. "It's okay," he said reassuringly, and then, "I told you to stay at the camp."

"I know, I'm sorry," Sarah mumbled, trying to regain her footing. Firmly settled back on dry land, she looked down at Evan and laughed.

"What's so funny?" He demanded.

"Please, please" she began in a sweet voice. "Please stop trying to jam your cock back into your pants like that. You're going to hurt yourself." Evan stopped what he was doing and elected to awkwardly cover himself instead. "This is kind of funny," Sarah began, taking a step towards Evan. "I came out here to offer to help you, while Leah was still asleep."

"What are you talking about?" Evan asked nervously as Sarah took another step towards him.

Sarah smiled broadly, her green eyes twinkling. "I owe you so much," she began, dropping to her knees in front of him. "I've tried to thank you so many times." She placed her hand gently on Evan's thigh. "Then I realized how I could thank you. Taylor, that stupid sex fair owner, forced us to learn certain tricks after he bought us. And I've seen the way you look at Leah when you think I'm not watching, or the way you look at me when you think I don't notice." Sarah's free hand lay softly upon Evan's right hand, the one covering his still throbbing member. "Maybe I can help you with this, as thanks."

"Sarah," Evan began in clear protest, but he was so close. He had gotten himself so near cumming with the thoughts of Leah's naked body, that he could not resist as Sarah slid his hand away and rested hers on his still pulsing member. She looked into his grey blue eyes again and smiled.

"I'm still a virgin," she said, as she lowered her head towards his lap. "And I intend to stay that way. But there are still other things I can do..."

She kissed his manhood. Her soft lips brushed lightly against his slick pole, and she looked up at him from beneath her tumbling red hair to make sure he wanted this. She found her answer in his hungrily lustful eyes. She licked teasingly at the crown of his cock, and tasted the grease he had smeared on himself. Sarah spit into her hands, and then pulled her closed fingers down the length of his cock, over and over, trying to wipe away the grease. Evan feared he would cum from the feelings of her soft fingers on his rod before he even had the chance to feel her warm mouth around his cock. But somehow, he held back. Finally satisfied, Sarah sucked the head of Evan's cock between her soft lips, and swirled her tongue around his cock head. She dropped down and swallowed him to the hilt, and Evan gasped as he felt himself pushing past the back of her throat. Sarah allowed the cock to slide back out of her mouth, and suckled on his cock head again before plunging her mouth back down over his rod. The sensation of his meat sliding over her tongue and squeezing past the back of her throat was too much. He lost control of the building arousal and tried to warn her.

"I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna..." he managed with his eyes shut tight before the burst of ecstasy over came him.

Sarah could feel Evan's cock swelling in her mouth, and then felt his legs quiver as he exploded. Big, gooey gobs of cum erupted out of his cock and shot straight into the back of Sarah's throat. Trapped deep inside her mouth, all she could do was swallow Evan's load as he groaned deeply and his cock pumped spurt after spurt down her sweet throat. As he came, he could feel her swallowing motions milking the tip of his member.

When he had finally finished, Sarah stumbled to her feet and ran into the stream. She bent over and spit the last of Evan's seed into the water, and then took a handful of stream water and tried to rinse out her mouth. Evan laughed at the site of her, and she turned to look at him.

"I'm sorry," he chuckled. "I really am. But why do you look so surprised that your talented mouth got me off?"

"I wasn't surprised," she responded after spitting out the water. "I've just never had someone cum in my mouth before. It caught me off guard. I didn't know there was going to be... so much."

"No one ever came in your mouth before?" Evan asked incredulously. "Then how the hell did you learn to do that?"

"The head mistress made us practice on carrots. She was very strict in teaching us her technique... but I never did it on a real person before."

Evan burst out with a new wave of laughter. "Carrots?!!" he yelled. Sarah flashed him an impish smile, and then she was laughing too. Sarah walked back to the bank of the stream and flopped down in the sparse grass next to Evan. 

"You didn't have to do that, you know," he told her. 

"I know. But I knew why you had slipped away, I'm not an idiot. And this was my talent to share, and I wanted to share it with you. You know that?" she asked.

"Thank you Sarah, that was great," he replied, and then gave her a soft peck on the lips.

The peck was like a spark for Sarah. She had watched this quiet, strong man carefully protecting and guiding her for days. And without realizing what she was doing, she pressed her lips back against his. At first she was just planting soft kisses on his lips, but then she felt his lips pressing back against hers. His fingers drew her red hair away from her face, and she felt the heat of his palm on her cheek. Their tongues met, and he probed her mouth insistently. As he kissed her, he drew her body towards him, and she could feel the rigidity returning to his still exposed cock.

Her hand travelled across his stomach and down his thigh, but he surprised her again. "No," was all he said.

Evan rolled onto his knees and then slid his body down over hers. He kissed Sarah's neck, across her chest through the light T-shirt she was wearing, and then down over her stomach. He had positioned himself between her legs, and she spread herself wide, opening for him. 

"I don't..." she began weakly. "I want to stay a virgin."

"You will," he promised.

Evan's head dipped down between Sarah's legs. "Wait," she said, "Are you sure?"

Evan looked up at her, over the curves of her body, and asked, "Haven't you ever been pleasured before?"

She hesitated. "We were taught to satisfy men, not ourselves."

That sealed it for him. Evan pulled off the loose cotton shorts that Sarah wore to bed and exposed her sex. She felt the cool morning breeze playing across her exposed skin, and closed her eyes. Evan kissed her fully on her sex, his tongue sneaking out to lick lightly at her pussy. Evan kissed and sucked his way up and down her soft pussy lips, lapping at her folds. She had never felt a sensation like this one down there. His rough tongue tickled her and excited her. His lips on her skin built a fire inside of her, and she could feel herself getting wet. Evan's tongue licked at the opening of her hole and tasted the light, distinct essence of her woman hood. Her anticipation built as he licked his way up her pussy, until the tip of his tongue brushed against her sensitive bud. It was like a spark that shot through her groin and electrified her whole body. His experienced tongue lapped at her hard clit and the jolts of pleasure shot through her legs and curled her toes. She felt his hot, wet mouth close over her most sensitive spot, and he slathered her with his tongue. The pure pleasure was almost unbearable as he licked and flicked rapidly with his tongue at her aching clit. She lost herself.

She bucked with her body and pushed him off of her. He had driven her crazed beyond control with his touch, and she knew as little about what she was now doing as he did. She pushed him upright until they were both sitting up, and then she peeled off the shirt she was wearing and exposed her large, firm breasts. At the sight of them, Evan dove for her melons. He sucked the hardening pink nipples into his mouth and slathered his tongue all over her soft tit flesh. She gasped, delighting for a second in the pleasurable sensation of his suckling and loving mouth on her sensitive nipples. Then she grasped Evan and pushed him forcefully backwards.

He tumbled nearly to the edge of the stream, and she launched her naked body atop him. His shorts were soon tossed aside, and her wam, wet mouth had found his stiffening pole. He threw off his own light outer shirt and then peeled off his under shirt. Sarah's hot mouth engulfed Evan's swelling cock as he threw aside his clothes. Their bodies were completely naked, bare to each other, as he watched her red head bob up and down on his hard pole. 

Evan pulled her upwards to him, greeting her sucking mouth with his own. He kissed her lips, across her chin, and down over her neck. His fingers reached down and found her pussy in the grass. He gently diddled her sensitive, wet clit as he sucked on her neck, and she moaned in appreciation. She let him lick at her neck as he rubbed circles around her clit, the heat of his body drawing her to him.

"Ohhh, I'm so close Evan," she moaned. 

He tried to roll her body under his, but she pushed him again. Sarah flipped her body around so she was on all fours, her firm, round ass pointed back at him. She looked at him back over her shoulder, smiling with her bright green eyes. "They taught us to take objects into our ass, Evan," she said seductively. "You want to fuck me in the ass?"

Evan needed no further encouragement. He was quickly kneeling at her back side, one hand on Sarah's firm butt cheek and the other spreading what was left of his grease on his long, thick cock. When he pressed his cock head tentatively against her tight little hole, she pressed back against him. Evan's cock pushed against Sarah's opening, and was surprised how hard he had to push. He almost thought it wasn't going to happen, and then his cock head popped past her ass hole, and his cock flowed into her rear opening. 

"Oh, careful baby, you're big," Sarah pleaded.

Evan let the first inch of his cock sit in her ass tunnel and he reached around with his free hand to find the wetness of her sex. Tracing up her dripping pussy lips, he found Sarah's clit and began rubbing circles around her little bud. He slowly worked a few more inches of his cock into her tight, squishy ass while diddling at her hard nub. She groaned. Evan withdrew his rod, continuing to rub her clit, and then sunk himself back into her. He couldn't hold back much more. His cock began sliding in and out of her rear entry as he rubbed against her clit. He was fucking his thick pole in and out of Sarah's ass.

Evan was so close to orgasm, that he almost missed the rustling in the scrub brush in front of them. As Evan bucked in and out of Sarah's behind, his mind flashed to his pistol. It might be a wolf of a large cat in that brush. Sarah was oblivious, her head hung down watching his fingers work her clit. Evan was about to stop when he spotted two soft blue eyes peering at him out of the brush. Leah was watching them fuck. And then, with another rustle, she was gone.




Salvation Pt. 02



Evan had worked his full, seven inch cock into Sarah's ass, and she felt filled to her limit. His pole impaling her over and over made it feel like her clit was stretching and even more exposed beneath his fingers. He continued to rub at her as he fucked her, and she could feel the dual electricity of his cock in her ass and his fingers on her clit building the energy inside of her.

"I'm going to cum, Evan," she panted, "Cum with me. Cum in my ass."

He was surprised, and not quite ready, but there was no holding her back. In and out of her ass he plowed, listening to her moans building higher and higher. Her grunting was turning him on, and he was close. But his fingers never stopped their pleasurable assault on her clit, and he rubbed insistent circles around her sensitive clit.

"Oooohhh God. Oh God," she began, "I'm CUMMMMMMMMMINNNNNNNGGGGGGG!!!"

Sarah spasmed around his cock, her arms trembling as the electricity of her orgasm burned like a lighting bolt through her body. Evan's cock plunged in and out of her ass, his fingers rubbed back and forth across her clit, and she came. The orgasm blotted out all thoughts from her mind, anything beyond the pleasure of her release. 

Sarah's sex sounds drove Evan almost to the edge. Satisfied that she had stopped cumming, Evan took his fingers off her clit and ran his hand up over her toned stomach until he felt the large swell of her breasts. Evan grabbed her full, large breasts with his hands, and pulled her body upward. His cock continued to fuck in and out of her ass as his hands massaged her firm, smooth globes. He pulled into her breasts and her body was pressed back against his. Sarah lazily draped an arm back over Evan's head, exposing her big breasts to his eager hands, and he came. Evan buried himself deep in Sarah's ass as he orgasmed, groaning into her ear. The burning heat, pent up after days of ogling the two beautiful women, was finally released in a wave of pleasure through Evan's cock. Spurt after spurt of cum shot out of his hard pole and deep into Sarah's ass. He kneaded at her firm nipples with his palms as the glow of orgasm spread through his body. Finally, they collapsed together on the bank of the stream.

It was some time later that they emerged back at camp, freshly scrubbed from a dip in the water, and smiling and laughing. They found Leah sitting over the fire, stirring at the coals to draw up a new flame for their breakfast. Leah greeted her two travel companions with a smile, but Sarah thought her new friend was especially quiet and reserved this morning. Evan knew the reason why.

Later that afternoon, Evan was walking ahead of the two horses as the women rode behind. His head swiveled back and forth as he proceeded the women down the path, his new rifle tucked into the crook of his arm. The stream had narrowed as they walked towards its source, coalescing into a small river. The terrain around them had grown hilly, and the river meandered back and forth to slip between the terrain. Evan didn't like the way the river had begun to turn sharply. Around each new bend could lie danger.

As Evan approached a particularly steep bank of the river, he noted there were very few animal noises. There were no birds singing, no rustling of little river animals crawling along the bank. He turned and shushed the chatting women behind him.

"Evan, we're almost there," Sarah called quietly. She spurred her horse and ran it up next to Evan on the narrow dirt path. Sarah led Evan around the next bend, with Evan following closely behind her horse.

As soon as Leah had also made the turn, a voice called out from a cluster of short trees near the top of a hill that overlooked the path.

"Stop!" The voice bellowed. Silence followed, the abrupt warning of the voice echoing in the minds of the three travelers. Evan was careful to remain still, not making any movement that might provoke their watchers, while his eyes scanned the cluster of trees. He could not see any movement, and from his lower vantage point he could not see much of anything. The lookouts had chosen their spot well. The only sound was the wind rustling through the nearby brush.

"Sarah?" Called out the voice, finally breaking the silence. "Sarah, is that you?"

"It's me!" Sarah responded with glee from the back of her horse. "Who's that up there?"

"It's Jimmy Henderson, and I've got someone else up here with me," the voice called back. "Who's that with you?"

"Jimmy!" Sarah squealed. "Tell your sister Beth that I've got real jewelry here with me. These people with me rescued me and brought me home. Let us pass."

"Tell that hombre there he's going to have to turn over his rifle," instructed the voice. 

Evan gripped the barrel and slowly raised the rifle over his head. He then passed it, butt first, to Sarah who took it out of his hands and placed it back in the holster on the side of his horse.

"Alright, that looks good. You three can proceed," said the voice.

Sarah flicked the reigns in her hand and her horse slowly trotted forward. The bend in the river quickly led to another bend which turned in the opposite direction. Evan was surprised by what he found around the second bend. The small river here had cut a little valley through the hills, and the mouth of that small valley had been boarded over with a solid looking wall of wood. The wood stretched from one valley wall to the other, blocking the path and allowing the river to flow out beneath it. As the three riders approached the wood fortification, Evan spotted two men atop the wall, peering down at them. Leah grew nervous and urged her horse closer to Evan, who was beginning to regret that he was on foot. Thirty feet from the wall, a large door in the structure, matching the width of the dirt path, was thrown open. A man wearing sunglasses and carrying a rifle stepped through.

"Sarah?" the man called.

"Ed," Sarah called back.

"Where have you been? Your father and brother, are they..." his voice trailed off.

Sarah's eyes had begun to fill with tears, and the man knew instantly what had happened to her missing family members. "I have a lot to tell you," was all she managed to say.

"Come, child," the man gestured, guiding her horse through the doorway. Evan and Leah followed close behind.

Sarah and the new man were lost in hushed conversation, but Evan could not pay attention to their words. He was too distracted by the settlement revealing itself around him. The dirt road and the stream rose straight up from the gate, which was shut heavily behind the group once they had entered. They trudged up a hill for at least 300 feet before the path finally levelled off and a sort of plateau was spread out in front of them. The river had bent away long before they reached the top, but the plateau was still much larger than Evan had expected. It was really three rough hill tops joined together. The edges were covered with trees, but Evan could make out a view between the tree trunks that stretched for miles. There were at least thirty homes randomly arranged around the little hill tops, many were attached to small gardens that appeared to be growing corn and wheat. Chickens ran around the little yards, and there were goats and pigs and even some cattle in this settlement. The settlers themselves kept their distance, but seemed friendly enough as they smiled or nodded when Evan and Leah moved past.

The two newcomers followed Leah's horse through the little settlement, and the one she called "Ed" led them to a neat little home with rough wooden fence surrounding a plot of green corn. 

"Please, go inside," Ed instructed. "This is Sarah's family's home. I need to talk to her."

Moments later, Evan and Leah were settled inside the little house. They were sitting around a little table, noting the fine layer of dust that had settled throughout the house. Evan was used to dust, be he still hated it. After several minutes, Ed walked into the house and sat down across the table from Evan. Evan studied the man for the first time. He was almost as tall as Evan, and had probably been built like a brick house at one time in his life. Age had softened his frame, but Ed was still an imposing man. His shaved head, grizzled gray goatee, and piercing brown eyes added to the effect.

"First of all, thanks," Ed began. "Sarah told me what you both did for her. The death of her father and brother are a tough loss, they were good members of our community. Sarah also told me that Leah is looking for a place to settle down. After what you did for Sarah, it's the least we could do to give you a pace to stay. You're both welcome here. We're a tight knit community, kept safe because we're hard to find and isolated up here. We send out traders from time to time, but it's our secrecy that protects us from the rest of the world. If the slavers and Red Army can't find us, they can't hurt us. You hear much about this Red Army on the road?" The last question appeared directed to Evan.

"Ghost stories mostly," Evan replied. 

Ed nodded in obvious agreement. "Well, like I said, you're both welcome to stay. We'll give you a few days to make up your mind about our little village, and then I'll check back in with you." Ed stood to leave. "Sarah's going to stay over at my place for a couple of days. You two are welcome to stay here until we figure things out. Let us know if you need anything."

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The next couple of days were a blur. Evan spend a lot of his time wandering on his own through the little town, admiring the slice of serenity its inhabitants had managed to find. Leah spent most of her time talking to the villagers and learning about their settlement through her conversations. At night, Leah and Evan sat around the living room of Sarah's small home and talked. Leah's inquisitive but innocent questions had gotten a lot more personal. She wanted to hear his memories of his parents, how he had barely survived Armageddon. She asked about his early days wandering in the aftermath of the brief war, and the ways in which he had learned to survive. At first he was guarded. He was always guarded. But the more he talked to Leah, the more he wanted to share with her. It was like a release he found, not too unlike the release he found through sex. The more he held back and allowed something to build up inside of himself, the better it felt when he finally let it go. By the end of the evening of the second day, it felt like his talks with Leah had turned into a release valve where he felt himself unburdening all the baggage of his past. He never thought he would have been able to talk to someone the way he could talk to Leah during those quiet nights in the small wooden house.

But Evan's reaction to settlement was also clearly different from Leah's. Leah felt more alive and free with the protection of other people and a village around her. She was noticeably more playful than she had been on the road and she laughed more. Evan grew to love the way Leah's laughed, full throated from deep in her belly. Her chest shook when she laughed, and it made him smile. Leah was more willing to talk to strangers and explore in the new safety of the village. Evan meanwhile, felt wanderlust creeping through his veins. Constant movement had always meant safety on the road, and he felt stifled and a little trapped inside the village walls. It was like an itch beneath his clothing that he feared only fresh air and new surroundings could cure.

Then, in the afternoon of the third day after their arrival, Evan found himself alone in the little home. Being regularly in Leah's beautiful presence had begun to have its effect on him again, and he knew he needed to find time to get some sexual release. Leah had gone off to learn about the village's crops with Sarah, and Evan intended to take his chance with his free time.

Evan was reclined in the one large chair in the living room, his pants down around his ankles. His right hand was pumping up and down his hard, slick cock, and his eyes were closed. Behind his eyelids, Evan was imagining his new favorite fantasy. As his fist pumped up and down his hard rod, Evan imagined that this was Leah's wet mouth sucking on his cock. He pictured her soft lips happily wrapped around his member, her soft blue eyes staring deeply into his. As he jacked himself, he pictured Leah's head bobbing up and down in his lap, her blond hair tied neatly into a pony tail behind her. Evan pictured Leah straddling him, her firm, smooth womanly body settling over his. He imagined grasping her soft hips as he guided her down onto his cock, and then the way her firm, young breasts would bounce up and down on her chest as she rode him. Evan pictured looking up into Leah's face, seeing her ecstasy and her smile as she took his thick dick into her warm, wet pussy.

"Evan," came the soft voice.

His eyes shot open and he covered himself quickly with a blanket. Leah had walked in through the rear bedroom door, unnoticed by Evan, and caught him masturbating. He was furious with himself. He was supposed to be an alert and vigilant road warrior, and he had twice been caught by women while jacking off. Leah walked towards him, wearing just a t-shirt and shorts on this warm summer day. Evan reacted to her approach by holding up a hand. When Leah moved to within five feet of Evan, he stood up in the chair, still covering himself, and tried to back away.

"No wait," Leah said. "I'm sorry I interrupted you, but why are you trying to get away?"

"Why are you coming over here, Leah?" he returned.

"I don't know," she responded, still edging closer. "Is it a problem that I'm curious."

"Yes," he shot back.

"We've talked about so much and gone through so much together, and you can't be comfortable showing me this?" she asked.

"No," he responded quickly.

Leah looked honestly hurt. "Oh, I see. So you can fool around with Sarah, but you don't even want me to see your prick?"

Evan was surprised and confused. "No. I mean... that was different."

Leah took a defiant step forward, moving to within just inches of Evan. "Why?" she demanded.

Evan struggled to find words. "Leah... you to me..."

In one quick move, Leah gripped the bottom of her shirt front and peeled the cotton fabric up over her head. The cloth bra beneath was peeled off with the shirt, and Leah's large breasts bounced free. Evan's jaw dropped. He was confronted by the full, firm globes of so many of his fantasies. He had never seen Leah's naked chest before, but he had dreamed about those breasts more times than he could count. They were just as he had imagined, round and smooth with textured pink nipples. Evan could not take his eyes of of Leah's magnificent, flawless, porcelain skinned tit flesh. Leah grabbed Evan's left hand, the one he had held up to stop her (and not the one currently covering his cock), and placed it on her breast. He could feel the smooth skin with his palm and the the hardening nipple pressing back against his hand.

"If you can jerk off for her, you can jerk off for me," Leah stated strongly.

Leah pushed Evan down from his shoulders, and actually bent over to allow him to continue to fondle her breast. Evan's hand fell away from his cock as he focused on the soft and supple breast in his hand. He didn't realize how badly he had wanted to feel Leah's breasts until he had one in his hand. Evan began to stroke his cock almost absently mindedly as his rough palm circled around Leah's smooth tit. As his right fist began to pump up and down his now throbbing rod, he gently pinched Leah's pink nipple between his thumb and forefinger. This was the most stimulation Leah had ever felt from a man, and Evan's touch sent little bolts of pleasure through her body. She bent down to her knees in front of him, watching his well muscled arm and strong hands eagerly explore her tit flesh. The stimulation of naked Leah right in front of him was too much. He could feel the orgasm rising rapidly as he kneaded softly at Leah's breast, pressing her hard nipple between his fingers. 

Leah moaned again, and her own hand found its way between her legs. She was wet, and she could trace up her glistening lips to her sensitive little clit. The feeling of Evan's hand teasing her virginal breasts was erotic. She wanted him to know that she was masturbating with him, and looked into his eyes to confirm it. His big hand was stroking his long thick cock and his eyes were watching her pleasure herself. She felt another little thrill of pleasure course through her body with that thought. 

Evan was out of control, his fantasy come true. He looked up and saw Leah's eyes watching him. His hard, gray-blue eyes met her soft baby blue eyes and he could feel sparks shoot between them. His hand closed around her tit flesh, and lost himself in her eyes he felt the orgasm overwhelm him. He came groaning and writhing, unable to look away from Leah's beautiful face. His hot cum shot out of his cock and splashed unexpectedly on Leah's chest. A second spurt hit her squarely on the stomach, but she never flinched. Her fingers were now furiously rubbing at her clit as his cum covered her. She watched his cock head swell and shoot its white load out onto her body. 

As Evan remained dazzled in the burning of his orgasm, Leah felt electric. The feel of his hot cum hitting her, and seeing his cock twitch and spray his cum on her, had set off a fire inside of her. And most of all, he had cum for her. She hadn't thought it was going to happen, but she was going to have an orgasm. She was going to cum right here, in front of the strong and quiet man who had protected her. She was going to be naked and vulnerable and ecstatic and she was going to cum for him.

Evan came back to his senses and could see that Leah was very aroused. Her face had deeply flushed and she had spread her legs to allow her hand better access to her sensitive clit. Evan could hear how wet she was. 

"Leah," he asked, dropping to the floor beside her. "What can I do? How can I help you?"

"Kiss me," she replied, her eyes looking into his with naked lust.

He pressed his lips softly to hers, and felt her kissing him back. His hand reached up to her chest and found her covered in his cum. His hand slid slickly over her hot, wet breasts, and she moaned. Evan began kissing her in earnest, his tongue searching for hers, as his hands slipped up and down over her large, wet globes. She was slippery with his hot cum and his rough palms rubbed across over her sensitive nipples. The feeling was so new to her, it set off tiny jolts of electricity that shot from her nipples to her clit. She felt the orgasm building as Evan's warm mouth kissed its way over her face and started suckling on her neck. His hot mouth teased her neck as his hands slid all over her smooth chest and her fingers rubbed circles around her clit. Suddenly the fire within her was building beyond a point of no return, and she thrilled in the knowledge that Evan was touching her body while she touched herself. And then the wave of pleasure welled up inside her and crashed over her, sending her into a blissful, dizzying orgasm. She moaned and screamed her arousal as Evan suckled on her throat. He could feel her chest quiver beneath his hands and her legs tremble next to him. She groaned and groaned, and then she was only breathing deeply.

Leah melted into a pile of exhausted and tingling flesh, next to Evan, and he pressed a wet and sticky hand to her side. After only a brief respite to catch her breath, Leah clambered back to her feet and walked into the bedroom. Just as suddenly as she had arrived, she was gone. Later that night, with Leah staying hidden behind the bedroom door, Evan wondered if maybe he had dreamed the whole thing. 

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The next morning, Evan awoke atop a pile of rugs on the living room floor. Leah was sitting in a chair nearby watching him. He could not believe someone had been able to sneak up on him in his sleep. In her own way, this girl was dangerous.




Salvation Pt. 02



"Morning," Leah said with a smile. 

"Morning," Evan replied with a smile of his own.

"I've decided to stay," Leah said abruptly. "I'm going to build a place here and settle down, Sarah and Ed had said they'll help me."

"What?" was all Evan could muster.

"Did you hear what I said? I'm staying," she repeated.

"That's great, Leah," was Evan's reply. But he was surprised by his emotions. He was actually sad to hear that Leah would be staying in this little village. He tried to clear his sleep fogged mind to examine why he felt regret at this news, but all he could comprehend in the moment was that it was entirely logical for Leah to stay.

Evan's disappointment must have been obvious because the smile faded from Leah's face. "You don't sound like you really think it is great," she said accusingly.

"No, Leah... just tired," was all he could muster.

Leah spoke now in a much quieter voice than the excited one she had initially used. "I think you should stay too," she nearly whispered.

The suggestion was beyond logic for Evan. Settle down in a village? Leave his life on the road, the only life he had known for twenty years? Even the brief time he had spent in the village already, while enjoyable, had left him itching to return to the road. "I don't think..." he began, before he caught the sadness in her face.

"You don't think you want to stay? Is that it?" she spat back at him.

"Leah... I just..." he began. He was never really good with words.

"You don't want to stay with me? You rather choose to wander the roads than be stuck here with me?" she asked, tears now welling in her soft blue eyes.

"No, not stuck. I just..." he said groping for the words that would convey his emotion. It was the perfectly wrong thing to say.

Her tears began to fall, and she stood. "Thank you so much for everything you've done for me, Evan," she began. "I'm sorry you don't want to stay here with me, but I wish you the best of luck on your never ending journey. Sarah knows that I've planned to stay and she's trying to organize some sort of welcome party for me tonight. I hope you will at least come to that so we can say goodbye before you leave."

And with that, Leah turned on her heels and walked towards the door. He could see her leaving almost like it was a nightmare in slow motion. He watched her backside approach the door, and he groped in his mind for the words to say. The door opened and he wanted to say anything, anything to make her stay and understand. But his mind was like quicksand. Before he could even call her name, the door was closed and she was gone.

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Evan did not see Leah for the rest of the day. He expected her to come home at some point, but when she hadn't returned he began to carefully pack his things for lack of anything else to do. He was truly miserable, and had never felt this well of emotions inside of him before. He felt regret and loss, and determination and fear, and he didn't know what it all meant. All he could say for sure was that he felt lost.

By the time it occurred to him that he should be out of the little house inquiring about the party, night had begun to fall. He stepped out the front door and was momentarily bewildered by the sights in front of him. Picnic benches had been arranged on the grass near the center of the village. Candles burned in lamps set around all the houses and on the tables. Garlands of flowers were intertwined on posts and fences near the tables. Sarah had gone all out to prepare Leah's welcome party.

Evan, still feeling lost, stumbled towards the gathering. Villagers welcomed Evan with smiles and nods, some of the men giving him an occasional pat on the back. Food was being set out around the tables as the sky began to turn red with the setting sun. All of the villagers were beginning to arrive, and in his dumbstruck state Evan allowed Sarah to take his arm in hers and guide him to one of the tables.

The rest of the evening was mostly a blur, except for Leah's arrival. She arrived last, wearing a nice, white cotton summer dress. Her hair had been tied back with braids and flowers had been weaved into her hair. Her face was bright with excitement, and her broad smile lit up the party even as the sky darkened. She accepted the welcoming with polite thanks and handshakes amongst the villagers. The only time her smile faded was when her eyes briefly met Evan's.

There were speeches and applause, and a big hearty meal. Evan barely ate. For desert, the villagers brought out a fermented fruit beverage that had a definite bite of alcohol. Evan had never cared for such drink and stayed away from it, and yet for the rest of the night he felt drunk. With the drinking came music, played by guitars and one fiddle. Leah kicked off the dancing and most of the village quickly followed. Evan felt his stomach somersault when Ed's oldest son, a boy not much older than Leah, asked her to dance when the music slowed down. Leah spent several dances with the young man, and Evan wanted to turn away but could not take his eyes off of them. Leah looked over at Evan from time to time, watching him watch her. She laughed and placed her hands on her dance partner's shoulder.

Evan couldn't take anymore. He politely excused himself from the party, turned and left. Back at the small house, he could not control his emotions. He wanted to run to Leah and pull her away from that other man. He wanted to tell her that he had been sad because he wanted her to stay with him. He enjoyed her company and he enjoyed her smile. And he didn't want the road as much as he wanted to be with her. And then it struck him like a slap across the face. He wanted to be with her. He wanted to be with Leah and he had never told her. He had let her leave the house they were sharing together, thinking that he couldn't stand her. He wanted to be with her and now she was with some other man and there was nothing Evan could do about it. He had never felt this way about another person before.

As if in a dream, Evan suddenly realized he was back on his feet and walking through the cabin door. He had to at least tell Leah the truth about what he felt. He was two paces from the small house when he spotted her in her bright white dress. Her blond hair seemed to be glowing in the fading candle light. Her dance partner was holding her hand, leading her away from the party as it broke up. She followed him smiling into his house, and Evan watched as she closed the door behind them.

"Evan," came a whisper from his side. He was too devastated from what he had just seen to even turn. "Evan, I miss you," came the voice again. 

Evan finally looked and saw Sarah creeping out of the shadows next to the little house he had been borrowing with Leah. She walked steadily towards him until she was inches away, then hesitated for a brief moment before kissing him softly on the lips. He could taste the fermented fruit on her breath.

"Are you drunk, Sarah?" he asked.

"No!" she insisted, quite hurt. "I only had a little of the punch." She wrapped an arm around his neck.

"What do you want, Sarah?" Evan asked as politely as possible. He was on the verge of tears, and felt like he was being stabbed by a hot poker straight through his heart.

"Don't be mean, Evan. This is hard for me to say," she began, and then paused. "I want you Evan. I've wanted you since that day you rode with me out of that Slaver village. I've wanted your body every moment since then. That morning on the bank of the stream was... amazing. I want to do that again, I want to do everything with you."

He wanted to cry, but instead he surprised himself by asking, "Everything?"

"Everything," she repeated. And he allowed her to lead him back into her house. 

Once the door closed, Evan's pants were off in a flash. Sarah pushed him so that his back was against the front door, and she was on her knees in front of him. Her small, delicate fingers were on his member, guiding him quickly towards her warm, eager mouth. He felt her kiss just the tip of his prick, and then swallow his shaft into her sucking mouth. He felt his cock slipping against the warm, wet insides of her cheeks as she tried to suck his cock to life. The carnal wantonness of it all was alluring to him, and more importantly it had blocked the pain from his heart and kept the tears from his eyes. He looked down and watched Sarah's red head bobbing up and down on his rapidly swelling pole, and he was turned on by her base desires. She looked up at his with those beautiful green eyes, the tops of her cleavage evident below her angelic face. Then, still looking at him, she swallowed his shaft to the hilt, slipping his cock head past the back of her throat. He was fully hard for her.

The situation felt wrong to Evan, so he moved in a flash. Sarah barely realized he was bending down before she felt his strong arms lifting him. She felt disoriented for a moment as he lifted her off her feet, and then he was stripping off her underwear. With a toss of his strong arms, she found herself sitting with her legs draped over either of his shoulders, his head buried in her crotch. Her hands flew to his head for balance, particularly because the ceiling in the house was so low that she hand to bend down over his head. She realized she was open and exposed to him, trapped on his shoulders, and it made the juices flow through her pussy.

Evan's tongue easily found her pussy and he buried his face in it. Evan licked up and down her wet lips like a painter with a brush, before thrusting his tongue as far as he could into her snatch. He twirled his tongue around her virginal hole and she moaned. Satisfied with her response, Evan licked his way up her now dripping slit, and teased her clit with the length of his rough tongue. She groaned her arousal, which turned into a high pitched squeal when Evan began lapping at her clit with his tongue. He was relentless, lashing at her sensitive bud over and over with the tip of his tongue. He circled her sweet spot and then flicked at it again and again. Sarah's thighs had begun to tremble.

"Evan... oh Evan, let me down," she pleaded.

He stopped only long enough to say, "No," before returning his attention to flicking at her clit.

"Ohhhhhhhh, Evan, nooo. I'm going to cummmm," she panted, grasping at his head in her arousal.

"Then cum," he said before sucking her clit into his mouth. Sucked up between his lips, her clit throbbed under the assault of his eager tongue. She could feel him pulling on her little bud and licking it at the same time, and lost control. The sparks of arousal from his attention burst through her crotch and burned its way up her spine.

"Ohhhhhhhh, cummmmmmmminnnnnnggggg!!!" she screamed as the orgasm overtook her. She came trapped by his arms, pinned on his shoulders, bucking her pussy against his face. He flicked unendingly at her clit as she came, shaking atop him, until he was sure she was done. Then he laid her down on the blankets on the floor.

Evan peeled off his shirt before laying down beside Sarah's body on the heavy blankets. She was panting and grinning, enjoying the happiness that her orgasm had brought her. Then she felt the full length of his hard cock pressed against her outer thigh. She patted at it absently with her hand, until he began to dry hump her leg. His hand found her breast, still clothed in a summer dress, and she could feel his need in his movements. When his hand began to wander down over her stomach, she spread her legs for him. His fingers traced over her sparse, curly pussy hair and found the dripping wetness of her folds. His fingers traced the outer edges of her pussy lips before finding their way up to her clit. He rubbed at her most sensitive spot gently.

Sarah was still too sensitive from the orgasm and rolled her body atop his. She ran her hands over Evan's firm stomach, and planted her palms on his muscular chest. She had dreamed of this so long, their naked sex joined together. She slid her hips back and forth, rubbing her wet slit and dripping pussy lips up and down the length of his shaft. She could feel him twitching with arousal between her pussy lips as she coated him with her wetness. When her lips covered his fat cock head, she stopped and shifted her hips forward so his cock was pressed against the opening of her hole.

"I want to do everything with you," she repeated. It was all the encouragement Evan needed.

He thrust firmly upwards with his hips, and his cock popped past her opening and slid deep inside of Sarah. She screamed as his cock tore past her maidenhead, taking her virginity and filling her tight pussy with his thickness. She sat rigid atop his body, impaled on his pole, feeling a man's thickness filling her from the inside for the first time. Evan began to buck his hips ever so slightly up and down, and Sarah thought she would scream from the pain and the feeling of being torn in two. But then he paused to grind his hips upwards into hers, and the feeling of his skin sliding against her clit while she was stuffed full of his cock began to feel good. When his little thrusts resumed, it didn't feel so bad.

Meanwhile, Evan could not believe how tightly his cock was gripped by the slit he had just impaled. His cock was squeezed from all directions, and as he thrust in and out he could feel Sarah's pussy walls tightly pulling at his cock skin. She was so tight and wet, he knew he would not last long. Evan began to thrust a little more deeply, seeing Sarah wince in response but unable to stop himself from enjoying the sensation of her tiny tunnel squeezing his manhood. Her slippery walls were too much, and eventually he felt the familiar tingle of orgasm.

"I'm going to cum inside you," he warned, and got very little response from Sarah as she attempted to accommodate the new sensations she was feeling inside of her. 

A few more short, quick thrusts into her tight little snatch, and the sensation became too intense. Evan moaned as the orgasm flowed out of his body. Both he and Sarah could feel his large dick twitching as it spurted its load deep inside of her. It seemed to Evan like her pussy was pulling the cum out of his cock like a tight, slippery crack. He moaned deeply as his toes tingled from his sudden orgasm.

Sarah remained atop Evan's body, her hands still planted on his well toned chest, as she watched him smiling with his eyes closed in the afterglow of his bliss. Her pussy walls were still trying to expand to more comfortably swallow his girth. His cock wasn't shrinking inside of her, as she had been told to expect, and she didn't know what to do. Very carefully, she lifted her hips slightly before allowing herself to sink back down on the pole that was impaling her. Her pussy was dripping with their combined juices, which lubricated Evan's shaft in her sensitive snatch. She continued to rise slightly, allowing a couple of inches to slip out of her pussy, and then sink down and feel Evan's cock re-filling her insides.

"Is it starting to feel good?" Evan asked, his grey blue eyes now open again and looking at hers. 

"Feels... better," she replied, still gingerly lifting herself up and down. 

"Good," Evan said, before grasping her hips and pulling her back down onto his cock. She gasped again, this time a mixture of surprise and arousal. It still hurt a little, but the force of his entry felt good. His strong and insistent hands on her hips felt carnal. She enjoyed feeling his strength on her body.

Evan let Sarah continue to lead the pace, while enjoying the beautiful view above him. Her beautiful face smiled down on him, green eyes beaming, as she rode him. Her red hair swung and her firm, full breasts shook as she sank down firmly into his lap over and over again. She tore off her top, exposing her chest to him. Evan reached up with one hand and cupped her large, dangling breast as it jiggled from her movements. She sighed contentedly as his fingers played across her nipple. He was impressed that he had stayed hard in her incredibly tight pussy, which was still turning him on as he gripped his rod. He smiled back up into the face atop him, but it was another face that haunted him. In the aftermath of his orgasm, just as the pleasure faded, he saw Leah's smiling face in his mind's eye and it was like a cold dagger into his heart. He did not want to conjure that image again, and Sarah's shapely body was a fantastically enjoyable distraction.

Sarah soon found a rhythm that suited her. She rode up and down Evan's cock three or four times, feeling his rod filling her pussy and tickling her erogenous insides. Then she ground her clit back and forth against Evan's pelvis until the tickling sensation on her clit became too intense. She then returned to riding up and down Evan's pole, enjoying the feeling of his thick meat fucking her. Soon she was bouncing up and down on his body, lee ting more than half of his cock slip from inside of her before slamming back down on his long pole. She could feel the sparks of arousal beginning to tingle through her pussy, and the burning fire of desire spreading out from her clit. 

"Evan, I'm going to cum," she panted and she continued to work up and down his pole.

"Good Sarah, cum for me," he encouraged.

"Oh God, I'm going to do it," she panted, grinding her clit down against his body. "I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum, I'm going to..."

"Do it, Sarah, take my cock. Cum on my hard cock," Evan ordered as he grasped her hips and began to fuck his pole up into her sweet body. 

Her eyes went wide, "I'm going to....ungh.... ungh.... CUUUUUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMIINNNNNNNGGG!!!"she grunted through gritted teeth. She screamed as she came atop of him, grinding her clit down hard against him, feeling her pussy spasm around the hard cock trapped inside of her. She threw her head back in joy and moaned as the orgasm racked through her body, and then she remembered to breathe again and began to calm down. She finally slid off of Evan's body and curled up beside of him.

"That was great, Evan" she said, "I mean... I really liked that."

"I'm glad, Sarah," he said, kissing her softly on the lips. 

She noticed his cock was STILL hard, pointing proudly up towards the ceiling. She reached across his body and grasped it with her hand. "I'm sorry, baby," she said, "Your cock is still hard, but my pussy can't take much more of this dick right now."

"It's alright," he said with a smile, but she could tell from the way the corner of his eyes squinted that he was displeased about something.

"Is there something else I can do for you? Anything for you Evan," she offered.

He rolled himself atop her body, with his legs to either side of her hips. His hard, thick cock rested on the soft, smooth skin of her flat belly. He smiled at her and then slid his hips up her body so that his cock slipped into the valley between her large, round breasts. She smiled at him. Sarah had been taught how to do this too. She spat onto her own chest, catching his cock with some of her saliva. Then she pushed her palms into the sides of her firm breasts and locked her fingers across her nipples. Evan's cock was now surrounded by a tunnel of Sarah's soft tit flesh. He thrust his hips back and forth, withdrawing his cock a little before sinking back into the soft skin between her firm tits. The sight below him was a fantasy. Sarah's green eyes looked up at him, a broad smile on her face as he pumped his thick cock in and out, in and out between her tits. Her red hair was fanned out behind her as she squeezed her big melons together around his rod. Evan fucked her tits eagerly, smiling down at her as he thrust into the slippery smooth tunnel between her globes. Sarah's tits didn't feel as tight as her pussy, but this passage also felt softer. He was soon close to cumming from her eager assistance and the feel of her tight tit flesh.




Salvation Pt. 02



"I'm going to cum, Sarah," he moaned.

"Do it Evan, cum on my tits for me," she encouraged.

"Oh baby," he moaned with his eyes closed, fucking his cock in and out of her tit tunnel. "I'm going to shoot. I'm going to shoot my cum."

"Go ahead Evan, shoot that cum all over me. Cover me with your cum."

It was too much. Her large breasts squeezing his cock, her pretty face smiling up at him, her dirty words. Evan felt the throbbing of the orgasm build quickly, and then he was cumming. He cried out as he came, a thick rope of cum shooting out from between Sarah's globes and splashing across her smiling face. His third spurt blew out of him as his cock was between her tits, making her tit tunnel slippery and hot with his juices. As the orgasm subsided, a third spurt shot out meekly and pooled around Sarah's throat. She never stopped smiling. 

Evan collapsed next to her, and barely registered that she had stood to clean herself as he drifted off to sleep. He awoke sometime later, hours must of passed as his body had gotten cold on the floor. A wet mouth was sucking eagerly at his member, and he realized that Sarah had begun giving him a blowjob while he slept. His cock was already nearly erect, as her sucking mouth combined with a sliding hand. Her fingers were curled around his wet shaft, pulling up and down his sensitive skin as her mouth suckled at his cock head. He marvelled for a second at the feel of her cheeks and tongue sucking at his cock head while her fingers pumped his shaft. Evan sat up, and no words were exchanged between them. He pulled at Sarah's body, which had been crouched over his swelling shaft. She found herself on all fours, with Evan moving into position behind her, and she submitted to him.

She arched her back as she felt his thick cock press against the opening to her wet pussy, and then his thickness was filling her again. He moaned at his reintroduction to her tightness, his shaft being squeezed by inch after inch of wet pussy. Evan quickly began fucking in and out of her tiny tunnel, pushing his hips into her firm ass with every thrust. He reached around with his arms. One hand found her hard little clit and began to rub circles around it while the other grasped a firm, dangling breast and squeezed it. He pumped his cock furiously in and out of her, fucking his pole hard into her, over and over and over. This was going to be a quick fuck, and they both knew it. His hand stopped mauling her large tit and found its way up to her hair, while the other hand continued to rub furiously at her clit. He grasped a few strands of her hair in his fist and pulled back lightly. She gasped as she arched her back, feeling him pulling her hair. In and out of her hot, slippery vice went his thick meat, filling her with his rod.

The tingling built and built inside his loins. He felt her slippery pussy walls sliding against the sensitive skin of his shaft, and he came. He cried out, cumming hard and quick into her pussy as he tugged again at his fist full of her red hair. His cock pumped its hot load inside of her. His cries of pleasure and the subtle pain of her hair being pulled sent her over the edge. She too felt the orgasm burst from deep inside of her, felt her walls spasm around his invading member, and shot off into an orgasm of her own. They collapsed again into a sweaty heap atop the piles of blankets on the floor.

Evan dreamed that Leah was skipping through a green summer meadow, full of wild flowers and sunshine. She was laughing, and looking back over her shoulder at him with her sparkling blue eyes and an inviting smile. But every time he tried to reach out for her, she skipped away just out of his reach. When he opened his eyes and realized he was dreaming, he almost began to cry.

He was spooning Sarah's soft body, the hand not trapped under him was holding one of her large breasts. He ran his hand over her smooth tit flesh, feeling her nipple sliding against his fingers. The hand travelled down her body and dipped to the fold between her legs. With her legs closed, he could only feel the top of her slit, but he could feel she was still wet with moisture. His finger tip found the hard button there and began to rub at it softly. Sarah moaned sleepily, acknowledging her arousal.

He kept up steady, soft pressure on Sarah's clit, unsure if she was awake but feeling the growing heat and wetness between her legs. He flicked gently at her clit, teasing her little spot with the tip of his finger, for what felt like several minutes. Sarah started when she finally awoke.

"Oh Evan.... oh Evan," she began, trying to make sense of the burning fire of arousal she found inside of her upon waking. "Oh Evan, what are you doing? Oh.... oh... oh.... I'm going to cum. Put that cock in me, I'm going to cum." She had awoken so close to orgasm, it felt like her clit was on fire with pleasure.

Evan kept his attention to her clit steady as his other hand found his growing penis and slipped its head against her wet folds. His fingers never stopped rubbing gently at her little button and her body was on fire. She lifted her leg slightly to allow him better access, and he pushed his hard cock into her tight little opening. The feeling of her arousal, the feeling of his insistent and steady finger on her clit, and the feeling of his thick cock stretching her pussy walls as it sunk deep inside of her was too much. By the time Evan's rod bottomed out inside of her, the pleasure throughout her crotch had overwhelmed her and she was cumming. She shook and moaned and sighed as the orgasm shot up through her body, out through her pussy, and surged through her in a blast of pleasure and emotion. She trembled against Evan, feeling his hard cock still filling her. 

Wet with her juices and now fully aroused by her orgasm, Evan sank his cock in and out of her tight pussy, feeling the incredible sensation of her tightness milking his dick. Her little pocket of pleasure was so hot and so wet and so tight, a few pumps in and out had brought him close to his own orgasm.

"Oh Evan, cum for me," Sarah encouraged. "Cum for me in my hot pussy. Cum for me however you want to cum."

That gave him an idea. Evan withdrew his cock from her wet folds, and sat up into a kneeling position next to Sarah. One hand closed around his cock and jacked up and down his thick pole, while the other found one of her large breasts and began to play with her nipple. Sarah smiled sleepily up at him, and he drank in the view of her naked body. The large rise of her chest, her beautiful face, her pretty smile. His hand jacked rapidly up and down his pole as he admired her flat, firm stomach with his eyes and the felt firmness of her large breast beneath his hand.

"Oh yeah Evan, cum all over me. Don't you want to cum on this sweet little body of mine?"

"I want to cum on your face."

"Oooooo, go ahead baby. Cum all over my face. Plaster my face with your hot cum. Cum on my face for me... cum on my face."

Her words were too much. His hand flew up and down his cock as he looked at her smiling at him. Her eyes closed as her words encouraged him. He felt the orgasm rise quickly like a building tingle inside of him, and then he was cumming, spraying his hot seed all over her face. The first load splashed loudly against her cheek, the second weak spurt splattered on her chin, and then a little dribble dropped down onto her lips. She never stopped smiling.

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When Evan awoke again, the first early light of morning was creeping over the sky. He dressed quickly, and his things were already packed. Sarah woke up briefly as he opened the door with his pack on his back and his saddle bag over his shoulder. She smiled at him, not understanding.

"Sarah, I will always love you in your own way," he said.

"Aww thanks," she whispered back. He closed the door behind him and she dropped back off to sleep.

By the time he was set and mounted on his horse, hot tears were burning in his eyes. He spurred his horse towards the entrance of the camp and tried to blink the tears away. All that did was send hot rivers streaming down his cheeks, stinging his skin in the cool morning air. As he approached the gate that guarded the entrance to the town, he heard a soft voice calling after him.

"Evan! Evan, wait!" came the cry. Leah was running frantically down the muddy hill after him. She was barefoot and still wearing the white dress from the night before. 

Evan did not slow his horse, but he also did not speed up. Leah caught up to him one hundred feet from the doorway, which the confused and sleepy guard standing there had begun to open for Evan.

"Evan! Look at me!," she implored, and then stopped in her tracks, stunned when he turned and she saw his grey-blue eyes were filled with tears. Shocked by the sadness evident in the lines of his face, her eyes quickly filled with tears of their own.

"Evan, why do you have to leave? Why are you going now? You didn't even want to say goodbye?" she demanded.

"Leah, I have to go," he replied quietly.

"Why can't you stay? Do you hate me that much that you have to run away?" she returned, nearly sobbing.

"I love you so much Leah. You are the best thing in this world that I have ever found, and I'm glad you're so happy here. But because I love you, I have to go," he replied, tears streaming down his face. Leah was shocked into silence.

Evan reached down into his pack and withdrew the old knife his father had given him. The knife had kept him alive, and he had used it to teach Leah so many things while they travelled the road together. She knew what it meant to him.

"I was going to leave this with the guard for you," he said, handing it to her. She accepted it silently, still unsure of what to say and how to respond to what he said. She noticed a note tied to the hilt of the knife, and she read it to herself, barely noting that Evan's horse had begun to move towards the exit once again. Leah, may this protect you as well as it has protected me for so long. And may this gift bring you many years of peace and plenty. Yours always, Evan.

She looked up and saw his back as he entered the doorway. There was so much she wanted to say, so much she thought she would say, but the words jammed together in her throat and caught in her mouth so she stood there struggling to make any sound. And then he was gone, through the door and out of view. 

Evan was sobbing like a little child on the back of his horse, crying like he hadn't cried in years. If he hadn't been so distracted by the overwhelming pain of his sorrow, he would have noticed the strange clouds of dust swirling far off at the edge of the horizon.



Salvation Pt. 03



The burning hole of pain he felt inside of himself was clouding his judgement, just like the tears in his eyes were clouding his vision. But there was still a part of himself, above all the rest, that had learned too much to forget how to survive. That part of him could ignore the gentle movements of the horse beneath him, and the narrow, slippery path in front of him, but it could not ignore the growing clouds of red dust climbing to the horizon in front of him. His senses came alive as if he had gone from asleep to awake.

Evan spurred his horse onwards, careful when he exited the slow moving stream not to lead his mount directly onto the path the led over the little bridge. He came up short of the road, his horse easily navigating the little bank and led them into the scraggly brush along the stream bed. Evan tied the animal behind a small rise far from the road before he carefully crept back towards the bridge on his hands and knees. He made it back to the road just in time to see the mounted army appear over the horizon. 

He could feel the rolling vibrations from their hooves even before he could see them, and was still surprised by the site of them. There had to be at least 30 heavily armed men, each on a hulking specimen of a horse. Evan had never seen so many riders assembled in one group. Evan had not even seen 30 rifles in the same place before. From his vantage, behind some scrub brush and with his belly pressed flat to the ground, Evan had some difficulty at first discerning their formation. But once he spotted the wagons, it became more clear to him. There was an well organized vanguard of around 18 riders, a menacing enough site on its own. Behind those riders were four large covered wagons, each with a driver and a rifleman sitting shotgun. The wagons were flanked by eight riders, four on each side, with four mounted gunman trailing in the rear of the column. Although the horsemen wore a motley collection of dark clothing, each had a red arm band tied around their left arm. 

The large column paused as they reached the bridge, but there was little hesitation. Evan could tell this group already knew where they were going. Their decisiveness sent a chill through Evan. This small army was headed to the hidden village. The lead group of horsemen organized themselves into three squads of six, and the first two guided their mounts into the small stream. Shortly after they had disappeared out of site around the bend, the first two wagons entered the stream. They were followed by six riders, who proceeded the final two wagons, who proceeded the final six riders. Two of the four rear guard were left at the road. One dismounted to stretch his legs and scoop up water from the shallow stream. Evan knew he had to try to warn the village.

For an organized army, the rear guards did not arrange themselves smartly. They spent so much time stretching and drinking that it was little effort for Evan to sneak up within twenty feet of them. While one guard was distracted by the river, Evan put an arrow straight through the other guard's neck. As that guard fell heavily to the dirt, a second arrow went straight through his companion's heart. Evan was soon carefully picking his way through the cold stream, following the thin dirt trail along the road. Two more guards, making no effort to hide their position, were quickly dispatched around a bend of the trail. And from there, Evan began to cautiously approach the rear guard of the wagon train. Two shots rang out further up the valley, and Evan realized he was too late. 

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The march leader raised his left hand, and his men obediently halted. Two shots meant that these settlers they were after were not short on ammo. Two shots also meant they weren't smart enough to disguise their position. That second shot, at least, came from the top of a hill to the left, somewhere near the base of a large tree overlooking the valley. The leader dropped his hand to his side and with a barely recognizable flick, giving a signal. Two men slipped out of the back of the lead wagon and began crawling up the hill through the tall grass. The leader and his men carefully avoided looking at their companions as they snuck their way up the hill. Instead, the leader spent his time scanning the valley ahead. The wooden wall was not yet visible, but he knew it was there. The leader could see his scouts cautiously approaching the top of the grassy hill before two more shots rang out from further up the valley. The two shots were too close together to have come from the same gun and be well aimed, yet both his men slumped forward and slid a short ways down the hill through the thick grass, before they stopped moving forever. This was going to be much harder than the Army had anticipated.

There was something pleasing in that challenge. The Leader hadn't faced opposition this good in many years, and he could respect a well organized opposition. Too often he had ridden like a landslide through helpless villages, easily crushing his opposition, and there was very little honor in that. Here, he might finally have a chance to use the martial skills he had honed for many years.

His voice called out, loud and clear, "I request parlay!"

Only silence followed his words. He waited for a moment, watching the hills in front of him, before calling out again, "I request parlay!"

"Go away," came a response from the near hill to his left. "We don't like visitors and we don't want to talk."

The Leader smiled. He had started a dialogue. "I only want a chance to talk to your leaders without getting shot," he yelled. "Please allow me and just a couple of my men to approach your village."

There was another long, quiet pause. His men, ever obedient, barely stirred as they waited for the response. "Alright," came the voice, "only you and one or two others. Try anything stupid and we'll cut you down."

The Leader nudged his horse forward, and his deputy fell silently in beside him. Around the bend the enormous wooden wall came into view, and the Leader was again impressed. These people had a solid fortification in a well defended position with easy access to water. They had chosen their location very well.

"That's far enough," came a deep voice from behind the wall. The Leader halted his horse. 

"I bring greetings from the Red Empire," called out the Leader.

"How did you find this place?" Asked the voice.

The Leader smiled again. "You trade. You venture out from this place. You exist. The Red Army finds everyone eventually."

"What do you want?" asked the voice.

"We want you to join us," yelled the Leader. He had extended this offer many times before, and the speech was well rehearsed. "We offer you the protection of the strongest fighting force in this world. You can roam freely under our protection. No need to hide behind your walls."

"And what do you want from us?" asked the voice.

"Your young men will be conscripted into this army. They will be well armed and well trained in how to defend you. After ten years of service, they will be free to return to this village. Your village will also be asked to provide ten percent of all of its produce to the Army, in order to keep your defenders, and your own young men, well fed and well armed."

"And what if we decline to join you?" said the voice.

"I'm afraid I can't allow that," returned the Leader. "This is Red Army territory now. Your village will be living under our blanket of protection. All those who benefit from the safety and order we provide will be expected to contribute."

"I could kill you and most of your men right now. What's to stop me from saying no?"

"You could kill us, that's true. But my men who survived would speed word of what happened to our home, and they would return with even more men," explained the Leader. This was a half truth, he knew. The force behind him was the largest the Red Army could field, but there was no way this village would know that.

"Why do you call yourselves the Red Army?" asked the voice.

Not at lot of people asked that, and the Leader was again impressed. It showed curiosity and a thinking process that could only come from a calm mind. Someone overcome by terror would never consider it.

"Centuries ago, a group of men on horseback ran these plains. They worked it and controlled it. They called themselves "The Cowboys," and wore red arm bands to signify their allegiance to their order. We follow in their footsteps."

"Funny," came the voice. "I knew a different Red Army. We decline your offer and ask you to leave."

The Leader suspected this village might say something like that. It was time to try enticement. Why use force when you didn't have to?

"There are benefits to membership in our league that extend beyond protection. There are assets that exist far beyond your borders that could benefit the people of this village," called out the Leader. 

With a flick of his hand, the deputy at his side turned his horse and trotted slowly back to the column of waiting soldiers. The Army had done this dance many times before, and it was well rehearsed. Waiting for him when he returned to the column was a wagon with the top cover removed, and two cows tied to the rear with lead ropes.

As the deputy returned around the bend, the Leader pointed to the items in the cart. "The Red Army is rich, and we extend our wealth to all our members. We have herds of dairy cows for our citizens. We have iron tools and forges capable of making new ones. We have medicines like aspirin and some anti-biotics. We have solar powered generators for warming water and providing heat in the winter." Most of this abundance was also a lie, the Leader knew. Nothing was easy in the blighted lands out on these plains. The Army did have herds of cattle, but most of the meat and milk went to soldiers. They could make iron tools, but raw iron or scrap metal was hard to come by. And the medicine supply was reserved almost exclusively for Army leaders. Of course, as soon as soldiers established themselves in a hungry village that had decided to join, it would be too late to go back to their independence.

"We have all those things already," came the deep voice from behind the towering wooden wall. "Go away."

The Leader smiled. It would have been disappointing if this well defended village had capitulated so easily. It was time to appeal to the men. Men were easier to understand and more decisive and... easier to manipulate. One weakness of most of these stronghold villages was that they were almost always led by men.

"We have other things your village leadership would enjoy. We have gifts and delights for those who properly supervise and manage Army controlled villages," the Leader boasted.

With another almost imperceptible flick of his wrist, the deputy was sent back to the column of soldiers. This time, when he emerged back around the bend, he was followed by four soldiers on foot carrying a wooden crate, followed by three short, hooded figures. 

"I said only two men," came the deep voice from behind the walls.

"Please," replied the Leader, his hands raised in a sign of supplication. "Let us show you the delights we can offer."

The soldiers placed the crate on the ground, and immediately began working to remove the lid. When the top was off, the sides easily came away. Inside the crate was a man wearing nothing but a long, loose robe, sitting tied to a chair that was bolted to the floor of the crate. The four soldiers hurried back to the column of wagons.

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Evan had carefully made it through the rear guard of the column and reached the valley wall. He had easily killed the last two members of the rear guard, requiring so little effort that Evan wondered if the soldiers were sloppier than they appeared. Maybe years of mowing down little opposition had allowed them to grow soft. If so, this little hidden village (and Leah, who he tried not to think about but kept creeping into his mind) might just survive. Evan knew their survival might depend largely on him. 

Evan crept to a position along the slope of one hill of the valley, just across the river from the rear wagon in the Army's column. From his perch, he could make out the Leader negotiating at the wall, and hear some of what was being yelled back and forth. When the sides of the crate fell away, Evan squinted in surprise. The man clearly bound to the chair by restraints bore a strong resemblance to Tom, the bandit Evan had last encountered on the day he rescued Evelynn. It was hard to tell from this distance, and the man in the chair appeared much cleaner, but he very much looked like Tom.

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Tom sat terrified, shaking in the chair. Ever since Badger had clumsily led him into the ambush in the road, Tom had knew this day was coming. These men intended to kill him in some sort of sacrifice. That was why they had kept him alive all this time while refusing to speak to him. Something terrible was going to happen to him. At least Badger had the good luck to be killed in the ambush.

The three short, hooded figures moved to stand in front of him, facing the huge wooden wall in front of him.

"We have gifts of pleasure for our friends," called out the Leader's voice, startling Tom and causing him to jump from its volume.

At the end of the Leader's last sentence, the hoods and robes fell away from the hooded figures. Tom was shocked yet again. The robes had concealed three women, each little more than five feet tall. All three were now completely naked, and they turned together to face Tom. They were beautiful. The two on the sides looked like they could be sisters, with short red hair and twinkling green eyes. They had similarly slim, well toned bodies with ample breasts capped off with big, pink nipples. They looked like busty gymnasts. The middle, raven haired woman was just slightly shorter, with a skinny body and small but firm breasts.

The Leader smiled. These three beauties were his property under Army law. He sometimes loaned them to one of his officers as a reward for exceptional achievement. And this show they were about to preform was always great for morale. There was no sound from beyond the wooden wall. The Leader guess that, like many, these villagers were too stunned to talk.

The raven haired woman with light blue eyes walked up to Tom and caressed his cheek. Tom was terrified she would pull out a dagger and slice his neck, so he struggled against the ropes that pinned his arms behind him and his legs to the chair legs. Instead, she bent slightly forward and kissed him softly on the lips. Tom was too surprised to kiss her back. As she pulled away, looking at him with her pretty blue eyes, she smiled. Despite himself, Tom smiled back. The young woman leaned forward again and kissed him more deeply, thrusting her tongue between his lips. Tom accepted her affections, and their tongues danced inside his mouth.

The young woman climbed up into Tom's lap so that her knees were on his thighs and her small feet rested on his knees. She pressed her thin, tight body against his as she continued to kiss him. Tom could feel her small, soft breasts pressing against the fabric of his chest, but he was powerless to reach out for them or even push himself harder against her. The woman's hands were stroking his hair as she kissed him deeply, stopping only to kiss her way up his cheek and nibble on his ear. Tom exhaled deeply at the sensation of her tongue playfully flicking at his ear lobe.

Tom felt two soft hands fumbling beneath his robe, then sliding up his thigh and brushing against his slowly hardening member. With the black haired woman atop him, Tom could not see anything beyond her, but he guessed one of the red heads was now gently wrapping her fingers around his growing cock. The hands began softly pumping up and down Tom's thick shaft. The raven haired woman returned to kissing Tom, her fingers lazily running through his hair. The hands beneath his robes now lifted the fabric, exposing his growing cock to the cool air around him. The cool breeze on the skin of his cock was replaced by a soft, wet heat that engulfed his now fully rigid member. As Tom felt the sucking sensation sliding up and down his pole, he realized that the woman was blowing him. He moaned deeply, having not felt sexual release since his time with Evelynn on the road. 

In response to his moan, the woman straddling him giggled and finally slid her body aside. She stood to the side of Tom, cradling his head against her breasts. Tom looked down and saw the red haired woman's head bobbing up and down on his cock. The sight ignited fiery sparks of pleasure deep inside his crotch. Her tongue swirled around the head of his member before her whole mouth plunged downward, engulfing his pole in slippery wetness. The sensation of her sucking mouth sliding up and down the entire length of his prick was too much for Tom. It had been too long. 

"Oh God," Tom whimpered softly as he felt the anticipatory tingling in his cock. The raven haired woman ran her hands softly up and down his chest as if to encourage the explosion. The head head in his lap slid wetly up and down his shaft in front of his eyes, and Tom could do nothing to stop it. The warm, wet mouth paused its bobbing motion to suckle on the head of his pole before it resumed wetly sliding up and down his member. The sparks fused into one big bolt of pleasure and Tom was suddenly cumming, his sperm bursting up through his cock and into the eagerly waiting mouth in his lap. The red head sucked gently on Tom's cock head, encouraging the last little drops to come out, before turning her head and spitting his seed onto the dirt of the path. Then she looked up at Tom with her beautiful green eyes and smiled at him.

The Leader laughed softly. The bound men often came quickly, his women had expert tongues.

Tom's erection was slowly wilting as the raven haired woman tore open his robes, exposing most of his skin to the cool air. She began kissing Tom's neck, sucking on it softly. The two red heads each straddled one of his legs and leaned forward to suck on his nipples. Tom could feel their naked pussies grinding against his exposed thighs, and he could feel that they were wet. One of the red heads slid her body up over his, presenting her full breasts to his lips. Tom eagerly sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, rubbing at it with his tongue.

"Oh yes," she cried out softly, as the other red head continued to suck on Tom's nipples. 

The red heads switched positions, the one on Tom's left now sliding up his body to offer her breasts to his hungry mouth. The one on the right slid down his body and began sucking on his nipple. With the gentle ministrations of three beautiful women, the thought of being killed finally slipped from Tom's mind. His cock also began swelling slightly, a development noticed by the raven haired woman sucking on Tom's neck. She let go of Tom's head and walked around to his front. The woman dropped to her knees while spitting into her hand, before rubbing her saliva up and down Tom's rod. Both of her soft hands closed around his slick road. She began pumping his cock slowly and gently, feeling it stiffen in her grasp, while her partners both stood in front of Tom, offering up their breasts to his playful tongue.

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Evan could clearly see that the soldiers had lost interest in their guard duties. Most were trying to peek around the curve to watch the show being put on for the village. Some had brazenly pulled their cocks out of their pants and were stroking themselves while trying to glimpse the three ladies. Evan hoped they were genuinely careless and soft, as he crept down the hillside towards the last wagon in their train.

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With his cock continuing to grow, the raven haired woman stood aside while the red heads slid their bodies down Tom's. The read heads each took a side between his leg and began running their lips up and down the sides of Tom's rod. Tom marvelled at the sight of them, it was like they were french kissing each other with his cock between their mouths. He groaned at the sensation of their tongues tickling the sides of his pole as the wetness of their lips slid up and down him. They began swirling parallel circles with their tongues on either side of his cock. Finally, one slipped the tip of his pole between her lips and began sucking gently on his cock head. Her green eyes looked deeply into his while he felt her tongue swirling around his tip. The other red head began lapping at Tom's balls with his tongue, trying to also look into his eyes from between his legs. 




Salvation Pt. 03



The raven haired woman again began sucking on Tom's neck, this time making whimpering noises as if she was in heat. Tom was being licked silly. One tongue swirled around his cock head, another tickled his ball sack, and a third licked at his neck. Between their sucking at the moaning of the woman near his ear, Tom was rapidly building to another quick orgasm.

"Oh God, I'm going to cum," he said quietly.

On cue, the red head sucking his dick popped his rod from her mouth and allowed gobs of her saliva to dribble down and coat his pole. She pressed her large, firm breasts around either side of his cock and began sliding her chest up and down around his shaft.

"Cum for me, baby," she cooed in a high, girly voice.

Her partners stood to either side of Tom, "Cum for us baby, cum for us," the moaned softly into his ears. "Cum on her tits for us baby."

As his pole rubbed between the soft skin of her tits, her partners moaned, and she looked at him pleadingly with her green eyes. Tom's cock was surrounded by soft, smooth tit flesh that tickled the skin of his pole. He lost control again. This orgasm was much quicker and sharper than the first, suddenly building to an almost painful crescendo of pleasure. As Tom's cock head popped from between the woman's melons, hot spurts of cum shot out and dribbled down her chin. All three women laughed in joy and triumph as Tom blew his load all over the tops of the woman's breasts.

As he came down from the ecstasy, Tom realized he was panting even though he had barely moved in the last fifteen minutes. His cock felt completely limp and slightly raw, and he worried about what price he was going to have to pay for all this pleasure. While the red head between his legs tried to clean the white cum off her chest with the remnants of Tom's robe, the other red head sucked gingerly on Tom's cock. He didn't think he could get it up again, or even take anymore. Her tongue slid slowly up and down Tom's soft shaft, but he felt like his nerve endings were spent. Then Tom had a new fear. These women were going to kill him with sex.

The Leader shouted again to the men behind the wall. "These and other incredible carnal pleasures for civilian leaders of the Red Army," he boasted. "What strong leader wouldn't want something like these beauties to take his stress away?"

At first there was no answer, which mildly amused the Leader. Then the low voice responded again, "No. Thank You. We have asked you to leave." The Leader chuckled briefly. It was time for the threats.

The red head was now blowing cool air on Tom's cock while the other two women ran their hands up and down his thighs. They clearly wanted him to get hard again, but Tom's cock was having trouble. The red head between his legs began rubbing Tom's soft cock against her smooth breast, and that got him a little stiffer. The other read head stood before Tom, kneading her breasts and pinching her nipples while looking into his eyes with a pleading face, as if she were begging for sex. The raven haired woman was soon licking the red head's nipple in front of Tom's face, while their partner massaged Tom's cock between her hand and her tits. She could feel Tom slowly starting to get hard.

"If you will not join willingly, we will make you join," called out the Leader. "There are punishments for those who refuse to enter our protective fold willingly."

Again on cue, another crate was carried forward by four of the soldiers. This time, the deputy did not return from around the bend with them. As the new crate was set next to Tom, and the sides removed, the bound body of a young, blond woman was revealed. It was Megan, Leah's cousin. She was also tied to a chair, just like Tom's, with the ropes across her chest carefully arranged to display her large, full breasts. 

Megan's last two days had been vastly different from Tom's. While under restraint, she had been teased almost to the point of orgasm by the three little devils now working Tom's body. But each time, she was denied her release. The sexual torture had left her dripping and her pussy aching. They had teased her with tickling toys, used their tongues on her exposed clit, and run vibrators against her G spot. They had sucked on her helpless body, teasing her exposed nipples, her neck, her toes. They fucked her with intricately designed dildos, vibrating pleasure through her clit and straight through her dripping pussy. By the end of the second day, with two of the little women lapping their tongues against her pussy she screamed her pleas for release. No matter how much she begged them on that second day, they never took her over the edge into orgasm. Each time they would tease her to the point of strong arousal, and then leave her completely alone for several agonizing minutes before returning. Exhausted and desperately horny, Megan had wondered what terrible ordeal they were preparing her for. Now seated next to Tom with the giant wooden wall of a strange village looming in front of her, she realized the ordeal would be even worse than she had imagined. 

A hushed commotion had broken out between the village defenders on the other side of the wall. "You bastards!" an unfamiliar voice shouted. The low voice finally returned. "You harm one hair on that poor woman's head and we will..."

"You will what?" responded the Leader, beginning to back his horse away from the wall. "You'll come out and fight me?" he mocked. "Mark well what you see here. This is what we will make of all of your women if you refuse to join us. This is how we punish the ungrateful!" And with that last shout, the Leader turned his horse and slowly rode back to his men. Around the bend, out of sight of the villagers, the soldiers had stopped milling about. They were busily preparing for an assault. An actual artillery piece had been unloaded from one of the wagons and was being prepared to fire.

Megan was left alone with Tom and the three women. One red head had Tom's cock nearly back at full mast, rubbing it with her fingers against the side of her cleavage. The other red head was walking towards Megan. The brunette was busy fumbling with something behind Megan's chair. Megan closed her blue eyes in fear, knowing some of what was coming next.

The red head crawled between Megan's spread legs and began kissing her thighs. Megan could already feel that her pussy was wet. The brunette peeled off Megan's robe, exposing her creamy skin to the sunlight. Megan felt the tentative licking of a tongue against her outer pussy lips and, even after all this time, craved the feeling of that tongue on her clit. She needed it. Megan was so distracted by the warm, wet mouth closing over her slit that she barely noticed the black haired woman pulling on the ropes behind her. The wet tongue was now brushing slowly up and down the opening to Megan's pussy. Each lick upwards brought it tantalizingly close to Megan's clit, but each time it would slip away before making contact. 

The other red head was now bobbing her head up and down Tom's cock. It was almost fully erect again, and she was slathering her tongue up and down the shaft to bring it all the way back. Tom was starting to feel the tingling sensation of pleasure returning as he watched the red hair fly up and down in his lap. Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see Megan's naked body and her large, beautiful breasts. The red head's twin was busy between Megan's legs. 

Megan felt the wet mouth close over her clit and and the tongue beginning to circle around her hard nub. She didn't need much more stroking, just a little direct contact from that rough tongue and she was in heat again. All the teasing, all the rubbing, and now a wet tongue was finally on her clit. She could feel her orgasm building in her body, this is how it would happen. She would cum on this slut's tongue in front of an audience of strangers, and yet the soft, persistent lapping was all she cared about. She needed to cum.

Both red heads stopped what they were doing and stood up. Immediately, Megan felt her wrists being pulled upwards. She was on her feet in a flash, still aroused and very confused. She had been so close again! The brunette had just finished removing the ropes binding Megan's arms and legs to the chair, but there were still strong ties on her wrists and ankles. Confused, Megan tried to kick to test her new freedom, but her tormentors had been quicker. They yanked hard on the rope connected to the ankle that kicked outward, which was wrapped around a pulley connected to the bottom of Tom's chair. Megan was obliged to take a step towards Tom just to keep her balance, only to find her other ankle being pulled by its rope. She was again obliged to step forward. There was little she could do to stop herself from being drawn towards Tom's chair, and realized the trap too late. When her ropes on her body were finally pulled tightly and wrapped around the new chair, she found her feet bound next to Tom's feet and her wrists bound to the chair on either side of Tom's head. She was straddling Tom with her naked breasts dangling in front of his face. Megan looked down and saw Tom's hard cock, still wet with the woman's saliva, pointing straight upwards. The three tormentors fled back around the bend, giggling like school girls as they went.

In the back of her mind, Megan noted a commotion growing behind the wall. "... to do SOMETHING..." came one angry voice, followed closely by, "... exactly WHAT THEY WANT..." from another. But Megan couldn't pay attention to the voices. Her mind was firmly fixed on her aching pussy, which had begged for orgasm for two whole days, and the hard cock in front of her. Tom also knew what was coming.

"I'm so sorry," he said sincerely. Their eyes met briefly.

"Just," Megan began. She couldn't believe her mouth was saying this and yet she was already starting to lower her body. "Just... promise me you will last until I get to cum," she pleaded.

"I will try," came Tom's weak response. 

Megan swung her hips forward, pressing her crotch against Tom's chest. As she arched her back, angling for his cock, her firm, young breasts were pressed against Tom's chest. Megan's blond hair fell against Tom's face and tickled his neck. This was going to be tricky with neither of them being able to use their hands. Megan couldn't believe she was doing this, wantonly contorting her body while no doubt in clear view of several strangers. But her pussy was literally dripping, and she needed to satisfy the throbbing hunger inside her. Megan slid her body down Tom's , sticking close to his chest. When she finally felt his hard cock head, her pussy tingled with excitement, even though that cock head bumped her somewhere between her pussy and ass holes. In her eagerness, she was pushing down so hard that Tom's cock slipped back and pressed against her ass hole. That was not at all what she wanted. Megan lifted up just a bit again, shifted her hips slightly back, and sat down again. This time the rigid pole beneath her rubbed tantalizingly against her wet pussy lips. Tom could feel her dripping wetness against his throbbing cock head, and again prayed that he would at least last long enough to satisfy her. But again she had misjudged the right angle, and Tom's fat cock head slipped past the opening to her sex and rubbed teasingly against her clit. It was like she was teasing herself now! Megan bit her lip with frustration, and briefly considered simply rubbing her clit against her shaft. No, she decided, she needed proper release. She needed to feel her aching pussy being filled. She was determined to get it right. At least Tom was staying hard. Megan shifted sightly forward again, and this time she felt the hard shaft pressing against her tight pussy hole. Carefully, Megan sat down on Tom's cock, enjoying every single inch of his meat as it slid inside her and rubbed against her wet pussy walls.

Tom moaned loudly, feeling the tight, wet pussy slowly envelop his manhood all the way to the root. It was the tightest pussy he had ever felt, squeezing his already over stimulated cock against its wet, slipper walls. Megan couldn't believe her pussy was FINALLY filled with man meat, but she desperately hungered for release. Megan lifted herself up, feeling the pole sliding outward, rubbing against her soft, tight pussy walls. Then she quickly dropped herself down hard on the rod, enjoying the way Tom's cock head hit her G spot. Up and down she flew, her smooth breasts bouncing against Tom's chest as she rode him. She set a furious pace, desperate to finally feel orgasm. Tom's cock drilled in and out of her tightness, stretching her deliciously. But the rapid sucking motion of her tight pussy on Tom's pole, her beautiful face above him so full of arousal, and the sights of her magnificent bouncing breast flesh was also having its effect on Tom.

"Oh God, it's too good," Tom pleaded, gritting his teeth.

"No," Megan panted in response as she worked her pussy up and down the hard cock, "Please no. Hold on."

"Oh God, you're so tight!" Tom moaned, feeling the hot, wet pussy pistoning up and down his hard shaft. 

Megan could feel the burning tingling of the approaching orgasm. Finally, she was in control of her stimulation. Her hands and feet were bound, she could barely move, but she could ride this cock as much as she wanted to. She could feel it pushing apart her pussy walls and sliding in and out of her woman hood, and she wanted to cum. She felt the arousal inside of her and she needed to cum. Her legs were growing tired, but the cock she was pumping in and out of her wet pussy felt so good. It rubbed her lips and pushed against her G spot. She was going to explode with this orgasm. 

"Oh no," Tom groaned, "Oh yessssss!"

"No, no, no, no, no," Megan pleaded in between her cries of ecstasy, but it was no use. She could feel Tom's cock swelling inside of her.

In one last, desperate attempt, Megan bottomed out on the pole inside her pussy and ground her hips back and forth against Tom's pelvis. She was filled with hard cock and desperately rubbing her exposed clit against Tom's body. It was so dirty and wanton, and it felt so good. Megan's grinding delayed Tom's orgasm just a bit, but she was still rubbing his cock back and forth inside her tight pussy. Megan's clit was on fire as she rubbed the exposed nub against Tom. The soft walls of her sweet snatch were too much, and Tom felt the orgasm he was trying to hold back overtake him. 

"Aaaaaaaah," he cried out as the sharp orgasm burned through him. With three orgasms so quickly, the pain of this one burned so intensely that it was almost as much pain as pleasure. Tom felt his own fire leaping from his loins and flowing through his shaft. Tom's cum spurted deep into Megan's pussy.

The bastard had cum, but she was so close. His swelling cock had actually felt good, further stretching her tight canal. Her clit was rubbing furiously against Tom's pelvis and Tom's deep moans of bliss excited her further. Megan closed her eyes. She was so close, her clit being tickled by Tom's pelvis, his cock against her G spot, his hot cum erupting inside of her.

And then she was there. The sparking heat burned through her toes and up through her inner thighs. When it centered on her clit and exploded through her pussy she screamed. "NnngggggYESSSSSSSSS!!" she cried out. "Oh GAWD YESSSSSSSSSS!!" as the orgasm racked through her body, flushing her chest and burning through her crotch. She came so hard, finally finding sweet release, that is set her nipples tingling. She arched her back deeply for a moment, riding that sweet, sweet wave of orgasm before her sweating body collapsed against Tom's.

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It had all been a distraction. As Megan's exhausted and satisfied form slumped against Tom's body, the boom of a loud explosion rang out, and the towering wooden wall shattered. The solid wood fragments burst into a trillion chunks of wood, some large and some the size of splinters, but all deadly projectiles. The waiting soldiers, most now mounted, charged straight past the nearly oblivious forms of the two naked, bound people and flew through the remnants of the old wall.

Two things saved the village. The first was that their leaders, unlike nearly every village before them, had realized the spectacle might be a trap. The second thing was Evan. As the soldiers came pouring through the gap, they didn't find the heap of splintered bodies that they expected. There had been no one on the other side of the wall when it was blown open by their artillery piece. Instead, the riders were met by a barrage of projectiles. Some were arrows of both wooden and metal design, although only two struck home in the flesh of charging riders. Most of the projectiles were large rocks and chunks of wood. These managed to knock at least four of the soldiers from their mounts. The Leader, at the front of the second wave of riders saw this all develop in front of him and smiled. Finally, real and coordinated opposition to overcome! At least four of his riders were out of the fight and one was badly injured. The Leader had four riders left in his first wave, and ten in the second riding practically shoulder to shoulder up the narrow valley. If this faltered, he still had ten (or so he thought) rifle men being led by his deputy, plus another eight kept in emergency reserve.

The next development focused the Leader's attention. As the first wave of horses neared the top of the muddy ramp that led into the village, they were not met by the fleeing villagers they had learned to expect. They were not even met by a line of pickets, armed with guns, as they had encountered at one village. Instead, they were met by a wave of mounted villagers. There were maybe twelve men on horseback riding down the hill at full speed. Most were old men, and two were boys. But these villagers were charging towards the mounted soldiers. The Leader had not expected this. As the mud flew skyward from the horses hooves and the ground between the two lines quickly disappeared, the soldiers barely had time to bring their guns to bear on the rapidly approaching opposition.

The villagers, better prepared for what was about to happen, managed to fire first. Most, though not all, had guns, and a crackle of fire erupted from their line. The poorly prepared shots didn't hit a single rider in the first wave of soldiers, but two from the second wave slipped from their mounts. The soldiers in the front column fired next, blowing one old villager right off his saddle. But the ranks closed too quickly and the villagers were upon them before they could properly aim. One eager boy, full of adrenaline, lept from his horse and tackled an opposing soldier at full speed. The stunned soldier was knocked unconscious, with the almost equally surprised boy landing atop his body. As the wave of villagers mowed through the first wave of soldiers, the Leader saw none of those men were left. 

It was time to make a quick decision, something the Leader had never had to do in battle before. He knew this is what made leaders of men great, but he chose poorly. He signaled for his line of riders to wheel and head back to the safety of their lines. From there they could either regroup or pick off the villagers with their superior fire power.

The plan actually would have worked if not for Evan. The villagers, filled with bravado after so easily dispatching the soldier's first attack, charged out from beyond their old wall and intended to pursue the now fleeing soldiers. The Leader smiled, visualizing the counter attack he could turn into a trap for the villagers. But as the Leader rounded the bend, he smelled smoke. His line of horsemen were greeted with a wall of flame and the sight of two of their comrades dead and bleeding on the ground. Evan had lit a line of fire down one valley wall and up the other, using kerosene he had stolen from the back of one of the Red Army wagons. Panicked by the sight of fire erupting to their rear as their comrades charged forward, the remaining soldiers in the reserve rushed to pull their supplies away from the growing flames. Evan managed to pick off four of them with well placed rifle shots before they realized he was there. 




Salvation Pt. 03



The Leader saw that his intention to lead the villagers into a counter attack had instead found him firmly stuck in a trap. He had eight men mounted, including himself. He saw his deputy had dismounted and was trying to lead several soldiers on foot, pointing at something through the flames. It appeared the soldiers' column was somehow being attacked from the rear, and the Leader could see another dead soldier's body draped over the group's artillery piece. The enraged villagers were approaching fast from his rear, pushing his men like a hammer against an anvil of the flames. The Leader didn't even have time to shout orders. He raised a revolver from his belt, wheeled his horse again, and took aim at the villagers charging towards him.

This was the moment when the brief battle turned into a desperate gamble for survival. Four mounted men followed their leader and wheeled with their him, as they should have. The Leader fired off two quick shots, wounding one villager in the center of their ragged line and killing another. Following his unspoken lead, the four soldiers with him fired off quickly aimed shots at the center of the line of villagers. One more villager tumbled from his horse, but the shots also had the intended effect of moving the untrained villagers apart at the center of their line. At full speed, the Leader and three of his men shot through the gap as it opened. The final soldier in their group was cut down by a bullet from one of the villagers before he could clear their line.

All of the other soldiers were lost. Two of the riders had panicked at the sight of the wall of flame, and instead of turning with their leader as they should have, these riders tried to push their horses up the steep valley walls in an attempt to escape around the fire. Their horses slowed dramatically trying to climb to the higher ground, and Evan easily cut them down from his concealed position. The third rider was so surprised and confused that he dismounted in an attempt to aid his comrades on foot. 

The Leader's deputy knew he was in serious trouble, even before he saw the two riders cut down. Someone had managed to sneak through the column's rear guard, and had ambushed the soldiers. Whoever it was also knew what they were doing, and the deputy had no way to judge the size of the opposing force. With the stupid rider who had dismounted, the deputy had ten men left alive under his command, with a group of angry villagers on horseback approaching his position. He ordered his men into a defensive circle, and place himself facing the oncoming mounted villagers. The deputy fired towards the villagers, failing to hit anyone or even slow their charge. The horses were on him and in his defensive circle before most of his men could even aim. Three soldier were killed at close range by mounted villagers while a fourth was killed after he abandoned his cover to try to flee from the horses. Three soldiers on one side of the circle fought back and managed to get off shots, but the enraged villagers were upon them too quickly and the soldiers were trampled beneath the horses. The deputy threw down his rifle and raised his hands in surrender, quickly copied by the remaining soldier. The mounted villagers cheered, roaring their celebration, but Evan had already emerged from his cover and was racing on foot back towards the village. There was still danger in their midst.

As the Leader had hoped, there was little prepared defense left in the village. Some rocks and tree branches were flung at the four remaining horsemen now galloping up the muddy slope towards the small collection of houses, but one shot to the chest of an old woman shooting rocks with a slingshot and the villagers scattered. The riders tore through the spaces between the neat little houses, trying to find a rear exit to the village. All they found were trees and steep cliffs overlooking the surrounding countryside. One desperate rider was too distracted in his search for escape, and a villager managed to trip his horse, sending the rider tumbling from his mount and snapping his spine. Another rider tried to ease his horse down one of the steep banks behind the village. A thick tree branch, courtesy of one of the villagers, hit him squarely in the back of the head and sent him tumbling over the cliff.

The remaining soldier threw down his weapon and put up his hands. The Leader knew that wasn't an option for him. He couldn't see a way out of the back of the village and he couldn't go out the front. It was time to take a hostage. The Leader rode back through the village, dodging the occasional stone thrown his way and watching the villagers scatter. One woman with bright, flowing red hair caught his eye. She was running for the doorway to a house, but she wasn't running fast enough. The Leader had a hand full of her red hair well before she reached the doorway, and a well practiced move with his strong arms had scooped her up onto his saddle. He held tightly to the reins with one hand while his other brought a knife to her throat. By the time he was back near the entrance to this village, the woman was sitting rigidly upright in front of him, his knife pressed against her skin.

A single man blocked the Leader's exit, standing in the middle of the dirt path. Unlike the other villagers, this man wore the heavy clothing of someone experienced with travelling the roads in these parts. He was tall, and held a rifle loosely in his hands. Even from a distance, the Leader could tell the most striking thing about the man was his piercing blue eyes. Those eyes looked furious. The Leader tightened his grip on the blade he held in his hand. 

How had it come to this so quickly, the Leader wondered. He had ridden into this valley at the head of an army, and now he was being stopped by a single, defiant man. 

"Let me pass, friend, or I'll slit her throat," called the Leader.

"Can't let you do that," Evan called back, "I went through too much to save her."

The Leader could not afford to be delayed here, and he knew it. He debated dropping his reigns to reach for his pistol to try to take out this wannabe hero in front of him. "I'll let her go when..."

The last of many lies he had told in the course of his life died on the Leader's lips before he could even finish it. He felt a sudden jolt in his back, like someone had punched him from behind. There was a burning, painful heat in his chest, and something wet in his mouth. His tongue stopped working. As he slid backwards and slipped off the back of his horse, the last thing he saw was a beautiful blond woman standing in the path leading back towards the houses, holding an empty bow in her hands. He died before he could work out that it was an arrow from that bow that had killed him, the only man that Leah would ever kill.

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No one in the village would ever entirely remember the moments after the battle, though many would try thousands of times to share the vague recollection of what they remembered from that day. There was anguish, followed by overwhelming grief for their dead. Five of their fellow citizens had been killed, one was seriously wounded, and another would walk with a limp for the rest of his life from a broken leg. The tears and sorrow from their family members was inconsolable. 

There was also triumph and joy. Ed, who had been one of the lead riders, held his rifle high in celebration. He stumbled around the remnants of his village's once mighty wall, befuddled by the relief and joy and surprise that were bubbling out from inside him. He could not believe the firepower his little village had survived, and gritted his teeth when he realized that he had helped defeat the mighty Red Army from the ghost stories of his trading partners. 

Evan barely remembered helping a shaking and grateful Sarah off the back of the soldier's horse. For years afterwards he would say it felt like he was floating, until he found himself standing in front of Leah. His rifle slipped from his hand. The words he wanted to say all fought at once to be spoken and caught in his throat. He stood there stammering. And then he noticed Leah was crying, the tears pouring freely from her beautiful blue eyes and down her soft cheeks. And then he was crying, and then he was holding her. He felt her soft, womanly body pressed against his hard muscle. And then they were kissing, his eager lips meeting her soft lips in return, their tears mingling on their cheeks. 

His lips pulled back for a moment, while he continued to hold her tightly in his arms. He didn't want to ever let her go again. "Leah," he finally managed, "I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you."

Her tear filled smile and the way her eyes twinkled in response would forever be etched into his memories. "I love you too, Evan," she replied softly. 

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By nightfall that day, the whole village was working and celebrating. There was much to be done. A sobbing but relieved Megan had been cut free from an apologetic and sheepish Tom. Both were given clothes and welcomed into the village. The dead were laid out and mourned. The villagers decided to bury the dead soldiers, even the Leader, in a grave site they hastily assembled just beyond the entrance of their old wooden wall. Work had already begun on rebuilding the wall that kept the village safe, and the captured artillery piece now sat guard over the village's entrance. The three pixies, as the villagers began calling the three temptress women, had been found hiding in one of the soldiers' wooden carts. The villagers were still deciding what to do with them. The carts were being picked apart for supplies, and the village found a wealth of weaponry. The deputy and two of the surrendered soldiers had been allowed to leave on horseback, though they weren't allowed to take any weapons with them. The remaining surviving soldier pleadingly explained that he had been a conscript and was allowed to stay at the village. 

Friends were hugging, people were patting each other on the back, and a feast had been prepared. Evan had announced that he was going to stay. He was the village's new hero, a position he would retain for the rest of his life. Everyone wanted to talk to him, congratulate him, and thank him. All Evan wanted to do was hold Leah, and they rarely left each others sides. 

Late that night, Evan had finally managed to slip away from the well wishers and congratulators. Leah had left him briefly to catch up with her lost cousin Megan over dinner. Evan was wandering through the darkened village, up much later than usual, trying to find where Leah had gone. 

Slipping between the houses, Evan came to the small house the villagers used as a meeting hall. The sounds of a woman's voice crying out in sexual arousal came wafting on the night air towards him. Evan noted three men waiting in line at the front door to the house. Curious, Evan walked to one of the side windows and peered inside. 

Heavy blankets had been placed over the long, wooden tables in the meeting room. One of the red headed pixie women was naked on her back on one end of the table, her shapely legs spread wide and wrapped around one of the villagers. The man had placed his hands over the woman's large breasts, and his hips thrust back and forth. He was clearly fucking her hard. The woman was looking up at him with her green eyes, moaning as he plowed her little body. 

"That's it baby," she egged him on, "Fuck me hard. Pinch my nipples, fill my little pussy with your cum. Fuck me baby."

The raven haired pixie woman was sitting on one of the benches, her mouth full of a young villager's cock. Her hand was pumping up and down the young man's rod as her head bobbed up and down his shaft. Evan had always suspected the young, unmarried man was a virgin. The man seemed to be completely oblivious to the hard fucking going on beside him. He placed his hands at the back of the dark haired woman's head and began fucking her face. 

The third pixie woman was lying face down on another table, her body covered in sweat. Evan felt someone coming to stand beside him. 

"They've asked if they could stay, and the villagers have agreed," Sarah whispered. "They wanted to repay the villagers in some way for the work they had done in the service of those who tried to take this village. And they wanted to repay the villagers for their kindness. This... this is... the only way they know how to pay for something. This is the only life they've ever known."

"Oh yes, baby, yes," moaned the red head being fucked. The man was ramming his hard cock so hard into her wet pussy that her body was being jarred back in forth. "Oh don't stop... don't stop! I'm going to..... CUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!" she cried out, her feet flailing and as her hands balled into fists.

"And they do seem to enjoy their work," Sarah added.

Evan chuckled, watching a third man enter the room and drop his pants. He positioned his semi-hard cock in front of the face of the red haired woman lying unattended on the table. The woman looked up at him and smiled, before sucking his cock between her soft lips. 

Evan felt Sarah move a little closer to him, her arm brushing against his. He turned to look at her, catching her green eyes looking intently at his. She smiled at him. 

"Evan I..." Sarah began, "Thank you. You've saved my life twice now. It's a debt I could never fully repay."

"Sarah," Evan replied, "I don't have many friends in this world, and I am thankful with all of my heart that you are one of my best friends."

"Evan," Sarah said quietly, her gentle hand finding his, "I want to thank you..."

"I'm in love with Leah," Evan replied, cutting her off.

Sarah smiled, and Evan was surprised to find no trace of sadness or unease in her eyes as she looked at him. "Of course you're in love with Leah. I've always known you two loved each other, since the day you two saved me from that awful slavers camp."

"Then why did you..." Evan began.

It was Sarah's turn to interrupt him, "Because I really appreciated everything you did for me, Evan. And because it was fun. Until you two could see through your own stupid bullshit and realize that you were meant for each other, I was going to enjoy this hard body of yours as much as you'd let me." Sarah slapped playfully at Evan's taut stomach, laughing as she did.

Evan smiled back at her. The two embraced, warmly wrapping their arms around each other. "I hope we will stay great friends, Sarah."

"We'll always be great friends," Sarah replied. "You'll always be my savior, and the closest thing to family that I have left." With that, Sarah walked away. 

Evan turned back to the window. The red head who had been sucking a cock was now on all fours, her heavy, firm breasts swinging back and forth beneath her as the man she had been blowing fucked her from behind. Her smooth, sweat covered skin glistened in the light as the man pounded her. The other red head was now on her side, looking up into the eyes of a new arrival, whose cock she was pumping with her closed hand. The raven haired woman had mounted her partner, who was now sitting on the bench, and she was pushing her body up and down his erect cock. If he was a virgin before, he wasn't anymore. The young man fondled the woman's breast as her thin body rode him, her hot pussy enveloping his engorged pole. She was nibbling on his neck as he fucked her. 

Evan felt another presence approaching him out of the darkness, and turned to look. He could make out Leah's long, blond hair, tied back into a ponytail, before he could make out her features in the dark. She embraced him and they kissed gingerly, his strong arms wrapping themselves around her womanly body.

"Sarah said I could find you here," Leah began, before the moans of sex drew her attention to the window. "I see you're enjoying a show."

"I am a man, after all," Evan teased in response.

"Do you want them, Evan?" Leah asked, her arm slipping down Evan's side and resting over his cock. She could feel through the cloth of his pants that he was hard. "I'm sure every man in this village would let you cut the line to take a turn with those three. This village owes you everything it has, more than it could ever give."

"I don't want any of it, and I don't want them," Evan replied. "All I want, and will ever want, for the rest of my life, is you."

Leah felt her heart bursting with joy. "I love you Evan," she whispered. 

"I will always love you, Leah," he returned. "Will you marry me?"

Her arms flew around his neck and she squeezed him tightly. "Of course. Yes. Yes."

Leah's hand dropped back down to Evan's crotch and ran across the bulge in his pants. She rubbed at it while staring, deeply into his eyes.

"Let's go back to your place..." he began.

"OUR place," she responded.

"Let's go back and..."

"No," she said softly. "No, you like this show. You enjoy it. If all you want is me, I'll give my hero the reward he deserves, because all I want is you."

Leah dropped to her knees in front of him. "Are you sure about this?" he asked.

She smiled up at him, her blue eyes meeting his. "Yes, my love," she replied. "I am anything you want tonight."

Leah fumbled for a bit with the ties to Evan's pants before she was able to loosen them and pull them down to his ankles. Evan's hard cock, fully erect, sprang free. Leah felt herself getting wet at the sight of Evan's long, thick manhood, inches from her face. Evan's attention was drawn back inside of the house, even as he felt Leah's small, delicate fingers wrapping around his hard pole. 

"I'm going to cum," the recent virgin cried out.

"Do it sweetie," the raven haired woman replied huskily. "Cum inside my sweet, tight pussy." She continued to bounce her tight body up and down his pole, riding his cock as he closed his eyes and arched his back.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, yeeeaaaahhhhhssssssss," the young man cried out as he emptied his seed into the young woman. 

Evan saw one red head still being fucked hard from behind while the other was already using a towel to wipe globs of white cum from her chest and stomach. Evan's focus returned to Leah when he felt her hot, wet mouth suck in the head of his pole. Leah's tongue swirled over his cock head and lapped at the sensitive underside to its tip. She plunged her mouth down his rod, taking most of his seven inches before running her tongue along his shaft as she withdrew his pole from her mouth. Her hand soon joined her mouth, sliding up and down the cock she had slicked with her saliva. As Leah's sucking mouth slipped over his pole, Evan saw new villagers replacing the spent men who had been satisfied by the pixies. Leah's hand flew up and down Evan's rod, turning around his meat, her blue eyes staring intently into his. Evan looked back through the window and saw one red head on her back being fucked, her round breasts jiggling back and forth from the fucking, while the other red head on all fours encouraged her partner to blow his load all over her firm ass. The cum spewed out of the partner's cock and splattered in sticky globs all over the woman's backside. The raven haired woman was sitting in a man's lap, using two wet hands to pump the man's cock up and down while he suckled on her breasts.

Evan felt the rising tingling in his balls. "I'm going to cum, Leah," he warned.

Leah released his cock from between her lips with a popping sound and smiled up at him. "Go ahead baby, cum whenever you want." She sucked the head of his pole back into her mouth and flicked her tongue against his swollen head. 

"Leah," Evan responded throatily, "I want to cum on your face."

Again his cock popped out from her sucking mouth. "Oh yeah, baby? You want to shoot that hot cum all over my face?" she asked with a smile. "Go ahead lover. Cover my pretty face with your cum. Cum on my face baby, I want your hot cum on my face."




Salvation Pt. 03



That was too much for Evan. He saw the soft blue eyes looking up at him through the darkness, the smiling lips, and felt the soft hands wetly jacking up and down his rod. The tingling in his crotch ballooned into an overwhelming release of ecstasy as he heard her dirty words, and his cock swelled with his cum. The first hot, wet blast blew all over Leah's lips and up one side of her cheek. She turned her smiling face slightly, and pumped Evan's second and third bursts into the side of her face. The image of Leah's gorgeous face covered in his sticky cum sent Evan's orgasm soaring even higher, and his toes curled in his shoes.

Leah quickly reached for Evan's pants, using them to wipe the hot cum from her face. Evan dove between her legs, pulling the hem of her dress up while she was still trying to wipe herself clean. 

"Hey, easy there," she said, muffled by his pants.

"This is what I want," he replied.

Evan kissed and licked his way up Leah's smooth, bare thighs, his body resting in the soft grass as he angled for her pussy. His lips nibbled at her outer folds, feeling the wetness and heat radiating off of her sensitive spot. His wet, exploring tongue found Leah's outer folds and he licked his way up and down the outer lips of her sex. Leah sighed happily, feeling his wet mouth brushing against her sensitive pussy. Evan licked a slow, wet circle around Leah's clit before running the length of his rough, wet tongue over her hard little nub. She gasped in response, and her hands found their way to his hair. Evan flicked Leah's clit rapidly and steadily with the tip of his tongue, sending little sparks of joy vibrating through her groin. Leah felt her chest flushing as Evan ate her pussy, his wet mouth greedily sucking at her juices. Evan sucked her clit up into his wet mouth and softly rubbed it between his lips. She could feel her orgasm coming quickly.

"I don't want to cum out here," Leah began, attempting to stand up. But when she got to her feet, Evan spun her around so her body was pressed up against the side of the house, her face inches from the glass of the window.

Evan remained on his knees, his strong arms spreading Leah's legs wide as he ate her out from behind, His tongue began lapping noisily against the opening to Leah's sex, the fat body of his tongue rubbing against Leah's outer folds while the tip of his tongue flicked insistently across her swollen clit. He was pushing her body rapidly past the point where she could control herself. Through the window, Leah saw the three pixies being fucked hard. One red head was on all fours, the man behind her holding her by her round ass and pulling her back hard onto his cock. His fucking was causing her tits to swing back and forth. Her look alike lay beneath her, on her back, being fucked just as hard by another villager plowing his cock into her. The jiggling breasts of the two women occasionally smacked against each other, pink nipples rubbing against pink nipples. The red head on her back had her head on the stomach of the third woman, who had her legs held wide open by a third man. The raven haired woman was moaning and panting as her partner fucked her deep and hard.

The sight of the three women being fucked set fire to the final spark that lit Leah's own orgasm. Leah watched the men powerfully shoving their cocks into the women, the three sluts feeling their bodies jarred and their flesh flopping as they were rammed by stiff man meat. Leah felt Evan's tongue steadily rubbing against her clit from behind, his strong hands spreading her smooth, firm ass cheeks apart as he tongued her sex. The fire inside her built, Evan's wet tongue stoked it higher, and Leah came, her body shaking as the bolts of orgasm flew out from her crotch and down her weakened legs.

Evan didn't even bother to put his pants back on as he carried Leah's limp body back to their home. His hard cock pressed against her side the entire time. Once through the doorway, they were both instantly naked, their clothes falling away as their hands were all over each other's bodies. Evan't hot, sucking mouth found Leah's nipple, and she arched her back as he sucked the sensitive tip of her breast between his lips. Leah's hand began pumping up and down his hard pole, marvelling at how firmly erect he was after cumming so recently. Then her warm mouth found his hard cock again and her tongue was slathering up and down his pole. Evan's strong arms had Leah by the waist, and she was soon upside down. His hungry mouth was on her wet pussy and she moaned around his cock as his wet tongue again found her swollen clit. Her hands grasped his toned buttocks as her head bobbed up and down on his pole. He suckled on her wet pussy while standing, she swallowed his cock with her sucking mouth.

Then they were on the ground and Evan was on top of her. Leah spread her legs wide for her love, the man she already knew would be the only love of her life. Evan positioned his hard, fat cock head at the dripping opening to her sex, and then looked up into her eyes. Leah nodded, and he pushed his cock head past her tight opening before it popped free into her tight vaginal canal. Leah bit her lip as his big, thick cock filled her pussy, and Evan moaned as the incredibly tight walls of Leah's pussy gripped his manhood. He thrust his cock deep, withdrew to his tip, and then thrust again. She could feel his cock stretching her insides and rubbing against her G spot as his cock head plowed into her. He could feel her wet, smooth walls stimulating every inch of his long cock as it slid down her tunnel. She whimpered as he fucked her with his big dick and he moaned as her hot, slippery pussy milked his rod. 

"Oh, I'm going to cum again baby," Leah moaned.

"Oh yes, me too," he panted as he slid his big dick in and out of her little body. 

"Cum with me, cum with me," she implored.

"Oh yesss, Leah, yessss," he moaned. His cock buried itself deeply inside of her, and then they were coming together. She felt his cock swell and pump his seed inside of her as he orgasmed, and he felt her pussy contract and her body shake beneath him as she came. Their warm, sweating bodies collapsed together into a pile on the floor.

Some minutes later, Leah stood to go to the bedroom, but Evan was quickly behind her. He was so happy and so full of love, his cock came back to fully engorged just from the sight of her naked backside. A firm hand pushed Leah's back so she was bent over the living room chair, and she spread her legs eagerly for him when she felt him pressing up behind her. His cock quickly found her opening again, and then his throbbing meat was back inside her hot, wet love tunnel. She cried out as he entered her, his hands pulling her hips back while he rammed his cock home. His thighs were rapidly pumping his meat in and out of her, sending her hair and her breast flying as he furiously fucked her. One of his hands wrapped around her stomach and found her clit again. He was rubbing her most sensitive nub while pumping his thick meat into her tight pussy, filling her with his desire. She wasn't prepared for the effect of the combination, his gentle finger steadily rubbing on her clit and his thick dick pumping in and out, in and out of her tight hole. And then she was cumming again, screaming her love for him. Her shaking and pleading moans sent him over the edge, and he pulled her back hard on his cock, spewing another burst of his cum inside of her.

They tumbled to the bed, exhausted. Evan awoke in the early morning, still greeted by complete darkness. He could feel Leah's hot mouth sucking on his cock while her soft, full lips glided up and down his shaft. Seeing that he was awake, Leah slid her body up and over his. Her hand positioned his hard on between her wet pussy folds as she crouched above him. And then she was impaling herself on his thick cock again. Her small hands braced themselves on Evan's muscular chest as she began to ride him, pulling her tight pussy up and down over his rod. His hips thrust upwards, pushing his cock inside of her as she slammed her body down onto him. His hands found her full, dangling breasts, and his thumbs rubbed at her sensitive nipples, which were slippery with her sweat. She worked his cock in and out of him, and then bottomed out on his pole. She thrust her pelvis back and forth across his body, grinding her hard clit against his pelvis as his pole filled her. He pinched her nipples as she ground herself against him, feeling his thick cock pushing against her tight pussy walls. Her clit was a beacon of pleasure as it burned beneath her, and then his hands were on her tits, and then she was coming. She arched her back and came atop him, her smooth, glistening body an erotic image of womanhood as he watched her ride her orgasm. They fell asleep again, her body atop his with his hard cock still inside her.

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It had been years since that wonderful night, but Evan awoke almost every morning in their bed with thoughts of that intimate evening still in his head. He walked to the doorway of their bedroom and found Leah nursing their baby boy. Leah's mother Kate was on the couch next to her, cradling her baby daughter. Evan had fathered three children in all, and realized it would be a strange story to tell his children one day. In the doorway to their home stood the old village leader from the Walmart where Evan had first met Leah. In the aftermath of their victory over the Red Army, word had quickly spread through surrounding villages of the new, powerful village that had defeated the Red menace. The stories were partly spread, no doubt, by the defeated soldiers the village had allowed to leave. But alliances of mutual protection against slavers and Red Army remnants were quickly formed. The old Walmart was one of the first villages to join the new alliance. Trade routes had been reestablished, and there was even a small new force patrolling the roads. The slaver villages had feared the weaponry of Evan and Ed's little hilltop fortress and quickly agreed not to attack any villages in the new alliance. A semblance of peace was quickly spreading through the area, welcomed by the beleaguered inhabitants. 

The old Walmart village chief clapped Evan on the shoulders. He had decided he was tired of living in a warehouse and had moved to the hill top to live his final days among the trees and grass. Leah and Megan regularly journeyed, with Evan at their side, between their two homes.

All of this, Evan thought, because a man named Evan had helped a woman named Evelynn after she was attacked by bandits. He smiled. In one act of kindness, his lonely life had completely turned, and he found his family and salvation.